Title: Wolfish Desires
Author: Wren (aylapolgara@hotmail.com)
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Wolfish Desires 2
By Wren
Remy had followed the guitarist at a distance since he had left the club. Something had pulled him to the young man, his playing had caught his attention and his soul had captured his own. He couldn't let him leave without learning more about him, but the Cajun, for once in his life, had no idea to go about introducing himself. The breakup with Rogue had shaken his confidence and he felt like he was a teenager all over again.
He was drawn out of his thoughts as he heard screams from the alley the man had turned into. Afraid that he would lose this person without ever knowing him he ran to the alley, agile fingers grabbing cards from his pocket. The sight when he turned into the alley made him stop short.
There, leaning against the cold brick wall was the young guitarist; his clothing was torn to shreds and hung loosely onto his thin frame. He was panting and sweating, looking down at two men at his feet, both of them dead. Their bodies had gashes and long claw and teeth marks on them.
Rushing to the man, Remy searched the sight for signs of the attacker, expecting Saberwolf to jump out at any moment. But there appeared to be no one else in the alley. His pocketed his cards quickly and turned his attention to the young man.
"Chere, are you hurt?" Remy looked over the man's body, searching for blood or signs of abuse. The only blood he saw came from a small cut on his lip that was swelling slightly. He couldn't help but note his well-formed chest and strong arms; despite the man's lack of nutrition he was still a beauty.
The man turned his head slightly and looked at him, for a moment Remy could have sworn he was looking into the yellow eyes of an animal but quickly the eyes turned blue and he shook it off as something he would question later. Right now his safety was the most important thing.
Seeming to come back to himself the young man looked down at his shredded clothing and self-consciously pulled his arm across his chest. "Uh... yea, I'm fine" He mumbled as he looked unhappily at the men at his feet.
"Mon Ami, dis Cajun tink meybe we should get you some clothes?" Remy looked skeptically at the rags clinging to his body.
The man nodded slightly and allowed Remy to lead him out of the alley. "Remy's hotel is jus' a block from 'ere, why don' we go there?" Remy steered him down the street towards an expensive looking hotel. The young man only nodded, clearly still reeling from the ordeal that had occurred in the alley. Remy thought it was best not to push questions too quickly but stored away every detail in his brain for later.
TBC in Part 3