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Chapter Four
Jade parked in front of her house and stepped out of the car, only to find a large, heavy set man standing in front of her. Jade glanced to either side and saw that six other men were with him, all built along the same lines. "Hello Mark." Jade said stiffly. "What can I do for you?" She hated being polite, but Mark was a centuries old Alpha. As werewolves grew older they gained more control over their transformations. The oldest of them, like Mark, could transform at any time without the full moon, even in full daylight. She wouldn't let this stop her normally, but she was weakened by the daylight even if it didn't burn her like a newborn.
"You have a werewolf in your house." Mark growled. "An Alpha."
"Yeah. So what?"
"She was turned by members of my pack. So that means that you're holding a member of my pack prisoner."
"She isn't my prisoner." Jade growled, glaring up at him. Mark was three inches taller than her, and she hated it.
"Then why is she in your house?" Mark demanded, taking a step forward.
"She's my friend." Jade told him, not moving a muscle. "I'm showing her the ropes of this new world." When Mark growled at this information, Jade rolled her eyes. "Keep your skin on. Besides, why do you want her? You're the Alpha."
"My bloodline must continue." Mark told her. "Only another Alpha can do that." Jade's eyes widened.
"You want her to be your mate?" She growled, her eyes narrowing. Mark shrugged.
"Of course." Jade lashed out and punched him, knocking him on his butt. The other werewolves growled and stepped forward, and Jade laughed.
"Oh don't try that." She said. "You're all stuck in human form, and we both know you can't even scratch me like that."
"I can do a lot more than scratch you." Mark said, standing up.
"Old age has made you arrogant mutt." Jade said, letting her fangs slip out. "But if you really want to go, I've got a basement designed to trap things much stronger than you. We can have a go if you want." Mark hesitated. Homes were sacred places, and any magical intruder with hostile intent would suffer a major loss of power even if they were allowed in by the owner. If the owner of the house was a vanilla mortal, that didn't hurt the magical being much. But for a fight against a vampire, especially one as strong as Jade, it was too big of a risk.
"The groves, 10 o'clock tonight." Mark growled.
"I'm not fighting over Tori." Jade growled right back. "She's not a slave."
"This is a fight over the insult you just dealt me." Mark told her. "There was no call for that attack."
"You just said you wanted my friend to join your pack just so you could knock her up. That earned you the punch." Jade growled. Mark stared at her for a moment, and then started laughing.
"Oh my, you're crushing on her, aren't you? I thought you were against being a stereotypical vampire, but it doesn't get much more stereotypical than the lesbian vampire, does it?" Jade scowled.
"You've got a lot of nerve to mock me on my front lawn." She growled. "Now get out of here." Mark walked off with the other members of his pack, laughing. Jade scowled after him, then stomped back to her car and grabbed the two bags of raw meat she'd bought. "Tori had better appreciate these". Jade muttered to herself, locking the door. "When did steak get so freaking expensive anyway?" She growled, walking inside.
"Steak? Did someone say steak?" Tori asked, looking at Jade from the couch where she and Rosie had been watching The Empire Strikes Back. Jade smirked and, deciding to see how far Tori had gone, pulled a steak out of its wrappings and tossed it to Tori, who caught it in her mouth. Jade and Rosie burst into laughter, and Tori's eyes widened in horror as she realized what she'd just done. "What was that?" She demanded, pulling the steak out of her mouth. "Why did I do that?"
"That's the mutt in you coming out." Jade said with a smirk, heading into the kitchen. "Don't worry; it'll wear off at the end of your first week of transformations."
"You'll still have a preference for raw meat though." Rosie told her as Tori began to bashfully eat the steak. "That never goes away."
"I can still eat stuff besides raw meat though, right?" Tori asked nervously.
"Of course." Jade said, jumping over the back of the couch to sit between Rosie and Tori. "You're a dog after all, and dogs'll eat anything."
"Stop calling me a dog!" Tori yelled. "I'm a werewolf, but that doesn't mean I'm a dog!" Jade raised an eyebrow, grabbed a couch cushion, and threw it.
"Fetch." Rosie and Tori both laughed as Tori had to visibly force herself not to chase after the pillow.
"That's not funny guys!" Tori complained, folding her arms and looking away from them, pouting. Jade rolled her eyes and fought the sudden urge to hug Tori.
"Calm down Vega, it happens to all werewolves. Like I said, once the week is over, you're human side will take complete control and everything will be fine."
"You're sure?" Tori asked softly, looking at Jade. Jade nodded.
"Absolutely. Now Rosie, I need you to babysit Tori tonight. Lock her up in the basement before the sun goes down and make sure that all the meat you give her is raw and thawed out." Jade said, standing.
"Where are you going?" Rosie asked, frowning.
"I've got a fight with a werewolf at 10 o'clock tonight." Jade told them. "I need to get prepared and go feed before then." With that, she turned around and walked out.
"Feed?" Tori asked. "She means she's going to drink people's blood doesn't she?"
"Well, yes." Rosie admitted. "But, to be fair, she only drinks from homeless people."
"That's just because nobody will miss them though, isn't it?" Tori said.
"…Yes." Rosie sighed.
"Can't she drink animal blood instead?" Tori asked. Rosie frowned.
"Theoretically yes. But there's a distinct lack of deer in the area, and I don't think there's enough blood in a Chihuahua or cat to feed her."
"What about steaks?" Tori asked, licking her lips thoughtfully. "There's a lot of blood in a raw steak, I'm sure she could just, you know, juice it." Rosie frowned.
"Maybe. You'd have to ask her though, I don't know for certain if vampires can drink animal blood." Tori nodded and resolved to question Jade about it tomorrow.
Six hours later
"Are you ready?" Jade asked as the huge wolf lumbered into the central clearing of the grove, followed by the other wolves of his pack.
"Of course." Mark said simply, standing up on his hind legs and flexing his claws.
"You're little entourage had better stay back." Jade warned, glaring at them.
"They will. They are merely here to witness my victory." Mark reassured her.
"Yeah, about that. What exactly are the terms here?" Jade asked. "I mean, we're fighting over an insult. Does the winner get to insult the loser some more or something?"
"There is no prize in this fight except for a restoration of honor." Mark growled. Jade sighed.
"Oh for the love of Hell. This is how blood feuds get started, you know that? You're going to lose, and then you'll lose even more 'honor' and then you'll just keep challenging me to fights." Mark shook his head.
"The code of the pack forbids it. If we fight for honor, we can only fight that person once."
"Oh good. Let's get started then." Jade said, unsheathing her claws and fangs. Mark let out a howl and ran at her, swinging his clawed hands at her head. Jade didn't move a muscle, instead turning into mist and reforming behind Mark. "You'll have to do better than that mutt." Jade said with a smirk. Mark let out another howl and charged at her again. Jade simply turned into a bat and flew above him, then turned back and let herself fall, landing on his back. "Giddy up little doggie!" She called out in the voice she normally reserved for mocking Tori, grabbing Mark by the ears. Mark let out a bark of pain and tried to reach up and grab her, but Jade let go of his ears, jumped off of his back, grabbed him by the arm, and threw him into a nearby tree.
"You really should have challenged me in the day. I wouldn't be able to transform then." Jade said mockingly. "The thing is, magic is like alcohol. The older it is, the stronger it is. You were turned in the sixteen hundreds yes, but I was turned in the thirteen hundreds. At night, when it's my time, you don't stand a chance." Mark stood up, shook his head to clear it, and bellowed a challenge, running at her. Jade rolled her eyes and stood her ground. Just as Mark came within swiping distance of her, she lunged forward and plunged her hand into his stomach. Mark gasped in pain, and Jade quickly withdrew her arm, letting Mark fall to the ground.
"Do you surrender?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Mark would live, she knew that. Werewolves had an incredibly fast healing rate, allowing them to survive almost anything. Mark nodded weakly, and Jade turned around and walked away.
Author's Notes
Oh Mark, you forgot one of the basic rules of life-don't mess with an angry goth girl, especially not if said angry goth girl is a vampire. That goes double if that girl is Elizabeth Gilles.
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