Clea found Inna lying across the kitchen, her ankle in a weird position. Beside her on the floor, was Jo who dutifully licked her injuries. She let out soft groans as Clea raised her to a sitting position."Did an evil spirit get into your sister?""Exactly," Clea said, then she blushed. "Sister? Why do I feel honoured?"Inna laughed softly. "I could tell. When are you girls leaving? You shouldn't hang around for long. I should've told you this earlier but this damn town isn't nice to strangers. You've seen that for yourself. Hell, it's even turning on the towners now." She sighed heavily. Clea held her cheek up. "We definitely won't hang around for long. We've already overstayed our welcome as it is." She picked up the malformed hand. "How does it feel?""I can't feel it. It's turning purple." "No, it's not." Clea chuckled. She wanted to be as warm as possible so she wouldn't scare Inna. She placed her hand around the wrist and tried to press it back in place. "Careful, bitch!""In
"...what?"The Shaman ignored Clea's perplexity. She walked to the bed and sat on it. Then frowned afterwards. "Uncomfortable."Clea shrugged and shut the door. "Okay, let's get down to it since you're here. Kali, how about you ask the questions? That's your thing, I'll digest the answers." She sat cross-legged on the bed a good distance from the Shaman. Kali nonchalantly moved to stand in front of the bed, facing both of them. "Why did you refuse to see us when we visited? What changed?"The Shaman looked between both of them. "I'm not here to answer your questions. I'm only here to explain—""It's all part of it. Answering our questions takes nothing away," Clea said.The Shaman opened her mouth to refuse, but then she changed her mind. "I'll answer just this question then go right into what I'm here for.""Good, thank you." Kali forced a smile."I didn't want to see you because I didn't think anything good could come out of that. I'm now forced to, owing to arising complicated circ
"You think we told her off too rashly?""That's weird coming from you," said Clea, who couldn't care less about sending the Shaman away. They were putting the room back in order, filling the empty, heavy void with small talk, here and there."I just think that we should've listened to her more. Especially that stupid threat she made, maybe there's more we don't know of.""In relation to what?""...I don't know.""And why do you care to know?""Because you might regret it, as she said."Clea found Kali incredulous. "You believe her? That was an empty threat. She was just desperate. When people don't get what they want, they result to coercion using fear.""Yeah, but—""Kali," Clea called with a sigh, "we're leaving in two days, aren't we?""Yes, we are. But—""So there's nothing to—""I just wanna make sure you're safe, okay? I wanna make sure that there's nothing to watch out for. Or anything in particular that we should be careful about.""K." Clea came over and put her hands on Kali
Clea McEnery was thinking. She wasn’t supposed to be, considering what was happening. But she was. Instead of thriving on the sensation of Irus’ hands caressing her breasts, her mind was working on how best she could break to him that she knew. She knew what he had done to them, to their relationship. He snatched off her bra and kissed the space between her collarbone and neck, and it was with restraint that she didn’t make a disgusted sound. Doing this was coming off so easily to him, as usual. So easily that he didn’t even notice she wasn’t responding. Well, he had always been a self-centred asshole, he was just also good at acting like he wasn’t. Now, it was all Clea could see. How do you pay your girlfriend a visit and move right into making-out, claiming you’ve missed her so much, and in all of that, fail to notice she hasn’t smiled at you for once in all the time you’ve arrived…? It was clear all he cared about at that moment was getting laid. No, he hadn’t missed her. So, no
It was dripping blood, the dagger. That was all that registered in Clea’s mind. She brought out her gun, set it, and pointed it at him, targetting his forehead. “Drop your weapon.”He stared at her blankly at first, confusion in his eyes. Then he dropped his weapon, dropped on his knees and raised his arms. The act threw Clea off; she hadn’t been expecting compliance. She tightened her hold around Jo and walked slowly towards him. Behind him lay a fallen, bleeding Kangaroo. Clea winced, removing her gaze. Then she directed it back at the man, glaring.“You killed it!”She had bashed her car to avoid it getting hurt, only for this guy to attack it. “Yes,” he responded. His voice was mellow, and she could see he didn’t know what he did wrong. “Why?!”“To eat.”In the following minute, she did nothing but glare at him. She had a lot to vent, but she quickly understood this wasn’t the right time, place or person. “Stay where you are,” she told him and walked back to her car. She re
She didn’t even budge. When he moved closer, she moved into him even more, plastering herself to his warm, bulky, chest. Her arms wrapped around him and she held on tightly. For the first time that night, Clea didn’t have her gun on her mind. All she could think of was to gum herself to this man in every possible way. So it didn’t surprise her when she woke up on a human bed. She had slept on Tarik Wolf all night, and it had already registered on Clea’s mind as one of the best nights of her life. She slept soundly, which was a bit out of place. Considering most of her sleeping hours were spent trying to sleep. But she had slept on this man, who was significantly harder than her bed, and she had slept well. She pushed herself off so she was laying beside him on her side. A peer into his face showed that he was still fast asleep.Her eyes left his face and travelled down his chest. For the first time, she noticed a chain dangling from his neck. She took it in her hands and placed
Clea would've successfully killed it if Tarik had been a second late. He jumped in at the last moment, pushing himself and the wolf away, so Clea's shot went straight out of the roof. As she staggered to her feet, suspiciously eyeing the seemingly familiar duo that was Tarik and the wolf, Clea could still feel her heart thumping. She directed her gun again to the wolf. "You know this thing?" She asked. Tarik nodded in response to her. He was more occupied with calming the beast and getting it to stay away from Clea. "Her name's wolf.""Your..." Clea couldn't believe what she heard. "Your pet?! You have a pet wolf?!" It was starting to make sense that he was an outcast. He didn't respond, but Clea didn't want a response either. "Well, tell your goddamn pet wolf the next time it tries this shit with me, you won't be able to save it from my wrath!"Wolf growled and wrestled against Tarik's hold. Clea took a 'threatening' stance and growled back. The beast had scared her to death and
Kali wasn't one to scream. She believed a scream portrayed weakness and Kali didn't like coming off as weak. She screamed because the situation demanded it. She was talking to Clea on the phone when her car's back tyres started rising off the ground. It would've made sense to her if she'd been speeding then suddenly braked, but that wasn't what happened. She was driving, and her Car started turning upside down out of nowhere. She looked back, saw nothing, and went crazy. Her phone fell off her hand and onto the floor as she gripped the steering wheel for dear life. All the while, she was screaming out her lungs.All her life, she had scoffed at the supernatural, and here she was facing something completely unexplainable in logical terms. She was going crazy. She thought of yanking off her seatbelt and jumping out, but except she was flash, there was no way she could pull that off without increasing the possibility of her getting injured. The car tumbled twice and landed on its tyr