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Once but not again.
« on: October 15, 2013, 03:01:40 am »


The little girl ran through the woods, the leaves crunching beneath her boots, her legs making up for their lack of length with an excess of enthusiasm. It didn't take her long to catch up to her sister, finding the little girl curled into the base of a tree. She didn't know it, but she always went to the same tree. The older girl crouched down in front of the younger. "Come home." She said. The little one shook her head in her arms against her knees. "Come home, Irene." She said again, smiling. The younger one shook her head once more, dark hair messy and tangled around her arms.

The older one sat down beside her, forcing her to scoot over to make room. “Do you want to hear a story before we go home?” She said softly.

Irene looked up, one eye dark blue and the other a deep red, both seemed so large in her small face. She nodded and her sister smiled, wrapping an arm around her and starting the story with “Once upon a time.”


The sound of a horn woke her, darkness all around and for one panicked moment, Irene had no idea where she was. She sat upright in the backseat of a car and looked around at the empty seats and the dark dashboard. Her head snapped to the side, those mismatched eyes looking out the windows at the parking lot.

Her arms tightened before she even thought to check, her bag clutched to her chest still and she could feel the shape of the book against her sternum. She couldn’t see him anywhere in sight. One hand let go of her bag to grab at the door handle, opening it into a wide swing before climbing out. Her bag settled to her hip when she stood, the leather strap across her chest. Her hair was as dark as it had been when she was a child but much more tamed now. It was cut so that those midnight strands in the front fell over her right eye, hiding that strange color from most first and second glances.

She swallowed, the air cold and raised her chin to look around, surveying the parking lot that seemed to be more of a truck stop with a diner and a gas station to her right. She wondered if he had run. She wouldn’t exactly blame him but she wouldn’t be able to forgive him either. Forgiveness never came easy to witches. Vengeance, like bitterness, sat comfortably in their hearts.

“Come home.” She still heard her sister whispering in the wind, though the voice was no longer that of a sweet child and it hissed in her ear with the threat of what waited for her when she finally did come home.

The wind moved across cars and asphalt and drew her attention to her right arm. She must have pushed her sleeve up in her sleep. A thin black line of ink cut down her forearm, running straight along pale skin. A dozen symbols were tattooed between elbow and wrist, covering her skin and meshing with one another. Some simple and some intricate. Some made with an electric needle and others made with scars rather than ink. Hidden beneath one, was a mark that had been burned into her arm, not long after the memory that coaxed her dreams. She still remembered her sister's steady hand holding the metal to the flame before bringing it to her skin though she had long since forgotten who had held her down so that the deed could be done.

She pushed her sleeve down and wondered where the wolf had gone. The fact that she had fallen asleep in the car with him was testament to how much travel they had been doing and just how little sleep they had been getting.


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« Reply #1 on: October 15, 2013, 06:04:42 am »
One hand, pale and long fingered, absentmindedly touched the collar that rested around his neck, the dark leather worn, the inside marked with everything that kept him restrained, harmless as a pet dog. He moved his hand away, clicking his tongue, irritated. To believe he'd been reduced to this, a pet on a leash, kept in line till his powers were necessary. The idea left a bad taste in his mouth, one he tried to hide by sliding a ten dollar bill across the counter inside the gas station, asking for a pack of cigarettes and two cups of their cheapest coffee.

He didn't really have a name, not at first anyway, at least not till this collar, complete with a master, came into play. He'd always gone by titles before that: beast, wolf, demon, man-eater, child killer, and his particular favorite, the big bad wolf. Now, he was regarded as Luke, Luke with the golden yellow eyes and night colored hair, the man who played human, but underneath it all, the reality was still the same, except now he had a better mask.

Outside he caught the scent of her on the wind, and yellow eyes blinked as he noted the form standing outside their car, the door still open. No doubt she thought he tried to escape again. She should have realized he wasn't that stupid. The witch had already proven that as long as he wore that collar, escaping was impossible, nothing more than a far off dream.

His boots were silent on the pavement as he approached, two cups of steaming hot coffee in hand, an unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, setting the two styrofoam cups on top of the car to remove his lighter from his coat pocket. He lit the cigarette easily enough, despite the cold wind putting up a good fight, his hand keeping most of it at bay.

"Thought I left didn't you?" Luke took a long drag before pointing one pale finger at the thing about his neck. "Learned my lesson after the first time." Running away had been the first thing he'd done when their "agreement" had been made. He really had underestimated her and all the lore he'd known about witches. He didn't think she could restrain him so easily, that this collar would begin to tighten so quickly and viciously once he'd gotten too far away. It stung horribly at his pride to come back, his breath finally returned to him once she was in his sights. He realized then he'd have to be far more clever if he wanted to get away and never go back to that book again.

Luke pushed one cup of coffee forward, "Drink it, and I didn't lace it with anything if that's what you're thinking. Wouldn't do me any good anyway." He muttered the last bit under his breath, taking his own cup to sip from it while his other hand held onto his cigarette.
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« Reply #2 on: October 22, 2013, 03:13:09 am »
Her gaze traveled to his collar when he pointed it out and lingered on the strap of leather around his neck. He hadn't been what she had expected when she went chasing The Wolf. She took the cup because he insisted and liked it only for the warmth it gave her hands. "Where are we?" Irene asked, looking around at the dinner.

A couple came out. The woman was drunk and so was the man. He fumbled with the keys and she jokingly told him he shouldn't be driving. They shared a laugh and Irene assumed the humor came from the fact that neither was she but someone was still going to get behind that wheel.

Irene had never been overly comfortable around humans. She didn't entirely understand them. It wasn't easy to pretend to be blind once you had seen. She hadn't been raised around them anyway, not after her aunt had found them in foster care. Strange, that she would remember that tiny bedroom and those endlessly smoking adults in the living room fondly. Her sister had loved the new house in the woods with their aunt. Maybe Irene had too for a time, before the lessons started. There was great dignity and pride in being a witch. They were rare. Her sister had loved to say that. She had held her chin so high. They had traveled the world but they had never been a part of it. It was important, their aunt had said, that they not forget what they were.

Irene had always thought that was a little laughable. How could they forget? She sipped the coffee, not because she believed him when he said he hadn't poisoned it, but because she was arrogant enough to believe he had no poison that could kill her. "Are we almost to the pigs?" She asked. The wolf had caught the scent not long ago. He was more useful than she ever could have imagined when he offered to help her rather than go straight back into the book.

She was still waiting for it though, his betrayal. He couldn't get out of that collar without her or another witch and the only other witch Irene had even known in the world was her sister, Alice. Of course, that wasn't true anymore. There was another witch in the world that came from that book, somewhere out there. If Irene was lucky, she would find her first and send her back to the world where she belonged- if she wasn't, Alice would find her and finally have the companion she always dreamed of.

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« Reply #3 on: October 23, 2013, 09:22:56 am »
Golden eyes flickered to the drunken couple fumbling for their keys, the scent of alcohol strong despite the smoke of his cigarette. He took another drag before flicking the ashes to the pavement. "We're about a half hour outside of town." He answered, recalling the long drive over, a part of which the witch had slept through, her breathing soft in the backseat. Luke didn't quite understand how she could sleep so soundly, then again, she must have been confident he couldn't lift a hand against her. And even if he could, undoubtedly she was confident she could subdue him. The idea infuriated him, but he said nothing of it, knowing better. He'd have to bide his time if he wanted freedom and possibly this witch's head.

Irene sipped her coffee before speaking again, her lips hardly hesitating to touch the plastic lid, "Are we almost to the pigs?" The pigs, the three little bastards he'd caught whiff of a few towns back. He didn't expect to find them so soon, then again it was unavoidable. They were in the book together, those pigs and him had a history, something they had repeated over and over in the book. And a part of him was thankful it was them and not Red, or worse, the Huntsman. Those two were the last he wanted to meet, and he'd avoid it as long as he could manage. The pigs paled in comparison. He was confident he could beat them, but Red Riding Hood and her hero, he wasn't so certain, even with a witch.

"They're in the next town. They'll know I'm here." Luke started, killing his cigarette beneath his boot. "But I'm counting on that." He glanced at the witch, still holding onto her cup of coffee, Luke leaving his to rest on top of the car. "You know the story right?" He raised a dark brow, giving her face a look over, one of her eyes covered by the thick dark strands of her hair. He recalled only seeing that eye once, surprised by the bold, red coloring of it. He despised that color.

"We're gonna follow it. I want those pigs to think I'm still bound to the stories." He took a sip of coffee, the liquid already lukewarm. "They'll think they have the upper hand." Luke paused, debating another cigarette, the scent of alcohol and the filth of pigs fresh in his nostrils. "But they won't be expecting you, and when the story's about to end, we'll get em. Easy."

Luke reached into his coat pocket, fishing for another cigarette and his lighter. Clenching the cigarette in his teeth, he struggled with his lighter, the clicking sound almost endless as the cold wind continued to kill the flame. He grunted, annoyed, watching the witch from the corner of his eye. He didn't know what she'd say to his plan, if she'd even agree to go along with it. He figured it was the easiest method, but maybe the witch preferred brute force and a bloody mess over something a bit more clever and cleaner. She had agreed to his help after all, she must have known the violence he was capable of, even if he was avoiding it for the time being.

He didn't want to attract too much attention, lest they draw the focus of something far worse than three little pigs.

His cigarette finally lit, the clouds of smoke dark under the orange lamp light, Luke asked for the witch's opinion, bitterly knowing it was really the only one that mattered, "Well? Sound good?"

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« Reply #4 on: October 24, 2013, 02:50:35 am »
She watched in silence as he tried to ignite the lighter.

Click Click Click.

He was dedicated. It seemed strangely normal. Sometimes, looking at him, it was difficult to remember that he was the wolf from all those stories. He was the nightmare told to small children. Not the worst of nightmares, but a nightmare none the less. Her thumb and index finger rubbed together at her side and his lighter finally lit.

Irene looked away, glancing around the nearly empty parking lot again. "Sounds like a good plan. We'll herd them into the same house and if all goes well we'll be done with all three by sunup." She smiled a little against her hair when she pulled open the car door and got in the back again. She didn't sit next to him. It was a precaution she took the first time he drove and it had stuck. "We'll just avoid the part where you go down that chimney and get boiled?"

She wondered while sipping at her coffee if he could actually blow down houses or if this would be more of a B&E sort of evening.

She rolled her head to the side to look up at him, hair sliding away to have that red eye gleaming in the lamplight. "Are you going to say the line?" She couldn't help but ask. What child had not grown up on these stories? She knew them well. The book had been a family heirloom and Alice had loved to tell the stories again and again.

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« Reply #5 on: October 25, 2013, 03:19:22 am »
The smoke escaped through his nostrils, one hand lingering on the edge of the car door, his coffee cup now trash behind the tire. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought the witch was pleased, possibly even amused. Her expression was hidden behind that dark curtain of hair, but there was a smile in her voice, something he didn't hear often.

"Ideally." The wolf responded, slipping into the driver's seat and shutting the car door. He glanced in the rear view mirror, the witch sitting there comfortably, as if she was always meant to be there. She had never occupied the front passenger's seat even despite the increasing time they had been spending together. It was obvious she didn't trust him, and it was wise of her not to. He was out to betray her, to kill her, whatever it took to guarantee his freedom.

And yet she'd still sleep back there, like a child with their parent.

Luke looked away when her head turned, that crimson eye bright and unnerving. He clicked his tongue at her question, starting the car and rolling down the window just a crack, lest the car get filled with cigarette smoke.  "Hell no." The idea of being so cliche disgusted him, nor was he going to go out of his way to amuse the witch with something so stupid. Those lines were simply part of the stories, things he wasn't bound to anymore.

They drove in silence after that, Luke chewing on a dead cigarette for most of the drive. He didn't stop the car till they were at the edge of town, the scent of the first pig strong on the wind. Yellow eyes looked to the witch lying in the backseat, avoiding the gaze of that red eye. "We'll separate here. Head for the nicest, biggest house in town. It'll be the last pig's. He's been prone to shit like that." Luke looked away, opening the car door and flicking his chewed up cigarette out into the dark.

Out in the distance, he could make out a shack, lit by a single light. Undoubtedly, the first pig resided there, uncaring of the dangers that lurked in the dark.

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« Reply #6 on: October 25, 2013, 01:49:29 pm »
She stared at his reflection in the rear view mirror for a while after he spoke, stone faced and considering whether or not to follow his plan. Finally she looked away, out her window and then opened the door.

"Don't go far." The witch murmured when she stepped out of the car. It was a quiet warning though she doubted her needed one at this point. He knew how the collar could work. She closed the door and looked at the dark town. A few lights here and there. She subconsciously touched at the bag and the book inside it before walking away from the car and toward the houses.

The wolf should be alright until the third house. Irene smiled a little. It sounded odd to worry about the wolf, but he didn't fair well in the end of most of these tales. She found herself on a sidewalk, eyes skimming over houses. She paused outside of one. It was an average house, the kind one would imagine a family living in. It looked normal enough to a human eye but to her red eye it glowed like a faint beacon in a very dark night. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket and continued past it. The wolf had not asked her to go to the second house. He said the third would be lavish.

The thought that he might try to double cross her occurred to her- cried out to her again and again. She had read all of these stories, after all. The wolf was never to be trusted. He was the reason little girls had to fear the woods. When she stood in front of that last house, on a slight hill with three garages and a swimming pool in back, she wondered if the wolf would show up. What if he sent her along and hoped this pig would be the end of her? Irene smiled a little then. If she had collared a wolf, his own pride could not possibly have allowed him to believe that a pig could finish her.

She stood with her back to a large tree, wrapped in the shadows and with her blue eye she watched a stout man pacing back and forth inside. With her red eye she saw something closer to a giant boar on two legs, long teeth clicking irritably and fleshy nose turned up to sniff at the air again and again. Luke must have really had them on edge already. He turned his head sharply to look out the window at the shadows. Paranoia made him feel like someone was watching but he would never see Irene in that darkness. When he looked away and went back to his pacing she left the tree and made her way around the side of the house.

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« Reply #7 on: November 22, 2013, 10:31:23 am »
The house was a wreck when he reached the doorstep, lit by one lantern hanging near the door. The paint was peeling, the wood rotting, the porch itself creaking under his weight. The wolf raised a brow, wondering how this house was even standing, so obviously on its last limb.

One whiff of the air and he knew the first pig had already left, escaping his pathetic excuse of a house. Typical behavior, a bit early, but it wouldn't effect the ending. Luke touched his collar, noting the lessening on the restraint of his power. So she didn't want him to be absolutely powerless then. It was that or maybe she really thought he was going to blow these damn houses down.

He smirked, amused by the ridiculousness of it before easily ripping the door off by its hinges. Inside, it wasn't much better than the exterior. It was mess of trash and worn clothes, rotted fruit in the corners. Luke cringed, realizing why he hadn't noticed the pig leaving sooner, this stink had messed with his senses, only becoming overwhelming once he had opened the door.

He hadn't planned on destroying the house, as much as the witch would have liked to him to, but now, it seemed almost necessary, especially with such a disgusting scent. The wolf took one last quick glance around before heading back outside, his right arm trembling.

Luke removed his jacket, ignoring the cold biting at him as his right arm continued to shake, almost vibrating now till it seemed to explode into a transformation of a thicker, darker limb, his hand now viciously clawed. The sleeve of his sweater was destroyed, a little unfortunate, but the loss of his jacket would have been more annoying.

"Now, to tear this house down." He grinned, his instinct for destruction pushing him forward as he used his right arm to destroy the house's very foundation. It crumbled soon after, leaving the wolf only somewhat satisfied as he moved on, the second house on his mind.





The second house was nothing like the first, built sturdier with a nice coat of paint and a real doorbell. Inside, he could smell them, they hadn't left just yet.

"Knock, knock. Guess who?" Luke smirked, jacket slung over his shoulder, right arm still bare but human now, his skin pale under the light as he entered. The pair of pigs were sitting at the table, one of them trembling, the other one was fighting to put on a braver front.

"Oh? Not running?" The wolf raised a dark brow, coming closer, the pair of them flinching in their seats.

"We know!" The second one started, swallowing. "We know you're working with a witch, Wolf."

At that, Luke's golden eyes narrowed. He hadn't been anticipating that, but how the hell did they know? Who could have told them? Was this that witch's doing?

"Ha! He hesitated! So it is true!" The first shot up from his seat, still shaking, but grinning now as if they'd suddenly grasped the upper hand. "You're a witch's slave!"

A second later and the first pig was gasping for air, Luke's right hand crushing his throat.

"Let him go!" The other was yelling, but he didn't try to help his brother as Luke continued to choke him. "Side with us and we can take the witch down!"

So this is why they stayed behind. They wanted to play team up, what a joke.

Luke flung the first pig into the wall, the force resulting the wall to give in somewhat, cracking, the pig's impact an obvious dent in the structure.

"Don't insult me." Luke growled, voice laced with venom. "Side with the likes of you? Ha, I'd rather be a slave."

The second paled as Luke came closer, towering over him. "Run, Pig. And tell your brother death's coming to his door."

They'd be fortunate if the witch took care of them first.
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« Reply #8 on: November 28, 2013, 01:03:05 am »
She stood between rose bushes nestled to the side of the brick house. Her right arm came up, the sleeve of her jacket and shirt falling back just enough to begin to show the tattoos and scars that started at her wrist. Her fingers spread before touching the bricks. She paused, utterly still, and then stepped through the wall and into a bedroom.

It was dark and the floor carpeted. Irene moved quietly to the door, fingering the open edge to pull it wide enough for her to look out into the hallway. She listened, but he wasn't pacing anymore. She listened harder but there was nothing but silence. Her mouth curved downward at the sides and her left hand reached into her jacket to pull out the short blade hidden inside. She held it close and rolled her shoulder along the frame to step out into the hall.

Her steps were careful, her ear straining. She came around a corner toward the light of the living room, her body close to the wall when she turned to peek around it. Something was wrong. The pig was not there.

Tires squealed on the road outside, an engine roaring on it's path almost straight for the door and when she turned to look at that flash of bright lights hitting the front windows, she saw the shimmer of red in the corner of her eye and turned completely just in time to see the stout man with her blue eye melded with the boar in her red. He growled through thick teeth and that thick arm slammed into her, throwing her back against the wall and then shoving her hard into the living room. With little grace she hit the side of a coffee table. It was sturdy and the tear in the flesh at her temple could testify to it.

Irene groaned, her vision blurring and a few choice swears rolling off her tongue when that meaty hand grabbed the back of her jacket and started to hoist her up again. He laughed thickly. "Little witch! You came in just like she said you would!"

Her teeth clicked and she lifted her arms and dropped her legs to fall out of her jacket cleanly. He stumbled back with the sudden loss of her weight and she picked up the knife she'd dropped before standing. She wobbled, she might have been willing to admit that if anyone that would be continuing to reside her in world had seen it. Her head throbbed and her pride burned.

The pig laughed loudly and it made her temple ache. "What are you going to do with that, girl?" He chuckled, pointing his round chin at her small knife. He threw her jacket away from himself. "You're not like any witch I ever heard of."

She had to nod a little and give a shrug at that. "True." Irene admitted to the likelihood. She didn't wear a cloak, eat small children or poison princesses. Not that she would say for certain that she would NEVER do these things, but so far it had not come up. Thick fists beat against the door and the other two pigs squealed anxiously from outside, trying the knob and fumbling with spare keys when they found it locked.

The creature in front of her did not seem to notice. He smiled wide and she saw his human lips grow wider and thinner. "I'm going to cook you with that wolf." He thought aloud.

She pushed up her right sleeve and his eye turned down to look at her mutilated skin, thick nose wrinkling. "I would offer you a peaceful exit but.." She started, using the knife in her left hand to slice open the palm of her right. He squealed angrily then and shuffled with confusion between taking a step back or a step forward. "Well, you hit me." She explained bluntly just before his brothers threw the front door behind him into an open swing. He turned in surprise and she sprang forward.

Their squeals were near deafening. She ducked under a thick arm that swung at her and frowned when he jerked back just enough to keep out of rang of her knife. The third pig grabbed at one of his brothers and pushed him toward her like a shield. Irene laughed under her breath. Weren't they supposed to care for each other? This was ruining her childhood stories. She had known it would. She grabbed him because he was offered to her, the young pig shaking and staring at her as though she were the wolf himself. She would never admit it, but just then, she could imagine why the wolf might enjoy his role.

She slashed the knife across his shoulder and the second pig cried out for the first. The first did a fair amount of crying himself before she slapped her bleeding palm over his wound. She whispered and the ground trembled, a light grew from the book in her bag as well as from the body of the pig. He staggered back two strides before vanishing into that light, momentarily blinding the whole room.

When the shadows returned and she blinked at the second pig still standing frozen across the room, Irene squeezed the knife in her hand and started toward him. She thought he might run, but he only managed to stagger back to steps. "It'll be fast." She promised. He hadn't hit her, after all. "You'll be with your brother again." He held out his hand to try to stop her, shaking his head, but she slashed an arm and cut open his palm. He screamed and hugged the limb to himself.

Before she could reach out and grab him she saw the third pig reappear from the other side of the room. He lifted something in his arms and when she looked at it her eyes widened, her body moving fast to jump back into the foyer, around the corner of wall just before the shotgun blast tore at the plaster and brick, hurling chunks throughout the living room. Her pulse beat fast and her head continued to throb. "You're kidding!" She shouted, teeth grinding when she watched that second pig scurry back against the wall of the living room.

The third pig laughed again. She was really starting to hate that sound. "Here little witch..." He chanted against his own amusement, his heavy boots sounding against the floor as he moved toward her.

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« Reply #9 on: November 30, 2013, 02:21:09 am »
Blood, a scent hard to ignore, the smell of it strong and metallic. His heart pounded, beastly instincts itching to break free, to rip whatever was wounded limb from limb. It would be easy, his thoughts told him, just one pig, the story could do without, the pages would keep turning.

He lit a cigarette, his third one of the evening and fought back against those urges, clenching the filter tightly between his teeth. Blood must have meant something was happening, surely the witch was bringing those bastards down. It'd be an insult to him otherwise if she couldn't.

However, at the sound of a gun being fired, Luke stiffened, all too aware that the witch didn't use such things. She had magic in her arsenal, which he assumed made guns rather obsolete. It could only mean those bastard brothers were fighting back. Maybe they caught her by surprise, they did have a nasty talent for that. They had managed to outsmart him once after all.

It was a good thing he decided to use the front door instead of the chimney.

"Let me in pig!" Luke yelled at the door, quickly stepping aside as the door splintered and cracked as the bullets bursted through the wood.

"Ah, you were supposed to say 'not by the hair of my little chiny chin chin.' What kind of adaptation are you pulling?" The wolf grinned, his cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He kicked the weakened door in quite easily, revealing the disaster going on in the inside.

One glance at the witch, a mess in the foyer, and he knew the source of the blood. No wonder he had reacted so strongly. Her blood meant freedom as much as it meant prison. He was about to say something to her, when the definite click of a reloaded gun grabbed his attention.

The third pig was looking down the barrel of his shotgun, hand on the trigger.

"Irene, I'm gonna die if you don't let up on the leash here." He didn't look at her, cigarette still between his teeth, golden eyes locked on the muddy brown of his possible killer. He'd never really used her name before this, constantly addressing her as witch, or hardly addressing her at all. It was a bit stupid of him to think something as simple as that would work, that maybe she'd decide she could trust him, even just for a moment, to not kill them all. Did she even value his life?

Well, he was about to find out.

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« Reply #10 on: December 06, 2013, 01:47:22 pm »
The second pig, the one that had moments ago been cornered by the witch, found himself freed by the barrel in his brother's hands. He jumped at the sound of the shot, his body stirring, almost moving. It wasn't until he saw the wolf walk in that he had the sense to push away from the wall and dart around the room toward his brother. He went right passed him in the desperation for an exit, relieved to have the whole scene behind him.

Irene hissed through her clenched teeth, that bloody right hand flicking toward the wolf. It would have looked dismissively, similar to a queen casting off a nuisance, but he would feel the collar around his neck relax. It wouldn't fall away but it wouldn't tighten either. She turned away from him and the living room. Her bloody hand touched the wall at her back and her whole body moved through it, disappearing into another room. She ran, jumping onto a desk and not caring how the papers and keyboard suffered beneath her boots.

Her palm hit the next wall and her body leapt through. One more and she was in the kitchen, skidding to a stop just as the second pig was rushing into the room of tile and pots with an eye for the back door. He saw her and squealed with terror but couldn't gather the sense to change the trajectory of his run, still throwing himself toward the door.

Her red eye gleamed and her body moved fast, too fast for a human. The dagger she clutched sunk into the meat of his back and her smaller body slammed his into the door just as he reached it. He cried out again and tried to turn around, to throw her off, but she hung onto that dagger, ripping it down his back and wrapping her legs around his waist from behind. He thrashed around the kitchen but it didn't stop her torn and bleeding right palm from coming down to connect with his wound.

She closed her eyes only when the light was too much and rode the pig straight to the tile floor of the kitchen before he vanished into that light that echoed in the book still wrapped up safely in the bag on her hip.

Irene crawled to her feet just in time to hear the shotgun ring out again. Was it the second or the third time? Could a gun kill a wolf? She was still holding the dagger, now painted in his brothers blood, when she turned her red eye to the search for that last troublesome pig. The witch moved around the side to come into the living room again from the other side, not sure what she would find.

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« Reply #11 on: December 10, 2013, 08:39:35 am »
He coughed up blood, the red splattering on the floor, dotting his clothes with shocks of color. He could hear the gun reloading, another click. The pig was about to fire again.

"Fuck, that hurt." Luke's cigarette now rested next to a spot of crimson, the light dying out, the smoke faint.

It was fortunate Irene weakened those damn seals, he wouldn't have survived this otherwise. Bullets hurt like hell, but they wouldn't kill him now.

Luke glanced upwards, the third pig was about to fire again, and he'd prefer not to suffer another shot. The first one was still stinging. The sound of the next was ringing in his ears as he dashed forward far too quickly, locking his arm around the third pig's head, the glutton struggling to break free, his gun going off again, making a hole in the ceiling.

"Who told you about the witch? Tell me now or you'll be going back into the book piece by piece." The wolf tightened his grip, the pig sputtering, his limbs moving about fruitlessly.

"A-another witch." The pig gasped, Luke tightened his grip further, the pig's neck about to snap.

There was another one? How many of these damn witches were there? Did Irene know about this?

A part of him was irritated to be kept in the dark, but he knew the witch didn't need to tell him a damn thing. However, now that it had put them both in such a situation, maybe it was time she enlightened him on a few things. He liked to believe she owed him that much now.

The third pig was going limp against him and Luke released him, realizing it might present some difficulties if the bastard died. The pig hit the floor, fortunately, his chest still rose and fell. He was breathing, barely.

"What do you know about the other witch?" The wolf asked, the pig quiet, breathing slowly. Luke's golden eyes narrowed, and he kicked the pig sharply in his large gut. The pig curled tighter into himself, a pathetic attempt to defend himself against another attack as his eyes fluttered, looking upwards.

"She promised we'd never have to go back..." The pig's voice was faint, just a hoarse whisper as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Luke turned, spotting Irene, bloody but alive. He wondered how much she heard, but he doubted it really mattered. She must have known there was another witch, but it irked him that she didn't bother to tell him. She simply allowed this to happen, this trap that almost got him killed.

He spit more blood onto the floor, his wounds aching, but they'd heal soon, a few days at best. It'd be quicker if Irene allowed his seals to remain so weak, but he doubted she would.

"You knew, didn't you? That there was another one of your kind out there. One that wasn't from the book." His tone was sharp, almost angry. "Anything else you want to tell me? Or am I going to continue following you blindly?"

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« Reply #12 on: December 12, 2013, 01:57:48 pm »
She walked into the living room, frowning and looking through her lashes at the glare of the wolf. He was angry. It was almost enough to make her smile. Why would she have told him there was another witch? Or that the other witch was the one that let them out of their book? As soon as Alice got the chance she'd convince the wolf to help her. She could offer freedom, after all. Irene could only offer time.

The longer she could drag this out before he met her sister, the better. She imagined that as soon as he did find out about his other options, she would have to send him back.

"Well, you don't exactly have a lot of choice in following me but I could make you blind if you like." She snickered, walking past him to look at the unconscious body of the last pig. She had hoped to have him awake, to give him a few extra cuts before she sent him on his way.

Her ribs throbbed almost as violently at the split in her temple when she bent down to run her knife along his thick cheek. It opened and bled a waterfall down his cheek. Her bloody palm found his wound and the light burst around them, swallowing the pig whole.

She stood straight again and for an instant her vision blurred. She waited, pretending to look where the pig had been and hoping the wolf did not notice. She was tired and hungry, very hungry. With a sigh, she turned her head to the side to look at him. "If you want to go home now, you can." She offered and it was honest. He didn't have to follow. He had one other option. Her mismatched eyes traveled down from his face to see the slowly bleeding wound he had received and she smiled a little. Not even a shot gun could bring him down. "Do you need a doctor?"

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« Reply #13 on: December 13, 2013, 03:23:02 am »
His temper flared, ignited by her smirk, her confidence that he was beginning to loathe. He hated thinking she was right, that really, this was all he had. His freedom was nothing more than her will, and she could take it away from him as easily as she granted it.

He wanted to kill her, right then and there, while his collar was still loose, while her blood, strong and metallic, was still fresh in the air. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and it took all he had not to succumb to it. She seemed so weak, so frail, the blood on her temple bright against the pallor of her skin.

It would be all too simple, right as she was distracted by the pig, to rip out of her throat, to make his residence in this world permanent. She wasn't even looking at him, her arrogance would be her downfall.

And then she turned, her face a conflict of some hint at concern and exhaustion. That red eyed seemed softer than he remembered.

"If you want to go home now, you can." She started, her voice had lost the usual tone, her eyes flickering away from his face to his clothes, torn and splattered with blood, his own blood. "Do you need a doctor?"

For a moment, he didn't answer, his feelings muddled. He had wanted to kill her so badly and yet now... His fingers pressed hard against his palm, knuckles going stark white with frustration. Quickly, he released them before he caused himself any self harm, and reached the same hand into his jacket pocket, lighting up a cigarette immediately.

It was the only thing he could do to keep his mind off his own hesitation and the sulfuric smell of her blood.

"No." Luke answered, teeth clenched on the filter of his cigarette. He took a long drag, eyes finally meeting that mismatched pair. "It'll heal in a few days." The shrapnel from the bullet needed to be removed, but he didn't feel like mentioning that. He'd take care of it later.

"Besides, you're the one who looks like shit." The smoke escaped through his nostrils and finally he couldn't smell her blood in the air. "If anyone needs a doctor, it's you."

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« Reply #14 on: December 13, 2013, 02:01:32 pm »
She frowned at him openly just as he scowled at her openly. He was being even more strange than usual. It grated her nerves and it took a great amount of resolve not to righten that hold she kept on him. She was brushing flecks of debris from her shirt when he said she looked like shit. One eyebrow raised skeptically only to feel that aching throb in her temple. She stepped over fallen picture frames and walked toward the front door, stopping in the foyer to look at a mirror there. "Well, shit." She muttered in surprise, leaning closer and turning her head to the side to see that gash in her swollen temple.

The palm of her right hand, the one she had cut open to get at her own blood, had already healed. But it wasn't the same as the rest of her. From elbow to fingertips, her right arm was an instrument more than it was a limb. Her thumb pushed her hair back and her teeth pressed so that her breath hissed past them when she drug two fingers of her right hand over that gash. It was slow and her fingertips pushed at the wound as though they would simply wipe it away, and they did. When her hand left her face there was nothing there but a smear of blood on her otherwise unmarred skin.

She moved her hand, still with those two fingers straight and tight, and ran them just as slowly along her forearm. The skin there split, a perfect twin of the gash that had been on her head. Only, it wasn't a twin. It was the same wound, just moved. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bandage, wrapping it while turning to look at the wolf. "We should go. We both need to clean up before someone sees us and I don't know about you, but I'd like to get something to eat."

Irene pulled her sleeve down around the newly bandaged arm and then the other over the arm of tattoos and scars. She used the corner of her sleeve to rub at the blood on her cheek. She watched him taking tense drags off his cigarette and for the first time wondered if it was the blood. She had not considered how much wolf he was even when he looked like a man. He was quite fearsome in the stories after all.

"Do you want to split up?" She offered before she really thought it through. She didn't like the idea of letting him out of her sight for too long. It would mean leaving the leash lax but it would also give Alice a chance to find him. What was worse? Alice finding him and convincing him to kill her or his instincts getting the better of him? Either way, Irene would be playing the role of the girl in red. "There was a hotel at the edge of town. It had a diner I think. We could meet there after we clean up."

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« Reply #15 on: December 14, 2013, 04:03:10 am »
Magic was a strange thing. Even now, bound by it, the wolf couldn't quite grasp it. The limits to it were beyond him, although by the way the witch treated her wound, she couldn't immediately heal it. In other words, wounds could prove fatal for her, given they were grave enough, and large enough considering that little trick of hers.

His facial muscles twitched, catching that metallic scent as the witch bandaged herself up. Another drag of smoke and he managed to compose himself, briefly wondering if she'd offer him some of those bandages. Of course, that didn't occur. She wasn't that kind, and he knew that, should have known that. She'd let him bleed apparently, slow as it was.

Cleaning up seemed like a good idea, especially if they wanted to sit comfortably at a restaurant of some sort. Their current appearances would catch the attention of any onlooker. However, Luke's few clothes were in the trunk of the car, and he'd need a new sweater at least, this one beyond repair with one sleeve ruined and bullet holes.

Luke raised a dark brow at Irene's suggestion of splitting up. She'd never let him venture that far from her before, and with his collar as loose as it was, it seemed almost too perfect of a chance to escape.

Did she want him to leave? Was she testing him? He couldn't comprehend what she was thinking it the slightest. It only made him that more weary.

"Where's the car? I need to change clothes." Wisps of smoke escaped his lips as he spoke. He decided to ignore her question for now. If they split, then it was her doing, and that seemed like the safest bet.

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« Reply #16 on: December 26, 2013, 12:49:45 pm »
Alice had always said that men were simple like dogs. Irene couldn't help but think her sister had never met a wolf. Hopefully, she never would, despite her efforts. Alice might have opened the book from their childhood, but Irene would close it.

With a sigh the witch turned away from the wolf, not completely giving him her back but enough to seem like she wasn't keeping an eye on him anymore when she stepped past the threshold of what remained of the front door and onto the street. She led him down the sidewalk though she preferred not to have him behind her at all. He seemed testy enough and if she wasn't to avoid the headache throbbing in the back of her skull turning into something that threatened to split her skull, it was probably best to avoid arguing with him- at least until they got some food in them.

The car was parked in the shadows of a perfectly sleeping street. She opened the trunk and pulled out one of her bags with clothes in it. She turned her head to look at the dark houses, red eye seeing more than the blue. With a nudge of her chin she pointed toward one of the homes. "That one is empty. We can use the showers and clean up." She decided aloud. If he was staying with her than she might as well tell him what she was doing.

She turned to look at him beside the car. His blood moved slowly but he looked a wreck. She took the chance to really look at him and those scattered wounds from the shotgun. "Do you want me to get the shrapnel out?" The witch offered. "It won't be nice but it'll be fast." She warned tightly. He already seemed on edge.

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« Reply #17 on: January 01, 2014, 04:41:22 am »
Luke chewed on the filter of his cigarette all the way to the car. The flavor of it had become sharp and bitter, more ash than smoke now. He killed it under his boot when the witch opened the trunk grabbing her bag. They'd been silent the entire walk, the wolf watching her back, her hair as it moved about her shoulders. She was slimmer than he thought she was, possibly even a bit boney. She seemed delicate even, harmless, and he had thought about how easy it would be to take her at this moment. To betray her for the one time she had her back turned.

But he didn't.

And now, he was grabbing his backpack out of the trunk, grasping one strap over his shoulder, one careful eye always watching her.

His dark brows went up in surprise at her offer, another out of character moment, these things were starting to pile up on both their ends.

Was this why he hadn't killed her? Because, somehow, despite her lies, she'd never betrayed him? That she even went so far as to help him?

"If you can do it, I'm willing to tolerate it. It'd be a bitch to remove the stuff myself anyway." Luke paused, mulling his words over, already taking steps towards the house Irene had indicated. He stopped walking briefly to look back at the witch, "And, er, thanks."

The house was cold and dark when they entered, Luke flicked on a light near the door and the orange light bounced off white walls with picture frames of a smiling family scattered about. Who knew where the current residents had gone, but from the feel of the house, they'd been gone awhile.

He sniffed the air, once, twice. Irene was right, there wasn't a soul around. They'd be safe here for the time being.

Luke removed his jacket, it seemed the most spared from the violence that had occurred if only because he hadn't been wearing it for the most part, carrying it around and only picking it up when they had left the pig's. As for his sweater, he removed it gingerly, careful around his wounds. They ached, but it was nothing too terrible. He was fortunate he wasn't human, it could have been much worse.

He clenched his teeth, ready to brace whatever pain the witch was about to cause. "Ready when you are, Irene."

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« Reply #18 on: January 10, 2014, 09:47:50 am »
She was a little surprise when he accepted her offer. She meant it, of course, but she hadn't expected him to agree.

Inside the house, he was the one to turn on the lights. One blink before her sight adjusted, legs bringing her to the edge of a living room where she could drop her bag on the side of a couch. She rolled her shoulders to escape her jacket and then pulled her satchel off her shoulder. It felt heavy only because of the importance of what it held. She had locked the book with a spell inside that back, but still she couldn't let it far from her sights. Alice would love to have it back. Without it, Irene would not be able to send the creatures back.

She had gone to great lengths to steal it from her sister, knowing that if she could not return the creatures that did not belong in this world that she would be left with no choice but to destroy them. Whether victim or villain, being here was not their fault but they could not stay.

She pulled a hair tie from the pocket of her jeans, cringing angrily at the ache it shot through her ribs. More than a few were bruised and possibly cracked. She couldn't heal them the way she could heal cuts- quite simply because she didn't heal anything, she simply moved the wounds to more tolerable or less fatal places. Her body regenerated faster than a humans but not so fast as to escape discomfort.

Her arms lifted gingerly, lips straight to reject the screaming anger in her ribs when she pulled back the length of her brown hair to tie it up. She preferred to have it out of her face, but with an eye like hers it was better to keep it down. She was just lucky that in this era it could be explained away by eccentricity and colored lenses. She turned around when he said her name. It was odd and she realized then that he hadn't called her by it before.

She remained still another half second when she also noticed that he had stripped off his sweater. His chest was a mess of broken flesh and red swollen wounds. Her hands pushed her sleeves up to her elbows. Her left hand rubbed down her right forearm, briefly thumbing two lines of burned in scar tissue. "Alright, but don't bite me." She warned before coming to stand in front of him. Her right hand came up and for another second she hesitated. This was the closest she'd ever really been to him and before now, she was quite sure she hadn't touched him. Not since they fought and she got that collar on him, anyway.

The fingertips of her right hand touched his chest, finding a spot near the center of his scattered wounds. Her fingers were spread and bent, tips like talons that might just sink in if they weren't softly rounded with flesh rather than pointed claws. Her left hand moved, wrapping around her own arm at the elbow. She looked up at him, only the length of her forearm between them. Her body was leaned forward, shoes pressed into the carpet for leverage.

Her left hand pushed down her right forearm, pushing energy into him. It would feel like a pressure building inside, forcing itself up to his skin to escape. It would push the bits of metal out the way they came by the time her hand reached her wrist.

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« Reply #19 on: January 14, 2014, 10:02:59 am »
For a moment, he was thinking about the smell of her, the tang of sweat, a hint of blood. She was so close, closer than she'd ever been to him. She had always kept her distance, always careful, always untrusting. He knew it was wise of her, for if she drew close, it would be all too easy to break her neck.

Her hand touched his bare skin, and he realized, with some small surprise, that her fingers radiated warmth. There was no coldness to her touch, which seemed rather conflicting with her rather icy exterior. He had figured her frigid through and through.

However, he didn't have much time to mull over his thoughts, for soon, there was only one thing on his mind, pain. It was searing, and it took all he had not to grab her and push her away. She had warned him. He knew this was going to hurt, and now he had to bare it.

His hands balled into fists, teeth still clenched tight. He wasn't going to bite her, he knew, no matter how much the instincts pulled at him to do so. He simply needed to remind himself this was going to be brief. Soon, it would all be over.

When the witch's hand reached her wrist, the deed was done, and Luke pulled away, his breathing a bit haggard and his body slick with a cold sweat. The shrapnel was gone, now simply a bunch of metal bits collected in Irene's thin fingered hand.

It was strange, realizing she had really helped him, shown kindness he didn't think she was capable of. Maybe he had pegged her wrongly after all.

"Well, err, I'm going to go find a shower." He paused, feeling an awkwardness he wasn't well acquainted with. "You should um...do the same." Luke turned away then, wondering if he should thank her again, but recalling the difficulty of the first time, he decided against it. Once was enough, he supposed.

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« Reply #20 on: January 23, 2014, 09:35:48 pm »
Irene looked down at the bloody shrapnel in her hand when he turned away, nodding at his words. When he was a ways down the hall she tipped over her hand and let the little bits of metal fall like brutal rain onto the tiled floor, leaving little red splatterings all around them. She dropped her head forward to look at the chaos at her feet, the reds smears and flecks scattered around the glinting metal. She saw his blood and in it, her fate. With a heavy sigh she drug her shoes through the mess to disturb the patterns that would have looked like chaos to most anyone else.

She picked up her bag and let it hang from her arm on her way down the hall. He took the main bathroom so she found another attached to the master bedroom. If she were smart, she would have tightened that collar. It wasn't just her leash of control over him, it was her leash to keeping an eye on the vibrations of his surroundings. She didn't fear him as much as she feared what he might do with the wrong offers whispered in his ear.

These became distant thoughts when she closed the bathroom door, flicked on the light and started stripping down. She was tired and her chest hurt with every breath. She needed to clean up. Needed to eat and sleep. And unfortunately for Irene, she had never been used to having enemies. How cruel it was, then, that her first enemy was her only family.


Alice thought much the same thing when she stepped through the front door without opening it and lingered over the mess on the floor. She wasn't really there, of course. Irene would have sensed her miles away. No, she walked but her body was slightly transparent and in the dark she seemed to glow, disembodied and quieter than silence itself. No heartbeat, no breath, and very little energy at all. She couldn't do any harm in this form, couldn't carry any powers with her, but all she needed were words.

She moved up the hallway, pausing near the door of the master bedroom before smiling and continuing past. She was wearing a dress and no shoes or stockings. It was blue where she lay far away but in this form somehow it became a shadow of black that only hinted at anything else. Her dark hair was cut short, longer in the front to frame her rounded face. Her right arm, from wrist to forearm, looked the same as Irene's though the scars and markings varied. One eye was a bright blue and the left was completely washed in black, as though ink had been poured in to cover everything from iris to white.

It would have been polite to knock, but Alice had never cared about human manners. She had never liked to think of herself as human. She could do anything, after all. So she passed through the bathroom door in hopes of catching the wolf in an interesting state. She had a proposition to make and a world to offer.

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« Reply #21 on: January 31, 2014, 10:40:54 am »
The bathroom was tiled blue, plastic seashells in a glass bowl near the sink. An oceanic theme by the looks of it, Luke thought, closing the door. The shower curtain echoed the shells in the glass, and Luke glanced away from the rest of the matching decor to his reflection in the mirror. Tired, it was all he could see, his gold eyes lacking the usual gleam, blood flecked across his cheek, dried and caked on. His hair was a dark mess, something a comb would have a hell of a time taming, if it could.

When he said Irene looked like shit, he should have said the same for himself.

Luke turned on the shower before even beginning to remove his clothes. The steam was rising as he gingerly removed his jeans, his wounds still stinging. No doubt the pain would worsen under the hot water, but he'd have to tolerate it. There was no way he could go out in his current state, not with the mess they left at the final pig's place.

Once under the water, the wolf winced, tolerating the stinging he had expected. The blood stuck to him finally slipped away and down the drain, taking the rest of his filth with it.

Briefly, he wondered what the pair of them were going to do now. It wasn't a secret that they were working together now, an advantage that Luke had taken for granted, assuming they'd have it for much longer. There was also this other witch, which was even more concerning.

Irene really wasn't telling him a damn thing.

Luke clicked his tongue, ceasing the water and grabbed a fresh towel to dry off with, wrapping it around his waist once he wasn't dripping wet.

It was then that he noticed it, the meek presence in the bathroom, with an incredibly familiar face. He was about to open his mouth, ask the witch why she was here (surprising the hell out of him), when he realized it wasn't her, not at all. This one, this girl seemed almost like a ghost, and he could almost see right through her to the door behind her. Her hair wasn't quite like Irene's either, shorter, and not hiding that- It was then that he knew for certain, when he realized she lacked that crimson eye, that bold color that Luke hated.

This wasn't Irene at all.

"Who the hell are you?"

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« Reply #22 on: February 02, 2014, 04:45:54 pm »
Alice smiled when he saw her. She had waited, listened and maybe even peeked. Her arms were at her sides, hands against the folds of her skirt and head tipped slightly to the side to look up at him, that blackened eye seeming to lead the other. "Good evening, wolf." Her voice was low but never quite soft. "I'm the witch you wish you'd met first." She smiled wider and made a point of looking at the collar around his neck before clicking her tongue in her mouth. "A shame. But at least she didn't send you back. What would the world be without the wolf?"

She took a step closer and turned slightly, as though she was using the mirror behind him but her reflection never followed. "I'd like to make things right, for both of us." Alice looked up at him, her head dropping back because their height difference was too much for this nearness. "You're already leading her to her quarry, I'd simply like you to lead her to the East. When you get closer, you'll pick up Red's scent. She'll be waiting and all you have to do, is step aside. Afterward, in return, I'll take off that collar and you can roam the new world freely. I will not ask more of you and I will never interfere in your hunt." Her grin pulled higher on one side of her cheek. "There is plenty of prey in this world for us all."

The steam curled around them, the mirror was fogged over and yet, even without a reflection, her gaze turned to it again as though checking the face of a clock. "I don't know that I've ever offered so much for so little," She admitted, looking up at the wolf. "but you don't belong in chains and I would like very much to keep you in this world."


Irene drug her fingers through her wet hair, pushing out water even as the locks soaked in more. She sighed, steam all around her. Her ribs were colored in sickly yellow bruises. They would fade soon enough. She would have liked to stay in that shower all night, maybe just lay down in the tub and sleep under the water, but already she had spent too much time, enjoyed too much silence.

When she turned off the water she thought she heard a voice. Was the wolf talking to himself? Or had that been the pipes? Suspicion made her skin tight and for a moment she stood still and naked, waiting and listening. Nothing more came. Rubbing a hand over her tired face she got out of the tub and stood on the plush bathroom rug. It soaked through and she didn't care. Irene grabbed a towel and started drying off before finally attacking her hair with the cloth. She had just pulled on her jeans and was working the buttons when she felt a tremor up her spine. She looked up and the foggy mirror stared back at her. She took steps closer to stare at her distorted reflection. Shapes and colors through a film of water.

Her right hand came up and her hand pressed to the glass. She remembered walking in the snow with her sister. Holding hands. Whispering and giggling because so long as they wanted it, none of the humans even. She remembered blood in the snow and only her sister was the one left laughing. Her lips pressed tight and her hand pushed the dew from the mirror to look at herself, only it wasn't herself that looked back. A similar face but with a very different eye.

Irene's teeth clenched and she took two steps back, glaring at the sister that smiled back at her. She expected her to say something, to threaten or coax the way she usually did, but she only smiled. With a curse under her breath, Irene snatched up her tank top and pulled it on, followed by a low necked sweater. She grabbed up her bag and her shoes and didn't look back at the mirror. She pushed open the bathroom door to walk a handful of steps into the bedroom, sitting herself at the foot of it to pull on her socks and her shoes. "Wolf!" She shouted. "Time to go!"

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« Reply #23 on: February 09, 2014, 10:30:09 am »
I'm the witch you wish you'd met first.

This was her, the witch the pigs had talked about, the one who promised they never had to go back. It seemed too good to be true.

Luke was weary, this foreign witch close, and he far too use to their trickery. Still, she didn't seem to be physically present, and he wondered if that meant she couldn't do him any harm nor vice versa. She was arrogant, a trait he was beginning to think was present in all witches, Irene boasting something of a similar attitude.

The witch came even closer, head dropping back, that dark gaze unwavering in an all too familiar face. She had some kind of connection to Irene, it was all too obvious. They were both witches, with similar faces to boot. Were they related? Was this why she didn't tell him?

Because this witch was offering him freedom, at only one expense.

"I'll do it. You have a deal, witch."

Outside the bathroom and down the hall, he could hear Irene's voice, loud and clear.

"Wolf! Time to go!"

Luke turned, the other witch already gone, leaving him alone in front of a fogged mirror. "All right." He shouted back, grabbing his worn backpack, pulling out the few clothes he owned. Jeans, dark washed, and a flannel shirt, the dark grey color of it beginning to fade. He didn't have too many belongings, most of them fitting in the backpack he carried around. Even before Irene, the wolf didn't have much, didn't see the need for it. The pigs, they needed homes, they needed the idea of safety, shelter. For Luke, the forest had been enough, always had been, until he'd been removed from it.

Once dressed, Luke left for the living room, car keys in hand, jingling. His hair was still damp, slicked back so it didn't hang in his eyes. The bleeding had already ceased, leaving his new attire free of blood stains. He'd be presentable now to the human eye, inconspicuous, hardly attracting much attention, if not for his rather intimidating stature, a feature he could never rid himself of.

In the back of his mind, that witch's words repeated themselves in his head. Their agreement, could he really go through with it?

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« Reply #24 on: March 05, 2014, 04:05:08 pm »
By the time Irene had her shoes on and her bag over her shoulder, the wolf was walking down the hallway toward the door. She followed. She preferred to be behind him rather than have him behind her. It was too easy to forget who he was sometimes or how all the stories warned of what he could and would do.

Alice was nearby, far enough to keep herself safe but close enough to have an eye on Irene. It reminded her why she struggled to sleep and why she had to keep moving and get things back to normal. She had to put everyone back where they belonged and yet that did not resolve what she would have to do about her sister. Alice believed that the world belonged to them because there was nothing and no one that could stop them. It had been a truth she had held so closely all their lives, one Irene had spent years trying to skirt without shattering.

For a time it had sounded true enough to Alice because there was no one in the world that could rival her so long as she had her sister at her side. But when she started hurting people for her own amusement, that sister had pulled away. Irene had been naive to think that she could simply go, that they could live on different continents and that space would be enough to give them both peace.

Alice had let her go when she said she was. Her big sister had nodded, angry but understanding and with a strange look in her eye, she had bid her little sister good luck in the world alone. Irene had not understood that look until months later when she woke to her house burning around her. It had not been anger or scorn in her sister's eyes alone, it had been fear. There was no one in the world to rival Alice but her own sister, an idea that had never occurred to the eldest until she lost that alley.

The years since had been exhausting. One attack after another. Alice would never get close enough to do it herself though. She was too afraid to swallow the space between them, certain that her sister would be as ruthless as she was.

Irene followed the wolf to the car and got in the backseat, expecting him to drive as he usually did. "I was thinking we'd get something to eat before we figure out where to go next." She suggested, the end of her sentence rising to welcome his input.

Four people had died in that first fire. Alice had had roommates, friends- humans. The first she'd ever made.

She sighed and held the bag in her lap. She wasn't entirely sure why her sister had brought the creatures from the book, if it had been to make the world interesting, to kill her, or if she was seeking companionship. Irene imagined that she could sympathize with the last though she dreaded what Alice would consider a good companion.

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Re: Once but not again.
« Reply #25 on: March 27, 2014, 06:11:16 am »
Backseat, as always, he thought, glancing in the rearview mirror. Her hair seemed shades darker than usual, still wet, the scent of water fresh with a subtle scent of a flora fragrance from a stranger's shampoo. It wasn't a smell that suited her, far too gentle, far too sweet. His eyes flickered away, starting the car, the engine croaking but managing to come to life. It needed an oil change, amongst other things, Luke could tell, the burning of fossil fuels itching at his nose. It was an old car, maybe it was about time to steal a new one.

"I was thinking we'd get something to eat before we figure out where to go next." Irene's voice came from the back, and he glanced at her again, thinking he should probably say something in return.

He knew exactly where they were going next. Although the thought of catching Red's scent left him on edge. The thought of her so close would be thrilling and unnerving at the same time. And yet, he wasn't supposed to do a thing. He'd let Red go and Irene with her and then he'd be free.

It was a strange thought.

"All right." Luke agreed, "The next town isn't too far away. Should be something there. It'll have to be a place with decent meat. I don't eat anything else." The day he ate a salad was the day he died.


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« Reply #26 on: April 02, 2014, 08:33:02 pm »
She folded her arms around the bag and sunk low into the backseat, until she could lean her head back against it. She watched him. If she closed the red eye she would see only the man. When she opened it she saw a mix, something with a red glow so she knew it didn't belong, with too wide a mouth and too long of teeth. If she closed her blue eye...

"We're in the States. Everywhere has meat." It wasn't true but it was easy to say. Had he been to any other country? Doubtful. She hadn't given him much time to roam before she found him.

Her eyes closed. Her body too tired to keep them open. Her arm was throbbing under the wound she'd moved there from her palm. She had told him that it was his bad luck that he was one of the first she found. It hadn't been entirely luck. She had a spell to seek things and creatures. It was taxing but she had to start somewhere. She looked for him first because the idea of not knowing where the wolf was made it hard to sleep.

There were worse things, she knew, but the wolf had been the creature that kept her awake as a child, the one she stared into shadows expecting to see teeth gleaming back at her. Alice had loved to tell those stories, all of them. Irene never admitted to being scared and she certainly never let her big sister find out just which of the stories kept her on edge. It wasn't a specific story, it was the normalcy of the wolf's threat. He was in many stories. He was always there waiting for an opportunity. Maybe it was because of those years they spent living by the woods. Maybe it was instinct.

When she opened her eyes again, feeling as though it had only been a moment, the sky outside was lighter and their car was stopping in front of a light, turning off of the highway. Her arms tightened on her back, feeling the book inside before loosening. She sat up and rubbed the back of her neck, both eyes on his shape from behind. "Do you need to sleep?" She asked, sounding curious as well as a little bit worried. Should they stop for a while so he could rest after they ate or should she drive?