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“HELP ME!!” Someone screamed and Tala looked up, instinctively. Brown eyes searched the street for the sound of the noise. Again, another scream and she found it. Tearing through the shadows, she found it. She pounced into the alleyway and hung off the fire escape by one foot and one hand.
“Tell me now, what are you doing on my territory, little Virian?” She asked, quietly. The creature and the woman looked up at her. Then, not too much to her surprise, they smiled wickedly. The red headed woman grew fangs and the red headed man followed suit. “Oh, how cute, the dangler trick. Now, that would have worked to your advantage, if you hadn’t caught me.” She said jumping from the fire escape. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled coldly, revealing her own fangs.
They slid down, over soft lips as she smiled. “Hold on, let me take off my jacket.” She pulled off her trench coat, revealing toned, caramel arms. The black halter top she wore only came halfway to her tight black jeans. She pulled out her daggers and she smiled. “Okay, now, I’m ready.” They lunged at her and she lunged as well. She slashed at the woman’s cheek and they lunged for her throat. She rolled on her back and kicked them away.
Tala growled and stood. The red headed hell spawn lunged again and she ran at them. With one quick, silent spin, she sliced both of them down the chest. She stopped on a dime and spun back before they could react. The little eight inch dagger took care of the rest. The next time she stopped, she was facing the two demons, who looked at her, confused.
“Can’t I get a good fight out of anyone anymore? I swear, all the good Virians died a decade ago.” She said as she threw up her hands and the heads of the two Virians fell away. She walked away, bored and wiped at her halter top. “Oh, hot damn. Those bitches bled on my leather.” She said and sighed, climbing on the bike.
Her ear twitched as she heard another scream. Was she the only one doing anything in this city? She started the bike and tore down the blocks to the noise. When she got there, she saw someone else taking her kills. “Who the hell are you?” She called and the man looked up with icy eyes. They glinted in the florescent light of the street lamp as he sniffed.
“Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?” He growled at her and she hissed. She threw a blade at him and he dodged it, allowing it to strike the hell spawn behind him. She climbed off the bike and walked toward him, dispatching those stupid enough to approach her.
“Right now, I am your best chance for survival.” The woman said and his lip rose in a threatening growl. He stood at her back regardless because, for the moment, the enemy of his enemy was his friend. She lunged out with the ferocity of a wild animal and when they crossed paths, he sniffed her. He got nothing but the overwhelming smell of grass. She was obviously not human because humans could not mask their scents, so she was of a different breed, a breed that knew well enough to teach her that her scent could have her killed.
She was a shifter. He cut something open and it screamed before turning to ash. He had not seen a shifter outside of the family. He wondered if she was friend or foe. Then, his thoughts came around to her breed. What could she be that she had gone unnoticed for so many years? She lunged and attacked the creatures that attempted to swarm her. As he looked at her, something pierced his stomach. He spun and killed the creature before falling to his knee. The woman was at his side almost instantly.
She helped him to his feet and felt her hand run over his hard chest. She hissed as soon as his scent hit her nose and forced herself not to drop him. He stank like wolf and it burned her. She had very purposefully avoided the wolven packs until now. Now that she had fought with him, and he would probably blame her for his wound, she was responsible for him until he healed. “Let me go, swan. I will be fine.” The wolf said and Tala scoffed, placing him on the bike.
She brought the wolf back to her house and tossed him on the couch. He hissed and she smiled. Just because she had to care for him doesn’t mean she had to be nice. She poured the rubbing alcohol on his wound to sterilize it before ripping out the blade. He growled at her and she scoffed again. Tala bandaged the man and left him on the couch, shirtless, to pass out. He did not object again until morning’s light.
He stormed into her room and found the woman curled up in a ball like some cat. “Where have you taken me, woman?” The wolf shouted beside her bed. Tala yawned and rolled over, curling back up. “I asked you where I am.” The wolf said, with a threatening demeanor that would scare anyone, except a tiger. She shifted again, trying to return to sleep.
“My home, may I rest now?”
“No, you may not. What are you doing here? Where have you been hiding that you haven’t been detected by the wolves? What breed are you? Where are-”
“You talk a lot wolf. I am trying to sleep. Can this not wait until night fall?” The woman opened her eyes and yowled. “Go back to sleep and if you’re quiet, I’ll get up in an hour or so for a snack and we’ll talk.”
“I want to talk now, woman. I need to know what’s going on.”
“I don’t care. Wake me up again and I’ll cut you.” She said gently and snuggled into her pillow. She tossed her hair around, until it covered her entire head. She plumped her pillow again and sighed. That wolf had not left yet. Was he stupid or something? Her pillow was ripped from under her and her head fell onto the bed. She brought her head up and glared at the wolf.
She hissed and lunged from the bed. She clawed at the wolf’s face and felt him dodge. Before he was out of reach, she changed her flight to clamp down on the wolf’s shoulder. She let her claws dig into his chest and tear the bandages she had placed on herself. She let go and crouched above him on all fours as he looked up at her. She hesitated before she spoke, looking into his icy blue eyes. “I told you I was going to cut you. Never disturb a cat during her nap.” Tala pulled her pillow from the floor and threw one last mean hiss the wolf’s way.
She walked away, mumbling about her nap. As the wolf remained on the floor, she tossed her pillow on her bed and went to the bathroom. She washed her face and hands, and then tossed him new bandages before curling back up on her bed. “Stupid wolves… all I want is a nice little nap.” She looked up, or down as the case was, at the wolf. “Two hours, then we’ll talk.”
Rodolfo growled under his breath, hardly able to move from the pain she had doled out. Her bike marks still burned as his blood slipped from his body. Not to mention the claw marks on his chest. She had said she would cut him. He sat up and she gave a small purr that surprised him. He flinched before he realized he was not going to be assaulted again. “You’re bleeding on my carpet.”
He continued to mutter under his breath a she slept. She was insane. This was a real psychopathic creature he was stuck with. Still, he had gained something from his trip. She was a cat. That narrowed his search from every possible were-animal on the planet to those of the feline persuasion. Still, for all he knew, she could be nothing but an alley cat, or she could be a lion, What ever she was, he would be able to ask her in two hours, lest he risk more injury. Even as stubborn as the wolf was, he had no death wish. He was almost sure next time; he might not leave with all his limbs.
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