Prompt 068

Title: Lycan Tales
Genre: Drama, suspense
Characters:Caine, Alana, Greg
Prompt: 068~Storm
Word Count: 1,756~ish
Rating: PG-13
Type: Series
Summary: What calm before the storm?
Warnings: Language


Caine came to with a jerk. Blinking blurry eyes he tried to remember why he was on the floor. Gritting his teeth when he his head started to throb he slowly got to his feet. He looked down when his foot hit against something hollow. As he stared down at the extinguisher it all came rushing back to him.

His hand flew to his head and he winced as he pushed against the hard knot poking up from his scalp.
“Motherfucker! That…that woman hit me with that fucking thing!” he snarled. He poked at the knot some more.
“And she hit me fucking hard. What was she trying to do? Knock my brains out? Jesus Christ!”

He pulled his hand away from his head and inspected it. He was surprised to see that his hand wasn’t smeared in blood. It felt as if she’d taken off a chunk of his scalp. And what had he done that so bad that she felt she had to clobber him? He would think the woman would want to know what she had gotten involved in. What was the point of pussyfooting around when-
He spun around and lifted his nose in the air. Her scent was still strong in the house but she wasn’t here.
“FUCK ME!!” he yelled to the ceiling then winced when his head started to throb even more.
She didn’t know what was going. She could land right in Ethan’s lap like a present on Christmas and she wouldn’t know. What if something happened to her? He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to her. She was too full of hope, of innocent dreams, for her life to be stifled.
“Christ!”
Scrubbing a hand over his face he was startled to feel it covered in his sweat. He suddenly realized he was taking great big gulps of air and his body was…changing? Without him even thinking about?
“What the hell?” he panted as his body stiffened.

The familiar rush went through his body. His dad had tried to explain it to him before his first change. It was like sticking a finger in a light socket and being electrocuted. Except this was like a hundred volts coursing through his body. After the first time it was painless but…it wasn’t so painless now. It felt as if someone had taken his dick, stuck it in the socket, doused him in water and then proceeded to poke him with a hot iron as the electricity when through his body.

He tried to howl but the only thing that came out was a pathetic whimper, a whimper that he would have been ashamed of under normal circumstances but right now was he was thankful he could make a sound at all. A brilliant burst of light lit the room nearly blinding him. His knees finally gave out on him and he fell to the ground to curl into a ball as tremors wracked his body. He didn’t know how much time passed before his body fell limp. Lying there, panting, he suddenly became aware of two things.
One, he prayed to God he never had to do that again and two..

Standing, he tilted back his head and let out a gut wrenching howl. This is what all the other packs feared. This is what was whispered about the Lancaster pack. This was the 'Other', the something more, that no one could explain and few could achieve. Shaking himself he narrowed his eyes as he inhaled deeply.
It was time to move on. He couldn’t stay in this house anymore. Sooner or later Ethan would find it. He had to find someplace else to hunker down. But, first and foremost, he had to find his mate. He let out a groan as he finally acknowledged what he had been avoiding.
Thankful that he had shoved some of the journals into her suitcase he loped out the door.

He didn’t even look back as he ran out the yard and down the sidewalk. And before he knew it everything was a blur as raced down the sidewalk, making sure to keep close to alleyways and dark spots. Inhaling deeply he locked onto her scent and followed it.

“Just get away from the city. Get away from the city and the nut jobs. Everything will be fine. Fine, fine, fine.”
Alana gripped the steering wheel as she pressed the gas pedal down to the floorboard. Looking into the rearview mirror she bared her teeth in a sickly grin as she left the city limits. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she had enough money in her suitcase for at least three months and if she ran out of money she could sell those medical journals that had somehow ended up underneath of her clothes.
Her vision blurred for a moment and she let out a small shriek as the wheels of the car bumped against the curb.
“Get it together,” she snapped to herself as she straightened the wheel. Reaching up she pushed up her glasses. They immediately slid back down because of the sweat.
“I’m just nervous is all. I mean, who wouldn’t be nervous after seeing what I saw? It’s not possible. That’s something that only happens in movies.”
But just to be on the save side she was getting the heck out. Black people and blondes were always the first to die and there was still so much that she wanted to do.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as the city faded from view and the road stretch before and behind her. She snapped on the radio, apparently Duncaine was good with cars because before her radio had been busted, and hummed along with the music for awhile. She didn't realize she had dozed until the tires hit the curb again. Why was she so tired, she wondered as she rolled down the window. She had slept for twenty-four hours straight and she was still tired?
“…you’re not full human are you?”
She stiffened as Duncaine’s voice floated into her head. Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what he’s talking about,” she growled.“I’m as human as the next person.”
Before she knew it her eyes had grown heavy again. She reached up to slap at her face but let out a shout when an animal crossed her path. She tried to swerve around it but over corrected instead. She closed her eyes when her car flew over the curve and she saw the trees rushing toward her face.

Her body flew forward and her head smacked against the steering wheel. Her mouth instantly filled with blood. Just as suddenly as her body had shot forward it was yanked back . Her airbag deploying snapped her glasses in half and she threw up her arms as she heard glass break. Shards bit into her arms as she felt the car hit a tree. She heard a loud crunch and then a loud screech as metal rubbed against concrete.

She didn’t know how far the car slid but she was conscious for every moment of it. Finally there was silence. She let out a groan then stiffened when she scented gas and suddenly heard a roar as flames ignited.
“Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!” she chanted as she tried to scramble out of the car. She had to get out.

As she pushed and pulled her body, trying to squeeze out from the accordion that used to be her car, she could feel the flames. She could feel them. Tears started to leak out of her eyes. She was going to die and she hadn’t even lived yet. At that thought she suddenly received an inhuman burst of strength. Shoving herself out of the driver’s seat she squeezed through the broken windshield, ignoring the shards of glass that pierced her skin. Letting out a sob of relief she stumbled several feet away from the car before she tripped and fell. She lost consciousness before she even hit the ground.

Greg pushed through the woods. He had been following her scent all day and had just reached the house when he saw her fly out. He had debated for a moment whether or not to go into the house but then remembered Ethan’s orders. Find the girl. So, he had followed her and had worriedly watched her swerve on the road until something had startled her so badly to make her have this accident. He kneeled down beside her.
“Like fucking manna from Heaven,” he said as he pressed a finger to her pulse. It was strong.
Shifting, he grunted as he lifted her up into his arms. He turned to take her to his car but stiffened when a scent wafted up to him. Bending down he inhaled deeply then shook his head.

He stood with her in his arms for a moment. It couldn’t be. He hadn’t been seen in ten years then all the sudden Greg couldn’t turn a corner without hearing something about him. Without seeing his face on a fucking milk carton. And now this woman had his scent all over her. Impossible. He couldn’t have…he wouldn’t have…would he?
He stood there undecided before shrugging and headed deeper into the woods. He had camps everywhere. It was easier to camp out than to stop and find a hotel every night.

With more gentleness than he realized he was capable of Greg dropped her down into his make shift lean-to and the adjusted the roofing so the tattered hole wasn’t right over her head. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to keep the rain from getting on her. He bent down again and inspected her wounds. Those were going to hurt like a bitch when she woke up, he thought before straightening.

Walking over to the empty barrel he tossed in some dried leaves and lit the fire. He poked at it for a moment, bringing it up higher, until he could feel the warmth. Hopefully she could too. It wouldn’t do for her to catch something and die. Not that many of their kind died from a common cold but since half breeds were still rare he couldn’t be sure.

Heaving a sigh he perched his ass on the rocks next to the lean-to. Crossing his legs he briefly tapped his fingers on his thigh as he settled himself.
Now, all he had to do was wait. It wouldn’t be long now. Not long at all.