Part 8
Was he still following her? Meegan was careful not to actually look over her shoulder. Who would actually be stupid enough to do this? Meegan hadn't said a word to Tara-Lee, no matter how much she had wanted to., no one could have heard her blab Night World secrets.
There were no vampire hunters left in this place. She and Shadow had made sure of that the other night. So who could it be? If she turned around - what would she see?
Around her was the usual bustle of after school riffraff. Parents and young kids, groups of teens, couples hand in hand. Her werewolf senses were screaming at her that something out of the ordinary was hovering amongst them.
Instead of going home, Meegan turned and headed for Shadow's place. She could always ask Victoria, but she wasn't sure she trusted Victoria. She'd check in with Shadow first. Hopefully by the time she came out, the threat would be gone.
She banged her fist on the door. The shirtless guy who answered the door was attractive - in a grumpy, unkempt way. Long unwashed and unbrushed purple hair hung to his shoulders, covering half his face, leaving one curious amber eye showing. "Who the fuck are you?" he grumbled.
"Meegan Hawthorne. Shadow's friend? I need to see her. Now." Meegan was used to always getting what she wanted. She hated having to wait. The grumpy purple haired boy brushed his bangs out his eyes and let her in, simply moving aside as Meegan pushed past him.
"Shadow's not here right now."
Meegan scowled. "Did she say when she'd be back?"
"Don't know. I was sleepin'."
Meegan snorted. "What a surprise," she said dryly. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Wilson Redfern," he answered, eyeing her with something like disgust. "I guess that makes you the werewolf."
She didn't like the way he said that. "And just what is *wrong* with being a werewolf?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.
Wilson was starting at her as if she had just asked the most insane question in the world. It was taking every ounce of her self control not to punch the guy.. What could Shadow possibly see in this jerk?
"I'm back," a familiar voice sang out. "You promised me sex, so I got us Chinese and French porn. I say we fuck first and eat later. Oh." Shadow stopped at the sight of Meegan. She put two plastic carrier bags on the coffee table. "Why are you here?"
"I'm being followed. I need to know if you've heard anything?" Meegan couldn't care less about interrupting Shadow's sex life. It was her a actual life that was on the line.
Shadow shook her head. Wilson had moved behind her and was kissing her neck, hands openly caressing her breasts and sliding under her shirt, completely oblivious to Meegan's presence. Meegan stared in anger and disbelief. Her blood was boiling with irritation.
Her instincts were telling her to shift and eat their guts. Unfortunately she wanted answered and Shadow was probably the best shot she had.
"Sorry, haven't heard anything about a hit on you," Shadow answered, not breathing to push her boyfriend of the way.
Meegan blinked. "Someone hired a hit on *me*?"
"Could be. Not exactly unheard of. This is a very competitive business."
Sensing the tone and in no mood to watch anymore of the display in front of her Meegan left the apartment. She decided now would be a good time to go home and back to her normal life.
Could there really be a hit out on her? She couldn't believe it. The hunter had become the hunted. ~Not if I have anything to do about it~ she thought angrily.
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Was he still following her? Meegan was careful not to actually look over her shoulder. Who would actually be stupid enough to do this? Meegan hadn't said a word to Tara-Lee, no matter how much she had wanted to., no one could have heard her blab Night World secrets.
There were no vampire hunters left in this place. She and Shadow had made sure of that the other night. So who could it be? If she turned around - what would she see?
Around her was the usual bustle of after school riffraff. Parents and young kids, groups of teens, couples hand in hand. Her werewolf senses were screaming at her that something out of the ordinary was hovering amongst them.
Instead of going home, Meegan turned and headed for Shadow's place. She could always ask Victoria, but she wasn't sure she trusted Victoria. She'd check in with Shadow first. Hopefully by the time she came out, the threat would be gone.
She banged her fist on the door. The shirtless guy who answered the door was attractive - in a grumpy, unkempt way. Long unwashed and unbrushed purple hair hung to his shoulders, covering half his face, leaving one curious amber eye showing. "Who the fuck are you?" he grumbled.
"Meegan Hawthorne. Shadow's friend? I need to see her. Now." Meegan was used to always getting what she wanted. She hated having to wait. The grumpy purple haired boy brushed his bangs out his eyes and let her in, simply moving aside as Meegan pushed past him.
"Shadow's not here right now."
Meegan scowled. "Did she say when she'd be back?"
"Don't know. I was sleepin'."
Meegan snorted. "What a surprise," she said dryly. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Wilson Redfern," he answered, eyeing her with something like disgust. "I guess that makes you the werewolf."
She didn't like the way he said that. "And just what is *wrong* with being a werewolf?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.
Wilson was starting at her as if she had just asked the most insane question in the world. It was taking every ounce of her self control not to punch the guy.. What could Shadow possibly see in this jerk?
"I'm back," a familiar voice sang out. "You promised me sex, so I got us Chinese and French porn. I say we fuck first and eat later. Oh." Shadow stopped at the sight of Meegan. She put two plastic carrier bags on the coffee table. "Why are you here?"
"I'm being followed. I need to know if you've heard anything?" Meegan couldn't care less about interrupting Shadow's sex life. It was her a actual life that was on the line.
Shadow shook her head. Wilson had moved behind her and was kissing her neck, hands openly caressing her breasts and sliding under her shirt, completely oblivious to Meegan's presence. Meegan stared in anger and disbelief. Her blood was boiling with irritation.
Her instincts were telling her to shift and eat their guts. Unfortunately she wanted answered and Shadow was probably the best shot she had.
"Sorry, haven't heard anything about a hit on you," Shadow answered, not breathing to push her boyfriend of the way.
Meegan blinked. "Someone hired a hit on *me*?"
"Could be. Not exactly unheard of. This is a very competitive business."
Sensing the tone and in no mood to watch anymore of the display in front of her Meegan left the apartment. She decided now would be a good time to go home and back to her normal life.
Could there really be a hit out on her? She couldn't believe it. The hunter had become the hunted. ~Not if I have anything to do about it~ she thought angrily.
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