Author's note: FF is my quick getaway to the fantastical. I can't even explain how great it feels to be back. This has been in the works for a long time. It wouldn't have been possible without my eagle eyed beta and gal pal, . I am crazy exited to share it.

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Eric

Chapter 2

Disruption

I flicked my wrist and before the movement was even completed, Thalia vanished. The only indication that she had been on the scene was the sound of the mobile home crashing as it was tossed onto its' side. It was enough to disorient and wound, but not kill the humans inside. With a heedless laugh, she then dropped into the over-turned trailer. She was careful to close the door behind her.

I lifted the truck adjoining the trailer and launched it. I then kicked in the front window and joined Thalia. The humans were screaming and attempting to reorient themselves. Both of the Weres were in mid-shift. It was all out chaos, and Thalia was laughing, loving every minute. I located my targets. The kidnapped vampire was being kept under a bunk bed in the back.

With the jolt of the vehicle the wounded vampire had become wedged between a wall and under a metal cabinet. He was wrapped in silver from head to toe and couldn't move. He was burning while being crushed. I freed his upper body when the crackle of gunfire told me the humans had found their footing and joined the fray. A bullet hit Thalia in the thigh.

"Human cowards with your guns! You fuckers never learn!" She hissed. It was the most I had heard her say in months.

She used the tan Were she had been pummeling as a shield for the follow-up shots. Judging by the sizzle of flesh and her snarl, the bullets were silver. The fight could no longer be contained here.

I let my powers unfurl. It felt the same as always. The scene slowed down and, in this frame, even other vampires looked as though they were in slow motion.

There was a difference between me as a vampire and "my vampire" that existed beneath all the layers of sophistry and pragmatism. Vampires are nothing but a raw mass of predatory instinct. Your Maker was able to leash the most feral aspects until you learned to hide it on your own. No matter how much time passed that part of us never waned. It was something you couldn't hide forever. It was a wild animal who was too powerful to remain caged for long. That was why vampires loved a good fight. It was an appropriate time to unleash a part of us that wasn't conducive to our day-to-day survival.

These humans stood no chance. My right hand flicked at the human who had fired upon Thalia. The bullet jammed in the barrel.

What I really wanted to do was pull off all their heads. Instead, I waved my hand and tore off the trailer top. Like puppets whose strings had been yanked with excessive force, the Weres and the humans propelled out of the opening. I faced the wounded vampire. "Can you drink?" I asked.

He was uncertain but when I placed the cooler of his blood beside him, he dug in. I gave him the entire supply his captors had in the refrigerator knowing it still wouldn't be enough to heal but enough to keep him from the veil. It was a testament to how much damage he had sustained. With the amount he gorged on he still looked like shit. Silver poisoning was just the beginning of his worries. He was missing several fingers and toes.

"Stay here."

He dropped the bag of blood and clutched at my arm. He tried to speak though nothing came out but a parched scraping gurgle. Obviously he had done a great deal of screaming. He shook his head furiously and hung on tighter.

I smiled and cupped his face. He was young when he had died so he wasn't too far into this undead life. That and his ordeal explained his response to touch.

"This will not be your last moon," I told him. "I swear it."

He let go and I took to the air immediately. By the smell of blood, I knew Thalia had gotten her hand on a knife. It wasn't hers. She had been banned from having them on her person. She was whistling as she went about her business. I followed the scent and the distinct flavor of blood. Despite having fed not too long ago or not needing much blood anymore, it still made me hungry. I shook the thought aside to take full inventory.

The humans were lined in a neat row. They were all sporting slashes on their Achilles heels. I had to laugh. Having caught the sound, Thalia looked at me with a big bright smile. It made her look like the dainty creature she had been in life. "People seldom understand that joke," she said, dragging the tan Werewolf to add to her ever-growing pile.

I rolled my eyes. Looking at her you would never believe she was sentimental. Thalia was Greek, and so was the infamous Achilles. If you didn't get her joke, she would only explain it while slicing you up. Nothing was that funny.

"Where is the other one?" I asked.

"He ran toward the highway," She said, pointing north.

We'd made a good haul for our kind but I wanted to make it complete. There would be two Were pelts to go along with human remains. "Call Pam," I told Thalia. "Have her send the clean up crew and extraction. Take extra care with the one back there. He has my word."

The nod she gave me was different from the one she had given me a few minutes ago. With that, I was off into the night sky again. Thalia already had her phone in hand relaying the message. This was the calmest anyone would ever see her. Yes, it took a silver bullet and good fight. Then again, I hadn't accepted into her into my Area thinking the moon shone out of her ass.

It didn't take long to find the Were that had escaped the scene. The vehicle he had arrived in had been destroyed. It hadn't taken him long to find another and he was weaving through lanes on the highway with reckless abandon. It would be useful if I knew where he was headed. That would have helped me uncover a pack of 'V' users. If I was fortunate enough, I might find countless other dealers and suppliers.

Resolved, I followed from the air at a closer distance than normal. The heavy rain had turned into a deluge. It was compromising my vision so I knew the Were wouldn't get far. There was no rush, the night was young. I knew what car he was driving. Even if by some chance he abandoned it or found another he was bleeding and I could smell Thalia on him. From up in the air, I saw the collision before I even heard the screeching of brakes and crash of metal on metal.

I was first on the scene and, by the looks of it, everyone was dead. The Were's head was smashed against the driver's side window and his neck was jutting out at an odd angle. He was definitely dead, a mercy he didn't deserve. The car he had hit was an old yellow heap. The driver had her beautiful face introduced to the windshield with enough force to send her halfway through it.

I had no idea how she was still conscious. Blood was gushing from her so profusely I couldn't see the wound just that it was on her forehead. It was pouring out as if through a sieve covering her face almost entirely obstructing everything but her arresting eyes. Her expression was dazed but her eyes never wavered from mine as she bled out.

In all my years, in every color I've dabbled with, I can't say I have ever seen anything like them. They weren't turquoise or sea foam. I looked closer and couldn't even begin to ascertain if she had more blue than green in her eyes. I didn't know I'd made the decision to save her until I had her in my arms. With a quick glance at the Were's license plate I left, taking the enigmatic-eyed woman along.

Most sheriffs made their personal homes the headquarters for their Area. It was cost effective and it gave them a direct line of sight on all visitors who came and went. I wasn't that hard up for cash and I had enough people watching my boundaries. There was a small apartment complex not too far from Fangtasia. It was the location I used to conduct my affairs. It was also where I kept prisoners such as the drainers and people in need, for instance, Caleb, their only surviving victim.

I took the human woman to my house. The blood I'd given her had stopped the bleeding but she was unconscious. I didn't want to give her more until her pulse stabilized; otherwise I ran the risk of turning her. Not only did I not want that, I didn't have the express written permission of my very bitchy Queen.

Having me dunk her in a tub didn't wake her. I meant to just clean her face but I removed her clothing because it was also destroyed. The thought of her nudity hadn't been a factor but getting her naked told me that I'd been correct in my guess. She was beautiful! It was more than the dangerous curves of her body or the ethereal flow of her wet flowing hair.

Asleep, she radiated tranquility and exquisiteness that should not be possible. It set her apart, marking her as entirely other. I couldn't even begin to understand it. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with the need to... Her pulse stabilized and I gave her more blood. The gash on her head went from an angry, puckered line to smooth, sun-kissed skin.

I had nothing for her to change into so I wrapped her in a towel and laid her in bed, my bed. I was lying beside her when the question entered my mind. What are you doing? The answer was simple. I hadn't the slightest clue. It wasn't enough stifle my desire to see what lay beneath. I had dozens of other things I should be doing. Without a doubt, they were a hundred times more important than sitting on my bed watching and waiting for her to awaken.

To assuage my logical side I coordinated with my vampires to assure that the cleanup of the tonight's events was progressing. I also had the presence of mind to have the accident scene doctored to deflect any undead involvement. The vampire we had rescued was being relocated to my Area apartment complex. Thalia was in good mood. The humans and the Weres had already been relegated to Pam's interrogation skills. It left me with nothing to do but watch the woman in my bed.

I felt emotion churning through me when she began to stir. It was her emotion. Giving her blood made me privy to them but there was more. I had been so intently focused on her that my own emotions were a part of the massive flood. It created a tangled mixture of anticipation so strong it was painful and a desire so fierce that refusal would be worse than death.

This was more than being able to feel my blood circulating in her body. It was more than attraction. It was a hunger of the soul; raw and devastating. I knew what was happening and the knowledge helped me make sense of it, yet it also warned me that my fate was sealed. I couldn't be saved. Her eyes blinked slowly focusing on me.

I then fell even deeper into a place where nothing and no one else mattered. Just like that a thousand years of solitude had come to sudden and absolute end. Without a drop of her blood, without knowing her name, or another single thing about her, I felt that truth rock the very core of the creature in me. I was night and she was day. My moon belonged to her sun. She was my mate.