Chapter 3-The Gear Shift
There was something crawling up my leg when I woke up later in the day.
After careful thought and consideration I
determined that it was indeed a snake up my <?xml:namespace prefix =
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/>levis. Eek. The one thing that I hated in all life was snakes. I mean
sure they’re great for eating off the lower species of
insects, but dear god, did they have to cuddle up with me to get warmth?
I don’t think so.
After brushing the snake off, and the other pesky critters that happened
to enjoy my body heat, I stood up and started a
possibly endless search for something to eat. After a few moments of wandering
around aimlessly, I discovered I knew
didley squat about organic food. I couldn’t remember if the purple berries
were poisonous, or the red ones. By that time I
decided that I wasn’t all that hungry, and would be better off without
anything to eat.
Since I wasn’t sure of where this trail led to, I turned around and headed
back to the hill. It took a lot longer than I thought
it would take on the way back, and I began to wonder if I took any odd
turns earlier that morning. Eventually I ended back
on top of the hill where I witnessed the destruction of the barn, which
held my life’s future.
A quick survey showed that the vehicle that carried the psycho wasn’t there,
but there was a new vehicle in the vicinity.
Unsure and wary, I headed down to the ruins of the barn. It was a quick,
swift walk, that is until I ran into a very angry
werewolf.
With his teeth bared and his hackles raised, the werewolf man was very
intimidating. He was fierce and wanted to be. He
had shoulder length hair that was escaping its rubber band, and some very
strong facial features.
“Who are you?” This came out as a very harsh growl that I barely understood.
It was obvious that this man thought I had something to do with the burning
of the building, which was most likely his.
Considering the amazing wash of power that was radiating off of him, he
was obviously the pack’s Ulfric. And a very angry
one at that.
“Al. And I didn’t set your barn on fire! I wouldn’t kill my only friends!”
The Ulfric seemed taken back by that comment. Apparently he has a one tracked
mind, and in his little mind, anyone
suspicious must fit with the crime.
“Well if it wasn’t you, then who was it?” He took another step closer, which invaded the hell out of my personal bubble.
I took a step back. Heh heh.
“It was that psycho with the bald head! He and his freaky blonde friend
did it. I saw them do it! I witnessed it! I saw them
kill my brother! They were only after me! But they torched the place down
because I wasn’t there! I wasn’t there! It’s all my
fault!” By this time I was completely sobbing my deepest pains out into
the open. I’m not usually so emotional, but
everyone has to have a release of pain, this was my time to vent.
The werewolf was completely dumbfounded. He decided that the best means
to comfort me was to gather me close while
the pain of the last couple of hours flashed before me. I grabbed onto
the man, and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. He
tried to pick me up, but unsuccessfully because I wasn’t going to sink
down to the low level of not walking on my own feet.
He gave up on it, and murmured something about me just being like Anita,
whoever she was.
I pushed away from the man only to bump into another man. I turned around
and caught sight of the small man with short
blonde hair, and a great big Cheshire cat smile. It was adorable, but not
that uplifting at the time. He looked sympathetic,
probably because of the stains of tears running down my face. It was kind
and sort of nice to be cared for even if I was a
stranger to them. It was different and a change like that was never dismissed.
These people were kind, but different from
the life that I used to live. It was impossible to fit in with these goodie
too shoes.
I needed to get out of there, but when I tried to go around one of them, they blocked me.
“Okay, guys. Thanks for all the love, but I would really appreciate ya’ll
backing off now.” And with that I tried pushing past
the Cheshire cat man, but to no avail. He wasn’t moving an inch out of
my way. Stubborn man.
“I don’t think so. You see, little girl, you know who burnt down our barn.
We need you to help us. Now we’re not going to
hurt you. But we need your help.” This from the Ulfric.
“Why should I help you?” I took up a nonchalant pose, glaring up at him.
“Because Miss, you were a witness to the scene and you obviously were trespassing
on my land. Giving me several grounds
to turn you into the police for several citations. But if you helped us,
then we wouldn’t even have to involve the police.” He
seemed quite reluctant that I help them. But I wasn’t going to fall for
it that easily, something important has to do with that
building burning down, I just wish I knew what it was. Maybe if I helped
them they would tell me.
“I’ll tell you all I know, on one condition.” I could work these people to my advantage all I wanted.
“Maybe, what is it?” This from the Ulfric.
“Tell me what was in that barn that was so important to you?”
The two of them seemed shocked at what I just asked.
“That’s none of your business; it’s not relevant to you.”
“Well it damn well could be! It might be just the reason my family was
burnt to a crisp by insane psychos!” After this little
outburst, the Cheshire cat man was totally at a lost for words, apparently
he was shocked that my whole family died
recently. Hey it was big news to me too.
“Well maybe, just maybe, your family brought the fire upon themselves.
Maybe they were being hunted by some psycho
from the past, maybe it has nothing to do with my business and all to do
with yours.” Uh, how rude! I pushed passed him,
mainly because he let me, and started to walk towards the clearing that
was once a parking lot, but now covered in ashes. I
stopped once I got to the first black debris. If I took another step I
might be walking on my brother, bad thing. But it could
just as easily be Marie, good thing. To avoid any chances of walking on
my dead brother, I carefully went around the
perimeter until I met up with an old Mustang Mach One, made in the sixties.
Nice car, good for carjacking.
The door was unlocked, but no keys. No problem, just a little hotwiring
and voila, running car. When I attempted backing
up out of the area though, the passenger seat opened and two very angry
werewolves attempted to shove themselves into
the small car. Oddly enough it worked, except for the smaller man ended
up sitting on the stick shift.
“What the hell do you think your doing!? This is my car! You can’t just
take my car!” The Ulfric seemed really pissed. But the
smaller man was mainly just cracking up; well he was until the bigger man
smacked him on the head for being a dumb shit.
“I deserve this car for having such a bad day. I’m a little angry right
now, and I’m on quite the revenge trip right now.
Although I have no idea of where to find the guy I’m looking for.” I shifted
into second gear, which caused some interesting
friction between the man and me. He smiled, I smiled, hey it was funny,
and besides he was pretty cute.
“Hey girlie, we’re looking for the same man. Let us help each other. You
know what the man looks like, and I have the
contacts that will help us find him.”
“What, do you have connections with the police or something?”
“No, I don’t. I know someone who does, and she might be able to identify
the other man you mentioned. He sounds like
someone she might know.”
“Oh, okay, so you have friends that are completely nuts, thanks for letting me know.”
“Anita is not a whacko. She’s just a little sociopathic.” Once I was on
the main road, the rubbing of the younger man was
getting a little inappropriate, for such strangers.
“My name’s Al. What’s your guy’s name?”
The younger man turned a very sensual smile in my direction and released
the words “Jason” from his mouth. It was a very
sexy mouth. I smiled back at him, hopefully getting the point across that
I would very much like to chat with him later. It
seemed I did, because he nodded in response, and his grin widened into
the most seductive smile I’ve ever recieved.
The other man leaned forward and stated the words “Richard, Ulfric of the
Thronnos Rokke Clan.” He made no flirting
gestures, which I really didn’t expect, but he was a handsome man, and
I wouldn’t have mind.
We really didn’t say much after that. I took directions from Richard to
some odd little house out in the middle of no where.
When I finally parked, Jason, my new friend, was fully aroused, and straining
in his tight jeans. Heh heh heh.
We all piled out of the car and headed toward the front door.