Here it is. I might not actually get this done tonight (grrrr), since I actually need sleep to function correctly and I have homework to do tomorrow.
Disclaimer:
*sighs heavily* Do I have to do this?
(all those annoying government and copyright people) YES, YOU DO
*pfft* Fine; I don't own Darkest Powers. Don't sue me.
On with it!
~ANTONIO POV~
I clapped slowly, sarcastically, as that mutt turned back into a wolf. Her and the black one had just sat, staring at each other, for ages after the black one morphed. It looked painful.
"Bravo, bravo," I said, and the red wolf's head snapped up in my direction, nostrils flaring.
"I must admit, I'm surprised you found your lost packmate; and, in this form, you're so much easier to take," I said, disgust making my voice sound arrogant. They both snorted in disdain.
Both were big, even by werewolf standards. Maybe this wouldn't be such a piece of cake… no, Davidoff said that they would be easy. And I wanted my revenge; that Charlotte got me thrown out of my own coven! She had to go down, one way or another.
Then, they growled. Two full throat growls that, quite frankly, were terrifying, directed at me because I pissed them off. It resonated through the clearing and into the trees. No. No fear, they can't hurt me. They can't hurt me. My breathing calmed slightly.
The big black one stepped forward, growling. The red one followed, and they had a brief staring contest before turning back to me.
"You can't hurt me, you know; you're nothing but lowly mutts," I said, even to myself I sounded arrogant. The black one looked ready to prove me wrong.
The red one growled deeply and the black one howled. It was long and eerie; a normal wolf sounded like some cheap knock-off. Lights flicked on in the 'safe' house, which, really, wasn't that safe. Ever heard of closing the window? Apparently not. Stupid people.
Doors slammed, and multiple sets of feet ran towards the clearing. Damn, I was caught.
I turned and ran for the hills, or the EG compound (whichever came first), and thought I felt something slip out of my pocket. No time now, got to run before I lose my throat, which I happen to like very much where it is at the moment.
~CHARLIE POV~
Un. Be. Leivable. He came to OUR territory and threatened us on our own land! A strong, low growl ripped through my chest, before the fever returned. Lauren, Kit, Chloe, Simon, Rickie and Tori had arrived at some point. I started convulsing as they arrived. Rickie immediately moved to come towards me, but Lauren, that bleep, stopped him.
"She'll kill you, idiot," she hissed. Rickie glared at her, shaking her strong grip off easily and dropping to my side anyway.
I threw up. Again. Hadn't I emptied my stomach already? Ugh. Derek started Changing back next to me, everyone watching on confused. They hadn't seen him until he started to do the same as me, what with him being black and all… soon, we both lay naked in the centre of the clearing, the rest of the group turned away. Really? We all have the same bodies. Sheesh, humans are so… strange.
"What happened?" asked Rickie desperately. He was worried.
"We were confronted by Antonio," I said. He bared his suddenly deadly fangs in a feral, inhuman hiss. He looked madder than I'd ever seen him. I sniffed, the smell of stale foods wafting from the direction he'd come from.
"He's been watching us in the safehouse," I informed everyone. Now I knew why the smell had been so familiar.
Kit looked astonished and Lauren… the bleep looked at her feet with a small smirk on her face! She knew; she'd been meeting him in the attic! The audacity of that woman! I growled at her suddenly.
"You knew," I growled. Her head snapped up, eyes wide.
"You knew all along; you told them where to find us!" I accused, my voice deadly quiet. Derek took one look at her face, and scowled deeply. A full throat growl resonated from my packmate. There it is; knew he'd find it eventually.
"Y-you're delusional!" she stammered, trying to cover her treachery.
"I told you they're dangerous!" she screeched. Derek growled again, lower and more threatening.
"Cool it, wolf-boy," I told him. He shifted his glare to me.
"Don't call me that, you hypocrite," he grunted. Even though it sounded insulting, I could hear the undercurrent of amusement that was otherwise undetectable. The change had done wonders on his temperament.
"Give it a rest; I forgot where I put my pants," I said. He smirked, holding them up. A cloud blew from where it was obscuring the moon as I moved to grab them and a flash of white on the ground caught my attention. I pounced on it instead of grabbing my shorts from Derek. It was a single slip of paper, marked in neat, black ink.
CONFIDENTIAL
Underneath that, in small, precise script, was the death sentence that Antonio had brought on us. This piece of paper destroyed any hope we had of remaining undiscovered.
That piece small, precise, otherwise insignificant, script, read two words.
Edison Group
Are you happy with that? I hope so :) This story has gotten shorter *pouts* That annoys me. Oh well, quality of quantity right? Please review, yada yada yada. Thanks for reading this far, please stick around for more!
~PiptheSnake~