??A Howl In The Night??
?She’s mine?
?From Novel r0m@n�
?Chapter 25?
?Runaways?
Our feet pound onto the dirt in perfect unison, each of us in sync with each other. Danae is next to me, having to take two strides for my every one, and Ray is on my other side. I can’t even see Xavier past Ray’s form, but I can s-en-se his pres£nce. His enchanting smell always tends to weave its way to my nose. It is so strong that it almost makes me fall out of step, invoking sorrow and regret throu-gh my blood. I can s-en-se his anger, his frustration pounding against my defenses.
I shake my mind from him, focusing at the scene before us. An endless expanse of trees is ahead, ma-king me wonder when it will end and I will finally get an unobstructed view of the thun-dering sky again. We are moving considerably slower than usual, since Danae and I are dragging the two werewolves down. I can tell this speed is bothering Ray, a frown gracing his features. He seems to be afraid as well as angry, fright in his expression.
For some reason, I can’t bring myself to possess that same emotion. For how am I supposed to be afraid of an invisible attacker that I have never seen before? Every step we take is one step farther away from the enemy, but how do we know the enemy is chasing us in the first place? I know this unseen villain is a threat, and I realize that we must run. However, I do not get the familiar feeling that I am running for my life, that all the stakes rest upon our ability to evade this problem. For some reason, it almost feels like a game.
So it is no wonder that I am not putting all of my effort into my actions.
In addition to my laziness, Danae seemed to be breathing heavily as she runs, sweat pouring down her tiny b©dy. To keep up with the werewolves and I, she has to work twice as ha-rd as us. I can easily see that she won’t last that much longer. But she is courageously gritting her teeth and continuing without a complaint. I soon realize that she wouldn’t speak a word even if she was on the brink of death.
Minutes stretch into hours, the forest ever continuing. I had no idea it was this big–we must be delving dee-per into the sea of trees instead of trying to escape them. So many questions brim at the edge of myl-ips, then retreat as I unsuccessfully try to break the atmosphere of silence surrounding us all. The tension intimid@t£s me. I am afraid that I may upset our steady rhythm if I utter a single word, and Xavier will be even more furious at me than he alre-ady is.
Every second becomes identical to the next, nothing changing as time sli-ps on. Rain continues to pound at us, fiercely beating at our backs and soaking us to the core. The wind’s sharp claws further accentuate the bitter cold, gripping us and never letting go. It is a nightmare in itself, even my vision growing hazy in the downpour. If not for my silent companions, I would have given up alre-ady, crawling un-der some random tree and sulking.
I narrowly miss a br@nch, swerving un-derneath it with inhuman speed. The sudden movement seems to shock me into reality. I have been in some sort of trance, and this rude awakening also brings about awareness of the pains in my stomach. I glance over at Danae to see that she has almost coll@psed, ba-rely pu-lling herself along. Ray, on the other hand, is ba-rely breaking a sweat, chvgging along even quic-ker than when we started. I as-sume Xavier is in the same condition.
After a few more minutes, the pains grow past my stomach and envelop my whole being. I cannot take this any longer. I cannot abuse myself to this length just to escape the invisible enemy.
“St©p.” My voice is commanding, urgent. I finally pause my feet, and the rest of them come to an abrupt halt as well. Weariness creeps upon me, until I have to hunch over for breath. When I look up, I find Ray, Xavier, and Danae staring at me.
“Danae and I must rest,” I say firmly, speaking the words Danae refused to say. She looks at me with unspoken gratitude. Ray’s face is emotionless, and Xavier’s face is full of fear.
“We can’t st©p now,” Xavier urges, “we must keep going!” His face is devoid of any redness or exertion, only occu-pied by the rain flooding down it.
“Well, can we at least have a bite to eat? I’m starving!” I beg, looking directly into his eyes. I am not afraid of him, even though he is angry at me. My hunger is changing me from an ashamed girl to a br@ve, yet desperate one. “It would also be nice to get some more clothes, or to get un-der some shelter and let them dry. Aren’t you guys cold?”
Shivers ripple throu-gh me as a strong bur-st of wind brushes past my we-t skin. I am sure the two werewolves can s-en-se my vulnerability, but strangely, I don’t care. All that matters to me is to get some food to grace my aching stomach.
“Okay,” Xavier immediately melts after my sad displa-y, his expression still ha-rd as a rock but his tone soft and gentle. I just gaze at his perfect form, missing the affection he used to lavish on me, the affection I hated with all my might. I can tell he is weary of this fighting also, but he is also torn by the sight he saw in the garden. How can I express to him that I can’t have just anyone?
Not that I’m going to start treating him with love if he accepts my apology. I still refuse to fall into that deathly snare of de-sire and pas-sion, even though I can’t think of any reasons for holding back anymore. Myl-ips beg to be t©uçhed by him, my eyes gravitating to him constantly. And his scent… exudes potently strong pheromones that disarms me completely. My entire b©dy wishes to be embr@ced by him, to surrender everything.
“There is a fast food restaurant about a mile from here…” Ray says, checking his phone, “to our right.” He slouches against the tree, water running down his form. I almost forgot it was raining.
Lightning lights up the forest, golden wh!ps of energy igniting the air. Thun-der soon follows, its wail crackling throu-gh the air and hurting my ears.
“Let’s go.” I look into the sky, marveling at its horrendous temper tantrum. “Ray and Xavier, let us get on your backs so we can go there quic-kly.”
Without a word in complaint, they oblige. Ray gets to me first, smiling brightly. “My lady?” he bows, and I laugh at his weird fake accent. Xavier, slightly dismayed, lets Danae clamor onto his back.
Ray shoots me an encouraging smile, then charges throu-gh the forest. It takes a second for my mind to adjust to the speed, but then I am fully alert, looking around. There’s a fast food station only a mile away from here? Is it right in the middle of the forest? So far we have been traveling for almost fifty miles and I still haven’t seen anything.
I cast a quic-k glance at Xavier, which soon grows into a lengthy stare. I admire his muscles, which are bulging as he exerts them. His sparkling blue hair glistens as crystal droplets dance down each strand.
But what bugs me the most is Danae. She is clutching at his back, her youthful features matching his in beauty and gracefulness. For some reason, the way she is hanging on him annoys me. She really nee-ds to get off of him.
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of these thoughts. I can’t be jealous. I will not allow it.
I hvg Ray’s che-st, attempting to delve myself into someone else. To try and see if just anyone really is all I nee-d. However, there is no spark. The warmth is missing from him, and as I pu-ll him close, all I experience is bitter cold. I don’t feel excited, pas-sion not arising between us. Even when I place my head on his back, I cannot hear the thump of his heart. It almost feels like I am ri-ding a horse instead of a h0t werewolf.
Light appears in the distance, finally flooding the forest. When I see it, my heart jumps in my che-st. Deliverance, it seems, is finally here. We will finally see buildings instead of endless green. I wish I will never see another tree again. Maybe it is a wish that will never be fulfilled, but it is still one of my de-epest de-sires at this point.
We are soon swallowed by the light, standing in an old and worn parking lot. It is strewn with gravel, few cars in sight. It seems to be the opposite side of town, on the very outSk-irts.
I slide off Ray, shaking the dust off my clothes and smoothing my hair. Danae follows suit, sweeping her black hair into a loose bun. I can see the wrinkles alre-ady creeping onto her face, multi-plying at an alarming speed. At first, it seems alarming, but now I just look at her with interest.
“Hey,” she glances at her skin with wi-de eyes, “I’m completely dry!” I look at my own b©dy to find that I am dry too, and that the rain has been reduced to a light patter, fizzling away by the second. The dark thun-derclouds are retreating, traveling to wreak havoc on another unlucky town.
“Wow,” I say with incredulity, “If I had known this would happen, I would have asked for you guys to carry us much earlier!” The freezing cold has escaped me also, traveling behind the flock of clouds as they hurry to their destination. I hvg myself with my jacket, delight filling me as warmth enters my b©dy.
“Let’s hurry to the fast food place,” Ray says warningly, “we are still running away, you know.” He seems to be the most worried out of all of us, tapping his feet hesitantly against the gravel. I briefly wonder why he is acting this way, when he is usually so la-id back and relaxed. Creases are in his face, worry afflicting his brow.
Xavier takes one glance at me, and then turns to follow Ray. Danae and I follow them both, still slightly weary from the lengthy run.
“Is this the adventure you wanted, Danae?” I ask her softly, not without a little giggle. She looks at me and shoots me a sm-irk.
“Maybe a little more exhausting than I thought,” she admits, “but for the most p@rt, it is exactly what I wanted.” Her bright smile enchants me, and I admire her ability to hold her head high when she was almost reduced to tears in the forest. If I had not st©pped us, Danae would have fainted within a few minutes. That would have caused endless embarras-sment for her.
We reach the end of the parking lot, staring at the small brick building just beyond it. I can smell the food, lingering just beyond my grasp, beckoning me urgently. It intoxicates me, begs me to taste it. We spend a second staring at the posters of mouthwatering food and drink, and then I bend to my de-sires.
I snatch the credit card out of Ray’s hand, almost running to my highly anticipated destination. I slide throu-gh the doors quic-kly, and then focus on the hvge menu hanging above the cash register. On it is yummy displa-ys of hamburgers, h0t dogs, and chicken f!ngers—all that greasy food that I love.
I edge in line behind three portly men, Xavier and the rest of our group following me. “Do I nee-d to order for you guys or do you want to order on your own?” I ask them, my voice tinged with excitement. I have not been to a fast food restaurant in over ten years, so every action is an exciting adventure to me. It is almost like I am at Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon, my eyes open wi-de as I survey my surroundings.
Xavier looks at my expression and laughs. “It’s okay,” he says, “we can order on our own. If we order together, he might get confused.”
We are now second in line, and my stomach starts to get bu-tterflies. How do I order my food? Is there some sort of special protocol for something like this? The cash register is a pretty cute teenage boy, who looks incredibly bored and tired. Everyone behind him, in the kitchen, is acting the same way. I don’t want to look like an idiot in front of them.
I lean my head towards Danae and whisper, “you go first. I want to see how to order.”
She glances at me, and then lets a tiny giggle escape her. “Okay, Mona,” she agrees, then daintily steps in front of me. Xavier and Ray both shoot me an inquisitive glance, but I ignore them, focusing on my teacher as she steps up to the cash register.
We gave her some heels before she left, but even now she can ba-rely reach the countert©p. The boy has to look down at her, and is soon surprised by her beautiful, adult face. His eyes wi-den slightly, and then quic-kly re-adjust.
“What do you want?” he asks, back into his bored trance.
“I would like a kids meal with fresh fruit and a hamburger,” she says quic-kly, her words polite and fluid. As she speaks, the items she is requesting appears on a small, electronic screen beside the cash register. His hands move in a blur as he plugs in her order with a practiced hand.
“Anything to drink?” he questions, looking at the cash register with a dreary expression.
“A bottled water,” she smiles slightly, then reaches into her pack. quic-kly she pu-lls out a ten dollar bill, handing it to the boy. He quic-kly gives her the change and then her order disappears from the screen. I walk up to the desk, nervousness pumping throu-gh my blood.
“What do you want?” he asks, not looking up. He seems to be pla-ying with a broken key on the cash register, pressing it multi-ple times.
I stare at the menu once again, trying to make up my mind. “Is the h0tdog or the cheeseburger better?” I ask him, staring at the plethora of pictures. He ignores me, just pressing the key over and over again.
Anger surges throu-gh me. “Is the h0tdog or the cheeseburger better?” I ask in a slightly louder voice. He finally looks up, and his expression morphs into surprise once more. He scans me as I stand there, crawling over my face and b©dy.
“I think the cheeseburger is better, honestly,” he says after he recovers, shrugging. He doesn’t look back at the cash register, but keeps his eyes on me.
“Well… then I want the number five super combo.” I continue to look at the menu, my brows furrowed in concentration. “And I also want a full-size house salad and a lemon pie,” I conclude.
His eyebrow rises. “A whole lemon pie or one slice?” he asks suspiciously.
I check my stomach… yup, still grumbling. “Yes, a whole lemon pie,” I confirm.
“Is this just for you?” he asks wonderingly. I smile at him, and the whole kitchen pauses for a mere second, their attention caught. I can’t believe this new appearance of mine can spellbind people so quic-kly, when my old skin did just the opposite.
“I eat a lot,” I laugh, merry pearls of amusement reverberating around the old building.
He pauses for a minute, then smiles back, unable to resist. “What soda would you like with your combo?” he asks, finally looking back at the cash register.
Soda?
“Um, what do you have?” I ask, trying to buy some time. I haven’t had a soda in my whole life! What do they taste like?
“The flavors are right here.” He gestures to a black machine with colorful labels dancing across it. “We have coke, sprite, mellow yellow, fanta, and root beer.”
I peer at each label, utterly confused on what I want. What if I don’t like the flavor I get? Anticipation races throu-gh me.
I give up after a few seconds of contemplation. “Can I just have a milkshake?” I inquire.
“For an extra price, yes.” He nods slightly. He has such pretty eyes, a crystal blue that looks like the sky. I feel myself being drawn into them, marveling at its depth and beauty.
“I want vanilla.” I shake myself out of my trance. He notices that I have been looking at him, and he sm-irks. He opens his mouth to say another word, but then I quic-kly swipe Ray’s card. I don’t want him to hit on me… especially in front of Xavier. Who knows how terrible that would be.
He shuts his mouth, then opens it again. “Do you want any condiments?” he asks, opening a small drawer. I know that’s not what he was going to say only a few seconds ago.
I have no idea what condiments are. Not again…
I cast a quic-k glance at Ray and Xavier behind me, s£nding them my distressed signal. Ray comes up behind me and whispers, “that’s a fancy word for ketchup and mustard.” His h0t breath tickles my ear.
The boy stares at Ray as he comes closer to me, and then shifts slightly to the side to see Xavier. Envy radiates from him as he asks, “Are you with them?” I can tell he is jealous of their stunning looks more than the fact that I am probably the girlfriend of one of them.
“Yes,” I answer him, and then I quic-kly move away. The pounding of my heart slows down as soon as I am away from that cash register, steadiness now entering me. I never knew ordering could be so scary.
“You did well,” Danae smiles at me, magically appearing by my side. I grin briefly, turning to look at her small form. “I could tell you were nervous though,” she wi-nks, and I blus-h.
“Well…” I lean against the wall, looking around the fast food station. Dingy tables and worn out chairs are scattered around the area, the floor dirty and made of old fashioned tile. The walls seem fragile, as if they may crumble to ashes in a few seconds, and the few booths they have are torn and stained. “It is just that I haven’t been to places like this before,” I confess, “I have spent almost my entire life, or what I can remember of it, in the orphanage. Everything outside of it is completely new to me. For me, it is like I have entered a completely different world.”
I wait a little while, watching the way the boy is drooling over Xavier and Ray. His face is full of admiration, studying them intently. Xavier and Ray, however, don’t seem to care, completely ignoring him.
They finish ordering and walk over to us, all attention gravitating to them as the light amplifies their perfect features. Girls that are scattered across the room turn their bodies so they can get an eyeful of pretty boy h0tness. It seems as if everywhere we go they attra-ct way more eyes than they should… it is a little annoying, honestly. Everyone seems to stare at them as if they are aliens–they really do possess an ethereal beauty that is almost unnatural. They all notice, I can tell, that Ray and Xavier are different from everyone else.
“Once we get our food, we nee-d to eat it quic-kly,” Xavier cautions, being careful not to look me in the eye, “we can’t wait for the council to find us.”
“How would they know where to look?” I ask wonderingly.
“All of the council members tend to have excellent s-en-ses of smell,” Ray says, “if they get one item that has our aroma on it, then they can track us like a pack of bloodhounds. Of course, they cannot do that if we are several miles away.”
“Oh,” my eyes grow wi-de, “but then surely they will be able to find something! Especially if they take the mansion… my smell must be on everything I have t©uçhed!”
Ray looks at me, then surveys our surroundings. “It isn’t safe here,” he turns back to us, whispering softly, “we must find another place to finish our conversation.”
Xavier follows suit, examining the premises. “But where can we go that is completely pri-vate?” he expresses his concern.
But I am distracted by something much less serious. A delightful fragrance creeps to my s-en-ses as our food is placed on the counter. “Food!” I squeal with delight, nearly skipping to its location. My tray is hvge, stacked with a full sized pie, salad, and super combo filled with fries. Xavier and Ray’s trays are even bigger because they both ordered two super sized combos. I lift the hvge stack of food, laughing at how easy it is to do so. Before my transformation, I probably would have struggled to carry it.
Danae craftily smiles at us, holding her small meal. “I think I have an idea,” she wi-nks. Gray hairs are alre-ady covering her head, her eyes bright and adventurous.
The eyes follow us as we exit the station, all of us wondering just what Danae has in mind. She leads the way over to the road, navigating around the line of cars waiting to go to the drive throu-gh. Cars whiz by us as we stand right before the highway, eyeing the gleaming shine that radiates off each one.
I li-ck my f!ngers, wanting to savor even the tiniest flavor of greasy fries. Everyone’s attention gravitates to me, Ray immediately laughing.
“You ate all those fries?” he chuckles, staring pointedly at the gigantic, now empty box in my hand. I smile, my teeth shining brightly.
“It was so good,” I laugh also, “I love greasy food.”
“Hey,” Danae advocates, “I ate all of mine too!” We all swivel our heads to Danae’s small, empty kids meal bag. I notice, suddenly, that the bag is decorated with fairies and pixies. It seems to suit her, the more I think about it. One of the black haired fairies on it looks almost identical to her.
We simultaneously roll our eyes at her miniature bag. “As if thats a big feat,” Ray says dryly, causing me to laugh. Xavier just looks at the ground, looking more out-of-it than anything.
“Well anyway,” Danae directs us back to the situation at hand, “what we nee-d to get is a car. Look, just across the highway!”
True enough, a gigantic car dealersh!pis less than a mile away. “Wow,” I comment softly, “that’s a good idea. Why didn’t we drive a car in the first place?”
“Because the council would immediately know we were gone and soon catch up to us with their super speed,” Xavier finally answers, shaking his head, “I don’t know if this is a good plan.”
“But this way we can confuse them!” Danae fiercely defends her idea, “AND we are right here next to the highway. We can go pretty much as fast as we want when we drive it.”
“Let’s try it,” Ray takes our side, “I think all of us are pretty tired from running.” Obviously he is just speaking about both Danae and I, but nevertheless, it is a semi-valid complaint.
“But… how are we going to cross the highway when cars are going so fast?” I ask, looking at the frightening buzz of the usual traffic. Danae’s eyes crease–I can tell she didn’t notice this problem until now.
“Ray! Xavier!” She whirls around and nearly barks their name. “Can you take us across the highway on your backs?”
“I don’t know,” Xavier answers, “we can definitely go throu-gh the traffic unscathed if we were traveling with the general flow of movement. But just Zi-pping across the highway like this? I have no idea. A car might be able to hit us, especially since there are so many of them pas-sing at one time.”
“But what else can we do?” Danae asks fiercely, “are we going to go back into the forest where they can find us?”
I look around the highway, hoping to find some other way we can avoid this problem. However, nothing comes to my mind. For as far as I can see, the highway extends in both directions.
“It’s just what we have to do,” I firmly say, “we have to take the risk if we are to escape the council. We can’t wait any longer, because we don’t have the time to waste.” I can tell they all realize this too by the way they stare at me, then at the road; all with a fierce look.
“Jump on,” Ray directs me, bending down into a crouch. I hastily obey, sneaking a glance at Xavier along the way. He is frowning, Danae sitting on his back peacefully. I can tell he is a little bothered that Ray, once again, gets to carry me.
We stand along the highway, looking for some sort of entrance, a break in the endless line of speeding cars. Danae and Xavier are in front of us, and we are lingering close behind.
Anxiety pounds throu-gh my blood like the beating of a steel drum, heartbeats thre-aded with fear. The initial excitement from doing the unknown has faded into cold-blooded terror. For some reason, it feels as if I am racing to meet my death rather than escaping from it.
“Hey,” Ray notices my nervousness, and smiles. “Why did the werewolves cross the road?”
“I don’t know. You tell me,” I respond, rather irritated. This is not the time for jokes.
“To get to the other side.” He wi-nks, and after one strained moment, I laugh genially. He is smiling as if he just told me the joke of the year, and I can’t help but humor the handsome werewolf.
The laughter seems to loos£n up my insides, to make me feel more relaxed and at ease. I don’t honestly know what to think of Ray anymore. At the very beginning, he was mean and rude, but as time goes on, he seems to be much more plea-sant. Even now, in the face of danger, he tries to cheer me up, noticing my frightened demeanor. He has done many bad things, but for some reason, a small p@rt of me believes him to be a genuinely good guy. Maybe even one I can honestly call my friend.
If only he could get along with Xavier.
Suddenly a break occurs, the line p@rting for a split second. This is the moment.
There is a sudden whoosh of air, and everything around me blurs into a mix of colors, splashing like paints on a canvas. My mind grows dizzy, my head frequently thrû-st back by the violent wind. All I can hear, over and over again, is Xavier’s voice. He is whispering in my ear, the words too soft to make out.
Suddenly there is a b!ow, knocking the breath out of me. I feel myself flying, as if I have suddenly grown wings. My head hurts terribly, the beats of my heart overcoming me. I am thinking of nothing. I am nothing.
Until a pair of strong arms encircle me, holding me close to a warm b©dy. With it comes peace, settling over me like a thick blanket. After a few seconds, my eyes gradually open, trying to focus on the brightness around me.
“Xavier?” I ask softly, as the blurry face before me sharpens.
“I’m right here,” he comforts me, holding me close. I sit up in his arms, looking around. The first thing I notice is that we are on the other side of the road.
The second thing I notice is Ray, sprawled out in the muddy gras-s.
“Ray!” I yell, trying to jump out of Xavier’s arms. However, a strong pang of pain graces my left side when I try to move, torturing me with its restraining wh!p. “Whats wrong with me, Xavier?” I ask after the spear of fire retreats from my b©dy.
“You both were hit,” he says, anger flooding his b©dy, “that giant truck over there suddenly had the will to have a sudden bur-st of speed. When it hit you and Ray, it was abruptly st©pped and around five cars crashed into it. Ray let go of you, trying to throw you away from the danger, and I caught you just a few seconds ago. I think your side may be bruised.”
I look at the wreck on the road, marveling at the trouble it has caused. The cars are sprawled across the lane, right behind a mas-sive truck. Police cars are heading up to the action, their lights flashing.
“And all because of us,” I sigh, bringing about another wave of pain. He frowns, staring at the truck.
“No, it was that truck’s fault,” he says firmly, “if it had kept at its normal speed, none of us would have been hit. I hate to say it, but we are lucky that you are converted, because a b!ow like that normally would have killed a human.”
“Is Ray okay?” I question fearfully.
“I think he has pas-sed out,” Xavier responds, distraught at the edge of his voice. We both watch as Danae examines him.
“He was hit from this side.” She rolls up his shi-t, pointing at the mas-s of blood and bruises. “He seems to be healing very quic-kly though. I would say that it will be completely stitched up in a couple of hours, and the only thing left will be the bruises. I’m surprised that he still made his way over here even after he was hit.”
“So he will be alright?” Xavier asks fervently. I can s-en-se that he cares de-eply for his brother, maybe more than he lets anyone know. They seem to share a de-ep bond that not even hate can break.
“Yes,” Danae finalizes, “but we may have to carry him to the car dealersh!p. And look at him! He is covered in mud!”
“We can fix that later,” Xavier says as-suredly, then gestures to my form. “What about her?”
Danae scampers over to us, looking at my left side. “She’s fine. Just some heavy bruises.”
Xavier tries to put me down, looking at me worriedly. “Can you walk?” he asks me. I wo-bble on the first step, but with his help, I walk in a small circle.
“Its good,” I say finally, “I can walk. I just cannot twist my b©dy.”
“Ok,” Xavier smiles, “thats good. I’ll carry Ray then.” He hoists Ray onto his back without complaint or even strain. The car dealersh!pis only a couple hundred feet away, and for a minute, it symbolizes deliverance for me. Deliverance from the burning pain I have whenever I twist my torso.
“What kind of dealersh!pis this?” I inquire to distract myself.
“Pommel,” Xavier immediately answers, “a very expensive type of car.”
“Do we have enough money for something like that?”
He wi-nks at me, saying nothing. We walk in silence to the front of the dealersh!p. I am struck by the dazzling cars surrounding it, all shown in their utmost glory. It feels like I have walked into a sea of brilliance, drowning into the blinding opulence of each car.
“Wow,” I say softly, surveying the vehicles with wonder. Xavier ignores me, walking to the front door with Ray on his back. A man in a suit opens the door for us, his black hair sli-cked to his forehead.
“Good morning,” he says in rich, elegant tone, although his eyes wi-den when he sees Ray. “Does he nee-d to be taken to the emergency room?” the man asks frightfully.
Xavier shakes his head, and the man gets an eyeful of his beautiful blue hair, sparkling as he moves his head. “He just pas-sed out a little earlier and fell in the mud by accident.”
“Oh,” he says in a surprised tone, probably confused by the way Xavier says “pas-sed out” so lightly.
“Which of these cars are the fastest? You have so many of them, beautiful too…” he asks, his words pouring like honey from hisl-ips. I can feel the man instantly falling un-der his spell, and he smiles.
“Yes, they are beautiful,” he agrees, “some of the best cars in the entire world are here.” He leads the way to a certain car, gleaming and slender. It is shiny silver, and only has two car doors. “This is the Pommel Fly 3000. It rides so smooth that it makes the rider feel like they are actually flying.”
I stare at the tiny car with disbelief. Does the man really think we can fit in that thing?
“And this one.” He gestures to the car beside it. This one is a de-ep bronze, ripping with power and beauty. “This is the Pommel Ginger, one of our premium vehicles.”
Xavier stares at the Pommel Ginger, examining it closely. There is not much room in this one either, and it is a convertible. It almost gr-abs too much attention, clearly not for someone that wants to be conspicuous.
“But what is your fastest car?” he finally asks, his voice tinged with annoyance. “These cannot be your best.” It is almost like he is not satisfied with the gorgeous cars before him, as if he is seen much better. The Pommel repres£ntative stares at Xavier for a minute, then smiles.
“You are right, sir. These magnificent beauties are not our best. Come with me.” He walks towards the middle of the giant dealersh!p, smiling. We follow him, Xavier with an expression of dubiousness.
“Here, ladies and gentlemen, is our masterpiece.” He gestures to a ru-by red car that doesn’t seem to scream “I’m rich” or “I’m beautiful”. It is just a plain, attrac-tive four-door vehicle which stuns me with its simplicity.
“This car is the Pommel Fire, the first of its series. We make it so fast, so powerful, that the b©dy can only be this simple without lowering both of those two factors. It is so tough it can run throu-gh a brick wall, and is completely waterproof. It may not be our best looking car, but it is certainly our best performing one-”
“I’ll pay you double the price,” Xavier interrupts, “right now, if you will let me drive it out of here right away. We are in a hurry.”
“Double?!” he says in alarm, “but sir, this car is worth-”
Xavier hands him a debit card. “Now. Hurry.” He seems to be annoyed with the man, and his surprised demeanor. The man takes one more surprised glance at Xavier, then backs off into an office. We wait for a minute, then he returns to us and looks at Xavier with new eyes. With shaking f!ngers, he gives the card back to Xavier.
“Sir, are you a celebrity?” he asks, peering at Xavier closely.
“None of your business,” Xavier answers sharply, then opens the car door. He places Ray in the backseat, then slides in the front. quic-kly we follow suit, noticing Xavier’s urgent behavior.
When the car begins moving, I glance back at the mans face, still gaping.
“Well, that was fast.” I laugh, watching Xavier gradually loos£n as he drives, a smile growing on his features. I can tell that he greatly enjoyed intimid@t!ngthat guy.
I examine the innards of this expensive car, The car is very luxurious on the inside, the seats made with some absolutely amazing material that I can almost sink into. A large t©uçhscreen stretches between Xavier and I, 3D animations dancing across it. For a little while, I amuse myself with that, fiddling with the virtual bu-ttons.
Then I remember how hungry I am and I gr-ab my food and start eating a slice of my lemon pie.
When we enter the highway, the car growls with power, accelerating quic-kly. For one quic-k moment, it feels like I am ri-ding in a rocket instead of a car. Xavier grips the wheel ti-ghtly, the smile getting broader on his handsome features. I laugh once more at his expression, and he turns to look at me. Electricity and pas-sion instantly crackle between us, and for a few seconds, we can not pu-ll away. I feel myself drowning in his green eyes, losing thought of anything else.
Then he shakes his head and turns to face the road, the smile melting off of his features. I quic-kly look to the window, red blossoming to my cheeks.
And then I see the gigantic truck that is still sprawled across its lane, surrounded by two police cars. An officer is talking to the truck driver, a large, heavy-set man wearing ragtag jeans and a t-shi-t.
I catch a glance of red as we zoom past them, my own eyes growing wi-de.
That man… has the eyes of hell.
Shifters just seem to have it out for me. They must be simply unsatisfied with the fact that, while they did seriously wreck my life, they haven’t managed to take it just yet.
I decide to inform Xavier, in case this Shifter appearance has more importance than it seems. “Xavier-”
“Ray’s waking up!” Danae says excitedly, staring at the hump beside her. I twist in my seat to look, watching the mud-splattered Ray rear his head. His hair is sticking in every direction, dirt smeared on his cheeks.
“W-what happened?” he stutters slightly. He puts his hand to his face and wipes off some mud, opening his startling, emerald eyes.
“We got the car,” Xavier upd@t£s Ray emotionlessly, keeping his eyes on the road. A small frown soon graces hisl-ips. He takes a quic-k look at me, then urgently snaps his eyes back to the wheel.
“I see.” Ray examines his surroundings. “Why did I pas-s out?”
“Because you were hit by one?!” I exclaim, twisting to stare at his tanned features with a jesting look.
“Oh… really?” Ray asks abs£ntmindedly, “must have been a pretty big car.” He lifts up his shi-t, looking at the bruises and almost-healed scabs trailing along his b©dy. I can’t help but notice once more how defined his muscles are, with a six pack that looks like it belongs on a b©dy builder.
“It was a truck.”
“That makes s-en-se. No wonder the breath was knocked out of me. If it was a regular car then I wouldn’t have pas-sed out like an idiot.”
Stupid werewolves. They always have to be the best at everything.
“You know,” I interlude, “most people DIE when they are hit by a car.”
“That’s true,” Ray nods his head thoughtfully, “humans are much weaker than the werewolves. But they do have a very good thing about them.”
“Which is what?”
“They are constrained by the goddess of Time. They have purpose in their life. The blessing of Growth graces their morphing bodies,” Ray shrugs, “to me that is worth more than all the money in the world. Werewolves, on the other hand, are frozen forever until the moment when they shatter.”
The atmosphere falls, and silence reigns. Should I tell Xavier about the red eyes, or will I just stir up trouble? Now that I think about it, did that man really have red eyes in the first place, or did I just imagine it?
I look at Xavier once more, open my mouth, and shut it.
Exhaustion creeps in, chilling me to the bone. The seats are so soft and comfortable that it just begs for decent use. After a few minutes, sleep overcomes me like a tidal wave, and I surrender all to the dark night that steals away thought and reason.
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