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Victor Nawrocki was walking home from the bar, his breath stinking of domestic light beer and his face stinging from multiple rejections of his offer for female companionship. He was pissed that the bitch from apartment 134 . . . Jane . . . had skipped out without paying rent. He KNEW he could've had her eating out of the palm of his hand. 'Or licking my stuff off her hand,' he thought acidly. He was sure she was on the verge of breaking, and broken women were easy to manipulate.
He got to his apartment, which had the word "manager" printed in big letters so the useless morons he rented to could read it. But there was a surprise waiting for him there. Next to his door was possibly the hottest girl he had ever seen that wasn't on the cover of a porn DVD. She had a killer body, major curves, and curly red hair with a white streak in it. 'Things are beginning to look up,' he thought.
"Hey honey," he slurred.
Hunt night . . .------------ -----------"Okay, everyone ready to howl?!?" Tarloh yelled, revving up the lycanthropes for a night of hunting. It was one of the few times they got to go and do what they were born to do . . . hunt. Tarloh, Red, Matthew, Mindy, Michael, Talia, Nathaniel, Robbie (over Red's objections), as well as Karl (a first-generation lycanthrope) and Chris (a werebear who was possibly the biggest redneck ever to walk the planet) had been buzzing about the opportunity all day. Jane had never really talked to the latter two, but the hunting pack all seemed pretty chummy with each other.Red had been working with Jane for about three hours a day for the past week. While getting Jane to stand her ground was like pulling teeth, it had finally begun to happen. The young woman was using her extra appendage to help keep her balance, keep potential attackers at bay, as well as maneuver. Jane could actually scamper at great velocity using her hair like
A little while later . . .-------------- ---------------Hellfire and brimstone, the sirens were loud! Jane awoke from her daze with a start. There was a blaring noise pulsing from down the tunnel. It sounded like an alarm. And even at that distance, she heard a commotion, and she felt her heart sink in her chest. She scurried up the stairwell and down the tracks. And the sounds she heard began to gel into an unpleasant cohesive concept . . . there was a fight going on.Jane poked her head around the corner and up over the floor of the lower platform. There was a full-scale battle going on in the underground subway station. She saw the Strays locked in mortal combat with . . . things . . . in suits and sunglasses and . . .'Oh God,' Jane whimpered inside her mind, 'it's those things! The ones from the alley . . . the ones that almost killed me.' Jane's feet froze, thought her heart was going a mile a minute. She felt her skin growing cold and her hand's
A few hours later . . . --------------- ---------------- It had taken a while, but Johan had hurried out to the woods and located the hunting pack, and they had all made haste back to the Den. Their faces were grim and wracked with guilt as they dropped their kills off at the main table. They had been out having fun while their friends were dying. The lycanthropes burst through the opening and looked around. Tarloh went over to Arthur to check on the wounded. Talia checked in with Grunt, who had been piling up the bodies of their enemies . . . and friends. "We should have been here," Red whispered, walking around the carnage. Patrick landed next to her. "You couldn't have known," he reminded her. "The hunt has been going on for decades and there was never a problem." Anya walked up after having gotten dressed. "Somehow they found out," she said. "They knew you would be gone, they knew about the powers of those who stayed behind . . . t
"Jane . . . I was so mean to you," Red started. "Why me?" "Have . . . have you seen you?" Jane asked. "Talia told me you never meant to be mean . . . you just were stressed. And you've been so good to me and . . . and you make me feel things I never did before. And it's more than making me feel safe. You've been honest and decent and . . . and you're so beautiful." Jane lowered her face. "But if . . . if you don't want . . ." Without warning, Jane was swept off her feet and cradled in Red's arms. "How could I NOT want you?" Red murmured. "But if we do this, there's no going back . . . no pretending it didn't happen." "I don't want to go back," Jane whispered. "And I'm not pretending," she added. Red kissed the girl in her arms again. Jane was a little more confident this time, but still let Red control the pace. Red finally lowered Jane's feet back to the ground, then pulled the corner of the comforter and blanket back. She was looked at Jane's gentle
Red poked her head up from under the covers, barely able to make out the annoying red numbers on her digital clock."Crap," she muttered. "Time to get up." 'Time to go deal with the dead,' she thought. Then the lump next to her began to shift and turn. 'I don't want to wake her,' Red thought, 'but I don't want her to come around and not know where I am.' So she reached over and turned on the light.Jane's face was so peaceful as it pressed against the pillow. Red hadn't seen her that much at peace. Even when she had been spending a lot of her time unconscious after almost being killed (the act that had brought her to the Den in the first place), she had been restless. 'I'm just so comfortable,' she thought to herself. But it was time to get up. She slowly worked her way out of bed and started grabbing clothes."What . . . what time is it?" Jane asked groggily, opening one eye and noticing that it was annoying light in the room."Almost five in the afterno
---------- ------------ An hour later . . . ---------- ------------ There was an air of unease around the central table and the adjoining bleachers as everyone settled in for the meeting. Jane sat quietly towards the back of the aluminum steps, planning on being a silent spectator of the proceedings. She was watching Red who was still in consultation with Tarloh as well as the shadow demon known as Johan. Jane hadn't spent much time with that particular trans-dimensional traveler, but Mindy and Anya assured her that he was a class act. "Okay people," Tarloh boomed, his voice as intimidating as his six-and-a-half-foot frame, "let's settle down. First things first. We lost six of our own yesterday, and there will be a service for them an hour after the meeting ends. So nobody goes running off. Now, we need to discuss what happened. The Hellspawn got too close and knew us too well. As many of you know, there are two ways this probably happened. The first is that they've been spying
Topside . . . Robbie had tried keeping things light, but Mindy had been pretty sour all evening. So Robbie and Chris had fallen back together and the redneck wereboar was trying to convince his counterpart why tractor pulls should be an Olympic sport. Jane was still in a mental gloom of her own, thinking back to the funeral service for the fallen Strays. It was the first time she had heard their names, and that was important to her. 'No one should die without someone remembering their name,' she thought. Mindy stormed out a personnel door of Springfield Memorial Hospital with a scowl on her face and a bag in her hand. "I hate flirting with orderlies," she practically spat. "You've got to let them get to second base before they'll take you to the supply room for a quickie. At least then," she added, "I get to knock them out." "Did you . . ." Jane started. "Yeah, I got everything on the list. That's all I'm good for apparently," Mindy bitched. She didn't notice Jane shirk away. Jan
---------- ------------------ A little while later . . . ---------- ------------------ Jane couldn't believe how late it had gotten. She was sitting on Red's bed in a pair of flannel pajamas (with footys) that Mindy had finagled from their stores. Mindy had apologized for about an hour before she and Jane made peace with each other. Jane had donated almost all of her money to the Strays coffers, except for about twenty dollars, plus enough to buy Red a gift. She had picked up a candle that gave off three different scents as it burned its way down, all of them floral. "God, that's so stupid," she muttered. She hadn't bought a gift for anyone in a long time, and never for someone she was trying to form an intimate relationship with. "What's stupid?" Jane jumped, her braided hair swirling around and rearing up like eight individual snakes until Jane actually saw Red standing in the doorway. When she began to relax, her extra appendages relaxed. "My . . . uhm . . . I bought somethi