Chapter 3: Circles of hell
In school we were forced to read parts of Dante's 'Divine comedy'. All I can remember from it was that there were nine circles of hell that the main charachter had to travel through. Man, let me tell you,he had it easy! I know, since never were there any weregirls that he had to face off in his travels through hell.
I have dreaded this pack meeting the entire week and sure enough the first thing I have to face is Emil smiling dumbly at me when I enter, starting to kiss my ass like the fool he is, trying to engage me in talk of a number of topics that he thinks would interest me: Guitar hero, sports, even girls. Like I would want to talk about girls with him! In fact I don't want to talk to him about anything, except if it is about setting a date and place for when I can kick his ass.
My rudely grunted replies and silences don't seem to send him the message quickly enough. Idiot! So I give him the look of death, the one that says, 'meet me in the woods so I can kill you'. He starts stuttering, apologizing and quickly scurries to hide behind Samantha, using her as his shield. Pussy!
Samantha of course senses her imprints unease and misery and starts lecturing me about my immature childish ways.
"Why can't you just bury the hatchet already. We've forgiven you for attacking Emil. So now you have to accept that I and Emil are a couple, we are soulmates. You can't go around dreaming of me anymore!" They had forgiven me?! Excuse me?! I am dreaming of her?! Fuck you bitch!
I try to walk away so I won't explode and she all but orders me into the kitchen to help Kyle and Emil, so I can hang out with "..the guys, because I must miss being in male company."
That I do, miss male company that is, since Samantha has forbidden me from continuing with any of my sport activities, due to the suspicions my speed and strength would raise. Dropping out of my football team has made me become a questionable character among the guys I usually hang out with. My constant patrols keep me from parties and other social activities too. I am becoming a loner with alarming speed, but that doesn't mean that I want to start to hang out with Kyle or Emil or start cooking! Even if the two pathetic excuses for the male specimen love playing the parts of housewives switching recipes and watching their girls eat, doesn't mean that I do. I'm not a fucking maid! I do not cook. I barbecue and sure, I do know how to cook a mean pasta, but that is only, only for a girl worthy of it . Like Jackie. I would love making my pasta for Jackie! And I would cook for my sister, but that's where I draw the line. I made the mistake to cook for Samantha when we dated, but never will I ever cook for her again. Ever!
Thinking about Jackie I stalk into the living room in hopes of having my spirits lifted by her intoxicating presence, and her radiating smile, only to realize that having to hear her talk about Brian fucking Swan is another of the circles of hell.
"Edwina is so not right for Brian. Charlene loves me and it's obvious she doesn't like Edwina. I know Brian's close to his mom, so that's gotta be a good thing right?" Jackie asks, and of course the girls agree. I consider telling Jackie that Billie likes me a hell of a lot better than Brian Swan, but manage to bite my tongue.
"That bitch Edwina just keeps on controlling Brian and guilt tripping him about seeing me! Why can't he see that I would be so much better for him!"
We all have heard how Edwina controls every move Brian makes, that she even trampled with his car so she couldn't go and visit Jackie and stuff like that. Now that's psychotic if you ask me, but apparently this Brian thinks it's endearing. He is one fucked up idiot.
"You know what Brian called me the other day?! He said I was his sun!" Jackie beams.
I grit my teeth. I bet that sleazy calculating bastard is just saying that to keep Jackie hanging on. He's such a manipulating little fucker. If it wasn't for his mom, Charlene, and the fact that I like her, and her being a great friend of my family, I would've rearranged Brian's face a long time ago. I just don't get how Charlene could have such a failure weakling as a son. I know Charlene has a backbone, even though she is a little reserved and quiet, and good morals too, so I don't understand where Brian has learned it's okay to use other people. I've never met his dad, Rainer, but from what I've heard he is pretty far out there, some kind of a manic depressive hippie. I do feel sorry for Brian having to had take care of his dad during his childhood, but does this mean that he has to be such a dick? Brian's fucked up childhood is no excuse for him to be taking advantage of my Jackie! Jackie could be my sun, my moon, my stars, my earth! Hell, she might just be my whole universe if she would let me love her. The minute Brian hurts her I'm gonna kill him and the I will be there and comfort her and show her that she can always trust me, that I can be the shoulder she can cry on.
"I'm thinking about just walking up to Brian and kissing him!" Jackie says and that has the girls squealing about it being a good idea. Good idea?! It's the fucking worst idea I have ever heard of!
I can't stand listening to her talking about kissing that fucking egotistical wimp. I storm into the kitchen to get myself a much needed beer, only to witness Kyle and Geraldine go all lovey dovey, and make goo goo eyes at each other. Makes me want to barf.
"Who's my big bad wolf?" Kyle coos and I swear I have to fight to keep the contents of my stomach from being spray painted all over Emil's and Samantha's kitchen walls and floor. Not that I would care, if I didn't know for a fact that Samantha would alpha command me into cleaning up after myself and probably force me to repaint too.
Geraldine growls playfully in response and twitters back, "Kyle, you are my little red riding hood... Oh yes you are, yes you are." and I swear I just went blind from seeing her groping Kyle and grinding against him like a dog in heat. I swallow bile as I try to make my escape, but unfortunately not swift enough since I have to witness them starting to make out worse than horny fourteen year olds, sucking each others faces like there is no tomorrow. Revolting! It's all such a turn off, that I seriously consider becoming a monk.
The beer isn't doing me any good anymore, I need something stronger and I need it now!
Of course, since I'm spiraling downwards through the circles of hell Quillie prevents me from getting shit faced drunk. I raided the liqueur cabinet when no one saw, and have started downing the bottle of whiskey I distinctly recognize as the one I got from my football team when I told them I was engaged to Samantha. It's mine, so I am in my full right to drink it. There is a hell of a lot of booze in the cabinet that is mine.
"Sweet! You raided the liqueur stash!" Quillie shouts, shouts!, alerting Samantha. Resulting in her coming to chastise me. "Gimme a taste!" Quillie begs.
"Goddammit Lee! What is wrong with you? We are having a nice dinner party and you always have to make a scene. Now you are trying to make Quillie drunk! She's just sixteen Lee, it's so not cool to try to get a young girl drunk and plan to take advantage of her." Samantha starts her lecture as she takes in the scene, me half lying on the back porch with Quillie seated by my side, trying to reach for the bottle.
What the fuck!? I am not planning on getting anyone else drunk except myself, and sure as hell don't "plan on taking advantage" of Quillie. If someone is being taken advantage off, it's me!
"Don't give me that look, Lee. You have to get over me and understand that I have moved on. Sitting here drinking and being bitter is not going to cut it!" Samantha continues in her condescending tone. Man, I DO NOT WANT HER BACK. EVER! She's so fucking full of herself she can't see that I don't want her anymore. Nobody want her but my deluded voodoo affected cousin. How the hell could I think of her as my dreamgirl? I must have been crazy.
"Sitting here wallowing in self-pity and drinking the liqueur I have been saving for mine and Emil's engagement party is such juvenile behavior. I expected better from you Lee, I really did, but you just keep on disappointing me and everybody else."
My alcohol fumed brain goes into overload, if it was a computer hard disk it would've crashed. I'm a disappointment to her? How the fuck dare she! Engagement?! She and Emil are engaged? They were going to use my booze at their engagement party?! That cheap son of a bitch Emil couldn't consider getting a job and buying his own booze? He can't stop himself, can he!? Got to take everything that is mine?! Fuck you Emil!
"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?!!!" Quillie starts squealing and hooraying loud enough for every weregirl to hear.
"Show us your ring Samantha!" Geraldine begs as she rushes to join us, tailed by the others who all are squealing and – fuck me – fangirling like crazy. If this isn't hell I don't know what is!
Man, you all have to believe me when I tell you that I try my hardest not to look at that god dammed ring.
"Is it a real diamond?" Pauline asks, and I swear I can see the dollar signs flashing in her eyes.
"Of course. I had it remade from some other jewelry I had lying around." That's when I look at the ring Samantha is wearing in a long chain around her neck.
Motherfucking son of a bitch! That cheap motherfucker to a cousin I have, hasn't even bought her a new ring. This is the same fucking ring I proposed to Samantha with. Sure it's been redone, but I recognize that stone anywhere!
"It's real pretty!" Sandy shrills, but looks anxiously at me with sad eyes. Sandy recognizes it too. For once I wish I had a violent and aggressive sister who would, maybe, I dunno, slap Samantha in the face and call her all those things I want to say to her, but haven't since my mom has stressed the importance of never ever saying certain things to a girl, no matter what. Words like whore, slut or two-timing bitch.
I'm shaking so badly I think the entire wood porch quivers under my rocking.
"For the love of god Lee! Get a grip of yourself. You have to accept this, I'm getting married, you can't have me anymore. The sooner you realize this the better for all of us." Samantha glares at me.
"After you calmed down you can come inside, because there is something Emil wants to ask you. If the porch brakes, you are rebuilding it!"
Most of all I want to explode out of my skin, but I don't want to give Samantha the satisfaction of seeing me being affected by her "wonderful" news. After a couple, well truthfully more like millions of deep breaths and thoughts of mauling the other side of Emil's face and Samantha having to watch Emil cheating on her with someone else, I find strength enough to calm down and go and find my traitor cousin.
Wouldn't you know it, finding him leads me to – what is the number now? - the sixth circle of hell. Emil's face glows with what I guess is joy of being engaged to Samantha, the alpha bitch.
"Lee, bro, I'm sorry for how things went down and you finding out like this. I tried to tell you earlier but you didn't give me the chance." Bro?! He is calling me bro? I rather think about ways of killing myself than have to listen to this. Like stabbing your brother in the back is something I could just forgive and forget, just like that. Any other guy would know that after he dumps the bitch that has gotten in our way and I have thrown a couple of punches at him, we could start being bros again, but Emil has made no effort of dumping Samantha to my knowledge, no he stelas my girl, my booze and my ring.
"Have a muffin! I've saved these just for you, chocolate, it's this new recipe I tried out. Samantha loves them." Now he is trying to butter me up in the worst possible way. No way I'm touching them. Never in my wildest nightmares did I dream that Emil would end up as the Muffin man and now here I am to behold the horrific sight of my own kin stooping this low! Oh god! I just realized that I indeed know the muffin man. How is that for evidence of me being in HELL!
"Lee, I wish you want to be my best man!" Emil pleas looking like he wants to cry. That girlfriend stealing backstabbing son of a bitch wants me to be his best man! Fuck that! Fuck this, all of this!
Could go berserk, could phase and rip the motherfucker's head off, but I treat him much better than he deserves. Instead I manage to fling myself out the door before I actually kill him. That brings me to meet the worst of all she-devils. Pauline. The nail in the coffin of my existence as a healthy virile young man.
You'll see.
I am storming off tearing my t-shirt over my head in the process and as I reach the tree-line I start unbuckling my belt. But wouldn't you know as I am to pull my pants down I hear a low growl. I freeze.
"Lee. No need to hide yourself. Go ahead. Drop the pants." She purrs and I feel sick to my stomach.
What the fuck is she doing here?
She steps out of the trees and starts ravage my body with her eyes. Now prior to this shit in my life I might have thought it's very sexy for a girl to growl and purr and make animalistic noises coming out of the woods with the intention of fucking my brains out, but hearing Pauline's growls and innuendos is not sexy! It's repulsing.
"I've been waiting for you Lee, I knew you would need some stress relieving after hearing about the engagement. I'm at your disposal" she says as she would have sensed my question, dropping her gaze to my groin, licking her lips.
I feel naked and dirty, mentally swearing for having taken my t-shirt off as Pauline steps closer and grabs a hold of my biceps, trying to press herself against me.
"Baby, let me help you with these pants and any other problem you might have..." She drawls suggestively, trailing her other hand down my abs.
Shit!
Pauline's advances does not have the effect one might expect. In fact Pauline's touch works more like a cold shower, or having ice dropped in your boxers.
"Get you hands off me woman!" I snarl as I step backwards trying to shake her grip off of me. The girl clings to me like a squid. How the hell did she get this strong?
"Aw baby, don't be scared of Pauline, Pauline's gonna take care of little Lee." She murmurs in a sickening way now starting to rubbing my length.
Do not touch me crazy sex-maniac! Taha Aki, please save me!
In any other situation I would say that a real man is one to never back down, and stay and make his point come cross, but meeting this evil witch I do the only sensible thing. I shove her of of me and run! Who in their right mind wouldn't?
"Baby, why are you running away? Are you scared of Pauline? Don't be scared, Lee. I'll bring out the animal in you!" She guffaws after me.
Fuck! My life is seriously fucked up! First I'm tormented by my cold-hearted bitch for an ex-girlfriend and my backstabbing cousin, then sexually assaulted by a sexcrazed wolf throwing herself at me like she is in heat.
I feel so distressed I think I actually might break down. Of course we all know what kind of relief washes stress away, in that way I would say Pauline was right, but that hell-wolf, is just adding to my emotional distress.
Shower, now that's a place where I can do two things at once. Firstly, to wash the filth from Pauline's stare away. Secondly, to find much needed release from the awfulness of my life. Let me just say that conditioner can be used in many ways, as we all know.
I close my eyes and start to think of a luscious blond, you know a playboy bunny-type, someone who is the total opposite of the hell-hounds I'm forced to associate with.
The hot blonde with the very impressive rack and perfectly round ass, not to mention the smooth and long legs steps in with me in the shower. 'Lee', she murmurs. 'You are so big. I have never seen anyone as big as you.' as she trails her hand over my length.
I stroke myself in a steady rhythm, but...nothing! Nothing?!
I freak!
Who wouldn't?! But I immediately think of a remedy.
The luscious blonde is now joined by another hottie, a brunette, actually it's Megan Fox who joins us in the shower. 'Lee, now let me help you out' she says as she guides my hands to massage her wonderfully perky breasts as the blonde is taking me fully in her mouth.
Still nothing! Oh my god! I'm freaking out here! Now I have emptied the entire bottle of conditioner in my hand and stroke myself furiously.
Megan Fox moans my name and I kiss her down her neck.
'Baby, Pauline's here to help you out. Pauline's here to fuck you like an animal!"
I think I actually let out a scream. WHAT THE FUCK!!?
Never ever have I experienced such sheer horror as having my mind invaded by the sexcrazed she-wolf. Not only is my body uncooperative, my brain makes it a hell of a lot worse.
Every time I close my eyes my head fills with images of Pauline, a predatory look in her eyes. Oh god, I thought I experienced hell before, but this is HELL! I'm fucked!
Since I no longer can trust my mind I have to resolve to pictures. Romulus and Remus Black had themselves an impressive stash of a certain type of magazines that they hid in their tool shed. So I rush there and bring them home, luckily without meeting anyone. Luckily the entire stash is untouched and safe.
A picture always does wonders for the imagination. Or so I had believed up until this moment! Nothing happens! NOTHING! NOTHING!
Little Lee does not work! The were-girls have killed him!
Taha Aki, what have I done to deserve a fate like this!!? Why, why, WHY does the gods hate me?! Why does fate hate me? What have I done wrong?
OH MY GOD! I am impotent! I'M IMPOTENT! I AM IMPOTENT!
Jackie will never want me now! No-one will ever want me!
I'm a nineteen year old impotent werewolf. I'm a genetic dead end. My little soldiers are not good for any one. I have no prospects for the future anymore.
I might as well kill myself!
I'm fucked! FUCKED!
AN: It's going to get worse for poor Lee, because as we all know the pack is going to find out, oh yes they will!