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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Jul 5, 2012 11:12:45 GMT -5
The fridge was fuller than expected, though Nate had to check the expiration dates just to be sure. Contrary to what Nate had thought, Cat had actually had a good stock of food in her fridge, though she didn’t seem to use them much seeing as many of them had expired. The young werewolf threw the expired food out and reassessed the contents of her fridge before he sighed. Scratch that, she didn’t really have much stock after all. Still, Nate would be able to do something with what was left. It had been good that the fridge had a full carton of eggs and, upon cracking one open, was glad that they smelled fresh. Unfortunately though, that left him with such a simple dish to make, something that wouldn’t really impress anyone. He cracked a few more eggs into a bowl and beat them thoroughly. Nate was still thinking about last night as he added butter to the skillet and left it to sizzle while he shredded some cheese. The whole kitchen smelled of butter by the time Nate poured the contents of the bowl in, the eggs sizzling as they touched the skillet’s surface.
Last night had been great, Nate thought, but if he were being honest with himself, he wanted more. Maybe that was why he was making breakfast, Nate mused, a small grin appearing on his face as he added the cheese on top of the eggs. It really wasn’t for him, even though he would be glad to eat them. No, this was more for the sleeping blonde upstairs though from the sound of things, he was certain the blonde was awake now. Nate was ready for round three, and four, and five—you get the idea—but the blonde wasn’t. That was the downside to being a werewolf—some people just couldn’t keep up.
By the time the eggs were just about done, the blonde had already come down the stairs, her light feet tapping on the floor as she walked behind the young werewolf. He could feel her breath on his shoulder as she spoke, her tone mild as she looked over his shoulder. She commented on how good the food smelled and, before she left him to take a carton of milk out of the fridge, she bit him. It wasn’t a real bite, more like a playful nip. The werewolf wanted to jump her then and there. It wasn’t his fault really. He was young…plus the whole werewolf thing played a part in it. At least, Nate tried to convince himself it had a part in it.
Nate tried to remain composed as he put the finished eggs on a plate, sprinkling it with a bit of salt and pepper before he began to speak.
“I was planning to have you eat this—” Nate said as he picked up the plate of eggs and faced the blonde, “—you know, to keep your strength up, that is, until you bit me.” A mischievous grin appeared on his face then as he placed the plate of eggs on the table, his eyes on the blonde’s. "You're going to regret that." He then noticed that she was wearing his shirt.
Bad idea.
Before he knew it, his lips crashed on hers as he pushed her out the door and half carried her to the bedroom, is lips never leaving hers.
The eggs were really cold by the time they were done.
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Post by Catalin Holiday on Jul 5, 2012 13:26:52 GMT -5
She was putting the milk on the table when she heard him speak up. Glancing up still a bit sleepy, she froze in her spot, fingers still wrapped around the carton as she arched a pale eyebrow, a devious smile falling on her lips. It obviously hadn’t been her intention to get him riled up but apparently, whatever she’d done had gotten him in the current state he was in and she couldn’t help but find it funny and entertaining. She followed his eyes down to the shirt she was wearing, realizing then (and it was obviously she just noticed this) that she was wearing his shirt. She wondered what it was about guys and why they liked it so much when chicks wore their clothing…like it was some kind of aphrodisiac. But just when she looked up, letting go of the milk, he was suddenly on her, lips crashing against her own, body being pushed out the door, and then suddenly the world was off its axis because she was being carried. Oh it was on. It was so on.
Cat pulled out all her reserved energy, adrenaline pumping through her veins, and somehow she managed to make it through even more rounds than last night. She was used to running on “empty” on her “fuel tank” and considering how skinny she was, it was obvious she knew how to deal with it. Her exhausted, dreamless sleep last night had definitely given her the energy boost she needed or she wasn’t sure if she would have even made it past round one. She’d heard werewolves had a mighty big appetite for such activities…she was lucky she liked playing just as rough.
By the time they’d actually managed to stop to catch some kind of break, it was only because she was racing away from him, having shifted into her cat form while going down the stairs to be more agile so he couldn’t catch her. She was simply teasing. She obviously wanted him to catch her…go for round…what was that now? She’d lost track. She was having way too much fun to care anyway. Hopping off the last stair as she heard his footsteps upstairs, she darted up to the mantel on the fireplace, tail swinging back and forth as she remained in a crouched position, ready to pounce him if he got too close. Her large blue orbs landed on his and she tossed a playful meow in his direction.
Thoughts of food had long left her mind and she’d forgotten about the eggs he’d made though the scent of butter was still in the kitchen air. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this…stress free, this liberated. It was an invigorating feeling and she wasn’t sure if it was all the sex, Nathaniel, or a combination of the two but she was betting on the last one being the post accurate. And of course, when he got close, she jumped off the mantel, shifting into her human form while in the air, and landed on top of him with a light hearted laugh she hadn’t even realized she possessed. She was still very much so a kitten and the entire tough girl, killing machine persona was and always would be just a front. By now, the sun was well on its way to setting according to the large grandfather clock off in the corner that chimed with eight o’clock on the dot. In vain, she attempted to wrestle with him, not really caring that her stacks of papers were all over the place now and eventually, she ended up on her back, giggling from how stupid this entire thing was but how much fun it was at the same time. As her laughter died, she looked up at him with those wide and large blue orbs, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair, “You are insatiable...”
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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Jul 7, 2012 12:44:21 GMT -5
Nate was surprised with himself by the way he was handling the situation. He was usually such a tightly wound prick, especially when it concerned other people. You always had to keep yourself guarded, especially since his job usually came with a lot of psychotic people who wanted him dead. It was strange though; usually private investigators didn’t get into as much trouble as Nate often did. Maybe it was because of the clients who usually hired him. He should probably have to do something about that—if only the money weren’t needed. Now though he was having fun with someone; and not just any old fun. The fact that he got close to someone, whom he had wanted, a few occasions before, to be rid of, made it even more surprising. Still, if Nate thought about it, there had always been friction between him and Cat. From the first night they had met, Nate had an inkling he’d get screwed.
Who’d have guessed he was right—both metaphorically and literally.
The night, or day as it was, had been a blur of pleasure, though if Nate was being truly honest with himself, problems had begun to pop up in the back of his head. He didn’t want anything to end just yet though, so he forced those thoughts back as hard as he could; for as long as he could. Still he knew, as the sun began to wane, things were about to end, one way or another, though he still put it off after every…interval. Luckily though, after the umpteenth time he had put it off, Cat had seemed to make the decision for him. She transformed quickly into her cat far and dashed out the door, leaving Nate naked in the bed, alone. That was a buzz kill, Nate thought, though he had a smile on his face as he gave chase down the stairs.
As soon as he had finally caught up, the white cat sprang on him, turning back into Cat mid jump as she landed on top of him. The force, and the apparent amount of papers scattered on the floor, caused Nate to slip and fall flat on his back on the wooden floor. It hurt a tad, though Nate wasn’t complaining; they had been playing rough since last night. He laughed as she did, the two wrestling on the wooden floor, the pieces of paper sticking to them as they rolled around. Eventually though the blonde was on her back, her breathing coming in deep drags as her laughter faded and she looked at him and spoke as she ran her fingers through his dark hair.
“Well, aren’t you as well?” Nate grinned at her as he spoke, “Or have you forgotten?” As he asked, he reached over the pile of papers and stuck his hand in between them, pulling out a black box. He got off her than and sat down in front of her, a grin still on his face.
“So,” he said as he tossed the black box beside the blonde, “Would you like to open the box, or play with me?”
And there ended the fun. Nate was such a buzz kill. Then again, it was the right thing to do and everyone knew how Nate was with doing the right thing.
He was a prick, but a good prick—if there was ever such a thing.
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Post by Catalin Holiday on Jul 7, 2012 22:01:24 GMT -5
“Play,” she smirked, answering automatically but her bright blue orbs landed on the box and she was easily sitting up, drawing her long legs up so she was squatting, holding the box in her dainty hands. She was quickly distracted as curiosity seemed to get the better of her. She turned the box once then twice in her hands before she was fully standing, heading over to her the bar-turned-chemistry-lab area. The box itself looked like there wasn’t any real way to open it but of course, Catalin being Catalin, knew exactly how to. She disappeared behind the counter as she rummaged through a few things before popping back up, holding a scalpel and an incredibly thin pick. With ease she seemed to find the tiny indentation to opening it, having felt it through her fingertips where it was located. Carefully, she stuck in the pick and using the scalpel, forcefully popped it open. Her eyes darted over to his for a fraction of a second, as if to tell him to get over there, as she opened the lid. As she suspected, there was the ink in a glass bottle with a cork on top. The ink looked metallic and in a rich onyx tone. Next to it was a bone-tipped rake and a striking stick. Traditional Samoan tattooing practices. The only difference was the ink, “Are you a fan of tattoos?” she asked absently, blowing a strand of her white hair out of her face. She was taking everything out and putting it on the counter top. Obviously, a personal preference, Cat liked them. She had quite a few of her own though most had been done when she was still young, under the age of eighteen, and they’d been given to her through the western method of machine tattooing. She had a giraffe she received when she was thirteen, Russian doll she received when she was fifteen, CAT on the nape of her neck when she’d been four by her fallen angel nanny though why she’d gotten it she couldn’t remember. It was just visible above the collar as if it were a name tag. She had a couple others, like the meow on the inside of her bottom lip and another on the inside of an elbow.
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“Put this into that beaker,” she wasn’t looking as she spoke to him, easily pointing to a beaker that had various tubes connected to it leading into other beakers. Her eyes were on the box, her fingertips running along the inside seem as if looking for another part. There had to be. She worked quickly yet efficiently and with a patience even she tended to lack in most occasions. This was her in her element like her with technology. While everyone else her age played with Barbie dolls, she was learning the language of the computer hacking world. While girls her age were usually more worried about what college to attend or what cute guy would be at some party tonight, she’d be mixing chemicals in her beakers to harness sunlight and ultraviolet radiation in order to create bullets that could effectively harm vampires. Maybe she was a mad scientist…or maybe she was just trying to figure out her own issues through science and technology…since simple research wasn’t enough for her.
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Then she heard it. It had been faint, probably too faint for normal human ears but she was sure Nate had heard it too, her ears quickly perking up to catch it. She felt it too, her fingertip grazing the smallest of buttons. With ease, she pushed down with a bit more force and the bottom layer came off. Moving it to the side, she grabbed the thin piece of paper covered in Slavic handwriting on the front and back in extremely small lettering. It looked like a spell, one she really didn’t want to go near but it could help her find something that could counteract it – and maybe it could be used to get the blasted collar off, “If they really didn’t want people to be able to read this, they could have at least used Latin for Christ’s sake,” she rolled her eyes at how stupid they were, but it didn’t really matter since she knew all languages. It was a gift, really, for being a sixth circle demon, “Fuck,” she was still reading the paper, eyes scanning it quickly and picking up on the words with ease, “This doesn’t say shit,” she frowned, obviously upset it didn’t give up enough information. She abandoned the paper on the counter, rubbing her temples and closing her eyes to think of what she could do to the ink.
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Walking over to the bottom of the stairs, she picked up Nate’s shirt and put it on, feeling cold. Plus, she couldn’t entirely think while naked. Her nipples were turning into bullets and if she got any colder her piercings would feel uncomfortable, “We’d need a mage or something. Maybe even a demonologist,” she frowned, “I can’t touch magic. It tends to backfire on demons,” she perched herself on the stool at the counter of the bar area, eyes firmly glued on the ink within the beaker, “the properties of it are different – by what the paper said it’s used to unleash and not suppress so unless you know how to give Samoan tattoos…” she looked back over at him. She obviously had the intention of using herself as a bit of a guinea pig to see if it would work which meant she was fairly desperate for an answer at this point, “They’re probably going to keep following you around until they get that box or your head…you know that, right?” her voice was a little quieter as she spoke, looking directly at him, attempting to hide the worry that was brewing in her stomach and the determination that was building up at protecting him. She didn’t know why it felt like an obligation, but it did or maybe more like a vital necessity. It was part – or most – of the reason as to why she had bugged his apartment both inside and out. She just couldn’t risk having him killed off because of either her stupidity or his own.
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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Jul 9, 2012 10:14:00 GMT -5
Nate had heard what Cat had said, though he didn’t believe her. It was obvious that there wouldn’t be any more playing; not for a while at least. Oh well, Nate thought as the blonde picked up the box and examined it, that was what he expected anyway, though if he was being honest with himself, a small part of him wished she’d leave the box alone for a while longer. The young werewolf watched as she got up, her bare backside briefly brushing off all thoughts of the matter at hand as she walked towards her little lab. She placed the box on the counter top while she rummaged through its drawers, before she finally found what she wanted—a scalpel and a pick.
As she carefully tore apart the black box, Nate stayed sitting down on the wooden floor, watching her. There was nothing for him to do, really. True, he had experience with puzzles and the like—lots of it really—but he didn’t think lending her a hand would go very well. Not with this one. He knew what this thing meant to her and it was fitting that she finished it herself. If he were in her shoes, he’d also want the same. The blonde spoke then, her tone flat as she remained concentrated on the black box and its contents. Nate suppressed a small grin, though he didn’t answer her.
No, he didn’t really like tattoos. He didn’t like piercings either. He had never seen them as sexy or even aesthetically pleasing. It was kind of odd, in his point of view, to even have them in the first place. He could never understand people who did it. Was it to revel at the pain of it all, or maybe the control? He didn’t know. His sentiments made the blonde’s question funny because she had everything he didn’t like, and yet, as she wore them, he was beginning to see the appeal of it all. Well, maybe only the tattoos. Her piercings were something he would rather live without; though there was no way in hell he’d tell her about that.
The blonde spoke then as she pointed towards one of the beakers, though she still wasn’t looking at Nate. The young werewolf easily complied as she poured the contents into the beaker, though after that, he left the counter and walked upstairs for some clothing. He was beginning to feel very naked and not the good kind. He could still her muttering to herself as he put on his boxers, and by the sound of it, she hadn’t realized he had left. It was to be expected though, Nate thought as he headed back down. Just he reached the bottom of the stairs, Cat spoke again as she picked up Nate’s shirt of the floor and put it on.
A magician was hard to come by, especially if the blonde wanted a trustworthy kind, Nate thought as he walked passed her and inspected the contents of the black box. He was out of his depth with this one, he thought to himself. Everything he knew about this black box, the blonde already knew. There was nothing left for him to bring to the table.
The blonde spoke again, breaking his thoughts. Her tone was quiet, concern prominent on her scent. Nate looked at her and could help himself—he grinned at her. “I know,” he spoke as he walked towards her, “I’ve had worse though. There’s no need to worry about me. Remember, I’ve done this longer than you have; I know how it works.” He put his hands on her thin shoulders then, his eyes on hers as he spoke in a more serious tone, “Just concentrate on those tattoos. If you want a mage, it’ll be hard to find one, especially someone trustworthy, not to mention the amount of power they’d need.” Nate thought of a few mages who had the power for that and didn’t like the names that had popped up in his head.
None of them were trustworthy.
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Post by Catalin Holiday on Jul 9, 2012 11:10:16 GMT -5
She frowned a bit, looking down at the contents and then sighing deeply. He was right. Finding a trustworthy mage would be difficult and the only two that came to mind that would have the power to take her collar off were two people who were very much o off limits. She had always made sure to avoid them - not out of fear but because she knew better. Hell, the arrival of one of them alone was ridiculous. She didn't want to deal with the consequences of running into them - and she didn't want her father to deal with it either, "Marco Stregoni and Antoly Khlystov," she said the names with ease, letting them slip out of her mouth, "Other than their parents, those two are the only ones I know powerful enough to deal with this shit," she flicked the collar on her neck in annoyance and the sound of static slightly filled the air as it shocked her a little but by the looks of it, she was far too used to getting little bolts of electricity to her spine and neck, "Unless we can find an angel?" her eyebrows came together as she got up again, going over to her computers, on the hunt for the list she had of angels throughout the city. She'd have to figure out their ranks and really, no one wanted to know how she figured out they were angels. It was a very long long story - but they all dd seem to have the same kind of patterns and clues left behind without realizing it. It was simply in their nature and she'd been able to pick up on it over the years - if only because she'd been raised by a fallen angel in the first place.
"It was created by an angel so an angel would be able to take it off, right?" her eyes darted away from the screen over to Nate. It made sense...the problem was if they would do it. Obviously if she took it off, something bad could happen. There was a fifty fifty chance she wouldn't be able to control whatever the collar was protecting herself and the rest of the world from. She wasn't that powerful of a demon - nothing like her father - but obviously she was powerful enough that it had to be locked away right under her nose like a tease. Absently, she played with bullet, still not understanding why it took the shape of a bullet when it was supposed to originally be a bell. And as she found the list and started going through it, something seemed to click. She froze in her spot, dainty fingers hovering above the keyboard.
The connection between the Samoan tattoos, the tribe that possessed them, and the collar. There had to be an obvious connection she hadn't gotten before and for some reason, now she had. If the markings on her collar, the basic principle of it, was the same as the ink for the tattoos and the tribe was trying to get the ink back...that meant the person who'd given her the collar in the first place had to have been part of that tribe. Could the ink just be bait? "Shit..." she was suddenly on her feet again, racing upstairs. She nearly tore off Nate's shirt in her haste to get dressed, pulling on her boxer briefs, her skin tight pants, and black top, she zipped up her boots and grabbed her belt with her weapons on it that had remained on the floor scattered and pushed to the wall. Running back down stairs, the rummaged through the boxes, pushing them aside until she found the right one that had silver written in her handwriting across the side of it, "Here," she ripped it open and tossed him the coat that was inside it, "I'll explain later but you're gonna need it," it looked like an expensive jacket, the price tag on it showing enough of that, but of course Cat had messed with it. Not visibly, but she'd added certain things that were supposed to protect the person wearing it from regular "attacks" and the supernatural.
"They should be here in a few minutes," she was speaking rapidly, her last few words coming out in Latin in her own haste to get things in order. She grabbed a remote on the table and clicked the button, the house seemingly going on lock down with metal covering the windows, before clicking another button and the computers started erasing all the files on them. The papers were common research. It didn't matter if they found it and she had everything on her computers backed up. Just as she went over to the front door and opened it, the sound of cars pulling up in front of the cabin entered her ears, along with the popping of tires from the spikes she had lined up in certain areas should cars tried passing by here.
It was broad daylight but this deep into the woods, it didn't really matter. They were tucked away from Arc City, from humanity, and this wasn't going to end well for one of them...she could feel it in her bones, "Fucking shit I should have caught on sooner," she was mumbling a scolding to herself for having gotten so easily distracted. She pulled out her two favorite guns, loading them with the nano bullets as she stood on the porch, aiming them right at the men that had gotten out of the three SUVs. They looked pissed - probably because she'd killed their sorta-queen-bitch...she knew they were still after Nathaniel - but why bring so many just to deal with a werewolf? Of course - because they were after Catalin too.
Fucking box probably had a tracker on it. They all seemed to stand frozen but not out of fear. The anger coming off of them could have been picked up on by a human if that were even possible. They all had those damn tattoos and she knew they'd both be screwed if they started using them. Those tattoos only stopped when the person behind them, the "puppet master" so to speak, was killed . With the tattoos in the way, that task was easier said than done. So when one lunged toward them, she didn't hesitate to pull the trigger right in their face at nearly point blank range and then it seemed like they were all coming on like a tidal wave. Ugh...she would have preferred having sex for the rest of the day...this just fueled her frustration even more that they had to interrupt everything just when it was getting good.
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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Jul 13, 2012 11:44:20 GMT -5
Marco Stregoni and Anatoly Khlystov—Nate had heard about those two. They were a bit famous, having being the sons of two of the big fishes here in Arc City, but that wasn’t the only reason they were famous. Marco Stregoni was a rising star in his mafia, while Anatoly Khlystov was a volatile monster. Of the two, if Nate had to pick one, he’d probably go with Marco though even that would be suicide. The Stregoni tended to stick together—family only. Plus, with Cat being a demon, he probably wouldn’t take kindly to her since it was general knowledge that the Stregoni hated the demon using Khlystovs and most probably the demons they used. The second choice would be Anatoly—another disaster. The kid was known to be impulsive and just might be bored enough to help Cat out, but then he might also impulsively kill her or enslave her. There was no way in hell Nate would let Cat near any of those two.
The blonde suggested something else then, something even more dangerous—angels. Did Cat have no experience with those righteous pricks? In some ways, they were even worse than their demon counterparts. Those beings had the habit of being high and mighty, saying things like ‘For the good of all’ while they stab you through the heart with their burning swords. Nate would rather be stabbed by a demon than an angel. At least those guys would say something like ‘I just want to kill you’, rather than spout some righteous crap about the greater good. With Cat being a demon, Nate didn’t think they’d want to help ‘free’ her. With fallen angels though, Nate had only little experience with. There was one of those currently in Arc City, but if Nate’s info was right, and it almost always was, he’d kill both Nate and Cat before they got a word out. Yeah, angels were definitely no good.
The blonde moved towards her computer then, typing on it as she searched for something. Angels, probably, Nate thought though he wasn’t really paying attention anymore. There was an odd sort of sound he could hear in his ears, though he didn’t really know where it came from or what it was. It felt familiar, yet he couldn’t recall what it was. The blonde spoke then, interrupting the young werewolf’s thoughts.
Nate wasn’t sure he heard right. An angel created the collar? “Wait,” Nate began, his brow furrowing as he continued, “How’d you know an angel made that? And why would an angel even do that? Wouldn’t it be faster to just—“ It was then that something clicked. He had heard that noise somewhere before. Of course he had? How had he even forgotten? Idiot! The sounds he’d been hearing for a while now were car engines. He had been so used to the city, he didn’t make the connection that car engine noise in the middle of the forest was odd at the least. Did he forget mention he was being an idiot today?
Before Nate could curse out loud, Cat beat him to it as she ran passed him, removing the young werewolf’s shirt that she wore as she ran upstairs. It looked like the blonde had the same thoughts as he as Nate heard her scrambling upstairs as she dressed. Nate looked down and examined himself. He was bare except for a pair of black boxers. Nate shrugged to himself. Unlike the blonde, Nate was ready for the oncoming fight. There was no need to dress or move quickly really.
Catlin came down then, fully dressed, as she rummaged through a few boxes before she flung a coat towards him as she spoke. The coat was expensive, Nate noted by the price tag and at how good the beige colored fabric felt on his fingers—he’d never be able to afford something like this. The blonde continued to speak, her words coming so quickly that it sounded like she was speaking a whole other language, but Nate had caught the gist of it.
“Yeah, I heard them just before you ran upstairs—there’s no need to blame yourself, we’re both a bit slow today.” Nate grinned as he followed her outside. He was relaxed even though a bunch of SUVs had pulled up, surrounding the cottage, while a bunch of pissed of mafia guys got out of them. Obviously, they were part of the guys who tried to kill Nate last night, judging from their silver tattoos. Either it was them or silver tattoos were getting popular. Nate was more inclined with the former. Catlin was tensed up as she cocked her guns and she had every right to be so. Nate though had become too used to this sort of thing. If not them, other people would be after the young werewolf. After a while, things just didn’t surprise him that much anymore.
“You take that side, while I take the other,” Nate said as Catlin lunged towards them, shooting a few of them down as she did. Like blur, Nate was already a few meters away from the porch, fully transformed into a werewolf as he began ripping away parts of the tattooed mages. While Nate was busy, he wondered what those silver tattoos did; the curiosity had gotten to him. It had begun to glow now, Nate thought as he ripped one of the mages head off.
He’d find out soon enough.
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Post by Catalin Holiday on Jul 13, 2012 23:09:52 GMT -5
She couldn't help but chuckle at his comment on both of them being a bit slow today. Understatement of the year. It wasn't good, though, that they distracted each other. The last thing she wanted was for either of them to be hindered by the other. When he told her which side to take, she easily went in that direction without a second thought. She had rushed through the house because she hadn't wanted damage done to it. It was supposed to be her getaway from the city, her hide out, her backup in case something happened to her apartment in the city. Plus, Cat was a bit possessive with her things...she couldn't help it. It was just the way she'd always been.
Surprisingly, she didn't transform. She was strong in her other forms, but she was handier with her weapons if she didn't transform and they killed faster than she could as a feline, no matter which one. She was in the middle of swinging her leg around to kick one of them on the side of their head, her leg just connecting with their jaw when she noticed the tattoo on his arm glowing and then the large mass, looking like a snake, springing up from it, grabbing Cat by the ankle so she ended up in the air upside down. She hissed instincively, though it sounded like she was annoyed to be stuck in the air like a rag doll. The mass was huge, solid, and the snake head hissed back at her with a slithering tongue even though the man had fallen from her swift little kick, "I hate snakes!" she scowled as it hissed at her. Personally they just freaked her out but at least this one wasn't actually real. Well, it was but at least it wasn't poisonous...that she knew of. For all she knew they could take up the characteristics, even the venom, of the snake they were drawn after. As it snapped at her, she sung out of the way, frustration boiling up in her as her collar glowed a dull red. She didn't want to waste bullets on a stupid snake. Hell no. The snake tried biting her again and it's sharp tooth grazed her arm as she mumbled something in latin. It ripped her shirt. Douche.
Pointing her gun at the guy and attempting to aim correctly while swinging and just barely making it out of the snake's reach, she finally managed to pull the trigger, getting the guy in the neck. Thank God for nano bullets. The snake seemed to turn into ink, slithering back onto the man's arm as she was dropped. Despite the slight height, she landed on her feet, like a typical feline would, on all fours, absorbing the shock in her fingertips and feet. Her collar was still glowing, but it was dull, the warmth from it becoming uncomfortable but she had bigger and better things to worry about. She quickly dodged the head of another snake, knowing damn well trying to fight the snake was useless. In order to kill them, you had to kill where they came from. The snake attempted to get to her again, another kind of snake judging by it's actions, and as she narrowly missed its fangs with a hop, she noticed it spat venom onto the ground. So they were venomous. She was about to yell out to Nathaniel to watch out for the fangs but got distracted as yet another snake attempted to coil it's rattling tail around her. She shot at it instinctively but it went right through them. Crap.
Standing, she looked for the men of origin and quickly started shooting at them without a second thought, getting them with slight ease since they liked using their snakes as shields. She was about to take out the last three big guys on her end of the stick when one of those nasty snakes came from behind her, coiling around her tightly so she dropped her guns. She struggled, though it was mostly in vain, her hatred for snakes really just growing - more so than her hatred for her collar which was now glowing much too brightly as she exerted her tiny frame to get out of the death grip. She could feel her eyes glowing a blinding white color but by then, she'd lost any real sense of what was going on, her teeth sharpening as she transformed, her clothes tearing apart into shreds before her claws ripped through the snake. She landed on her paws, now a white tiger, the collar still glowing. She let out a roar before she was leaping after the men, who seemed a bit confused but tossed their little snakes at her anyway. She easily covered the ground necessary to reach them, dodging the snakes before ripping each of the three men to shreds. She decapitated the first one with her jaw, the second she tore the leg off that supported the snake, and the last she'd sunk her teeth into his belly - a death that surely wouldn't be quick, gave a shake, and then tossed him at a nearby tree; the branch going right through his chest.
She let out another roar of agitation. Her patience was really being tested lately. As the glow in her eyes had spread slightly to her skin - or fur in this case - but it was growing dull as she calmed down, the bullet at the end of the collar having turned into a little bell somewhere along the way. It gave a high pitched ring, like that of a dog whistle, and Cat went completely still, transforming into a tiny white cat just as the little blood bath came to an end. She blinked a few times, bright blue orbs replacing the blinding white glow from before. Suddenly, she felt ridiculously sleepy. She let out a small yawn as she looked around from her vantage point, not remembering a shred of her little animal-gone-rouge stunt. She turned around quickly, though, desperately fighting off the "black out" she knew normally came with these kinds of events, in an attempt to find Nathaniel. She watched as the last tattooed man went down, but didn't turn back to her human form. She couldn't - she felt too tired and when she was way too tired, this was the form she always took for as long as the collar had been around her neck.
Dear God she was tired - exhausted was the better word. But she fought off the sleep and sudden fatigue that was overtaking her. She had to stay awake should more of them come. Damn collar. Her anger usually helped her in these situations but this time it had back fired. Sure she obviously killed them, but she'd done so blindly...and in a very brutal manner. Even Catalin didn't kill people that way...impaling them on tree branches of decapitating them. It was obvious why the collar was set in place by a fallen angel. Without it, one could only imagine what she could have really done...With her last bout of energy she could conjure up, she forced her body to change into that of her human form, remaining in the crouched position as if perched on a branch ready to leap into action. Her eyelids felt like a ton of bricks but she kept them open, glad the collar wasn't all bright and hot anymore, "Everything good on your end?" she sounded out of breathe despite having been sitting there in her cat form for a few minutes-long enough to catch it.
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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Jul 22, 2012 23:06:31 GMT -5
The glow had intensified so much so that Nate was momentarily blinded by it. The distraction was enough as the snake-like tattoo came to life and attacked the young werewolf, it’s fangs open as it tried to latch on to Nate. It was pure instinct that the young werewolf was able to dodge the attack, though the snake’s body had grazed him. He felt an intense cold burning as the silver snake made contact, causing him to jump away from the group of mages.
Fuck. Why was it always like this? Did everyone have to have silver around all the time? It wasn’t really fair, Nate thought to himself as a guttural growl came from his mouth as he circled the mages, their snakes ready to strike if he got in their range. The young werewolf knew he had to think of something fast before he was overwhelmed. The mere touch of the damn things hurt him a lot—he didn’t want to find out what a bite would feel like. Nate wanted to sigh, there was nothing else to do, but try to take them out as fast as possible. He had an inkling Cat had seen through this, that’s why she had given him that weird expensive looking jacket, but didn’t she know he couldn’t wear it? Not unless she made one that would fit his werewolf form and, unfortunately, it didn’t. Oh well, Nate thought as, in a split second he was back in the fray, dodging silver snakes as he plowed through mages.
By the end of it all, Nate’s werewolf body was covered in burnt marks and blood while no mages were left standing on his side. He looked over to see how Cat was doing. The blonde was just turning back to human form when Nate caught sight of her. She looked exhausted Nate thought as the blonde spoke, out of breath, as the young werewolf approached her.
“I’ll survive,” Nate growled as he scooped her off the ground, “But we have to get out of here, I can hear more coming.” His voice sounded like a garble of growls yet he knew she’d understand him, her being half demon and all.
Like a blur, Nate brought Cat inside the house and put her down gently, “Hurry. Get what you need so we can get out of here.” After the blonde had gotten what she needed, Nate scooped her back up and ran into the forest—away from the incoming threat.
“I hope you know these woods,” Nate growled as he weaved his way through the countless shrubs and trees, “Otherwise, we’re going to get lost.” Nate proceeded to take as many detours as possible, making sure his scent covered a lot of the areas as he moved away from the cars, though he could still hear them in the distance. Damn, he thought to himself. He could keep this up for weeks, though he wasn’t sure the blonde could. They needed a plan. Fast.
“Any suggestions?” Nate growled as he landed on a fairly thick tree branch a few meters above.
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Post by Catalin Holiday on Jul 25, 2012 0:28:21 GMT -5
Catalin was surprised when she was picked up and she was tempted to fall asleep right then and there. She knew better, though, and when she was set down, she only grabbed her usual backpack - too heavy for her thin shoulders. There were some extra clothes in there but as for food - it was a completely different story. Thn she was lifted again. She bit down hard on her lower lip, drawing tiny beads of blood; the pain waking her up some more by the time they were perched on the branches.
"We have to find some kind of water," she felt out of breathe despite not doing much. Her nose twitched and if she had whickers, they would have twitched as well, "East," and she was jumping down, "Then we head north. There should be a lake further into the mountains," she didn't bother mentioning how cold it could get by nightfall. He was a werewolf - it wouldn't make a difference. She wasn't her own personal sun but she could shift into a snow leopard or something once she got some of her strength back in order to shift into anything other than a tiny white fur ball.
Despite having the pack on her small back and the exhaustion that plagued her, she was forcing every ounce of energy within her to move quicker than she already did. The second she fond them shelter, she planned on taking one hell of a nap and not waking until necessary. Rushing through the trees, she easily ducked and twisted - occasionally darting into a random direction to throw off their tracks and buy them more time. Then she sharply turned and headed north. The terrain became a bit more difficult and a bit steeper. It was colder now that darkness had fallen like a blanket. Catalin didn't show any signs of slowing down, though, as she ran on pure adrenaline and the fumes of her exhaustion. She could still sense them a little ways behind them - how they could gain so much speed was beyond her but she was sure it was their little tattoo snakes helping them out. Soon enough, though, the inky black waters of the lake came into view. Thankfully her pack was waterproof but she hesitated for a fraction of a second. They would have to jump from the fairly high spot and down into the lake which was bound to be freezing cold because the river feeding into it came from deep within the mountains. She gave one look to Nathaniel, as if somehow willing him to read her mind before she backed up a bit and then pounded her legs into the ground to run forward and throw herself gracefully off the edge so she would be as close to the center of the lake as possible. As her thin frame hit the water, she could feel the pack drag her down a bit but she fought against it. That backpack would be their life saver considering it could help them with whatever they needed. She could feel the stabbing cold of the water pinching her skin and sinking in its teeth like leeches but desperate times called for desperate measures and she willfully pushed herself onward regardless of how much her muscles and bones yelled at her to just give up, relax, and go the fuck to sleep already.
The platinum blonde resurfaced about one third of the way necessary to make it to the other side of the lake. There was no moon out and only her head seemed to bob above the water's surface, the pack keeping her from really floating any hire. Her teeth were rattling and she wrapped her arms around herself as if to somehow give herself warmth but it was like the cold was in her veins, her nerve endings, her brain and it was apparent by how quickly her lips turned purple and her skin paler than usual. Her being tired didn't help matters either. But she glanced up from where she had jumped and their scent was there, the wind was thankfully in their favor and ti reeked of them - but it also reeked of them being gone.
She looked over at Nathaniel, blue orbs drinking him in as if gauging to make sure there wasn't a scratch on him and that he was fine. For the supposed "tough bitch" she seemed to present herself as, Catalin really was everything but. Too nice for her own good. It was why she'd had to change the way she had, "There should be a clearing with tall grass at the end of the lake," her voice came out trembled, the British accent within it nearly gone. But even as she said it, she wasn't moving. She was too damn cold and too damn exhausted. She'd rather stay there and turn into a block of ice.
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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Jul 25, 2012 11:56:34 GMT -5
Water—that was what Catlin had said they needed. It made sense, in a way, at least it did for the blonde. Water was a vital part for survival out here in the woods, unless you were a werewolf or some sort of creature that could go without drink for weeks, even months. Nate wondered though as he watched the blonde jump down from the thick branch and dashed eastward towards water, if the blonde planned to stay in the woods for an extended period of time. Nate hope she didn’t have that for a plan. Though he was a werewolf, he was strictly a city wolf. He didn’t really assimilate well with nature. The air always smelled to crisp and fresh, while the food tasted pure—he hated it. He was too used to flavor enhancements and preservatives to be able to appreciate the real stuff.
Still, Nate thought as he followed the blonde easily as she waded through the underbrush, it wouldn’t really be that bad. He could have carried her, it would be faster, but he resisted on the urge to suggest it since, from experience, the blonde was a tad prideful about receiving help. She was exhausted, Nate knew—he could smell it—though he didn’t mention it to the blonde. He actually found it cute, even endearing, as she forced herself to push onward rather than let the young werewolf carry her while she rested. Maybe she had to stay awake, Nate considered, in order to plan. Maybe. Then again, plans made when energy was low tended to have a lot of holes in it.
They had finally reached the water source as the blonde stopped in her tracks at the edge of a fairly high ledge. The water was obviously deep, Nate noted as he looked down at the dark waters below. Obviously it would be cold, Nate thought, though he didn’t really mind that—his fur would protect him from that. What worried him though was Cat. She’d be shivering non-stop if she dove down there, especially since she seemed too exhausted to transform into some cat used to the cold—a snow leopard perhaps? Yeah, Nate was going to have to jump first then catch the blonde, thus avoiding getting her wet. It was a good thing too, he could finally wash all these mage blood, and some werewolf blood, off his fur—it was getting sticky.
Before the young werewolf could inform the blonde about his plan though, she had already jumped off the cliff and dived into the lake. Shit, Nate thought as he looked down into the lake, looking for the blonde. She resurfaced, thankfully, and began to wade slowly to shore. By the time the werewolf had dropped down the ledge and waded towards her, the blonde was shivering. Her lips were purple from the cold and she looked paler than before, which was saying a lot—she was pretty pale already as it is. Nate wanted to shout at her. what kind of stupidity was that? Now she was freezing after her little stunt. Did she have no regard for her own safety? The young werewolf stopped himself though it took all of his willpower to do it. The blonde looked at him then, her eyes full of concern as she spoke, giving him directions as to where to go next though she didn’t move as her tiny frame trembled from the cold. Nate snapped.
“DON’T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT ME, WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF. AREN’T YOU EXHAUSTED? I COULD HAVE CARRIED YOU! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? HAS ALL THE SEX WE HAD POPPED OUT ALL SENSE OF INTELLIGENCE FROM YOUR BRAIN?”
He walked away from the blonde, far enough away that as he shook the water out of his fur like a dog, none of it sprayed on her. He walked back towards the blonde, now almost completely dry, and spoke, his voice commanding; irritated.
“Take your clothes off.” There was no compromise with his tone. She would do as she was told. After the blonde had stripped, Nate picked her up in his arms, making sure that his arms covered her as best as they could, his fur warming her up.
“You could have waited for me to jump down first,” Nate growled as he walked towards the place the blonde indicated, “I could have caught you after, so you wouldn’t get wet,” His voice sounded more and more like a growl than words as he continued, the annoyance apparent in his voice, “That way you wouldn’t have to get wet and catch hyperthermia. But I guess you didn’t think of that did you?”
Nate wasn’t really mad at her. Well, he was, but only a small part of it. She really had acted like an idiot. Still, he was more to blame. He should’ve just grabbed her and carried her all the way here. Fuck doing what she wanted. Fuck her pride.
But he didn’t. And he was damn well irritated with himself for it.
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Post by Catalin Holiday on Jul 25, 2012 21:02:05 GMT -5
When he snapped at her, she scowled visibly, "Shut the fuck up," her voice trembled as she spoke impulsively and a bit defensively but the trembling was only from the cold and not out of some kind of strange fear of getting snapped at, "I needed to get wet so they could get thrown off our scent, stupid," God did she sound so utterly childish but it was true - they did need to get their scent erased and the easiest way would be water. She reached shore and let him walk off, her eyebrows pulled together as he told her to take her clothes off which she complied with after tossing the backpack to the ground. No, the sex suddenly didn't turn her into an idiot.
As he continued to speak, she rolled her eyes, letting him basically take her and her backpack in his arms. She didn't protest, knowing it would be futile anyway, "Fuck hypothermia," she always did swear like a sailor when she was annoyed, "I don't think I need to repeat myself," the group tracking them did it based off their scents. Maybe it wasn't like that of a werewolf but their magic was pretty much basic and instinctive. They were used to the land so naturally, the easiest way to get rid of them was by putting water between them. Despite protesting against his words, she still snuggled closer to him as if to somehow draw out all the warmth he had to offer. Holy crap was he like his own personal sun, "I don't want to sleep yet anyway," she muttered, "At least not until we get there," but her voice was growing quieter with the exhaustion rolling deep into her veins and taking root. She knew she'd acted childishly and impulsively but that was Catalin for you. In many ways she was still a child despite not really being that much younger than Nathaniel. She'd grown up sheltered or as close to sheltered as money could buy. Her pride had always come first and the second she gained a tiny bit of independence, it was all she ever wanted - and she'd gotten it for a few years now. It was obvious she valued her pride and independence over her own health - not that it mattered. Once her collar was off, she would be able to regenerate limbs, heal herself, be practically invincible if she did her research correctly.
By the time they reached the clearing, though, she had completely knocked out, practically going limp against him from how tired she was. She was about a thousand times more worn out than after their sexcapades early which was definitely saying something. She didn't worry about her safety, knowing he'd figure out she had everything they needed - minus food - in her backpack and he could figure it out from there. He wasn't stupid...until he opened his mouth but that was in her opinion. There was only enough stuff to last them two full days and by then they could make it back to the city since she'd have her strength back and they could just run. She was awake by the time the sky turned gray with the pink sprinkles of dawn. She let out a satisfied yawn and stretched out her limbs like the feline she was; arching her back and reaching in opposite directions until she felt she was fully awake. Absently, she played with her collar since it felt a bit uncomfortable around her neck and she sat up, looking down to see she thankfully had clothing on again - and her nipple piercings were gone. Maybe they slipped off when she dove into the lake? She didn't really pay attention, just shrugging it off as she glanced over at Nate who was still sleeping only a few inches away from her, his back turned to her so he was facing the direction of the lake with the tall grass around them like a secret hiding spot. She closed the space between them, nuzzling her nose into his neck before lightly nibbling on his ear. She didn't know how long he'd been asleep but they had to get moving. Staying in one spot for too long would only prove to be dangerous should they still be tracked.
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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Jul 30, 2012 9:36:26 GMT -5
As was expected, the blonde stubbornly refused to think what she had done was wrong. It was necessary, in fact, she implied as she retorted towards Nate. Nate rolled his golden eyes at the blonde, though he refused to respond out of sheer will. Nothing he was willing to say now would help this situation—unless helping the situation was by making it worse. No, he had nothing to say to her. Idiot cat. Before the blonde had even jumped off the cliff, Nate knew they were already safe—well, safe enough. The scent of the mages had drifted somewhere else, away from them. Clearly, if they were tracking by scent as she had said, it wasn’t anything to be concerned about. And even if they had tracked them down this far, diving into frigid waters wasn’t going to help—no matter what the blonde said. If they had tracked them this far, then they could track them anywhere. Simple as that. Yet Catlin still persisted in committing to her little stunt that made her shiver uncontrollably. The young werewolf could feel the coldness of the blonde as her body made contact with his. Unlike Cat’s, Nate’s body was at just the right temperature due to his fur, her coldness wouldn’t effect him at all. The feel of how cold the blonde was irritated the young werewolf even more. Geniuses weren’t supposed to be idiots!
Still, as the blonde continued to speak, her tone and scent both in the same wavelength of stubbornness, Nate could smell the exhaustion on her, growing by the second, blocking out all other scents until she began to purr. Yeah, she wasn’t tired, Nate thought as he rolled his eyes again, though his earlier annoyance with Catlin had began to subside with each purr the blonde let out.
After they had reached the clearing, Nate lay the sleeping blonde, now at the right temperature, on a soft bed of glass before he looked around. His gold eyes were piercing as he scrutinized the unfamiliar territory before him, his bestial instincts keeping tabs on possible escape routes, vantage points, weaknesses of their position, and various other things. So far, the place was good enough; at least Nate told himself it was good enough. He didn’t really want to move Catlin, not now that she had fallen asleep. Despite what she said, Nate knew she needed to sleep; otherwise they’d be screwed later on. Why the fuck had he been so horny then?
Nate shook his head in annoyance. He wasn’t like this. He was levelheaded; he rarely ever let his emotions get the better of him. With Catlin though…he’d only met her twice now and yet each time his emotions always went nuts around her. The young man wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He had a bad feeling though that it was a bad thing. Maybe it was his cynicism talking or maybe it wasn’t, but it was there and it was driving Nate mad. The thoughts had been around since he’d gotten inside the blonde’s house though he had always shoved it towards the back of his mind. Now though, with nothing else to do, he couldn’t seem to get rid of those thoughts. It was then that he felt the weight of the backpack. He swung it before him and opened the pack and searched it for nothing in particular. It was a distraction. He was mildly surprised that the pack contained a lot of essentials—except for food that is. He even found a pair of shorts that could fit him though he was hoping the girl had bought it for herself and not specifically for Nate. Stalkers never really made good friends. Thankfully though, the shirt was obviously not intended for him. The brown shirt looked to be a bit tight.
He quickly morphed back into his human form, the cool breeze grazing his bare back, making him shudder from it. He really hated morphing back in the open like that—the sudden cold always made him shudder. He quickly put on the dark shorts, along with the shirt, his cheeks reddening out of embarrassment. It was irrational, especially since he was alone with only a sleeping Catlin in the woods, but he had always been one to flush at any sort of nakedness. Maybe it was because he was raised by beliefs of indecency. He didn’t really know, nor care really except that he found his involuntary reactions annoying.
Nate walked back towards the blonde and laid down a few feet away from her, his thoughts still wrestling over for a decision as he used the backpack as a pillow for his head. He was really that tired, but he had to rest. He didn’t really know what lay ahead and he wanted to be a hundred percent in when something happened. The thoughts wouldn’t die down, Nate thought irritably as he shifted his position, his head staring straight at the dark sky sprinkled with what seemed like an infinite amount of stars. He needed to force himself to sleep. He shifted his position again, this time his back towards Catlin. His thoughts were still jumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
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Nate didn’t really dream of anything. If he did, he didn’t remember. All he knew was, for some reason, something was nibbling at his ear. It felt good—until last night’s thoughts came rushing back to him. His tone wasn’t harsh as he spoke. It didn’t have any emotion really.
“What?”
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Post by Catalin Holiday on Aug 7, 2012 23:38:58 GMT -5
When he spoke, she nuzzled into his neck a bit, "Morning, sunshine," she said it sarcastically, her thick British accent sticking to her voice as she playfully bit on his lower lip before planting a kiss there, "Come on. We have to keep moving in case they're still tracking us," she was hovering over him, one skinny arm and leg on either side of him. If she had a tail, it would gently be moving back and forth behind her in a playful, feline manner. She was in a good mood - obviously - since she managed to rest a bit, "The city is only a day's run from here if we head southwest," she motioned with her head in the general direction. The wind wasn't blowing and it was strangely calm but she shrugged it off as nothing more than the morning. Things always seemed more surreal right when dawn was approaching. The display of colors was magnificent across the sky and just as she was about to move off of him so he could get up, she froze in her place.
She didn't look at Nathaniel in particular - more like she was looking past him just as a gentle breeze picked up and the scent hit her. Blue orbs going wide, she opened her mouth to, by the looks of it, yell out a warning but it was cut off when the black substance of the snake wrapped around her tiny waist and yanked her off of him, sucking all the air out of her lungs. It dragged her through the grass as she quickly dug her nails into the dirt to try to make some kind of purchase, grab anything to keep the snake from dragging her, "Nate!" it came out panicked and desperate, the fear evident in her voice as the blood churning scream that had erupted from somewhere inside her. She never thought she'd see the day she'd end up screaming like that in such a manner.
Cat had been on top of him one minute and the next she was being dragged through the tall grass by, probably, the same group though they weren't visible and the image of Nathaniel was growing smaller and smaller by the second. She transformed into numerous different felines with large claws, attempting to hack away at the snake around her waist but there was no budging it and it felt like it was starting to crush her rib cage from how tightly it was wound. Every time she grabbed for the grass, it would simply get uprooted from the ground with ease. She was in her human form when she was suddenly dragged into the lake, the freezing waters feeling like pins and needles against her pale skin. She didn't know how deep they were going but what she did know was that the sunlight didn't seem to penetrate anything down there. She continued struggling, even if it was in vain, kicking and shoving, transforming over and over thinking if she turned small enough she could slip away but the grip would just keep getting tighter and if she continued struggling, her oxygen would just get cut off.
Soon enough, she was out of the water, taking in lungfuls of air like her life depended on it - though by the looks of it she probably wouldn't be alive soon enough. Again she was being dragged and she continued struggling. She had none of her weapons on her to get them from a distance and after being dragged through the water at such a high speed, she was having trouble with her own sense and figuring out where they were coming from. But then hovering at the edges of the thick woods, she could see them, hidden within shadows and blending in with the vegetation and trees. She was regaining her focus as panic continued flowing through her. The second she saw the owner of the snake coiled around her, she lunged for them despite still being bound and managed to claw the hell out of his face as she hissed at him angrily, her own desperation scaring even herself. It was a surprise...Cat didn't like surprises.
But she shouldn't have down that because another snake seemed to slam into her, it's weight surprisingly heavy as she hit the ground in a thick cloud of smoke. As the snake moved off her, she was pulled up a bit into the air, still struggling though not as fiercely as before. She wasn't going to get out of this. There was no escaping on her own - at least not yet. She needed a plan - she was just hoping Nate wouldn't try to pull something stupid...in fact, she was starting to regret calling out to him the way she had - she didn't want them getting to him too. And like always, there went Cat thinking about his damn safety instead of her own. But as the strange eerie calmness started to settle, it evaporated as she realized multiple snakes, dear God one of her biggest fears, started wrapping around every inch of her. She was struggling again, transforming - as exhausting as it was - into tons of different feline species in a vain filled attempt to somehow escape, "NATE!" this time she didn't regret calling out to him because she was fucking terrified - beyond reasonable imagination - and she just managed to catch a glimpse of him before she was consumed by the snakes and was taken, quickly and swiftly, to the back of a truck that looked like it was built to carry, oh lucky day, prisoners. The owners of the snakes went back there along with her, obviously knowing the snakes would hold her in place better than they could. They sped off quickly, in the direction of the city, while a few stayed behind, obviously to hold Nathaniel off should he try to go after them.
She'd been fucking taken, kidnapped, and all because she should have just listened to her gut instinct and not fallen asleep. They should have kept going - she knew they'd keep tracking them...She was an idiot for not trusting herself and not she was surrounded by darkness, screaming and crying and pushing against it but going nowhere even if her screams could be heard clear as day through the metal of the car and the roar of the engine. She was terrified and for once she had no control over the situation and had no idea what to do. Screaming and crying for Nate seemed like a much better option than sitting in silence and going crazy from being left completely alone in the dark.
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Post by Nathaniel Devlin on Aug 8, 2012 12:33:40 GMT -5
He didn’t hate Cat. On the contrary, he kind of liked her. There was just something off about the whole thing. Nate didn’t understand it and it frustrated him. Probably why he was in a bit of a mood when Catlin woke him up. The blonde nuzzled her nose on his neck before she spoke, her British accent thick as she sarcastically commented on his mood before she bit his lower lip playfully. She continued to speak, explaining to Nate that they had to keep moving, just in case those chasing them would follow, but Nate didn’t budge an inch. Truth be told, he was still kind of annoyed with Cat about the whole almost-catching-hyperthermia thing. It was weird, he knew, since it had subsided last night, but it had resurfaced now and there was nothing he could do about it. Coupled with the other thoughts swirling inside his mind, talking to Cat was just about the last thing he wanted to do right now.
It looked like the blonde didn’t pick up on his mood towards her as she spoke, informing the young werewolf a day’s journey home. That caught his attention. He was about to get up, thereby removing the cat on top of him when he smelled something just as the breeze drifted passed them. For a split second, Nate registered Cat’s expression and her utter stillness—she smelled them too.
Motherfucker.
Adrenaline suddenly course through Nate’s veins, his eyes glowing golden as he reached out towards Cat in order to flee from the incoming attack. It was too late though. Just as a dark snake coiled itself around the blonde, a silver one attached itself onto Nate’s outstretched hand, the snake’s fangs buried in his hand burning cold as the silver made contact with his flash. The pain was intense, though the adrenaline had somehow numbed off the most part as Nate dove for Catlin, morphing himself into a wolf mid air as the blonde screamed his name, the snake pulling her away from him. Before he could reach her though, he felt another burning cold pain as another silver snake impaled itself on his midriff, sending the young werewolf flying backwards—away from Catlin.
He couldn’t think. All he knew was that he was suddenly on the run towards the blonde’s scent, instinct driving him towards her while the pain was held at bay by the adrenaline rush. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew that his wounds were really bad, but they seemed foggy and distant. It was as if it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered now but the hunt.
As he ran, silver snakes came out of nowhere, their fangs aiming for the werewolf. He twisted and turned, dodging them by a hairs breadth though Nate didn’t seem the least bit concerned about them. A few of them nipped the wolf’s sides, but his speed didn’t decrease in the least. It was as if he was invincible as the snakes continued to scratch him, the silvery poison entering his bloodstream, halting regeneration. A tiny prick of pain registered inside his mind a bit as he felt his legs burn from the wounds though it was quickly quelled by the hunt. The woods ended abruptly then as Nate landed on the asphalt-laden road, just in time to see Catlin disappear behind the back of an armored van, the van speeding away from him.
He had meant to run towards the van, but before he knew it, he was falling. His brain started to feel fuzzy then, as his vision became blurry, the object around him growing darker and darker until only his vision could register a small hole amidst the darkness. Time seemed to move so slowly for some reason—Nate hated that. He could finally smell it then, the blood. Even as he fell, beads of blood landed on the asphalt below him, the blood already forming a small pool. It did look like a lot, Nate commented to himself. He knew he was dying, he felt it in his bones as he heard voices talking around him though his ears had shut down so much that their words didn’t register in his brain. He knew he should get up, he had to do something, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what he was suppose to do.
The voices around him subsided after a while as Nate lay still on the warm pavement face down, the pool of blood warming his dying body. He had reverted back into a human sometime ago, his naked body cold as a cool breeze brushed against him though Nate wouldn’t have felt it. He felt oddly numb as he lay there, his breathing coming in shallow breaths. He was fading away, he knew. He wondered though why his life didn’t flash before his eyes. Maybe it was because his life sucked so much that he suppressed it. He smiled at the thought. Still, as someone flipped him over, Nate could only think of one thing—who the fuck was going to save Cat now?
For some reason, his last memory wasn’t that of someone he knew. It was a brunette, Nate thought. He couldn’t recognize her as the sun, along with his waning vision, hid her face. All he could see were her red lips as she smiled at him, her face growing closer as she bent down towards him. He closed his eyes then, letting her shadow, and the darkness that came with it, enveloped him. He was finally going to die.
Oddly, the brunette didn’t smell of anything. Then again, he couldn’t really smell anything anymore, now that he was dead.
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