Rebel Love
The Meeting
As night fell across the land, you could hear every clan shouting at the top of their lungs. I sigh heavily, "Sam, is everyone ready for the meeting?"
Sam, my brother and co-leader, walked up with all the grace of a tiger, "Yes, but Jo is still too sick to move." a low guttural growl escapes me, I hate seeing my Clanmates hurt!
"Alright; then let's get ready to go." my Clan controls a large area of land north of the only human city left, the city of Mithlond.
The monthly meeting between the four Clans that controlled the valley was a time for peace and friendship normally. However the Werewolf pack Castiel leads, live on the opposite side of the valley. They were growing restless and confrontive with the Vampire Clans that controlled the rest of the valley. This meeting will be the most important yet in keeping peace in the valley. "All right everyone let's move out!" I yell, the Clan sweeps from the camp into the large clearing where the meeting's are generally held.
"Greetings!" called Joey, leader of the Clan that lived west of mine, " Dean! How has your Clan been? Have you met my mate Jerry? Is Sammy doing good? What about Bobby? He was always such a crazy guy!" as always the energetic leader left me confused but smiling as the other vampire pulled a handsome, grey-haired vampire into the conversation.
"Greetings" the man nodded, smiling warmly at me, clutching the laughing vampire leader to his chest before kissing him.
"How has your clan been, Joey?" I ask, unable to sit still really.
"Same old..same old. Those wolves have been getting on my nerves though." the other leader bared his fangs.
A slight shiver runs up my spine, I've heard tales of the small leaders' legendary protectiveness of his Clan, "Which Pack is bugging you the most?" I casually pace in front of Joey.
"That werewolf pack!" Joey bursts out angrily, slamming his fist into a nearby boulder.
"Castiel's?" I ask, cocking my head to the left a bit.
The werewolves have been feisty as of late but I didn't know they were being belligerent enough to anger the other Clans like this. "Yes! I caught three of his pups hunting on my land! Can you believe it? I dragged them back to their leader myself!" Joey bares his fangs and growls.
"Well we're going to have to discuss this at the meeting then." I call out for Sam to help keep everyone calm as the scent of wet dog filled our noses, "Son of a bitch..." I press my nose into the sleeve of my jacket hoping the smell would go away. I turn, watching as a number of small, lithe shapes emerge from the woods. Unlike the Vampires, few of the Wolves went to talk with the other Clans. One of the few that do is a shortish wolf who I happen to know is named Gabriel. However most stay tight-knit together, watching us.
Castiel, the Wolves leader, changes back into his human form, stalking up to the other leaders. Megan, the leader of the eastern Clan, greets Castiel with a sort of more friendly kiss, "Where's your last Clan Vamps?" her words reek of venom.
I close my eyes and try to focus on Duncan's Clan of rebellious Vamps. I hear obscure shouting, limbs breaking off and the ocassional fallen Vamp landing on the rougher ground below. "They're coming, dog." I sneer, baring my fangs.
"Dean!" Sam hisses, "Seriously? Bobby even said that one wrong move and we're all fucked!"
"Sammy, not now! Plus Duncan and his guys are here anyways." I say as a head of jet-black hair flies past and lands mere inches in front of Castiel.
"So where's the party at?" his body is clothed in dark, rough material that definately is flexible because he suddenly crouches and smirks, "DEAN! Didn't know you'd bring snacks!" he bears his blood-red gaze on me and I back away. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sammy, Joey, and the other Vamps shift defensively, watching Duncan carefully.
Duncan is notorious for his snarkiness and attitude along with his jet-black hair and deep blood-red eyes, "Duncan...seriously? Whatever happened to trying to keep peace between each other?" I run a hand through my hair and try not to breathe in the scent of wet dog and fresh Vamp blood that stained the front of his shirt.
"Who's the main leader?" a very pronounced voice silences all small talk, "Well, who is it?" I turn my head and meet the most piercing blue eyes that belong to Castiel, the Leader of the Wolves.
"I am." I step forward and shove my hands in my pockets, "Whatcha need dog?" I try to act cool.
"May we speak in private?" he nods his head in the direction of my cabin.
"Dean..." I hear Sam whisper.
Ignoring Sam, I shrug my shoulders and lead the way, "Why-"
He grabs my chin and violently jerks my head to the side, "Dean Winchester; the infamous bad boy of the North..." I feel my fangs bite into my lower lip, breaking skin, "Hungry? Pissed? Aroused?" Castiel lets me go and I rub my jaw.
"Son of a bitch... You're lucky I heal fast dog!" I spit.