Welcome to the new installment of the Biting and Barking series. When we last left our supernatural babes, Jane and Maura finally came out to each other about their supernatural identities. As you may know, vampires and werewolves despise each other. There was a war many years ago and many people died. Their union is a conflict of interest and they are summoned by their higher powers. While being escorted by their friends Lynx and Adele, Jane devises a plan to escape custody and run from the supernatural authorities. Did their plan work? Reading Biting and Barking and the author's note at the end. Enjoy!

It was not unusual to find Michael Davis, a young and ambitious medical student, at the bar on a Friday night. It seemed like a good place to pick up women. The beautiful, goddess-like creatures that fell in his bed each night only served to sate the pain he felt over the abrupt of his first marriage. When his wife of a year handed him the divorce papers, he was more than shocked. Things seemed like they were going well. Sharon seemed happy, but apparently, that was not the case. As it always was in the movies, there was someone else. To this chagrin, it was another woman; a co-worker. It pained him to see the woman who he thought was the love of his life with another woman. He was not homophobic. His best friend growing up came out to them when they finished high school and he accepted, knowing that he was still the same person he'd known for so long. But, he never expected Addison to be competition for him. Little did he know, she was putting the moves on his wife whenever she wasn't making his life a living hell at work. As sad as he was, life was a bitch and not one he wanted in his bed each night. Each one-night stand buried his pain deeper and he intended to keep it that way.

Michael was a relatively attractive man. His body was toned from years of college and high school sports. His shaggy, blonde hair was cut and combed. He had a 400 watt smile that could send panties to the floor. Finding women to fuck senseless was not hard.

"Hey, check out the blonde at the bar." The sound of his friend's voice stole him from his thoughts. He turned to the bar and spotted the woman his friend was talking about. To say she was hot would be an insult. The blonde woman was beyond beautiful. His hungry eyes trailed over the curves of her body, imagining her writhing under his manly body. She made eye contact and the seductive smile that grazed her lips told him she was on the same brain wave as him. She finished her drink and sauntered out the bar like she was walking down a Paris runway. "Man, you need to hit that, like now."

"Don't worry, I plan to." He grabbed his coat and followed the mysterious woman out of the bar and onto the dark street. He saw her turn into an alley and called out, "Hey, wait up."

The dark passageway gave him goose bumps. Suddenly, following her didn't seem like such a good idea. A rush of cold air passed over his arms even though it was a warm, summer's night. When he turned to leave, a dark presence appeared over his shoulder.

"Leaving so soon," The silky voice purred. He turned to face her but found himself alone again.

"What the hell?" He spun on his heel to run before shit got to serious but collided into a petite body. He looked down at the beautiful blonde. She licked her lips hungrily. Like he was a thanksgiving ham waiting to be devoured. What kind of game was this chick playing? She grabbed hold of his collar and threw him into a nearby before covering his body with her own. Michael didn't know what was happening but it was hot. He could feel his pants tighten as she trailed her lips down his neck. She grabbed his hair and increased her access to his neck. He moaned at the feel of her hot tongue on his skin. Before he knew what was happening, she bit down on his flesh, breaking thick flesh.

Maura sighed at the salty taste. This man was a college student. His blood was saturated with alcohol, salty foods, and prescription painkillers. The taste was unpleasant but it would have to make due. She was alone and any blood was good blood. She only took enough to make him lightheaded. She finished and licked the wound clean. She would have to change her hunting ground. The cops, and anyone else after her, would make the connection between the night attacks and this area soon, if they were smart enough.

She adjusted her dress, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles, before stepping onto the street. Someone would find her night's meal soon. She looked up at the stars and wondered if Jane was looking at them as well. The unknown sent shivers down her spine.

After the night they tried escaped, she waited for hours. One hour turned to two and two turned to three and after 5, she began to lose hope. The sun was rising soon and while light did not affect her as a night walker anymore, she would rather avoid it anyway. She climbed down from the tree that provided her minimal shade and looked around. The rays of the sun peaked over the horizon and illuminated the forest. For miles, she saw nothing but tree. She did not hear anything or anyone. The burning in her throat and the churning of her gut worried her. She would need blood soon. Maura walked until she found civilization. She didn't have her ID or her credit cards.

She quickly realized that their plan was poorly thought out. They had nothing but the clothes on their back. She still had Jane's clothes. She held them tight and walked to the nearest coffee shop. She made use of her feminine wiles and charmed the wallet off a young barista. She bought a cup of coffee and left without looking back. She did the same thing with several business men before having enough money to rent a hotel and buy clothes.

That was a week ago. Each night that she went out in search of food, she looked for her lover. Each dark haired beauty that passed on the street stirred the endless pot of hope inside of her. One day, she would find Jane. She promised herself that.

Tonight was no different than the others. As she left the alley, a head of dark, curly hair turned the corner. Surged by the endgame of her goal, she rushed in her heels down the street. She watched as the figure turned down another corner. Maura ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

"Jane!" She turned the corner again and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Jane!"

A/N:

This story is going to be reader/reviewer driven. You have the option of sending requests or choosing one of the two prompts at the end of each chapter. The winning prompt (which will need at least 10 votes) will be used in the next chapter.

Chapter 1 prompt:

1. The mysterious woman is Jane and the two lovers are reunited in glorious smut

2. The mystery woman is not Jane but is supernatural and can lead Maura to Jane and help them leave the country.