George circled the vampire before him with an eagerness he hadn't felt in years. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he surveyed his opponent with a technical eye. He heard the loud laugh from Karl as his friend took on the remaining party of vampires. His growl and the sound of breaking bone was enough to get George's blood pumping.
He struck with a definite aim, hitting his attacker in quick concession to the face. The sound of his teeth smacking into his jaw was enough to spur George on. He attacked the mid riff, the kidneys. His attacker was slower than he expected. George suspected he was newly turned, his eye were still the blood red with rage as he attempted to defend himself. George pre-empted his moves with ease, after years of reading and learning defence against super naturals in his teens he surprised himself that the skills had never left him.
Karl let out a booming laugh as he squashed the vampires arm in his hand. The sound of crunching bone was so satisfying. He threw the vampire towards the tree ahead and watched with a smirk as he bowed in two as his spine cracked against the bark, the limp body of the vampire curling around the tree like a blanket. The creature dropped to the floor and let out an anguishing cry.
Karl almost missed the third of the party, this one was a sneaky bastard, He'd stood to the shadows of the woodland watching Karl and George with an increased intensity. He stepped forward and kicked his companion with the tip of his boot. Karl observed with a mild interest. It was then he noticed what the tip of the boot was made from. The sliver shone in the morning light like a beacon.
He stood around the same height as Karl his hair the colour of night sky, black with a simmer of blue. His eyes black like the night, he was old but not so old that his eyes had not yet reverted back to the human colour that occurred with the older vampires. He pulled a pair of leather gloves from his pocket and methodically pulled them onto each hand. Karl glanced at George who appeared to be handling his own and returned his attention to the remaining vampire.
'I like the creatures I kill to know my name.' He spoke with a smooth intensity that made the hairs on the back of Karl's neck raise in warning. He could feel the wolf pace in his mind. The need to feel the cool porcelain skin between his teeth and tear at flesh was almost unbearable. Karl took a deep breath and watched him pull each finger into the gloves with procession. The vampire smelled of herbs and surprisingly the sea. He had travelled far for Alistair. Karl flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders.
With the gloves in place, an elegant twist of the body took off the vampire's coat in a whoosh of action so practised it looked perfected. The vampire wore a vest and leather waist coat that clung to his body like a second skin, along his pale arm where intricate design in a tribal tribute. He bowed to Karl and stood with a smirk.
'I am Malek, now wolf we dance.'
Karl heard a cry of pain as he started the dance with the vampire. He heard George grunt in frustration and a splatter of blood on his arm. From the smell of it, it did not belong to his friend. He looked to the vampire Malek and so it began.
Karl struck and was rebuffed as the vampire gracefully danced away. Karl repeated this move over and over going for the heart to lure the vampire into the false sense of brawn over brains. The vampire fell into the trap easily, laughter and landing taps to Karl's back and kidneys. Karl let out a grunt as a roundhouse kick hit his arm and the sliver brushed against his skin. The sliver didn't affect his skin but something about this vampire suggested he used it to hunt his own.
Karl lunged and hit his opponent in the face, sending his head snapping back with a crunch, his nose clearly broken as blood trickled from the wound. Malek stuck out his tongue and licked the excess from his upper lip.
'Very good wolf.' He smiled.
'I try my best' Karl answered as he stuck again going for the vampires legs in a sweeping gesture. This move was anticipated as the vampire leap onto Karls back and sank his fangs into his shoulder. Karl let out a shout and flung the vampire off, taking with him a chunk of his shoulder.
'I do love fast food.' Malek smiled with blood stained teeth.
'You better enjoy that, it'll be the last of my blood you taste this day.' Karl could feel his eyes shifting, the wolf raising to the surface in protection mode. His skin felt tight and he could feel the growl reverberating in his throat.
Malek fell into a low crouch awaiting the attack. Only Karl didn't move. He stood his eyes fixed on his target and he let his spiritual body flow over him in a rush of heat. He could have changed, let the physical side of the wolf bound forward and let all hell break loose but after this was over he needed his mind sharp and as much energy as he could muster.
The light surrounding Karl always amazed George. It was very rarely Karl called upon his Alpha side in a fight to gain control. The men who worked for him followed him with loyalty earned in the field but this side of himself was normally reserved for pack business. The mists of blue and green surrounded his friend and bathed the area in an unearthly glow.
The vampire Makel stood in awe and so Karl struck. He moved with a superhuman speed as the illusion of himself in the mist created the distraction. He lifted Makel with the ease of a wolf pup and bent him in half, pulling an inhuman cry from the vampire's mouth and the sound of things popping the wrong way.
Karl threw the man into the air and his face contorted into the face of the wolf, he caught the vampire around the ribs and sank his teeth deep, ragging the vampire's body from side to side like a dogs chew toy. The blood flowing into his mouth tasted old and clinical like it had come from a blood bank not a donor. Karl paused and dropped the vampire to the floor. His hand shifted into a claw as the vampire before him gurgled on the blood filling his mouth.
He bent and clasped his claw around Makel's neck, lifting the vampire from the floor. He spoke around his muzzled more wolf than man.
'You don't feed from the vain do you?' Karl asked in a growl.
'It...It is not...what I...was taught.' Makel gasped around the blood filling his mouth and the air leaving his lungs.
'I don't know why you are working for the parasite Alistair, but I will offer you a reprieve if you swear loyalty to me.'
Makel wiggled and Karl closed his claws further, drawing droplets of blood from the pale skin of his neck. 'What...do I get...in return?' Makel questioned in spurts.
'You Life.' Karl's response was given with a finality, 'We need to get into the castle ahead. Get us in and I will let you leave. Let it be know if you betray me, I will pass your scent to every pack within a thousand miles.' Karl smiled revealing large incisors 'And rest assured Oakland pack's contacts spread far and wide.'
'I cannot...' Makel gasped, 'Blood sworn to...the Master.'
'So be it.' Karl released his hold. Before Makel's feet could touch the grass beneath them, Karl grabbed his head savagely and snapped his neck. The sound of it echoing through the woodland around them. As his lifeless body fell to the floor, Karl met George's eyes.
'I could have used him, trained him to our ways.' Karl said as he wiped his arm on the vampire's coat.
George walked towards him and grasped his shoulder. 'His life would not have been his own my friend, he was linked to Alistair. Only death or Alistair's agreement would have broken the bond and I doubt Alistair would have let him walk away, he had skills.'
George lifted Claudia from the floor, she didn't struggle or protest just excepted the fact. Her eyes were firmly planted on Karl as he heaped the bodies together and pulled the lighter from his pocket. He said a silent prayer and lit the vampire's jacket. It ignited quickly, Karl turned and began following George towards the castle ahead.
**
Jensen stood in the shower letting the hot water wash away the confines of the train and the smell of too many people in one place. He heard the bathroom door open and close quickly and turned his head slightly as Alex opened the shower door and stepped inside. She rubbed her hands up his chest and placed her head against his back. They stood there together for a few moments as the water cascaded down on them both.
Jensen took the soap and passed it to Alex, she started to wash and he watched intently. Washing himself with the miniature shower gel the hotel provided. Too distracted, he stopped and watched the rise and fall of her chest. The way her arms flexed as she lathered each arm. She bent over and washed each leg with the same methodical approach. Jensen ran his hand down her arched back. He felt the slightest kiss on his thigh as she signalled she was straightening up.
'Hi' she smiled and kissed his chin.
'Hi beautiful.' He touched her cheek and ran a hand over her wet hair. 'Where's Claude?'
'Having tea and scones with the landlady
, quite the ladies man your uncle.'
Alex lathered up her hands and ran them over Jensen's chest and down circling his belly button with his finger. She repeated the lathering and ran her hands across his back while remaining against his front. Jensen sighed with contentment as her breasts pressed against his chest. She playfully rubbed his arse cheeks and slapped each one in turn. Jensen felt himself hardening against her leg and smiled down at her.
'You are playing with fire little one.' He chuckled as she stuck out her lip and gave him puppy dog eyes. He enjoyed the feeling, the feeling of loving her. The playfulness with no real purpose other than to make him smile or make him burn.
'I want to...here.' Alex smoothed her hand over the tiles of the shower stall.
'A little cold against the tiles beautiful.' He moved from side to side, slowly rubbing himself against her.
'You keep me warm though won't you?'
Alex asked with a smile, pushing her hands between them. Jensen gasped at the cool sensation of her hand against his cock. The cool of the tile lingered on her flesh.
He cursed and tensed as she teased him, slowly stroking and then swirling her hand around the head of his cock. He bucked and had to catch himself otherwise it would be over too soon.
Alex stood on her tip tops and spoke into his ear as the water continued to hit his lower back. 'If you let go, I'll let you return the favour.'
She moved back and continued to tease him. Her second hand now joined the first to manipulate his balls as she played.
'Alex, I'd return the favour anyway.' He watched her and bucked in her hand, she squeezed him slightly and he felt the urge to release subside. She started her torture again, this time she bent and added her tongue to the action. Jensen cried out and slapped his hand against the tile. Every time he
felt the need raising, Alex predicted and slowed her actions.
