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Cry of the Wolf, Part 1

NEW TERRITORIES…

Adrian ran, he ran to a point where his muscles ached and he was unable to transform…
The package still tucked neatly under his arm; he had only moments before it had to delivered, their adversaries were everywhere and where playing it smart…

Daniel ran parallel to his position; they both had been running for an excessive period of time and were almost at exertion’s end…

The enemy force used their bodies to create a barrier that even Adrian would be unable to burst through and there was absolutely no time to wheel around them.

“GO DANIEL!” he howled as the package was catapulted safely to him before Adrian charged head-long into the barrier; still knocking a considerable number of them over…

Their fate rest in Daniel’s hands; Adrian was taken down and his squad had fallen over a hundred meters back; He pushed himself further than ever before, his human form panting and his heart set to explode.

He then heard the stamping sound of someone charging after him… he had only seconds left and the drop lay only a few yards ahead. He was slowing down as his body refused to press on and his enemy closed and tackled him down; the momentum of the push forcing him on a little further before he hit the ground…

It was all over…



“HES IN THERE!” called the referee.

The monstrous sound of the crowds roaring their support as he had past the line at the last possible second…

The Lycans had broken their tie with the Downtown Bears with one second to spare, ending the final game for the Semi-Pro A-League and earning themselves a place in the National Series.

Since their Defeat of House Tsar over a year ago, Manhattan had become the official home of the Lycan; both as their race and their dominating Grid-Iron football team dubbed lovingly ‘The Central Lycans’, their colors were the blues and blacks of the night and the banner depicted a full-grown Werewolf howling to a brilliant full moon.

Vampires were a mere border-skirmish as the dominant Clan-Night-Claw led by the famous and fearsome Emma McConnell, now sixteen and second on the Pit-Fighting ladder.

The ‘Lycans’ walked off of the field and rubbed their ears from the sound of the crowd’s cheer, “They sure love us, eh?” Carlos said, removing the strapping of his helmet.

“I’ve always hated this armor-crap, I wish we could play without it!” Daniel commented, still panting like a dog after his performance.

The team looked up and ahead; a mob of sports-journalists and reporters were yelling and screaming for interviews and comments.
“Always wanted to get on TV, ese’!” Carlos squealed excitedly.
“You’ll have ample chance…” Adrian said with a smile, he was their captain both for the team and for the Clan, he was the one they screamed for the most, “I’ll only answer two questions; you first…” he announced, pointing to a rather beautiful woman scribbling on a notepad.

“Captain Adrian,” she asked, the mob fell mostly silent for her question, “How far do you intend to take the Lycans, seeing as you’re in the Majors now, will you stay on as Manhattan’s premier team?”

“Most certainly will! The pack is here and we is gonna’ stay!” he answered, almost speaking in detail about the clan, “Now, we’ve got a party to throw, excuse me…”

They went insane as security and police forced the crowd back to allow them to pass, he hadn’t answered another question as he had promised…
The locker-rooms were filled with a fine mist to cool down the players, they were met with a raucous cheer as soaked streamers and various pops and bangs of small hand-held fireworks were thrown all over the place.

Adrian looked from left to right before drawing in a large breath of air and unleashing his mighty voice into a bellowing roar of triumph, receiving several others f lesser amplification from his teammates and the other real Lycans in the room.

The two stocky-security guards posted outside the door looked at each other with shocked expressions at the aggressive behavior of the city’s beloved team.

They stood back to attention as a young girl approached them; she was dressed in a long, brown leather trench-coat and only stood around four-foot-eleven.
“Sorry ma’am, only authorized persons with identification may enter the team locker-rooms, if you’re looking for autographs then I suggest you wait outside the club-house doors” he said, pointing to his left and down the hall to the entrance outside.

“I’m the team’s owner,” she said, pulling out an ID card for him.

“Sorry ma’am, I’ll let you inside…”

She pushed the bi-swinging doors that led into the roaring sound f the celebrations beyond; she was hardly in the mood for a party.
The entire large group fell dead-silent at her entry, she was meant to be on the other side of the city on a diplomatic envoy.

“Silver-Mane; what’s wrong?” Adrian asked, his high spirit disintegrating just looking into her eyes as she took off her sunglasses.

“Gather the pack… we leave five minute ago!” Emma said in a low and distressed tone, walking back out the door…

wow, you have a real talent for writing. but why dont you have a lycan from williams time, that has only begun to learn how to shed is wolfen appearence. just a thought.

Sounds interesting...

might do a prequel later or i'll see how the story unfolds in my noggin

Besides... the fact that you even know who William is... Shows you are a good reader

thanx, and you should consider writing for a living, if you dont already, because you got some serious talent.

Thats one hell of a compliment, I'm quite humbled by that, thank you... youpi

football Lycan Grid-Iron, yay!

But I've had a few years to write stories, this is the first time one has gone public!

damn a lycan football team, they would almost litterally crush the competition. yah, go team


gather all your writing up and send it to a publisher, and even if wiesman, grevioux, and mcbride, say its copywrite, im sure you can come up with other idea's.

Quote:
wiesman, grevioux, and mcbride, say its copywrite,

who in the ... are they?

Are they actors or directors of Underworld?

there the people who wrote underworld.
i hear there nice about fan work.

Then i'll try and finish this one and drop them a line... where would i go to do so?

uh, dont really know, but internet movie data base should have good links to there personal sites, and there you could probably contact them.

www.imdb.com

Now, let's not SPAM this thread, the second chapter will be up soon and i don't like huge gaps between, hope you understand.

Thorin, please PM me if theres anything else

cool. will do boss haas

Cry of the Wolf; Part 2

IDLE MINDS…

The ceiling fan overhead had had her attention for the last few hours, she folded her legs back and forth to entertain herself as she lay on the cheap motel bed.
Her companion lay on the large bed next to her in a crouched position with her legs near her chest; she hadn’t moved for six hours straight.

Melodie tried and tried to force herself to sleep, she mainly had tried to hypnotize herself to sleep with the fan, to absolutely no avail.
During the first few hours she lay in fear that the simple curtain mechanisms may fail, cooking them alive with the sunlight outside. She had so far loved life as a creature of the night, she hated the sun anyway but loathed being forced to remain indoors excessive periods of time; it made her feel oppressed as she did at home with her parent’s anti-Goth mentality.

She missed her parents…

Kelarae beside her rolled over, and with a loud, dull thump she hit the floor. Mel couldn’t help but laugh, “Good shot!”

Kel’s head popped up over the edge to glare at Mel, “That hurt, you know; I hit my head on your steel-caps!”
Mel rolled over as well so her face was only a few inches from hers, laying on her stomach with her hands under her chin, “Then maybe you’ll want to sleep on the floor in the first place!”

Kel hissed at her playfully; it had taken her a long time to become used to Mel’s outrageous behavior but they were now best of friends, wandering around the outskirts of Manhattan in search of other Vampires… so far no success.

“What’s the time?” Kel asked amidst a wide yawn.
“Two hours left of burning hell… May as well get some more sleep, I haven’t been able get one minute!” Mel said, looking at the illuminated windowsill and judged it by the color.

Mel scratched her midriff under the tank top she wore and collapsed back onto the bed, just the thought of sunlight made her exhausted.

“What are you doing in there with all the windows shut…” came a loud man’s voice, banging on the door viciously.

“None of your damned business!” Kel shouted back wearily.
“I think that’s the manager…” Mel whispered to her.
“And… I can’t remember the last time I was afraid of a Human!”

“It’s nearly nighttime, you’ve been in that room for the entire day and your bill is overdue!” the man shouted again through the thin-veneered door.

The girls froze as the locking mechanism of the door was disengaged, leaping underneath the thick blanket to protect them from the sunlight.
The immensely-obese manager wheezed and grunted his way into the room, looking around for the person who had answered and then noticed the two lumps under the mattress; he poked the nearest lump that was Mel’s ankle and she moaned.

“Is the door closed?” She asked slowly.
“Is the what? Speak up girl…” he said, removing a sizable lump of grit from his ear.
“Is-The–Damned-Door-Closed?” Kel asked as if speaking to a very slow-minded person; just as she thought of this human intruder.

There was the distinct sound of the door closing and they drew back the blankets, only to whip them back as the idiotic manager had pulled it back open again; giving both the girls a slight and very painful tan.

“YOU BASTARD!” Kelarae screamed viciously at the man through the blanket.
The hefty man chuckled and closed the door seriously; he hated Goths…

“Wakey, wakey; here comes the snakey…” he snag slowly, ripping the blankets off of them. His beady little eyes widened as he realized that the two girls lay close to each other in their underwear, granting for himself the exactly-wrong idea of what they had been doing…

“Can I join you?” he mused, shifting his belt.

“That’s disgusting! To think that I…” Kel began furiously, before Mel cut her off, “Did you really have to invade on us, you sick fat pig!”

“How dare you, to think that I let you stay for a minimal fee… GET OUT!” he bellowed; he was rather sensitive about his horrible mass.
Kel had enough, she leapt to her feet, crouched in front of the Human on the bed at eye-level; she bared her fangs, hissing and spitting in his face.
“Oh my god in…” the man whimpered, his feet frozen in place, sealing his fate as she pounced and tore at his neck; her lips encountering a horrible taste of his foul and unhealthy blood, but she still drank deeply from him.

Mel looked on with lust… She was quite aroused and simply had to join in; taking the opposing side of his throat and together they completely drained his sizable mass, killing him as the last drop turned his skin almost as pale as theirs..

Kelarae pulled back with a sigh, rubbing her hands all over her body in satisfaction as she hadn’t fed since the night before; far too long in her opinion.
Melodie pulled back and smacked her lips, wiping with her hand as not to waste a single drop, “That tasted really bad, but he had so much to offer!” she whispered, her head held high and back as she lot the euphoric sensation flood her entire form.

“Well, he did ask to join in…” Kel said with a satisfied smirk.

_-^^^==2==^^^-_

“How did the negotiations end so suddenly, I don’t understand?” Grey-Mane inquired, still wearing his ‘Go Lycans’ supporter’s cap.

“It ended in ambush, I think the south-American and the Canadian clans consider us a threat…” Emma said, inspecting a half-healed wound on her leg from the battle.

“Lycans attacking Lycans, it’s unthinkable!” Grey-Mane whispered, “Have they combined or was it a separate attack?”

“Thankfully we were attacked individually by either, they seemed random and sporadic; it’s as if they had no leadership…”
“Who did we lose, I noticed the envoy had only half it’s numbers…” Grey-Mane inquired wisely.
“Shadow-Claw was one of the first to fall, followed by Great-Maw and Black-Back…” she said sadly, they were some of her closest friends.

“I don’t think they would just attack without just cause and our relations with them have never fallen through… The last time we were in contact was well over a year, before your time!” Adrian pointed out.

Grey-Mane looked at him in horror, the finality overwhelming him, “Then you believe…”

“Yes; I believe their clans have been wiped out and those you saw are ones who have come to blame others for their fall, trying to avenge their peers; it has happened before”

“Yes I am aware; I led the defenders of that last occurrence,” William remembered wearily, “Far too many lives lost… Then the Vampires have attacked us from across the sea; our clans mostly dominate the American nation, the European clans fell two years ago and the Vampires control east-Asia…”

“As I said, we need to gather the Pack and try to collect the remnants of the strayed clans…” Emma said with stern determination.

Forget what i said, post all you want...

It's not like me to be so pushy... Sorry

Okay, ive got a great storyline in reserve for Cry of the Wolf...

Of course... im not gonna say a word of it until it's all posted

great stuff. keep it comin.

Read 2089-SWAT, i just came up with it last night...

Chapter 3 of Cry of the Wolf should be ready sometime later tonight, ill post as soon as it is ready...

Cry of the Wolf; Part 3

DECEITFUL DECEPTIONS…

Three months ago; Anapolis, just outside of Brasilia, South America.

((As I don’t speak their language, I am forced to write any Spanish words in English, I wish I could make it more realistic but I’m currently studying Japanese, not Spanish… , any statements encased by ] means they’re speaking in Spanish))

Ricardo took cover behind a pillar as Liquid-Silver rounds splattered all around him, every now and then burning his skin as a single drop would land on him.
“]” came Hernandez’s voice through his two-way, a click of static issued before and after.
“]”

He heard the familiar sound of the old AK-47s they used, the Silver rounds stopped hammering his position as the attackers took cover.

Ric sprinted towards the market square, his fellow Lycans lay in waiting there and had prepared an ambush for the attackers.

He leapt and duck behind an overturned stall, next to Hernandez as the terrain around them was splattered by more silver.

“]” Hernandez asked casually.
“]” Ric asked,
“]”

“]” it was Malina over the two-way, she sounded distressed.

“]” he replied with a click of the radio.
“]” She replied too with a click.
“]”
“]” she called again.

“] ))

The club’s music was overruled by the sound of high-cyclic weaponry; the patrons darted and sprinted for the exits as a fire-team carved through the crowd randomly.

Up in the rafters of where the club’s lights hung, the pack leader commanded squads to position and return fire down at the attacking group. They were using Ultraviolet ammunition as they were expecting their quarry to be Vampires.

“]” Jenna called over the raucous barrage of discharging munitions, to their absolute horror, she was right; the unmistakable flair of silver catching everyone’s eye.

“]” she screamed as his upper-torso melted away from anti-Lycan rounds, attempting to destroy the traitors but remembering the clip-type her gun was loaded with and ran across the network of rafters and out of their line of fire.

She fell four feet from safe ground as her waist exploded, she lay up there screaming in pain, the unmistakable Silver-Mane in Lycan form signaled for the group to withdraw, they had done enough damage…

_-^^^====^^^-_

Three weeks ago;

The air around was stuffy and smelt strongly of damp upholstery, three of the five lights that once light the dull area had blown or been smashed long ago. It was usually frequented by a small mob of young Lycans that liked to spend time with their leader, mainly trying to get in his good books by telling him that he’s the best thing since sliced bread…

He hated them but had no idea why he let those underachieving Lycans who waste their lives on the eternal pursuit of the opposite sex and ‘kicks’.

The door across from his desk and about seventeen meters away creaked open and a shy yet familiar face poked through, knocking even tough he could smell the Human servant, he smelled delicious but was a very efficient worker.

“Uh, sir? I uh, have some uh… a message from uh…” he said cautiously, trying to chose his words carefully as he was more than aware what had become of his last assistant.
“Speak up…” he put simply, looking over his work and at the tantalizing bag of human meat.

“MessagefromJackinthefieldsaysthatyou…” he said in quick succession, primarily out of fear before his master waved a hand for him to be silent.

“Slower…” He stated, emphasizing the word for as long as practical.

The human assistant forced a deep sigh to steady himself, “Jack has sent word that your operation was a success, the Brazilian clans are meeting with the pack from Québec on the matter of the Night-Claws”

“Of course the plan worked, I led each operation…” he said idly, continuing to scan the reports from his agents in the field.

“Definitely sir, your plan was perfect, if I may say so I’ve never…”
“You may not say so… enough with the ass-kissing and get out of here before I make arrangements for dinner!” the leader said bluntly to his Human slave, who turned and ran towards the door to keep his life.

He picked up another report and studied it, idly scratching the skin beneath his eye patch…

aahh yes, it's gettin even more interesting.

next chap is almost ready...

Cry of the Wolf, Part 4

FREE SPIRITS…

The roar of the motorbike was nearly drowned out by the rush of the wind in their ears, Mel hugged her friend around the midriff and stared up at the sky; her pupils contracting and expanding as the streetlights past overhead in evenly-spaced intervals.

Kelarae had stolen the performance Ducati as she had always preferred the high-pitched roar and the feeling of freedom but mainly for the speed they offered; her short hair whipped lightly at her face and the rush of the cool night air was refreshing, Mel behind her had been quite for the last two hours and their combined warmth made the long ride comfortable, Kel liked moments in company without talking, it allowed her to think ever-so-clearly.

Her friend behind her shifted herself slightly on the bike’s rear seat, resting her head on her back. Her breathing had slowed as she drifted to sleep, comfortably making up for the lack of which she had spent the entire day awake.

Mel’s hair was loose; it caught the wind and flew as if it were a proud banner in the breeze. Kel glimpsed down at the bike’s fuel gauge, Damn Humans have no appreciation for thieves, the tanks near empty! she thought to herself, looking up and around for the distinct lights of a service station.

Up ahead she could see the bright lights of a 247 petrol station, roughly three miles away; she could she clearly in almost al directions as they crossed the bridges into downtown Manhattan, the water around nearly a mile in every direction.

She twisted her wrist and the bike responded, the engine howled and more than easily putting their speed up to 85 mph, the performance bike roared in a tone than a Lycan would be proud of…

Red and blue flares came from the corner of her eye, a highway cop decided to spot them doing the impressive speed and activated his special-issue nitrous-oxide to attempt keep up with the blur that was her motorbike.

Kel smiled seductively at the human official, pretending to be attracted to him, unbuttoning her black short-sleeved shirt and revealing a lacy bra as her loose shirt flapped in the wind.

The driver of the patrol car just looked at her and shook his head; his partner wearing a large smile on his face and shifting in his seat. “You on the bike; slow down and bring your vehicle to a complete stop on the side of the road!” she looked back at him with a saucy smile and produced a single digit in his direction, further twisting her wrist and accelerating to 110 mph.

There were nearly no cars going into the city via this bridge, the outgoing however…

Kel pushed the bike into oncoming traffic; dodging and weaving through the beeping cars and her heart jumped excitedly when a station-wagon hit the brakes and locked his wheels, the car squealed to the side and the SUV behind him hit him with considerable force and catapulted the car into oncoming traffic, decimating the pursuing cop…

“Wazzat…” Mel moaned, half coming to consciousness, and rubbing her cheek in Kel’s back.
“Just a tailgater…” Kel called back to her, a slight moan indicated she had fallen asleep again.

The 247 la just up ahead on the opposite side of traffic and Kel pulled the bike to the side of the road and swore under her breath as the outgoing traffic would take forever to cross.

She looked around for another way through the thick mob of vehicles and spotted an overpass about a quarter mile down the road, she kicked the bike in the throttle and pulled a small but perfect one-wheeler as she tore towards the foot bridge.

Pedestrians ran and leapt to the side as she charged heedless of them and ascended the stairs; pressing people against the walls of the narrow walkway and accelerating through the overpass itself. Most pressed to the side but a few had the bright idea to leap over the side, right onto the fast-paced traffic around twelve feet below, regretting the decision immediately.

Kel had to stifle a laugh as she heard on man’s body impact a car whilst another howled in pain at a broken leg, she then pushed the bikes brakes into gear and slowed their descent down the stairs before roaring away towards the 247, dozens of people attempting to give chase on foot for the damage she had caused.

She dismounted the bike and stretched with a loud yawn, heedless of the eyes around her that scanned her dark appearance combined with the fact of a black bike, black clothes, black hair, black sunglasses and a black-clad friend who’s head lolled about her shoulders as she slowly awoke with a wide yawn.

Kel engaged the kick-stand strut on the bike and opened the tank, taking hold of a pump trigger but groaned when she realized that it said, ‘New System Installed; please pay at counter for pump activation’.

She had no money…

“Mel, Mel…” she said, poking her in the stomach until she woke up completely, “Do you have any money?”

“I got some in my account…” she said wearily with another yawn, “But I left my card at home… in the…” her head lolled again, falling asleep; they had drawn a lot of attention.
Kel had never in her life as a Vampire had a shortage of funds; she would normally extract as much as she wanted from Nicholai’s personal account but since the Lycans had taken his mansion they had hacked his bank and emptied the balance.

Kel balanced her friend on the bike carefully then went up to the service desk inside; a short blonde-haired kid in his mid-teens welcomed her with a mouth full of metal bracers, his face was a minefield of pimples and he spoke with a pitch-warbling voice.

She swallowed her pride and her dignity…

“Hello there…” she said in a low and flirtatious tone, causing him to adopt an uncertain expression, “I’m a little strapped for cash, you look like the compromising type; is there anything else is could do to get a full tank for my bike?”

“Umm, I’m g-gonna’ have t-to s-speak to my m-manager…” he stuttered and went to leave, Kel put her hand on his shoulder softly.
“You manager wouldn’t understand…” se purred, inside she wanted to tear his throat out but this area was far too populated and she could easily be tracked if she did so in the back room or the toilets, “Besides, it’s more or less something I wanted to do, just for you…”

The young Human swallowed to try and clear his throat, “W-what did you m-mean?”

“Do you have a private place we can discuss this?” she hated to do it, but it was working…

Mel was awoken by the smell of petrol and the crappy music they played at the station to keep you pleasant, looking around with an unsteady head as the disorientation of her drowsiness slowly left her senses.

She looked to her left to see an overweight man’s chest within a foot from her face, she looked up into his piggy little eyes and he looked as if he had a purpose; a sly yet stupid grin on his grotesque features.

“I like a girl who’s not afraid to wear a little leather…” he commented, gazing up and down her and particularly her posterior which was covered by tight leather hipsters, “I gots another use for that tight lil’ ass o’ yours.”

Mel just stared at him blandly, slightly shaking her head out of pity, “Loose a hundred and sixty pounds then I might think of even looking at you…”
His mischievous grin snapped into a cruel snarl as he gripped her hair at her scalp, pulling backwards and whispered in his ear, “When I want something, I get it! No questions asked you lil’…”

His words were cut short at the sound of a slight click behind him, Kel had a disguised 9mm at the base of his spine, “Back off, tubby”

He slowly released Melodie and backed away, his body in ripples a he bounced away in a run that might be called a run.

Kel had a lit cigarette in her mouth, not caring about the fire-hazard rule near the pumps as the trigger nozzle topped up the tank of their transportation.
“Since when did you smoke…”
“Habit, I always after… just… just please don’t ask” Kel stated flatly as she replaced the trigger on the fuel pump and mounted the bike once more, revving the motor unnecessarily as she vented frustration in the form of a perfect one-wheeled launch with Mel yelping and squeezing her stomach from behind as not to fall off.

The teenager behind the service desk welcomed his customers in a steady-deep tone…

i said it once i'll say it again, BRAVO, BRAVO..

I'm drawing a picture of Kel and Mel, took me al day to get Mel perfect ill do Kel tomorrow... then put it on the thread.

Sweet.

That's awesome! I'm waiting for more. So far, I think Adrian's my favourite character.

ooohhhh, art with great story lines, you

Its taking a while to Photoshop her so ill post the original in a low-res. JPEG.

Here's the Simple fullsize outline (Hand drawn of course )for Melodie by me here at =R-A= Studios...

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f352/Aliies/Mel.jpg

cool anime style.

Her eyes are green and her trenchcoat will be dark grey-black.
Her hair is an obstical as i wanted dead-black hair but it robs the detail away so the highlightings going to take a while.

Chapter 5, SIBLING RIVALRY will be up by tonight, hopefully

cool, and i just put in your request for self making food in my story, so enjoy. oh and its not until the fifth part.

was only joking bout that

These days, Australian-military MOREES cook themsleves, you pull a tab inside the packet and it'll heat up over cooking temperature no matter the condition...

well i guess i can edit, You shall rue this day, well go on start rueing.

The underworld story has just exploded in size...

expect a third from me after this...

Cry of the Wolf, Part 5

SIBLING RIVALRY…

They drove in a three-car convoy of old and simple makes to avoid attention, the headlights shone brilliantly through the light midnight-fog that haunted the ground.
Each car was filled to the brim, being there only enough seat belts for two-thirds their number; everyone kept silent as they past the busy metropolis zones and into the lesser-residential areas, the streetlights were dim and dull as to provide sufficient light for pedestrians and vehicles whilst not disturbing the surrounding inhabitants.

Emma sat comfortably in the front-passenger side of the middle station-wagon, gazing nostalgically at the houses they past; her old neighborhood seemed so far and yet so close as they cruised through the deserted streets.

“How far, Silver-Mane?” Adrian asked next to her and behind the steering wheel.
“Another two blocks and then to your left…” she stated, trying her best to remember the area that she had abandoned, “Make that three blocks then to your left…” she corrected.

“You said around here was the site of your turning?” asked Wise-William from the back seat directly behind her.
“Left, now; just ten meters ahead was where I was bitten…” she reminisced; feeling hot, stinging tears from behind her eyes.

“The birthplace of our leader…” Adrian mused fondly.
“There it is…”
“Sorry?” He asked, not sure what she meant.
“The house… My home…” she said, a single tear had escaped as the familiar shape came into vision; it lay exactly the same way as she remembered it.

“Whoa, check that out, that’s a nice bike, ese’!” Carlos squealed in delight, pressing his nose against the window and pointing to the slender black shape…

_-^^^====^^^-_

(Twenty minutes earlier…)

Kel kept the motorcycle’s engine at low revs to avoid attention as they crept through the silent streets; Mel had wanted to get some of her belongings as she ha finally built up the courage to go back home.

They pulled into the driveway and Kel killed the engine as she put down the strut-stand with her heel, “Never thought I’d come back here…” she whispered, her breath leaving a trail in the night chill.
“Neither did I; when you kidnapped me I thought I was going to die… not come back with my abductor as my friend, I’m sure even you didn’t think about that!” Mel said in a quiet tone in return, receiving a slight giggle from her friend.

They both walked up to the front door and Mel suddenly dropped to the floor, her hands brushing the slate underfoot as if looking for something.
“Drop your contacts dear?” Kel couldn’t help but say.
“When you took me, Einstein, I had nothing on me. As in; no keys…” she said as if it were painfully obvious.
“Obviously…” Kel said ironically with a sarcastic tone.

“Ha!” Melodie gasped suddenly and produced a silver key from inside the bushes adjacent to the door.

The locking mechanism clicked dully and they entered stealthily into the dark house; as Vampires, they were natural hunters so their feet made no sound with little effort.
“Wait down here; the staircase is a bit creaky if you don’t know where to step; I used to sneak out with my boyfriend always like this…” she remembered with a slight smile, keeping her voice well in check.

“I hate the décor…”Kelarae said flatly, gazing around the room she had visited over year ago, “Hated it then but now for a second time I hate it more!”
“Quit your complaining; I hate it too but it’s just furniture…” her friend said pointlessly, tiptoeing in specific locations to avoid making a sound.

Kel walked through the archway that led into the kitchen, the fridge lay just opposite and she needed something to wet her lips…

There was a low growl coming from her left and she turned to stare into the eyes of a young German Sheppard; she didn’t remember one form her last visit and it made her heart jump. She was unafraid of the mutt but the possibility of awaking those around them with a single bark…

The Canine advance on her with it’s head lowered, growling savagely at the unknown intruder. She exerted her will into a fixed glare upon the beast, showing it that she was in charge. The dog lowered it’s head further as if bowing, avoiding eye contact and backing away, into the basket next to the cupboard.

“Pathetic…” she mouthed, proud of herself as she finished her journey across the kitchen and towards the fridge; inside were a few cartons of milk, a six-pack of beer with one missing, a three-liter jug of fresh orange juice and some chocolate milk…

Kel hated beer, the taste of orange juice always made her feel sick and plain milk was just so boring; she liberated the chocolate milk carton and tilted her head back, drinking the flavored milk deeply.

Melodie came into view and scanned the living room for her, turning around to the kitchen and letting her mouth go slack at the sight of a fellow Vampire drinking chocolate milk with relish.

Kel spotted the look on her face and lowered the carton, looking at her in innocent confusion, “What?”

Mel just shook her head and sorted out a pile of credit cards and various other contents from her wallet as well as a hundred-dollar bill that Kel liberated for fuel off of her, “For the bike… we got a long way to go!”

“And where exactly are we going?” Mel asked indignantly, though now shocked at her friend’s sudden expression of shock; she was looking over her shoulder at something behind.

“Dad?”

“Mel… Mel is that you?” his voice was a whimper, flicking on the kitchen lights to better gaze at one of his lost daughters.
They both fell into each others arms and tears were flooding from Neil’s face; finally reunited with one of his offspring.

“Oh, I missed you, dad…” her voice too now marred by emotion.
“Uh-umm, I-inspector... Inspector Deborah that is you, isn’t it?” he asked uncertainly, trying his best to remember that night seemingly so long ago…

It took Kelarae a moment to realize what on Earth he was talking about; she had soon forgotten about her former-false identity since loosing her friend and lover, Nicholai.

“Um-yes, why yes, it is me; I’m surprised and humbled that you remember…” she stated quite sheepishly.

“Where have you been, why not even a call? Oh god we were worried sick, Mel; a whole year and no word…” he returned his attention to his daughter, planting a kiss on her forehead that seemed to have been waiting for the entire year of her absence.

The window behind them flared momentarily as the headlights of three vehicles turned into the driveway, Kelarae walked to the window and avoided direct visibility from those outside as she snuck an unhindered glimpse past the curtains form the side.

“What is it, Kel?” Melodie asked her.
“We have to get out, now!”
“Why, what do you see?”
“No, nothing; just a large bunch of ragged-looking men surrounding a girl with Silver-streaks in her hair, I’m guessing around nineteen or twenty Lycans!”

“Silver streaks in her hair… Emma, Emma is here too?” Neil cried happily as he went to the front door; Kel stopped his and stared him in the eye, “We-Weren’t-Here… Got that?” she emphasized violently before taking Mel by the hand and going up to her room.

“My parents don’t own a bike, in fact they despise anyone with a motorbike; probably Mel’s boyfriend is worried about her too…” Emma stated, walking up to the front door and ringing the bell.

The door swung open rapidly and her father lunged forward and embraced her in a bone-breaking hug; her clan-members around shifted momentarily as if he was attacking her, though relaxed when they noticed that he was crying over her shoulder.

“Emma, this is wonderful; you’re home… you’re finally home!” he whimpered in the same fashion as before with Mel.
“That’s… great, you’re… squashing… me!” Emma patted his back as she tried to get a breath of air.

“Please, Mr. McConnell, release Silv… I mean, Emma is clearly glad to see you but what you are doing is beyond reason!” Adrian pointed out, wrenching his arms off of her; Emma gasped and coughed as the wonderful air was one again allowed to pass into her lungs.

“Sorry, it’s just that you come home right after…” he stopped short, realizing that the Kel woman had said that they were never there, “I’m sure you’re glad to be home, come in!”

Emma didn’t follow, she merely stood there and crossed her arms, “Come home right after who exactly?” she queried, her voice was far from what he remembered and it flared with an attitude of command that frightened him.

“You-your sister… she’s come home too, I…” he began weakly, fearful of his own daughter’s new persona.

Emma turned and began filing off her associates and giving them orders,
“William; take four with you and search this floor…”
“So shall it be done” he said in return,
“…Carlos; you take another four and sweep around the back…”
“No problem, Chicka!”
“…Daniel; with another group search the basement…” he merely nodded,
“…Finally Adrian; with me! The rest of you guard the cars… Let’s go, people!”

The large band of Lycans followed her words to the letter, taking their designated assignments without question or doubt of their leader.

“This could be a slight problem…” Kel said flatly as the sounds of creaking floorboards extended through the entire structure.
Mel looked out the window and down to the back yard and saw a group of the Lycans searching bushes and literally sniffing around for any sign of the Vampires.

The two girls jumped at the sound of knocking on the bedroom door, “Come on, Mel; I know you’re in there… Let’s just talk, that’s all!”

“Shit…” Kel swore under her breath, frisking her entire body in search of something, “…Left my gun on the bike…”
“Wonderful, what should we do now?” Mel mouthed in her ear in return, trying to stay hidden from the Lycans.

(Section 2 of Sibling rivalry...)

“You do us no credit girls, we can hear you clearly; you forget how good the hearing of a canine is…” Emma’s voice rang through the door, obviously aware of Kelarae as well.

“You have one of three options… If you try to escape out the window then my friend Carlos will take you down. Try to charge through us will only get yourselves hurt badly and especially with no weapon, or three; give up and you won’t be harmed… your choice. I’ll give you three seconds before this door comes down”

“Sorry Mel, I have no idea what to do…” Kelarae told her friend honestly.
“After shooting her in the stomach; I think she’ll just kill me and I see no reason for her to keep you alive…” Mel said, the finality of it all crashing down.

“My, you are a clever one, sister dear… Fine; give yourself up and only the murderer will die, fair trade in my opinion” amusement was becoming more obvious in her voice.

The door’s hinges gave way under the barrage of Adrian’s shoulder, it still stood but one more blow would bring it down. Though it wasn’t the assault of the Lycans that brought it down; the entire house shook violently as a thunderous explosion rolled in from downstairs.

Emma raced downstairs as heavy-weapons fire echoed from down the street; the distinct sound of AK-47s and shouts in the Spanish language followed the fire from the left side of the street.
From the right came more advanced weaponry such as G36s joined in and cut down the men guarding the vehicles; another explosion rocked them as one of the car’s fuel tank was hit.

Emma could hear the shout of a motorbike engine charge through the back gates and onto the side street behind them…

interesting.

Cry of the Wolf, Part 6

FROM NORTH AND SOUTH …

“Dad; get yourself and Mom into the basement, right now!”

The hole blown from their living room was the obvious work of a grenade thrown through the window; Adrian was firing around the corner with one of the guns liberated from the Vampire’s bike, tearing melting wounds into the Brazilian attackers from the left.

Heavy caliber munitions splattered the front of the ruined house and liquefied two of the Night-Claw defenders, Adrian too received a glancing hit to his upper-arm, forcing him to retreat.

“How dare the clans attack me at my own home!” Emma yelled, her eyes in lust for retribution as she used the couch to steady the G36 rifle and fired on full auto; only scoring one hit for every dozen or so shots.

“CARLOS, WE COULD DO WITH SOME HELP!” Daniel yelled out the back as there was no sign of him or his group.
“But how… how can they attack us with such fervor…” Grey-Mane whimpered next the Emma behind the sofa, his head cradled in his hands.

“For one thing I know is that an old warrior would be ashamed to see himself in your state!” Adrian said, he too taking refuge behind the thick furniture.
“They’re too organized for broken clans-people; something else drives these Lycans as I can smell hatred in the air…” the old Lycan stated.

_-^^^====^^^-_

Kel gunned the motor to it’s performance peak; the Ducati screamed as if appreciation as the small engine propelled them down the narrow back-street at an incalculable rate.
Up ahead was the end, though it was swarmed by silhouettes rendered indistinguishable against the streetlights behind them.
“I don’t like this; why are they attacking the house like that…” Mel called behind her, squeezing her midriff tightly both not to fall and for comfort.

“I heard a rumor…” Kel called back, “That the Lycans from the North and the South want revenge for something that your sister did a few months back, she’s quite notorious at the moment!”

The figures at the end of the street responded to the fast-paced vehicle and began to fire, silver-liquid rounds flew past them before Mel stretched up over Kel’s head and drew her pair of Glock 9mm pistols, hammering the assaulting Lycans on full auto.

The bike broke through the simple barricade and tore down the street leading directly from the service road; a small pile of bodies lay about its entrance due to internal liquefaction from Mel’s barrage.

“Well that was an interesting trip…” Kel stated honestly, she always loved watching the enemy do the work for her.
“I’m just worried about my parents getting caught in the middle! It’s not their fault for all of this therefore they shouldn’t suffer…”
“Thing like this only strengthen the heart if they do not kill!”
“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… yeah, yeah I know but they’re only human…” Mel pointed out, suddenly slapping her forehead, “Damn, I left the wallet in my room when we were trying to escape…”

She clenched her grip on her friend as she hit the rear brakes and slip the bike to a perfect one-hundred and eighty degree spinning stop, “We have nothing left without those… back into the crossfire!” she said with little enthusiasm.

_-^^^====^^^-_

Emma had enough, if they stayed in cover then the traitors would surely succeed.
She leapt up to her feet and over the couch, transforming herself into the famed shape of the central clans and issuing her lungs in a mighty roar to startle the enemy before charging out into the street to deal with the fire-teams that bombarded her destroyed home.

The stalwart attacker’s morale lasted only moments when the mighty creature charged, first heading for the Canadian Lycans from Québec; pouncing on them and mere battering began to destroy them as she was smothered in the liquid from their futile attacks.

In total there were originally two dozen but the defenders had cut their number to just over a dozen, most of which abandoning their clothes and weapons to fight the hailed traitor in full form.

The southern Lycans returned to firing into the house of McConnell, desperate to whittle down their numbers so that Silver-Mane would be easily dealt with.
They were however completely ignorant of the fact that Carlos and his men had stealthily flanked them through the properties adjacent to the house and were now allover their position, flooding in with anti-Lycan rounds firing with glee.

As the Brazilian’s attentions were directed upon surviving the counter-push, Adrian led the surviving Night-Claws to assist Emma in her combat with the transformed French-Canadians; she was holding off but only just barely as her wounds were significant.

_-^^^====^^^-_

Adrian covered his care and their leader with his coat as she shrunk to her Human form, she was bleeding from many severe wounds but after a year in the pits she was quite accustomed to pain.

“Silver-Mane…” came Daniel’s voice from down the street, his tone was chillingly daunting, “It’s Carlos…”

Emma raced over only to have the breath knocked out of her…
He lay there still conscious and cradling a molten wound in his abdomen, his breath came in a fluctuating series of gasps.

“I ain’t gonna’ make it…” he said weakly, his eyes began to glaze over, “Before I die… I have a confession…”

“Go ahead, we are listening…” Emma said, kneeling next to his ruined body with tears betraying her emotions.

“The reason we took so long to…” he began, being cut off by a spasm of pain, “…to help was that we weren’t in the firs’ place…”
“What do you mean by that, old friend?” Adrian asked, placing a large hand behind his head to comfort him in his last moments.
“We helped organize the attack; we got paid by this Lycan who called himself the contractor, he made the clans rebel against you to destroy our pack…” Carlos persisted amidst another bout of jolts from his nervous system, “I didn’t want to die a traitor… so I helped drive them back, so that Adrian could charge and help you…”

“Who is this contractor?” Emma demanded, filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and anger towards the turncoat.

“He’s a Lycan… but not just any, eh?”
“How do you mean?” Grey-Mane inquired.
“He’s the one who…” his body convulsed again, “w-who b-bit Emma…”

He was still alive but his lungs had stopped functioning, looking into her eyes for her forgiveness as the spark of life faded and he slowly retired, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to breath before falling completely still.

Emma’s eyes were not the only ones to shed tears over his loss, Adrian shook Carlos’ head slightly as if to wake him, “Where to we find the mongrel, tell me… old friend… tell me…” his words were faint and hushed as he stared into the lifeless eyes of his long-time best friend.

The supporting clan members released the three prisoners from the attacking clans; one from the South and two of the Northern, Emma looked at them with pleading eyes, “We.. I have done nothing to your people, you know now that we have a common enemy and that fighting amongst ourselves is exactly their plan…”
They nodded their heads as the truth dawned upon them; Emma let them go and to return to their people to end the civil conflict before it grew to war.

Only the Contractor was left to deal with, wherever he was…

((FROM NORTH AND SOUTH was a bit weak but I promise that the next two and last chapters will have far more flair...))

((I've got alot on my plate and each scene is detirmined by my current mood... I'll still post the Kel & Mel pic as soon as i can; just finished Mel and the Ducati bike but no Kel so far...))

Kel is going to take AWHILE, believe me...

so here is the finished Melodie McConnell, she took very long as it ws my first Photoshop work!

So enjoy;
http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f352/Aliies/MelColorFramedwithbackground.jpg

EEEUUGHHH.... These old images are horrible, although the detail was there, her face was hideous... I'll probably redraw this and complete a full image of all the characters...

I'm resuming this story soon, needs more attention and I hate leaving things undone...