ALANON - BY SIRIUS       

                        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 = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"
                      />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.

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