Chaos

Cold Night

Walking in the dark with a naked girl and two powerful male werewolves was a bit unnerving, given the civil encounters I've had up until this point. It was also inspiring that one should feel so in tune with their predatorial heritage that they feel no shame in their nudity.

I guess you could say I was impressed with the Roya Pack. I hadn't forgotten Lucille's animosity to the northern wolf kind, but hopefully I can collaborate with the Roya pack for future, they seemed dependable.

Red was still holding his wrist and staring at it. Blue took notice and asked if he was alright.
"I'm fine", He said tightly.
"Have you ever been fed on before?" Elijah continued to walk by my side, bowing his head and waking with his eyes to the ground. Was he that upset about not feeding on that wolf girl?

"No, I haven't", Red answered truthfully.
"It will hurt a lot first time, Chaos, can help", Elijah nudged me and brought his eyes up to mine expectedly.
"Or perhaps you bite too hard, viper mouth", I growled. I hated being nudged.

We stopped walking and I took Red's hand. I studied the wound. It'd gotten so dark now that my eyes begun to slightly glow as my nocturnal sights kicked in, as did Elijah's.

He did bite too hard and moved too much, tearing the wound wider than needed. He was like an infantile feeder.

Red was close to jerking away when I lowered my head to the wound. I bet he was thinking I too would feed on him. I slid my tongue along the wound and it closed up miraculously. He had sour blood. I dropped his hand and gestured that the blonde continue escorting us.

We walked further into the dark forest and the blonde was almost running ahead. It didn't mind so much, since we had the other two, but she was clearly enjoying prancing about in the woods stark naked.

I wondered if Lucille was interested in such a venture with me. The fantasy was uplifting until the journey ended after the thought arose. I was brought back to the situation at hand.

"You're dozing off again, Chaos", Elijah waved his hand in front of my face. I grabbed it and twisted it around his back, then kicked him on his backside, causing him to almost fall to the ground. He should've seen that coming, training him was going to be difficult.
He stumbled around and the blonde giggled at his demise.
"You're slacking off again, Eli", I told him in return. He should know to never put his hands in my face.

The cottage looked small and built for an old lady, the warlock was probably a relative of his before she died and so the cottage was his inheritance.

Turns out I was sadly mistaken.
The blonde just walked in without knocking and inside was a huge living room filled with naked ladies.

It turns out this warlock was not only a nocturnal freak, but a nymphomaniac as well. I grimaced as the smell of... bodily fluids filled the air- oh and not to mention, weed.

"Elijah, stay outside", I told him. It'd be troublesome to lose him in this bare, narcotic crowd.

Everyone seemed to be in a haze, like the people at the club Azrail took me to. They were all human girls.

Blonde disappeared as soon as she entered the crowd of similarly naked gals, but red and blue guided me to his bedroom. The warlock was presumably the lad on the bed butt naked, while a girl, knelt between his legs. Another on his right arm and one on his face.

They were happily distracted in ecstasy when Blue sounded a sharp whistle to their attention.

The girls slowly climbed off the warlock and allowed him to sit up. He took one look at my sharp silver eyes, my aura and stood up immediately, afraid for his life. He rolled off the bed and shuffled to his feet quickly.
"Are you mad! Bringing a vampire to my house!" The warlock scoffed. He stuffed his erect genital into a pair of jeans discarded on the floor.

The girls huddled together on one side of the bed and made out with each other. Strange behavior...

"I need help, warlock", I said. In here smelled like apple citrus. He was the one responsible for the illusion at the gates, and maybe even this inexplicable sexual aura about the house.

"Yeah right, you just want to sink your teeth in my throat", he said disdainfully. He then turned to the wolves behind me, "I thought you told me a new recruit needed 'consultation'", he quoted. "You brought me a vampire not a 'recruit'! And a Royal at that too!"

"Do you know any witches that are interested in the magic sciences?" I asked. "I'm looking for an ancient one, maybe even one of your Grand sorceresses."

"Why? So you can kill off one of the few grandmas left? Fuck you-"
"Don't test my patience warlock, you're treading on fine ice if you think you'll get off Scott free with me", I hissed. Time was of the essence, if he wasted mine, I would surely make waste of him.

"Who even speaks like that anymore, the fuck- what are you? 2,309?" He shrugged on a shirt and I stayed silent as he did so. Looking at the serious wolves behind me, he caught on that the situation was indeed a serious matter. "What the hell are you doing here, vampire."

"I'm heading an investigation, and you're simply providing a consultation", I looked for somewhere that wasn't littered with underwear that I might sit.

"Not to your refine tastes, vampire? Sorry, I can't afford the Queen's armpit hair to be sewn into the carpeting", he mocked.

I came up to him in unexpectedly fast and shoved my knee into his diaphragm, just beneath his ribs. He keeled over onto the ground, choking for air and clutching his chest. He coughed and heaved, every movement hurting him no doubt. I took a handful of his hair and pulled him up to his feet.

"Do you really wish to know what my tastes are, warlock?" My nails sharpened and grew until they were at the base of his throat, my eyes had become red and silver, slitted and dangerously sharp whilst I teased my teeth along his neck. "If you really wish to know, I'll give you an idea..."

"What! Stop her!" The warlock begged the wolves. He attacked me with scaldingly hot hands wrapped around my forearm and rock solid skin around his collarbone and neck. Both of which I was brutally prepared for.

My nail had only plunged into his hardened shoulder before he begun to beg and cry for help.

I had serious doubts this warlock could help me in any shape or form, but I let him go regardless.

He was barely hurt and yet he fell to the ground clutching his shoulder. His heart was beating wildly in his chest in a panic.

As if I would drink from this crude nympho. I took the paper towel Red used earlier from Blue and used it to clean my finger. I also retracted my sharp jaws and talons whilst the warlock attempted to compose himself.

"I've had enough of your games, tell me what I need to know or I'll dispose of you. You've done enough damage with this pack's reputation, I'm sure you won't be missed." I was becoming anxious for leaving Elijah out there by himself for so long.

I took my discomfort into action and silently asked Blue if he'd wait outside with Elijah. When it was just Red and me in the room, the warlock stood up and clutched his chest. He was clearly affected by a trauma of some sort in relation to vampires.

"Sit", I said.
He listened and plummeted his backside on a tall chair smothered with clothing strung across every inch of it's exterior; as was every furniture in this house.

He looked weak and dazed, as if I'd actually drained him of half his life blood.

"Tell me what I need to know", I glared at him unsympathetically.