Pairing: Zeke/casey Zeke/miss Burke
Rating: PG13
Summary: Zeke has been turned (werevamps), but he wont follow the rules of the council(werevamps). Instead he wants to rule the roost and find a mate.
Disclaimer: I don't make money from this. The characters are from the faculty and owned by the makers.
Zeke had always thought Miss Burke was one of those sweet things. Someone who was kind, gentle and submissive. He wasn't sure what part of him needed to be dominant in every situation, but he did. That's the way it had always been, whether it be in love, class, sex or friends. His therapist (a once time thing a few years back, taken as substitute to police custody) blamed his absent control freak mother. However whilst Zeke could see the logic in this, he adamantly refused to think his mother had any effect on the developing of his character. Fuck her. But the girlish Miss Burke had tricked him, and this pissed Zeke of to no ends. He prided himself on being able to read characters, yet he had been fooled by someone he should hold in contempt. She showed initiative and self dependence which had been hidden by a mousy exterior. Thus this fucked up situation came about. He was now an Alpha werevamp, and he'd be fucked if he even knew what that was.
Zeke stretched out on his mattress of twigs, and mused as to why all supernatural phenomena's, except alien take over occurred in forests, it was damn uncomfortable. He yawned and marveled at the shades of colour he could now see in the dark, as a practicing optimist, he could at least say he had gained something. Unfortunately he had also gained fangs and a hell of a lot of hair. He knew this was temporary. Miss Burke had explained it all; he would slowly return to himself over the next week and then at every full moon (yet again supersticious clichés won) he would change. She had lured him to the wood with promises of fire lit cabin, champagne and roll about on soft rugs. Instead she had changed into a werevamp, then the mad bitch had bitten him. Whilst lying in a ball, with pain raking his body she had begun a studious monologue on their "kind", he hadn't heard much, but he caught the gist to the first part. She was a beta wolf in need of an alpha, apparently the urge to settle wasn't dominated by humans. He being a loner no one would apparently miss made him an ideal Alpha and the council of werevamps had accepted her forms to create him. She had ranted on about the council for sometime but it was around then that he succumbed to the pain and blacked out.
It was at this moment that it occurred to him that he knew fuck all about anything relating to his circumstance. Rolling of the ground he levered himself of his feet. He became aware of three things, 1. he could recognise the sent of Miss Burke, 2. Miss Burke was getting closer and 3. fuck was he hairy.
"I see you have woken. I was expecting to wake you up long before, I've never made another, I was worried" Zeke flinched as she reached towards him.