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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 16:08:51 GMT -8
"Great," she grumbled and grunted. No scratching? No biting? Well, shit. "May as well just join a convent." Her words were tinged with sarcasm, but there was some truth to what she was saying. What fun was sex going to be if she had to think about being careful constantly?
With a sigh, Sheri leaned to the side and dropped her head onto a hand, letting her fingers go MIA in the mass of waves that fell freely around her face and shoulders, the ends of them reaching the center of her spine. "No," she said in response to his question regarding the wolf back in Louisiana. "It was the dead of night deep in the swamp." In other words, it was pitch black save for a moon, if the sky had been clear enough to put it on display, but she honestly couldn't remember seeing one. Then again, she wasn't out there to enjoy the scenery. "I couldn't make out more than its shape."
Picking up her head long enough to take another lengthy pull from the bottle, she then said. "Heard it, though." That growl. Right by her ear. It still gave her chills and she had to shake them off yet again as she sat there watching him make those sandwiches. "When I came to I just took off." Not like she was going to go looking for the damn thing. Nope! Smart girl that she was just counted her lucky stars that she was still alive and then got the hell out of there as quick as her feet could carry her. Because of the two dead men, going to the authorities had never been an option and she didn't feel bad about it one iota. In her opinion, they got what they deserved.
"Why?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Does it make a difference?" Or did he think the damn thing could be looking for her? That was something she'd never considered and she sincerely hoped it wasn't the case. The possibility of such, no matter how unlikely, was enough to make her happy that she left New Orleans. Last thing she wanted was to come face to face with the thing that did this to her when she was still unsure how she felt about it all. According to TC, she might end up wanting to kill him or her when all was said and done.
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Post by TC Beckwith on Jun 16, 2016 16:47:02 GMT -8
"If he - or she, was in any way, shape or form the responsible sort, he or she would likely be looking to try and teach you the ins and outs of being a wolf." Moving back to the table, he sat the plate of sandwiches down and picked one up from the pile as he sat down. Taking a bite, he chewed slowly, then chased it down with his beer, before he added. "Then again, who ever it was, may not even be aware of what happened. Depending on the age of the wolf, and how much consciousness they retain in wolf form..."
It happened. Some were completely unaware of what went on, once they shifted. Others were. It all depended on the individual wolf, really. "As for joining a convent, you might want to hold off on that. And if you find a wolf to hook up with, you won't have those issues. But a human, or a vampire... You could turn a human, or even kill him. Same with a vampire. Wolf bite to a vampire can be deadly."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 20:31:32 GMT -8
It wasn't the first time Sheri had felt like an inconvenience since they met, but the feeling was exacerbated now that she was under his roof, especially after what he'd just said about the other wolf not being responsible. Though she thought she had worked though her childhood issues of being abandoned at birth years ago, she could feel them resurfacing with that single comment which is when it became clear she'd been abandoned yet again.
Uncertain of what to say about any of it, she remained quiet save for thanking him for the food when he set the plate of sandwiches down between them. Like he figured, she was hungry -- more so after getting a whiff of the meat when he'd taken it out of the refrigerator. Eating also gave her something else to concentrate on.
"Well, I can earn my keep," she said, offering him a shrug. "Don't want you to think I'm taking all of this for granted or anything." She didn't outright tell him how she was feeling or what she was thinking -- that would have been too much to admit right now, far too personal, but he'd at least know she wasn't expecting his help and that she was willing to work for it.
As for her not joining a convent, all she could do was smirk. "Are there that many of us that it's so easy to hook up with another of our kind? Or are there special clubs and shit?" Soon as she said it, she started laughing, picturing something else. "Wait. Do we place personal ads?" That was when she started reciting one that came to mind and the reason she cracked up: "Like, 'Must love moonlit runs and enjoy interacting with nature'?" Had he noticed yet that when anything got too serious, she started making jokes? It was her default setting. Took her mind off the fact that she could kill someone if she wasn't careful.
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Post by TC Beckwith on Jun 17, 2016 2:04:13 GMT -8
TC couldn't help it, he cracked up. Taking a sip of his beer he then added, "Must not be allergic to canines." Smirking, he shook his head. "Not as many of us as there used to be. We're hunted, both by the assholes who know what we are and by the assholes who just see another wolf. Another reason why we avoid people near the moon." TC took another bite of his sandwich and chewed slowly, watching her. He knew it was a lot to take in, and that she was handling it a lot better than some would.
"I'm not gonna lie, it ain't gonna be easy, but I'll be there for you, every step of the way. If the human side of the wolf that turned you, realizes that he turned you, he may come looking for you. As long as he's got your scent... or she..." no, TC wasn't a misogynist, it was a habit of his to refer to an unknown as he unless he had indication otherwise, "they'll likely try to find you. If they do come looking, they'll come to me first. I'm what you call an alpha, and what some folks refer to as the ulfric which is the leader of the pack. Whenever a new wolf comes to town, it's their responsibility to make themselves known to the locals."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 12:04:35 GMT -8
"There you go," she said, laughing a little bit harder because of him. Not only was he laughing with her, but he was adding to the joke, and for a few seconds it was simple for Sheri to forget why she was there. Until he started talking about hunters, that is.
"So there are real Sam and Deans out there?" Yes, she watched Supernatural. Or she used to, at least. Now that she was actually living it she didn't think shows like that would hold her interest for much longer, but it meant she actually had some idea of what he was talking about, no matter how far-fetched it sounded. So much that she looked a bit taken aback by the possibility that there were actual people out there that would be hunting them.
By the way he was watching her, Sheri could tell TC was looking for signs that she was on the verge of losing her shit. Truth be told, she already had and she just might again, but it wouldn't be in front of him. Not if she could help it. Any emotional outburst she'd had thus far had been when she was alone -- in the privacy of her truck or motel room, and she wasn't about to change that now. Instead, she smiled.
"I appreciate that," she responded softly. Though he said it wouldn't be easy, he'd offered to be there for her every step of the way, and as Sheri took the final bite of her sandwich, she couldn't help but wonder, yet again, how bad it was going to get. That included the possibility of this other wolf looking for her. She didn't like the sound of it and while she didn't say much about it, it showed on her face as she rose up from her seat and started cleaning up after herself (and him, if he was done).
"How likely is it?" she asked over the running water. Sheri was standing at the sink, washing dishes and rinsing out the bottles, just in case he was into recycling. She was trying her best to keep busy, but couldn't help wanting to know what her chances were of running into the man or woman that was responsible for everything. "And what happens if they don't come to you first?" She turned the faucet off and reached for a towel to dry her hands, facing him as she did so. None, some, or all of this could happen, but she still wanted to cover all her bases, hence the line of questioning.
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Post by TC Beckwith on Jun 18, 2016 17:56:23 GMT -8
"Too many variables to tell. If it was me, I'd be looking. But it all depends on who the wolf was that bit you and if they even realize it, in human form, what went down. Not all remember what happens when in wolf form. It's like the ultimate tequila drunk, you can dance on the tables, and kiss all the cowboys and not remember a damned thing the next day." Rising, TC moved to help her clean up, not about to have her do it all.
"If he remembers, he'd likely track you as far as where you picked up your truck or got a ride back to where you were staying. After that, he'd have to rely on conventional means of tracking." With the dishes rinsed and in the dishwasher, TC leaned against the counter to regard her. "Even if he does manage to show up, it doesn't mean it's a bad thing. And if he turns out to be a dick, I'll snap his ass back. Any one of the pack will do that. God help him if he gets on Sasha's bad side."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 12:48:23 GMT -8
When TC said he'd be looking, she just nodded. "Somehow you don't strike me as the type of guy to need to track down someone." In other words, he never would have done something like this. "But it's good to know someone has my back," she said. At least she knew he wouldn't send her packing with just anyone -- not that she would have gone if it didn't sit right with her gut. At that point, she just would have taken off on her own again and kept moving until the man or woman gave up.
The two of them had just finished cleaning up from lunch when he mentioned the rest of the pack. Sheri had struck a casual lean against the edge of the sink, her arms folding loosely against her chest after she dropped the towel she'd used to dry her hands down on the counter. "How many are there?" she asked, arching a slender red brow. And when it came to Sasha, her curiosity continued. "Is that your wife?" And is she cool with me staying here? That was going to be her next question. While his home was nice and neat with everything in its place, nothing about it really spoke of a woman living there, nor were there any telltale signs of a wedding ring on his hand -- yes, she'd looked out of habit, but that didn't mean anything nowadays. For all she knew, she could just be his girlfriend. Not that the redhead was intentionally planning on pursuing him or anything -- it just paid to know what was what, or in this case, who was who, so she didn't find herself staring down the wrong end of some firearm. She had enough problems!
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Post by TC Beckwith on Jun 19, 2016 13:23:46 GMT -8
Bite her to save her? Sure he would. Let her get away from him, after the fact? Not a snow ball's chance in hell. "Never had to so far." When she took up a lean against the counter, TC moved to the fridge and pulled out two more beers, cracking both open before offering one out to her and taking up a lean against the kitchen island. "We're a small pack, better than half the wolves in the area moved to Austin, and now, with you, we're a solid half dozen."
Smirking, TC tipped his bottle up and took a good drink of his beer, which was the absolute worst thing he could have done because then she was asking if Sasha was his wife because he damned near drowned on it. Not that Sasha wasn't a good looking woman, hell he'd take her to bed any day of the week if he thought for a moment she wouldn't shoot him, but marriage? Coughing and hacking, he shook his head and when he could finally talk, it came out as a croak. "Not married. Allergic to commitment." Such was the story of his life.
He cleared his throat and continued. "Sasha's freki, or second in command. She's also a cop. Homicide detective." It came in handy, having someone in the pack on the force.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 15:39:45 GMT -8
Oh, she knew he would have bit someone to save them. No one makes a two hour drive to pick up some stray that wouldn't have done something similar. What Sheri meant was that he would've stuck around. "That's because I'm one of a kind," she teased, blowing on her nails and brushing them on her shirt like she was something special, suggesting that was why he hadn't had to save anyone yet. She was kidding, of course. What she was, was stupid. There were safer ways of making ends meet than hustling people, but she'd been good at it -- until she wasn't. That's how she ended up here.
When he started choking on his beer, those baby blues went wide. She didn't know what the fuck had just happened, but she was quick to push off the sink and started patting him on the back. Soon as he managed to spit out that he wasn't married and why, it all made sense and she snickered low, her lips twisting into a smirk as she gave him a playful shove. "Sorry, wasn't trying to kill you with that question," she said, reclaiming her spot by the sink as well as her beer. "Just wanted to make sure my being here," she lifted the bottle, gesturing around the house with it, "wasn't stepping on anyone's toes." Not that she planned on staying there forever. She was a big girl and could fend for herself -- well, once she figured out how to be a wolf, at least. Once she mastered that she wouldn't be overstaying her welcome.
Tipping the bottle to her lips and taking a lengthy swig, Sheri watched him, quietly wondering if his aversion to commitment was something he'd been born with or if there was some ghost from his past that prevented it. She wouldn't be poking or prodding him for answers, though. It was honestly none of her business. Nor was she going to try to cure or convert him. The redhead wasn't that kind of woman. She may have been young, but she wasn't naive -- she knew there was no changing a man, not unless he wanted to do it himself. Just look at George Clooney. To try was truly just wasting your time.
"Huh," she said when he explained who Sasha was and what she did. "I guess that helps if one of us does accidentally..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. He'd know what she meant. Instead, she just took another drink from her beer and started walking around the room with it, looking out the windows at the wilderness that surrounded his property.
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Post by TC Beckwith on Jun 21, 2016 3:34:56 GMT -8
"It's not an inevitability, but it can happen. If it does... don't let it tear you down." He shrugged and looked around, before looking back at her. "So you want to take a look around, or get settled in?" Sheri would have to get her bearings sooner or later. "We can start here in the house and then head out around the property." That way she could settle her gear into a room.
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