After a failed search with a tipsy friend that kept mumbling about werewolves, Debra's patience had worn thin. As far as she could tell Bobby was long gone and had most likely chickened out after having seen some of the oddities that some of the rooms contained. The house was lavishly decorated though the contents of the décor she found to be most unsavory. The Green House was very shadowy on the inside decorated with darkly gothic colors and sinister ornamentation. In most of the rooms where human skulls with candles melting on them and in one of the rooms was an actual guillotine.
It wasn't like bobby to just leave them without so much as a text. To make matters worse if he had actually left he would have taken his car with him. It was possible that he was waiting for them in the car; but if that was the case why hadn't he attempted to reach them by phone? He had better be waiting in the car with a dead cell phone, thought Debra angrily.
Debra had started to feel drained and it was a bit of a struggle to keep focused for very long. She was starting to exhibit signs of mental fatigue and felt sedated by something that the house was giving off. She didn't know what was causing this but she did recognize that and knew they needed to get out of the house fast. Marcy on the other hand seemed unnaturally complacent in confines of the morbid houses surroundings.
"We are leaving now?" asked Marcy absent mindedly as they walked back to the first room that they had come in from the ladder from.
Debra forced herself to focus and said with an irritated air about her, "Yes, Bobby is obviously not here and I'm sick of this place."
As they made their way back into the first room sudden panic started to spread into Debra's mind. The window that they had come in from had bars that had not been there before.
"What, no!" Debra exclaimed running to the window to investigate the new dilemma. The bars had come from the top of the window sill or bottom and had obviously been built to keep people out Debra decided.
Marcy spoke up sleepily, "I guess we are stuck here for the night, I bet the bars go away in the morning."
"That's just fucking great Marcy!" Debra exclaimed her eyes growing wide with anger. "I'm sick to death with your stupid ideas and all of your trouble!"
Marcy watched her vacantly with a tinge of guilt creeping into her conscious mind. Marcy smiled calmly, "Look I'm sure the front door works."
Debra glared at her, "Then the locals see us walking out the front door after obviously breaking and entering? I said from the start that this was a bad idea..."
***
The dreamy eyed beauty and her new lover were curled up together in each other's arms. Time was passing slowly for them as they lay under a blanket, snuggling on a bean bag together. Mallory buried her head into Bobby's neck as she was snuggling in his lap. Bobby stroked her thick wavy hair affectionately loving the feel of her soft sensuous lips as they kissed the nape of his neck possessively.
The moon would soon be rising, and they would soon be forced to change. Bobby was going to learn soon what he had become a part of, and what it really meant to be Mallory's life mate. Mallory had infected him with her bite, and the curse had spread fast in his young body. He was one with Mallory now, and he belonged to Rainfall Hills as her man. Bobby was abandoning everything for her, and this meant a lot, but she was all that mattered to him now. Since having seduced and infecting him, Mallory had become his every reason for being. Bobby hadn't lost his ability to think freely, but in his mind he knew that he was helpless to Mallory's love. He now existed for her and her only; everything else came last.
"Bobby, you are mine now," Mallory spoke in a pacifyingly affectionate voice full of love and compassion, "and I am yours."
Bobby made an affectionate whine as he pulled her tightly into a very warm hug. Mallory moaned softly with the deepest of love, taking in his lavish affections hungrily. She loved the tender love that her new mate had so quickly become enthralled with, and was overwhelmed to have that love again, so soon. Bobby and Mallory's love only grew with increasing power as they continued to soak in each other's affections. To the new couple they were all that mattered in the world now. The very thought of ever leaving each other's company for even an instant would hurt them both enough to bring a deep sadness. They were fast addicted to each other's love and it was something that could never be broken now.
Bobby was still in the thrall of her spell and was helpless but to love her, though it would soon become permanent after his first change. Mallory on the other hand didn't need anything to need this every bit as much as Bobby now did. Her previous life mate had been killed by some religious quacks that had figured out about his curse. Mallory was the epitome of the broken hearted widow, in the desperate need of love and affection.
***
Mallory and her husband Jacob had been sweethearts ever since grade school. They had loved each other very intimately and were in each other's arms more often than not. She was utterly devastated about losing him, and had nearly broken when it had happened. The love that they had for each other could never be sated, and they both required many long hours together each day. Mallory was heartbroken, and an emotional mess, looking for anything that could help her with the suffering that she was enduring.
Almost immediately she had sought help from one of her friends in the community. It was Lady Anne Krupp that she had gone to. Lady Anne being a woman with very powerful psychic abilities, had looked deeply into her future. After consulting the spirits Lady Anne had discovered some interesting possible developments. She had discovered and told her that she could have a new mate almost immediately. Mallory had not thought about the idea of taking a new mate, and was a bit hesitant at the idea so soon after Jakes death. Lady Anne then assured her that her new mate would love her unconditionally. She assured Mallory that he would love her with the purest and most affectionate love that she would ever know, and that they would always be in the highest spirits together.
Mallory was a very gentle hearted woman, and desperately needed such affections. In truth despite being a werewolf, she was really a woman with one of the gentlest of souls. Mallory was tender to anyone that had the pleasure to interact with her, and was seldom known to ever have a mean bone in her soft little dainty body. So when Lady Anne told her about Bobby Reed, and the new wonderful love that they would have for each other, she soon found herself obsessing over him. Once the conditions were described about what must take place when he was to stumble into her life, she was only too eager to accept them.
