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Attacks Under the Full Moon (Pope/Werewolves/Open)
Post by lucifersgal666 on Feb 25, 2011 10:20:44 GMT -8
The sun was now hidden behind the soft gray clouds whereas the night before the moon was full and shining like a perfect pearl and it was making hell out of Katie Young’s life. Thirteen hours ago when it was midnight Katie had gone through “The Change” like she did every full moon. It was violent, bloody, and loud and at the end Katie would wake up, not knowing what happened last night. She now lay down on the soft grass, covered in blood, not hers, naked. She was watching the clouds before she realized where she was and what happened. Katie jumped up and looked at the blood, holding back a scream and then looked around to see whom she killed. She gave a sigh of relief when she saw it was just a few bucks. No humans. At least this time, she always thought.
To relax herself Katie closed her deep brown eyes and thought of her daughter, Jenna. She would be six this coming June, in the first grade and probably wearing a pink dress with pigtails. Too girly for Katie’s taste. If Jenna lived with Katie she would be wearing whatever she wanted, even if it was a pink dress with pigtails. But Jenna could never live with Katie, not if this “Curse” continued to happen. Katie had been looking for ways to control herself, she went to meditation classes, drank herbal teas that supposedly soothed the soul. And they musn't of worked or else Katie wouldn't be laying her covered in deer blood.
It was time to go, before someone found her. There had been more hunters now since it was hunting season. Last month Katie woke up with her foot in a trap. She got out of it easily and after had to wait a few moments to heal. It helped to heal but none of the perks of being this would never be greater. Katie slowly stood up and walked out of the forest. The town was small but Katie's backyard was a forest so she just walked through the forest until she got to her home. It took a long fifteen minutes, Katie thought no one saw her and no one would believe that she was actually doing this. Katie then slipped inside, took a long hot shower, washing the blood, mud and anything else that was on her and started to cry.
No one would believe she was doing this either. Crying. Katie changed after her attack. She became solemn, quiet and a bit brooding. She didn't show her feelings because she didn't want anyone to get close. Because if she did then they would get to know the darker side to Katie. "The Beast" as Katie called it. Her werewolf side was dark, vicious and angry. No one could control it and Katie sometimes if she was evil, because of what she changed into. After the fifteen minute shower Katie dried her hair, put it in a ponytail, changed into a white t-shirt and black shorts and headed off to work.
It was a quarter past two in the afternoon when Pope’s chopper brought him rumbling into town. The full moon the previous night meant that he had to camp out in the wilderness; far from any form of civilization so that when the change took him he wouldn’t hurt anybody. It was good to be out, feel the cold night air rush against him as he ran. The smells of earth and water, trees and air; the thrill of the hunt all made Pope feel alive. This change was far different from last months, the whole process felt more natural, sure those events bore the fruit in a friendship he gained but Pope could not sit in a big box when his every instinct was to get out and run and hunt. Yes, there was an undoubted risk in going out into the open. Pope flirted with waking up to corpses of people around him; it was a risk he needed to take. He did everything in his power to avoid hurting others.
After a while Pope got to thinking that maybe it would be better if there was more like them out in the world. What harm would it do really? This life wasn’t a curse; yes it was scary going through the change, painful even but pain could be dealt with, the scary part was that you were alone, always alone and for an animal that has a pack like mentality that does seem to cause a bit of an issue. Both human and wolf were social creatures, but being a mix of the two ironically made you an outcast. He hated to move on, he found a lot of lovely sights in Los Angeles, but it wasn’t in his nature to stay in one place for too long, and during the full moon he need to be out, be free and running.
Such was the path that led Pope here, Colorado. He’d been through here once, lots of open country, mountains, forest. The animal in him loved it here, a place to run and hunt and be free. The human part of him didn’t like the cold. He’d been riding a couple hours, after he bathed himself in a cold stream, dried, and put on fresh clothes he rode till his stomach growled. A small town like this would hopefully have a laundry mat so he could wash his clothes and have fresh gear for the days ahead. Pope saw a diner, quickly he pulled into a parking spot, and dismounted before he headed in to grab some chow, perhaps they could point him in the direction of the wash house.
Post by lucifersgal666 on Mar 7, 2011 15:42:31 GMT -8
Work was hard. The small town of Cottonwood was never usually busy at a diner, but that was usually in the morning. Now it was early afternoon, the men were getting lunch, the women were talking about their kids and how perfect they were and there were a few teens skipping their second class from high school. It sickened Katie, mostly because that's what her life should of been like. Normal.
Usually Katie would be behind the counter, serving sandwiches and drinks and coffee. But now because one of the waitresses quit she had to be a waitress. That usually wasn't a good thing because smells made her crazy. The smell of aftershave, a person's regular skin, it was all because of this horrible Curse. Katie's curse of being a monster.
She just served two very loud women when a very different man walked in. He was tall, about 6'2", dark hair and lightly tanned. He was different because of the way he walked and the way he moved. And most men in Cottanwood were either blonde haired with fat guts or long beards, for the cold days. He was different, Katie tried to put her finger on it but she couldn't. She walked over to him and didn't smile, she didn't feel like it today.
"Booth or counter?" asked Katie, her voice boring and uninteresting, like it was when she was annoyed, angry or just wished someone shot her already.
He had really dark brown eyes, not ash brown or chocolate, almost black and he breathed slowly. Like Katie did. Since Katie's attack and when she got the curse Katie had been able to sense things about people by smelling them. She could smell a man and tell that he had been cheating because he had two types of perfumes on it. Katie took a slight sniff and her senses went crazy. He didn't smell human. He smelled off, like a wolf. Katie was a quick thinker so she instantly realized he was a werewolf. And then the worst thing happened. Her eyes started glowing, she could feel it. Her body felt warm and she felt her heart hammering against her small chest. She groaned and raced out of the diner and into the back alley, where no one could see her.
Pope caught the scent the moment he stepped into the diner, his nostrils flared, pupils dilated, and he swallowed. His eyes danced about the faces of the diner as he drew in a long slow breath, the scent grew stronger as one waitress approached him. The Spaniard stood transfixed for a moment, he watched her and a moment later she caught his scent too. Then a curious thing began to happen, her eyes started glowing. “Dios mio.” (My God.) he thought. Before he had the chance to speak to her, the she-wolf turn and ran out the door he just came in.
Pope’s predatory instinct kicked in and he turned to give chase, one does not simply flee in the face of a predator for whatever reason. To do so gives the impression that they are prey to be hunted down. His unnatural speed and grace meant that he was half a heartbeat behind her when she came to a stop. He came up to her, a low growl in his throat. Pope was barely conscious he was doing it, it was attributed to the lingering effects of the full moon, she being a werewolf, and most importantly, her running. He hadn’t reacted this way to Nakita, of course she didn’t turn tail and bolt either.
A moment later Pope’s sense returned to him and the growl subsided and he took a deep breath. “Tal vez es necesario un cigarrillo después de todo.” (Maybe I do need a cigarette after all.)He thought to himself. He took a couple steps down and crouched resting an arm on his knee while the hand on his other arm absently stroked the stubble on his chin as he stared at her with his dark eyes. This was unprecedented, never before had he ran into two werewolves in consecutive stops, let alone she-wolves. It would stand to reason, there was a vast forest here, good hunting, why wouldn’t there be more like his kind here? It only seemed like a natural fit.
Pope let the silence stand for a lingering moment, just as his silence and staring at her passed into awkwardness he spoke up, his English was understandable but heavily accented with Castilian.
“So, I have met others like us, just never seen any glowing eyes, at least in the day time… I am Pope.”
He stood and extended a hand out to her, keeping his distance and allowing her to approach him. He didn’t want to invade her space again.
Post by lucifersgal666 on Mar 10, 2011 10:03:04 GMT -8
Katie was sitting on the ground, her fingernails dug into her legs, her eyes clenched closed and her breathing heavy. This was the worst thing about to happen ever. She was shifting! Now in the city and she wouldn't be able to stop it. She never could. Chains, locked in a room never worked. Just than she heard a voice, she looked up and saw the other werewolf. This was all his fault! His scent was making her change and now she was going to go on a blood havoc and kill many people. He was just waiting with his hand out to help her.
"P-please... go away," said Katie, "I'll kill you."
She would. Or rather the "Beast" would. It was ugly and angry. It would kill anything. Katie was going to say something else when pain ripped through her whole body, she yelled out and tears fell down her cheek. She looked at her hand, the hand grew black hair and long nails. Katie felt more tears go down her cheeks, her eyes started turning crystal blue.
Pope blinked and took a step back, by her scent he knew what she was, but it was in the middle of the day and she was changing? He wondered how that was even possible, however that thought was quickly overshadowed by the thought of innocent people around him potentially being hurt if a werewolf was loose.
“Dios mio! What the hell lady…” (My God!...)
Pope said in his accented English trying to remain as calm as possible, it was becoming more clear that she wasn’t in full control of her facilities. Pope had super human speed and strength but that would hardly be a match for werewolf. Pope, while not in control of his own beast had flashes of images of what he did while he was turned and it wasn’t pretty. He kept to the forest to minimize the chance that he would go through a murderous rampage tearing into humans and drawing attention to his kind as a whole.
“We need to get you out of here!”
Pope backed away giving her the space she requested but looked up and glanced about at the town, he could see a tree line not too far away, perhaps if she could get there and out into the woods there wouldn’t be any unnecessary deaths.
Post by lucifersgal666 on Apr 26, 2011 8:26:40 GMT -8
Katie slowly got up as pain hit her whole body. She groaned and tried concentrating on not changing, usually it never worked but maybe if there was another werewolf around her she could do it. Pain overthrew her body and then Katie decided to think of her daughter, Jenna. Her good heart and seeing her when Katie could control this, when she could control the Beast. Katie pictured Jenna playing as a child and laughing. Katie didn’t feel anymore pain, she opened her eyes and saw no claws, no hair and she was normal again. She sighed in relief and tiredness. Then she looked at the man standing in front of her. She slowly moved away.
“We should talk,” said Katie, “I guess you’re a… werewolf?”
He didn’t look like a werewolf. Well Katie had never even met another one but she always thought they looked like the werewolves in True Blood. Dirty, a Hell’s Angel, wearing jean vests with no shirt and a mullet. Not a tall and handsome Hispanic man with black hair. She probably would have been scared to even talk to him if she was human and in a bar.
Pope watched the woman curiously, she seemed like she was in a great deal of pain; then after a moment it appeared as if she had collected herself enough to stop the change from occurring. Was this a commonality among werewolves? That they could control when, where, and how they shifted from human to werewolf form? Pope didn’t have much control over his ability to shift, he was subject to the moon’s pull, hell he had only began to remember details of what transpired during his lunar phasing a few years back. Perhaps in time he too could learn to control the shift as others seemingly had.
Pope watched regain her composure, stand and then speak to him. He felt as if she was sizing him up, judging by the look she was giving him he could tell she was weary of him to some degree. Pope offered her his best friendly smile in attempts to disarm her weariness before replying to her in his accented English.
“That I am…”
He held his arms out in a open matter as he stole a glance down at himself before returning his eyes to hers.
“Are you ok? You seemed like you were going to lose it there for a moment.”
Sawyer had sat in her booth sipping her Coke,munching on some fries, and reading a trash romance novel, totally loving it; her jeans and Superman tee-shirt with her iPod made her seem like a normal chick, and it was relaxing. She was on her way out west, and this was just a bit of a stop on the road, but she had a particular fondness for Colorado so she was going to be staying for a couple days and reading some books. She needed a vacation just like anyone else.
The book was just starting to get to the good stuff she noticed something out of the corner of her eye, a man entered, looking nothing like the regular fair that stopped in these joints, and it looked as though the waitress noticed him as well. Her body went stiff. The man looked as if he caught a scent, before the woman dashed off out the back door, the man moved with an inhuman speed and grace as he chased her out the door.
"Ah, son of a bitch," Sawyer muttered as she shut her book and tossed thirty bucks on the table, before grabbing her coat and dashing after them. She still had her gun tucked into her jeans, and a dagger at her ankle should she have need of it, but she wasn't to excited about heading into something where she didn't know exactly what was going to happen.
As she ran through the kitchen the back door she tucked her book into her leather coat pocket and slowed before she hit the door. As she got there she saw the two of them just talking. Something was definitely wrong here, but she couldn't tell what. The man kept his distance from the woman who looked like she was in agony. There were bits of Spanish muttered and a conversation that she couldn't hear all of.
"… werewolf?” what? Sawyer couldn't have heard that right.
“That I am…” he man answered. “Are you ok? You seemed like you were going to lose it there for a moment.” Well, crap. Sawyer thought, there were two werewolves in this back alley, one of whom may or may not have been a hairs edge from turning. Just what she needed. So much for her vacation.
Stepping out of the shadows, Sawyer raised an eyebrow at the two. She really didn't want a fight but she also wasn't going to let anything happen to the people that were around. "Do we have a problem here?" she asked her eyes going from the man to the woman.
Post by lucifersgal666 on Apr 28, 2011 8:52:52 GMT -8
The pain felt like it was still there as Katie brushed back her hair. The man explained how he was also a werewolf. He was definitely different then what she thought werewolves were like. She wondered what he was going to do? Attack her, kidnap her, and make her join a wolf coven? Whatever it was Katie would go down fighting.
“I have to go,” said Katie as she moved past him.
She headed for the exit of the alley when a woman entered the alley and stood in the way. She was human, Katie could tell from the smell, and she looked as if she was choosing whether to kill or not to kill. Katie just stopped and crossed her arms, mimicking the woman.
“Do we have a problem?” asked the woman.
Katie shook her head, “No. I was just talking to my lousy ex-husband.” Nodding to the male werewolf, “He owes me for child support and decided to come all the way from… Barcelona to bother me.”
That was believable as Katie lied, she was good at that. She just hoped that the woman believed her and the guy went along with her. Either that or Katie would have to “explain” that she had a heart attack or something.
Pope cocked an eyebrow as he watched Katie; it was quickly becoming apparent that this girl was loco. She runs at first sight of him, then nearly loses her shit and wolfs out in broad daylight, in the middle of town, before remarkably regaining her composure and needing to talk to him, asking a question she already knew the answer to, then deciding suddenly she had to go, and proclaiming he was an Ex (that part alone gave him a mental chuckle) and owed her child support to another woman! Whatever conviction in her own lie she might have been able to sell was betrayed by the expression of shock, bewilderment, and humor on Pope’s face as he stared down the alley.
His combat training taught him quick threat assessment techniques in identifying new potential threats. Pope’s eyes fell to the woman’s hands looking for any weapons, his gaze shifted to take whole body into consideration; she definitely looked like a woman who could handle herself, her leather coat could conceal any number of weapons. Judging by what he could see of Katie’s posture she was intent on selling her story. Pope simply shrugged and shook his head as he turned to head back inside, he could tell from their brief encounter that the girl would be nothing but trouble.
The growl of his stomach reminded him of why he stopped here in the first place. Washing his hands of the girl, Pope returned to the diner and took a seat at the counter and ordered a plate with a large portion, and an ice tea. He focused on his breathing, attempting to calm down from the audacity the girl showed. Let her peddle whatever lies she needs to sell, Pope would have no part of it. All he wanted was some chow, do a load of wash and be out of town before the moon rose again.
They both faced Sawyer and she could see the female scrapping for an excuse. “No. I was just talking to my lousy ex-husband.” she tossed out as she nodded to the male. “He owes me for child support and decided to come all the way from… Barcelona to bother me.” riiiiiiiiight, because if some dude owed you money and was over seas he would come back to fight it out with you in an alley way, Sawyer thought with a roll of her eyes.
Sawyer shifted her gaze to the man who seemed to brush off the entire situation as he headed back down the alley way and back into the building. Making a mental note to talk to the guy, she turned her attention back to the woman.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Sawyer starred down the woman. "Listen lady, I know I may look like some college kid, but I can tell you that that situation was anything but a domestic dispute. I am not looking for a fight, but if you don't get your shit together, we will have one. A minor freak out like that could be big trouble for a lot of people and I can't let that happen,"
Straightening up with a roll of her neck. "This was probably a bit of bad luck for you, oh mild mannered waitress with a taste for flesh, seeing as though one of my kind and one of that guy's kind just happened to walk into your diner, but there it is."
Walking closer to the woman, Sawyer smiled. "You have two options here. A) you can collect yourself and finish out your shift and move on with things or b) you can run, and run fast because I will catch you." Sawyer shrugged at her and walked back in to the diner, making eye contact with the man before sitting back in her spot.
Pope glanced up and caught a glance of the woman who had been in the alley just a moment ago entering the diner from the kitchen. This bought a curious look on him and he watched her move. She definitely knew how to handle herself, he could see that by the way she moved. As she sat he watched her reflection from the polished steel of a cooler across from him. He didn’t stare, but stole idle glances at her now and again until the smell of his food was set before him. A heaping portion of hash browns, 3 eggs fried over easy, four strips of bacon, a short stack of pancakes, and a cup of the spiciest salsa they had.
All thought of her vanished as Pope set about to devouring his meal and drink his tea, you had to love diners that served breakfast all day; it really was his favorite meal to eat. He ate in silence, it wasn’t till he was polishing of the last bite of his pancakes did he glance up at the girl again. Downing the last of his tea he reached into his leather jacket and took out a $10 spot. It would cover his meal, drink and tip. Setting it down he asked where the laundry mat was, seemingly it was a block over and down. Nodding his thanks he got up, wiped his mouth off and started walking toward the door. His path took him by the woman’s table.
Carefully he slowed to a stop at a non-threatening distance away and kept his hands where she could see them.
“Her story was bullshit…. Just so you know. I’ve never met the woman before let alone have a child with her.”
His English was good however he had a very pronounced Castilian accent. As he spoke about not having a kid with Katie he sneered slightly in a unconscious manner at the thought but soon regained his composure.
“Just thought I’d let you know…I am not that kind of guy.”
Letting his eyes meet hers for a moment he offered her a nod then proceeded to head toward the door and back out to his bike.
Sawyer kept part of her attention on the man as he ate, her mind not really on her book. When he was finished he tossed some money down and started toward the door, and paused in front of her.
“Her story was bullshit…. Just so you know. I’ve never met the woman before let alone have a child with her. Just thought I’d let you know…I am not that kind of guy." He said in a spanish accent before heading out the door.
Sawyer straightened, then got up and followed him, she had already paid. "Hey," she called as she caught up to him, keeping her manner easy. "I could give a shit if you were that guy or not," putting her hands on her hips and keeping her eyes level with his.
"What I do care about is people getting hurt some dumb-ass Werewolves decide to have a rumble in broad daylight. You can't flaunt what you are in public like that, and expect someone to react." Sawyer, wasn't sure if weres' were bad guys or just like people some good some bad, but she did know that flesh was a big part of their diet and that they could cause a lot of problems for Joe Schmoe down the street.
"So my question for you, senor whatever your name is, is this going to be a problem? Territory and what not? Hell a demented mating dance, that I will have to turn the hoes on?"
Pope turned to face the girl as she followed him out, he did his best to keep the smug smirk off his face as she spoke. She was a humorous one, he half wondered if she talked out of her ass all the time or maybe she actually took a moment to figure out what was going on before jumping to conclusions. He waited for her to finish up her tough girl act, letting a moment of silence hang until he made sure she was all the way done. Americans were fond of making their threats.
“Pope… My name is Pope.”
He finally said turning his back on her and throwing a leg over his chopper. He settled himself in the seat and reached into the pocket and produced his keys.
“Do you always open your mouth before knowing the facts? I just came to get a bite to eat and do some laundry… The girl is the one who nearly lost it. Go pester her with your idle threats girl….”
He waved a hand in a dismissive “shoo’ing” gesture as he slipped the key into to its home and twisted it before kicking his big to life. The chopper rumbled and he looked into her eyes daringly. He didn’t come to start trouble, but if he was going to be pushed he wouldn’t back down either. He didn’t need to wolf out to be a threat.