Mark her...
His Wolf growled deeply within his mind, applying just a bit of pressure to make his presence known. He looked into her eyes, seeing the clouds reflect in them as if her eyes were the sky itself. Strands of her white hair swayed and danced across her face, her appearance practically angelic until his eyes rested on her soft pink lips. His hand came up to rest on the side of her neck, his thumb brushing over her lips slowly. He watched as her eyelids fluttered from the electric touch he gave off, her breath escaping her.
Mark her...
His Wolf growled more persistently which confused Aiden. His thumb stopped just off the side of her lips as they parted slightly. All he had to do was lean in and kiss her, and the rest would be history.
She's a Hunter...
He stopped himself as his conscious warned him suddenly. He looked down at the woman beside him, her eyes having shut now and waiting for him to close the gap. He retracted his hand and shifted his position so that he was sitting just a bit from her. Her eyes opened and the look of confusion on her face pained him. His Wolf growled angrily, the sound rocking his brain before it fell silent.
"Ask your questions." He told her more coldly than he intended. Amira raised a brow at him, adjusting the skirt of her dress as she folded her legs over one another.
"Right." She cleared her throat as she casted her gaze out over the still water, "How many of you are there?" She asked him, getting straight to the point.
"Excuse me?"
"How many Rogues live here?" She rephrased her question.
"Rogues?" He questioned, "Right, I guess that is what am, isn't it? There's only three of us. My mom, grandpa and myself."
"Are you the Alpha?" She asked, adjusting her sitting position to sit on her knees, her hands flatting the skirt down over her thighs. His ears perked up at the sound of a knife slowly rubbing against leather as it's being unsheathed.
"An Alpha? That's funny." He chuckled lightly, seeing her hesitate out of the corner of his eye, "Was that not the answer you were expecting?"
"Well, no. I was just told before heading up here that there was an Alpha in Darlow, or at least possibly anyway." She mentioned.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but whoever told you that misinformed you. It's just been us three since I was nine. I have no desire to being an Alpha anyway, I'll leave that to the old bastard." He gritted his teeth as he says that, his hand gripping the grass beside him, tearing out some of it.
"Old bastard?" She questioned him, tilting her head. Her hair fell over her shoulder like a graceful waterfall of snow.
"My father." He grimaced at even mentioning the relation, "He's the Alpha you're looking for." He held up a hand when she opened her mouth, "I don't know where he is nor do I care. If you want to speak with him, you'll have to find another way." He told her, his ears picking up the whistle of the blade slicing through the air and just barely missing his cheek. He grabbed her wrist, flipping her over him and plants her on her back, his hand pinning her weapon down, "You'll need to do better than that."
Amira glared at him, twisting her legs around his and rolled him onto his back next. She flipped the dagger up, catching it with her other hand and stabbed down toward his neck, but he managed to wiggle aside just in time for the blade to strike the ground beside his throat. He felt the tickle of the cut as the blade sliced his neck like a paper-cut, but then the intense burning followed right after. He growled, his canines bare as he fought against the pain.
Silver...
He knocked her hand away, pulling the knife out of the ground and tossed it into the water. She gasped, glancing back to see it sink out of sight, giving him enough time sit up and grab her hands, pinning them behind her head. She looked back at him, the look in her eyes halting him. She looked like a deer in headlights, her hands lightly trembling in his grasp. For a moment she looked like a regular human woman, not someone who just seconds ago attempted to kill him.
"How long have you been a Hunter?" He asked her. She turned her face away from him defiantly, "You got to ask your questions, it's only fair that I ask mine now."
She slowly sighed, "I've been a Hunter since I was ten." She admitted to him, her eyes evading his though.
"How long have you been on your own?" He asked her, but she didn't answer right away, "Amira."
"Only a couple of months." She whispered. His grasp eased up on her hands, slowly releasing them. She rubbed her wrists gently once they were freed.
"You've only been out on your own for a short time and believed you could take out a Werewolf?" He asked her while gesturing to their surroundings, "In a desolate place where you have no back up?"
"I needed this!" She nearly shouted, "I was never allowed to go out on my own. I was always stuck with a small group or Jax while out hunting." She tried to get off of his lap, but his hand on her thigh stopped her. He felt the goosebumps where his hand was, the shock of their bond sending a delicious wave to his groin. It effected her all the same, her hips swaying against slightly. He swallowed hard at the predicament he was in.
"So taking out the Vampire by yourself was your way of initiation?" He brought up, seeing her flinch a bit.
"He was a target I was given. I had it under control." She finally looked over to him, "By the way, why did you intervene? And how long did you know what I was?" She bombarded him.
Aiden let out a sigh, "Can we continue this over dinner?"
She raised a brow, "You still want to have dinner with me?" She asked as she got up from his lap. He spied the white lacing of her panties, groaning internally as he climbed to his feet next.
"I already made the plans, and I believe we both have plenty of questions that still need to be answered." He told her honestly, peering over to her as she brushed the grass off of her dress. He eyed her throat, his Wolf growling insistently again, but he pushed the animal aside and started walking back toward the path they had taken. The gentle breeze brushed through his black hair, tousling it a bit. He wished it was his fur it brushed through instead.
He peered over his shoulder to see her following behind him, but her eyes were looking out over the water. The breeze made her hair dance like a glorious blizzard. She tucked her hair behind her ear, but to no avail it continued to sway about. When he gazed at her eyes, he could see the dark shadow of loneliness reflect in them. He recognized it easily.
Had she been left behind while others walked ahead of her?
He slowed down his pace a bit until he matched with her. He turned his attention ahead, but he could feel her eyes on him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.
If she wasn't a Hunter, would things play out differently?
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He pulled into a small parking lot that sat beside a bar and grill. The red and white overhang shaded the tables of the patio where a few bikers were chatting and smoking their cigarettes. There were bricks missing in various places, but overall it appeared to be in decent shape for a building that had been around for decades with little to no renovations for the outside. When he stepped inside, it was like walking through a time dimensional portal. The bar area was dimly lit with already a few day drinkers. The large flat plasma screen debuted a baseball game with the volume set on low as the pedestrians spoke among themselves about the shitty play that just happened. The bartender glanced up from behind the bar, the reflection of their phone on their glasses as they give a stiff nod in acknowledgement before returning to their phone again. Aiden glanced around, spotting the hallway just past the billiards table with a sign signalling for extra seating in the dining area.
"You know, when you said reservations, I was thinking it was going to be a little more classy." Amira commented as she ran her hand along the billiards table.
"This is probably the classiest you're going to get here in Darlow. Unless you prefer something else." He said as they walked down the short hallway to a large dining area. Unlike the bar counterpart of the building, the dining area was very well lit with lamps hanging over every table top. White linen cloth draped over each table with utensils and menus already set in place. Each window was closed off by blinds with little sun barely making past it. A host stand stood near the entrance of the hallway where two young women stood talking with one another. He caught the sent now that he was out of range of the bar, his nostrils flaring slightly as he instinctively put his hand up in front of Amira as he came to a stop by the podium. Both women glanced up at him and both simultaneously smiled at him.
"Hello, welcome to Danny's Shack." The petite brunette chirped up as she grabbed her notepad and pen, her hair held high in a ponytail that brushed between her shoulder blades, "Table for one?" She smiled sweetly at him.
There's more of them here? How did I miss that?
He side glances Amira who appeared unfazed by not being recognized by the woman, and yet her blue eyes were like piercing daggers. Her hand twitched at her side, playing with the edge of her dress before leaving it alone.
She must realize it to, but what makes this Vampire any different from the Professor?
"Two, actually." He corrected her, reaching his hand behind Amira and rested it on her lower back. The woman finally looked over to Amira with disinterest, giving her customer service smile regardless.
"Right, my apologies." She smiled at him again, gesturing to the dining area, "Right this way then." She turned and lead the way for them.
He lowered his voice as he walked beside Amira, "Bet you regret using your knife on me earlier now." He smirked a bit when he watched her eyebrow twitch in frustration, "Relax, so long as you are with me, nothing will hurt you." He reassured her, just barely seeing her relax at his side.
For a Hunter, she trusts too easily.
The woman came to a stop at a corner booth that was furthest from several other occupied tables. Amira slid in first and he followed in right after, only to have the woman present at his side, "Can I start you with a drink?"
"Whiskey on ice." He stated, watching her write it down before looking over to Amira, "What would you like? You can legally drink now, right?"
Amira picked up the menu, "She walked away already." She pointed with her pinkie. Aiden looked over to see that the waitress had definitely walked off after only taking his drink order, "It's most likely she realizes what I am, and if not that, well..."
"She has to know what I am then to and she's just putting a face on." He said as she set the menu down.
"It's customer service. So long as the employee is smiling, no one detects the true face behind the retail smile. And it's not like your bad to look at." She grumbled softly. Aiden looked over to her, but her eyes were surveying the place.
"Not bad, huh?" He rested an elbow on the table, propping his chin up on it. She finally looked over to him, the slightest hint of blush hitting her cheeks before looking away again.
"My question from earlier." She quickly changed the subject, "Why did you help me against him? With how much I was bleeding out, you could've left me to die," She said. His jaw tensed up at the idea of her dying on the cold pavement with no one there to be with her.
"Do you want to know the honest truth?" He asked her, leaning closer to her. She looked up at him again, unable to back away while under his gaze. He rested one hand on her thigh, squeezing gently while his other hand rested on her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. Aiden watched as her eyelids fluttered again, subconsciously leaning more into his touch. He eyed her lips with interest, licking his own as he slowly closed the gap between them, "Call it instinct that I needed to protect you." He whispered against her lips. Her lips parted slightly as her eyes fell shut, her hands resting on his chest. He pressed his body against her hands, his lips grazing her own, "Because you're my Mate..."
“I’m what?” Amira let his words register for a second as a glass slammed down on the table, forcing them both to separate from one another and take notice of the waitress standing at the end of the table with Aiden’s drink in hand. There was a forced smile on her lips as she stood up straight, yet there was a twitch in her brow. “I’m so sorry about that. I can be such a klutz sometimes.” She giggled, her eyes sweeping over Amira and rests on Aiden, “I would be more than happy to replace this drink for you.” Aiden slid the glass over to him, taking a napkin from a dispenser just off to the side of them and cleaned up the minor spill the waitress had created, “That’s alright. Accidents happen.” Amira watched his face, not a hint of a smile anywhere on his lips. “Are you ready to order?” She asked him, ignoring Amira’s existence again. She sat back, obviously annoyed with the situation, but not very surprised either. She couldn’t deny that Aiden was one very goo
He half expected her to not come along. To turn away and go back to her apartment. After explaining everything, he expected her to drop all contact and maybe even leave the town. Yet here she was, looking unsure of the situation as she stood before his mother, his grandfather and... Miss J?"Hey there, Sugar." She smiled warmly, her grey eyes sparkling knowingly."Janice?" Amira addressed her questioningly, "What are you doing here?""Well," She looked over to Lymeria who smiled a bit awkwardly, "I believe we're all here under the same reason." Her grey eyes turned back to Amira, "You have questions, and I fortunately have your answers.""So, you knew who they are? Why didn't you say anything?" Amira asked her, but the Witch was already shaking her head."This is more than about hunting down Rogues, Amira." Her eyes darkened slightly, "So much more..." She looked over to Lymeria again who nodded and stepped forward.
Why am I even thinking of considering the idea?She tightened the strap around her black boots before slipping a wooden stake into a slit she had created within it. She looked down at her black box, running her fingers over the selection of daggers and smaller knives before grabbing two identical knives and put those in the holders on her belt. She side eyed the firearm, a pistol she was all too familiar with from practicing every day with Jax. She ran her fingers over the barrel, her eyes softening as she thought back to the days she had spent with her father."All I ever wanted was to make you proud. You and mom." She mumbled softly to herself. As if on queue, her phone buzzed on the counter. She glanced at the caller I.D and noticed it was Leyla that was calling her. She hesitated for a moment, her mind spiraling as she tried to figure out a way to describe her situation before picking up the call."Hey sweetheart, I haven't heard from you in a bit.
The muscles in his chest tensed from the slightest graze of her fingertips. The thin, sharp needle pierced his flesh, weaving the thin string over the still open wound on his chest. Blood had dried around the edges, but with each tightening, a fresh new flow rose up and tainted his lightly swollen skin. The contact of her fingers gliding across his skin sent his nerves into overdrive, but he managed to maintain his composure before her. No word had been said since the fight with the Vampires not so long ago. With his slow healing abilities, Amira had assisted him back home under the guise of the shadows. To no surprise to him, Lymeria had been waiting at the garage entrance. The moment they were in her sights, she had bolted inside to retrieve a first aid kit and towels. Amira didn't speak a word to either of them as she took the first aid kit and started to clean and stitch him up while his body gradually regenerated."I don't get it. How did we not sense them
She's been gone for almost two months now with little updates about that damn Alpha. I should've dealt with it instead, what was I thinking sending her alone?Jax tossed the heavy sack in the back of the jeep, letting out a soft grunt as he massaged his shoulder. Sweat dripped from his chin as he ruffled his hair and gazed out over the cracked desert. He had been down in Arizona for a week with Leyla tracking what they assumed was a Skinwalker, but what they found was nothing close to what they believed. He side glanced the sack, a black liquid substance oozing from the bottom of it.Whatever this thing is, it's no where in our archives."Looks like whatever it is was hold up in a cave a mile out from here." Leyla spoke up as she approached the jeep, taking off her button up and slung it over her shoulder. He glimpsed her direction for a second, spotting the yellow tank top she wore and the thin chained silver necklace he had gifted her sometim
Sulfur clung to her lungs, painting them a black so dark it could rival the very room she was chained in. The chains around her wrists and ankles gave off a faint golden glow, the ancient text she tried to familiarize herself with deeply engraved in the obsidian links hummed softly with old power. Each breath she inhaled left her senses in hellish flames.How long has it been now? I have lost track after the first couple hundred years...She twisted her wrists slightly, the chains rubbing against her raw flesh. She picked up the stench of burning skin from them, but years of captivity left her numb to the pain. The spell on the chains flickered for a second, drawing her attention downward to the extremely dimly lit floor. It was only for a second before the flow of power returned to it's usual state, but it was enough to put a smirk on her lips.The devotion and love of my acolytes is
"Whoa." The boy crouched down beside Aiden's motorcycle, running his finger over the front tire, "I want a bike." Aiden chuckled softly from beneath a Honda, "I'm sure you'll have no problem if you asked your mom to get you one." He swiveled out of the way as oil dripped down from above him, "Dammit, why can't people take care of their damn vehicles?" "She won't let me have one. Dad won't either I'm sure." The boy sighed. Aiden raised a brow when he felt movement around his legs and the boy shift himself beneath the car with him, "Can I have yours then?" "No way. I built that bad boy with my own hands." Aiden denied him without glancing over to him. "Can you build me one then?" He asked insistently. Aiden finally peered over to the boy with the red puppy dog eyes and let out a sigh. "Fine. I'll build you one and give it to you for your sixteenth birthday. Will that suffice?" He asked him. The boys eyes widened and seemed to sparkle with excitement. "Really? You really mean that,
I feel so hot...She barely made it inside her door when Aiden pinned her against the wall and his lips descended onto her own. His hands gripped her waist, pressing his hips against hers with earnest. Her fingers dipped below his shirt, tracing his fresh scars and the hills of his abs. He let go of her waist, crouching down slightly and picked her up by her thighs. Their lips broke away, letting her gasp for air as he carried her up the steps. His lips caressed her collarbone before nibbling gently, his hands squeezing her thighs as he reached her floor."A-Aiden..." Her fingers tugged on his hair, his tongue flicking over her collarbone. She panted, feeling this intense heat coursing through her veins with each lick. Her legs tightened around his waist, tugging his hair hard enough to bring his head back up and crashed her lips against his. He growled softly, his tongue pushing past her lips and collided with hers. He moved past the coffee table, knocking ov