Storm Warning

Disclaimer: Anything you could sue me for isn't mine

This is an AU story


Max stood outside Fogle towers, looking up at the light shimmering from the highest window, sure enough she would be up there soon. With him. Alone with him. The thought put up her defences, but she suspected that they would melt into that soft feeling upon seeing him. She hadn't met anybody who did that before, it was as if being with him made her feel secure, safe almost. Blinking she looked at the entrance, wondering what had come over her. She looked down and saw the reflection of the sky in a puddle, underneath the dimly lit streetlight next to her. Turning her head to the sky she could see the omen, as the clouds cracked and the rain began to beat down on the city, it became clear that a Storm was coming.

Not wishing to be drenched by the heavy Seattle downpour Max hurried inside the building and swiftly into the elevator to Logan's penthouse. Upon her way up she thought of the many ways in which she could appear, of what impression she wanted to give.

"Hey Max, how did you get in?"

"I picked the lock, figured you would be busy cooking and I didn't want you burning my dinner"

Hmm, maybe a bit too 'Feed me, feed me now'. Nah, don't like that one much.

"Hey Max" he says as he opens the door to her.

"Hey Logan, you wouldn't believe what happened to me today! I was..."

Nah, seems to 'me me me', plus nothing actually happened today. Damn

"Hey Max" he says as he opens the door to her

"Fuck me" Said simply, it requires a simple answer, yet not a verbal one.

Dragging her into his arms he devoured her mouth as she let her eager hands roam his body, being pushed against the now kicked shut door Max tore his shirt off much like he had just done to her, and scraped her nails over his back and shoulders as he pleasured her chest with his mouth and ripped off her underwear with his free hand. Having been lifted up she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her onto him, hard and deep. Biting down on his shoulder he panted heavily as she cried out at the repeat of the process, grinding upon him as she... wondered what the fuck am I thinking?

Max snapped too, breathing heavily as the doors opened with the ping of arrival. Stepping out she decided she needed a few minutes in the corridor to cool herself off and to collect her thoughts. To her that was completely out of character, unless of course she was going into heat again. Usually she would panic, but her heat cycle wasn't yet due. Despite that unanimously being her favoured entrance it was not the one she was going to take, she wouldn't take any. She would stop this and just be herself, which was a pleasure she could only really enjoy alone with him, the only person now alive who knew of her Manticore ties.

Besides, this was the first time she had fantasised about a guy so intensely when she wasn't in heat. What made it strange was that she had already had him once, and Max usually hated the guys she had 'got it on' with. But Logan was different from other men; he captivated her, what made him tick?


Looking at the clock it was a quarter to seven, and Logan had just about finished cooking. The table was set and music was playing in the background. The lights where dimmed only slightly, he didn't want to seem like a weirdo. Everything was going to plan. He couldn't really decide what to make for dinner, so he thought "ah fuck it, I'll make everything!"

He had prepared small amounts of things, like a buffet or tasting assortment, just with enough for a good meal for two. Sitting at his island counter he sipped at his glass of cherry coke, wondering if he should get changed again. He was garmented in a jet -black short sleeve shirt and black jeans with red detail, he didn't quite feel like being bright, he dressed how he felt. It was strange, he was excited, but most of the day after she went he had felt a bit self conscious, waiting for the giant mistake that he felt was inevitable on his part. He sat there picking at a bowl of rosemary-mashed potatoes yet to go on the table, licking his fork clean with intricate precision. Ten minutes passed and he had eaten half of it, so he stood to put the bowl on the dining table so he left some for his guest too. Upon him setting it down he heard a knock on his door, which meant she was here. Was this a good thing, or was his paranoia correct, was he going to mess this all up?

Despite his hindering mind he strode over to the door before finding it already open, only an inch or so though. Pulling it fully open to reveal Max, whom was stood there holding a bag, but after noticing the bag he noticed what she was wearing. He was struck earlier with the notion that tonight was only a formality before their trip to the place of her creation, so he as semi casual, which is what he guessed she was.

Stood in a breathtakingly curve complimenting simple red tank top and tight faded jeans with black sneakers she smirked like a guilty kid. "I kinda picked the lock but I didn't want to come in without being invited" She chuckled, her smile stabbing at his heart.

"What are you, a vampire or something?" he laughed, vampires usually requiring an invitation before entering a residence. He held his arm into his penthouse signalling his desire for her to enter.

"No, one genetic abnormality is enough for me, I'm not a collector" she said coyly as she walked in. Logan shut the door behind her, struggling not to watch her ass as she strolled in, but what he was weak enough to see was astounding. Besides wise cracks about the finer points of vampiric lore, the y walked silently over to the dinning table where a spread fit for kings lay, albeit miniature kings servings.

"My god that smells good, what's this?" she asked him, readily helping herself to the Chinese pork, sucking her fork in a most attention grabbing way.

"Thought I might go for a bit of a mixed thing tonight, not knowing your preferences I went with the two styles I couldn't pick between, glorified English roast and oriental spiced meats" He said.

"You make it sound like nothing," Max laughed between tastes of sweet and sour chicken and pea soup, "this is awesome!"

Logan almost blushed, or at least he would have if he weren't in awe of her speed eating. He was at the refrigerator about to get drinks when he noticed she had seated herself and began to feed. In his uncles old circle this would have been punished by death, but Logan thought it cute, at least he knew she liked his cooking.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked smirking as she looked up at him after discovering the finer qualities of the potato remnants. She suddenly looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"You must think I'm an animal" she frowned at him realising that a posh guy like him must be used to etiquette or something.

"Of course not, I think of it as a compliment" he smiled a genuine smile, which gave her that fuzzy thing she found unusual. Despite his warming gesture she laid off the food until he returned with two tall glasses of coke.

"Ah, can't argue with a classic", She half expected something else outstanding but almost laughed when he brought her a common carbonated drink. Sipping it she saw he was watching her as he sat down to start eating, and when she arched an eyebrow at the strange taste he blushed.

"I erm, kinda remember you like cherry, so I broke out some cherry coke" He seemed to be avoiding eye contact as he picked at some spicy lamb on his plate.

"I thought you didn't know what I liked?" she asked quizzically.

"I remembered your lip balm" He said shyly.

"Oh."

His head was screaming with mute horror, "You fucking idiot! What the fuck have you..."

"Cool"

He looked up at her, and she didn't even seem phased by his instantly regrettable comment.


Rumandello, he decided, he would keep. It had nothing to do with him, but 57 was affiliated with that dead fucking bitch, so that was out, and his real name James brought him upsetting flash backs when mentioned. So the logical option was the name he adopted to give him strength, even if he had doubted its effectiveness.

He decided to head to the city, where he needed to regroup. He had no idea what he would do after he killed 452, so maybe he should delay it a bit, maybe enjoy the fact nobody was looking for him now.

The hunted had become the hunter.


"You cook like that every night?" Max asked as they sat on his sofa, looking out his large window and watching the foreboding cracks forming in the sky, the lightning shattering the usually steady rainfall noise.

"Not quite in that fashion but yeah I guess I do" He smirked

"I think I might come over more often"

Both of them sat in silence, taking in her comment, staring out the window wondering what they would find at the burning site of Max's creation.