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Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on Apr 14, 2013 17:09:37 GMT -5
It was a beautiful night for a walk. Leaving the bookstore, Chantelle Harper was glad she'd decided to lock up early for once and take an evening out for herself. The moon was not quiet full in the midnight sky and a soft night breeze floated all around her. Smiling to herself, she let her wandering pace take her a few blocks over to the park and then through it as she enjoyed the late summer evening. It was something she rarely did because she was ever fearful of meeting someone or something that would trigger her little "furry problem". The very idea of turning into her feline counterpart in front of a regular Joe was enough to detour any unneeded interaction.
At least, for the time being. Until she could find something or someone to break the stupid thing that nobody else seemed able to.
Mood dimming a bit at THAT little thought, Tellie sighed and was just about to reach into her pocket to pull out her IPOD when a funny noise caught her attention. Frowning a bit, she glanced into the shadows even as the sound came again. What on earth was it? she asked herself even as she was pulled towards where she thought she heard it. A moan? A groan? Was someone hurt or maybe in trouble? Should she investigate or run for help? What if it was something completely innocent and she bothered a nice cop for nothing? She'd be embarrassed yet again.
Nope, this time she was on her own and she couldn't walk away till she found out what was going on.
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Apr 15, 2013 9:51:05 GMT -5
The nightmares were always the same. Sure, there were a few different ones, but it didn't matter because they all played out exactly the same way behind his closed lids.
He was just a mop-haired little boy that could still see out of both eyes. As usual, he'd been trying to shake his mama awake from her sloppy slumber on the couch, but like always it was futile. He still loved her more than the moon though. The little boy pried the cigarette butt from between her bony, red painted fingers and covered her with the starched comforter from his cot.
The hotel room was covered in shadows even though the clock said it was well past noon. The heavy curtains were perpetually pulled shut and his mama didn't ever set an alarm. She woke up whenever her hang-over was wearing off, and no matter what time it was, she started working on another one. Little Jamie hadn't eaten since...well...sometime yesterday. Boy, did his stomach hurt. And it was making noise again and THAT was gonna' wake mama up. He knew how to use the microwave on the dresser and there was one more bag of popcorn in the drawer...but that was too loud and again, he didn't want to wake up the woman snoozing on the sofa. A heavy sigh. And rubbing his nose raw, even though it wasn't running. At least a nose bleed would distract him from his rumbling tummy for a little while.
The door burst open, and bright light shined right in his eyes. Jamie was blinded by it, so he lifted a too-thin arm to block the glare. The man came in, and he had someone with him. A petite woman who was twitching, whom he had by the wrist and was flinging around like a rag doll. It didn't seem like she minded though...she was giggling like the Harlequinn from the Batman cartoon.
'"Get the fuck in the bathroom," the man ordered, and he leapt into movement, but apparently not fast enough.
"I said get the FUCK into the bathroom!" The man grabbed him by the collar of his Spiderman pajamas and lifted him so easily, tossing him into the cold, dark space. Unfortunately his aim wasn't so great. Or maybe the miss had been on purpose. Jamie went head-first into the door jamb and saw stars. This time the nose bleed wasn't going to be from his rubbing.
The little boy landed in a pile and the tears that quickly sprang to his eyes and leaked burned the mess the man had made of his face. His sobs were silent still. As dizzy as his head was the little boy knew crying out loud like a baby would make it so much worse.
Jamie scrambled up on all fours and tried to crawl to the bathtub to get as far away from the man as he could. Reaching up, his fingers brushed something cool and solid and the empty beer bottle fell to the floor with a clatter.
Oh nooooo.... Jamie gasped, and hurried to pick it up. His palm wrapped around the neck, but when the glass tore into the delicate skin, he howled in pain.
"The FUCK you think you're doin' little shit?!" The man kicked him aside with his boot and found what Jamie had been trying to fix. "You gon' try to cut me, boy?! Think you're man enough?!" With that he shoved the broken bottle at him, broken neck toward the little boy...just as Jamie was picking himself up from the dirty tile floor. He didn't feel pain as much as it felt like a fire. The glass caught him right above the brow and then came down. Next sensation was the warm drip and then the cold floor as it met his face. He had passed out from the pain.
Jamie had been tossing and turning on the too-small park bench, and he'd been moaning as the nightmare clawed at him. Instincts made sharper by the animal in him, he'd subconsciously begun to rouse as soon as the female shuffled through the foliage that had been hiding him.
Just as the raven haired female stepped out of the big bushes, Jamie shot upright, his miss-matched eyes wide and his fists balled in front of him.
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on Apr 15, 2013 10:13:20 GMT -5
Curiosity always killed the cat. The thought ran through Chantelle's mind even as she pushed her way through the foliage and then broke through on to yet another small path. With the moonlight breaking down through the tree branches, she spied first the bench and then.. The figure upon it.
Unfortunately though, even as her gaze took the man in, he snapped upright and his hands clenched into fists, giving her the impression he might launch himself at her throat at any moment. This cause a squeak of alarm to rise from her own throat and she back pedaled madly in an attempt to scramble to safety. Only, she forgot about the brush she'd just emerged from and only managed to get herself off centered and fall squarely on her butt when she lost her balance.
"OUCH!" came the cry from her lips as she hit the ground and then sighed. This walk in the park wasn't shaping up to be one of her finer ideas.
Remembering the man on the bench once more, the young woman instantly shifted her attention upwards, half in fear, half in question. Spying him still there, she relaxed a bit before awkwardly getting to her feet. "Um... Hello... Sorry to bother you... I heard something and I was afraid someone needed help. Please excuse me for bothering you..." she spoke out quietly before tilting her head and studying him better. Dark eyes flickered over his face, noting the scar and then his clothing before moving back to his eyes. "You are all right, aren't you? Do you need help?"
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Apr 15, 2013 10:55:17 GMT -5
Funny, the only thing that ever broke the young man were those dreams. Not the constant violence he got himself into at work, not the self-inflicted punishments, hell...not even waking up from a black-out covered in blood and...yeah...whatever else. It was always the nightmares that did him in. If only they really were just nightmares and not flashbacks of things only too real in his head and in his heart.
So of course he awoke on the defensive. He'd always had to sleep with the proverbial one eye open; as a scared youth and now a broken, homeless young man. You never knew what people were going to do when they thought you were busy sawing logs. Tried to do anyway. No one had ever actually followed through with that kind of shit once they got a gander at his meaty fists and that angry, fucked up face.
Just like now. When Jamie's multi-colored, hard stare came into full focus he was surprised at what he saw before him. He never expected to find a squeaking, clumsy waif of a female tap-dancing backwards until she fell into the bush she had just appeared out of like Alice from the rabbit hole. A bum looking for pocket money maybe, or a stray dog sniffing for food. But not her...
Jamie winced as she went down on her ass with a quiet cry, but didn't move to get up or put up his weapons. Guileless as she seemed, you couldn't always judge a person by the way they looked. Delicate and ethereal as they were...
Jamie's face remained a quiet warning to her proximity; brows low over suspiciously narrowed eyes. When the girl stood back up, hands still free of a gun or knife with which to mug him he finally lowered his hands, clinging tightly to the seat of the bench.
The werewolf (that didn't know he was a werewolf) was caught off by her manners, brow lowering even further as his mind drifted to other people using the public park as a bedroom and a toilet. Didn't she know how dangerous it was around here? Their run-in should be proof of that truth.
Jamie's muscles were tightly corded; arms at his sides and the vein in his neck doing it's best to pop free from the skin. Even in the dim light from the not-quite-full moon above and the park lamps that hadn't been broken or blown out, the young man caught the tilt of her head and tracked the path of her gaze across his scar, down his wrinkled clothes and then back up to his ugly mug.
Mental slap in the face. Even if she didn't noticeably cringe, which he was sure she was doing mentally.
Still, her concern caught him off guard as much as her appearance had. He tightened his grip on the front of the bench and dragged his attention away from her, to an empty six-pack on the ground.
"Yeah. Fine." He answered husky, and there was a slow southern drawl behind it.
"You couldn't help me if you wanted..." That last bit was more a whispery growl than a loud announcement, but yeah...it hung in the air as thick as the spring storm gathering in the east.
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on Apr 15, 2013 11:46:03 GMT -5
After it became evident that the young man wasn't going to come up swinging at her, Chantelle let her own guard relax a bit. Chewing on her bottom lip, she glanced around cautiously before she tip toed forward. Keeping her movements as none threatening as possible, the raven haired store owner stepped into the moonlight and then paused. Something about his words made her want to do something to ease whatever burden he carried but she supposed that might actually get her in trouble. He didn't exactly have the look of a dude who took charity easily or he wouldn't' be out here sleeping on a park bench in the middle of the night.
Frowning at that thought, Tellie moved forward a few more steps and ignored the fact that she was in the presence of a strange man who may or may not be some sort of bum who could turn into a serial killer at any moment. She didnt' bat an eye as she paused a few feet from him and then took in the way his fingers clenched on the park bench. Compassion swamped her emotions and she found herself smiling at the obviously disgruntled figure even as she shrugged.
"How do you know I can't help? Maybe I'm your fairy godmother or something sent here in this time and place to ease your plight?" she teased, eyes glinting with her inner playful nature before growing serious once more. "Pardon me for saying but... do you always sleep out here on this bench? Its awfully dangerous you know... you never can tell what might be lurking...."
Suddenly coming to the awareness of just how true that statment might be, the young woman glanced about them and then ran her hands up and down her arms. The night was growing chilly with the fall setting in and she had a sudden case of goosebumps. Turning back to her companion, she licked her lips before continuing.
"Ummmmm.... I own a small bookstore in town... I have some lumpy old couches that have seen better days but...Your welcome to use one if only to stay warm."
Ok, so maybe that was a bit naive of her seeing as she didn't know the man from Adam but Tellie had always had a soft heart. Anyone in distress called to her and what harm was it anyways? There was nothing of real value in the store should he decide to rob her blind and she had dead bolts on her upstairs apartment door. If he needed a place to stay.....
Turning her dark eyes back to him, she studied his scarred features and the tense way he held himself. Reminding herself that most males took exception to anyone offering them a free hand out, she shrugged.
"If you wanted too, you would be doing me a favor.. I need someone to do some heavy lifting for me from time to time.. We could take it out in trade?"
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Apr 15, 2013 13:35:34 GMT -5
Even before the quixotic young woman stepped into the soft silver illumination and the kindness had spilled out of her lips, Jamie knew that she wasn't afraid of him. He could hear her heartbeat as clearly as if it were his own pulse; and it was slow and steady.
And wasn't that messed up? Fucking girls. They were so stupid. So trusting. Thinking they could help or change fate. Jamie believed this was the fault of every female. He saw his mother in the face of the pale-eyed young woman and it made him so fucking angry. Though he had been young he had known why his mother stayed with the fucker that had killed her. Why she had even gotten with him in the first place. Jamie had known it then just as surely as he knew it as a young, seemingly intelligent grown man. His mom had been young once. Too trusting. Just. Like. The. Girl.
Her teasing lilt and playful smile drew a quiet rumble out of Jamie's throat. Seriously?
"Not always." He growled in answer, and then shook his head at her dramatic warning. Yeah, she was serious.
Jamie was waiting for a clap of thunder followed by a lightning strike any moment now. The moment couldn't be any more cliché. She may know all about the dangerous things lurking in the parks animated shadows, but she didn't really believe.
Maybe a little real danger would make her a believer. Jamie had the urge to prove just how right her words so that she wouldn't land in the kind of trouble that would make her a story on the evening news.
The ghostly pounding of her heartbeat in his ears quickened, and the male squeezed the bench tighter; his jaw ticking as his eyes caught her slight shiver and then the motion of her palms brushing across the creamy skin of her upper arms.
Once the invitation had left her lips and her warm eyes locked on his scar, Jamie stood abruptly; the clenched hands suddenly tense and menacing at his sides.
"I know what we could trade..." He loosed a raged, hoarse breath and stepped toward her, catching her wrist in his hard fingers.
"Show me where you live. I'll make sure to tell all my friends so they can trade too, yeah?" Yes, the brogue was southern though far from polite. It was a raw; hungry. It was fangs and claws and glowing wolf's eyes. On the inside, that is.
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on Apr 15, 2013 14:17:47 GMT -5
Ok, so whatever Tellie had been expecting she wasn't sure but she supposed in hindsight, she should have seen the danger. Unfortunately, she'd always been one to act first, think second. Which probably explained much of the trouble she always seemed to land herself in. Her mother had always warned her about her curious nature and where it might someday lead her but she'd always failed to listen.
A habit she was beginning to regret as the man suddenly stood up and gave her a particularly nasty look. Had she misjudged him so badly? Was he really a monster in disguise? Her inner kitty hissed even as the hair at the nape of her neck prickled. Damn, Damn, Damn. Why the hell hadn't she at least remember that pepper spray in the drawer at the store?
Oh noooooo.. That would have made things much to simple, wouldn't it have?
Narrowing her dark eyes, Chantelle started to take a step back just as he reached out to grab her delicate wrist. The words he spoke hit her like a slap in the face and suddenly, she found that she wasn't scared any longer but down right spitting mad. How DARE this cad toss her words back in her face and make her afraid. Why, he was lucky she didn't smack him with a spell to turn him into the dog he was resembling at the moment.
What an asshole!
"Pray, keep your hands to yourself, sir." she hissed, fluffing up in outrage. "If you don't want help, thats fine by me but there's no call to be nasty. You could have polity said "No Thank you." instead of acting like the south end of a north bound donkey!"
So caught up in the whirlwind of of her emotions, Tellie didn't catch the flicker of magic that trickled across her skin even as her eyes flashed at the rude young man in front of her. Lifting a finger, she gave him a solid poke in the chest and lifted her chin.
"You wanna be a jerk thats your own problem! Little hint though? Next time someone tries to be NICE to you?? Try returning the favor or your going to be a grumpy gus for the rest of your life."
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Apr 17, 2013 13:31:23 GMT -5
Jamie knew he was doing wrong as soon as his warm palm wrapped around her wrist. He could feel it just as surely as a corporal knee to his family jewels. His hands were too soiled to touch her flawless skin; his whole being too corrupted to share the same electric air that surrounded her.
Biting back the sensation and the urge to release her, the werewolf remained a stony captor; tightening his hold as if she were a bird that would fly away...and straight into the cat's open mouth. He knew that he was trying to do the right thing. Okay, so maybe he was going about it the wrong way, but scaring the wits out of her was the only thing he could think to do in order to get the female far away from the dangers that lurked here. Far away from him.
But she didn't get scared though, did she? Stupid girl.
Jamie couldn't help the slight intake of air that escaped his barely parted lips as she reared back and...thoroughly ripped him a new asshole. Miss-matched eyes widened and blinked quickly in surprise as he drew back and took the verbal slaying like a man.
Was she worried about the threats or even the harsh hand that held her? Nooooo. She was far too concerned with his manners. Oh...and apparently playing the role of Mother Teresa.
Loosing the breath that he'd been holding in without realizing it, Jamie finally let go of her arm. Unbidden, a sheepish expression crossed his face that was reminiscent of a chided two-year old. He took a step backwards and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his blue jeans; gaze dropping to the toe of his size 13's and staying there.
"Ah...it's not safe around here." He explained in a gravely, wounded brogue. "You should know it's too fucking dangerous to try and help every stranger that you meet."
Jamie shuffled a foot and then kicked a pebble near his boot. "They could do those things I..." He lifted his glare up at her as if his hard, ugly face would cement his words. "...I suggested I was going to do to you."
And damn didn't meeting those shimmering green eyes make him feel like a sick fucking bastard for even saying those things. Good intentions or not.
He suddenly shifted his gaze behind her and to the left, where a pair of drunken male transients were arguing over a bottle of cheap booze.
"You should go. Like now."
He didn't look at her. Or more like he couldn't look at her.
They had caught the attention of the homeless fucks and both watched from afar with dangerous curiosity. Or intent. But either way. They weren't looking at him, that was for Goddamn sure. Nope. Both hungry pairs of eyes were locked on Mother Teresa. He even imagined he could hear the quickening of their heartbeats and the whispered plans of mugging her and then...
"Yeah, now would be a good time for you to get gone."
Post by Chantelle Alaina Harper on Apr 18, 2013 7:51:37 GMT -5
Ok, so maybe Chantelle felt a bit guilty for her show of temper when the young man pulled back and away. However, to her mind, he'd had it coming when it became clear that he'd intended to frighten her. A huff escaped her ruby lips even as he took on the appearance of a scowled puppy and she felt some of her ire leave.
"Yes, well.. believe me. I don't make a habit of it. This is the first night in ages that I've been out." she returned softly, studying his face when he finally looked back up at him and wondering what his history was. The milky eye and the scar told her that some horrific story was in his background and he no doubt had cause for his slurry attitude. It was a shame really. The uninjured side of his face was handsome in a contrary sort of way. He would have been a beautiful man.
Then, his next words came and she followed his gaze towards the two homeless men looking their way. Instantly, she felt a trickle of fear flow over her skin and the bite of magic came again, only harder. Eyes widening, she worried on her bottom lip before glancing back at the man before her.
"All right.. I.. Your right... I'm going...." she said, stepping hastily back in the direction she'd come even as the thought of walking back through the park now scared her. "Will ... Will YOU be all right?" she whispered, hesitating just in the shadows, not wanting to leave him alone to face the two on coming bums.
The glare he sent her though had her scurrying backwards and through the trees once more. As much as she hated leaving him to his own devices, it was obvious that he was much to surly for the idiots to mess with, if they knew what was good for them.
She on the other hand, was a different matter all together. Contrary to what the man thought, she really wasn't a fool and she suddenly wanted nothing more than a cup of hot chocolate, a cozy chair and one of her timeless romance books.
Hitting the path on the other side of the little bank of trees, she sent one glance behind her before hurrying out of the park and onto the better lit street. With a pace that would have done a marathon runner proud, the raven haired young woman headed for her own brand of safety.
Post by Jamie Ryan McKinnley on Apr 22, 2013 20:46:53 GMT -5
Jamie thought he might finally be loosing his ever-lovin' mind. As if the blackouts and waking up covered in blood hadn't done it ages ago.
The woman was still standing right there in front of him, but he couldn't hear a word she spoke past the rapid fire pounding of his pulse and whispered plans between the two transients. And how crazy was that?
Miss-matched eyes flicked to the woman's wide emerald gaze and though he hadn't heard her, Jamie knew damn well what her fearful expression was telling him. She wanted to leave, but her conscience was holding her in place. She was still worrying over him when there was no doubt in his mind the two men already fucking her with their glassy eyes had no intention of getting -his- pants around his ankles.
Well, screw that.
The acid he shot at her with his glare got her feet moving and just in time. The bums had drained the last of the bottle they'd been arguing over and the liquid courage had them moving deliberately in their direction.
"Wait!" One called out to the departing female, "We wanted to invite you to a party!"
Party his ass. Jamie held his ground; hands balled into big meaty fists at his sides. As the men went in separate directions; one after the female, the other towards him, the werewolf imagined he could already taste blood. And fuuuuuck if that imaginary coppery tang didn't have his mouth watering for some violence.
Jamie's eyes tracked the bum going after the girl for a moment. This wouldn't take long and the swagger that one was rockin' was more Mad Dog 50/50 than Mick Jagger.
One. Two. Three... That was as many staggering steps as the closer bum got to him before the young man bolted forward, grabbing him around the scrawny neck. The homeless fellow's eyes bulged out of his head as Jamie squeezed; a look of pure fury etched into his handsome face. "Don't ever look at a woman like that again." He tightened his palm around the guy's throat and dirty fingers came up to claw them away, to no avail. "Don't even think about a woman like that again." Jamie got real close to the male's face and fairly growled, "You do and I'll know it. And you'll end up just like your buddy, true?"
The guy must have known what his 'buddy' was in store for and believed it, for he was nodding his head like one of those bubbleheads on a car dash.
With that final word Jamie used the hand wrapped around the guys neck to pull him in. The head butt hurt like hell but the bum was out like a light. The werewolf let his stinking, rag doll frame drop and was gone after the other before the this one hit the moist ground.
Honestly, Jamie had no idea where the other pair were headed but his feet did the thinking for him. Or, more correctly, his nose. The werewolf didn't understand it but he could smell the stench of homeless on the male, and the slightly sweet smell of the female on the breeze.
Cupcakes. She smelled like cupcakes.
Jamie saw a flash of long dark hair and not a step behind her, the shuffling form of the creeper. The man felt like his chest couldn't possibly hold his thundering heart within the cage for much longer. He could smell disease on the transient, and imagining all that filth near the woman was more than he could stomach. He wanted to retch.
Slipping down an adjacent alley, he easily lead the unknowing pair and waited until the female had passed before he yanked the bum right off his feet. A rumble came out of his throat that was more animal than man, and he pressed the man into the brick wall of the building. The guys eyes were vacant from the drugs and alcohol, but still searching for the woman. He had an erection in his soiled pants that was hard to ignore.
And he'd planned on forcing that dirty, diseased thing onto that woman.
Jamie lost it then. Not necessarily a black out, the young man was aware of his fists striking flesh and breaking bone, but he couldn't stop it. In fact...he didn't stop it until the other male went limp and could hardly be recognized as a human.
Clothing and hands dripping with blood, you couldn't tell if Jamie was the victim or the punisher. He let the body of the male drop on the pavement and leaned against the brick, out of breath.
Not really aware of anything but the satisfying sting in his knuckles, Jamie kept his head down as he moved along the wall until he was back out on the sidewalk proper. Right in front of the bookstore.