Chapter 11 - Prize
Alcide
Alcide was pleased to have stumbled upon her tonight, it wasn't the best of times, but he had been thinking about her... rather the wolf in him was calling out to be with an Alpha, despite his own reluctance to accept the role he was born into. "I had business to handle here. I would ask you why you're here but I ran into your friend on her way to speak with Northman, she's...perceptive that one." he said with a chuckle to how detailed and a bit bossy Addaleigh was, odd that the two were friends, but who was he to judge.
She held to his arm as they passed through the stinking crowd, full of lust both the sexual and blood kind, a disgusting group, and curious as to why Ari's friend was at a fangbanger bar when she looked more likely to be found in a library or a law firm, but he wasn't the nosy type so he held his tongue. The finally found their way out of the thrum of music and grinding bodies to the open night air, it was a warmer than normal night and the day had left him on edge.
"You ever have one of those days when you just need to not think anymore?" he asked looking down at her, his eyes dropping to her sumptuous lips for a brief moment, before back to her eyes. "Do you like to swim? I have a pond near my place that I go when I just need to cool out ya' know. You up for a race?" He asked almost playfully, a trait that wasn't always shown by the wolf.
Addaleigh
Adda ignored his comment about being edible with a small amused shake of his head, letting his flirtation just roll off her back, it was light and fun so if it was what was needed then so be it. Instead she took a seat leaning back into the chairs firm hold, crossing her leg and bouncing her foot in a show of her own distraction. He wanted to know his future... well if it involved her possibly dying so did she, sadly her powers didn't lend itself to being able to pick and choose what she saw.
"Of course" was her only response as she scooted the chair closer to his desk shaking her hands out before she laid them palms up on the table, "Cliche' I know, but contact really does help." she said to him with a small smile.
She waited until he slid his cool hands into hers, his hands far bigger than hers, but comforting in their secure but light contact. She closed her eyes breathing out a steadying breath, usually it wasn't this daunting to do a reading but after last night her body was on high alert. She slowly began opening herself open to the energies around her, each life force has it's own life's thread composed of decisions to be made based on the type of character the person has. Life was not set in stone and unchangeable, but most people's characters were and so the paths they took were more often than not set.
Her eyes opened back when she had found connection, silver eyes dancing with a swirl of energy and yet unfocused. Time held a different meaning when entranced, for her she could see so very much, scenes of life and events, but only a few moments would have passed in reality. She saw a blonde and him, the blonde slapped him and stormed off, it was too hazy to connect so her mind moved on to the next image. Eric was with Pam and herself, though through this vision it was third party, they were crouched down behind a bank of trees trying to discuss the best way to approach someone by the name 'Hazemeth.' She could see through the trees the image of someone, by a fire, another strung up on some sort wooden rack, beaten and bloodied. There were others there, a vampire she could tell near the fire as well but she couldn't tell friend or foe... she kept focusing and trying to skip ahead but her concentration was broken and she was pulled back into the present her hands clenching Eric's as she blinked her liquid silver eyes back to focus.
"We're going to find her, the witch your after, but more are going to die first. She's doing a very old sacrificial ritual... Latin I think...I-" she paused remember her dream from the night before and feeling a cold grip her in a moment of panic... there was latin being chanted in her dream. She swallowed and forced herself to release his hands pulling them quickly into her lap.
"Hazmeth is her name I believe and I think she is working with a vampire."
Ariadne
Ariadne slowly backed into the trees, a playful smile on her lips. "I know the that type of day well." She nodded before pulling her top over her head and tossing it aside. Either Adda would see it and pick it up, or she would come back for it later. Kicking off her shoes, she stared on the buttons holding her pants closed. "A race huh? What do I get if I win?" She was completely covered in the darkness of the woods now, but she knew Alcide would have no trouble seeing her. Slowly, to get his attention of course, Ari started slipping her jeans over the swell of her hips.
She stood there, in matching lavender undergarments as she waited for him. It would be unfair to just race off while he was still fully clothed... and she might have wanted to see him naked again. She hadn't stopped thinking about him since the previous night, and it was beginning to bother her. Why should a single male have such an effect? She had come to the conclusion that she had just gone too long without mating. Once she had her way with the sexy alpha in beta's clothing, she would be over him... she hoped.
Her thoughts drifted to Addaleigh. Had he said she sent him? Ari had told Adda about Alcide, but didn't tell her what he looked like. Even if she did, there was no way Adda would just be able to tell it was him... had she seen something? Ariadne made a mental note to ask her friend later. Focusing back on the situation at hand, Ari reached back and unhooked her bra, carelessly tossing it to the forest floor so that she was bare before him. She would make sure she won their little race if he was her prize.
Eric
"Wait." Eric said, his forehead creasing slightly. "What do you mean we?" He asked with a frown. "You are the king's most prized possession, you can't expect me to let you walk into danger." He said coolly. Perhaps she had the potential to become something precious to him too, but he wasn't ready to admit that - even to himself. "Pam." He called.
A few moments later, Pam walked in, her face set in a grimace. "This better be good, I have a tiny blonde Christian bent over the bathroom sink with her Jesus panties around her ankles." She said crossing her arms over her chest.
Eric gave her an uncaring look as he tossed a cellphone at her. "Make a few calls, see if any strange vampires have been seen lurking around with a human."
"You mean besides Bill Compton and the southern peach?" With a glare form Eric, Pam rolled her eyes and left the room, fingers flying over the keys.
"Did you happen to see what the vampire looked like?" He asked as he rummaged through his drawers. He had kept files on every potential threat in the area. If this traitor was a local, Eric would know. He didn't understand how one of his own kind could betray the supernatural world. Sure, Eric disliked the Weres just as much as the next vampire, but as long as they stayed out of his way, they could co-exist. Whoever this vampire was, Eric would make sure he got the true death.
Eric turned his eyes back to Adda, meeting hers in silence for a moment. He wanted her to know his future, not be a part of it. It was dangerous for her to be near him, in more ways then one. Eric couldn't risk it - he wouldn't risk it. "I'm sending you back to your king."
