Melina walked into Bliss with a smile on her face. And why not, dinner was absolutely fabulous. She licked her lips, hmmm, never had she felt so satisfied before. A little background information about Melina, she's a female master. Those are about as rare as a two dollar bill. She was made by a council member before said council member fell victim to Eternity. Melina didn't care what the Patricia, Andrew or that little fairy Jeffrey thought about the situation or Eternity; she had already bought the situation up before council. She swore vengeance on the little whore and revenge was oh so close.
"Lina, Lina, Lina" the bartender said. "What can I do you for?"
"The name is Melina," she told him, "And I'll take a white wine spritzer,"
"Color or no?" Johnny "Nitro" Hennigan asked. He had been a bartender here at Bliss for as long as anyone could remember. He could fire off anyone's regular drink at the drop of a hat, but Melina, as she liked to be called, was different. She rarely ordered the same thing twice.
Melina licked her lips, "I'll take color, please."
"We had some top shelf come in earlier," Johnny cleaned out a glass for her, "Interested?"
Melina turned her humorless smile on him; he watched her eyes as they flashed colors. "Ask that question again."
"I swear you're not fun anymore since you turned master," Johnny slid her drink over to her.
She caught it without blinking, "I'm not supposed to be fun any more Johnny," she took a sip, rolling the sweet taste on her tongue. "I'm supposed to have all the fun now."
Johnny shook his head with a smile; he had known Melina for years and of all the years he'd known her she'd always been manipulative, possessive and even before becoming a one of the few rare female master vampires, dangerous. You could see it in those midnight black eyes of hers, she was absolutely sinister.
"Something wrong Johnny?" Melina asked, her smile was humorless once more but this time it flashed the slightest hint of fang.
"Nope," Johnny turned to tend to the other patrons of Bliss and he hoped to keep it that way.
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The male panther ran in with Eternity draped over his shoulders, "John this one is urgent dude."
"Sean, what have I told you about dragging stray women off the street?"
"At least this one's hot," Steven looked at the scantily clad unconscious female his twin brought into the club. "Where did you find her?"
"Around the corner," Sean explained. "She was taking on three Hellcats on her own."
John perked up at hearing the word hellcat, "Hey then you summon Patricia or Andrew and tell them we have a stray."
Randy's eyes narrowed at the utterance of the queen of the bitch goddesses' name. "You've got to be kidding me. Why not just call Rocky?"
"Because Rocky is gods' knows where." John looked at him.
"Haven't you heard? Rocky's up here for the week," Randy perked up. "He, Bride and the baby are here on vacation."
"Fine, fine whatever," John waved him off. "I don't care who you call, get her out of my club."
"John," Sean was shocked at his brother, "she's been injured, look."
John took the time to look at the gaping wound in the young woman's shoulder, "Okay, okay," John said. "Even I have a heart."
"Yeah he does," said a strange female voice. "What's going on out here?"
"Maria, you take your little self back up those steps this instant," John growled attempting to scold her knowing he never could.
Maria was the only female out of the pack. She was the baby and all five of her brothers were insanely protective of her with good reason of course, in their minds anyway.
Maria brushed her brother off and walked toward her brother who had a female over his shoulder, "Don't you think she deserves more dignity than that?"
Sean cocked his head, "What?"
Maria shook her head, here he had this girl in this mini skirt over his shoulder with her ass in the air for a group of horny men in a nightclub to see and he says with a straight face, 'what?' "Take her upstairs, I will tend to her."
John looked at the ceiling, "How the hell do I manage to get into this shit?!"
John Cena was the alpha male in a six panther pack. He and his siblings were what are known amongst the crescents as alabaster panthers. Named that due to the white color of their fur in panther form, the Cena clan was a rare breed. John was the eldest and took care of all of them but he was also the most selfish bastard that any of them had ever laid two eyes on. He had no love for strangers and as soon as his sister tended to the stray upstairs they all knew it would be happy trails to her.
"Trouble just seems to follow you dude," Randy patted his shoulder. He looked to where Sean was maneuvering through the club with the young woman on his shoulder, "Though I wouldn't mind getting in to that kind of trouble."
"Shut up man," John fought the urge to pop Randy's head. Randy Orton, jaguar crescent and ladies man to the masses. "I don't need this shit right now."
"Why?" Randy asked, "You think Sean or Steven would attack her?"
"I doubt it." John sniffed the air, "She's not in heat."
"Where the hell did she come from?"
"Now there's a question I wouldn't mind having the answer to." John rubbed the back of his neck, "I do not need to expose this club to any more shit."
"Well I think you had better get on the horn and call Rocky then. He should know who she is."
John looked at Randy, "Yeah, you're right. Let me go up to the office and make that call."
John made his way up to the office that over looked the club and sat down in his high backed leather chair. He rubbed his forehead as he had quite a dilemma. He knew his siblings thought he was a coldhearted bastard and a lot of ways he was but he only meant to protect his pack and his investment. Strangers usually brought trouble and he definitely did not need that kind of trouble.
"Rocky," John said into his phone, "I got an injured stray in my club."
Rocky was a Bengal tiger crescent with an easy going nature that would sooner rip you limb from limb than raise his voice to yell. He and John's clan were very close and Rocky sat on the Sentinel jury for crescents.
"Male or female?"
"Female."
"Injury?"
"Sean says she was battling three hellcats at once so she's got some lacerations but a deep one on her shoulder."
"You talk to Melina or Andrew?"
"She's one of us."
"Okay, who is she?"
"I don't know."
"Breed?"
"I don't know."
"Well, don't you think it's high time you found out?"
Sending telepathy to his brother tending to the young woman, I need to know breed and a name.
Kali Eternity Giovanni and I don't know what breed but looking at her, I'd say panther.
What kind of panther? Jaguar or Leopard?
I'm going to go ahead and guess leopard.
"Okay Rocky, I don't have much, Sean guesses that she's a pantera crescent, probably of Leopard descent."
"Okay. Do you have a name?"
"Kali Eternity Giovanni."
That's the last name that Rocky wanted to hear, "Shit," the tiger hissed on the other end, "I can't help you. You got to talk to David."
"Fuck," John hissed, "That's not what I wanted to hear."
"Yeah well it isn't exactly what I wanted to say."
David 'The Animal' Batista, the most hair triggered bastard anyone had ever, ever come across. The other crescents tended to steer clear of because the slightest thing pissed him off and you were a dead man or woman. The man had no preference and the only thing that he loved more than death was fear. The man had major issues.
"Shit, Rocky I can't call him."
"Well, would you rather deal with her yourself?" Rocky asked.
"You know I don't do well with strays."
"Yeah well, then you know what to do." Rocky hung up the phone.
After I just said I had a heart, I send this poor, innocent child into a lion's den smelling like a damned gazelle!
John was unsure of what to do. The last thing he needed was an unfamiliar, unmated pantera in his club but on the other hand, the last thing she needed was to be turned over and possibly killed by David.
Picking up the phone he dialed those familiar numbers, "It's me. Yeah, I got a live one for ya."
-
In panther form David Batista was gorgeous but in human form it was like 'Fuck! Damn! Shit! Did you see that?!' But what he was looking at was equivalent to the feeling as he looked down at the Asian beauty sleeping peacefully.
"How long has she been here?" he asked gruffly.
John shrugged, "A day or so." He said.
"That's a nasty wound in her shoulder."
"We know."
David sniffed the air around her, "She's unmated."
"Noticed." John said.
"Set her free." And with that David disappeared.
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David paced in his house. He had never seen anything that beautiful. Her skin was like that of milk mixed with a bit of cinnamon as it held the slightest hint of brown. Her eyes were closed but her eye lashes touched her cheek in her sleep. Her full bosom was just enough to hold in his hand, her hips round and her legs were long. He could tell she was panther; power permeated out of her every pore even in her sleep. She was haunting him and had never known him.
Melina flashed in front of him baring her fangs. A mischievous light danced in her eyes.
"She's the devil incarnate you know?"
"Who?"
Melina smiled, "Don't play stupid with me David. She's a murderer."
"Murderer?" David looked at her with an eyebrow cocked.
"She killed Kurt."
"Kurt Kurt? As in councilman Angle Kurt?"
"The very one. She sent me his fangs to me in battle stance as a remembrance."
"You're telling me a fledgling, because she couldn't possibly be any more than about 75 years old killed Councilman Angle?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you. I have already spoken to the other members of the Sentinel council. It is time; they say she must be put down."
"Without trial?"
"Find, you judge her." she handed him the Isis blade used to kill their kind, "And then kill her."