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The Pack's Vampire Rhett's Time Out
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeRhett floated on his back in the river water, his eyes closed to the glare of the sun, feeling the water tug at his hair, spreading it out around him. He needed the break, he thought, to get some perspective on things.It didn’t feel right. None of it felt right, and he’d been lying to himself from the start, trying to convince himself that he believed in the plan, because he was desperate. He didn’t want to lose Aislen again, and he feared what losing her would do to the Triquetra.In a way, it would have been better if she had never come back, he admitted to himself. They hadn’t been truly happy without her, but they also had been surviving, even rebuilding, after her loss. He wasn’t sure if they had it in them to do that again.He was glad to have her back, though. He could tell himself that, logically, they were doing okay before her return, but there was a difference between surviving and living, and he didn’t want to compromise for the rest of his
The Pack's Vampire The Griffin Outline
Havermouth, Three Weeks Before Rhett’s jaw was set so hard, his teeth clenched so ferociously, that he was giving himself a headache. It was f-king wrong, he told himself. It was unfair that he was cast in the role of bad guy, whilst Cameron and Heath got to f-k their female mate. He rubbed the heel of his hand across his cheeks, casting off the tears that prickled there. Tears of anger, he lied to himself. There was a truth that he had been hiding from, he admitted as he braced his hands on his drawing desk and stared sightlessly at the designs on the sketch book before him. A truth that if he let it in, would do so much damage that he was afraid it would break him. Torture, Aislen had called it. She had begged and pleaded for him to stop so much that her voice was raspy and hoarse from doing so. He had brushed it off. He did this for a living, he’d told himself. People paid him to do it. He was used to clients freaking out, and this was no different. He had let his fantasies of a
The Pack's Vampire Setting Aislen Free
Havermouth, Three Weeks Before“Turn around,” Rhett’s voice was hoarse. She turned and looked up at him, her brilliant blue eyes filled with unspoken thoughts, pleading with him. He looked away, unable to hold the gaze, looking instead at the tattoos on her skin. “These are looking good,” he stroked his thumb over the Triquetra on her skin. Something so small represented so much, he thought bitterly. The sacrifices that they made because of it, the things that they did because of it... “I get it… I… rejected Heath and Cameron, and their male pride was bruised, so they were mean…”“Don’t use that word,” he jerked his eyes up to her, the word rejected like a knife wound to his heart. “You don’t understand,” he said tightly, trying to justify to her what he was struggling to understand himself. “It wasn’t just pride… I mean, a bit perhaps. But don’t use that word like that…” He shook his head. “It could become permanent.” He grimaced. And now I’ve said something that I shouldn’t… he th
The Pack's Vampire Explaining Loneliness
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen heard Bianca’s voice and then Cameron’s from outside the locker room, and so she wasn’t surprised when the door opened and Talen and Cameron entered. She heard their footsteps, the whisper of their new jeans, as they crossed the room.She flushed the toilet and leaned back against the cubicle wall, tears and snot streaming down her face, and grabbed a handful of toilet tissue to wipe herself clean. Over the top of the cubicle door, she could see Talen’s head.“Little demon,” he knocked on the door.“The last five years of my life have been a lie,” she whispered.“How so?” Cameron lay on his belly on the floor and peered under the door at her. “What’s going on, Aislen?” He stretched out a hand. She reached out and took it, his calloused grip on her reassuring. She gave his hand a squeeze and rose to her feet.Talen was leaning against the frame, filling the door, when she opened it, and reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking away a stubborn tea
The Pack's Vampire Emissary
Havermouth, Present TimeCameron returned from raiding the shelves with a bottle of water and toothbrush and paste, and Aislen scrubbed her mouth out in the sink. “What’s in the bag?” She asked him as they headed to the door.He flushed. “Nothing.”She didn’t get to pursue the question as Bianca was lurking outside of the locker room.“M,” Bianca pleaded, reaching out with her hand, her expression distressed. “I really am sorry.”Aislen nodded, her jaw clenched. “We will talk about it more later. For now, we have other problems.”The witches and warlocks joined them as they made their way to the loading bay and began to fill the rear of the car. Once they were done, Greg and Dan took the first load of witches and warlocks, leaving Talen, Cameron, Bianca, and Aaron, with Tom lurking somewhere on the roof.“Yeah, we know some of them. Van Helsings, no internet, no power, roads are blocked, and don’t drink the water,” Aaron said as he opened a bottle of water and added some protein shake
The Pack's Vampire Conversation With Abigail
Havermouth, Present TimeHeath braced a hand against the worn surface of the kitchen bench whilst he waited for the pot of water to boil. He was just so exhausted, he admitted to himself. He should have stayed with Rhett and slept alongside his mate, but his thoughts were so restless that he’d left Rhett to sleep, afraid that he would wake him.“Heath,” Helena said quietly from behind him.“Hi,” he straightened and plastered a smile to his face. “How are you doing? I am sure Scott’s out of his mind with worry for you. If I get the chance, I’ll go by your house and let him know that you are okay.”“Thanks, but he’s on the other side of the river at his parent’s house,” she replied. “Something I’m grateful for as hopefully he’s out of the reach of the Van Helsings and safe. Abigail is awake. I think you need to go speak to her, Heath,” she crossed and tapped instant coffee into her cup. “She’s not talking to me. Maybe she’ll talk to you.”“Me?” He raised his eyebrows. “Why would she tal
The Pack's Vampire Maybe... Yes?
Havermouth, Present TimeRhett stirred as Talen slid his arm under his head, opening his eyes blearily into the dullness of the room, his vision clearing slowly until he could see the golden haired vampire leaning over him. “Hey,” he smiled, reaching up to brush his fingers through the fall of Talen’s hair. The sunlight spilling through the door made it glow angelically.Talen’s smile was gentle. “Drink, Rhett,” he held out his wrist to where Cameron held his pocketknife ready.“You don’t have to Talen,” Rhett protested. “I’m feeling much better. Definitely not zombiefied, and Heath stuffed me full of mush…”“Trust me,” Cameron’s grin was bright as he cut Talen’s wrist. “You’re going to want to be in top form when Aislen comes upstairs.” Rhett could not answer as his mouth was full of blood, but Cameron continued anyway, unbothered. “She’s downstairs settling in a bunch of witches but she’ll be up soon.”“Talen,” Leighton was thrown into silhouette in the doorway. “I need to speak wit
The Pack's Vampire The Test
Havermouth, Present Time “You knew?” Aislen’s head jerked up, her eyes flashing with anger. “Your scent,” Heath sat back onto his haunches, giving her space, holding out his hands peacefully. “There’s a change and I…” He looked to either side, raising his eyebrows. “No one else has noticed?” Cameron scooted closer and buried his face into her hair, breathing in, and then tracing down her hairline and neck, over her chest and breasts towards her stomach. Aislen giggled despite herself, tickled by his snuffling against her skin. “Ah, stop, Cam,” she protested, placing the palms of her hands against his head, and pushing him away. “I might have showered not long ago, but that doesn’t mean you should be sniffing in all the places… Oh god,” she gasped as Cameron scooped her backwards, laying her out onto the mattress and pressed his nose against her stomach. “Cameron! Any further downstairs and you’re licking it!” “Ah f-k, she smells good,” Cameron muttered against her skin. “But she a
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