Taboo Relationship (Vetiver)

[Lavi Bookman]

The vampire bared his fangs when he found he had run into a trap set by the werewolves that had surrounded him. He was in an alley and it seemed as if he had misjudged the wolves. "Come at me! I can take all of you!" Rory growled as his long red hair whipped from side to side, held back in a ponytail. His jade eyes gleamed with battle lust and although he was scared of what might happen if he lost, he wasn't going to show it outwardly. No way in hell would these wolves win, even if he was outnumbered. Rory knew he had more speed than the wolves and vampires in general were probably stronger as well but not against a whole pack. It seemed as if his luck had just run out tonight. He sidestepped as one of the werewolves launched itself at him and attempted to swipe it's belly.

At the same time he ducked as another one pounced on him from a different angle. Yes, it was hard to avoid getting nicked when more than one opponent was attacking at the same time. He yelped when one of the wolves's claws happened to scrape along his side. Rory lashed out and managed to grab one of the werewolves around the neck and threw him into the alley wall with unnatural strength. More came at him and he continued to fight them off, getting injured in the process but he took comfort in the fact that his enemy was also taking damage. That made things worthwhile. But as time went by he could tell that if this continued for much longer he wouldn't be able to stand up to the onslaught and would eventually make a critical mistake that would get him killed.

Hopefully he could think up something that might turn the tide. But it was hard to think while avoiding attacks and delivering ones of his own.

 

[Vetiver]

It was close to the full moon. Werewolves' strength ebbed with the moon - it drained away as the moon waned, built as the moon waxed. A werewolf on his own when the moon was a slither in the sky stood no chance against a vampire - stronger than a human, supernaturally strong, but a vampire was stronger. Depending on age. Closer to the full moon, a werewolf was more a match for other creatures like vampires. Against a pack of them, Rory had no chance. It wasn't an uncommon occurence - rather like a sport. Find a vampire and play with it. Like dogs with a cat.

The older the vampire, the more powerful it was. The same went for wolves.

Jasper was well over a hundred years old. When he walked into a room, wolves listened to him. Sometimes, vampires listened to him, too, despite the bad blood spilled between them. He heard the commotion a mile away, hopping rooftops until he could see the fight below. He sneered. Yet another pack picking on a vampire, acting like nothing but animals. He should have left well alone. Before he even realised that he'd made the decision to, he jumped from the rooftop, landing in a crouch between the vampire and the wolves. Jasper snarled at the pack, his eyes flashing yellow.

He made an intimidating sight - he was well over six feet tall, all muscle and broad shoulders. A big man, strong and masculine, his body frozen in his early thirties, in its prime. He straightened up slowly, taking in the attackers with a quick flick of his grey eyes. "Go back to your pack lader, tell him he's to contact me." They didn't have to ask who he was - they knew. They also knew that discipline was on its way. Fear shone in their eyes. Good.

With the new pacts between werewolf and vampire kind, the heedless killing should stop. That went both ways - vampires were to stop preying on werewolves, and werewolf packs were supposed to stop hunting vampires. Sometimes, the kids still did it for sport. They were in trouble.

Vampire and werewolf kind still didn't like each other, but they were at an uneasy truce. For now.

Jasper turned to look at Rory. "My apologies for the kids," he said, with a faint grimace. "You're lucky I was the area. Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

 

[Lavi Bookman]

Rory yelped as one of the wolves managed to swipe his side once more. If things continued like this he would be taken out in another few minutes if he was unlucky or another fifteen minutes if he was lucky. He was bleeding freely all over his body and although the wounds would heal eventually if given time, the redhead was certain he wouldn't be given that. But the least he could do was take out as many wolves as he could with him when he went. With that thought in mind, he continued to fight against his opponents and managed to take out one a few moments later. Maybe the wolf had gotten cocky, thinking he was done for and had messed up. Or perhaps one of his blows had gotten lucky. Rory spun around, covered in blood as a newcomer dropped into the area. He regarded Jasper.

"Yet another one? Bring it on!" Rory snarled, his spirit not diminished in the least or so it seemed. But when the wolf spoke and effectively halted the fighting, the redhead narrowed his eyes. What was this one playing at? Not to mention the fact that Jasper apologized to him. "Lucky? I don't need help from a mutt!" He exclaimed, jade eyes flashing at Jasper. Rory had never liked werewolves, not from the very start and he wasn't about to start liking one just because he happened to drive a pack of wolves away from him. Yes, he might have helped him out of a fatal confrontation but he wasn't about to show gratitude. Still, he wasn't suicidal enough to stay in the midst of the pack when he had a way out. Rory stalked off, or rather he limped away from the other wolves rather quickly.

He wasn't going to take any chances with them. If he could find some of his own kind he would be much better off. It just so happened that he was going in the same direction as Jasper but that was merely coincidence. He had countless injuries and they were severe enough to prevent him from using his usual vampire abilities such as speed and strength but he wasn't about to tell his savior that. Noticing that Jasper was still around after they had gotten a distance away from the pack, Rory glared at the wolf. "You don't have to stick around with me. I'll be fine." He growled and turned away from the wolf, only to stumble over a rock in the road. Damn it... he was going to fall he could sense it and yet his muscles weren't working at the moment. Lovely, he was going to look like a retard.