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Chapter 6 - The Kill

I shut my eyes and raised my hand that had shifted into a paw again, ready to strike him once more in defense at how swiftly he came close to me and how tightly he was holding me, but he grabbed my paw before I could even lay damage on him this time. 

 

He glanced at my paw and then at me, "Haven't you figured out already that your little claws won't do any damage to me?" He whispered in a wild, soft tone that messed with my mind and my body reacting violently to it. His voice was soft compared to the anger held in his words.

 

I opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at my neck, but rather than react in fear, knowing that a bloodsucker only stared at people's necks when they wanted to feed on them, I was actually expecting the bite, wanting to feel his fangs on me. So crazy, I was literally in a mess and could put the blame on that fucked-up human. If I dare make it out alive, I wouldn't mind serving him to the rogues for dinner.

 

My jaw dropped, and my eyes revealed my fear as I pondered what the man was doing to me. I had learned about the compelling spells of the vampires and how their beautiful faces and sweet voices attract their prey, but it was never recorded in history that a bloodsucker compelled a werewolf, so what could he be doing to me that was making me react like some cheap slut? 

 

I growled angrily at him, bringing his attention back to my eyes. "Don't even think about it," I warned.

 

"Why? You seduced me, and now you are afraid?" he asked.

 

"I did not seduce you," she said in gritted teeth. "Trust me, I hate what is happening right now, but it's all happening because that damned human drugged me."

 

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Kieran didn't understand what she said, but he didn't let it show; rather, he let go of her and retreated to a safe spot. He hated the effect the howler had on him, but perhaps he would blame it on this 'drug' she talked about. Humans had advanced over the years, so it would be possible they have developed something that could make a woman long for a man's touch. 

 

That was the only logical excuse he could find because there was no way a howler would long for a nightwalker and vice versa. Disgusting abomination. So it must be that the drug is affecting the both of them because never in his life would he allow himself to feel anything for a howler. Eww.

 

"Fine then, I will let you go today only because I'm in a good mood, but trust me, little wolf, if you cross my part again, I won't hesitate to treat you like I treated your ancestors," he smiled, and before she could reply, he was gone. 

 

He didn't go far though; he climbed to the tallest tree and watched her; he could see her staring at the part he had left from, but if only she knew he wasn't that way again. He tried to figure her out—how could a drug make her blood so tempting? How could a drug make him want to mark her? A feeling he has never felt before, not for a nightwalker nor any human, so why with her, a howler?

 

He glanced around the vast forest; a human had left that trap she stepped on, and for some reason he was reluctant to leave her alone; hence, the human came for her, but before he could be that soft, he stopped himself. Wouldn't it be better? At least the human would rid him off the howler that messed with his mind. He took his gaze back at her; she was now coiled up on the ground. He wondered why she didn't shift and run home, but before he could figure it out, he sensed someone coming, and with how lightly they walked, he knew it was one of his kind, and he suddenly grew wary of the nightwalker coming over and seeing her, and the fact that she was in her glory made him hate the idea even more, so he left his hiding spot to meet the nightwalker and prevent him from approaching her.

 

He hadn't gone far when he figured out who it was and somehow calmed down. "Jacob," he called, and the running man stopped and glanced at his part, "where are you off to?"

 

"My Prince," Jacob came to him in a blink of an eye. "You left the club, and you didn't tell me where you were going. I waited for you and decided to look for you. Then I smelled a werewolf and was worried that since you haven't regained all your powers, you will be at a disadvantage. Those idiots hunt in packs, so..." he shrugged.

 

Kieran smiled, "Yes, I haven't regained my full power, but not even a hundred Howlers can hurt me; I am an original after all."

 

"Indeed, my Prince, forgive this humble servant for his mistake," Jacob bowed apologetically.

 

"Whatever, I don't mind."

 

"Thank you, my prince. Where do you want to go from here? Should we hunt down the werewolf? I still have the scent," he growled.

 

"No need, I have finished him off," Kieran shot back immediately.

 

Jacob smiled, "No wonder I smelt the scent from you."

 

Kieran smiled and intended to walk off but stopped. "Jacob, what does it mean to be drugged?"

 

"Um, it depends on the kind of drug. The humans have developed a lot of pills in the recent years; there is one that can make you sleep, and there is one that will make you want to be with a woman or a woman with a man; it induces sexual feelings. So which drug is my prince asking about?"

 

"The one that induces sexual feelings."

 

"Oh, the human males mostly give it to their females; you will see it a lot in clubs. They will offer to buy a drink for her, and when she is not looking, they will add it to their drink. So when she takes it, in a short while, she will start getting the urge to be with someone, and that's when they will either take her home and have their way with her or to any hidden spot."

 

"I see," Kieran growled softly, and the face of the human flashed in his mind.

 

"Why do you ask my prince?"

 

"I overheard a woman complaining to a man that she was drugged when I was chasing the howler."

 

"Oh," Jacob nodded. "It's very common with them," he shrugged. "So, where to now?"

 

"Back to the club; I have an unfinished business," Kieran replied.

 

"Oh, alright then." Jacob was saying when the man ran off and he could only sigh and follow suit.

 

When they got to the club, Kieran searched around, and he didn't have to search for long, for he saw the sandy brown hair coming out of the exit with an intoxicated woman. For a short second, he pictured the little wolf as the woman in his hand, and the fact that it would have been like that if he hadn't made her run away angered him. "Jacob, wait here for me."

 

"But my Prince..." He wanted to protest, but the man was long gone. "I hate it when he does that," he complained.

 

Kieran followed the man silently and overhead his discussion with the woman. "Are you really sure you will take me home?" she asked.

 

"Of course, let's just get to my car; I will drive you home, I promise," he replied.

 

"Thank you," she said. "I can't believe I let myself get this drunk," she chuckled.

 

"Oh, don't worry, before we get you home you will feel better, and if you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask," he replied as he pressed the remote of a red Chevrolet and opened the passenger's door, helping her to get in. "You just wait here for me, baby; I'm coming in after you."

 

"Wow, you are rich," she praised.

 

"Just doing my best," he replied and shut the door, turning to go to the driver's side but only to stop short when he saw a man blocking his path. "Excuse me," he said, wanting to walk past him.

 

"Excuse you?" Kieran said with a smile, "You didn't notice me following you."

 

The man looked up at him then and was smitten by the man's beauty. "Sorry, I was occupied," he smiled. "Is there a problem?"

 

"Yes, there is; it's about the lady you offered a drink earlier."

 

"I'm sorry, I bought drinks for a lot of women tonight; which one exactly?"

 

"Intresting, many preys, huhh? Well, she had long, wavy brown hair and beautiful blue eyes," Kieran described, cursing himself internally at what he was doing but still couldn't stop himself.

 

"Oh, the beautiful one that escaped me, yeah, why?" the man asked.

 

Kieran smiled. "You shouldn't have," he said, but before the man could reply or make sense of what he said, he had buried his fangs on his neck, sucking him dry. He let his empty carcass drop on his feet and licked his lips dry. He kicked the corpse under the car before opening the car door. 

 

"What is taking you so long?" the woman in the car was asking when she saw the face of the man that opened the door and froze.

 

Kieran offered a dazzling smile, "He won't be coming back soon. I suggest you get down and find your way home; it would be better for you."

 

The woman reacted by throwing herself into his arms, "Then can you offer me a ride, handsome?"

 

Kieran perceived the sexual tension hovering in the air and knew the drug had taken effect on her. "I'm sorry, not a good driver, because my servant is yet to teach me how to operate this tool. But you can stay here till morning; no one would disturb you."

 

"But I want to go with you," she whined.

 

"Hey, who the hell are you? Where is Tom?" someone asked.

 

Kieran glanced at the man that was walking up to them. He pushed the lady into the car and turned to the man. 

 

"Nature called him," he smiled.

 

The man glanced from him to the car and back at him, "Who are you?"

 

"I was just leaving," he replied, wanting to walk by the man, but he placed his hand on his chest and stopped him.

 

"I asked who the hell are you?"

 

Kieran reacted fast, and in the next second, he had the man pinned on the car. "I said I was just leaving, so you either let me leave or I can show you where Tom went, your choice." 

 

The man lifted his hands in surrender, and Kieran smirked, letting him go, and without a glance at him, walked out of the parking lot. He met with Jacob where he was waiting. "You can go home, Jacob; I am going for a run."

 

"But my prince..." he started, but he was gone. He didn't let himself complain this time, as he told himself to get used to it while he walked over to their Maybach to go home.

 

Kieran didn't bother to know if Jacob was following him or if he took his order as he ran straight to the woods to check on a particular little wolf, even though he hated himself for doing so.