Chapter 14

7 weeks later

Sitting down next to a shady man in a dark hoodie, Sayori kept her head down and hands in her jacket pockets. She was on the subway, taking care of some quick business before heading "home".

"You got it, kid?" The shady man asked.

Without a word, Sayori handed the man something from her pocket. It was a neatly folded cloth.

The man took it, inspected it, and, once satisfied, handed over a hefty amount of money.

"Pleasure doin' bis', kid." The man said before getting up as the next stop approached.

Letting out a sigh, Sayori pocketed the money before leaning back in her seat.

A few hours later

Entering the penthouse, Sayori headed over to the couch, where Natsuki was waiting patiently.

"How'd we do?" Natsuki asked.

Sayori handed over her backpack.

Natsuki opened it and revealed the entire thing was full of money.

"Seems you sold everything. Again." Natsuki said with a smile. "You're becoming quite the lil criminal, Sayori. Or should I say "Kimiko Shinawa." Natsuki tossed a small I.D. card over to Sayori.

"My guy finally came through." Natsuki said as she lit a blunt. "Came in while you were out." Natsuki got up and approached Sayori, offering the blunt.

Taking it, Sayori took a few puffs before passing it back.

"Sayori is officially missing, presumed dead." Natsuki stated. "New name. New social. New life. New you." Natsuki stated proudly. "And I am now Makio Shinawa." Natsuki presented her own new fake I.D. "We're officially sisters now, too. Should keep any unwanted attention from following us."

"Yay." Sayori said unenthusiastically. She let out a sigh as Natsuki pulled out a brush to fix her hair. "I wonder how Mark's doing..."

"I'm sure he's fine." Natsuki assured her.

Back at the cabin, two men in black suits examined the scene.

"Excuse me, but-"

"FBI, pal." One of the men stated as he showed the officer his badge. "We got it from here."

The officer gave a nod before backing off.

"The victims we're clearly mauled." One of the men said.

"Most of their hearts were either missing or partially eaten, too." The other added.

"You thinking werewolf?"

"That's exactly what I'm thinking." The first officer said. "Who are the currently missing students?"

The officer listed off each member of the Literature club as well as the three other students that were bitten the night of.

"Guess they got the idea to skip town." The second officer stated. "Their trail can't be too cold."

The first officer sighed. "Let's get to work."

Sitting on a private plane to LA, Yuri was sipping on a really fancy, expensive glass of champagne. Flipping through clothing options on her phone, she got a notification that she should be arriving in roughly ten minutes.

As for Mark and Monica, they were also waiting in the airport to meet up with Yuri in LA. After spending nearly 2 months deciding what to do, Monica eventually convinced Mark that Yuri was the best bet. She, and the others, made a meet up plan in case they were ever separated.

Everyone was to eventually meet up in LA with Yuri.

Mark wanted to find Sayori and Natsuki first, but Monica said that could take forever since they had already ditched their phones for new ones. Sayori and Natsuki had the same idea since both of their old numbers no longer had service.

"Y'know, I was thinking..." Monica said, leaning over to Mark. Pulling him close, she began to whisper in his ear. "I never had the chance to experience the "Mile High Club" before."

Mark looked to Monica with a glare.

"I told you that was a one time thing." Mark stated. "I already feel like shit about cheating on-"

"Oh, my God." Monica groaned. "We're fucking immortal, numb nuts." She whisper shouted. "The odds of you eventually breaking up with Sayori and fucking one of us is 100% no matter how much you wish to deny it."

Mark was at a loss to what he was hearing.

"Think about it." Monica continued. "You really think you'll stand each other enough to stay faithful for ALL of eternity? You're bound to "cheat" eventually. And with the prospects of eternity and immortality, means there's also a 100% chance the two of you will eventually kiss, make-up and fuck. Besides, I'm sure Natsuki has already popped that innocent little cherry. She has a thing for... Well... Cute things. Anyway, all we're doing is making each other feel good."

She paused to let her words sink in.

"This is a tense situation we're in." Monica continued. "We're both stressed out of our minds and could use a... Distraction." She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "So... Why don't you shut the fuck up and fuck me silly."

Mark gulped.

Suddenly, a finely dressed man approached the two.

"Sorry for the wait." He said as he gestured respectfully to Monica. "Your plane is fueled up and ready to go. Your luggage has also been stored."

"Fantastic." Monica said before getting to her feet.

Mark followed her lead.

Minutes later

Flying high up with the clouds, Monica and Mark sat across from each other on the plane. She was busy rolling a blunt.

"Are we allowed to do that on-"

"It's my fuckin' plane." Monica said upbeat as she finished the blunt. "Done and done." She then lit it. "You smoke?" She asked.

He was about to answer when she cut him off.

"Well, if you don't, you do now." She took a puff and closed the gap between Mark and herself.

Kissing him deeply, Monica pushed the smoke into his mouth. Keeping him in the kiss, she waited until she saw him exhale the smoke through his nose. Only then did she pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two momentarily before breaking.

Giving him the blunt, Mark puffed it a few times before Monica took her turn.

Once the two were under the full affect of the drug, Monica kissed Mark again, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

However, much to her surprise, Mark quickly overpowered her and began exploring the new territory.

Moaning into his mouth, the two pulled away. However, the mood was dampened by Monica.

"You smell like wet dog." She joked.

"You don't smell great, either." Mark shot back, almost instinctively.

Monica had a look of shock on her face before replacing it with a grin.

"Guess we should do something about the smell, huh?"

Getting up, Monica led Mark to the bathroom of the plane by hand. Upon opening the door, it was revealed a luxurious shower was installed.

"A shower on a plane?" Mark questioned.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Monica commented. "Now, strip."

Once in the shower, the two allowed the water to wash over them a bit before Monica turned to Mark.

Pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear, Monica embraced Mark, kissing him passionately. Taking his member into her hand, she stroked him as the kiss only deepened.

Pulling away, Monica leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"You're gonna participate more this time." Monica stated. "But first... Mommy's feeling a bit thirsty."

Monica slowly began to kiss down Mark's body.

Having finally unpacked her last bag in her penthouse, Yuri plopped down lazily on her couch. Much like in the show "Lucifer" Yuri lived above her family owned Night Club. Of course, none of her family bothered with it since it was the "cheapest and dumbest" thing they owned.

Yuri always found it cool though, and insisted it stay in the family. So, her family granted her prime ownership.

Heading downstairs, the bartender immediately lit up upon seeing her old friend.

"Holy shit! Frederica!" She greeted. "You should've told me you were back in town."

The bartender was of Black and Asian descent. Well, technically she's not of any descent. Shape shifters tend to have many ethnicities, but she always favored this form.

She wore a black T and matching skirt.

Shape shifters were a rare breed, and could change into pretty much anyone that is of the same sex as when they were born.

A female couldn't turn into a male and vice versa. The one's bold enough to try always ended the same way. The reproductive system gets a bit tangled and the end result is always... messy.

"It's Yuri." Yuri said. "Well, actually, it's Lilly Marie, now." She corrected herself. "How've you been, Sash?"

"Same old, same old." She answered. "What brings you back to the City of Angels?"

"Werewolf school massacre. Gotta lay low." Yuri - Lilly replied. "Guess you gotta tolerate my horrible drinking habits for a few months."

"Damn." Sasha said sarcastically. "How am I ever going to handle this? Gotta hit the bottle." She joked as she opened an expensive bottle of scotch.

"You pouring two?" Yuri asked.

"Duh."

"Double?" Yuri asked.

"Duh." Sasha responded again.

Pouring the two glasses, the duo shared a drink before Yuri called it a day.

"Gonna get some rest for tonight." She explained. "I wanna party hard."

"Oh, we're definitely fuckin' partying!" Sasha stated.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Mark turned his head to see the dark spot on the right side of his neck. Monica had left her mark on him.

"Admiring my work?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around him. She had a towel around her body, as well as having her hair up in a towel, too.

She planted gentle kisses along his neck as Mark looked away, disgusted with himself.

Twice now he's cheated on Sayori and he feels awful about it.

"Don't worry about Sayori." Monica assured him. "In the face of eternity, even if it takes a hundred years, that's a simple time out. She'll forgive you eventually."

Monica placed another kiss on his neck.

"Please fasten your seatbelts as we begin our descent." The pilot announced.

End of chapter 14