"Forgive me, Alpha..." William got down on his knees beside Lucian, taking the risk of touching him.
Lucian took a sharp breath as soon as he felt the gentle touch of his agent's hand on his chest. He wanted to tell him to stop, but the intense feeling from his touch sent him closer to the edge. The feeling slowly transitioned into pain, causing him to growl loudly. Making a fist, William raised his hand, ready to knock him unconscious.
"Don't...don't you...dare," Lucian growled, fighting not to scrape at his skin.
"You want this to stop, don't you," William answered firmly. Lucian was currently being driven crazy by immense, agonizing pain depriving him of speech.
Frowning, the agent psyched himself up mentally and hoped that one punch was enough. Unfortunately, that was not the case. He punched the alpha multiple times within certain spots that would normally knock a human unconscious. Somehow, none of this seems to work for a werewolf so he needed to up his game a little bit. William disappeared for several seconds, coming back with a shiny metal baseball bat. Lucian was too far gone to even notice and his face was completely covered in blood from the battering earlier. He whispered his apologies before swinging the bat, connecting with the back of Lucian's head. Nothing... The stubborn... After another two hits, he finally stopped moving, his chest heaving.
"No wonder you are such a difficult person to deal with. Your head is as hard as a fucking titanium wall." William dropped the bat to the floor, dropping himself on the over-stuffed couch behind him. He will probably be dead tomorrow for using his boss's head for baseball practice. But it was worth it because he will probably never get the chance again. Strangely enough, the room was soon filled with soft growls as the actor slept soundly.
So, the trigger was real, but only for Lucian. William and others have called her name several times before and nothing happened to them. Could the two stars be connected in some way? Wiping at his nose, the agent took his time lifting his boss's heavy, unconscious body from the floor and bringing him to the bed. There was something about that girl. She had to know he wasn't human, otherwise, she wouldn't have punched him like that. Csilla smelled of werewolf and something else. One had to be pretty strong to hurt an alpha wolf with one punch like that. It took him a series of punches and a couple of swings from a metal bat to put him out of his misery.
Csilla turned on the shower, allowing the cool water to caress her body and soothe her tense muscles. She hadn't the slightest idea why she punched her film partner. The urge to do it simply overtook her mind and her body delivered. She felt like she knew him from somewhere a very long time ago. A face like that, one can never forget, yet somehow, she seemed to have forgotten. The actor's blood was like a drug. The smell was sweet, and the sound of it running through his veins toyed with her inner thighs. Working with him will be one of the hardest challenges she had ever encountered. Suddenly, she fell to the floor as a strange hunger flooded her system. Why was this happening again? It happened the night before for no known reason, and now it was much stronger.
"Fucking hell," she moaned, clawing at the tiled floor. The loud cracking of her bones reforming echoed through the bathroom, muffled by the sound of the shower. "Hah...ah..."
Her body was reacting oddly and the fall of the water onto her skin was instantly making it worse, still, she couldn't find the strength to turn it off. Her fingernails were now long, threatening claws creating cracks and indents within the tiles wherever she scratched. The feeling became more intense and slowly became so painful that her limbs became paralyzed. She could not speak or move and her senses became blurred. For a while, she remained in such a state, trying hard to break out of the sudden paralysis with no luck. Breathing heavily, her hands slowly went back to normal, the feeling fading at an even slower pace. What the hell was that? Why does this keep happening? Csilla, after recovering from her strange occurrence, stayed under the shower for a while longer before finally turning it off.
Something else was happening... Csilla wrapped a towel tightly around her body and flipped the switch, her bedroom going pitch black. She could smell them. Their putrid smell filled her nose and burnt her senses giving her a sense of drowning. Laying flat on the floor, she watched the windows and the only door leading into the room and was not surprised to see a hunter from the guild she was birthed standing in a corner. His heat signatures were as blue as ice, hence, she knew for certain he was a bloodsucker even if her acute sense of smell didn't already pick up on him. Quietly, she got to her feet and within seconds, she was on the other side of the room clutching the neck of the intruder tight enough to crush his larynx.
"Hello, Adam. It's been a while," she whispered in his ear. She did not have to shift to show her true strength. "What could you possibly want with me now?"
Csilla released his neck enough for him to speak. She picked up her hairbrush that was lying close by and without even looking, threw it behind her, using it as a makeshift missile. At blinding speed, the propelled brush sank into the chest of the intruder attempting to sneak up on her. A smirk flourished on her excessively beautiful face once she heard the breaking of bones, the sickening squelch as the stainless steel hand of the brush buried deep within the muscles of his heart.
"Csilla...you are an abomination..." Adam tried to push her off only to lose his arm in the process. Slowly, painstakingly, her grip tightened on his wrist, pulling until the faint sound of flesh coming apart echoed loudly in her ears. The vampire groaned, trying to shake free even after she dropped his severed arm to the floor in mock victory.
"Come on, Adam, do better. I know what I am, and so do you. So why do you risk your eternity for a guild that doesn't even give a fuck about you?"
"You are nothing but a disgrace...living among humans," Adam coughed, glaring her down.
Frowning, Csilla held firmly to the crown of his head, her other hand still wrapped around his throat and pulled in the opposite direction until his head was no longer attached to his body.
"Such a waste..."