(You will see this story is a bit more fun as you read on.)(I almost immediately started working on this one when I wrote the last word of my naga ending. Though the chapter left a severely bad taste in my mouth I love to write and I will not dwell on that bad ending I refuse to give up on my writing dagnabbit.
If you need a mental picture for this story's location, imagine the country side of Texas, the run down half of any state that lacks development and has mostly grass surrounding small shops, New York and a bit of Florida all thrown together in a blender.
!!!!!!I just want to note this is not a family taboo story, I simply have many of the main characters refer to each other as brother and sister. Like siblings of war who have fought together just wanted to make that clear.!!!!!!
This story is not like my other stories where I tried my best to add in twists as I saw fit to make each story unique in some way. So if you are one of the readers I have lured to the dark side I think you'll be pleased with the little differences thrown in here and there.
One last thing, I have twisted the creatures you're about to read about so if they aren't what you're use to and you do not like them being changed around you shouldn't read this story.) (Feel free to skip to the bottom of the last page to see the reference list for this chapter.)
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"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Melody screamed.
The large man turned to face her, he held a steel pipe and was about to go after a poor dog. It was very late and the three stood in the alley way of Celarion City. Unlike most cities there were not any windows leading to the alley ways the fire escapes were placed near the front. It made it more difficult for people to break into apartments because they couldn't just slip into the alley blocked from view thanks to other pedestrians. The man looked more startled than pissed off, he raised the pipe intending to kill the witness. The dog sunk his teeth into the man's ankle, he came down hard and when the dog came out of the shadows she could see it completely.
He was an abnormally large dog to a person who didn't know any better the top of his head came to her breasts. Of course she knew it wasn't an average dog, but a werewolf, there were lots of them in the country side but it was odd to see one alone in the city. Despite his large size it was clear his wounds were the reason he had become such an easy target. His fur was white and mostly stained with dirt and blood, she kicked his attacker repeatedly between the legs and motioned for the wolf to follow her.
Seeing that his options included either an embarrassing death or alone time with a beautiful woman he followed her. He knew he would regret pushing himself but did so anyways, that bastard would only be stunned for so long.
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As they reached her apartment building Melody was silently hoping that Luis was the security guard on duty. He usually fell asleep about now, and she wasn't exactly sure her friend was in the mood to play a thousand and one questions with Gretchen. She spotted Luis and relaxed, though she had no way of knowing this would happen she was glad she had picked the building with the double wide elevator.
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Drake collapsed on her dark brown carpet trying to catch his breath, he watched her move to the kitchen when she returned with a bowl of water with a towel in it he shook his head. When she got close she saw the light reflecting off of something on his neck, pushing the fur out of the way she saw how he had been weakened. It was a shock collar specially made for werewolves. It stopped them from using their powers in any way and they couldn't take their human form with it on. Seeing that his eyes were dilated she knew he'd been shocked multiple times already and she would probably kill him if she put too much water on him.
She set the bowl down and darted into her bedroom, when she returned she came out with a little spell book. He made a face, it would look like a grimace to some, but she knew he was relieved. The werewolves had always allied with witches and vampires, some say the first witch befriended the first vampire while they nursed a werewolf back to health. Other's say that they banded together against various demons and evil spirits for the right to large chunks of land. By now no one is really sure which version is true or if there is an entirely different version but they are all old races and friendship that can last several millenniums and then some just has to be worth keeping.
What they fought against was a secret to humans, but it was important for them to know their history as best they could.
She flipped through the pages, when she found the proper spell and cast it over the collar, it fizzed and snapped. He coughed as it's removal sent shivers up his spine, as powerful as the collars were, the effects ended fairly quickly. Though because he was injured his powers would be limited for a couple of days. He wasn't very fond of the idea but would get over it.
'Thank you......sister.....'
She smiled as he sent his thoughts to her and nodded, she closed the book and went to grab a second a bowl of water for him to drink while she worked on his wounds. Melody was a fair skinned beauty, with a few freckles dusting her cheeks, her long curly red hair fell to her back and partially covered a set of sea blue eyes. She was a curvy and petite, just the type of woman Drake preferred.
"What is your name brother?"
'Drake....and yours?'
"It's Melody."
'Beautiful...'
She blushed at the whispered compliment as she continued working on his wounds, truthfully she could just heal him with a spell or two. However she was a young witch and when she tried that the wounds weren't always fully healed. however it wasn't like he needed her too, with the collar gone his powers would come back and he could heal himself a lot faster.
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"Who put that vessen on you?"
'I don't know, there was a strong scent of lemon in the air just before it was put on me.'
Something about the smell of lemons was over powering for wolves, kind of like how chopping onions makes one's eyes water. Older wolves who have gotten use to the scent can handle it in small doses.
She cocked her head as he moved to shift, she got up and grabbed a blanket she tossed it over him knowing he would be naked when his change was done. She walked into her guest bedroom, taking a second to admire the green and black color scheme before she took out a pair of pants and a sweater that belonged to her brother. Whenever he visited he left something over. It could be by accident or he could be slowly trying to move in so he can guard his baby sister. Julian was lovable but too over protective for his own good.
She peeked out the room at him and her eyes widened a little. Drake was a poster boy for sex on legs, his lightly tanned body was toned, he had various tattoos, his silky platinum blond hair fell down his back and pooled behind him on the floor. When he turned she could see the small goatee and neatly trimmed mustache, coupled with a perfect nose and those beautiful green eyes of his. She blushed and walked over to hand the clothes to him, he thanked her again before getting dressed.
She sat with him on the couch and raised an eyebrow when she noticed his neatly trimmed fangs. Most wolves had jaggedly cut fangs.
"You're a hybrid?"
He nodded, the air around him sizzled a little as his powers circulated through his body to work on the worst of the damage.
"But you're a were....don't you need more blood than the average vampire?"
He shrugged.
"Depends on how long it's been since I last fed."
She nodded.
"Do you need some...?"
He stared at her.
"Do you mind?"
She shook her head and pushed her hair off of her shoulders, he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close before he bit her neck. She moaned, something about the fangs of any vampire, it was as if they had minds of their own and knew exactly what nerves to hit to drive you wild. Her eyes fluttered closed, Drake growled slightly feeling her hands in his hair. He pulled away as he smelled the sweet honey scent of arousal, he hardened but remembered his manners. You just didn't take a meal and a fuck from a woman on the same night, no matter how tempting it may be.
Even with the venom of the average vampire decorating his fangs, Melody was not in danger of changing. While witches and warlocks were mostly human, the magic that ran through them altered their blood. This prevented them from changing due to a bite, and made it easy for the older vampires who needed more blood than food to survive. Their blood was also higher quality, regular human donors were sought out in emergency situations.
He licked the wound and watched it slowly heal then licked his lips she fell into a daze before sleep took over. He rested her against the couch, her blood was sweet, very sweet. He resisted the urge to howl he didn't want her neighbors calling the cops, his body shivered as it worked to commit her taste to memory. In one attack when he thought he was truly done for he'd been saved by the one woman he never thought he'd find; his mate.
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The next morning she came out of her little daze and found him leaning against the wall legs and arms crossed his head facing down. She stretched and pushed herself into a sitting position.
"Drake, did you sleep OK?"
When he didn't respond she got up and walked over, he was sound asleep. She lifted up his shirt to see the effect her blood had on him. Glancing over the bandages and saw that he was healing even faster than she hoped he would. She could see that he wasn't badly bruised so it was obvious his attacker, whoever he had been, had not gotten to use the pipe before she grabbed his attention.
"See something you like?" he mumbled.
