A little while later . . .
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"It's about time," Red mumbled as she and the rest of the scavenging crew stumbled into the Den.
"Stop complaining," Tarloh told her. "It was a damn good haul!"
"One frickin' security guard and we get denied those medical supplies." She sighed. "I'll . . . I'll go back up tomorrow. I'll find a way to get what Arthur needs."
It was Tarloh's turn to sigh. No matter how good a job Red did, in her mind it wasn't good enough. "Fine. We may have to just buy it. We'll see how much cash we've got and I'll get it to you by the evening."
Red hated spending the pack's limited funds on something she should have been able to acquire, but there were some things they couldn't wait on. She dropped her bundles off at the main table so that Tarloh and some of the others could start checking it off their lists. Red held onto a small package that had a different destination.
While out, Red had noti
Mindy had Arthur's tongue between her teeth, pulling on it gently and then sucking on it a bit. She started kissing her way down his body until she was on her knees in front of him. Using her teeth again, she untied the drawstring for his pants. Then she pressed her mouth against his shaft through the flimsy fabric and blew hot air through that porous material. With her mouth in place, she traced her tongue along the center of the section in her mouth. She grabbed his pants with both hands and pulled them down while slowly moving her mouth upward. As soon as the purple head came into view above his waistline, she immediately took it into her mouth, and the rest of his cock soon followed suit. When his balls hit her chin, she started to hum softly, and she kept it up as the now-slick shaft began to emerge from its hiding place. Arthur let his hands rest on Mindy's curly-blonde head as it bobbed up and down on his turgid rod. He wondered if her brothers knew what a little sex-
On the surface . . .------------ ---------------Victor Nawrocki was walking home from the bar, his breath stinking of domestic light beer and his face stinging from multiple rejections of his offer for female companionship. He was pissed that the bitch from apartment 134 . . . Jane . . . had skipped out without paying rent. He KNEW he could've had her eating out of the palm of his hand. 'Or licking my stuff off her hand,' he thought acidly. He was sure she was on the verge of breaking, and broken women were easy to manipulate.He got to his apartment, which had the word "manager" printed in big letters so the useless morons he rented to could read it. But there was a surprise waiting for him there. Next to his door was possibly the hottest girl he had ever seen that wasn't on the cover of a porn DVD. She had a killer body, major curves, and curly red hair with a white streak in it. 'Things are beginning to look up,' he thought."Hey honey," he slurred.
Hunt night . . .------------ -----------"Okay, everyone ready to howl?!?" Tarloh yelled, revving up the lycanthropes for a night of hunting. It was one of the few times they got to go and do what they were born to do . . . hunt. Tarloh, Red, Matthew, Mindy, Michael, Talia, Nathaniel, Robbie (over Red's objections), as well as Karl (a first-generation lycanthrope) and Chris (a werebear who was possibly the biggest redneck ever to walk the planet) had been buzzing about the opportunity all day. Jane had never really talked to the latter two, but the hunting pack all seemed pretty chummy with each other.Red had been working with Jane for about three hours a day for the past week. While getting Jane to stand her ground was like pulling teeth, it had finally begun to happen. The young woman was using her extra appendage to help keep her balance, keep potential attackers at bay, as well as maneuver. Jane could actually scamper at great velocity using her hair like
A little while later . . .-------------- ---------------Hellfire and brimstone, the sirens were loud! Jane awoke from her daze with a start. There was a blaring noise pulsing from down the tunnel. It sounded like an alarm. And even at that distance, she heard a commotion, and she felt her heart sink in her chest. She scurried up the stairwell and down the tracks. And the sounds she heard began to gel into an unpleasant cohesive concept . . . there was a fight going on.Jane poked her head around the corner and up over the floor of the lower platform. There was a full-scale battle going on in the underground subway station. She saw the Strays locked in mortal combat with . . . things . . . in suits and sunglasses and . . .'Oh God,' Jane whimpered inside her mind, 'it's those things! The ones from the alley . . . the ones that almost killed me.' Jane's feet froze, thought her heart was going a mile a minute. She felt her skin growing cold and her hand's
A few hours later . . . --------------- ---------------- It had taken a while, but Johan had hurried out to the woods and located the hunting pack, and they had all made haste back to the Den. Their faces were grim and wracked with guilt as they dropped their kills off at the main table. They had been out having fun while their friends were dying. The lycanthropes burst through the opening and looked around. Tarloh went over to Arthur to check on the wounded. Talia checked in with Grunt, who had been piling up the bodies of their enemies . . . and friends. "We should have been here," Red whispered, walking around the carnage. Patrick landed next to her. "You couldn't have known," he reminded her. "The hunt has been going on for decades and there was never a problem." Anya walked up after having gotten dressed. "Somehow they found out," she said. "They knew you would be gone, they knew about the powers of those who stayed behind . . . t
"Jane . . . I was so mean to you," Red started. "Why me?" "Have . . . have you seen you?" Jane asked. "Talia told me you never meant to be mean . . . you just were stressed. And you've been so good to me and . . . and you make me feel things I never did before. And it's more than making me feel safe. You've been honest and decent and . . . and you're so beautiful." Jane lowered her face. "But if . . . if you don't want . . ." Without warning, Jane was swept off her feet and cradled in Red's arms. "How could I NOT want you?" Red murmured. "But if we do this, there's no going back . . . no pretending it didn't happen." "I don't want to go back," Jane whispered. "And I'm not pretending," she added. Red kissed the girl in her arms again. Jane was a little more confident this time, but still let Red control the pace. Red finally lowered Jane's feet back to the ground, then pulled the corner of the comforter and blanket back. She was looked at Jane's gentle
Red poked her head up from under the covers, barely able to make out the annoying red numbers on her digital clock."Crap," she muttered. "Time to get up." 'Time to go deal with the dead,' she thought. Then the lump next to her began to shift and turn. 'I don't want to wake her,' Red thought, 'but I don't want her to come around and not know where I am.' So she reached over and turned on the light.Jane's face was so peaceful as it pressed against the pillow. Red hadn't seen her that much at peace. Even when she had been spending a lot of her time unconscious after almost being killed (the act that had brought her to the Den in the first place), she had been restless. 'I'm just so comfortable,' she thought to herself. But it was time to get up. She slowly worked her way out of bed and started grabbing clothes."What . . . what time is it?" Jane asked groggily, opening one eye and noticing that it was annoying light in the room."Almost five in the afterno
---------- ------------ An hour later . . . ---------- ------------ There was an air of unease around the central table and the adjoining bleachers as everyone settled in for the meeting. Jane sat quietly towards the back of the aluminum steps, planning on being a silent spectator of the proceedings. She was watching Red who was still in consultation with Tarloh as well as the shadow demon known as Johan. Jane hadn't spent much time with that particular trans-dimensional traveler, but Mindy and Anya assured her that he was a class act. "Okay people," Tarloh boomed, his voice as intimidating as his six-and-a-half-foot frame, "let's settle down. First things first. We lost six of our own yesterday, and there will be a service for them an hour after the meeting ends. So nobody goes running off. Now, we need to discuss what happened. The Hellspawn got too close and knew us too well. As many of you know, there are two ways this probably happened. The first is that they've been spying
--------------- -------------Six months later . . .--------------- -------------Jane leaned the broom up against one of the front windows of the Kwik-R Stop where she worked. It was a warm summer night, so she was able to clean up the parking lot without a jacket. She paused and ran her finger over her name pin, which was now done up in faux gold rather than the regular white plastic."Assistant manager," she muttered happily. The promotion only meant an extra dollar an hour, but it was still special for her. She had done a good job, and she had been rewarded. Of course, it also meant extra responsibility, but she didn't mind. It was good honest work. She still worked nights, but never alone. Her company insisted on having at least two people on graveyards. Her coworker for the evening was a pimply-faced college student named Earl, trying to save some extra money over the summer. He was a nice kid. He had tried hitting on Jane for a while befor
------- --------------------A few hours later . . .------- --------------------The celebration was somewhat muted considering the circumstances. They had just narrowly averted an apocalypse of biblical proportions. Raptors and Strays mingled in the new Den engaged in numerous conversations. Most of them were genuinely pleased that there would be many more tomorrows for all of them. But not everyone was feeling relieved. Anya hadn't spoken to anyone since the battle. Neither had Red. She had collapsed shortly after Chaos had been banished. Fighting an Elder God, even in your head, was apparently an exhausting process.Jane and Robbie had been hovering over Red until she came too. Arthur had been called in to check on her, and several other allies followed along. Red had defied a god . . . they all wanted to know how."You okay?" Jane whispered when Red stared up at her, one eye beautiful green and the other eerie and red."No,"
---------- -----------------------A few hours later . . .---------- -----------------------The crowd walked or glided in silence. Walking to the gates of Armageddon seemed to have a sobering effect. Lothar was staring deep into the Heaven's Eye. He'd wanted to be part of an adventure. He was beginning to wish he had nothing to do with it.Croc and Anya walked next to each other. Chris hadn't spoken to either of them since the accusation earlier, and it was eating Anya up. But she didn't know how to approach him, so she decided to wait until after this was all over.Red walked hand in hand with Jane. Red was almost ashamed to admit to herself that she felt relieved. She was just along for the ride on this one, and she had meant what she said. They would win or lose in a matter of moments. No more waiting and then, one way or the other, she would get some rest.Jane wanted to kiss the warrior goddess she had become so dependent
------------ -------------- Outside . . .------------ --------------Jane had no taste for battle. It piled up on her tongue and dripped from her mouth as bile. Yet she found herself suspended from two large trees, looking down at a pack of rat-like beings called . . . she thought Anya had called them caval. Their participation in this was also strange, as they were a race of scavengers. Something powerful had driven them to fight. Sometimes, Jane heard wings and cries from above as the Raptors fought for control of the heavens.She saw one of the rear caval vanish into nothingness. Croc had grabbed another victim and drawn it into his dimensional rift. The group turned and one of them was leveled by a float club. 'There's Anya,' Jane thought. She grimaced. It was her turn. Magical braids wielding heavy branches descended from on high, bludgeoning the unsuspecting creatures into a fine state of unconsciousness. 'They'll never get to Red,' she to
--------- ---------------A week later . . .--------- ---------------Robbie and Natasha were both cranky as hell by the time the Strays arrived at the slaughterhouse. They had gotten a message on Natasha's cell phone on where to go, but then her battery went dead so they couldn't call back. They had returned the car, taken cabs out to the nearest gas station and then hiked back in. Lothar got help carrying the heavy magical jewel all the way. His magical battle had taken a lot out of him. That, and not having ever been to this new Den before, prevented him from teleporting."They're back!" came a cry from a window as the weary travelers approached. Talia and Tarloh came sauntering out and embraced their friends, happy to see them all still alive. Robbie explained that the Raptors would be joining them that evening when darkness allowed them easier passage through the skies."This is big," Natasha said, "and they wanted to be here for it
--------- ---------------------Inside the building . . .--------- ---------------------"You didn't have to be quite so mean," Talia chortled."Yes I did!" Tarloh shouted, then got himself back under control. With a sigh, "If I didn't nip her path to martyrdom in the bud, she would've finally convinced herself that she really was useless and probably left the Strays to go on some damn fool . . . she would've tried to go and save the world by herself. I don't know if she or the Strays would've survived that. Especially not right now.""You really think she would've left?" Anya asked."The only thing that would've stopped her was Jane," Talia said, gripping Tarloh's hand. She knew he had been right. "I should've seen it coming. She's been on the verge of breaking down since she got back and found out what Robbie had done. Between dealing with him, dealing with Jane's problems and still trying to do her regular duties of keep ever
--------- -----------------------Twelve hours later . . .--------- -----------------------Red had only had a hangover once before in her life. She remembered suddenly why she didn't drink. But last time, she was pretty sure that the only symptoms had been nausea and a headache. This time, her entire body ached as if . . ."Wait," she mumbled. "I WAS in a fight." Bits and pieces of her night on the town were coming back to her."Red?" came a voice at the end of the bed. Jane had been reading and had fallen asleep again in a chair next to the bed. The younger girl quickly moved to Red's side."What did you do? What happened? What . . .""Red?" This time it was Talia at the mouth of the cave. "Good God girl, what the hell did you do last night?""I . . . went patrolling," Red said."By yourself?!" Talia said. "Dammit, that's just the kind of dumb-ass stunt your brother would pull!""I had
------------ ------------------Back in Springfield . . .------------ ------------------Red was sitting back in the cave that she and Jane were going to share. She couldn't believe that the Strays actually owned the land they now stood on. Anya's career was on the verge of exploding (in a good way) again. A supermodel apparently rising from the dead had gotten some peoples' attention. Talia was also talking about going back to work as a crisis counselor to help make some money, and Jane was currently interviewing for a cashier's job at the closest gas station to where the slaughterhouse was located.She was looking around, trying to figure out how to make the cave more habitable and wondering if Jane might be more comfortable in the main building. But there was plenty of room for a bed and she knew she could build up the front and . . ."What am I doing?" she muttered. She was playing house . . . she was becoming the woman who stayed at
". . . shit!" Robbie shouted. He, the Strays and the Raptors were fighting for their lives in the jungles of South America trying to capture a magical jewel called the Heaven's Eye from a maniacal shaman. The adversary conjured up a set of massive earth golems to aid his followers in the defense of the jewel, and all hell had broken loose. Robbie found himself lying on his back, scrambling to get out of the way of the descending foot of a golem before it crushed him like an insect.'If I let that thing step on me, Red will have my hide,' he thought absently. Then he felt hands on his shoulders and was pulled out of the way just before the foot came down."I'm not explaining to your sister that I let you get killed," Natasha said as she helped Robbie to his feet. She looked pissed. The Strays and Raptors were generally too fast for the golems but the golems were too tough to be readily destroyed. Most of the shaman's followers had been incapacitated or had run off,