Tamara finally got up to talk and he watched her intently. Also looked around the room as well. It was clear most seemed interested in what she had to say, and she was a good speaker. Clearly done this a hundred times, he felt edgy sitting here. Really like someone was going to come up and recognize him and try something. Like he was waiting to be forced back into the black nothing or servitude. Which so far he hadn’t seen anything but humans here. Though he did catch the occasional scent of a hybrid or two, but they didn’t seem to know what they were.
He glanced over at Josh and he was listening to Tamara speak. Also watching her with a bit more attention than what she had to say. He stared at the man a bit, didn’t like him at all. Tamara ended her speech and a round of applause went up for her. She came back to the table and sat down. She gave a few smiles but looked relieved. He
“Tamara!” Someone called and she felt like dropping her shoulders in defeat. She was trying to get out of here. Why did she feel like everyone wanted to talk to her all of a sudden? “Yes?” She said turning and Josh was coming up to her. He was smiling and had a drink in his hand. She glanced at Fenrir. To him she spoke very softly. “Don’t do anything, he isn’t worth it got me?” She was stern in her half whisper. He was facing her with his back to Josh. He didn’t nod or indicate anything, just looked right at her with nothing in his gaze. God she hoped what Josh wanted was quick. She had a feeling that Fenrir wasn’t going to put up with much. He saw the man as a problem, she didn’t doubt he got rid of his problems permanently. Why’d she have to get stuck with a man who had a dark zero to sixty personality? She gav
“Fenrir.” Tamara said calmly. Okay not what she thought he’d suddenly do. She was staying rather still. Here wasn’t where she wanted this to happen and she’d rather get out of this place. He didn’t respond to her saying his name calmly. He did however hike the skirt of her dress up harshly and she moved slightly as he’d let go of her neck for a moment to do so. At her movement he took hold again and forced her back down to the desk.“Fenrir here isn’t smart. I’m not going anywhere. Just not here.” She said because one, he still looked really dark and she’d like him to not start hurting her. Two it really wasn’t the time or place. He leaned over her and his hand slid up from her neck into her hair gripping it. He moved so his face was close to hers looking at her.Now.
Tamara took a slow breath in and then let it out. Her hands were braced on the edge of the table in front of her. She bit her lip rather harshly suppressing the moan she felt. Fenrir gripped her hips having ground into her a final time holding her where she was. Demanding was what he was. Very demanding and if he wanted her he was going to have her. He moved after a minute pulling from her with deliberate slowness before sitting but brought her with so she was sitting on him. A hand bunched in her hair and she was letting her breathing and heartbeat come back down. She enjoyed the contact, but she wished he’d relax for a moment. Then again when you were locked underground for a millennia, and your life sucked before that, she guessed she’d be a bit more needy too. “You know, I am trying to find out about your sister. You could relax and wait. I’m not go
“Hello?” Tamara cautiously spoke as she answered the phone. “Tamara, it’s Max. Just got your message and I was able to get a phone.” She sighed. “Max, I’ve been worried. Are you okay? Where are you?” “I don’t want to say, but I’m being chased. I have Surt after me for sure. He knows that I sent Fenrir somewhere and he wants to know where. He hasn’t caught me yet.” Max said and he sounded tired in her opinion. “Max we have another issue. Hel’s necklace has been stolen, me and Fenrir saw the image and he knew what it was.” She explained a bit more because Max had no idea that there even was a necklace. He was also filled in a bit more about Hel. “Are you okay Tamara? He hasn’t hurt you has he, or done anything?” He a
Max sat up on the ledge of a building. Just a couple stories up and watched the spot in the back courtyard. He really had a bad feeling about this. He watched the man that showed up just a couple minutes ago. He stood just waiting checking his phone. It was pitch black and Max had already picked seven different ways to get out of here if shit went south fast.From where he was a giant tree hid him rather well, and would also allow him a quick way down. He was glad for what he was. It let him have the patience and the wherewithal to sit here and not feel rather cramped just waiting. After what seemed like forever another person showed and this one wasn’t human like the man who showed first. He pulled out a jewelry case, clearly meant to hold a necklace but you couldn’t see through or into it.Nothing was said between the two, just the necklace
Max hoisted himself up the embankment and out of the river he’d gone into. At least he didn’t smell like sewer anymore. He hurt, and he just couldn’t run another foot. He was lucky he’d managed to swim. He’d gone the entire day and it was evening again. He’d stopped to eat and devoured a shit ton of food that he stole. He wasn’t proud of it, but he did it because he needed the calories. His better than a half day run took a ton of energy and he’d started to feel weight loss happen to keep him sustained at the rate he was pushing himself.Now he was on the verge of collapse. He’d stolen a phone when he stole food. Got Tamara a text saying he did it, and then dropped the phone in the river after smashing the damn thing to pieces. As far as he could tell he wasn’t being followed and the sun was now getting lower in the sky. He nearly went down when h
“Who the frick are you!” He demanded and his gaze was calculating. She saw that he’d rather run first, but the man could fight. She straightened, that was a first. She’d never, never, had that kind of reaction before. Normally they hadn’t minded and let her do what she was doing. What did they care? As long as they got to bed a beautiful woman, and while that might be vain of her, she knew she was damn good looking. All of them said so. She thought she was decent looking so what was his problem?“That’s a stupid question. Hel.” She answered and her voice was soft, caressing almost but cold too. No real emotion to it.“Hel.” He repeated and then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you fucking serious?”
Max woke suddenly, some kind of alarm hitting him and he slashed out with his one arm. It was caught in an incredibly strong yet delicate grip which was odd in itself. He blinked and pulled his arm back from Hel who was kneeling on the bed next to him watching him.“Careful, if you stab me we may have problems.” She commented and he was quick to get up away from her, what was she doing? Watching him sleep? She needed to get a life in his opinion. He’d felt her there watching him as he came in and out of sleep a few times, but she wasn’t what woke him.“We need to go.” He commented because clearly she was stuck with him and vice versa. But whatever she could sit here, unless she was going to tell his enemies about him or something. Which he looked at her. He went to the dresser and grabbed a pair of pants when he found them, t