T i V o N

Something Special!

Tivon watched from the rafters of the warehouse with something like excited anticipation, the girl, Carter had recovered quickly from the revelations of her parentage. But now was the real test, he knew that this would be the moment that determined whether she was just another victim or actually had the potential to be a comrade.

A gasp from behind him, made him turn to give Callum a cool measuring stare. The girl had thrown a four hundred and eighty-pound werewolf into the crate behind her. "Impressed?"

Callum made a disgusted noise as reply. "She just got lucky, the damn canines are incompetent."

Tivon shook his head in resignation, Callum would never show anyone blatant admiration, but it had been clear from his gasp of surprise that he thought this girl had talent. "And look, now she's running. She's proved herself prey." Callum snorted a hint of indignation in his voice.

Tivon opened his mouth to dissent his claim when the voice beside him interrupted. "More like the old proverb, come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly."

Both Callum and Tivon looked at their leader in surprise. "If you would only push aside your excitement and contestations you would be able to enter her mind.

Tivon raised an eyebrow. "What? You don't' run away from wolves, they'll chase! That's-"

"Watch." Brennan cut in, calmly.

Tivon shrugged and did so. She was still running. And the wolves had scattered after her as she hit the maze of stacked crates. Dodging and weaving around the corners like she had designed the layout.

"See! I told you they were incompetent." Callum barked out. So much for being quiet, Tivon thought as Callum ranted on. "They're carrying silver weapons! I mean, how stupid is that?" Callum snorted his disgust before continuing. "Carrying the only weapon that can kill you! Stupid mongrels."

"It is arrogant." Tivon agreed, his voice a low whisper. "But wolves don't' even trust each other so it makes sense." Callum was muttering something more to Brennan, but Tivon was to busy watching Carter run to catch what they were saying.

To her credit she was fast, but that was expected. She was a half vampire after all. Speed was in their blood. Something else Tivon noticed that amused him slightly was the fact the werewolves had dispersed in different directions. The one whom was closest to their target was the shaven haired bouncer type that had led her into the warehouse to begin with. Then Carter stopped and turned, a rather manic smile on her face. Tivon felt his brow crinkle in confusion. What's she up to? Crazy kids going to get herself killed.

Shaven head appeared around the corner and also halted. It seemed her smile didn't just disquiet Tivon. Werewolf and girl stared at one another for what felt for a lifetime, the wolf broke the trance, shaking his head. He then proceeded to spin his silver tipped spear expertly in circle after circle as he advanced on her. Carter didn't even flinch as the wolf neared her, instead, to both his and Callum's shock she surged forward, graceful as a dancer and grabbed the spear mid-twirl. The wolf, obviously shocked, tried to pull it out of her grip. But his efforts were no avail. In fact, he was rewarded with a swift concise crescent kick to the chest. This Tivon knew solved two problems, it gave Carter control of the weapon and gave her some well-needed distance from her furry friend. Tivon felt Callum boggle as the girl copied the wolf's pattern dance with the spear like she had been born with it in her hands. Tivon emptied his senses of Callum and returned his attention to the goings on below. The werewolf had apparently recovered and both he and Carter were trading kicks and punches. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Brennan smile and a moment later he knew why. The werewolf hit the concrete floor, the spear protruding from his chest.

"Incompetent!" Callum spat in disgust. But Tivon disagreed, the wolf hadn't been anything special, but the Blake girl had handled the whole situation incredibly well, especially well, considering recent revelations. Tivon ignored him, and so did Brennan. Tivon's focus was fixated on what Carters' next actions would be and he didn't have that long to wait to find out. She looked down at the still warm corpse, tilted her head to the side, straightened then whipped the spear from the werewolf's body and sprinted further into the maze.

Tivon had a feeling that he was beginning to understand what Brennan was talking about. This feeling grew in intensity as he watched Carter hid in a crevice of crates and spear the werewolf that had bitten her earlier. The wolf gave an ear-piecing howl of pain before hitting the ground. She pulled the spear out of its back and examined the bloody tip. Her next act was to haul herself up onto the crates so that she could search the routes on either side of her. Tivon was getting only one clear telepathic thought from her.

Rudolph

A noise by the door sent her leaping in that directions, jumping the gaps like she was stepping over cracks in the pavement. Tivon saw that predators gleam fill her eyes as she came closer to the source of all of her trouble. Shifting his position on the beams in the roof, Tivon looked on as Carter dropped down from the crates to block the door.

"Going somewhere?" She asked, voice dangerously pleasant.

Rudolph ran a hand through his gelled hair and started at the spear, his features grim as he noticed the blood tainting it's polished point.

Carter noticed his pre-occupation with the spear and turned her head a fraction to examine it too. "What? Disappointed because it's not my blood?" She inquired, voice neutral as she turned her cerulean blues on the wolf.

"Perhaps… perhaps I underestimated you." Rudolph began.

Carter made an incensed noise, eyes blazing. "Perhaps?" she demanded. "Let's recap, me alive, barely injured and holding a weapon. You, down two men and with no imminent escape. Who do you think has the upper hand?" Carter started to stalk around the wolf. Rudolph opened his mouth to speak but Carter cut him off. "Where is mom and Perdi?"

"Don't worry, they're safe and sound." Rudolph answered, his voice soothing. "They're sleeping in the van behind the warehouse." He motioned behind her while she just gave him a faint smile. "Where is Stephan and Bishop?"

Her smile faded. "You mean the terminally furry." Carter said, turning the spear in a fluid X motion. "They're dead." Rudolphs' mouth dropped open momentarily. "Self defence, it's a shame that I didn't get the chance to thank my father. Or should that be adoptive father?" Her expression hardened. "Not that it matters since he was the only father I've known."

"Carter, I-"

She held up a hand, silencing Rudolph abruptly. "I do owe you some gratitude though." Carter smiled. "Divide and conquer!" she completed a pattern dance and sent the spear into Rudolphs neck. He collapsed, gasping for breath, his body jerking involuntarily. Tivon watched her investigate her handy work and heard her mutter the next sentence despite the distance. "I like that. Divide and Conquer." She rolled the sentence around her mouth savouring the sound. "I should feel sorry for killing you, you know." She paused. "But." She sighed and stretched looking around her. "I just don't."

Brennan, Callum and Tivon gazed after her as she disappeared out of the door. "Did she pass Boss?" Tivon asked, breaking the silence and turning to face Brennan.

In reply Brennan just smiled. It was clear Brennan knew Carter Blake was something special. Tivon was impressed himself. Beauty, brawn and brains, an extremely rare combination to find all at once in just one girl. Yes, Carter Blake was something special indeed.