Prompt 057

Title:Lycan Tales
Genre: drama, fantasy, suspense
Characters: Caine, Alana
Prompt: 057~Cold
Word Count: 1954
Rating:R
Type: Series
Summary: Things aren't what they seem
Warnings: Violence, nudity, language


They kept moving further and further away from town, Alana thought as she kept a good distance between herself and the dog. And the dog seemed to have a specific place in mind. He kept up a steady pace, not a run but more of a slow jog which meant that she had to jog to keep up. Suddenly the dog veered into a abandoned yard of a dilapidated house.

Caine climbed up the steps of the back porch and eyed the door of the old house before bending down and sniffing around the bottom of the frame. There was about an inch of space between the door and the porch but that was all that was needed to let him know if anyone had been here. Specifically Ethan or his pack. That thought made Caine growl low in his throat. No one had been here. No one but humans. Reaching up he batted at the door with his paw and it sprung open. He slithered in and gave the door a slight kick with his back paw to shut it.

Alana hesitated for a moment. She had heard that growl. It sounded slightly vicious and had caused a shiver to course through her body. She debated on whether or not to enter the house but then she gave herself a stern lecture. She had come all this way, she wasn’t going to back out now. Besides, those doggy treats in her purse weren’t going to eat themselves. Getting up from her crouch she started toward the house being careful to look around the yard to prevent herself from stumbling on all the trash that was scattered about.

Jesus Christ, Caine thought. He was rank. He scratched his armpit and had to wrinkle his nose as the pungent order reached his nose. Hell, he had rarely stopped for anything once he had left the asylum and he’d pretty much stayed in wolf form so eating and drinking had been as easy as running into the woods that still dotted this area and snapping up a rabbit or two and drinking from puddles. He ran his tongue over his teeth then absently spit out a bit of fabric that had lodged in his teeth as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Another growl worked its way up his throat as he stared at the mess there. Obviously this place had become a hang out for the local kids, he thought irritable as he watched a fat rat slink across the floor. His hands clenched into fist. This used to be his father’s home. The place where he'd come to get away from the pack for a moment’s peace. He and Caine used to come up here every so often to just have father and son time as his dad had called it. Caine’s eyes burned for a moment at the memories before he forcefully pushed them aside. It wouldn’t do to think about something that he hadn’t thought about in ten years. Not now…not ever. He headed upstairs. Hopefully the backup system still worked.

“Oh my GOD!” Alana whispered as she scrunched up her face. She shoved her finger under her nose but it was too late. The rank smell reached her brain and her stomach at the same time and she had to swallow hard to prevent herself from throwing up. This is wrong on so many levels, she thought as she took a step forward. Hearing a clacking noise coming from behind her she spun around.

“Oh Lord,” she moaned. The rat looked at her sullenly as it finished its piece of moldy cheese. Then, as if it knew it had nothing to fear, it slowly turned and leapt off the counter. It landed with a soft plop before it trudged across the grimy floor and disappeared into a darkened corner.
“Rats. I hate rats. Oh, that poor dog! Who knows what it might be infected with.”
Yeah you idiot, her conscious screamed at her, it might have rabies! You saw how it attacked that man. It could attack you next and no one is going to know where to find your body. You’ll lay in here, in this old house, rotting…of course the rats will probably start to nibble on your lifeless-
Alana slammed the door shut on her conscious and trudged forward. She could hear water running upstairs.

The bathroom was just as disgusting as the rest of the house. Geez, you would think that the kids that came here, to do whatever it was that kids did when they snuck off to such places, would at least try to clean up a bit. Although from the sight of the living room they just came here to drink it up and smoke weed. Shaking her head she started to turn.



“What are you doing here? Who sent you?” Caine demanded as he yanked her back against him. She stumbled and landed hard against his chest. An almost silent gasp passed her lips as he started to curl his hand around her throat.
“Answer me! Who sent you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alana choked out as she felt a large hand curl around her throat. Her heart felt as if it were going to come out of her chest. Twice in a day, she thought wildly. She had been manhandled twice in one day. What were the odds?
“Don’t lie to me,” Caine growled. “You think I’m stupid? You think that I don’t know you work for him?”
The woman was trembling like a leaf in his arms and she was making some sort of clacking nose in the back of her throat. It took a moment for him to work past his rage to realize that his hand had closed tightly around her throat. She was trying to talk. Shaking his head he released her only to grab her arm and tug her down the short hall into the bedroom. He tossed her in ahead of him and he watched, dispassionately, as she fell forward.



He padded into the room to stand in front of her. She laid on the ground for a moment before she started to get up. She looked up at him then sucking in a sharp breath, promptly began to cough.
“Your naked,” she said hoarsely.
“No shit! Now tell me why he sent you. You seem…incompetent. And we normally don’t let breeding females out by themselves. And you are by yourself. I don’t smell anyone else on you. What? He thought to entice me back to my own slaughter? Well sweetheart,” he sneered. “He could have tried a little harder.”
He shoved her back down when she more than half way up from the floor.

Alana felt her legs go boneless and she gave a sad smile as the man continue to rant and rave above her. Out of all the ways she thought her life would end, she never could have imagined this. She hung her head.
“All I wanted to do was feed the dog.”
“What did you say?” he snapped.
“I followed a dog here. He saved my life and I just wanted to give him something to eat. Maybe take him home.” She sighed then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now.”
Caine stared down at the top of her head before recognition hit him. She was that female that he had felt the absurd need to rescue earlier.
“Hell!” Scrubbing a hand over his face he stepped back. “No dog lives here,” he said slightly offended that she would get a wolf and a dog confused.
“But I saw-”
“Look lady, I said no dog lives here. However, you and I are going to have a little chat. Have a seat while I start the fire.”


Caine quickly built a fire and a slow grin spread over his face as he heard her timid steps heading toward the door. The woman had balls, he thought with a glimmer of admiration. But she sure as hell didn’t have a brain in her head.
“I wouldn’t try that if I were you. I said have a seat.”
“There’s nowhere to sit. I am NOT sitting on that filthy bed. Who knows what is on that bed.”
Caine heave a sigh and turned to look at her. He grinned when she quickly adverted her eyes.

He nodded toward an old crate leaning against the wall. “Will that do Princess?”
Walking over he righted it with his foot before shoving it across the room and toward the bed. “Sit your ass down and start talking.”

Alana didn’t know what he wanted her to say. She didn’t have anything to say. And the man was completely naked and didn’t even seem to notice…or care. But that wasn’t any of her business. If the man wanted to walk around, waving his, his penis in the air for everyone to see that was fine by her. She wasn’t a prude by any means and-
“Aren’t you going to put some clothes on?” she blurted out.
He looked down at himself as if he hadn’t realized that he was naked then shot her a wicked grin. “See something you like, princess?”
He would be attractive if he’d cut his hair and shave off that scruffy beard, she thought as something, a memory, tickled the back of her mind.. It wasn’t until he got up with a curse and tugged on a pair of underwear that it hit her.
“Oh geez, your face! It was on the back of the milk. Come to think of it your uncle was-”
He appeared so quickly in front of her that she reared back and fell off the crate. He snatched her up as if she didn’t weigh anything.
“What did you say?”
She winced when he squeezed her arms. Almost immediately he set he down and took a step back. “What did you just say?”
She nibbled her on her lip. Hadn’t the news said he was dangerous? And that he had escaped from an asylum a few days back? Oh great, this was just fabulous. First a mugger and now a nut job. Although if she thought about it they-
Her neck snapped back and forth as he shook her.
“Damn it woman! What did you just say?” he snarled.
“Your uncle is looking for you. That is, if you’re the guy that they’re talking about on the news. The one that escaped from-”

“GET OUT!!!”
Alana tried to make her face as non-threatening as possible. Who knew what would set this guy off. It was obvious he needed some help. Maybe she'd just tip off the police or something. She slowly walked out of the room.
“And don’t come back! Do you hear me? Don’t come back! And if you call the cops I swear I’ll hunt you down and rip out your throat!”
At that last threat Alana threw caution to the wind and started to run.



Caine took a calming breath. “Fuck,” he muttered massaging his forehead. He really needed to get a hold on his temper. It had never been a problem when he was in the asylum but now that he was out it seemed as if everything was bombarding him. And that woman, she made him itchy. There was something about her….
He blew out a breath and started to head to bed but thoughts of something happening to the woman kept intruding.
“Fuck it,” he snapped going with his instinct.

He knew she wouldn’t be that hard to follow. Her scent seemed to be imprinted on his brain. He just wanted to make sure she reached her house safely.