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Necros was wandering through his state of half sleep, a series of dreams that could have been nightmares. His old pack. Their bloodlust. How many had they slaughtered in those days? In his dreams, the procession of bodies seemed endless. And the women. He had any wolf he wanted, whether out of lust for his robust body or out of fear, it hadn't mattered. Fifty, a hundred females, who knows how many b*****d pups he had sired in those days. That last femme though, she brought the end to it all.

The undead beast let a rippling snarl escape his throat as he slept. If only he could have punished her for it, abused her until she died between his clenched teeth, ripped that gorgeous body with his claws. But she had escaped him, and he could never touch her again.

He heard something coming, but the fantasies of tearing that female to bits kept his eyes shut. Flickering shape of a live wolf behind his eyelids. Necros let out another snarl. Perhaps just the sight of him would make the interloper turn tail and run, then he wouldn't have to break from his daydream.

Necros flattened his ear as she came ever closer. Certainly she wasn't going to try and touch him? He breathed, sort of, he'd made a sound, he was alive and dead and she was not afraid.

How did he know it was a she?

Something in the way the other wolf felt to him, her heartbeat, the breath from her lips, the rustle of her fur in the wind. Her life force was distinctly female. Interesting. And it was coming closer. Closer still. Her paw started to brush over a patch of his remaining fur and Necros was alive and standing back from her as though he'd been struck with electricity. In just that moment, the zombie had felt his aura reach out, trying to snuff out that light and take it into himself. His body rippled with the lingering sensation of her, the place she had gotten so close to a little more life-like, for the moment. The shaman stared at her through glowing sockets, the surprise lasting only for a few seconds. He wondered if the closeness had been painful to her.

"Can't you see," the zombie snarled, "when someone is sleeping?"

Necros actually had to clench his jaw to keep from laughing at Millanna as she fell back, and even then a light 'hmph' that sounded not entirely unlike a laugh managed to huff its way through his nose. He took the moment to look her up and down. Pretty thing, too nosy for her own good though. He very well could have killed her and never been able to stop it. Though she reminded him of....

He beat back the sudden urge to rip this femme limb from limb. It was just her color. She wasn't a ghost, Cas was dead, and Necros wasn't so low as to murder just because someone resembled that b***h. The zombie was bloodthirsty, not insane.

Necros 'blinked' at her, that is, his visible muscles went through the motion of what should have been blinking. He forced himself to hold back the blackness and death, keep it within himself, and he leaned toward her in return. So close, in fact, that his muzzle bumped into hers. That ought to give her a dose of the reality of the situation, bare bone against her fur and flesh. "Necros." Raspy, deep voice responded in a purposefully low whisper.

Yup.

He had no idea what to do with this.

Generally, Necros got one of three reactions: Hostility, fear, or disgust. One or multiple of these generally led to the end of any conversation he could have hoped for. But this one, was she stammering? Blushing?

What the hell?

The ease of it almost took all the fun out of it. Almost.

The shaman dragged his bone nose across her cheek before withdrawing, an undead nuzzle. Even if she reminded him of that other one, he could still have some fun. At least until this female figured out that he was killing everything around him, and got wise. "Charmed." Necros rasped dryly, smirking.

He sat back on his haunches, the remaining bit of his muzzle still curled up in that slight smile. "Once upon a time, there was a pack of wolves who believed that if you ate enough of your own kind, you could live forever. And when others finally tried to kill them off, one did live after all."

That shiver, it sent a tingle of excitement down his spine that he hadn't felt in years. He couldn't remember how long it had been that he was trapped in this accursed form, unable to cause that response. Only disgust and terror remained for him, or so he'd thought. And now that the opposite circled him, sat transfixed before him, Necros was baffled. He stared off into space, or at her, it was difficult to tell with those eyes of his. Several seconds passed before it struck him that, not only had she believed his story, but seemed interested. He had no idea she was already planning to try his old habit.

Well, it was mostly true after all, he thought.

"Of course it worked!" A bark louder than he intended it to be. "Those fools gave it their all and still couldn't get rid of the nightmare. It only made me look like they saw me, a monster." Necros looked Millanna up and down, studying her. She was robust in contrast to his own decay, pretty, though the pale fur still bothered him, and that mask distracted him from her eyes. Pale eyes, like the rest of her, deep and hued with blue. The zombie glanced away and cleared his throat. Too much like Cas. "Why so interested in me, anyway?"

Still not knowing what to make of this female, Necros settled in and just decided to accept her company for a while. Perhaps he could find out where she came from, and lead him to others who wouldn't be so frightened of his appearance. Hell, if there were more like her, she could even be the key to rebuilding his empire of terror!

The zombie tucked his muzzle underneath hers, and gently tried to lift her flushed nose up again, trying with all his soul not to remember his past as he did so. A flash of his brown fur against her pale. Her muzzle tracing the blue swirls on his back and shoulder. Necros clenched his jaw and hoped it went unnoticed. "You didn't offend me, my dear." Even when it was soft, his voice was deep and gruff, as though his vocal chords were partly decayed as well. "To my knowledge, my unfortunate state is unique, so don't feel ashamed." A hint of his old, charming self. He didn't know whether to feel proud or disgusted at his own words. What would be the point in luring her in anyway? He was torn on the subject of eating her, and even if she was interested and he wanted to seduce her, would he even... work?

"You have to understand. Most reactions to my presence range from horror to hostility. Please, I should be the one to apologize. What else did you want to know? Then, once I've answered your questions, perhaps I can get to know you as well." Well, even in uncertainty sometimes it was worth a shot.

Necros got up slowly, purposely letting the exposed muscles of his body flex visibly. For being mostly dead, he was in pretty good shape after all. He was going to flirt with her even if he was utterly convinced that she was a little off her rocker. Even in the old days, a wolf had to be a little crazy to carry on a conversation with him.

He circled her, slowly, looking over the tendrils of the mask that was veiling her. Indeed, it was pretty. She was pretty.

Edible.

The zombie swallowed. It would be easy if he could get behind her. He could hold on to her and pull the life from her, love her as she died, and then consume her. Remnants of eyelids fluttered closed over his glowing sockets, and he forced the thoughts away, but his muzzle brushed over the back of her neck anyway.

Screams filled the back of his mind as he brushed over the back of her neck, all urging him to take a bite, the spirits of the underworld calling for Millanna. Necros forced his aura down. He was never going to get used to this, was he? "No," he whispered to her, "it doesn't hurt. I'm more fearsome than I have ever been. Can I tell you a secret, Millanna?"