Prompt 072

Title: Lycan Tales
Genre: Drama, suspense
Characters: Alana, Gregory
Prompt: 072~He
Word Count: 1,280-ish
Rating: PG-13
Type: Series
Summary: Plans go awry
Warnings: Language


Westfield residence, late Friday night

Peering through the window his body jolted when he saw the lone figure laying on the floor. Inhaling deeply a low growl worked its way up his throat. Something wasn’t right.

Reaching for the doorknob he hesitated before giving it a twist. It was locked. Shrugging he gave a sharp turn and the handle came off in his hand. Letting himself into the house he cautiously sniffed the air before shutting the door behind him.

Walking over he crouched over her prone figure. Putting a hand to her throat he felt for her pulse. It was slow and sluggish and her skin was coated in sweat. Realizing that she wasn’t going to wake up for awhile he decided to have a look around.

Standing in front of the table he stared at the pills that had spilled out of the bottle. Picking up an unopened one he read the label then glancing over as steady humming finally registered. Her laptop was still up and running. Placing the pill bottle back down he sat in front of the computer.

“Let’s see what she’s discovered,” he muttered. Clicking the mouse he saw that she had left several browser windows minimized. He clicked on the first then swiftly went through the rest. His hand trembled on the mouse as he realized what he was looking at…what he had scented in the air.

Walking into her room he crouched down and peered underneath of the bed. Seeing a suitcase he pulled it out then popping it open study the contents. Neat stacks of clothes, an envelope full of money, toothbrush, toothpaste…it looked as if she was prepared. Grunting, he snapped it closed then looked around the room. A plan began to form in his mind. It was crazy but at least it would be a start.

Taking the suitcase with him, he tossed it into the backseat before opening the car door. Sliding in he sat behind the driver’s seat and turned the ignition with the keys he had grabbed from the table by the front door. The car didn’t turn over. He pumped the gas and the tried the brakes.
“Brakes are good. Can’t say she got into an accident if they find the car,” he mumbled to himself.

Getting out he rounded the hood and popped it open. Bending down he fiddled with several components before dusting off his hands and slamming the hood back.
“That should do it.”
Peering around him, checking to make sure the coast was still clear, he loosened his muscles as he loped back into the house. He had to hurry. It was nearing dawn. He rummaged around the house until he had what he as looking for. Gathering the supplies he turned on the stove, thrust a towel into the flame and when it had caught he went from room to room. By the time he made it back to the living room the air was thick with smoke.
She was still passed out on the floor. Bending down he scooped her into his arms. Her head lolled on her shoulders and he stared down into her face until the smoke started to burn his eyes.



Caine had been thinking about Alana all day. He had kept trying to shove the thought of her from his head but had finally give in. He had just wanted a look, he had told himself. Just to make sure she was alright after their last encounter.
He had scented Dominica, Ethan’s mate, in the air the moment he had stepped into the house. She had been in close contact with Alana. He had recognized the name of the bottle of pills as well. Sophia was Dom's right hand man, or woman in this case, and those pills that they had given her weren’t what was described on the label. No, the pills they had given her were tranquillizers that were used when one of his kind needed surgery. But why would they give them to Alana unless…
He shook his head as he put her into the passenger seat. He didn’t have time to think right now. If Dominica knew about Alana that meant that Ethan knew about her. And that wasn't a good thing. For one she could accidentally lead Ethan to him and he wasn't ready to face him yet. And for another...he'd kill before Ethan laid a finger on her. Getting into the car he pulled out of the driveway. He looked over at her as her head hit the window.
She was going to be pissed about her house but he couldn’t let them know that he had been there. Gunning the engine he took off down the road.

Gregory stared as the flames licked at the house. He had waited until almost dawn to do the errand that Ethan had sent him on. He hated to be cliché and do things in the middle of the night. He prided himself on getting his prey regardless of the time or place. Obviously he had fucked up this time. Flames shot through the roof and he winced when the sirens pierced the silence of the morning. Turning, he went back to his car.

Greg looked down the road then slowly turned when a man cleared his throat.
“Yeah?”
“Is this your residence sir?”
“Nope.”
“Then might I ask what you’re doing here?” the fireman asked suddenly suspicious.
Greg shrugged his shoulders. “Sure you can ask.”
The silence stretched on until the man realized that Greg wasn’t going to say anything else. He eyed Greg until one of his companions yelled for him to get a move on.
Greg sat on the car and watched as they extinguish the fire. He sat as the police came and looked around the rumble. The only time he spoke was when a detective came over and began to question him. Greg dropped Ethan’s name and the detective quickly dropped his line of questioning.

Greg rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he heard claws clicking on the sidewalk. He didn't bother to look down. Corey, his brother, was never far from his side. He just preferred to stay in his wolf form.
“I’m screwed Corey,” Greg said when he padded up to him as the fire truck pulled away. He rubbed absently at his sore knuckles, he had an incident last night and still hadn’t fully healed. He sat and stared into space until Corey barked at him then sighing he slipped off the car and dug his cell phone from the front pocket of his frayed jeans. Grimacing, he punched in a number.

The phone rang for half a second before it was picked up.
“Is it done? How close are you from the meeting place?”
Never one to beat around the bush, something that made him very good at his job, Greg shrugged his shoulders. “’Fraid not.”
There was a beat of silence then, “I beg your pardon?”
“Someone got here before I did. The house is totally destroyed. I don’t even know if the girl is still alive. I have to dig through it all but it’s going to be slow work since so many people were here already. Do-”
“You incompetent fool! I trusted you to handle this for me! You’re supposed to be the best at-”

“Screw you Ethan,” Greg snarled. “I’m not part of your pack so I don’t have to take your shit! I am the best at my job. I’ve been taking down people that your pack couldn’t find since I was a pup. I'm the one you called when you needed all those still loyal to Bernard hunted down. Don’t you talk down to me.”
A snarl came from the other end of the phone before a silence fell.
“How long,” Ethan began in a strained tones, “Do you think it will take you?”
Greg shrugged. “I don’t do rush jobs. I’ll contact you when I have something. And Ethan?”
“Yes?”
That one word had been torn from the alpha and Greg had to smile. “Don’t send someone to check up on me. If you do our agreement is void and you can come out from your ivory tower and do the job yourself.”

Greg ended the call and was about to slip the phone back into his pocket when he turned and stared at the burnt shell of the house. He inhaled deeply then stiffened as a scent drifted to him on the breeze.