Hey folks, it's been a while. I apologise. I had a burst of inspiration for this story, and I finally finished this chapter.
I dislike my final section of this one, and I hate writing smut, so it's very bare and I may rewrite it if I ever finish this story.
For those of you hoping for lemons, prepare to be disappointed. For those of you willing to critique my work, feel free to get in touch. I don't have a beta, and I tend to read though my work myself. Rereading the entire story, I noticed some glaring spelling mistakes that I plan to fix ASAP.
Enjoy the rather late chapter,
Mack
"I'm nothing like the rest, I kiss you in a way you'll never forget about me."
Love bites by Halestorm
"You've mentioned this… lust?"
"Yes?"
"Well, what's so special about it? I mean, you keep mentioning it, and we have very little information on it."
"If your race had a sex problem, would you be in a hurry to display it? We'd be a laughing stock; I only mentioned it because it is a huge part of who we become."
"How so?"
"Well, for example, both me and Kye have it on the first week of November. We can't do anything – well, no, that's a lie – well – fuck. Let me try and explain this…"
"Take your time."
"Thanks, erm… okay. It starts after your first transformation, okay?"
"Alright…"
"And it steadily gets worse, I mean, new bloods transform, normally, around ten – fourteen years old, and to see… children… lusting? Humans frown on that sort of thing, but for us… it is totally natural. It also means we can't send them to school for two weeks… what if a young female did something to a teacher? I know that that the blood wouldn't take the blame."
"Yikes…"
"You can say that again. I believe fairy kind have similar ethics?"
"For children?"
"Yes."
"Yes… exactly the same as humans… I mean, do humans see this sort of thing?"
"Sometimes, but Gardner was a just leader, he would use whatever intrigue was necessary in order to hide the youngling's problems."
"Does it get worse as you get older?"
"Hah, yes… and no. It increases until… what… I think I was a hundred and twenty when my thirst started to subside."
"You mean you no longer lust?"
"(laughter) No, far from, but it becomes much more manageable."
"Could you elaborate?"
"Well… there's nothing to say, I mean, it there, oh it's there all right, but it's, easier is the wrong word… like I said, manageable. It's much easier to focus on the things around you."
"When is it the hardest to control?"
"I'm a pureblood, and in my opinion, the first time, it was a surprise, even with all the warnings, I wasn't prepared."
"What happened?"
"With me? It's apparently quite common, I ended up in a sparing fight with my friend. She was going through the same changes, but she had less control."
"Did you consent? Or was it...?"
"Rape? Many Lycans have no concept of the word. There is the annual sex drive and there is sex."
"So it is considered okay to just ra- sorry, have sex with anyone?"
"Lycans generally have very little sex drive, and we do have concepts of love-making, but the sex is rarely painful. For either sex I'm told."
"So, unwanted sex… is not unwanted?"
"Unwanted sex can be distracting, but, personally, it's been perfectly normal, and generally quite enjoyable. It's going to be different for each individual of course, and people used to living in human society could take the experience in the wrong way."
"So some may take it as rape?"
"In essence, yes. They do learn eventually, but it can be one hell of a ride."
Excerpt from a recorded conversation with Keleus Reegan documented in The Complete Works of Wolfenkind by Dr. K. Kopple.
With a sigh, Commander Kelp dropped back onto his chair. His office was piled high with reports as well as three empty bottles of Plump Helmet wine that laid discarded, only one of them actually hitting Kelp's bin.
The entire station was abuzz with the news of Holly's return, and Kelp was no exception. If anything, no one was more glad. But the reports of increased Lycan movements, the ambush in Ireland and Holly's attack made the young captain worry. What are they planning?
Kelp grabbed the first file on top of his desk, wiping sweat from his forehead.
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#CLASSIFIED – CODENAME BLACKWOOD
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VIEWERS OF THIS DOCUMENT ARE REQUIRED TO HAVE LEVEL 7 ACCESS – MEMBERS OF THE SILVER BULLET TASKFORCE – OR SECTION 8 ACCESS UNDER THE LEPD, SECTION 8 COLLALITION
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The plan is to meet an informant, a Lycan informant discontent under the rule of their new leader. The informant, code name Judas, has gave us solid intel concerning movements of the other Lycan groups not under the main clan.
Judas has not given a name, so we must assume he has deep cover and we are not willing to break that. The meeting place is in Ireland, further details will be told at the following briefing.
There is very little info, so the taskforce will be very much blind. Danger risk is estimated orange. Members are not required to agree to this mission, but the mission will be postponed if less than the majority of the taskforce are not willing.
Viewers are reminded there is no pressure to accept this mission. The danger is real and lives may be danger. As usual, Lycans are dangerous are their lust for blood is beyond terrifying.
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Another sigh, Kelp threw the short file towards the discarded bottles.
"By Frond!" With a snarl, he swiped at the tall stack of papers, sending them sprawling across his small office.
One file was left. Rubbing his eyes, he read it.
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#CLASSIFIED – CODENAME SILVER BULLET
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VIEWERS OF THIS DOCUMENT ARE REQUIRED TO HAVE LEVEL 7 ACCESS – MEMBERS OF THE SILVER BULLET TASKFORCE – OR SECTION 8 ACCESS UNDER THE LEPD, SECTION 8 COALITION
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This taskforce and following undertaking is the first of many attempted to cull the tide of Lycan belligerence.
Various attacks on Pro-Fairy informers by the main clan of Lycans have forced the council's hand, under advice by the upper echelons of Section 8 leadership. And after deliberation, we believe it fit to offer support, in terms of creating the taskforce you are a part of.
Attacks in Ireland, Spain and France left five informers dead. Four of these were Lycans, while the final was one of the Section 8 handlers. As of Operation Nightshade, the location and date of the clan meeting has been noted.
It is advised to be aware of the following information. Even before their deaths, the pro-fairy Lycans were not forthright with information. From what we understand, the Lycans have a natural distrust for magical creatures, and are believed to be punished by their leader, or 'Alpha'.
Their leader is advised by a council, not dissimilar to our own, whom are titled 'Beta's.
The goals of Operation Silver Bullet are as follows:
# Identify the 'Alpha'
# Identify any/all 'Beta's
# Identify Anti-Faerie elements
Secondary goals include:
# Capture/Kill the 'Alpha
# Capture/Kill any/all 'Beta's
# Capture/Kill any/all Anti-Faerie elements
# Identify Pro-Faerie elements
Secondary goals are not required, and it is necessary to remind readers that identification is the only goal. Danger Risk is set at yellow. We have no grievances against the Lycan race, but finding information has been beyond difficult by Section 8 researchers.
Members of the Silver Bullet Taskforce are not required to accept the mission. There is to be no pressure applied to the taskforce, and we believe that the Lycans may use deadly force if any Agent is captured or seen.
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The results of Operation Silver Bullet are as followed.
The 'Alpha' was identified as 'Rudolph Gardner'
Lycans are more than dangerous, with the death of Captain Orland
As a result, the Silver Bullet Taskforce is to be resized and refitted.
As seventy years have passed since Operation Silver Bullet was conceived, leadership of both Section 8 and the Council has changed which have dictated a change in policy, which is referred to in Operational Dictate #761.
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Trouble frowned at the document. Operation Nightshade?
He looked around his office, groaning at the sight of the fallen papers. I've been here all night, what's another hour of so?
The commander sat on the floor, putting the empty bottles in the bin, and picking up some of the papers.
"Operation Golden Carat, Operation Dusk, Operation Wolf Tracks…" Kelp snorted. "These get completely ridiculous after a while…"
After almost an hour of sorting Lycan related documents, he sat back in his chair, his head lolled backwards.
"No Nightshade…"
Nightshade… Nightshade…
The door to his office opened, knocking over another pile of papers precariously placed in front it. The explosion of paper, followed by the female squeal awoke the young commander from his slumber.
Preparing to shout the interruption, the words caught in his throat at the sight of the elf in front of him. To his dismay, his hair was stuck up in a comical fashion, making Holly burst into laughter.
Ignoring his own blush, Kelp stood, and embraced his friend. She laughed into his shoulder, making him sigh.
"I'm glad your back…" He whispered.
Holly's smile grew, and he found her nuzzling him. That's new… His arms tightened around the young captain. She rarely showed such… girlish affection. Kelp found she was very tomboyish, and preferred to punch and ruffle, opposed to giggling and blushing; that was always Lili Frond's job. She wasn't happy about his new dating arrangements. Unfortunately, Holly was always the number one choice.
The woman of his affection nuzzled him again, and it made Kelp speak.
"What happened…" He chuckled, "You seem… different…"
She nuzzled him again, "Nothing! Frond, I tripped… hit my head and knocked me out…" She buried her head further into Kelp's uniform, "Artemis just exaggerated everything…"
Kelp shook his head, a large smile plastered on his face. "Okay, when was the last time you did the ritual?"
She looked up at him with a cocked brow. "I'm juiced sir, although, perhaps that my excitement for later?" Holly purred.
Kelp's jaw dropped. Holly didn't seduce. She was blunt, more like a troll, than a succubus. When she asked him out, she phrased it as 'oi boss, fancy getting something to drink on Friday?'
She laughed softly, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "See you later…" She whispered.
As she left his office, she blushed, but put extra emphasis on her derriere. Despite her clumsiness, Kelp was entranced. Please don't have taken advice from Lili…
Captain Holly short awoke with a pounding headache and a fire in her gut. At first she couldn't move her legs, her cries, borderline howls, disturbing the neighbours of her single bedroom apartment.
She couldn't move out of the bed until the third set of knocking starting.
She swung her arms, trying to prop herself up, with little success. One of her arms gave way, toppling her out of her bed, knocking, and consequently smashing her bedside lamp, magical sparks being absorbed into her body. This burst of energy was welcomed, and to her surprise, she stood, pain gone.
She solved the problem of her neighbours by ignoring them completely; she simply started to brew some Sweet Pod Coffee, and had the sudden urge to play music. What am I? Back at the Academy?
She glanced at her clock, an hour still? Well… I stink, might as well relax for a bit…
She relaxed more than she originally planned. A shower turned into a bath, which turned to thoughts of her upcoming date.
Red dress? Shit, does he prefer less girly stuff? Shirt and a skirt instead? Or just shorts or trousers… And what else? I mean… didn't miss 'perfect' get me the Secret Frond gift… huh, I guess I do like the idea of them… but… they're pink… with lace and various frilly bits… She snorted, I bet Kelp would like them… I wonder how he'd react? How hard would h-
"By Frond!"
"I bring tidings of… news." The hooded speaker put his hands on the table. "We have evidence that the clan has employed fairies, whether they have been "convinced" or otherwise is yet to be known."
The others murmured their discontent.
"Impossible, the Clan has a hatred of them."
The hooded speaker nodded. "That was what we thought, but we've found hexes on members, both low and high ranking."
A female spoke up, "Sleepers? But why would the Clan want to infiltrate us?"
"I have a feeling the Clan is being played by something bigger than anything we've seen before."
The hooded speaker was showered with glares of outrage.
"Bigger than us? Pray tell, what is worse then? Are you suggesting there is an intelligent troll persay?"
The hooded speaker growled, "I don't know." He slammed his fists on the table again, "The Clan is up to something. They're not normally this aggressive."
"But Calvik…"
Calvik growled, "The Venators were made to kill rogue Lycans, and I think…" He snarled, "Ravager just made the top of the list."
There were more murmurs of discontent.
"Her majesty will not agree with this Calvik-"
"She will have to, lest the Clan comes after us. They out number us tenfold." Cracking his knuckles, he continued ominously, "I will speak to her, you will all need to think on this information."
He left in silence.
"Well, here we are…"
Kelp grimaced.
Holly was an avid vegetarian. Yet the place Foaly booked was known for its meat selection. The Troll 'n' Grill had an impressive 4 Diamond Acorns, and it boasted a decent vegetarian option, and Foaly was adamant that Holly would be fine with it. Kelp was not so sure.
He glanced at his date. She was wearing a strapless, knee-length dress that was a ruby red. Her hair was also done up into a simple bob. It was completely different to how she normally dressed, and Kelp was enamoured.
She was looking up the restaurant with a curious expression, one Kelp didn't normally associate with his wayward subordinate. She must be starving…
"I'm sorry if its-"
She interrupted him with a simple look. Her eyes were on him with a raised eyebrow. Kelp swallowed his words, and led her into the Grill by her hand. Frond, she's gorgeous.
As they entered, Kelp's trust in Foaly's choice plummeted tenfold.
The occupants of the Grill were mixed in race, and ranged from Grolls and Goblins to boisterous looking group of Dwarves, both groups being simply amicable because of the equal numbers, but there was still a decent chance of conflict. There were few elves, and Kelp felt the eyes turn to him and Holly, and once again, he swallowed any anger at Foaly and led Holly to one of the tables furthest away from anyone.
He watched her slide into her seat, and he took note of her eyes scanning the Grill. Kelp sighed. He'd already made a mistake. Foaly.
The T 'n' G was a large establishment, tables upon tables that surround a centrepiece that was a giant Grill the size of a small house. Inside this grill worked numerous goblins and trolls, hence the namesake. They cooked various unidentifiable meats that were being suspended and consequently cooked over a small lava river.
Holly's eyes were on the meat, and Kelp cringed at his second mistake. Foaly.
He blinked when he saw her lick her lips. She flushed when she noticed his eyes on her. Nervous?
She looked up slyly, "Don't you want something to eat?"
The red tinge on her cheeks deepened, and Kelp could only let his jaw drop at the innuendo. She smirked before dragging him up towards the Grill.
Kelp was completely dumbfounded.
Holly was a notorious vegetarian. A few weeks ago, she made a scene during lunch at a couple of officers who had some cooked Groundhogs. She had to be physically restrained.
And she was, with the biggest portion of meats Kelp had ever seen. Going by the looks some of the Trolls gave them, it pretty big to them too. A dwarf couple that came in a few minutes after them looked on with amused surprise.
The Captain seemed almost unsure whether or not to eat the monstrosity on her plate, and as she stabbed a fork into a slab of meat, her hands appeared to shaking. This didn't help Kelp's 'Date Success Meter'.
"You don't have to eat it you know…" He tried to smile at her, to show her he understood her reluctance.
She shook her head, and shoved the piece into her mouth.
Kelp watched in horror as her face went from a beautiful flush to sickly green. He demanded the Pixie waiter to her some water but she waved him away. As he looked back, the green tinge was fading back into her cute flush, and she muttered a single phase.
"That wasn't that bad."
Kelp laughed at the declaration, and he upped his intake of the meats as to try and keep up. After hours of eating, Kelp wanted to be sick, but a mix of alcohol and… something else, she wanted more.
She opened up more, and to Kelp's surprise, she began to make much more forward advances. As the little touches and innuendos increased, Kelp became more and more… wary.
Holly Short was not… this.
Holly Short was an angry, vocal, very vocal, stereotypical police officer. She was not this endless pit of food and flirting. Kelp began to frown more and more as the flirting continued. It was little things, such as shy looks and eyelid battering, but it also included a surprisingly pleasing game of footsie.
Kelp was staunch in his belief that she had spoke to Lili Frond.
As he took her home, it only increased. As the touching became less hidden, and much more forward, Kelp's confusion intensified.
"It's too late, come on inside, I'll make you cup of coffee."
"Holly…"
"Please?"
"Holly…"
"For me Trouble? Please?"
The sight of her wide eyes, hinted wit unshed tears, Trouble Kelp caved. "Just the one."
One turned into two, which miraculously turned into alcohol. The glasses began to take the form of a sick, drunken hydra; you downed one, and three more would follow.
Kelp was truly intoxicated when she dragged him to her room, and he was simply content to comply. He missed the glint in her eye, as well as her undisguised soberness.
"Come on your lazy shit."
Holly pulled open her curtains, which allowed the underground light to enter her room, landed perfectly onto her sleeping boss's face. He grunted before trying to hide under her pillows. She simply laughed at his antics.
Kelp on the other hand, was in no mood to laugh. Ever again.
He felt as if his brain wanted to leave his skull. While normally her laughter would bring a smile to his face, today, it grated against his ears. The scraping noise of the curtain rails made him want to claw his eyes out, and even the pitter patter of Holly's soft footfalls sounded like war-drums.
It seemed like nothing had happened, but Kelp wasn't such a high ranking officer by skill alone, no, he was smart, and he was smart enough to figure out when he has no clothes on and when he is in a bed that isn't his.
Peeking out from his pillow fort, he saw Holly staring at him with a feigned glare. She couldn't hide her smirk though. Kelp was also conscious that she was wearing nothing but underwear.
She put her hands on her hips and tried to look indignant. Kelp's face became red at been caught, and he tried to bury his face back into his fort, the image of Holly in pink lace burned onto his retinas.
A sexy girl, a throbbing headache and missing memories, today was not going to be Kelp's day.
"Have you ever been caught?"
"No."
"Were you ever watched by an agency?"
"No."
"Did you fail to kill someone dangerous?"
"No."
"Did you steal from someone dangerous?"
"No."
"You sleep with the relative of someone dangerous?"
"Y- wait, what has that got to do with anything?"
"I'm the one asking the questions, no please, answer."
"Yes."
"Is that person dangerous in an illegal sense?"
"Yes."
"Can I ask what relation?"
"No."
"Levi…"
"Step-sister, but I really don't think that's the case."
"Does he care for her as well?"
"What sort of… No."
"I'm glad you're cooperating, so is he jealous that you have someone and he doesn't?"
"No."
"And Gardner is no longer leading the UBA?"
"No."
"Wasn't Capet his step-daughter?"
"Yes."
"And you saw her last night?"
"Yes."
"So does that mean Nick is now in control?"
"Yes."
"Hmm, that explains a lot. How was she?"
"Angry."
"At him?"
"At both of us."
"Why is she mad at you?"
"Because I couldn't protect her father-in-law."
"So we get to the crux of the problem, you quit after his death, correct?"
"Yes, a few months after."
"Did he try and kill you?"
"Yes."
"You look sad, he killed others?"
"Yes."
"But you survived?"
"You're a shit therapist."
"Getting your feelings out in the open is the beginning, have you mourned your friend?"
"Yes."
"And do you want revenge?"
"This is bullshit."
"And do you want revenge?"
"Of course I do."
"Are you planning your revenge?"
"No."
"Do you swear on Capet's life?"
"No."
"So you are planning revenge?"
"Fuck you."
"Revenge isn't the way, why don't you just talk to him?"
"That's a fucking stupid idea."
"Anger clouds your judgement, it isn't healthy, have you spoken to a professional?"
"No, that's why I'm talking to an ex-mob boss."
"So you can become an ex-assassin?"
"That's a horrible job title."
"Please just answer me."
"Yeah I guess."
"You don't seem too sure, do you enjoy killing?"
"No. I'm just good at it."
"It's not healthy to avoid your feelings, tell me about your first kill."
"That's another stupid question, I've killed hundreds of people, I can't remember the first."
"You're not a sociopath Levi, this book says you should be able to remember."
"I don't… I guess… I killed a dissident… he was threatening the stability of the country…"
"Take your time."
"I guess… he was so young… fighting for what he thought was right… as was I. Hah, I cried after that. I mean, I was only what… nineteen, and this guy looked as terrified as I felt."
After a moment, Artemis I stood, a smile on his face.
"Do you feel better, even slightly?"
Levi grunted a response, lost in his own world. Artemis smiled again, and he left his friend to his musings.
Levi watched his friend leave, only to have his son sit where he was sat.
"Tell me the truth."
The younget Fowl stated, his eyes narrowed coldly. Levi simply sighed.
"A Scot, a little shit of a man who wanted us to align with Napoleon. I was ordered to kill him, so I did."
The teen did not look away, "Nineteen?"
"Fourteen."
Artemis grunted.
Levi once again ignored his interrogators, and chose to think back to his meeting with his love.
What the hell Levi? You can't show up…. Shit what if someone sees you?
I came to see you…
I've told you, we can't do this
You can't do this
Of course I fucking can't!
Kia…
Rud is dead. I have no place in the Clan with Nick in charge. I've already lost three girls to him, without me, they're leaderless.
Please Kia, let me explain.
I know Rud disliked me, but he was still my father. I loved him and now he's dead and I have no place Levi. He trusted you. Where were you?
Kia…
Nick killed him… why didn't you help him?
Nick didn't kill him! He lied!
W-what?
He was killed by a f… another. That's why Nick is after my hide.
Another? So where the fuck were you? Levi?! If it wasn't was an honour duel, why the fuck didn't you protect him? What sort of bodyguard are you?
It wasn't my fault…
Not your fault? You're a fucking bodyguard Levi, and you failed him. Me. You failed me and now… what? Nick is in charge and he's turning the clan into the very thing Dad hated.
Kia you don't understand.
No Levi, you don't understand. Please… just go.
Kia…
Don't make this any harder… Levi please…
Levi rubbed a tear from his face, his jaw set in grim determination. Nick, I am going to skin you alive.