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CHAPTER TWO

Blake had gotten back to Mae's home just before sunrise. The news report on the television had already caught wind of the man's brutal murder. She'd merely scoffed. He'd attacked her and once she was an animal whatever she did was on impulse, she could not control it and as such did not wish to.

The piece of scum deserved nothing less in her opinion. Now she stood in the bookstore of the town that Mae lived on the outskirts of, searching for something interesting to read. She was several hours away from the pack and that meant Blake was able to leave the house and not run into any of them.

A smell made her look up and as she looked to her left, she was greeted with the sight of a tall blonde man, looking over the books in his aisle. Wait?! His face. She felt the hair on the back of her neck rise suddenly. She was standing barely twenty feet away from a Vampire. When she glanced back to where he had been, having looked down slightly, she found he'd disappeared. Not paying too much attention to what she was doing, she reached for a book just as another hand did.

Leaning down slightly, her eyes widened as she looked at the man who had last night saved her and was now watching her closely. When she tried to pull the book away, he gripped it tighter. She growled. He smiled suddenly, chuckling at her reaction and let the book go. How much of a coincidence could it be that she had met the same Blood twice in only the span of about twelve hours? And, first he had saved her and now it was like he had followed her purposely. She looked around at the mortals who crowded the store and sighed heavily. Maybe her nerves were just a side effect to her heat cycle.

- - -

As she pulled her glasses out of the plaid messenger bag hanging across her chest and on her right side, Blake sighed.

Fixing them on, she put the case in her bag and opened up the book. Despite her very high senses as a Lupine, her human eyesight was not something she was proud of. The gold letters across the front read "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare. Even though her entire attention was on the book, Blake managed to walk across a pedestrian crossing and down the somewhat crowded street all without running into anything or anyone for that matter.

Coming to the last street of the small country town that Mae lived on the outskirts of, she turned down it. A strong smell invaded her senses and she stopped. She had smelt it last night- in the city. Glancing round, she saw an empty street both ways and nothing was visible in the thick forest that bordered the other side. Sighing, she turned to start walking again.

"Well- you shoulder have worn those glasses last night, little she-wolf. You may have been able to see your prey better."

Her head snapped upwards suddenly and that's when she saw him. Brown eyes turned silver and she glared at him. Sitting perched up on the large brick wall with his elbows resting on his long legs, a smile on his face.

Hang on a second- Since when did Bloods ever come out ain daylight. They should be burnt to a crisp. Right? "Go away, Blood," she snapped.

"Oh she's feisty," he chuckled, sitting up a little straighter. "Now, now little she-wolf, you shouldn't treat your rescuer so coldly. Next time I might not try and save you."

She rolled her eyes. "You did not save me, Blood you merely prolonged a man's life. That bullet wouldn't have hurt me," she snapped.

A cunning smirk appeared on his face and he jumped down from the wall with all the gracefulness of a cat. "Oh I forgot that dogs can survive normal bullets."

Heaving a large sigh, she threw her hands up. He just stood there with his arms folded over his chest, never once moving to attack her. Nevertheless, Blake kept her hackles raised and a deep glare on her normally angelic looking face. "What're you following me?!" she demanded suddenly.

He just tilted his head slightly and Blake watched as he openly sneered at her while looking her over. Blake folded her arms across her chest. So if he wasn't here to kill her then what was he up to? John had always taught her to be wary of everybody in case they tried anything. This man was a Blood.

Their enemy and yet here he stood, all calm and collected, talking to her like it wasn't endangering his life.

"I was just curious."

"About?" she pressed, raising one eyebrow.

"Why they let a little she-dog like you, who is clearly in heat and very young, out all on her own," he replied and took a step towards her. She watched him as his canines grew suddenly. "It's a dangerous world out here for such a little dog like you."

She growled, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Just as he made to say something, a voice broke their conversation. "Blake- you must not-" She turned sharply and didn't him slip between the wall and the building as Mae appeared round the corner.

"Mae I was- coming home-"

"Dearie, you mustn't stay out long. John might catch you. Even this far away."

Blake looked around for the Blood. "I doubt he'll come near here. Its too close to the Blood territory."

"Yes, but you're heat cycle will draw him and others like a moth to a flame."

"I should kill you both now for being here." She turned to find the Blood reappearing from his hiding place.

She was grabbed suddenly and she gasped in shock as Mae pulled a gun out of her handbag. It shocked the hell out of her but she didn't expect anything less from the overly protective woman.

The tall, fair-haired Blood chuckled and held his hands up in an 'I surrender' type of gesture. "I didn't know Granny would be packing heat," he joked.

Blake smiled slightly at the joke, admitting to herself that it was pretty amusing. Before Blake could blink, Mae fired and the Blood had disappeared. As Mae took her hand, Blake glanced around, hoping he was still somewhere near by. He intrigued her for a Blood.

- - -

When they finally got back to the cottage where Blake was staying for the few days away from the Pack, Mae made sure to lock the doors and shut the curtains. "Mae, what are you doing? He didn't follow us."

The elderly Lupine looked at her young charge and shook her head. "What were you doing before I found you?"

Blake stared at her incredulously. "Nothing. I went and brought a book to read. He was sitting on the wall when I walked past. He was just wondering why I was on my own."

Mae didn't look so pleased and Blake in turn frowned. "Mae, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, dearie, just go and read your book." Blake did as she was told as Mae sat down near the window and peeked out through the curtains every few minutes. It was odd behaviour for the normally docile woman but didn't question her. Heading for the tiny bedroom that was hers, she curled up in the bed and snuggled in for the afternoon to rest before tonight. However her thoughts strayed once in a while to the tall, blonde saviour from last night and she wondered why, with what she was and what he was, he had not attacked her.

Better yet, why had she not attacked him?