Behold, my Beloved

Dwayne stared down at the girl in front of him. He had heard his pack mates questions and now felt them surround him and the obviously frightened girl.

Dwayne tilted hes head back a third time and inhaled deeply.'Yep, the rich smell of blood was coming from her. This was the right Chica.'

Lowering his head, Dwayne took in the girls looks. Petite, yet curvy. Not a thin stick by any means, she had the look though of some one who had lost a lot of weight in a very short time. The girl had beautiful eyes. Striking. Curly black hair that had obviously seen better days. Dirty, tangled and wind blown; the girl obviously hadn't seen the inside of a shower in several days if not a week. Even so, he had the strangest yearning to ruffle her head of hair between both his hands. A flash of silver caught his eye. Piercings. The girl had a multitude of them. Lip, nose, eyebrow and a cascade of rings from the very tip of her ears to the bottom lobe. Nice. Dwayne couldn't help but wonder if there was any more that couldn't be seen easily. Smirking, he let his imagination wander.

During his once over, the girl had fidgeted, glancing around. Trying to discreetly back away from the pack. Her movement slow and almost methodical. Unfortunately, she backed right into David. Gasping, the girl whipped around. Quickly whirling and back stepping trying to put some space between her and blond leader.

David though, was faster. Grasping the girls shoulders, he quickly brought her body into contact with his. The pair of them could have been mistaken for a couple if you didn't look to closely to the girls face which had gotten even whiter if that was possible. The girls front was pressed intimately to David's. She had brought her hands up, to his chest as if to push David away.

David felt her small hands on him. Felt her body tensing, getting ready to push herself away. David looked into her eyes and breathed one word. "Don't." he said.

The girl stopped and seemed to freeze. Motionless except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest. David could feel her heart pounding. Almost fluttering. Like a small bird,wings beating against the cage of her ribs.

David looked up and behind the girl trapped in his arms. Paul and Marko had moved closer and now was standing directly in front of him, behind the girls back. Both the boys had identical grins on their faces. Tips of their fangs showing. They were hungry and eager. Dwayne stood off a little to one side. Typical stoic face on. David caught Dwayne's eye and said "Dwayne?"

Dwayne, noticing David looking at him and hearing the question asked in the saying of his name, replied to the query. "She's the one I smelled David. Smell her. Blood. Wounds. Fear."

At this urging, Paul, Marko, and David took a deep, inhalation of the girls scent. Out of all the boys, Dwayne's sense of smell was vastly superior. Catching the scent of prey literally on wind. Rarely, when a scent was caught; did Dwayne lose it. His nose had brought the pack more than just one easy meal. So all learned to take Dwayne's nose seriously and just follow. The three boys caught their breaths and held. Testing and tasting what the injured girls smell held for them. As this was happening the girl gave a low moan and hung her head, eyes closing.

The boys groaned in unison. Her smell was strong. Rich in blood and pain and coated with a heavy wash of fear. Heavily it hung in the back of their throats. Hearing the groans of the pack that surrounded her, Kallee knew she had only moments before they swept off with her. Into a dark alley, or maybe down to the beach. There, once secluded. The pack would tear into her. Biting and draining. Chewing and clawing. Just as Lions did with Zebras. There was one difference though. When a lion killed it's prey. It was efficiant. Clean. No torture or prolonging the moment before death. Vampires were different. Kallee seen first hand how they tortured, maimed, teased their victims. Watching them cry and scream. Begging to be let go or just killed so the pain of broken limbs and gouged eyes would be felt no more.

Gathering what little courage she had left Kallee pleaded to be let go. "Please, please. Just let me go. I promise I won't tell. I promise. Please." the last said in a choking whisper. Tears clogging her throat. Making it difficult to talk.

David, lost in the euphoria of blood lust heard her though. He snapped his head down in shock, eyes widening. Taking a closer step. David lowered his head. Shoving his nose under a cascade of black hair,right into the crook of the girls neck. David took another deep inhale of her scent and held it for a span of a couple of seconds. Shock pervaded his system. There, mingled with the overpowering smell of blood and fear was another scent. Faint but true. How the hell Dwayne and he not to mention the other boys had missed it was beyond his explenation. Maybe, because of the blood lust overriding everything else. Or the heady scent of so much blood. What ever it was, now that he caught the elusive scent, David knew it for what it was. Vampire. more specifacally Vampires. Not of his pack either. Growling, eyes bleeding into a red gold, talons lengthening; David shove the girl back at arms length. Glaring down at her, growling low and deep from his chest he spoke.

"You know. You know our kind. You smell of pack not of my own blood. How?" Grasping harder on the frightened girls shoulders, he gave her a hard shake. All the while speaking to her. "How? Tell me! You better tell me now damn it before I snap your scrawny, fucking neck!"

Kallee could feel his anger, hear the low growl that continued to rumble from the blond Vampire's chest. Gathering up the last reserve of strength and courage, Kallee looked up at the Vampire. She was so tired. Sick and tired. Hungry and so sore. Kallee was in pain in areas she didn't even know that could feel pain. She could feel the talons that dug into her shoulder blades. Could feel the fresh flow of blood seeping out from beneath the tips of his nails.

In that moment, Kallee gave up. There was no way she was going to escape this time. No where to run any more. Kallee was to tired to try to run any more. She was caught. Truly caught as a fly into a web. Feeling as she now had nothing left to loose, Kallee slowly nodded. Clearing her throat roughly she spoke.

"Yes. yes I know of you. That is, I know of your kind. I know of Vampires." Kallee said with a tremor in her voice. Body starting to shake. 'Great. Add slipping into shock on top of everything else. What in hell can possibly top this great big pile of shit cake that's my life?' Kallee asked herself.

David sneered. His eyes had bled back to their normal color during the time the girl had been talking. He gave her another hard shake asking her. "How did you come to know of us, yet still live to tell the tale?"

Swallowing dryly, Kallee gave a shudder and spoke quietly, but quickly. "I know because I was a blood slave. A blood slave to a pack whose territory was in Los Angeles. I live because I ran away. I just didn't realize I was running straight to another damn pack of fucking Vampires!" The last was said forcefully and loud enough for the three remaining boys to hear clearly. Kallee's anger was starting to simmer. 'It just was not fucking fair! She must have royally pissed some one off in her previous life to be shit on so bad in this current life. It was just so damn unfair!' Kallee yelled to herself.

Marko, at hearing the girls statement of being a blood slave to another pack. Made an noise between a groan and a growl. 'A fucking blood slave. An escaped one at that. Shit was going to hit the fan on this one. Max was going to be pissed. At least this time, there was no way in hell he could pin this one on the pack.' At this thought, Marko snickered lightly to his self.

Dwayne's reaction was more of a body jerk with an actual surprised look on his face. "Shit." was just the one response he muttered. Looking to David.

David, hearing the girls confession had tightened his hold on her shoulders. Digging his talons deeper. A small whimper escaped her lips. To the three boys an Kallee all the noise and commotion of the board walk seemed to fade. They seemed to be locked into place. The people traipsing the boardwalk moved around the group as water does a boulder sitting in the middle of a river. All seemed centered on the girls last words.

Then the silence was broken. By a voice. Strong, yet hesitant.

"Um, yeah, hey bro's. What the hell is a blood slave? And can I get me one?" Paul asked. Bouncing on the balls of his feet. Looking to each of his pack mates. His question backed by the shit eating grin plastered on his face.