Salutations!

Okay a little bit of informational information for you before you read; The black cat is the medieval symbol for lust and I know because I did mah research.

Disclaimer: Once upon a time... I DIDN'T OWN DARKEST POWERS!

Foolish

Chapter Three

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Lust is what I speak tonight,
Lust is what I see tonight,
Lust is what I feel tonight,
And I Lust You.

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Books were his new favorite thing. No question about it.

Derek had been in the library for at least three hours, just sitting among the books and relaxing, breathing in their smell. Some of them smelt bad or old and caused him to sneeze but, mostly, they were good. They never talked to him and interrupted his train of thought, nor were they scared of him.

He had taken to reading the titles of the books after the first hour. Most of them were normal books, Westerns, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Romance, Action, etcetera. There were some seriously messed up titles, though, his favorite so far, and the one that had made him laugh out loud was;

"Games You Can Play with Your Pussy".

Dead serious, that was the title of the book. It was a paper back with the picture of a bored looking cat on the front. Personally, Derek figured they just kept it there for laughs because the book didn't seem to be read too much. The back-binding was still stiff and the book still smelt of glue, which usually went away the more you read the book.

After a few more giggles at the book's expense, he had continued the wander around the library, reveling in the quiet because even Tori's snores couldn't reach him here. He was happy that the wolf seemed to find the library boring and was silent, another reason for books being his new best friend.

Leisurely, he ran his fingers down the splayed spine of an old looking book, its title worn away by many years of reading, so many scents of so many different people on the book that they mingled. He pulled it out of the shelf and looked at the faded title.

An old mystery, that's all it was. Derek's eyebrows scrunched in confusion, wondering why it would be so thoroughly read if this was all it was. He flipped through the pages quickly, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. It did have a different smell though. Lavender.

Lavender and…

There was a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, too fast to be perceived. He whipped his head in its direction, sampling the air. All he could smell was the lavender. Even though his instinct told him "No!" he placed the book back in the shelf and slowly inched his way toward the movement.

When he got out of the aisle he looked back and forth. He saw nothing. Then it was there again, a quick flash then gone. He moved carefully towards it. At the end of the aisle, he came to a dead end. He had found nothing.

Derek sighed and turned to go back to the book. Then there was a meow. He froze and turned, looking down at a black cat sitting on top of a pile of books and looking up at him with freaky yellow eyes. Derek looked side to side again before backing up, knowing how well him and animals got along.

The cat just meowed again and stood up, stretching itself out, before hopping off of the books and walking away. Derek stared after it, in something relative to shock. The cat stopped and turned to him, meowing again. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the cat wanted.

Derek looked at it nervously, looked back down the aisle and then took a few careful and hesitant steps toward the cat. That was where he ran into trouble. The wolf came back with a snarl, warning him not to follow the cat. The trickster.

He had no idea what the wolf was talking about, but stopped moving nonetheless, because for as long as the wolf has been bothering him, Derek had learned one thing especially fast ;he was usually right about things like this.

The cat sat down and watched Derek. Derek watched right back, judging whether to walk away. Then the cat stood up and yowled.

Derek's world went black.

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He was running, and yet it didn't feel that way. His breath heaved out in a fast cadence and his tongue lolled around past his sharp canines. His paws thudded the ground and the moon behind the trees cast enough light to give the surrounding foliage an unearthly glow.

He ran up onto a rock jutting out over a ravine and took in a deep breath, the cold autumn air burning his lungs in a wonderful way. His nose caught the scent of a rabbit and his mouth snapped shut as he turned towards the smell. He tested the air again just to be certain it was alive yet and not some leftover kill from another animal.

It wasn't.

He turned quickly and resumed his run, this time in the direction of the rabbit. The wolf weaved around trees and bushes, leaped over felled logs and other obstructions in his path. The feeling of invincibility mingled with an explosive joy at being so free swelled to burst in his chest.

He slowed to a lope when the scent of rabbit got stronger, stopping and lowering onto his haunches when the prey came into view. It was huddled next to a ratty looking bush, sleeping. He closed his mouth and took a few careful steps forward. The wind changed and blew his own scent at the rabbit.

It opened its eyes almost immediately and sprung up, running away. The wolf bounded after it.

The hunt was on.

It was a short chase, the wolf over powering the rabbit in no time flat. He ran up alongside it and twisted his head sideways, snapping his jaws closed on the rabbit's neck. The rabbit made a distressed squealing noise as he squeezed, warm blood gushing into his mouth and staining the pelt around it. Then the neck snapped and the anxious sounds ceased.

The wolf released his prey and did a quick scan of the area before ripping into his prize. He devoured it and licked his jaws somewhat proudly. A breeze ruffled his fur around and brought with it a familiar smell, one that had the wolf's tail wagging happily as he trotted off to its source.

The trees grew more and more mangled as he walked, almost trying to force him into not going farther, but the wolf wasn't giving up. He fought his way through the flora with a determination that was almost frightening. The twisted trees suddenly broke through and then the wolf was standing in a circular clearing, surrounded by the same think and gnarled trees that he had just made his way out of, in the center sat a large rock. The wolf walked towards it.

Perched on the rock, facing away from him was a woman in a long white dress that seemed almost silver in the moonlight, bathing her in a harmoniously beautiful radiance. The wolf's black fur seemed an unholy black compared to this woman. He stopped and sat down, woofing softly to alert her of his presence.

The woman turned around to face him, smiling just as brilliantly as the clothing that adorned her slim figure. She jumped off of the rock, skirt sliding up slightly and revealing her bare feet that hit the ground in a spray of dew. She walked over to him and knelt, running her hands along his sides and head gently in a caress.

He whined quietly and nuzzled her cheek, tongue peeking out to lick her quickly, and his tail wagging sideways. Her smell washed over him, comforting and intoxicating. Then it was infiltrated by the smell of lavender.

A movement of black off to the side provided him with the vision of the same cat he had seen in the library. The wolf stood up quickly, moving the woman behind him and growling at the cat. The cat let a tinkling laugh echo out as it shifted, a shadow descending over it.

When the shadow cleared a woman dressed in black with eerie yellow eyes looked down at him. Tall, she was, with long silver hair, and a heavy application of blood red lipstick on plump lips. She was well adorned with some rather large breasts and a definite flair in her hips.

"Come now, Derek. There is no need for such…hostility." She purred out. The wolf's growling stopped abruptly as the sweet smell of the woman behind him left and he turned to see that the female herself had vanished. He turned back to the cat-woman who laughed daintily again.

"No worries, she was never really here." The black cat said again, voice like silk. She moved towards him gracefully. Her eyes smoldered as she looked down at the wolf. "This is but a dream after all. If you want her back," the woman said, eyes flicking to the right. The wolf followed her gaze and saw that the woman was back. She smiled down at him, blue eyes glowing. "You just have to think of her."

He didn't want to get near the woman now that he knew she wasn't real and instead turned to the cat, silently wondering what she was and how she got here. The cat flashed her eyes back onto him. "I am Lust, Derek. I bring you who you desire most." She explained, waving her hand towards the woman. "You desire Chloe and so she is here."

The wolf snarled defensively. Lust shook her head, holding up a hand. "You are the wolf Derek. Whom he lusts for, you do too." She once again returned her gaze to the woman. "Though, I must admit," She said, bringing her hand up to her face and cocking her head to the side as she studied the Chloe-illusion. "Most men I visit in dreams usually want their desires nude."

Lust flinched as he growled loudly. "I'm not trying to be offensive, I'm just stating that I find it somewhat …sweet that you just want your desire to be with you and accept you instead of naked and riding you." The wolf made a low rumbling sound that was reminiscent to a complaint. Lust laughed daintily. "I have no doubt the wolf thinks of her as his mate, Derek, and there's nothing wrong with that.

"But you are the wolf, as I have said before." She told him smiling crookedly and wrapping her arms around her chest. He was quiet, green eyes glowing in the moonlight, before uttering one grumble that could be used as a curse and pacing in a slow circle. "Accepting it will make this easier." Lust told him waving her hand at the woman again. "Or do you not want her?"Dream Chloe vanished.

The wolf sat there starting at the spot where she had been moments before, smelling the air for any traces of her and when he found none, looked back at Lust and lowered one ear, a high pitched whine issuing itself from his throat. Lust sighed and grumbled.

"Make up your mind, boy."

Then the Chloe was back and wrapping her arms around his thick neck in an embrace. Lust smiled and looked on sweetly. "You two make such a cute couple." She looked off to the side suddenly and appeared to be listening to something.

"I don't have much time left before you're supposed to wake up so what do you want her to do? Pole dance? Wrestle with another girl in whip crème?" The wolf sighed and turned his head into "Chloe's" arm. Lust rolled her eyes. "Or she could just hug you, I suppose." Then she turned away and muttered; "Party pooper."

He just stood up, Chloe letting go of him and smiling down at him while he gently took her sleeve into his mouth and tugged. The smile grew and she stood up, brushing off her white gown as she followed him. He went over to the rock and curled up at its base. Chloe sat next to him and stroked his fur.

The wolf closed his eyes lazily and tilted his head sideways so that his ear lay on her thigh. They sat that way for heaven knows how long, time only marked by the complaints of Lust and the steady stroke of Chloe's fingers down his back.

Then something was different. Darker, somehow.

The wolf opened his eyes and sat up his ears craning forward to catch any sound, still not sure what was off. He looked around. The forest seemed to have a veil pulled over it, darker and fuzzy. The wolf inhaled deeply, catching nothing but the scent of the two women in the clearing.

"It is time, Derek." Lust said, sounding sad and alluring at the same time. The wolf turned to look at her curiously. "Time for me to leave you." She said, turning her back to him and propping one of her hands on a hip. The wolf twisted his head around quickly to look back at Chloe, who was also looking confused.

"She must leave too," Lust was starting to sound far away. "But, Derek," He looked at her. She smiled. "The real thing would be better, don't you think?" she asked him, voice muffled, nodding towards the dream Chloe. He pulled himself to his feet and stood there, head cocked to the side and green eyes glinting at her in the darkness.

Lust rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Boy, if you only knew what she dreamed about when I visited her, you wouldn't be thinking that." And then she vanished. The wolf backed up, shaking his head back and forth.

"Derek?" A familiar voice echoed around him. The wolf twisted around to look at the dream Chloe, still sitting there and looking at him, but blurred. He whined.

"Derek?" Her voice was softer now and still echoed. She vanished. He was left alone in the dark, a lone wolf with no pack or place to call home…

"Derek!"

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Derek jerked away again when someone shook his shoulder and he grabbed onto the appendage. He looked around him curiously, noticing he was still in the library, the old and worn mystery book still in his hand. He lifted it up and looked at it curiously.

It didn't smell of lavender anymore.

"Hey, Derek? Could you let me go, please? It hurts…" Chloe's voice said in front of him. He whipped his head forward and saw he had the forearm wrapped in bandages clenched in his hand. Derek dropped it quickly and mumbled an apology. She just rubbed her arm and smiled at him.

He looked around his surroundings again. He could smell Simon in the room and knew they had come looking for him. Chloe had just found him first. Derek turned his attention back up to Chloe who was looking him over with her eyes.

"What time is it?" Derek asked her. She looked up at him and then looked down at a watch strapped to her wrist.

"It is…" she squinted at the numbers. "Quarter to noon." Then she looked back up at him. "Were you asleep this whole time? I thought you said you slept well." She was winding up to give him a lecture and Derek didn't really want that right now. He held up his hand and rubbed his temples like he had a headache, hoping she didn't take it offensively.

"Is there a reason that you came looking for me?" He asked her tiredly. Chloe looked him up and down then nodded and plopped back against the book shelf across from him.

"Andrew said he had something that he wanted to tell us. We had to wake Tori up, too." She flinched and rubbed her arm. "We really could have used you for that." Derek smiled and stood up stretching his arms above himself. They cracked in three different places and he winced.

From a few aisles down, Derek heard the sounds of his brother snickering as he said; "'Games You Can Play with Your Pussy'? God, Andrew is weird…"

I made it longer this time, was it good?

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