Prompt 054

Title: Lycan Tales
Genre: Drama, suspense
Characters: Caine, Alana
Prompt: 054~Too Much
Word Count: 2,247~ish
Rating: PG-13
Type: Series
Summary: Caine learns the consequences of ripping off band-aides
Warnings: Language, Violence



There was a leak in the roof. The steady plopping sound as the water hit the gathering puddle in the corner of the room and the incessant tapping of it hitting the roof were the only sounds in the house. It was slowly driving him crazy. Caine sat with his elbows on his thighs as he absently massaged his temples.
She hadn’t moved.
He’d brought her here over five hours ago and she still hadn’t stirred. He knew she hadn’t taken any of those pills. Her scent was as natural as always with just a hint of the vanilla soap that she used. The same scent that was imprinted on his brain. He had taken to breathing through his mouth but now his mouth just watered wanting to know what she tasted like. Stifling a groan his head shot up when she stirred.

He blew out a breath when she only changed positions before her breathing evened out. His eyes followed the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest and his hands curled into fists. His skin started to tingle and itch as if his fur was going to sprout while he was in human form. Absently he scratched at his arm as his eyes stayed glued to her breasts.
She had an amazing figure. Most of the clothes she wore covered her up completely but her pajamas were more revealing. And they weren’t even sexy. The top had drawn up a little showing a slice of her stomach. He wouldn’t mind dipping his tongue into her belly button. He bet that her scent was strong right there. And even more so farther down.
Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts he scrubbed a hand hard over his face before getting up. Adjusting himself he walked out of the room.

Caine’s body was slick with sweat before he rested back against the floor. He listened but all he heard was the sounds of rats in the wall and the birds outside. The rain had stopped and for this moment in time everything was clean and pure. He knew that wouldn't last. Staring up at the ceiling he tried to figure out why Ethan would want Alana. There had to be something. Maybe she knew something but…

Flipping over he started to do push-ups as his mind worked a mile a minute. If she did know something she didn’t know that she knew. He shook his head at that confusing thought. She kept to herself for the most part, only going to work and then coming back home to work on her Master’s. She had told him that when she used to come and visit him. She didn’t talk about her family that much but what kind of woman kept a suitcase packed and ready underneath of her bed?
He knew one thing. They couldn’t stay here much longer. The fire might have set Ethan back but not for long. And he still had to get rid of the car. Hell, he had almost wrecked the thing getting here. He'd always been interested in cars and read anything he could get his hands on about the inner workings of the machines. He’d never driven before but he’d watched movies so he thought it would be easy enough. He had been mistaken.
His muscles strained and pulled as he worked. He emptied his mind of everything except his hard breathing and through the pain his mind suddenly became crystal clear. A thought had just snaked into his brain but slipped away when a scream ripped through the air. In a smooth motion he hopped up and raced up the stairs.

“Oh my goodness! What in the world is going on? And why was I lying on that disgusting bed?”
A shudder went through her as she looked behind her to stare at the bed. There were all kinds of stains on that mattress and the pillows. Instantly her hands went to her hair as her scalp between to crawl. She spun around when she heard footsteps racing up the stairs. She scowled.

“YOU! What are you doing? I didn’t tell anyone about you living here. Why would you do this? What have you done? You didn’t…”
Her voice trailed off as she started patting at her body. Everything felt the same, sort of. She scowled. Actually everything seemed to be extra sensitive. Her skin, her sense of smell, her hearing. Her pj’s were irritating her skin and she was smelling things that she really wish she wasn’t. Not to mention-
She stabbed a finger in his direction as he came to a stop a few steps away from her. “What did you do to me?”
The corner of his mouth curled upward. “I didn’t do shit to you. I saved your life lady.”
She shook her head. “What are you talking about? Saved my life? My life was perfectly normal until I met you!”
She stopped talking when she realized that a growl had entered her voice. She cleared her throat and took a step away from him. After all, the man had escaped from a mental institute. She didn't know what could set him off. They stared at each other for a moment before Alana looked away. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she probably had bed bugs on her skin now she thought bitterly, as she turned away from him.

Caine heaved a sigh as she turned her back on him. She was probably scared and he guessed she had a right to be. He had ripped her away from everything she knew and she had woken up in a strange place. Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck he strove for soothing tones.
“Look Alana, you went to the doctor’s yesterday afternoon right?”
“Yesterday?”
“Yeah, you’ve been sleeping for awhile now. My guess it almost twenty-four hours. I picked you up early this morning and it’s almost five now. I don’t know-”
“I was just going to take a nap. I wasn’ that tired. I didn’t take any of those pills that Dr. Nasri gave me. Something seemed…odd about them.”
“Yeah, it’s a good thing you didn’t. Those pills would have knocked a hum-” He cleared his throat. “They would have knocked you out for at least two days.” He paused. “How are you feeling?”
“Like there are a million bugs underneath of my skin trying to get out,” she snapped. “What am I doing here…Duncaine isn’t it?”
“Most people call me Caine.”
“What am I doing here Duncaine? I want to go home.”
“Well, you see…”

Alana tapped her fingers against her shoulders as he talked casually about burning her house down to save her life. A buzzing started in her ears as he continued to talk about her doctor giving her those pills and something about someone named Ethan was probably looking for her. The name sounded familiar but she couldn’t remember as she suddenly lost her grip on her control and a growl ripped from her throat. She dazedly wondered why everything seemed so crystal clear as she spun around and lunged at him. They tumbled to the ground.

“I could kill you. That was my house. My house!” Her voice was barely recognizable as she squeezed her hands around his throat. He placed a hand on her arm and it seemed to her he caressed her skin before staring calmly up at her.

“Well, that explains it.”
It annoyed her that he seemed so calm while she was in turmoil. She wasn’t a violent person so why were her hands steadily squeezing his throat and a steady rumbling in her chest?
“What are you talking about?” she snapped.
“I wondered why Ethan would want you. He doesn’t usually pay attention to full humans but you’re not full human are you?”
She frowned down at him. “What are-”
Whatever else she was going to say was cut off when he shoved a hand in the center of her chest and sent her flying across the room. Her head hit the floor with a loud thunk. She shook her head and was getting ready to scramble to her feet when he landed on top of her.

Caine’s eyes slid closed as his body molded to hers. The planes and curves of her body seemed to match his. He growled and leaned down until he was whispering in her ear.
“If you want to kill me you’re going to have to take a number and get in line, princess. I could have killed you or left you to Ethan. After he was through with you I’m sure you would wish that someone had killed you. Now, we’re going to go downstairs and talk. I want to know about your family.”
He nestled his nose into her hair then sighed. “I am sorry that I got you involved in this,” he whispered.
“Would you get off me?” she snapped.
Getting up, he latched onto her wrist and tugged her down the stairs with him.
“Sit.”
"I'm not a dog!" She shoved up her glasses when he let out a rumbling laugh.

Alana stared down at her toes as she sat on the edge of the couch. Everything in this house was disgusting. And it smelled like rotting garbage. She didn’t know how he could stay here. And she didn’t have a house to go back to. She blinked back tears. She had just brought that bed set!
“Start talking.”
“What do you want to know?” she asked without inflection.
Caine frowned. “Jesus, it was just a house!”
Her head snapped up. “It was my house! I brought everything in that house and now, for whatever reason, I have nothing.”
“I grabbed your suitcase.” He blinked when she turned and looked at him with a wide smile on her face.
“You did? So everything wasn’t destroyed?”
Women were so weird, Caine thought as he shook his head.
She sagged back against the couch for a brief moment before straightening and making such a cute face of disgust Caine laughed but quickly covered it with a cough.
“Talk.”
She got up from the couch and started to pace. “Well, my mom was in the military. We moved around a lot, which is when I got into the habit of keeping a suitcase packed. Mom was pretty strict but we had, have, a close relationship. She was never one to laugh but she changed when my dad popped into town every now and again. She laughed so much but then she was depressed when he left.”
“Who was your father?”
She shrugged and touched the leaf of a dead plant on the fireplace mantel. It crumbled in her hand. “I just called him dad. I remember asking mom why dad didn’t live with us and she said he couldn’t. He had other obligations. I always figured he had a wife and my mom was the mistress. Then, suddenly, he stopped coming around when I was about fifteen. Geez, do you drink enough?”

Caine noticed that Alana was scratching at herself. He remembered that feeling. When it felt as if his skin was crawling. That happened when he was about sixteen, the year when pups are able to fully transform. He looked around the room and notice that there were a lot of bottles around.
“They’re not mine. The kids that sneak in here keep bring them.”
“Is that a Ouija board?” she asked as she took a quick step back.
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Why would you invite spirits into your house?”
“It’s just a game, princess. And besides, I have enough ghosts. A few more won’t matter. Are you hungry?”
Her stomach growled loudly and she ducked her head as he laughed.

“You don’t have any food in here,” she said as they stood in the kitchen.
“Nah, electicity isn’t working and even if it was I wouldn’t use it. That would draw attention that I don’t want.”
“So how are we going to eat?” she asked irritated. It felt as if she hadn’t eaten for days.
Duncaine walked in front of her and she frowned as the air seemed to crackle and spark.

A blinding light made her blink and when she looked again he was…glowing? Take a hasty step back she swallowed and then her eyes rolled back.

Caine shook his head and snorted when he looked down. He had heard the thump and knew what had happened. He inwardly grinned. She was going to have another fit when she woke up. Hopefully it would be awhile.

Turning he trotted out the door and raced down the block. There was a pizzeria a few blocks down. He’d just snatch a box from the delivery boy and be back before she woke up.

Caine walked back into the house and put the pizza on the stove. Alana wasn’t on the floor but he knew she was still in the house. Her scent was still too strong for her to have disappeared.
“Look, I’m sorry that I startled you but I hate beating around the bush. I treat everything like it’s a band-aide. The best thing is to rip it off quickly and be done with it. I’ll explain everything after-”

He spun around when he heard footsteps behind him. The empty fire extinguisher hit him on the temple.
“Fuck me!” he roared as he stumbled backward
Alana swung the extinguisher again and clipped him on the forehead and watched in satisfaction as he hit the ground.
“I think that’s going to need a band-aide,” she said before dropping the extinguisher by his head. The hollow sound of it hitting the ground hadn’t even faded before she was racing out the door. She had grabbed her suitcase earlier and had been looking for the keys when she had heard him coming into the house. Scrambling into the car she shoved the keys into the ignition. Once the car started she peeled out.