Ertonport, One Year BeforeThey made love throughout the rest of the night into the morning and slept with their limbs entangled. Meguitte woke early afternoon at the slightest stirring from him, her instincts triggered by the presence of a man, and a mostly human man at that, in her bed, and she lay in the glaring bright of the day and watched him sleep.She wasn’t sure what to do with her unexpected and complicated mate. His Lycanism was a hurdle she did not know how they would overcome. Could she even turn him vampire? And she knew so little about him, his likes, his dislikes, how he spent his time when he was not searching for a cure for his condition… But now that she’d had him in her body, in her bed, she wasn’t prepared to let him go. He was hers. He was her mate.She would walk through fire for him. She would bleed for him. She would suffer for him.She leaned her face into his hair and breathed in his scent, the layers of man, and something more earthy, more primal – the wolf
Ertonport, One Year BeforeAs she dressed, Meguitte waged a ferocious war within herself. She watched Logan in the mirror as he used her toiletries in the bathroom to tie back his hair and wash his face. She had never imagined sharing her life with a man, and she felt as if she watched a wonder unveiled before her eyes as he made himself at home in her space as comfortably as if he had been there many times.On the tip of her tongue were so many things that she wanted to say, and yet she swallowed them back, chewing on her lip.“Alright,” he walked out to join her. “I’m ready. Where are we going?”“Umm…” Having Logan with her could make things difficult with Connery, but nor did she want to be separated from him – part of her saw what they had as being so fragile that once parted, he might not return.Logan was her mate, she told herself firmly, and as much of the supernatural world as she was, therefore there was no reason not to take him with her, she wouldn’t be betraying Connery o
Ertonport, One Year Before“You know of Logan?” Meguitte asked as she took one of the armchairs set around a glossy coffee table, before the very-well done fake fireplace with its elegant portrait of Connery in clothing from a previous century.Logan took the seat to one side of her and Connery the other. The door opened again, spilling noise into the room, as a waiter brought a tall glass garnished with celery and mint and set it before Meguitte with a bow.“Oh, thank you,” she flushed, picking up the warmed glass. Of course, Connery had heated her some blood. He met her eyes and smiled as the waiter withdrew and the room hushed again. “Thank you, Connery.”“I always keep a fresh supply for you, Meguitte, of your favorite type,” he purred. “Of course,” he continued before she could respond. “I know of Logan Wren who arrived in my city three months ago and has been drifting between supernatural hangouts and businesses ever since, slowly infiltrating our community.”“I prefer to view i
Ertonport, One Year BeforeLogan’s phone ringing woke them. He answered it as he rolled out of bed and searched for his clothing. “Give me ten minutes,” he said before the person on the other side spoke and disconnected.Meguitte sat up in the bed, holding the sheet to her chest.He looked up from pulling on his jeans. “I have to go for a little while,” he told her. “To meet a contact. I should probably stop by my place and eat something more substantial than pancakes,” he added with a smile. “And change my clothes. I’ll come back before evening,” he pulled on his top before leaning over to kiss her forehead. “To collect you.”“Mhm,” she wasn’t used to be awake so early in the day and it made her brain foggy.“Get some more sleep,” he said cheerfully over his shoulder as he’d left.She returned to sleep, waking in the early afternoon to an empty apartment. As she retrieved a packet of blood from her fridge and microwaved it to her preferred temperature, she reviewed the two spells tha
Ertonport, One Year BeforeLogan had driven to pick her up and his car was parked on the other side of the street, so they dodged the traffic to get to it. He slid into the car without holding the passenger door for her, and as she rounded the bonnet and opened the door herself, she told herself that she was clinging to old fashioned ideas of courtesy and she couldn’t expect Logan, who been born only decades before, to behave like Thaelen.Logan pulled out into the traffic in a squeal of wheels and honking horns from the drivers he caused to brake abruptly, and he didn’t seem to care or notice, his attention on the road before him. It seemed out of character for him, and she wondered precisely how long they had before he lost control to the Lycan.He ignored the speed limits, racing through the busy city streets, and into the industrial area, heading towards the airport, pausing in order to swipe a card at a gate, tapping his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel as the gate
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe moon was full overhead, drenching the tangled sheets of the bed with silvered light. Around the edges of the chamber, glass caged wall sconces flickered golden, the shifting light seeming to cause the carved reliefs to move, f-king along with the occupants of the room, amongst the twisted vines, grapes and flowers, the effect emphasized by the drifting incense smoke that had been laced with a mild hallucinogenic.Thaelen groaned as the female acolyte’s tongue probed the slit of his c-ck, seeking to drag from him another orgasm, her hands gently squeezing his balls in encouragement.He heard the shift and splash of water and Gera’s moan as he gave into the bath with the male acolyte.Thaelen needed a bath. His skin was sticky with sweat and cum, his hair matted and plastered to his face, but he was determined to be visited by the Goddess and sought to push his body into a hallucinogenic state through duress. They had been f-king since
Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThe humans did not wake as Thaelen bathed and dressed, pausing to admire his new piercings with an arch of an eyebrow. The things that he did in seeking enlightenment, he thought with amusement. There were aches and raw spots that twinged and complained as he had bathed, and he did not think that he would come for a week within wincing in as much pain as pleasure, but there were quite a few new skills that he had learnt and the new pleasured pain experience was intriguing.He wondered if Gera would enjoy being the recipient of such attention but dismissed the idea. No, not Gera. He would find an acolyte who enjoyed such things to practise on and with.He made his way through the temple, taking the secret passages to the private section of the temple used by acolytes, priests and priestesses and their families. He smiled as he pressed himself against the cold stone wall to allow a swarm of laughing children to run by in a game of chase, be
The Coast of Alden, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years BeforeThey came upon the first village at midday, surprising the fishermen in their long, shallow boats who stood up and shaded their eyes with their hands, talking excitedly to each other before beginning to row for shore. The water was a pure, clear azure, and the fish swimming in its waves seemed to leap into the fisher’s nets as they pulled them in.On the edge of sand and forest, their houses were round in shape, the walls formed by logs planted like trees into the earth, and the rooves constructed of overlapping wooden tile. Around the village, the people working, weaving, preparing food, tending to their young stopped to look and marvel.The alarm was slow to spread as Thaelen’s soldiers moved in, their initial response being curious startlement, but the fight was ferocious once they realized they were being attacked. It was over within minutes, most of the villagers subdued and chained, and the sand bright with the blood of tho
Havermouth, Present Time Heath woke into darkness. His werewolf sight could not even determine a pinprick of light. The darkness was heavy, smothering. “Talen?” He asked. His voice sounded muted, as if he were in a closed, tight space. He reached out and felt nothing however… And that was terrifying. There was no floor, no walls. He did not understand how it was that he was not falling… or perhaps he was. His breathing was rasped through lungs constricted by panic. “Shh,” a woman murmured. “Hush now, do not fear. Nothing will harm you here. Indeed,” there was amusement to her voice. “There is nothing here to harm you.” “Who are you?” He demanded, fear turning into anger. “Some Van Helsing trick?” “Hmhmhm,” she chuckled softly. “No, white wolf.” “Where is Talen?” He sat up slowly, relying on his stomach muscles as there wasn’t a floor to brace his hands against. “Where are we? Why… isn’t there a floor?” “So many questions. We are in the beginning, the aether, the place where we
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron and Rhett stood by the front window of Mr Claymont’s house with the lace curtains pushed back, looking out at the street as the crowd began to clear. A riot had broken out in response to the explosion of the school and had blocked the Van Helsings’ efforts to reach their destroyed base. The Havermouth rioters had destroyed several of the Van Helsings’ vehicles until guns had been drawn and bullets had been fired.Just as things had been on the verge of turning into a massacre, the fire had begun to spread out from the school, and Havermouth’s residents had rushed to help the homeowners save their property whilst others had dragged those injured by the Van Helsings retaliation into nearby houses.Into the chaos and mania of it all, the fleeing werewolves had just been another strangeness of the day, with people shrieking and screaming as their fur brushed against them, but otherwise taking no action against them, too occupied with the fire and gunmen, a
Havermouth, Present TimeThe f-ker!Aislen woke angry and sore. Her whole body ached, but her head and throat most of all. She was f-king going to kill that arsehole of a torturer, she thought.She was lying on her back on a bed, but not somewhere private. Around her she could hear the murmur of voices, groans and moans, the rattle of metal against metal, and crying. It stank. Layers of sweat, urine, faeces and… rotten meat.She opened her eyes and looked through a mesh of metal bars at the pressed tin tile design within the coffered ceiling high above her and the elaborate chandelier that dangled from it. Not what she’d expected having smelled the room, she thought, sitting up.It was a large long room, with a heavy velvet curtained stage set on one end and a wall of double doors at the other. In between the two ends, rows of cages had been set, each one only long enough to fit a trundle bed and twice as wide. Many of the cages were empty, like the one directly next to Aislen’s bed,
Havermouth, One Week BeforeTony had the police officer tied by his wrists and dangling over an open oubliette in the barn when Talen arrived, and looked up from a toolbox which was set on the pushed back stone lid. “Alex, this is Talen. Talen, meet Alexander Grennith.”“F-k you,” the werewolf was in the policeman’s eyes, but with his weight on his shoulders, and his wrists tied, he could not shift without risking tearing his arms from the joint, an injury that would be both intensely painful and potentially life-alteringly disabling.“No thank you,” Talen replied as he rolled up his sleeves. “Did you have any trouble?” He asked Tony.“No,” Tony was amused. “I took Sigrid with me, and she distracted him at the front door whilst I took him from behind. He did not know what happened. We bundled him into his own car, and I wore his jacket and hat. Anyone who saw me would have thought he was going on a date. I dropped Sigrid at the Ute and she drove it home for me.”“I didn’t know that Si
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCameron creeping out of the bed and around the room getting dressed woke Heath. He was pressed tightly to Talen’s back, half drowning in the vampire’s blonde hair, with his arm over Talen’s waist and he was disinclined to move from the position. Used to Cameron’s early mornings, once he’d registered what the movement was about, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep only for Aislen to mutter a complaint as Rhett wriggled out from under her.“I have a client coming at nine,” Rhett explained his movement. “I have to go set up.”“Too early,” Aislen grumbled.“I know, but they work afternoons, and it will take a good three hours,” Rhett yawned widely as he slid out of the bed.Talen shifted in order to pull Aislen back against him, snuggling her into the spoon of his body. “Sleep some more, Morgana,” he murmured. “You need to rest in order to heal.”Rhett cursed as he stumbled and Cameron smothered his laughter. “Careful. F-k man, you’re not a good m
Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“I could do with a cigarette too,” Aislen announced. “And a glass of wine.”“It’s not even midday,” Heath protested immediately.Aislen’s eyeroll said it all. “I wasn’t asking for permission. I’ve had a pretty shitty couple of days, and I want to f-king have a cigarette and a glass of wine on the porch of my house and so that’s precisely what I am going to do,” she began to get dressed. “If you’re all going to be bitches you can leave.”Heath spotted her underwear tangled at the foot of the bed and retrieved them, untangling them as he handed them to her. “I’ll go open a bottle.” He stepped out into the hallway and closed the door before leaning against the wall and heaving out a sigh.Rhett and Cameron now knew about the miscarriage, but he felt as if the Triquetra had narrowly avoided disaster with the discussion that had followed, and the adrenaline spike had left him shaky with his heart racing against his ribs. The conversation had also shaken free a
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett laughed. F-k this was going to be fun, he thought lifting up onto his elbows in order to improve his view.“Oh.” Aislen had realized that the double-sided dildo was for her.Talen’s shoulder shook with his silent laughter as he helped her into the harness and eased her end of the dildo into her.“F-k that’s hot,” Rhett groaned as Talen tightened the harness around her waist. There was something so naughty about Aislen with a c-k, and the leather straps compressing her soft skin, the contrast of white to black and soft to hard… “F-k,” he groaned, and Heath compliantly gripped his c-ck, stroking from base to tip so that he sighed out his pleasure.“Very nice,” Talen approved leaning back to inspect his workmanship. “Who would you like to f-k, little demon?”“Choices, choices,” Aislen’s response was pure devilry.“Me,” Rhett gasped out rolling up to sitting. “I want to try that.”“Why not?” Aislen was amused by his eagerness and by her new accessory, re
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett used the trolley to herd Tabitha and her cameraman away from Cameron and Aislen so that they could make their escape, his vindicative ramming of the reporter’s heels fuelled by the nasty volley of questions she had just thrown at Aislen.“This is assault, Rhett Salem!” Tabitha snarled at him.“Oh, f-k off Tabitha,” he replied. “For a f-king desperate ambulance chasing vulture you are pretty righteous. F-king chasing down a woman who was just shot, and shouting out her personal business… You are slime. The worst type of slime. Just own it and shut the f-k up.”He abandoned the trolley inside the doors of the hospital and trotted across the carpark to where Heath was picking up shards of broken vase and ignoring Tabitha’s attempts to engage him into an interview. Heath surprised Tabitha by passing her the broken pieces. “Throw these away for me, please, like a good girl,” he told her.“Ah, shit, Heath, don’t call her a good girl,” Rhett laughed as he h
Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCameron almost stopped dead. From the corner of his eye, he saw Rhett fumble a vase of flowers that he was loading into his car, the vase shattering with a loud crash as it hit the ground and distracting the reporter and her cameraman.Miscarriage? What miscarriage? And… if Aislen couldn’t have a child… what did that mean for their Triquetra?“I don’t hit women,” Heath growled down at Tabitha. “But you are testing my resolve. Get the f-k away from us, and stay away.”Cameron pulled himself together and crossed the last distance to the Ute, easing Aislen into the passenger seat, and closing the door before turning back to help his Triquetra drive off the reporter and her cameraman. Rhett drove the now empty trolley directly at Tabitha and the cameraman, forcing them backwards, and used it to herd them towards the hospital and away from the Ute.“What the f-k?” Cameron asked Heath in shock. “What the f-k was that?”“Take her to her house, Cam, I’ll meet you