Author's Note: I did not mean for this chapter to come so late. There were a few complications that got in the way, and one those was me loosing the first draft, so I had create this chapter all over again, with little drive or motivation, cause so upset with myself. Well anyways enough about me please enjoy this very short chapter.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHH! Mr. Russo, what the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is going on?" Sallie found herself screaming at the top of her lungs at the sight of her former boss flinging Roger off her.
It had happen so unexpectedly and random that she in a state of panic.
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"Mmmm, she tastes so divine," Roger said to himself as he was engrossed in the kiss Sallie returned. He let the sweetness of the kiss overtake him, and did not realized that another predator was fast approaching.
The moment he was flung off her, he immediately centered all his focus to his very core and shifted into an eagle in mid air, leaving his clothes behind.
He had not the slightest idea on how he will attack his rival but he will do to the best of his ability.
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His anger raged beyond control. He wanted to murder this guy and watch his eyes pop out of the eye sockets as he squeezed the life out of him through his neck.
He was not surprised when the shifter quickly transformed into an eagle. But whatever that thing can transform into he knew for a fact that shifter cannot transform into werewolf hybrid form, so he could easily take this guy
He watched the shifter fly away, retreat, before he turned to stare at his mate giving him a spine numbing look.
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This fucking asshole -- he's got to be kidding me. Who the fuck he think he is, firing me, treat me like complete garbage, worked me like I was some Hebrew slave, and now attacking my date? Who the fuck he think he is? And another thing, how in the hell did he get here in the first place?
I am so sick of this beast bullshit that I want to scream. He has made my life nothing but miserable since the day I stepped onto his compound and what he just did is the final straw that broke the camel's back. I refuse to let this bastard ruin my happiness. For all that is holy, in the great goddess Isis's name, please give me the strength that I so desperately need.'
When she found her inner strength, Sallie felt the divine power the goddess granted her at that very moment
Letting her powers guide her, she stared back at the face that made her life miserable for the last few years, and let the powerful energy flow through her, to her hands, and strike out towards Xavier.
He was hit with such force that he went airborne for a short distance. The power's strike sent him airborne and then he landed on his back with a loud crack. His howls reduced to whimpering that sounded through the air/echoed into the distance.
She sent up a silent thank you to her great goddess, because she knew she would have not been able to conquer her former boss on her own, with her abilities. She needed a small amount of assistance to take down a powerful werewolf like Xavier Salvatore Russo.
She also sent a silent thank you to ViVi Green, a shoe designer, as she slipped off, the five inch high heel black sandals when she slid off the car
When her feet touched the ground, her pace grew determined as intent flourished up from deep inside -- an intent to hurt ... maybe even kill."
As she neared, one step flowing after another in a dance to the music of his short, shallow, hard breaths, while he struggled onto his hands. Every time he rolled to his knees, he collapsed into labored breathing.
When she finally approached the crumbled, immobile human form of her boss, she remembered her thank you to Miss Vi Vi Green, and turned the shoe's heel over to the base of the footing, leaving the spiky sharp five inch heel exposed.
She stared down at him with utter hatred smoldering in her heart, until it rose like bile; she popped in a left foot into his ribs. He grunted through semi-conscious fog.
"Hey asshole ... how does it feel to be pushed around? How does it feel to finally get the shit end of the stick? Huh? You don't have an answer now, do ya? You big bully. And another thing: what were you doing following me, huh? Answer me," she said, giving him another hard kick. This time he let out a more painful grunt.
She bent down to turn him on his back to drive the spiky heel into his face. "You are a real piece of work, you know that? First you treated me like garbage, fire me, and now you are stalking me, and you ruined my date with a decent guy, because you are nothing but a monster that like to see others miserable? What's wrong with you?" She paused for a minute to get a good grip on the shoe and get a good angle. "But you know what? That won't matter anymore, because I am going to put an end to this right now." Sallie finished him off with her heel, but when her heel was just a quarter of an inch away from Xavier, she was suddenly grabbed from behind in a tight grip.
Whoever this person was, their energy came was pure black and smelled of sulfur. She thought it would be another witch that plays with Hodo magic, but this was magic slightly different. This one was demonic.
"Fuck," she said before she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Xavier was in unbearable pain.
His insides burned. Powerful electrical bolts ran though him every millisecond, making jump in shock while in mid air. He recalled the straw that broke the camels' back landing hard on the concrete pavement. Whatever the witch hit him with was something powerful. It left him paralyzed all over with pain. He shifted to his human form hoping that would make things better, but that only made things worse.
He relaxed and wondered if the pain would ever end through his pain, his ears perked at the soft footsteps of his mate coming towards him. He scanned her, but he found himself staring at her bare feet.
The moment she reached him she gave him an earful: All of the things she said to him -- calling him an asshole, asking him how it feels to be pushed around, getting the shit end of the stick, and finally calling him a big bully. He felt her turn him over so they faced each other, and the look in her eyes stunned him. He saw nothing but pain hatred in them -- that and the intent to kill -- as she continued her rant. He smelled the hatred and vengeance that radiated off her in waves, and hear pain the in her voice. He called out for Ermanno, but he did not get a reply.
The moment she bent at her knees to be closer to his side, he took notice of a five inch sharp spiky heel she was holding at the base with the other end accessible for damage. He watched as she raised the shoe inches away from her head, and he felt the inevitable was on it's way, but it did not happen.
Right at the moment she decided to take a swing at his head, assuring him that he would be permanently brain dead, Ermanno was right there.
He watched as Ermanno bear-hug her from behind and simply let his powers do the rest.
She struggled to not let Ermanno's essence overpower her, but she fought fighting a losing battle with Ermanno. Her head finally dropped towards her chest, and her body went limp, dropping the shoes she aiming aimed to kill him with fell to the ground.
"Damn. How did this little lady knock you on your ass, X?"
"Shut up, not now, just help me get off this concrete and use your demon skills to heal me."
"What about the girl? Should I throw her over a bridge, or do you want to kill her yourself?" He examined her unconscious body with a smile. "I, for one, would love to torture this little human." He leered up and down. "Make sure she knows her place in this world ... like all humans should."
"You would not harm her in any way, shape, or form. If you do, I will kill you myself. In fact, put her down -- NOW."
"Oh shit, this is your mate? If she knocked you down on your ass how are you going to tame her? What kind of Alpha would you be if you let your little mate run all over you?"
"Would you shut the hell up and help me up -- and help me do something with her?"
"Fine, but you really need to think things over with your mate."
With a wave of his hand Sallie suddenly vanished out of sight.
"What the hell did you do with her? She better --"
"Calm down cousin, she's fine. I just teleported her back to my bedroom, where she will be locked up safe and sound. No one will bother her, my servants know not to go in my bedroom with out my permission. Now enough about her. Let's get you healed up."
Ermanno bent down, lifting Xavier with such ease by one of his forearms. It did not take long for whatever the witch hit him with to be easily subsided, and for him to get back up on his feet feeling like he did before he got hit with a ton of lighting.
"Are you going to tell me what happen now, or am I going have to wait?"
"You are going have to wait 'til later, but until then, be thankful that no one saw us, or if they did, they know better not to report us, and help me get some clothes."
Ermanno rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
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Roger had no idea how he was going to back his revenge on the werewolf. Not only did he have to figure out get his revenge, he also had to get back to the woman he courted
He really did not mean to fly away like he did, but he had no other alternative.
He had no idea how to defeat a werewolf in its or his warrior form, and he had no idea what animal he could shift into that was bigger than a werewolf, that he physically saw and could duplicate.
He watched everything unfold before his very eyes from a far distance. One moment, excitement came over him when he saw Sallie blasted the werewolf on his ass, and within that same moment, he felt his heart leap into his throat at the sight of Sallie aiming her high heel to kill the werewolf. In the nick of time, another wolf grabbed her from her behind, and everything went downhill from there.
He sat there and watched as this new were.put Sallie under a sleeping spell of some kind, and then in less than five seconds, with a wave of his hand, she was gone into thin air.
It didn't take long for Roger to put two and two together when he sniffed the air to find brimstone radiating off the second werewolf. Demon blood. He has to be a half-breed.
