The Return of The Vistor.
MWB.
Disclaimer: Newline owns TLW, I own the follwing story. Nuf' said.
Summary: Malone had a slight problem towards the end of the second season, he was a werewolf.
From that you should be able to guess.
Timeline: Set this as right after this years (2002) cliffhanger is fixed.
Spoiler: The Visitor and probly others.
Rating: PG-13
Quick Warning: This IS NOT for the faint of heart. :D
Dedication: To my faithfull Beta, Steph. (so any mistakes you see, send your complaints to her;))
Roxton slowly approached the boot that belonged on the foot of Veronica, the knife still in it's sheath, still strapped to the empty boot, blood still apparent on the boot. There! Up the moutain to east a bit, footprints. He made his way slowly foward rifle ready, he reached the treeline and quickly shouldered his rifle drawing a webley he made his way up the hill, ignoring the sweat that stained lines through the day old grime on his chisled, hardened face, ignoring it as it stung his eyes, he was intent and focused.
When Veronica, Malone and most importantly (to him at least) Marguerite had failed to come back from a Zanga trading trip, he had shouldered his pack and rifle and headed out. That was a day ago. He'd asked Assai, they'd left on time she'd said. So he had searched every part of the plauteu he could think of, except. The Valley of Shadows. Where he and Challenger had gone in search of Malone, who had amazingly turned into the fabled werewolf, the half men half beast resided in the afore mentioned valley.
He'd found a torn campsite halfway back to the treehouse, there camp. But then by the torn tent he'd found.... (he struggled back the angusih threatening to overtake him)... he'd found the signs of a struggle. The claws marks of a beast, and blood. The claw marks were not Raptor he was sure of that, they resembled another set of clawed tracks he'd seen before.
His mind flashed back to darkness lit by torches, himself, Marguerite and Veronica were looking for Danu. All they found were tracks of a beast, a beast that terrified Roxton then and terrified him now.
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Marguerite strained againest her restrainsts glancing worridly at the unconcious jungle girl tied next to her. At least the wound had stopped bleeding.
Two days ago they'd been trading at the Zanga with Malone, the trade went succesfully, untill they'd begun the journey home. First Malone had began acting...jumpy, agitated. Then he'd begun to scratch at the left side of his neck, Veronica had been the first to notice scratch like marks appearing on the burning flesh. They'd set up camp, just as the full moon peeked over the treetops. Ned had stared at the moon while his compainions set up the camp.
Then as they'd turned in Malone had begun to pace restlesly, his eyes becoming wild. It had frightened Marguerite, she recognized his actions, but she hadn't voiced her fears to Veronica. She was now cursing herself silently for that. If she had it may have saved Veronica the possibly fatel injury to her abdomen. It may have saved both there lives. Marguerite felt herself begin to fall into a pit of hysterics, but through years experiance pulled herself out. She had to survive!
Her mind turned back to that night. Both herself and Veronica had turned in, leaving Malone on watch. Veronica lay on her stomach on the floor of the tent her right hand clutching her knife. Marguerite trying to sleep, but couldn't, 'Why did she recognize what Malone was going through?'
'Why did it scare her? The reason was there! She knew it. But what was it?'
The attack had come suddenly and without warning. The tent blew flap in the wind startling the heiress. Marguerite heard a howl, a howl that caused the hairs on her kneck to stand. A very familar howl. Veronica had sat up knife clutched to her chest eyes wide. Objects outside the tent played on the canvas, again they heard the howl. Suddenly clarity struck, Malone a year ago. Marguerite shivered as she played back the events. First Ned had come on to her, lusting after her. Then he had howled at the moon, the full moon. Then there on the balcony, before her eyes. He'd transformed, into a werewolf.
Before the frightened heiress could warn Veronica the tent exploded as a fury body crashed into it. Marguerite had screamed when the hairy and clawed hand had reached in groping for fresh meat. Veronica had stabbed at the hand, the beast had grabbed the weapon and plunged it into it's owners firm stomach.
Marguerite flinched as she recalled the look on the jungle beautys face. She'd stared at the knife sticking from her abdomen, she had pulled it out slowly, stared at it before it fell from her limp hand and then she'd slowly collasped to the ground.
The sound of clawed feet came to her ears, she saw the shadows of the furred beast on the cave wall. Then she saw the hidious creature that man the world over called, werewolf.
That she had called Ned Malone.
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Roxton followed the familar tracks across the valley floor. The tracks and the trail of blood. He'd long since recognized the blood as being Veronica's (he knew Marguerite's by taste, and male blood... since ? he knew the texture, no it was female, that only left Veronica). He'd felt a burst of panic for his little 'sister', but at the same time realived that it wasn't Marguerite's.
He came into a clearing, a clearing that branched into several trails. He knew the trails, he'd traveled them many times over the last two days all but one.
That trail was grown over, barely a foot wide now, it was trail to THE valley, and it had been recently traveled. John felt shivers race through his body, last time all he'd to defend him self was a silver spear (and later silver bullets) but now he had neither. He quelled the fear as he always did and pushed through the undergrowth.
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Challenger looked up from his experament looked at the plate being held under his nose, he looked up into the face of Finn. "I am not hungry," he stated, again.
"Your going to eat," she said, again. This time she picked up a forkful of the..whatever, and forcefully tried to shove it past the professors lips. He tightened his lips and shook his head.
An idea lit her future mind, "Okay fine, so tell me about your new experament?" Sure enough he opened his mouth to tell her all about it, and she promptly shoved the fork into his mouth.
George Edward Challenger had been about to respond to the force feeding when he heard a noise in the kitchen knowing that he and Finn where the only occupents he jumped to his feet. Swallowing the food in his mouth he made his way into the kitchen Finn behind him, her crossbow drawn.
What he saw took his breath away, he hadn't seen one of them in over year. It was a werewolf, the shreds of pants around his waist told Challenger that it was one of Danu's people. Stopping Finn with an arm he glanced to her crossbow. "Those crossbolts are silver aren't they?" (A/N I know they are not, but for the sake of this fic they are)
Finn watched the werewolf in open mouthed amazement. "Yeah," she registered what the older man had said. "Is that a...a.." she couldn't get it out.
"A werewolf," George replied, "Shoot the beast! The silver will kill it." He remembered.
Taking careful aim she released the crossbolt, it pierced the wolf's chest and with a pitiful howl it slumped to the floor. It transformed back into a human before going back to werewolf and finally human again. "Is it dead?" She asked hesitantly.
"I believe so, check the electric fence." He requested, he needed to know why it hadn't stoped the creature. "And keep that crossbow loaded!" He called after her.
Finn crept out of the safe haven of the trees inner chamber, her crossbow loaded and extended out infront of her. With slow quiet steps she made her way towards the fence. She swallowed down her fear, she'd ran from slavers most of life, but werewolves? Now that scared her.
She felt the hot breath on her kneck before she even heard the beast, she hit the ground with a grunt. Rolling onto her back she felt the air swish by her face as a clawed hand swiped at her. She fumbled for the crossbow laying beside her. She rolled left avoiding a foot, then right. She finally grabbed her weapon, she rolled between the things legs and jumped to her feet. Whirling she pulled the release. The wolf collapsed going through the same transformations as before. She slamed another bolt into the mechinism and cocked it.
This time Finn heard it and whirled back around in time to see another wolf land on HER side of the fence. 'That's how there doing it! There jumping the bloody fence!' Her mind raced, she had to stop them!
Lost in thought she didn't hear yet another creature come up behind her, but she knew it was there when it wrapped a hairy arm around her neck. It opened it's mouth and in a way very remaniscnit of vampires it bit into her neck.
For the first time in her life, Finn screamed.
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John Roxton stopped and stiffend as he heard a scream. It wasn't his Marguerite and it wasn't Veronica. Finn! He struggled with his emotions, go and find out what was wrong? Or continue to follow the trail to his lady love and younger sister? Challenger was at the treehouse he reasoned. So he continued down the path, following the blood that marked the claw prints.
He emerged into the open, below him lay a beautiful expanse of mountins, covered by a thick mist.
The Valley of Shadows. The beauuty of this place had always struck him from the day he'd seen it from this exact place. He had often thought about returning to the hillside and just watching the beauty. Then a howl sounded and he was reminded of the deadly danger this beauty held.
He couldn't help but compare it to Marguerite's dangerous beauty. That thought drove him on, and he plunged down the hillside into the mist.
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Marguerite blanched as a hair hand came to her face, she felt the sharp long nails scrape her skin. She felt the blood trail they left, the fear she felt numbed the pain. She squeezed her eyes shut feeling the unconcious tears stream. A whimper briefly escaped her throat as she fought to remain in control.
Veronica slowly followed a growl to wakefullness, she heard a whimper. A familar yet unfamilar whimper. She raised her head as memories came back, painful memories. Through the foggy blur in her eyes she saw a hairy from roughly stroking someone chained or tied as she was. Slowly awareness took over her blood deprieved brain, Marguerite! Weakly she called the name of her friend.
The beast started and turned to her. She had always wondered how one could tell the ugly beast apart, but know she had no trouble recognizing the wolf in front of her, Malone. The beast approached her warefull of the dangerous beauty before him. He remebered her from before.
Veronica felt her strength return from a sudden flow of adrenaline. She wrestled againest her restraints as a growl emanted from the toothy mouth. She felt the hot acrid breath blow accross her face, strangly her first thought was: what had he been eating!? Shaking the thought away, she grimaced as he drew a clawed hand accross her already throbbing abdomen. She saw the trail of blood appear, it wasn't hers. Marguerite! Was her first thought.
"If you've harmed her," Veronica hissed out.
The werewolf didn't understand her words he simply cocked his head and watched her.
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Lord John Roxton, hier to million perhaps billions of wealth. Lord Roxton extreme game hunter, was terrified. The mist that enveloped him carresed him at times it seemed, sent shivers donw his body. Sometimes it brushed gently over his flesh like that of a lover, others it roughly shoved him like an enemy. The shiver was in no way sexual, it was fear.
Absolute silence reigned. No screech of birds, no monkey chatter, no dinosaur roars, no trickle of water, not even the gentlest whisper of wind. The only sound was the muffled crunch of his own footsteps. In the lush, vivivd jungle, the quiet was anomalous and sent an eeire chill racing down his spine. A sudden, loud crack - so intense he could feel it in his bones - reverberated accross the plauteu. He turned, instinctively knowing where the sound originated. Terror grabbed his stomach as he muttered "the tree-house", and took off in a dead run.
He should have returned at the scream his mind yelled at him. 'But the other two!' He screamed back at himself. The choice was made for him it seemed as a hideous creature that John had hopped to never see jumped into his path.
He threw his wieght back, sliding literally underneath the creature. He fired a quick drawn webly into a normaly sensitive organ. The beast went down with a howl. John jumped to his feet just as the wolf opened his eyes. Quickly on his knees John fired the pistol into the creatures head, point blank.
Grey matter and blood oozed down his nose to drip over his lips and to the ground with a sickening splatter. The bullet may not kill him, but the beast would be near useless now.
Wiping the sludge from his face he stood, he now had a new way to fight. A winning way.
After having seen the brute ruthless creatures again, John made his decision. Finn was apart of his group, but Marguerite was his lover and Veronica his defacto little sister. The choice was so easy for him, later he wondered if he would feel gulity.
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Challenger heard her scream, saw the creature bite into her neck. He snagged two silver bullets from a box speically made silver bullets (he'd made them right after the first encounter, just in case) he slammed them quickly into the open breach of his gun. Snapping it shut he took aim on creature which was preparing for another bite. "Dinner is mine," he whispered as he gently pulled the trigger.
Finn felt her eyes produce tears, she hadn't cried since.....well she didn't recall. But it hurt so much! She felt the sharp teeth leave her flesh, she breathed again. But she felt the teeth again, this time on her shoulder. They began to pierce, then a shot rang out and the creature fell. Blood flowed from her neck, trickled down the hollow of her collar bone, between her breast, down her abdomen. The pain came in waves, how could one wound hurt so bad? Her eyes shut againest the tears, she felt her knees give way, the jungle floor rushed up to meet her.
The last thing she heard was the elavator hitting the bottem, and running footsteps.
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Marguerite watched in amazement as the Man/Beast seemed to tenderly stroke Veronica's abdomen, leaving a trail of blood, that Maguerite realzied wasn't the jungle girls, but her own.
She heard Veronica mutter something and the creature stepped back to watch her.
Malone reapproached Veronica, using a sharp nail he reopened the wound her stomach causing blood to flow the wound.
Veronica swallowed, Malone or what used to be Malone, waas on his knees before her, lapping the crimson fluid that ran don her stomach. Why did she find this so arousing? She had her share of dreams about Ned, but this? She nearly lost it when his tongue dipped into her navel.
Marguerite stared in open mouthed amazement at Veronica's obivous arousel, she really needed to talk to the younger woman after this. Then began to notice something else, Malone's beastly alter ego seemed so....tender in his minstrations. Almost loving. In fact now that she thought about it he had been rather easy with her, though not as tender and gentle as he was now with Veronica.
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Roxton he was getting close now he could feel it, he could sense the presence of werewolfs all around him. He gripped the webly's tighter, he knew for the new method of killing he had be point blank.
He saw a dark opening ahead of him, he heard a howl nearby, he stopped and listened. A thought popped into his mind, the howl had sounded almost...orgasmic.
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Challenger straightened from the microscope. He'd been analazing a sample from the dead wolf in the treehouse. After he'd gotten Finn comfortable as possible and cleaned her wounds, he'd taken a sample to try and figuere out why they were now. And why it hadn't killed Finn, but simple bitten her. It could have ripped her jugular out easily, but it hadn't. In fact it seemingly purposefully missed the young future girl's main blood vien.
Challenger stretched, trying to work the sorness from his aged body, before returning to the scope.
He spotted something, adjusting the slide he zoomed in as far as the old equipment would allow. He straightened a puzzled look on his face, the molecur patern seemed to have changed since the last time he'd look at a simalar slide. The cells seemed to have mutated almost in the year since Challenger had seen them. He heard Finn cry out and a glass shatter, garbbing his peacemaker from the counter top he ran towards the sounds (he'd loaded his pistol with the silver bullets).
He entered the room that Finn shared with the jungle princess. Finn was tossing and turning, a fever drenching her. The girl stopped convulsing and was sitting up before George could stop her. "Lay back Finn, let me see your neck." He applied preasure to her shoulder till she lay back.
"I'm fine Challenger, really." She protested.
He placed a hand on her forehead, "What the!? Finn the fever, it's gone!" Challenger with drew his hand, wiping the sweat on his pant leg.
He gently pulled at the gauss covering the wound, he gasped in shock as the gauss was totally removed, the bite was gone!
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Veronica struggled to keep her senses about her, it was tough. Then for the first time she realized that her legs were unchained, she slamed a knee into the wolfs chin. Wrapping the chain around her wrist she gripped the chain and flipped upward so she now stood on the wall facing the cave floor. Held to the wall by the tension in the chains.
Marguerite watched in amzement as Veronica used the combined muscle of her arms and legs, to pull the chains right out of the wall! As she fell Veronica managed to get her feet under before she hit the floor. Now free she rushed to Marguerite, grabbing on chain she braced her feet againest the wall and pulled, with a grunt the chain left the rock. Veronica sensed the presence behind her and without looking back elbowed the creature then slamed her fist up and back into the beats nose. She quickly yanked the other chain loose, then drop kicked Malone before they ran from the cave, and right into..........
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MWB.
Disclaimer: Newline owns TLW, I own the follwing story. Nuf' said.
Summary: Malone had a slight problem towards the end of the second season, he was a werewolf.
From that you should be able to guess.
Timeline: Set this as right after this years (2002) cliffhanger is fixed.
Spoiler: The Visitor and probly others.
Rating: PG-13
Quick Warning: This IS NOT for the faint of heart. :D
Dedication: To my faithfull Beta, Steph. (so any mistakes you see, send your complaints to her;))
Roxton slowly approached the boot that belonged on the foot of Veronica, the knife still in it's sheath, still strapped to the empty boot, blood still apparent on the boot. There! Up the moutain to east a bit, footprints. He made his way slowly foward rifle ready, he reached the treeline and quickly shouldered his rifle drawing a webley he made his way up the hill, ignoring the sweat that stained lines through the day old grime on his chisled, hardened face, ignoring it as it stung his eyes, he was intent and focused.
When Veronica, Malone and most importantly (to him at least) Marguerite had failed to come back from a Zanga trading trip, he had shouldered his pack and rifle and headed out. That was a day ago. He'd asked Assai, they'd left on time she'd said. So he had searched every part of the plauteu he could think of, except. The Valley of Shadows. Where he and Challenger had gone in search of Malone, who had amazingly turned into the fabled werewolf, the half men half beast resided in the afore mentioned valley.
He'd found a torn campsite halfway back to the treehouse, there camp. But then by the torn tent he'd found.... (he struggled back the angusih threatening to overtake him)... he'd found the signs of a struggle. The claws marks of a beast, and blood. The claw marks were not Raptor he was sure of that, they resembled another set of clawed tracks he'd seen before.
His mind flashed back to darkness lit by torches, himself, Marguerite and Veronica were looking for Danu. All they found were tracks of a beast, a beast that terrified Roxton then and terrified him now.
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Marguerite strained againest her restrainsts glancing worridly at the unconcious jungle girl tied next to her. At least the wound had stopped bleeding.
Two days ago they'd been trading at the Zanga with Malone, the trade went succesfully, untill they'd begun the journey home. First Malone had began acting...jumpy, agitated. Then he'd begun to scratch at the left side of his neck, Veronica had been the first to notice scratch like marks appearing on the burning flesh. They'd set up camp, just as the full moon peeked over the treetops. Ned had stared at the moon while his compainions set up the camp.
Then as they'd turned in Malone had begun to pace restlesly, his eyes becoming wild. It had frightened Marguerite, she recognized his actions, but she hadn't voiced her fears to Veronica. She was now cursing herself silently for that. If she had it may have saved Veronica the possibly fatel injury to her abdomen. It may have saved both there lives. Marguerite felt herself begin to fall into a pit of hysterics, but through years experiance pulled herself out. She had to survive!
Her mind turned back to that night. Both herself and Veronica had turned in, leaving Malone on watch. Veronica lay on her stomach on the floor of the tent her right hand clutching her knife. Marguerite trying to sleep, but couldn't, 'Why did she recognize what Malone was going through?'
'Why did it scare her? The reason was there! She knew it. But what was it?'
The attack had come suddenly and without warning. The tent blew flap in the wind startling the heiress. Marguerite heard a howl, a howl that caused the hairs on her kneck to stand. A very familar howl. Veronica had sat up knife clutched to her chest eyes wide. Objects outside the tent played on the canvas, again they heard the howl. Suddenly clarity struck, Malone a year ago. Marguerite shivered as she played back the events. First Ned had come on to her, lusting after her. Then he had howled at the moon, the full moon. Then there on the balcony, before her eyes. He'd transformed, into a werewolf.
Before the frightened heiress could warn Veronica the tent exploded as a fury body crashed into it. Marguerite had screamed when the hairy and clawed hand had reached in groping for fresh meat. Veronica had stabbed at the hand, the beast had grabbed the weapon and plunged it into it's owners firm stomach.
Marguerite flinched as she recalled the look on the jungle beautys face. She'd stared at the knife sticking from her abdomen, she had pulled it out slowly, stared at it before it fell from her limp hand and then she'd slowly collasped to the ground.
The sound of clawed feet came to her ears, she saw the shadows of the furred beast on the cave wall. Then she saw the hidious creature that man the world over called, werewolf.
That she had called Ned Malone.
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Roxton followed the familar tracks across the valley floor. The tracks and the trail of blood. He'd long since recognized the blood as being Veronica's (he knew Marguerite's by taste, and male blood... since ? he knew the texture, no it was female, that only left Veronica). He'd felt a burst of panic for his little 'sister', but at the same time realived that it wasn't Marguerite's.
He came into a clearing, a clearing that branched into several trails. He knew the trails, he'd traveled them many times over the last two days all but one.
That trail was grown over, barely a foot wide now, it was trail to THE valley, and it had been recently traveled. John felt shivers race through his body, last time all he'd to defend him self was a silver spear (and later silver bullets) but now he had neither. He quelled the fear as he always did and pushed through the undergrowth.
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Challenger looked up from his experament looked at the plate being held under his nose, he looked up into the face of Finn. "I am not hungry," he stated, again.
"Your going to eat," she said, again. This time she picked up a forkful of the..whatever, and forcefully tried to shove it past the professors lips. He tightened his lips and shook his head.
An idea lit her future mind, "Okay fine, so tell me about your new experament?" Sure enough he opened his mouth to tell her all about it, and she promptly shoved the fork into his mouth.
George Edward Challenger had been about to respond to the force feeding when he heard a noise in the kitchen knowing that he and Finn where the only occupents he jumped to his feet. Swallowing the food in his mouth he made his way into the kitchen Finn behind him, her crossbow drawn.
What he saw took his breath away, he hadn't seen one of them in over year. It was a werewolf, the shreds of pants around his waist told Challenger that it was one of Danu's people. Stopping Finn with an arm he glanced to her crossbow. "Those crossbolts are silver aren't they?" (A/N I know they are not, but for the sake of this fic they are)
Finn watched the werewolf in open mouthed amazement. "Yeah," she registered what the older man had said. "Is that a...a.." she couldn't get it out.
"A werewolf," George replied, "Shoot the beast! The silver will kill it." He remembered.
Taking careful aim she released the crossbolt, it pierced the wolf's chest and with a pitiful howl it slumped to the floor. It transformed back into a human before going back to werewolf and finally human again. "Is it dead?" She asked hesitantly.
"I believe so, check the electric fence." He requested, he needed to know why it hadn't stoped the creature. "And keep that crossbow loaded!" He called after her.
Finn crept out of the safe haven of the trees inner chamber, her crossbow loaded and extended out infront of her. With slow quiet steps she made her way towards the fence. She swallowed down her fear, she'd ran from slavers most of life, but werewolves? Now that scared her.
She felt the hot breath on her kneck before she even heard the beast, she hit the ground with a grunt. Rolling onto her back she felt the air swish by her face as a clawed hand swiped at her. She fumbled for the crossbow laying beside her. She rolled left avoiding a foot, then right. She finally grabbed her weapon, she rolled between the things legs and jumped to her feet. Whirling she pulled the release. The wolf collapsed going through the same transformations as before. She slamed another bolt into the mechinism and cocked it.
This time Finn heard it and whirled back around in time to see another wolf land on HER side of the fence. 'That's how there doing it! There jumping the bloody fence!' Her mind raced, she had to stop them!
Lost in thought she didn't hear yet another creature come up behind her, but she knew it was there when it wrapped a hairy arm around her neck. It opened it's mouth and in a way very remaniscnit of vampires it bit into her neck.
For the first time in her life, Finn screamed.
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John Roxton stopped and stiffend as he heard a scream. It wasn't his Marguerite and it wasn't Veronica. Finn! He struggled with his emotions, go and find out what was wrong? Or continue to follow the trail to his lady love and younger sister? Challenger was at the treehouse he reasoned. So he continued down the path, following the blood that marked the claw prints.
He emerged into the open, below him lay a beautiful expanse of mountins, covered by a thick mist.
The Valley of Shadows. The beauuty of this place had always struck him from the day he'd seen it from this exact place. He had often thought about returning to the hillside and just watching the beauty. Then a howl sounded and he was reminded of the deadly danger this beauty held.
He couldn't help but compare it to Marguerite's dangerous beauty. That thought drove him on, and he plunged down the hillside into the mist.
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Marguerite blanched as a hair hand came to her face, she felt the sharp long nails scrape her skin. She felt the blood trail they left, the fear she felt numbed the pain. She squeezed her eyes shut feeling the unconcious tears stream. A whimper briefly escaped her throat as she fought to remain in control.
Veronica slowly followed a growl to wakefullness, she heard a whimper. A familar yet unfamilar whimper. She raised her head as memories came back, painful memories. Through the foggy blur in her eyes she saw a hairy from roughly stroking someone chained or tied as she was. Slowly awareness took over her blood deprieved brain, Marguerite! Weakly she called the name of her friend.
The beast started and turned to her. She had always wondered how one could tell the ugly beast apart, but know she had no trouble recognizing the wolf in front of her, Malone. The beast approached her warefull of the dangerous beauty before him. He remebered her from before.
Veronica felt her strength return from a sudden flow of adrenaline. She wrestled againest her restraints as a growl emanted from the toothy mouth. She felt the hot acrid breath blow accross her face, strangly her first thought was: what had he been eating!? Shaking the thought away, she grimaced as he drew a clawed hand accross her already throbbing abdomen. She saw the trail of blood appear, it wasn't hers. Marguerite! Was her first thought.
"If you've harmed her," Veronica hissed out.
The werewolf didn't understand her words he simply cocked his head and watched her.
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Lord John Roxton, hier to million perhaps billions of wealth. Lord Roxton extreme game hunter, was terrified. The mist that enveloped him carresed him at times it seemed, sent shivers donw his body. Sometimes it brushed gently over his flesh like that of a lover, others it roughly shoved him like an enemy. The shiver was in no way sexual, it was fear.
Absolute silence reigned. No screech of birds, no monkey chatter, no dinosaur roars, no trickle of water, not even the gentlest whisper of wind. The only sound was the muffled crunch of his own footsteps. In the lush, vivivd jungle, the quiet was anomalous and sent an eeire chill racing down his spine. A sudden, loud crack - so intense he could feel it in his bones - reverberated accross the plauteu. He turned, instinctively knowing where the sound originated. Terror grabbed his stomach as he muttered "the tree-house", and took off in a dead run.
He should have returned at the scream his mind yelled at him. 'But the other two!' He screamed back at himself. The choice was made for him it seemed as a hideous creature that John had hopped to never see jumped into his path.
He threw his wieght back, sliding literally underneath the creature. He fired a quick drawn webly into a normaly sensitive organ. The beast went down with a howl. John jumped to his feet just as the wolf opened his eyes. Quickly on his knees John fired the pistol into the creatures head, point blank.
Grey matter and blood oozed down his nose to drip over his lips and to the ground with a sickening splatter. The bullet may not kill him, but the beast would be near useless now.
Wiping the sludge from his face he stood, he now had a new way to fight. A winning way.
After having seen the brute ruthless creatures again, John made his decision. Finn was apart of his group, but Marguerite was his lover and Veronica his defacto little sister. The choice was so easy for him, later he wondered if he would feel gulity.
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Challenger heard her scream, saw the creature bite into her neck. He snagged two silver bullets from a box speically made silver bullets (he'd made them right after the first encounter, just in case) he slammed them quickly into the open breach of his gun. Snapping it shut he took aim on creature which was preparing for another bite. "Dinner is mine," he whispered as he gently pulled the trigger.
Finn felt her eyes produce tears, she hadn't cried since.....well she didn't recall. But it hurt so much! She felt the sharp teeth leave her flesh, she breathed again. But she felt the teeth again, this time on her shoulder. They began to pierce, then a shot rang out and the creature fell. Blood flowed from her neck, trickled down the hollow of her collar bone, between her breast, down her abdomen. The pain came in waves, how could one wound hurt so bad? Her eyes shut againest the tears, she felt her knees give way, the jungle floor rushed up to meet her.
The last thing she heard was the elavator hitting the bottem, and running footsteps.
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Marguerite watched in amazement as the Man/Beast seemed to tenderly stroke Veronica's abdomen, leaving a trail of blood, that Maguerite realzied wasn't the jungle girls, but her own.
She heard Veronica mutter something and the creature stepped back to watch her.
Malone reapproached Veronica, using a sharp nail he reopened the wound her stomach causing blood to flow the wound.
Veronica swallowed, Malone or what used to be Malone, waas on his knees before her, lapping the crimson fluid that ran don her stomach. Why did she find this so arousing? She had her share of dreams about Ned, but this? She nearly lost it when his tongue dipped into her navel.
Marguerite stared in open mouthed amazement at Veronica's obivous arousel, she really needed to talk to the younger woman after this. Then began to notice something else, Malone's beastly alter ego seemed so....tender in his minstrations. Almost loving. In fact now that she thought about it he had been rather easy with her, though not as tender and gentle as he was now with Veronica.
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Roxton he was getting close now he could feel it, he could sense the presence of werewolfs all around him. He gripped the webly's tighter, he knew for the new method of killing he had be point blank.
He saw a dark opening ahead of him, he heard a howl nearby, he stopped and listened. A thought popped into his mind, the howl had sounded almost...orgasmic.
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Challenger straightened from the microscope. He'd been analazing a sample from the dead wolf in the treehouse. After he'd gotten Finn comfortable as possible and cleaned her wounds, he'd taken a sample to try and figuere out why they were now. And why it hadn't killed Finn, but simple bitten her. It could have ripped her jugular out easily, but it hadn't. In fact it seemingly purposefully missed the young future girl's main blood vien.
Challenger stretched, trying to work the sorness from his aged body, before returning to the scope.
He spotted something, adjusting the slide he zoomed in as far as the old equipment would allow. He straightened a puzzled look on his face, the molecur patern seemed to have changed since the last time he'd look at a simalar slide. The cells seemed to have mutated almost in the year since Challenger had seen them. He heard Finn cry out and a glass shatter, garbbing his peacemaker from the counter top he ran towards the sounds (he'd loaded his pistol with the silver bullets).
He entered the room that Finn shared with the jungle princess. Finn was tossing and turning, a fever drenching her. The girl stopped convulsing and was sitting up before George could stop her. "Lay back Finn, let me see your neck." He applied preasure to her shoulder till she lay back.
"I'm fine Challenger, really." She protested.
He placed a hand on her forehead, "What the!? Finn the fever, it's gone!" Challenger with drew his hand, wiping the sweat on his pant leg.
He gently pulled at the gauss covering the wound, he gasped in shock as the gauss was totally removed, the bite was gone!
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Veronica struggled to keep her senses about her, it was tough. Then for the first time she realized that her legs were unchained, she slamed a knee into the wolfs chin. Wrapping the chain around her wrist she gripped the chain and flipped upward so she now stood on the wall facing the cave floor. Held to the wall by the tension in the chains.
Marguerite watched in amzement as Veronica used the combined muscle of her arms and legs, to pull the chains right out of the wall! As she fell Veronica managed to get her feet under before she hit the floor. Now free she rushed to Marguerite, grabbing on chain she braced her feet againest the wall and pulled, with a grunt the chain left the rock. Veronica sensed the presence behind her and without looking back elbowed the creature then slamed her fist up and back into the beats nose. She quickly yanked the other chain loose, then drop kicked Malone before they ran from the cave, and right into..........
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