Second Life - Kara 2

by Awatere11

Six months have passed since they began building their wall. So Kara and her fathers have now settled into their new life in this portected area of Zen. Not only do they have their bubble locked down, they are now seeing those outside it trying to look in. Now the final holes need to be plugged, now they have to tighten things up becuse shit is gonna get real.

30. Chapter 30

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Kara had the lower quadrant along the shoreline, her Taddy still in baby mode and had agreed to wait until they had something solid to go on. She had a suspicious notion that he had something going on under the water … literally. She also knew when he was ready he would tell her and her Dad what he was thinking, baby brain gone with his reset.

This house to check was more like a fishing cottage, derelict and judging from the dead gardens and overgrown lawn vacant for some time. She threw the map onto the seat as she slid form the driver's side and Willem bounced around from the passenger seat with his nose wrinkling, "Just smell rotting fish."

Kara and Willem walked towards the abandoned house, her keen eye noticing the freshly cleared path and she went to warn Willem when the sonic boom of a gun had him flying back to and in a heap and she screamed his name as the door swung open and an Agent advance.

"Really?" she sneered knowing Willem was merely winded, his Were self having absorbed the pulse from the weapon.

He swung and she countered with her arm flung up to stop the downward swing of his blade, it connecting with her own blade still sheathed in her sleeve. His face showed his surprise as she snarled and instead of taking a knee against the jarring pain she swung into it, her fist connecting with his jaw as he grunted and tried to regroup.

He seized her arm and swung her up onto the hood of the jeep, his blade slamming into the metal as she rolled from the savage downward stab and he again showed momentary surprise as she kicked at him, His foot coming up to stomp at her and hitting the windshield her head had rested against as she tried to take in her surroundings.

She spat at him and he roared as he tried to get onto the hood after her, but she kicked out at him, forcing him to fall back onto his arse, her rolling still as her feet found the ground on the other side of the vehicle.

She moved around it as he picked himself up and she swept his feet back out from under him, trying to stab him with the now retracted blade but he finally gained momentum and rose as it grazed his hip making his yelp.

Her reply was a howl, loud and clear as she called to Willem for back-up and grinned at him "Wanna meet the kin?"

He blinked and then snarled as he launched himself at her again and she opened the car door his blade and arm going through the glass as she seized it on the other side of its entry, ramming it down in an effort to remove the knife, the gun in his other hand was not working and she knew it was clamped down on by an irate Ware that had surprised the Agent no end, finding future teach doesn't always combat the age old problem of crushing pressure.

He yanked back his arm and she dove into the back seat as he gaped as his bloody stump, Willem rising to spit out the hand and weapon. The Agent swung to leap in after her, her feet kicking against him as she screamed with rage and he felt blood, tasted it as he bit his own tongue from the impact of her foot on his chin.

"Bitch" he snarled as she laughed and sent him reeling back with her blade slamming into his neck several times, then he staggered back with his hand on his neck, blood spurting as he looked at her with open horror, her snarl feral as she advanced, aiming for his gut and he countered, seizing her hair as he swung her against the vehicle again, her grunt of pain giving him satisfaction.

Short lived mind, the teeth sinking into his throat stopped any further thought as Willem tore out his windpipe, jugular and most of the flesh so the spinal cord was exposed before the head fell forward and the man folded to convulse and die.

"I had him!" she roared angrily, "You could have stayed out of it!"

"You are mine and his hurts on you are hurts on me my love" Willem was not afraid of his raging mate, "It had gone long enough, he was clearly not going to take a knee. It was to the death and I was pissed that he drew blood."

"Yeah, I guess" she spat out some blood and winced as she looked down at her side, blood oozing from a wound.

"Come on, a quick swim to wash him off before we call it in? Your Tad will go mental when he hears but if he sees you hurt he might lose it" Willem advised and she nodded, walking down to let the water kiss it all away.

Something to be said for water.

No wonder Taddy loved it so.