Path to Submission, Chapter 3: Beware the Watcher
Standing on the rock located several hundred yards from the tiny stream, the woman had a clear view of the clearing below. She had been here for several hours already, and although the scene had yet to change, she was confident that it soon would.
A slight noise from below brought her attention back to the clearing. The noise came repeatedly, each time with the same result. There appeared a group of people in that once vacate clearing, all of them shabby looking, and all of them wearing the same red strip of cloth tied securely around their left arms.
Konstantina stood as quietly as she could and watched the group. She knew them to be fellow Snatchers, but which group were they? Being the leader of a gang of Snatchers, herself, she knew many of them already…but this group…
She stared as one rather large, hairy man stalked back and forth. She knew him the moment she saw him.
Fenrir Greyback. Werewolf.
And if Greyback was here, that could only mean one thing.
The one she was after would be here, as well.
She would not be disappointed. Moments later, a tall, handsome man came out of the surrounding woods, and into the clearing. He swaggered in as if he owned the very place they now were, and took charge immediately.
The werewolf simply slunk away to sit on a fallen tree, no doubt nursing a grudge against the leader.
How interesting this was to watch. Konstantina shivered with excitement and something else…
…lust.
He was perfection!
Perfection, even with the miss-matched clothing, the disheveled hair, and the all too obvious air of total command, he was her vision of perfect.
An hour or so had gone by before she noticed the group starting to move off in separate directions. She watched as Greyback headed towards the deepest part of the woods…knowing what he would do in there. The others simply followed the many paths leading out of and around the clearing.
But, it was her vision of perfection that she watched closely. Where would he head? What direction would he take into the woods? Would he follow the path leading back the way he had come? Would he follow one of them to the river far below the clearing?
Or, Konstantina shivered with anticipation at the thought of it, would he follow the path that led upwards to the lone hill?
To the rock that she still stood upon?
She watched him for several moments. He seemed to be thinking about which direction he wanted to go, and every once in awhile, he would look up and study the path to the hill above. Finally, he came to his decision…
Konstantina held her breath.
Scabior strolled up the steep path towards the lone hill above. He stopped once or twice just to sniff the air, but when no scent worth any value was forth coming, he continued on his way.
He skirted around the fallen limbs, small rocks and various debris, before coming to the much larger boulder sized rocks. The path led further into the woods here, and he had decided it was to his advantage to take this path in.
What was not to his advantage, was the woman who watched him from her semi sort of lean against the largest of the rocks. He neither saw her nor heard her at first, but he would all too soon.
Scabior meandered in and out of the rocks, and back out onto the path. He followed it for short distance, before coming to a group of fallen trees. He jumped over one, slithered over another, and was just about to leap over the last of them, when he heard the laugh.
He froze where he stood. Lifting his head, he sniffed the air once more, but could not catch any intruding scent. Still, he knew he had heard that laugh.
He unfroze and slipped over the last fallen tree, heading towards the large rock that lay hidden by several smaller trees, and the woods beyond.
Scabior had just passed the rock when he heard the laugh again. And once more, he froze where he stood, sniffing the air…
"Well hello my handsome little snatcher."
Scabior spun around looking for the source of the voice. His eyes darted to the trees just beyond where he stood, yet he saw no one.
No one that is, until his eyes came to rest on the large rock directly to his left.
And, to the woman who sat there smiling darkly at him.
"Hello love, cat got your tongue?" She snickered.
Scabior simply stared at her, shaking his head furiously.
"Bleedin' Christ woman! Wot the 'ell made ya do that?" He snarled.
Konstantina stood up from her place on the rock, and walked over to where he stood on the path. For a moment, she stood in front of him watching his face. She smiled gleefully.
"Ah yes, she spoke true! You are quite the fine looking one! But, I don't believe her description of you was entirely correct."
Scabior 's lips curled up in a faint grin.
"Yeah, who might ya be talkin about? She?"
Konstantina laughed.
"Why, your little friend, Willow!" She studied his lips briefly, before she began to walk in a circle around him. "Yes, she told me so much about you…Scabior."
His mouth fell open. Willow? He hadn't…she couldn't be…
No, it couldn't be true.
Scabior was damn sure Willow was dead. He had left her for dead…just three days ago..he remembered that…
Konstantina walked around him slowly, taking in every inch of him…stopping to tsk about his appearance, or to compliment him on how handsome he was.
"Quite delicious, really."
She came to stop in front of him again. For a long while they only stared at each other, neither of them willing to say anything…
"I am Konstantina." She finally said after a long silence, bowing slightly to him.
Scabior's eyes went wide in recognition of the name.
"Yer 'er! I 'eard about you! Female leader of a group of Snatchers…"
Again, she bowed to him.
"That I am, handsome." Her green eyes regarded him greedily.
Scabior grinned, not noticing how she stared at him. Or, how close she had come to him.
"Yeah, so it's been nice meetin' ya, but I do 'ave business to attend to."
Konstantina smiled slowly at him and shook her head.
"No. No that just will not do…" She sneered at him coldly.
Scabior started to go around her, when he suddenly felt himself hit what felt like a solid wall, and bounce backwards.
She laughed.
"Going somewhere, Scabior?"
He stared at her silently. Something was not right here…he could feel it…
…smell it.
Konstantina laughed once more. She reached out a hand to stroke his cheek…she closed her eyes, lips parted…
She inhaled deeply. A look of pure ecstasy floated over her pale face.
"Mmmm, your scent is quite intoxicating, handsome."
Scabior for the first time since she appeared, felt that all too familiar twitching from his groin…she was beautiful…how had he not noticed before?
How had he not noticed her, period?
He shook his head to rid himself of any thoughts. The twitching continued…and before long, it would grow in intensity…it would drive him mad.
Konstantina allowed her hand to travel slowly down to the oddly out of place pink scarf. She fingered it for a long moment…she could smell another female upon it, and a fought back a wave of jealousy. No matter, that other female…she would no longer matter to him, Konstantina see to that easily enough.
She muttered a few words under her breath, and Scabior felt his hands clamp together, and tied tightly by invisible rope. A deep growl rose up out of him.
"Just wot the 'ell are you playin at?" He hissed.
She only smiled coolly at him.
Taking hold of the oddly out of place pink scarf, she jerked him forward, her face merely inches from his.
"Oh sorry, handsome…didn't I tell you?" She smiled again. "No? Not to worry, love…I shall explain everything once back at my camp."
Scabior was livid at this point.
"Your camp? Wot the bloody 'ell do you think yer doing to me?"
Konstantina patted him cheek softly.
"You'll understand more once we get there."
Tugging roughly on the scarf, she led him back down the way he had come.
She turned around, caught his chin in her hand, and crushed her lips to his, kissing him roughly and deeply, him returning the kiss in kind.
Konstantina broke the kiss abruptly, pulling back from him only slightly.
"As I said, you will understand more back at the camp…"
She leaned back in towards him…her lips inches from his...she brushed a small kiss over his lips…smiling…and before he could utter anything, she bit down hard on his lower lip, sending him jolting back away from her.
"But for now, Scabior…I do believe you should shut up."