Sept 7, 17
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Unease
"Anxiety or discontent..."
-Found it through google...again
No One's Perspective-
The March air settled nicely against the trees, the breeze shifting the cool chill between the branches. The moon, staring down across the earth blankly, hung as a sliver. Stars twinkled, streetlights flickering in turn. Swift, quiet steps jogged gracefully in the night, short, abrupt tinkling the only noise interrupting the relaxed, quiet atmosphere. Raven fur lurched from blinding headlights, promptly earning an obscenity sent from a fairly confused man, tired eyes looking through his specs with coffee drugging his words.
She hadn't minded, however, her pale eyes glaring profusely at the man. Spectacles, meanwhile, glanced down at his dashboard, reading '12:01.' "Stupid wolves," the man growled as the back end shot towards the trees, his mind reeling at the thought of home and his refrigerated - though otherwise fresh - steak dinner.
Once the car strolled past, the raven wolf set off again, long lanky legs carrying the graceful figure along the road. She groaned at the sour taste in her mouth, tails swishing irritably as the red canister swung at her chest once again. Ears pinned to her skull once more, the red plastic oil canister becoming a nuisance.
She knew she should have drove the car to a gas station; it would have saved her from hauling the damn car a block from the Vega household.
Though, besides her discontent, her heart lifted once the gas station came to view, an employee slumped against the door. Her burning paws - even with the streets cold in the dead of night - soon halted in front of western boots, the wolf setting down the plastic container between the man's legs. Lifting his head, the employee set his dark eyes on the note taped to the side of the canister, brows furrowing.
Ignore the wolf, I have it trained. I brought money (taped to the back of the note)
for a coffee, Sour Patch Kids and oil. Fill the thing up and give the wolf the food.
Just forget about this, it's best for the two of us.
-A customer
His dark eyes flickered from the scrawled handwriting to the large black wolf at his feet, the most startling pale eyes glaring back at him. He scratched his greying hair before lifting the notepaper, finding forty-five dollars underneath. "Uh...for this thing and food? You'll need-"
The wolf snarled abruptly, the aging man freezing in his words.
"I'll take this as a tip then..." He nodded at the soft croon of the animal before him, his feet shuffling about until his heels clicked against the concrete. The raven wolf then proceeded to trot over towards the side of the station, his eyes blinking in puzzlement. Hesitantly, he took the canister, pocketing the cash and note. He shuffled inside, his body moving in directions that wasn't his, hands then clutching the candy and hot drink. His steps guided him around the corner, finding the raven wolf dragging her tongue along her paws. Carefully, the worker set the food and drink down on the brick laid flat against the ground, pale eyes following the gesture.
Ears twitched once the man had left while eyes narrowed in a smug victory.
Some minutes passed as he filled the container, eyes watching the prices rack up on the monitor. Sighing, he swiped his card through the correct slip, finding that an easier method than anything else. Though, as he supposed, he did have roughly fifteen bucks to spare. Once the cap was twisted on securely - the employee was sure the wolf would have to carry it, even if it was the most stupidest thing he's ever thought of - boots clicked against the parking lot before reaching the corner.
"Wha..."
His eyes grew twice the size once they had landed on perhaps the most beautiful girl - naked, his mind had to add - sitting against the wall, cup raised to her lips. Raven hair fell to her fair shoulders, pale eyes staring scornfully at him. Setting the cup down beside her, Jade snarled, "What the fuck are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a girl drink coffee against this wall?"
"Uh- I, er..." his mind froze, going haywire at the idea that those eyes were the same on the wolf beforehand. "I-I... They're normally wearing clothes." The mere slurp of coffee filled the air as an answer, his grip gingerly slacking around the handle before it dropped gently against the ground.
Scratching his hair, he twisted around the corner, disappearing behind the automatic doors. Moments later he rushed out with an energy drink and a coffee of his own, the liquid drizzling along the rocks in front of the store. He tossed the empty cups in the trash, his phone plucked from his pocket. After quickly dialing several numbers, the phone was pressed against his ear. "Hey Mac?" his raspy voice croaked, "So when does that rehab group meet?"
She ignored his distant voice - though she'd find it amusing later - thoughts resting on doe eyes with her own, bronze skin shivering in her warm grasp. Jade pursed her lips, bringing the scalding drink closer to her mouth, gaze unfocused. Her mind shifted towards the syringe left on the nightstand, proving to be the only option she had left to turn to.
'There's no other way...' she internally drawled, shoveling sour candy into her mouth.
"I know Mac! I'm gonna join, and quit coffee and energy drinks and heroin... What do you mean I won't last? I just gave a fucking wolf candy, coffee and gas and- and this naked girl's eating and drinking it on the other side- No not the gas! She- That's why I'm joining Mac! Don't you listen?"
-(:)-
The car door slammed shut before the wheels turning, taking the goth with them quickly. Trina cursed once it turned the corner, her keys barely in the ignition. She couldn't hunt, or stalk, or even follow one thing for any amount of time. Of course she could go about and hope to remain on someone's trail, though that'd be unlikely. Pursing her lips, she had recalled her little adventure as a wolf - something she took pride in since, well, Tori couldn't with her horns - Beck unknowingly strolling along "her" path.
Alright, perhaps she could stalk though, with Jade, it was difficult. The young woman caught herself whimpering, brushing her loose tears earnestly; she needed Tori here in order to find her, wherever she was. Tori knew how Jade worked, she would be able to follow her easily. Or maybe she didn't but just assumed correctly all the time. 'You idiot, that's knowing someone,' Trina chided herself and her conscious thoughts overloading her skull.
Her palms hit the steering wheel of the car forcefully, teeth gritting. Of course she'd have to do this alone. Tori was kidnapped - though if the wasn't, this wouldn't have happened in the first place - her parents scrambling about in their rush to find the mysterious place while Beck was sitting in his RV.
She froze, hands at ten and two as her gears worked out the spontaneous string of thought. 'Tori may know Jade but so does Beck...' her thoughts reasoned. Nodding, the half-Latina shut the car door firmly, gnawing at the bottom of her lip. Moments later the engine rumbled, a destination playing in her mind along with the streams of lyrics flowing from the radio. She scowled as she listened to Kay Perry's voice, only leaving the station playing in hopes it would be good luck. A slim hope, possibly, but a hop nonetheless.
Her car twisted and turned about at different corners, halting when lights blinked red and rolling forward as they blinked green. It was only a matter of time she found herself before a quite common, cookie-cutter house, vehicle against the curb. Shutting the door, she glanced along the road, swallowing a nervous ball of spit. "You goin' to see Beck?" a man - who had spooked her - chirped from the recently shaved bushes.
"Oh, yeah. I need him to help with a project I have to do over the week," she came up smoothly, Mr. Oliver nodding.
"Cool," he muttered, "He's in the RV like always... You a senior?"
"Yup," she answered, stepping towards the side gate.
"Alright, well hope you get it done then!"
"Thanks," she muttered meekly; Trina wondered how many girls actually passed the same gate with the relaxed "guard." With a small shiver, she clutched her biceps, thoughts wondering towards the possible outcomes of their trips. She shook her head, reminding herself that a) that wasn't the reason she was there and b) it wouldn't have mattered. After all, it wasn't like she didn't go around at parties whenever she was in heat.
Dark eyes lowered to her knuckles, not ever recalling knocking on the door. The metal entrance swung open, the actor staring down through it. She weakly chuckled as her eyes rested on his bare chest, no shirt to be seen. "Oh, um...hi?" she stuttered out.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"Uh...do you usually go around without a, er, shirt?" she brushed along his bicep, entranced by his tanned skin.
Beck chuckled, shaking his head. "No, you just caught me at a bad time. I was just working out on some stuff, kinda catching up on things. You know?" Warmth spread across her cheeks, the Canadian tilting his head to the side. "Don't you work out and stuff? Being a -" he cleared his throat, eyes darting along the back yard "- a werewolf?"
"Well...kinda. We hunt a lot and, and I fought a bear," she puffed her chest.
"Really?" he widened his eyes.
"Yeah...and lost," she shrunk, "Tori beat them though."
"Aw, you'll get them next time," he offered, leaning against the door frame. "But at least you work out a bunch, kinda, right? Don't all werewolves get abs and stuff?"
"Well..." she shrugged, eyes to the ground, "Tori does... I never got any."
"But I'm not asking about her, or Jade for the matter," he put simply, his hand finding her cheek, "I'm asking about you."
"Well I, I don't..."
"It's alright, I'm cool with it," he shrugged. Clearing his throat, Beck made more room from the door, asking, "Do you want to go inside? I'll, erm, I'll put on a shirt so...yeah." She followed him in, muttering how it'd be nice if he didn't, something which he chuckled lightly at. Minutes later, much to her disappointment, Beck sat at his bed with a white shirt over his head, Trina tapping her foot, sitting in his desk chair. "So why are you here? Not that I don't mind but...you don't normally come over," he asked, adding, "as a human."
Narrowing her gaze, she mumbled, "I need you to help me to follow Jade."
Running a quick hand through his locks, the actor muttered, "Alright...why?"
"She's going everywhere to find Tori and she shouldn't do it alone."
"Why don't you just go with her?"
"I am...without her knowing," Trina nodded, "She threatened to make it so that I could never turn if I went with her. And so now I'm here since you know her well...right?"
He nodded slowly, rubbing his hand along his smooth chin. "She's my ex, after all, and I still love her- you do understand, right?" he rushed, picking up his head, "I don't have feelings for her that way but, well, she's kinda like my-"
"Sister? Best friend? You're fine Beck, she's about Tori anyhow," Trina grinned softly, the Canadian bobbing his head sheepishly.
"Yeah... Anyway, she's also a damn good actor and director but," he shook his head, "She's a writer before all of that, including her being my ex. And writers, well, they get sporatic ideas and tend to jump on them immediately. Though she knows what to choose to do and not to... I can't really help you to know where she's going but I can help you follow her? I don't really have anything else to do." Trina bade a quite thanks, Beck pursing his lips. "But...are Tori and Jade like, like a thing?"
"Girlfriend and girlfriend? I- I don't think so... I mean, they've gone on a date or two but, kinda," Trine murmured, "But as far as together in our sense, definitely. They're mated."
"Mated?"
"Basically we're a lot more primitive than you think, which isn't a bad thing really... We knew a lot when we were primitive. But we're more primitive and have that type of mindset because of our wolf-self. When we mate, we're joining both the wolf-self and ourselves together," she explained, a small blush crossing her cheeks at her repetitive answer, "Tori and Jade, though, did that at two separate times. One for the wolf-self and one for them."
"Do werewolves have multiple personalities?"
She gave a soft laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "No, I mean, if someone has some sort of disorder and they're not mortal, you can bet that they are a werewolf and get your earnings ninety-nine percent of the time," Trina responded, "But generally you'll find the same characteristics across the board. Tori has a short fuse so as a wolf she does too." Beck grinned, amused from the half-Latina's commentary.
"So could-" he halted, shaking his head. "Never mind...just, how is Jade doing with this if they're mated?"
"If she's not out searching for her, she sleeps in her bed," Trina muttered quietly, Beck sighing with unease.
"Well then, let's go find her," he picked himself from his seat. "Come on, we can do it... We'll help Jade."
Nodding, Trina took his hand before following him out the door, mentally congratulating herself for not acting like a fool.
-(:)-
Surely this was conspicuous - suspicious at the very least.
Teeth began to grind against one another heavily, pale eyes sweeping out to the empty street - empty being an understatement. A vacant street was a better suited term as it was aside from the lone pair huddled underneath the Wolff's jutted roof's shade. Lights flickered with a soft buzz, the sun dipping into the horizon. 'Another day gone,' her thoughts whirled bitterly, her knuckles tightening around the brass handle, the door swinging open violently. As it shut abruptly, shaking the bolded 'closed' sign just at the window, her gaze wondered about the room. Dimly lit, as always, the shadows crept along the corners, not fazing the teen as it had the first visit - not that it had spooked her or anything, she would emphasize.
Furrowing her brows, the pastel teen strode towards the long hallway, several different doors closed against the wall, the last wide open. Her gaze veered towards the dipped ceiling, relatively bright lights coming through the heavily stained glass. Curiously, she stood underneath the first, tongue thumbing over her teeth whilst vibrations nestled deeply in her skull. She turned her focus towards the door beside her, the knob gently twisting and jiggling softly.
Slowly, combat boots clicked against the wooden boards, eyes kept to the lights. She hadn't realized she'd came upon the foot of the door until a mellow voice spoke through the quiet atmosphere.
"Greetings Jade... It's quite astonishing, really, what you can find on eBay," the doctor muttered, picking up his glasses from the side of the desk.
"Blocks of quartz?" she muttered, eyebrow arched.
Shrugging, Dr. Retter murmured, "More like small pints. Don't need that much through the hall, anyhow. Just enough to keep it from getting too dull... Been thinking about replacing all of these with 'em, though I'd need a bigger generator...you think?" Watching as Jade merely shrugged, he sighed, shifting towards the strong, wooden desk. "Anyway," his voice dropped the gentle tone, his rasp coming gravelly, "You are here for the serum, correct?"
"Would there be any other reason?" the thespian muttered, strolling languidly along the bookshelves, eyes flicking passed the several jars of vile parts.
"Suppose," the vampire drawled, pressing his knuckles to his clean shaven lips. "Anyway, we're not completely done with the mixture," Dr. Retter continued. Folding her arms across her chest, Jade scoffed irritably. "After all," he murmured, "I haven't rightly mixed it with anything."
"And what would you need to do then?" she asked, her visual focus back on a particular haunting skull resting on the bookshelf beside 'How to Decipher Ancient Codes: A Nymph's Guide.'
"Simple really," he pursed his lips, "Just some antibiotics for the predicted pyrexia and then some Hypericum perforatum extract to help with disabling the parasite." Jade shifted her gaze as the doctor went back to tinkering with his tools, brows furrowed. "Hand me the, the er," his hand snapped, violet eyes blinking blandly towards the lens, "The...the card, please." The teen nodded slowly, the card slipping into her hand and then Dr. Retter's.
Humming, he scrawled along the lines, jotting down several observations. "That'll do for tonight, I'd think," he muttered. Carefully switching off the light, he lowered the stand, slipping the slide out. With ease he turned the lenses to 4x, bringing his glasses to the bridge of his nose. "Put the cover on and wrap the cord in itself, would you? I got to take care of the slide real quick," he asked, striding towards another counter with various different glass slides, adding the most recent to the collection.
"So," Jade growled, setting the cover sheet over the device before taking care of the cord, "So what are you doing exactly?"
"Figuring out -" the vampire paused, shuffling through a small, cardboard box "- why Tori turned into her witiko form when it wasn't a full moon and with her medication at full swing." Twisting around, he blinked down at the teen through his spectacles, holding out a small twig, it coated with the most dreadful - though recognizable - scent. "Does this look familiar?"
Quickly nodding, the Lycan growled, thusly snapping, "Where'd you get that?"
"It's not Tori's. It was attached to Shelby Roxcrove when she was hit before turning to her own witiko, then being kidnapped," Lothur explained, setting it back into the box. "It seemed to have agitated the parasite further, becoming more, I guess, pissed at its restraint... The medication only agitates the parasite to a point, after all, just enough to keep it at bay. By doing so, however, the parasite is still able to receive the vitamins and nutrients it needs without expelling any energy, thus getting stronger. Agitate it more...then, well," the vampire gave a harsh chuckle, "When agitated further, the parasite will attempt to protect itself, I'm assuming, latching it to the brain stem and taking control of the body... I have twenty-eight in here, and then I've already used three for the observations underneath the microscope," he gestured towards the variety of slides, "And from what I've concluded, we aren't in a good spot at the moment."
"How come?" Jade arched her brow. Her strides followed the lengthy ones of the doctor - though hers came close anyhow - both seating themselves at his large, wooden desk messed with sporadic sheets of paper. Her fingers tapped against the armrest, pale eyes watching as he dove into one of his drawers, taking out a decent stack of papers.
Clearing his throat, he laid out thirty-five papers, all of which overlapping one another; her gaze rested on Shelby, eyes peering through the paper with the bolded words "Missing" spread across the top banner. "That was just the few nights ago, the same when Tori was nearly kidnapped herself," he sighed wearily, rubbing his temple as the goth thumbed through the sheets. "Each one of these are either my patients or Dr. Lance's from Phoenix... You see, before -" he tapped on the rest of the stack, pulling out a page "- those taken were random, just witikoes who were found roaming around during their turn and such. Some, like Mr. Lavoar, were quite powerful and were hunted essentially, though most were just 'dumb,' I suppose, such as Sam from down the street." Jade felt her teeth gnaw with one another, her gut dropping terribly. "You met him right?" he eyed her with a curious pity.
"Yeah... Not a bad dude either."
"None of them are," he sighed, shaking his head. "None of my patients at least, I've heard Dr. Lance had a few... Anyway, the elves are being more selective with this. They're actually taking the time to choose which ones are which and are now not taking any weaker witikoes. Tori, being quite the gem for them as she had proven during that attempted kidnap, was the only one taken the day- er, morning after the first attempt."
"So...what's happening then?" she murmured, eyes casted down weakly.
Dr. Retter breathed for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. "The Occult Elite have come up with a few theories," he mumbled, "They may be finally becoming smart and not kidnapping everyone who wouldn't be useful. Though, because of the religion that they seem to follow, or rather cult, I think that unlikely. They're running out of room, wherever they are."
"God," she breathed heavily, glaring down at frozen doe eyes which had comforted her during the darkest nights. The darkest nights, which, were from the absence of said eyes. "But do you have an idea as to where they are then?"
"Has to be out hidden in woodland, I expect. Something a bit further out, though, not around where there's people," his answer came quick, eyes unfocused on the table. "I have quite a few guesses as to where they are, and none of which is good. You see, since the gold rush there were quite a few things popping up here and there from the Occult Community... But, before that, there were the Native Americans such as the Navajo in Arizona who were excellent at sensing us. Though, luckily, they didn't attack much until the Europeans came." Nibbling at his bottom lip, he continued, "There's a number that are underground, Lycaon temples, though I doubt that they would have any sort of werewolves a mile from 'em. But, I wouldn't doubt that it's hidden in a mountain or underground. Elves, as these ones are quite the pain, are one of the best at architecture, taking many skills from the Greeks, Romans, Persians and Egyptians."
"I feel like I've been going everywhere with this shit. Even going to places like the fucking Alcatraz," the thespian groaned tiredly.
Chuckling, Dr. Retter nodded. "And you're thinking along the lines we've been. Though, Alcatraz wouldn't be able to hold witikoes, especially ones such as this breed, even in its hay-day. No... Though we speculate that they've been taking them to abandoned prisons of our own which are, well, rather difficult to find," he admitted slowly, "And now we can't find them as easily as the first base they had covered."
"This feels like I just lost a dog and the pound has it," Jade growled. "Never got my one back since someone adopted it before we managed to find a few places... Told my dad we needed a chip but no, too expensive he said."
In the mist of her bitter memories, Dr. Retter smiled grandly. "And that's why we have you around Jade..." he murmured.
"What?" she blinked.
"Anyway," he waved off - a small glint in his eyes - standing up abruptly, "Shall we get on with the mixture? I need to stop by a few places real quick." She nodded and soon found herself struggling with four boxes, the weight bearable though the exaggerated sizes too wide to carry. Though, she still did as her steps padded against the street's sidewalk behind Dr. Retter. "Okay," he breathed calmly as they reached the last store - as he so promised. "Okay," the vampire repeated, "So...I'll have to switch because the dude in there doesn't like me much."
Jade grunted, growling, "And why's that? He thinks reasonably?"
Shooting a momentary glare which mutated to a cheeky smile, Dr. Retter answered with a simple "no". "You see, he didn't appreciate that I caught him selling stuff he really shouldn't have," he mumbled, "and I'll go over and knock any shit down if I catch him."
"Okay...so what do I ask for?"
"A bottle of Root Beer," he answered. The goth halted immediately, an eyebrow arched. "Okay, fine, two bottles of Root Beer." Another pause came of hesitance. "Preferably Mug," he grinned.
"Why the hell is Root Beer needed?" she snapped.
"Hey, drink break," the scientist shrugged.
Sighing, both strode into the store, Jade casually leaving the boxes beside a coat hanger, noting to not forget them. As she strode inside, she felt the small weight and a flutter of wings on her shoulder. Narrowing her eyes, she glanced towards the bat beside her, a small smirk splayed across his face as his violet eyes searched the room. "Anything you want?"
"Two Root Beers," she ordered, the man behind the shelf nodding. Once money was handed over, Jade jerked violently as the bat soared from her shoulder. "What the fu-"
Bottles crashed against the floor, Dr. Retter hurling himself towards a shelf. "I swear you're going to pay for this!" Yellow eyes flashed as the man growled several obscenities, Jade scoffing.
"Not before I fucking KILL YOU LOTHUR!" she screeched, feeling her clothes shred as fur grew, the Lycan then pouncing towards the end alley. She was careful not to knock anything over as the bat was eventually in her mouth, boxes in her arms with two drinks and shredded clothes piled on top.
The bat wriggled to her amusement.
-(:)-
Coffee first came to mind as she sat down on the booth, a fat, long menu before her; if anyone was being honest, she had coffee first on the mind before even finding the small diner. Jade, finding some other foods to eat, exhaled slowly as her gaze briefed over her watch.
Three days had passed since her search had begun, and three days had passed with no luck. The goth scowled quietly, grumbling to herself what nonsense came to mind.
"Alright," a jolly voice startled the teen, "My name is Holly and I'll be your server today. So what do you want to start off with today?"
Clearing her throat, Jade blinked as her head drew a blank. "Oh," her brows furrowed, "Er, black coffee." The server quickly scratched the order against her small note, lingering for a few moments.
"Would you like to order something now or are you still looking?" Holly asked.
"A bagel," Jade mumbled, not feeling all that hungry in the first place. The waitress then bowed her head before scurrying off, having a bountiful of new customers traveling in packs of three to six come through the door. She inhaled softly, tapping her fingers against the table as her thoughts drummed away. Her gaze shifted towards the large windows splayed across the restaurant, her eyes catching a glimpse of maroon. The goth furrowed her brows immediately before a small tray of coffee and other supplies alike were set on the table.
"One black coffee," Holly smiled before gesturing along the tray, "And you can refill it with that pitcher." The teen only nodded, a rare clump of pity forming as the waitress rushed off to tend to a booth of eight.
Jade absentmindedly stirred the steaming mug, eyes towards the window. Her fingers then found two small packets of sugar, dumping them both into the drink. Before putting the mug to her lips, Jade paused, setting it down to the table. Another packet was poured because, frankly, these times called for more sugar. Minutes droned on for a long while, Holly constantly passing by, giving her apologies before scurrying off towards another demanding table.
It was only forty minutes later when the bagel was served, freshly baked. "And...here's the check if you want it," the waitress added, Jade nodding along.
A bagel was consumed, check paid for and a baby balled; Jade was glad to leave. Her mind wasn't towards the new father who desperately tried to calm the baby, no, though it was on a red Bronco sitting right outside in the parking lot. She growled to herself, knowing full well how the bumper looked after October's incident. However, despite finding two huddled figures in the back of the car, peeking out occasionally, Jade slid into the front seat of her car, driving away slowly.
The Bronco followed.
"Fucking Beck," Jade grumbled, shaking her head. Only to prove her point, the wheels of her car turned sharp corners, creating what was originally a quick street down to the wooded park into a twisting, maze-like path towards large trees. Once she heard branches scuffle against the doors of her car, she eased into a stop, stamping out a moment later. The Bronco, meanwhile, attempted to inconspicuously park bushes over. Jade arched a brow, hearing two doors.
Standing along the corner between the two cars, Jade stood with her arms crossed. "Where did she go?" she heard Trina. Beck, Jade could imagine, only shrugs. The two teens rear the corner, staggering back at the sight of Jade.
"What are you two doing?" she snapped.
"It's a nice day to go out into a park," Beck grinned, hoping that Jade would buy it. She didn't, to say the least, not a penny.
"I will trash your truck again, you know. Quit following me!" Jade snarled, adding, "I mean it!"
Trina, while the other stumbled over his words, only rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! I said I was going to help you find my sister!" she growled. The Lycan grumbled under her breath, much to the sister's annoyance. "Hey! I said-"
"I know what you said, okay?" Jade snapped, "But no more following me. It's irritating and I don't need to look after one-" She glanced towards Beck who shoved his fists in his pockets. "I don't need to be looking after two people, got it? Go help your dad or whatever then."
"And just sit at the house all day? No. I'm going too... And by being older I have authority so...there," Trina nodded uncertainly.
"And by order of dominance I say no," Jade snapped.
"You're not more dominant!" Trina gasped before jutting backwards once the goth moved forward.
Beck, having not said enough, moved forward. "Jade, just let us help. We all care about Tori and we all want her around," he pleaded, "And we can help a lot, giving more ideas and such but you have to let us help, please." Jade glared towards the boy, his soft, dark eyes searching her own. She rolled her eyes and exhaled loudly before folding her arms.
"Fine. But just so you know, fuck up anything and I'll give you a nice view of my teeth."
And with that, she strode towards her car, driving off for the others to follow. Beck shuffled slowly towards his truck, easing himself into the seat. "Where do you think she's going?" he asked.
"Dunno," Trina mumbled, "I think she's still pissed."
-(:)-
The cold walls of the room struggled with the beastly form rammed against it, white eyes glaring out towards the multiple, sober, wolf-things. They brawled in a vain effort to restrain the alpha as its jaws snapped violently. Though, with their luck, the witiko shrunk to a form of a girl, heaving on the ground as her doe eyes searched the room. She shook, clutching herself as she wept.
A small little girl in the corner of the room stood, equally terrified. She held her forearm with shaking, small hands, red dripping to the floor.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry," Tori chanted, leaving the little girl to stride over, joining the small huddle of werewolves and a cowering, lost soul.
-(:)-
All heads turned once the front door creaked open, exposing the trio from their small adventure. The Canadian glanced wearily about, noting the glimmering eyes - almost like they actually glowed - as they stared at him in particular, fangs jutting out. He flickered his gaze towards the few huddled by the wall, somewhat reminding him of the 'Lord of the Rings.' He jerked once the door was shut, Jade smirking as a few others chuckled, bringing their gazes towards Dr. Retter.
"Why hello ladies," he nodded towards the two as they made their way towards the stairs. The doctor twisted his attention towards Beck, a light smile crossing his features. "And you're Beck then?"
"Uh..." he dumbly bobbed his head.
"Go take a seat, why don't you?" the vampire humored, gesturing towards the steps, "Just get yourself situated and we'll start." His smile grew soft before eventually dissipating - once Beck had taken his seat - his voice coming out in a rocky husk rather than his mellow tone. "Everyone from the Occult Elite is here at this evening...correct?" A hum of agreement rang throughout the room, though the weak and tiring edge spliced through. "Well, no really, correct?" Once again, the members nodded, mumbling under their breath. Dr. Retter continued. "In a sickening twist or recent events, one of us was taken. One of us was taken, yes, because she's a witiko, even if we often call her 'it' during the turns... And so, because of this, we ought to find the Witiko Hunters immediately. Now, this isn't because she's one of us necessarily, no. We all know of the nature of this particular witiko, yes?"
The members nodded solemnly, the majority with their brows furrowed, eyes clouded over in memory. "It's the most vile creature to have walked this earth, most definitely. Most vile animal as it appears to not have any human qualities which some of my other patients have. Though, it is just as intelligent as one, if not more. Brutal, vile and intelligent it is... Though we've run into a predicament, one of which we've had on our hands for quite the spell: we don't know where they are. We don't have any clue as to what they are truly doing and where they are doing that said thing. We don't even know how we are going to go about things...
"So, so I have a few ideas in place and I figured I'd share them before we go too in depth with this procession." Few nodded as others murmured, allowing Dr. Retter to proclaim, "We must have some sort of plan for when we do find them. I haven't thought it all out though I'd like to surround the complex and corner them and have a small party go through and rescue any survivors, such as Tori, from the building. Of course, with the solution I have created... Though one will be brought in for now to be used on Tori as a sort of..." He grimaced to the extreme, not liking his favorable choice of word. "Test." He pushed the rim of his glasses to the bridge of his nose, the lenses flashing in the light. "Now, that is all I have to say on that, but I have a rather interesting idea on how to find the building. An idea which Jade helped me come up with?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" she spat abruptly, eyes glaring out at the wondering gazes - heads turned immediately once her cold, pale eyes set upon them.
Dr. Retter chuckled, 'fire' ringing through his quiet statement. "Yes, you, once again, have helped me unintentionally. When we spoke about Tori beforehand, yesterday I believe, she spoke of a lost dog at a pound without a chip. Now it's not exactly the case, though it is essentially along the same nature. We put a tracker on one of their vans and follow it to their base."
"But we've done that, haven't we?" Heads turned towards the pale, slender woman, her startling green eyes - dull compared the vampires around her - staring out back towards the doctor.
"We have done this before, yes," Dr. Retter bowed his head, "Though we haven't had these either." His grip clenched around a thin sheet over a small table - which wasn't noticed by hardly anyone - the blanket swiftly pulled off. Sitting on top sat great, mighty grey horns, bottles of black spray paint and a small black box. "You see, we need a decoy."
"Good idea," the elf hummed excitedly, brows furrowing. "And who'd be the decoy?"
"Travis of course," Dr. Retter grinned, blinking towards the heavyset man leaning against the wall, red beard halting at the sudden decouragement of chewing.
He blinked as the vampire beside him rolled his emerald green eyes, shaking his head. "Me?" he asked with a mouthful of dough, "Sir, can'd bo bat... My wive's boing to explobe if she hears of da fings I do."
"Which means you'll do it and your wife's head won't explode," the vampire nodded. "So we got that covered."
"Wha-"
"We'll talk more about it later."
Spitting out the glob of dough - the vampire beside him cringing - he growled, "Why me? I ain't havin' nothin' to do with this until you explain!"
"You have blue eyes-"
"So does Jade..." he moped.
"Uh...no," the goth snapped, "They aren't blue."
"They have blue in them right?"
"The point is," Dr. Retter cut across the two, violet eyes out at the man, "You fit all three qualifications: you're a werewolf, not a Lycan and have light eyes. You're doing it." Travis huffed sourly, folding his arms whilst Dr. Retter smirked. "Anyway, let's carry on, we have a lot to do with this... Will there be any of you willing to play dress up at the prison?" he turned towards the scattered elves about the room.
"I'll do it," one nodded, his dark blue eyes blinking coolly, hand raised.
The vampire nodded, twisting around towards the group by the kitchen, David standing with arms folded. "What would you do?"
"For the decoy or prison?"
"Either or," Dr. Retter shrugged, the meeting stirring to life.
An extra chapter. Funny, actually, how this one was added in because I wanted thirteen chapters (Halloween and all) but I had twelve. So there you go! And, for the next two chapters, I'll update them together so no more waiting. Probably tomorrow or during the course of next week.
Hope you enjoyed this "extra" chapter.
:)
