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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Melissa yawned as she got off the bus. Nope. Three hours of sleep was not her friend, as was being late. She hadn't gotten a chance to fasten her bra properly, and she knew she had morning breath. "Poop..." She managed through another yawn. She nearly shrieked as someone called her name and pulled her into the basketball courts. She looked up, blinking, "Mr. Zeeman!"

"Melissa," Richard offered her a smile, "Can you do me a favor?"

Melissa stifled another yawn, nodding. "Yeah, anything."

"Great. You're going to show a new student around. He's also new to the Pack, so we'll have to introduce him to Grace too." Richard's voice was low and hurried. He had a class in five minutes.

"Okay." Melissa blinked the sleep from her eyes. "Who is he?"

"Darien Pratt. He's in the front office; you have the same schedule on my request. Thanks Melissa."

"No problem." She blinked again as Richard hurried away. That was weird.

Darien glanced at the clock, sighing. The girl was late... He forced a hand through his dark brown hair. It was spiked a bit, the tips bleached to a copper color. He glanced at his watch again. What a way to start off the day. Late to his first class because some bint couldn't be bothered to show up on time.

The Ulfric here was... interesting to say the least. He'd been nearly snapped at twice because he'd referred to him as 'Sir'. Honestly, had he done anything else in Britain, and his arse would have been handed back to him... tail and all.

Melissa nearly dropped her backpack as she came into the office. She heard Karen snicker and stuck her tongue out at her. The secretary nodded towards Darien and Melissa swallowed, thanking whatever deity was listening that she'd managed to get a breath mint from one of her friends in passing. Smoothing her hands down her jeans, she bit her lip, moving towards him. "Hi, I'm Melissa, you're Darien, right?" God! She sounded like an idiot! Was she going to have to do the Tour Guide thing all day?

He turned his head, facing her. "That'd be me. You the Tour Guide?" He quirked a brow. Well now...

She felt her cheeks heat, "Supposedly. Come on, we're late to class." She shifted, feeling her bra poke into her back. Dammit.

He nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "English first, right?"

"Yeah. The teacher there's happy as long as you look like you're paying attention and don't offer an answer for any question. She likes to hear her own voice." Melissa tried to ignore the poking in her back, glancing at him as they left the office. She heard Karen let out a low wolf whistle.

Darien nodded again. "Fine."

She bit her lip. No one'd told her he was British. She could've groaned. Just what she needed. A cute, quiet British guy being around her all day. She wasn't going to get any work done. Misty was going to kill her...

"Something wrong?" He tilted his head at her. The girl was... interesting. Her hair was nearly black, just a hint lighter, hitting her below her shoulders. At the current moment, it was less than neat, but looked silky none the less. About 6 inches shorter than him, Darien estimated she'd be around five foot three. Over all, she was a combination of pretty and cute, with an oval shaped face, wide, and at the moment, tired eyes that were as blue as the Caribbean, and pink lips. Hm. He shook his head, realizing he'd been staring. "Forgive me... I couldn't find the coffee pot this morning. My Father seems to have misplaced it."

Melissa had blushed steadily under his gaze. "It's okay... Nothing's wrong, though. Just woke up late. Three hours of sleep blows." She pushed her hair back from her face, leading him down the hall and towards the English room.

"Three hours?" He frowned. "Why would you only sleep for three hours?"

"I didn't finish all of my homework. My sister's boyfriend's sister came over and it was a mess..." She shook her head, glancing at him. He had a cute nose...

He blinked. "Ah..." Was she staring at his nose?

She blinked, realized she was staring, and looked away. Oops.

"Is this the room?" Darien motioned.

Melissa nodded, pausing outside the door. "Yeah. Just a warning, don't prove the teachers wrong. They don't take it too kindly."

He frowned. "Indeed. Sounds like my old school."

"You'll fit right in, then." Her lips quirked, and she opened the door.

Immediately the whispers started, several of the girls gaping before beginning to exchange looks.

Darien bit his lip, looking at the teacher.

She nodded to him, then gestured for him to come to the front of the class. "Class, we have a new student..."

Melissa slid into her seat, frowning at the empty one next to her. Bugger. Richard really had made their schedules identical!

Darien waited patiently as he was introduced. "May I sit now?"

The teacher leveled him with a look before nodding shortly and beginning the class.

The Brit shook his head, slumping into his seat. Bloody hell...

Melissa pulled out a sheet of paper, trying to make it look like she was taking notes on whatever the teacher was talking about as she scrawled 'You okay?' on the paper and passed it to Darien.

He glanced at her, snagging a pen from his bag. 'Bloody brilliant. She always parade new student like that?'

'Yep.' She pulled out another sheet of paper, writing random oddities on it as Darien replied.

'Terrifying. All the teachers like that?'

'A few of them. Most of them don't care if you're introduced or not.'

'Woot.' Bloody hell... her handwriting was neat... and bubbly... and happy.

'You seem thrilled.' She could've rolled her eyes. Was he intentionally squishing his handwriting?

'To the extreme.' He drew a little smiley, poking its tongue out at her.

She hid a smile with her hand, adding little horns and a tail.

'lol... how's the dog pen around here?' He drew a dog with what was obviously a moon in the background, hoping she'd catch on.

'Full to bursting.' She drew a stick figure next to the dog and moon.

'Mean dogs or...?'

'No rabies. Mean dogs all got the shot.'

Darien snorted, quickly faking a sneeze as the teacher looked up. 'Wicked. Top dog seems a bit odd.'

'Smooth. Yeah, the dogs here are a bit wonky. When'd you get your puppy?' Melissa smothered a smile, looking down at her desk. If she looked at the teacher or Darien, she'd laugh.

'Bloody hell, you've got a sense of humor. Quit making me laugh!' He drew another smiley, this one stern before he continued, 'I got my puppy when I was ten. Found him wandering the woods, you?'

'Hey, don't dis the sense of humor. Someone in this pit’s gotta have one. I found my puppy at the doctor's office. It needed a home.' She drew a fork near the smiley, trying to make it look like it was waving warningly.

He quickly drew a smiley holding its hands up as if surrendering. 'Doc's, eh? Got all its shots then?"

'Oh yeah. My dad wasn't pleased I brought home a stray.' She drew a smug smiley next to his.

'My dad doesn't pay enough attention to know I've got a puppy. Sad, eh?'

She drew a huggy face. 'Only a little. Mine kicked me out, so we're even.'

He drew one with a fierce scowl. 'Arse. Why would he kick out a fetching bit like you?'

'He didn't like the holes in the newspaper.'

'Fuckwit.' He drew a huggy face, sighing. 'Does this bloody class EVER end?'

She glanced at the clock. 'Ten minutes more of Hell. Five minute Heaven break, then back to Hell.'

'When do we play with the top dog?'

'Next class. Hafta introduce you to the top’s mate too.'

'She really a bitch?'

'Call her one and find out.' She drew a smirking face.

'Um... no. I value my arse.’

'Wish I'd thought about that when I tried.'

He shot her a look. 'Please tell me you did not insult a Lupa...'

'I didn't have a puppy then, and we got it figured out.' She widened her eyes innocently.

‘Ah.’

'You're doing that thrilled thing again.'

'Actually, that was a 'Don't know what to say, she's lucky to be alive' ah.' He smirked.

She stuck her tongue out at him when the teacher's back was turned, 'Ah.'

'Oh?'

'No. Ah." She drew a face waggling its finger at him.

He shook his head. 'Ah, what, Bit?'

'Ah 'he's a smart ass'.' She blinked, 'And why are you calling me 'bit'?'

He shrugged at her. 'Don't know.'

She shook her head slightly. 'Okay...'
'You have a name you prefer? Dog at the last pen was name Melissa... real bitch. You're not her... so gotta call you something else.'

'In case you've forgotten... that's my name.' She drew a smiley, its tongue sticking out at him.

'Yeah... but I see Melissa as a name only for bitches... and you aren't one.’

'Why do you say that?' You haven't seen me on a bad day...

'... you haven't tried to kill me.'

She blinked. Oh boy. She drew a boxing smiley, 'Where's the bitch? She's going down...'

He quirked a brow at her. 'Britain... but it doesn't matter. The entire pack was like that.'

'Fuck them.'

'Rather not. All over 40, lacking teeth.'

'Ew... Bad images... Didn't want those...' She shuddered.

'Your fault...' He smirked as the bell rang.

She folded the paper, sticking it in her pocket as the teacher assigned homework and they filed out of class. "Was not my fault." She rolled her eyes, looking up at him as they made it to the hall.

"Was too." He winked. "Now... Where's science?"

She rolled her eyes as a girl next to them swooned. "Across the school. Love how they set this up, really... I'd talk to Dad about it, but..." She shrugged, starting down the hall, trusting that he'd follow.

"Dad?" He blinked at her. "Hold still for a second... you've got..." He reached towards her butt.

She froze as his hand brushed her bum, then tugged something off of it. Her face reddened, and she turned to stare at him. "What the hell?"

Darien held up the small sticker. "Sorry. Thought you might want it off..."

Melissa's blush deepened, "Thanks. Just... buy me dinner first, will you?" Her tone was slightly uncomfortable, but still joking.

"You asking me out already? Must've made an impression..." He smirked.

She flicked him hard in the stomach, "Butt."

He laughed. "No... that's my stomach..."

A loud cry of, "Mel's flirting with the new kid!" was heard and Melissa rolled her eyes, calling back, "Hey, at least I can get some!" She growled, "Little shit."

"Watch the animal noises, Bit... you'll turn me on." Darien warned.

She blinked, before the real meaning of his words hit her. "Oops. Come on... we'll be late again."

He nodded, following her into the classroom.

Richard grinned as he caught sight of them. Well... Darien looked settled in, and it seemed as if he'd made Melissa blush... several times. The door shut behind the last student, and they milled around for a moment. "Hello, Brats."

"Morning Mr. Z!" Came the cry from the back, and several shushing noises were heard, also joined by inarticulate groans from those who were still half asleep.

Darien sat next to Melissa, looking up at his Ulfric. Would he run the pack the same way he ran the class?

"I'd like you all to welcome our new student, Darien Pratt." Richard nodded to him, and the class made a point of chanting "Hello Darien" dully. The Ulfric rolled his eyes, lips quirking. "Thank you for that."

Melissa shook her head as the class continued, glancing at Darien. What was he thinking?

Hm. Maybe... this new Ulfric wouldn't be bad... he already seemed... very different from his last one....

"So... how many of you did your homework?" Several cries of "Oops!" were received, and a large majority of the class pulled out papers. "Well... since so many of you brought your homework, and a few of you didn't, this is going to be a work period. For those of you who did your homework, I want you to work in the labs I gave you last week, and for those of you that didn't, get it done, because there'll be more at the end of the day." Groans from the class, "Don't complain, I'll just give you more." Silence was the immediate reaction.

Melissa handed her homework to the small boy Richard had assigned to gather it, and swallowed as Richard spoke again. "Will Darien and Melissa please report to the front of the class?"

Darien blinked. "Why the bloody hell does he want me up there?"

"I'm asking the same question, trust me." Melissa stood, trying hard to ignore the stares as she moved to the front of the class.

Darien followed her, swallowing as he reached the teacher and Alpha wolf. "Yes, Mr. Zeeman?"

Richard smiled at the two younger were's. "Mel, your lab partner switched schools, could you show Darien what we're doing? He'll be your new lab partner for the rest of the semester."

Melissa blinked, "Why did Tristy switch schools?"

The Ulfric shrugged, "I don't know." He looked at Darien, honey eyes unreadable. "Would you mind being Melissa's partner? I could pair you with someone else if you do."

"Of course I don't, Si-Mr. Zeeman." Darien lowered his gaze quickly.

Melissa blinked again, "Is there anything else, Mr. Zeeman?"

"No, I think that's it... " Richard smiled again, watching the two youngest members of his Pack move away.

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Darien hesitated outside the library later. Bloody hell. Where'd Melissa have to go again? He couldn't recall... Damn. He wanted a girl to come hold his hand and protect him. Great.

Richard looked up as the door to the Library opened. He leaned against Grace's desk, a picture of calm as Darien came closer.

Grace stood, moving so she stood next to her mate. "Darien, I presume?"

The youth nodded. "Darien Pratt, Ma'am."

Richard took his Lupa's hand, threading their fingers. "How's your day been so far? Honestly."

"I... good, S... Mr. Zeeman." Darien looked down.

Grace tilted her head. "I'm Grace Allistair... the Lupa. In school it's Ms. Allistair... for a short period of time. Outside, I'm just Grace. Alright?"

His gaze jerked up. "But-"
Richard's lips quirked, "Don't argue with her. It's safer." His tone was teasing, the light jab clearly pointed at Grace.

The Lupa blushed. "Hush, Richard! You'll make him think I'm horrid!"

Darien blinked, confused.

"Not horrid, scary. Honestly, Love..." The Ulfric rolled his eyes before grinning at Darien. "I trust Melissa's made you feel welcome?"

He nodded. "Yeah... she's... nice."

Grace frowned. "Darien... you act shocked."

"I am."

"Any particular reason why?" Richard quirked a brow.

"Because... you're telling me to do things that would have gotten me killed in my old Pack." His tone was hesitant, but truthful.

Grace gaped at him, anger filling her. Why those...

Richard frowned, his hand squeezing Grace's gently. "Then it's a good thing you're here."

Grace pulled her hand from Richard's, shocking Darien as she hugged him. The boy just froze, the look on his face stunned. "It's alright. We won't hurt you."

Melissa blinked as she stepped into the library. "Am I interrupting anything?" A love fest, perhaps?

"Of course not." Grace pulled back, smiling at the girl. "How are you, Sweetie?"

Darien furrowed his brow. "She... hugged me..." When was the last time he'd been hugged? Before his mother died... years ago...

Melissa smiled back, half at Darien's shock and half in return to Grace. "Tired, you?"

Richard chuckled, lips quirking. "Get used to it, Darien. Most of the people you'll meet will try to hug you." Oh Lord. Jason would have a fit over this one.

"About the same." Grace looked at her lover.

Darien frowned. "But... I don't hug..."

Melissa tilted her head, "Why don't you do hugs, Darien?"

Richard caught her look, and smiled, nodding towards the two younger wolves.

"I just... don't. My family's not touchy feely."

Grace smiled, moving back to her lover's side.

"Why not?" Melissa frowned, arms crossing stubbornly.

Richard bit his tongue to keep from commenting, one of his arms slipping around Grace's waist.

"Because my mother died when I was six. She was the only one to hug me."

Grace leaned into him. Poor boy...

Melissa rolled her eyes, dropping her backpack next to Grace's desk and moving over to Darien, hugging him before she could think about it.

Richard kissed Grace's temple, trying not to laugh at Darien's expression.

Almost reluctantly, Darien hugged her back. "Happy?"

Grace buried her face in the Ulfric’s chest. This was too cute.

"Yep." Melissa grinned, pulling back.

Richard bit hard at the inside of his cheek, eyes dancing with mirth.

He actually blushed. "Yay for you."

She poked him gently, unable to see his blush from where she was standing, "You're being a butt again."

"Maybe I'm always a butt."

Grace snickered softly. Aw... puppy love.

"Maybe you shouldn't be."

Richard covered his mouth with a hand, trying to hide a smile. He was going to gag if they got any cuter...

"Maybe I like it."

"Maybe you should stop arguing with me."

"Maybe... but you're the one arguing with me... butt."

"You started it." She stuck her tongue out at him, unaware that they were mere inches apart. "And I'm not a butt."

"Are too."

"Are annoyingly cute with the flirting. I'm having a diabetic attack." Grace smirked.

Melissa gaped, stepping back from Darien. "I wasn't flirting..."

Richard snorted, lowering his hand. "Mel, you know you were..."

She blushed, refusing the urge to answer him.

Darien flushed as well. "We..."

"Were flirting." The Lupa rolled her eyes.

"Were not." Melissa bit her lip, looking anywhere but her three companions.

"Were too." The Ulfric's lips quirked.

Darien cleared his throat. “Is there anything else we need to go over?”

“Oh… he’s clever, Rich… topic changer.” Grace laughed.

Richard chuckled, "What we have left to go over needs to be done on our own time. Talking about it here is risky."

Melissa picked up her backpack again, brow furrowing as the subtle change in Grace's scent grew stronger. "Grace?"

The Lupa blinked. "Yes, Sweetie?"

Darien nodded, staying quiet. Something was happening between Melissa and Grace that seemed important...

Melissa adjusted her bag before trying to form the words. "Your smell's... different."

The Ulfric nodded slightly, looking down at his Lupa. He'd wondered when the rest of the Pack would begin to piece it together. Melissa was just the next step.

Grace smiled, placing a hand on her tummy. "Finally. I was beginning to worry about our pack..."

Darien blinked. "You didn't know, Bit? She reeks of it..."

Melissa stuck her tongue out at him, "I'm a little slow today, sue me. I was sick."

Richard held Grace against him, smiling. "Personally I'm surprised no one else mentioned it."

"Yeah... Laura... or Louis..." Grace furrowed her brow.

Darien just looked confused. "You must have been very sick not to notice."

Richard kissed her temple. "That virus is going around... Laura had it a bit ago."

Melissa just rolled her eyes.

Grace nodded, turning so she could brush her lips over his. "True..."

Darien blinked. "This Pack..."

Richard kissed the corner of her mouth before pulling back slightly. "Careful... we'll scar the kiddies..."

Melissa scowled at him then turned back to Darien, "This Pack what?"

"Is... very... different."

"But I thought that was the point?" Grace smirked impishly.

"So?" Melissa blinked.

Richard grinned, "Well..."

Darien shook his head. "Never mind..."

Grace leaned into her lover again. "I'm tired..."

Melissa sighed, "Right... we've got a class in a few minutes."

Richard rested his head against Grace's, "We can get some more sleep when we get home."

"Mmkay." The Lupa yawned, covering her mouth with a hand. "Excuse me..."

Darien nodded. "Alright. What class?"

Melissa's nose wrinkled, "Gym."

Darien quirked a brow. "You do know you're now more athletically gifted than the others, right?"

"Doesn't mean I have to enjoy it."

"Ah." He smiled. "Understandable. I personally, prefer band and chorus."

She smiled slightly back, "Chorus is alright, but I never got into band." She sighed again, "If we're late again we're going to get in trouble. Let's go." Trouble meant seeing her father, and that was something she really didn't want to do.

"Alright. Off we go." Darien looked at the Alphas who were...snuggling. "It was a pleasure meeting you..."

Grace smiled at him. "You too, Darien. I think you'll make a nice addition."

Richard nodded towards the youth. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

Melissa leaned against the library door, pushing it open slowly. "Bye."

"Bye." Darien followed her out into the hall. This was going to take a LOT of getting used to...

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Misty sighed as she dumped the dustpan's contents into the garbage. She was tired... and getting broke. She needed to find a job…

Forrest ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the counter next to her. "You're worrying again, Princess."

She glanced up at him. "Not... much."

He quirked a brow, resting his hands on the counter's edge, "Sure..."

"I need... to find a job." She put the broom away, looking at him. "I'm running out of money."

"I offered to help..."

"I know... I just..." Misty bit her lip.

Forrest pushed away from the counter, wrapping his arms around her, "I know, Princess."

She rested her head on his chest. "I don't know what to do... Father's been giving bad references..."

He kissed the top of her head, "I'll help you out until you get a job."

"I'll pay you back." She squeezed her eyes shut, her eyes wet.

"You don't need to..." He rested his head against hers, sighing softly.

"You don't need to help me either." She looked up at him, her eyes sad.

"That doesn't mean I won't." He met her gaze, his eyes determined.

"Exactly." Her lips quirked.

He pinched her hip gently, "Brat."

"I know." She brushed her lips over his. "Thank you."

He brushed his lips back over hers, "You're welcome."

Melissa's nose wrinkled as she came into the kitchen. "I'll come back later."

Misty sighed, pulling back. "No... what'd you want, Hun?"

"Glass of milk. And the phone." Melissa moved towards the fridge.

"Calling your boyfriend?" Forrest's lips quirked.

Melissa blushed, "No. Calling Darien. I have to help him with the science homework."

Misty blinked. "Who is Darien?"

"Oh." Melissa's blush deepened as she pulled out the milk, "He's a friend from school. Just moved here from Britain."

Forrest's eyebrows rose, though he didn't comment.

"Britain?" Misty quirked a brow. "You've always liked Brits..."

Melissa opened a cabinet, standing up on tiptoes to reach the nearest cup. "Yeah... but he's just a friend."

"Sure... why don't you have him over?"

"He's... I don't know him that well..." Melissa unscrewed the cap off the milk, poured a glass, and closed it again.

Forrest shrugged, "So? Use this as a chance to get to know him better."

"Where does he live?" Misty leaned back against Forrest.

"I don't know..." Melissa shrugged, turning to look at her sister.

Forrest smirked, "Call and find out."

"I need to decide if he's good enough." Misty teased.

Melissa felt her cheeks heat, and she took a drink of her milk to stall for time. "But-" The phone ringing cut her off.

Misty grabbed it. "Malone and Randall residence."

Melissa froze as she heard Darien's voice, her face flushing. Shit!

"Hello? I'm looking for Melissa..."

Misty smirked. "She's getting dressed... she'll be out in a moment if you want to wait."

There was silence for a moment. "Ah. Perhaps I could leave a message?"

"Sure-" Misty shrieked as her sister tried to grab the phone.

"Misty!" Melissa nearly dropped her milk before setting it on the counter. "Gimme the phone!"

Forrest leaned casually against the counter again, lips quirked in amusement.

Darien blinked. "I thought she was changing..."

Misty laughed. "NO!"

"No she wasn't?" The boy sounded confused.

"American sisters are evil!" Misty laughed again, leading Melissa on a chase around the kitchen.

"Misty! Please give me the fricking phone?" Melissa stopped in the middle of the room, shooting pleading eyes at her sister.

Misty sighed. "I'm gonna be nice to her now... but first, would you like to come over?"

"...Why?"

"Because... she said she was helping you with your science. I figured it'd be easier in the same room."

"But... fuck." Melissa muttered quietly.

Forrest laughed softly, "Give it up, Mel. You're screwed."

"Shut up, Woody."

"Melissa's got a boyfriend, Melissa's got a boyfriend..." Forrest teased.

"Woody's gonna get hit, Woody's gonna get hit..." Melissa mocked back.

Darien nodded slowly. "May I speak with her now?"

Misty smiled. "Of course. here she is. Be warned, she's cranky." Finally, she handed the phone over.

"My sister's a butt." Melissa pouted.

Darien laughed softly. "Is she?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish me to come over?"

"I... um." She blinked, "You don't know where I live."

"I will if you tell me, Bit."

She sighed, giving him the address, trying to ignore Misty's and Forrest's identical smirks of triumph. Honestly. They sleep together, and now... the same facial expressions. What next?

"You are sure?" Darien's voice was confused.

"Yeah... why?" Melissa blinked.

"I live three doors down..."

"One, that's a good band. Two, you've got to be kidding."

"I'm not kidding." Darien smiled. "And they are good."

Melissa blinked again, "Yeah... so. Do you want to come over? It'd be easier, but-"

"I'll be over in a minute, Bit. Meet me at the door?"

"Yeah."

Darien hung up and Misty quirked a brow at her sister.

Melissa swallowed, still in shock. "He's coming over..." Then she blinked. "I have to brush my hair!" She fled the kitchen, trying to find her brush.

Misty laughed, shaking her head. "This is too cute..."

Forrest chuckled, "It's disgusting."

"Hey! I do that when you come over!"

"Really?" He quirked a brow, "You look great with your hair mussed, though..." A slow smirk tugged at his lips.

She blushed. "Hush. I do not."

"You do too."

She gave him a look. "Forrest... I look like..."

"Like you're completely edible. Don't argue." He smiled, brushing his lips over hers.

She blushed. "Fine..." She reached up, messing up his hair. "Ha!"

He frowned slightly, "I've got a better way to muss your hair..." The smirk was back, teasingly suggestive this time.

"Do you?" She tilted her head.

"Mmhm." He grinned, brushing his lips over hers as a knock was heard from the front door.

Misty sighed. "Darn it. MEL! Your Darien is here!"

"He's not mine!" Melissa called, skidding to a halt in front of the door.

"Is too!"

Darien blinked as the door opened. "Hello."

Melissa offered him a smile, moving back from the door so he could come in, "Hi."

"So... science?" He quirked a brow.

She tried hard not to blush. "Science."

Forrest poked his head out of the kitchen and blinked. Holy fuck on a stick. They were disgustingly cute together... He was going to gag.

Darien glanced up. "Hello, Sir. I'm Darien Pratt."

Misty stepped out of the kitchen, smoothing mussed hair. Evil Vampire.

Forrest followed Misty out of the kitchen, "Forrest Johnson."

"But we just call him Woody." Melissa grinned evilly at the vampire, who rolled his eyes.

"Misty. The evil sister." She smiled at the youth.

Darien nodded. "Indeed. A pleasure to meet you."

"Right... so. Science. I'll be right back. I have to get my books..." Melissa glanced between the three other occupants of the room before disappearing down the hall.

Darien offered the two adults a weak smile.

"How do you like America, Darien?" Misty smiled at him again.

"It's... nice. A bit different, but nice."

Forrest smiled back at the young were, fangs hidden, if barely. "How're you liking school?"

"It's... interesting. Melissa has been helping me."

"What've I been doing?" Melissa asked, coming back into the room with her backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Helping a poor Brit stumble around the school all day." Darien smiled at her.

Misty rolled her eyes.

"You never stumbled." She grinned back at him, dropping her bag onto the couch.

Forrest glanced at Misty, nodding towards the kitchen as their gazes locked.

Misty rolled her eyes again. "Fine. You two have fun. Darien, touch my sister in an improper place before you're thirty, I beat you."

He nodded slowly. "Oh. I... hadn't planned on it."

Forrest shook his head, pulling Misty back into the kitchen as Melissa blushed. "Well."

Darien frowned. "She's... interesting."

"She's embarrassing." Melissa corrected.

"Why?"

"She's... just..." She shook her head, "She's my sister."

"You're lucky." Darien tilted his head at her. "She was teasing... but also serious."

"How's that lucky?" Melissa quirked a brow, moving to sit on the couch.

"You have a person who loves you."

She sighed, motioning for him to stop standing awkwardly in front of the door and sit. "Don't you?"

He sat, tilting his head. "I did. Before my mother died."

Her brow furrowed into a scowl, "Where does your dad get off being such an ass anyway?"

"Don't know." He shrugged. "Not important."

"Guess not." She rubbed her eyes, glancing at him as she did so. She caught a line from the kitchen.

"Sure, they're studying science. Chemistry."

"Forrest... that was lame."

Darien smirked. "Now... Bit... let's hit the books."

***********

Forrest shrugged, resting his head on Misty's shoulder from behind. "Yeah, well..."

She leaned into him. "Thank you for coming over..."

"You're welcome." He let his eyes drift shut, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist.

"How was work? You haven't mentioned it..."

"It's... work." He answered evasively.

"Ah." She turned, looking up at him. "Is it?"

He blinked open his eyes, sighing. "It's definitely something."

She brushed her lips over his. "You don't have to talk about it."

He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Aahz left the club."

"The nice lady?" Misty frowned. "Why?"

"Jean-Claude fucked up her life and she found out about it."

"Fucked up how?" She smoothed his hair, biting her lip.

"He made her his Human Servant... and she discovered that he was just using her to get over his own pain." Forrest couldn't help but sneer at his boss' idiocy.

"That... asshole." Misty scowled. "Jerk. Did someone hit him?"

"Jason. Several times." A grin broke through his expression at the memory.

"Good." Misty hugged him, resting her head on his chest. "Sorry he's a butt."

He hugged her back, "Maybe I should get a different job..."

"Maybe. Whatever makes you happy."

"Being here, with you makes me happy."

"Wish I could pay you for that." She looked up at him.

He shook his head, "I don't. If I was paid for this it'd ruin the experience." He brushed his lips over hers.

"Oh?" She nipped his lower lip.

He shivered, "Mm." He nibbled gently at the corner of her mouth.

Misty whimpered, grabbing at him.

Forrest made a quiet shushing noise, covering her mouth with his.

She parted her lips for him, sliding her hand into his hair.

He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him.

Misty pressed against him, her hand tightening in his hair.

Forrest swallowed, tilting his head as their mouths mated.

She pressed against him, realizing his skin was cold.

He pulled back as she shivered, his gaze meeting hers.

"You... haven't fed..." She licked her lips.

"No... I haven't told Ass- Jean-Claude about my bite yet... I don't think he'd appreciate it." He swallowed, his hands resting on her lower back.

"Ah... You can feed from me... if you want?"

His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips unconsciously. "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't offer if I wasn't serious, Forrest." She smoothed his hair again.

"We'll have to leave the kitchen..." And you'll have to be quiet...

"I know." She brushed a kiss over his lips. "I've been working on being quiet too..."

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked down at her with a slow smile. "Then what are we waiting for?"

She blushed. "You."

"Not anymore..." He let her go, reaching up to take one of her hands as he started out of the kitchen.

Misty blushed following him through the living room past the kids and through the hall.

Forrest would have blushed as well, had he fed, but then they were out of the room, all needs for blushing gone.

"Forrest... where are you... biting?"

The vampire blinked, shutting the bedroom door behind them. "Wherever you feel most comfortable with."

She sighed. "Where do you... want to?"

He nearly shrugged, inwardly reviewing everywhere he could bite. "I..." Damn. How could he phrase this?

Misty leaned against her bed, looking at him. "Well... if you prefer the neck..." She shrugged, starting to undo her shirt.

"Alright..." Forrest brushed his hair out of his face, watching her with dark eyes.

She shrugged again, this time helping to pull the shirt off, which she then began to fold.

He moved towards her as she sat on the bed. "I don't want to bite your neck, not that it's not appealing, but..."

She jumped, not having heard him move. "Oh... alright."

His lips quirked slightly, "Are you going to lay down?"

"I... yeah." She stretched out, shifting the pillow until it was bunched under her neck.

He sat next to her, shifting to brush his lips over hers.

Her tummy tightened, butterflies racing inside of it and she raised a hand, pressing it over the spot as if trying to catch one.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, his eyes meeting hers as he rested a hand on her side.

Misty turned her head, prolonging the contact.

Forrest chuckled softly, pulling back from the kiss.

She bit her lip. "Something funny?"

"Only a little." He brushed his lips over hers again, "I need to roll you."

"Oh. Oops. You were... and I..." She blushed, meeting his gaze.

He smiled slightly, letting his powers ease out to roll her willing mind.

Misty relaxed completely, her hand loose against her tummy.

Forrest let his mouth ghost down her neck, feeling her life force thrumming in her veins. He swallowed, moving his mouth further down, past her collarbone and to her breasts.

Misty shivered, pressing upwards.

He kissed the soft mound of her breast gently, lips seeking the vein he knew was there.

She slid her hands into his hair, her body becoming slick with need for him.

He shivered, finding the vein and biting down on it, fangs breaking her smooth skin easily.

She whimpered, grabbing at him. It felt as if he was inside her... completely... but...

He pulled on the bite, her blood flooding into his mouth, sliding over his tongue. She tasted of... lust, and searching past that was faint realization, and... trepidation? Probably about the kids in the living room... He swallowed, his eyes shutting as his mouth stayed connected to her.

She rocked her hips as her drew again on the bite, feeling as if he was moving within her. She swallowed, her hands fisting in his shirt.

His hand smoothed over her tummy, resting on her hip, letting her blood ease down his throat. He felt it locate below his waist, where his pants were becoming increasingly tight.

She moaned, her tummy tightening already.

Forrest took another draw on the bite, his pants tightening to the point of pain.

"F...Forrest... I... please..."

He brushed his tongue over the bite, licking at the blood surrounding it.

Her hips lifted against him, still pleading, though it was increasing in volume. Misty, however, had no thought for anything but the feel of him. He'd rolled her completely.

He nearly cursed as he realized Melissa and Darien would hear them in a matter of seconds. Misty wasn't being quiet, and they had super hearing to begin with... He pulled back from the bite, hardly managing to swallow his last bit of her blood before covering her mouth with his.

She whimpered into his mouth. She'd been... so... so close...

His hand moved, her need still fresh in his mind as his hand cupped her through the thin material of her sweat pants.

She pressed against his hand, tasting the blood on his lips, tongue, and fangs as her hands stroked down his back.

He shivered, his eyes closing and fingers finding the dampness of her entrance despite her pants.

Her body tightened again, and she stiffened.

He pressed his fingers against her, his mouth mating with hers.

Misty came, screaming into his mouth before she fell back, panting.

Forrest pulled back from the kiss, swallowing as he released his hold on her mind. He could've sworn he heard Melissa stifle a giggle before Misty spoke.

"I..." She blinked, shaking her head.

He ran a hand through his hair again, relocating his other hand to her hip. "I think... we both need to shower."

She licked her lips. "You...?"

He gestured down at himself. "Don't want to walk out there with this."

She looked at his hardness, sliding her hand down the front of his body to cup him. "Oh."

He shifted, failing to stifle a low moan, "O...oh?"

"You're... hard." She said stupidly, her hand rubbing him in a small circle.

"Couldn't... help it..." He managed, eyes squeezing shut as his hips pressed up into her hand.

"Mm." She bit her lip, her hands undoing the fly on his pants.

He blinked open his eyes, a sound rising in his throat. "Misty..."

"What?" She stilled. "Do you want me to stop?" He was quiet for a moment and she pulled her hands back.

"No... it's..." He swallowed, "I'd never want you to stop, just... Mel and her 'friend'..." He moved, taking one of her hands in his.

"Forrest... I think I sort of ruined the quiet bit already..." She stilled. And I just... with my sister in the house... Lord, Joe and her father... they were right...

He frowned as she froze, "Misty?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"I... fine." She offered him a weak smile.

His brow furrowed, but he nodded slowly. "Okay..." He gave her hand a brief squeeze, "So... showers."

She swallowed. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He blinked.

"For..." She motioned at his hardness. "I must seem like a tease."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Teasing's not bad, and it's fine, Princess. Mel and... damn. What was his name?"

"Darien? I think?" She swallowed. "And it's not bad?"

"No, not for me, anyway." He brushed his lips over hers in a light kiss.

She shivered. "I can taste myself..."

He blinked, "Oh. Right... sorry." He pulled back, looking sheepish.

She frowned. "Don't be. I don't mind."

Forrest opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off by a sharp knock on the front door. He heard Melissa sigh from the other room, then "I'll get it!"

Michele sat up, grabbing a pull over sweater. "Is it obvious? Oh. Of course. Super noses." She bit her lip. "I'll-"

The sound of her stepfather's angry voice cut her off.

"Where is she, Melissa Rose?" Joe snapped, "She's a bad influence, honestly. Late to all of your classes today!"

Forrest's eyes narrowed, and he did up his pants with motions too fast to see. "Stay here, Princess." He stood from the bed, glancing at her as he moved to the door, listening to Melissa protest.

"She is not a bad influence! It's not her fault I was late! Why can't you be like a-"

Forrest stepped out into the room, smiling coolly. "Hey, Mel, something wrong?"

Melissa shook her head, glaring up at her father.

Darien stood from the couch, standing in front of the girl lest the man attempt to hit her.

Misty swallowed. Stay there? But... Mel...

Joe Randall sized Forrest up from his superior height, but the stripper remained unfazed, calmly regarding the large, sandy haired man in front of them. "Is there a problem?" Forrest asked after a pause of silence.

"Yes." Joe grumbled, "One, who the hell are you? Two-"

Forrest sighed, "Would it be too much to ask for you to watch your language?" He ignored Melissa's cough of 'hypocrite!'

"My language is none of your damn concern! Where's Misty? I need to have a serious talk with that girl..." Joe moved towards the door Forrest had stepped out of. The vampire moved in the way.

"Misty's not here right now. I'll be happy to take a message for her, if you like."

"What are you? Her fucking secretary? Or are you just fucking her?"

Forrest's jaw clenched, and he tried hard to calm himself. "Are you just a fucker, or are you really trying to be this stupid?"

Joe made an inarticulate noise in his throat, trying to step past the smaller man.

Forrest pushed him back to where he was. "I said Misty's not here. Get out."

Darien grabbed Mel, pulling her back away from the two men.

Melissa nearly screamed as her father threw a punch at Forrest, which the vampire ducked smoothly.

"Do you really want to start this?" Forrest asked, a hint of a smile at his mouth.

"Get out of the way, boy."

"Thirty bucks says I'll be older than you." Forrest caught Joe's arm as he made another awkward punch. He jerked hard, and the large man fell to the ground. "By the way, sorry Mel."

Melissa shook her head mutely, watching her father struggle against Forrest's grip.

Joe yelled profanities in outrage as Forrest calmly planted a foot in the middle of his back, holding him down. "Now," The vampire started, a definite smile on his face, "You're quite through fighting, aren't you? Remember... big boys don't cry..." The last was mocking, tears of frustration having sprung to Joe's eyes.

"Fuck you."

Forrest dug in his heel, pulling up on the bigger mans tree trunk like arm. "Language, Joey, language..."

"How the fuck did you know my name? Little shit. Who are you?"

Forrest increased pressure, "You're Melissa's father, and frankly, I don't think you want my name, or my occupation, so please, don't ask." Joe cried out in pain, and Forrest let the pressure ease slightly. "Are you ready to go home now?"

Misty stepped into the hall, gaping. "I... Forrest..." She looked at Mel who was shaking. "What'd he do?"

Darien wrapped his arms around Melissa in an unconscious protective gesture.

Melissa leaned into him, her eyes wide. She'd never seen her father treated like that... He'd always been a figure to be treated with respect, but now... That image was dimmed, pushed to the back of her mind by a red faced, cussing man pinned to the ground by a stripper half his size.

"Joey here," Forrest let his heel dig in slightly as Joe moved, "Decided it'd be nice to visit. Started yelling at Mel, wanted to see you, tried to hit me... He's been a naughty boy. Fighting on the playground... Tsk, tsk."

Joe spat in Forrest's general direction. "Lying fuck. Said she wasn't here, and - ah!" Forrest's heel was suddenly free from his lower back, only to be replaced by a sharp kick in the side.

"Do yourself a favor and shut up." The vampire said boredly, digging his heel back into Joe's back. "Oh yeah. I did a little lying on your behalf... and why are you out here?" He blinked.

"I... thought he hit you... or Mel." Misty bit her lip, feeling small and stupid. Of course Forrest would... "I'm sorry."

Darien frowned. Was Melissa's father such an ass that her older sister seemed scared of him?

Forrest shot his lover a smile, "Don't be."

Joe snarled, "She should be more than sorry... I come to get my daughter, and I get attacked by her fucking man-whore."

Forrest's eyes narrowed, and he kicked Joe hard in the side again. "Shut up." He said softly, voice made dangerous by the hidden promise of pain.

Melissa bit her lip harshly, her fingers gripping Darien's shirt tightly. Her father was an ass, yes, but he was her father. Was she really going to stand by and watch him get beat up when he was just coming to bring her home? Was that fair? Would she be a bad person if she stayed back, let Forrest continue?

Misty moved forward, resting her hand on Forrest's shoulder. "Why do you want Mel? Is it because Ma's coming home? Because don't think I'm not going to tell her what has been happening."

Darien rubbed Melissa's back, unsure of what he should do.

The vampire's shoulders were stiff with tension, and he glanced at Misty.

Joe tried to push himself up, but Forrest shoved him down again. "If Melissa's not home when Kathy gets back, she'll think you kidnapped her or-"

"Shut up, Dad." Melissa swallowed, feeling herself start to shake in Darien's grip. "She will not think that. Ma's not like you. She'll understand. She has to." The were bit her lip again, looking away from her father's widened, infuriated eyes.

Misty's eyes teared up. "I... I wouldn't do that... and... Ma... Ma loves Mel. She'd never turn her back on her just because she's got superpowers and is thus better than a human..."

Darien rubbed his cheek along Melissa's, marking her. She'd have his protection. What he could offer, at least.

Misty swallowed. "Mel will stay here until... Ma gets back. And you'll stay away. Mel's too good for you. Now please leave my house and stop hurting the people I love."

Forrest moved his foot from Joe's back, letting the taller man stand slowly. He glanced at Misty as he pulled Joe's arm back behind him. She'd said... people. Not person. Person would have meant Melissa... but people? Did she... He felt his grip loosen, and tightened it immediately.

Joe turned to glare at Misty, his movements restricted by Forrest. "What's he, then?" He jerked his head back towards the vampire behind him. "Another mutt? And who's the kid?"

Forrest rolled his eyes, pushing Joe towards the door. "You know... I think you're just a sore loser..."

Melissa blinked up at Darien, unsure of what to do. She'd seen people in the Pack do that before... but no one had ever told her what it was. She bit her lip, trying not to shiver.

"Forrest is my boyfriend and lover and Darien is another friend." Misty opened the door. "Have a nice day."

"It'll be okay." Darien offered her a smile, then blinked. "Did your sister just claim me?"

Forrest shot Misty a small smirk, shoving Joe out the door. "Actually... don't."

Joe glared at them as he cradled his arm, though his words were lost in the shutting of the door.

Melissa smiled slightly back, "Um... yes."

Darien nodded slowly. "I'm sorry he treated you like that. He must be horrid to have your sister afraid of him like that." He said quietly.

Misty looked at all of them. "Everyone okay?" She hugged herself.

Melissa nodded, both at Darien and at Misty. "We're okay."

Forrest wrapped his arms around Misty, the tension easing from him. "I'm fine... are you?"

"Me? I... of course I'm fine. I was in the other room for... most of it."

Darien frowned. "Why are you lying?" He asked the older woman. She seemed more shaken than Melissa.

Forrest frowned as Misty insisted she wasn't lying. "Princess... he's right. What's wrong?" He turned her so that she faced him, his gaze concerned.

Melissa tried not to move. Her arms were falling asleep, having been pinned to Darien for most of her father's visit, but she didn't want to move, unsure if it would ruin the entire moment.

"I just..." Misty swallowed, her eyes tearing up further. "I don't know. He...he's always been like that to me... when... when Mel or Ma aren't..."

Darien shifted against the younger girl, trying not to notice how soft she was. Or how warm and sweet she smelled.

"Princess... I'm sorry. If I'd known..." Forrest glanced back at the door, clearly wondering if Joe was still there and he could go out and inflict more pain on the older man.

Melissa bit her tongue, fighting to ignore Darien's movement, scent, and... everything. "Misty... I didn't know he was like that to you..."

"I... I know." Misty looked down. "I didn't want you to. I wanted you happy..." She leaned against Forrest, closing her eyes. "If you were happy it didn't matter."

Melissa frowned, her arms moving of their own accord to wrap loosely around Darien's waist. "But... I would have been happy anyway... It's..." She shook her head.

Forrest smoothed a hand down Misty's hair, kissing her temple.

"Ma would have left Joe, Mel. You deserved a father. I... didn't think he'd... turn on you. I'm sorry." Misty bit her lip.

"I think... if you are willing to do so much for your family, I am honored you have claimed me." Darien inclined his head, a half bow.

"Claimed...?" The human lifted her head.

Melissa nodded, "Yeah... Darien? Do you think... we can tell her?"

Forrest quirked a brow silently, his arms resting around Misty's waist.

"Tell her?" Darien furrowed his brow, confused. "Tell her what?"

"About your puppy."

"Oh. Yeah... it's fine." Darien looked at Misty. "I'm a werewolf too."

Misty blinked. "Oh. Go you."

"Well... you said Darien was a friend, and you just met him, so... That's kind of a claim." Melissa bit her lip.

Forrest nodded slowly. Well. That explained a lot... kind of.

"Oh. Yeah. Welcome to our messed up family, Darien."

The male wolf smiled. "Thank you."

Forrest smiled slightly at the two wolves. "If you two don't mind... I've got to steal Misty for... awhile."

Melissa shot the vampire a mischievous grin. "Right. See you guys later... might have to pee in a few hours though."

Misty blushed as Forrest dragged her off, waving as they disappeared into the bedroom. "Why are you stealing me?"

"Because..." Forrest shut the bedroom door behind them again, locking it for good measure. "We need to talk."

"I... did I do something wrong? I'm sorry I didn't stay in here but I was worried-"

He shook his head, laying a finger across her lips. "No... you didn't do anything. Not really."

She nodded slowly, her eyes questioning.

He cupped her cheek tenderly, deciding to get to the point. "Do you love me?"

Her lips parted in shock before she nodded again. "I... yes. How...?"

"You... said earlier. 'People' I love. Not 'person.' Person would have been Mel... but people? We just met Darien, so it couldn't have been him..." He smiled slightly, eyes alight with emotion.

"Oh." She blushed. "I... didn't want to... to say it too soon... because... well..." Misty swallowed.

Forrest brushed his lips over hers, smiling. "Princess... shut up for a minute, will you?"

"S...sorry." She bit her lower lip, swallowing.

He slipped an arm around her, "Don't be..."

She just watched him, her teeth worrying her lip. He was confusing her...

He sighed softly, "I guess this is the part where I get to the real point, right?"

She shrugged. "I guess." Did he have a point?

"I love you."

She stared at him, her green eyes wide. "W...what?"

He smiled, "I love you."

"You... love me." Lord... was she shaking? Tears welled in her eyes and Misty swallowed again, feeling like a ninny. How could he love her? She wasn't good enough for him...

"Yes." He blinked, brow furrowing slightly. Whoa... crying? Not good. Never good. No crying.

A tear made its way down her face and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Forrest cursed softly, pulling her to him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell was he supposed to do? He'd never done anything like this before... never. This... Fuck!

"You... you love me..." She said, the words close to a sob.

"Yes... why wouldn't I?" He frowned, looking down at her in concern.

She sniffed, blinking her eyes open. "Too good..."

"What?" He blinked, "Misty... what are you talking about?"

"You're too good for-" He cut her off, actually looking angry.

He scowled, "Do not, in any way, ever finish that sentence." He growled softly. "That's not true. It will never, ever be true. No one's too good for you, especially not me."

She shrunk back slightly, swallowing the apology on the tip of her tongue, somehow, she had a feeling he wouldn't like that either. She sniffed, wiping at her face. "I love you too." She said quietly.

He let his arms fall to his sides, brow furrowing as his eyes searched her face. She looked... intimidated. And scared. Not emotions he wanted her to relate to him. Neither was hurt. Hurt would come if he left... "Are you sure?"

She looked up at him, nodding. "Yes. I wouldn't say it if I didn't." She sighed softly. "I'm messing this up."

He shook his head, "Not really." He slipped his arms around her again, pulling her close, "I love you."

She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. "I love you too." I love you too.
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