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Between Fangs and a Hard Place ( Christine x Viktoff Samson )

Viktoff Samson

Viktoff Samson

Supernova
Joined
May 16, 2016
Location
Maine
Although it were a sunny and crisp early Sunday morning, the curtains were drawn and the lights were off. Laying across a fine leather couch, a tall male in an unbuttoned silky black dress shirt casually shifted through the pages of a big musky book. What little sun that entered the room gently lit his firm chest and abs along with his toned forearms as he'd reach forward to turn another page. Ice blue eyes traveled across the lines of text with little interest until he'd get to the very next page. An ilustration of some lunar harvest moon shape drew his attention along with the text under it making his pupils almost grow in sheer delight. Though, his lips and smooth skin wouldn't be graced with a smile even as his phone lit up to signify an incoming call.

Miles and miles away from the city had sat a beautiful country town where four young men lounged around and prepared a beat-up red pickup truck for a trip. The shortest and relatively bone-thin male frowned as his call canceled from the other end long before any answering machine would greet him. On the other side of the truck, facing the road stood two of the young men. One of such wore black jeans, a white tanktop and a black unzipped hoodie as he leaned back against the truck and watched the road. His own brown eyes, not contrasting well with his long white hair, spotted the new human woman that they've chanced a few interactions with before. A vulgar cheering whistle left his lips along with a smile as he almost couldn't help himself having liked what he saw. The male to his left slugged his shoulder so hard that the lewd whistler would lose his footing and fall over with a laugh.

"Don't mind him!" Came a more reasonable voice from the last of the four males as he got greasy, still working under the hood of the truck. The more boyishly charming of the four tucked his phone in his pocket before giving the human woman a big wave and soft amile. Partly to make up for his friend who was now climbing to his feet, and partly because he was just so excited to see her.

"New girl! We might go see a movie! Wanna come?" The waving male earnestly invited her to join them by raising his voice. The other males almost comically looking to each other in wordless disbelief as their runt of the group seemingly acted so forward with the cute human woman. Of course, they were all game for the idea.
 
The girl stood with a hip jutted to one side, her right arm draped across her slender body, clasping the elbow opposite. She never liked nicknames, and since she moved in this forsaken place, she was gifted plenty. One of it was 'New Girl'. Though, it sounded correct since she as she was the new girl in town. A town so different from the one she used to live before. She was used to live in a city with noisy avenues and crowdy roads. Most of the time the sky couldn't be seen, as it was hidden under enormous skylines. Everyone was in a hurry, and did not pay much attention to the other. Though, here things were different. And although, at first it seemed no one cared or seemed not to noticed her. All eyes were pinned on her. How would an outsider, end in their perfect close town. The young petite girl was also looking for that answer. Was it back luck or just coincident, when she choose to transcript in that school, only because it would be the only one accepting her.

Her head lolled down to one shoulder casting her bobbed hair onto the faded pink shirt that was two sizes too big. As she glared at the boy that was whistle to her. Most of the times around the day she would come cross those four. And although, there was something mystical surrounded them, she had decided to stay away. She never minded hanging around with boys. Most of her friends were males. It was easier to have male friends than females. She paused, interesting in the offer. She was rusting around this parts with nothing better to do. Watching a movie sounded like a good choice. She paused gazing at him trying to decided if she should go or not.

Her azure dark eyes seem to reflect the blue of the sky, as she glanced at them. Her clothes were so casual, the ubiquitous look all the young girls had: tight jeans, wide necked shirt (even if it was two size bigger) and cute brown boots. Although, she was trying to hide her petite pretty body inside her attire it was still noticeable. Firm hips, that were small though round enough to get the attention. Firm round chest, size B. Her body was thin, though it her muscles were outlined enough, to show she was trained. Her face was pale, like porcelain pale. Two big eyes, a pixie nose and thin lips were placed on it. Her hair long, brown red curly put up in a ponytail.

She glanced at them again, only the comical looks made her say 'No'. Though, she was not a usual human girl. She was curious one, that would draw herself into troubles. All of the time. She smiled back at them with the same irony on her gaze. "Alright, I will join you! My name is Christine, not New Girl!" she said loudly and clearly as she walked over where the boys were standing.
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Unfortunately for Christine, she'd fine that the common hair colors around town we're either raven black or a white/blonde sort. This depicted of which family the werewolves were as their genetics were unusually tight in terms of heritage. In a way, her allure would only be added too with this difference, she'd stand out just this much further. Though, the fact that she wasn't impractically bone thin, or chubby did lend her some means of blending in. Even the non-native werewolves that have migrated in were almost sculpted as though some greater deity crafted them. All accept the shorter one who spoke to her now. He was quite considerably thin, though roughly her age and height. "Just Christine, eh?" He remarked, stepping around the truck. "Well, I'm Jimmy. And this here is my cousin Micheal." Jimmy gave the taller older one who was working on the truck a poke. Their hair and eyes were the same though the bodies that framed those colors couldn't be more different. Michael was tall and fit, wearing just baggy jeans and sneakers as if the crisp morning air was still to hot for him. The night sea blue that they shared in their eyes were shaped by Jimmy's positivity allowing them to be wide open and accepting. Micheal's were narrow, like he was always scanning for a con, but his stained white and red ball cap's shade and sharp grin definitely made him seem at least approachable.

The two who were average height were a little more alike than other two. The whistler rubbed his deep purple bruised shoulder as he chuckled softly and covered it with the shoulder of his black hoodie. "H-heh. Sorry about that. Yeah. I'm Kyle. And my asshole brother here is Ken." He'd still not look right at her as he winced over his shoulder pain and wanted to not look like he was bitching out over it. Ken being the second oldest wore a pair of wireless headphones with moderate lengthened platinum blonde hair and auburn brown eyes. His skin was the most pale as his own dark colored hoodie had it's hood up, it was zipped up and he wore similar baggie jeans like Michael did. He was apparently enjoying low volume music with a single blue wire leading up to his left ear and anchoring in one of his pockets. He'd raise two fingers with a smile. "Yo." He'd give her nonchalantly, not having anticipated that she'd actually agree to come along.

Jimmy laughed a little, obviously finding Ken's weak ass greeting to be out of place. "The theatre is one of the drive in movies that we keep hearing some of the older folk talking about." Jimmy explained as he peered in under the hood to help Micheal. The older raven haired male would chime in with his deeper voice. "It's probably going to be a cheesy scary movie. Still interested?" He challenged her with a grin, lightheartedly but his voice rolled with depth as his darker blue eyes shot to her.
 
Christine had already noted the unique hair color that the people around the town had. It was a strange black color, you would never expect humans to have, but more furry animals. Even the 'blonde' haired people had the same uncommon hair. If it was just in their bloodline, or it was just how they looked she yet didn't know. And honestly, she did not care to find their routes. She had though to admit, her red hair made her stand out. If she would want to pass unnoticed it would not be an option. Her reddish pony-tail flow down her back, stopping in a line around her hips. Her perfect curly hair would give her away. Her thoughts were cut off when the shorter of the boys spoke to her. She turned and faced him. Her eyes were noticing every detail. He seemed rather thin, or at least she thought that way. "Christina Wilson, is my fully name! If You must know!" she responded back with the same tone in her voice as earlier. "Jimmy and Micheal!" she repeated more to herself so she would not forget the names. Looking stupid was the last thing she wanted. Her eyes stared a bit as she checked the body differences. She decided not to judge, she didn't know that well the boys after all.

Her muscle definition was perfect as she walked with the confidence few steps closer and waved to the last two. "Kyle, Ken!" she repeated the last two names. "Hi!" she said referring to everyone "Nice to meet you! I think so, right!?" she added with a tease in her voice. Her body was now clear seen as she had stepped near. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. Though, she was also able to look better at the four boys. That now started to seem more human than before. She felt nervous at the mere sight of them. After all she was new around those parts, and she did not have any friends. And those four seemed not like easy going folks. In a way she liked it that. It would make her boring life in that town more alive. Yet, she never expect the real outcome of that town.

Her curves would fill out just a little, just enough to give her her adult shape, as she let her hand rest against the truck. She listened at Jimmy's words and smirked at his challenging words. She could choose to be scared and walk at her home's safety. Or she could dare and follow them. Maybe she would enjoy a good movie and find a few new friends. She choose to ignore the eerie feelings those four were given and follow. "Jimmy, right!?" she waited to be ensured that she got the name right "Well, It would take more than a cheesy scary movie to scare me. I am in!" she responded and walked over waiting to be offered a seat. Her azure blue eyes would glance each of them as she was standing there with her hands inside her pockets.​
 
The boys couldn't help it, she seemed almost bubbly in personality, and cuter than a sexy little button. Of course they would look to her, often. Though it would appear that they had some manners, not letting themselves be caught nearly salivating while absorbing her with their eyes. A deep and short chuckle would leave Micheal as he'd shut the hood. "You'll need a little more time to learn our names, it seems. And that's okay, as Kyle's whistle may have shown you-We don't generally hang out with girls with the full gang. Maybe we have some growing to do." He would try to seem reasonable enough, adjusting the ball cap over his almost silky black hair. "Just to help you remember.." He made his way towards her and extended a rough, working man's hand. It contrasted poorly with his handsome looks and gym looking body. "Names Micheal, and the challenge was mine."

Whether she'd shake his hand and be a sport about it or not wouldn't hurt his feelings none as he turned the pop open the driver's side door and hop in to turn the key. The pickup came to life with very little whine or complaint as Ken gave the cabin roof of the truck a solid pat.

"Well, Gentlemen and Christine... Here's the deal." Ken started as he popped the earbud out and stretched a bit. "Obviously there's only two seats up front and I do believe Micheal is driving his own truck. So, I suggest we let Christine here decide if she wants to sit in the truck or in the open air in the back."

Michael chipped in shortly after with: "It's Christine or Ken upfront, her choice. The runts gotta enjoy the open air." He teased, waiting for the newcomer to make her decision. Hee concerns or fears of them being legitimate as regardless of their good guy intentions, they were the equivalents of big lions in strength but faster. And unlike the animal kingdom, they would lust for her whether they were mature enough to downplay it or not. And yet, if she were brave, there certainly wasn't going to be a dull moment with this young men in this country town.
 
Most of the time she was not aware of her cuteness, her bubbly personality could easy hide that part of her. Her white skin was completely flawless. I doubt she used face masks or expensive products, that really wasn't her m.o. She was all about simplicity, making things easy. She needed to be clean and casual dress. If she would ever put more effort in trying to look good. She would be a masterpiece. Ignoring the stares, that only lasted for few seconds. She turned to face at the male that was Micheal and not Jimmy as she thought. She tilted her head and smiled as she caught herself to have already mixed them up. She lifted her arm and shook hands with him. Her palm was soft and her skin seemed like silk as she tighten her grip around his hand "Right, Micheal! Though, do know... I may mix your name few more times ...before I say it right!" she responded pinning her gaze against him. Then she freed his hand, and stepped back.

Christine gazed at the front see next to Micheal. Then she turned and faced Ken. Her curly hair would move with her like, her body and hair were in equal same motions. "I guess since I cannot drive!" she smirked "I'll prefer the open air!" "After all there is always more to see, when sitting in the open air." she added. She walked by Ken giving him one more look an walked around the cabin. She let her hand rest against the metal bar, until she would grab it tightly and lift herself up.

"Then, It's the open air!" she announced "Since you have me decide!" Christine grabbed tight against the metal bar and slowly helped herself to jump into the cabin roof. She did not wait to be shown were she could sit. She choose the seat in the center and let herself rest. That day when she had allowed herself to me so close with them. She never, not once thought, what downplay they would come cross. She was only acting as a rebel young girl. She had not found out the mystery of the town, and its people. She let her fingers tangle through her hair as she was waiting for the others.​
 
Shaking her hand was simple and incredibly light, for both of them. Despite appearing to be a hard working country guy with a body that appears to make him a suitable actor for the next superman movie, he didn't even come close to hurting her hand in their handshake. Even human guys underestimate their own strength during this often innocuous greeting. Yet, this strong and rough around the edges guy showed such a presence of mind as to give Christine a firm grip without going any further. His dark blue eyes now lined the road ahead of him as Ken nonchalantly accepted Christine's decision, taking his own spot in the passenger seat.

Kyle and Jimmy also gripped the sides of the truck, popping right into their own spots over the make-shift seats that the metal over the wheels provided. Often, if it weren't for the rough roads, these sorts of upward and flat dents of the bed of the truck could make for a fine place for a bear. At least, when the truck is parked, it isn't so bad. Jimmy was on her right as he sat leaning forward with his elbows on his legs and his his face resting in his palms. His blue eyes would be on her with a casual smile. To her left would sit Kyle as he leaned back against the truck frame with his arms spanned out across it and his long white hair would free flow as he looked anywhere but at Christine. Kyle's right leg t-crossed across his left lap quite casually. Here she could see that Kyle and Jimmy shared similar tastes in ankle socks and thick skateboarder sneakers that weren't even remotely clean. Jimmy wore a black T-shirt and slightly less baggy blue jeans as his thin frame would make goodies and baggy jeans look way too goofy.

As the truck got moving, Ken reached back to slide the square window open that would allow the whole gang and Christine to continue chitchatting. Ken would even give Christine a bit of a smile and a thumbs up before sitting properly in the passenger side seat again. After a moment of silence on the slightly bunny thinly tarred roads, the long haired whistler from before, Kyle would speak up as his eyes remained on the road before them. "So, got any boyfriends?" He'd seem to know that the question was a bit rough as his smile grew just a bit playfully. Jimmy would not to this question, his big blue eyes looking for Christine's azure sky blue ones before he would add to the conversation before she could. "Clearly good looking as you are, you gotta have a boyfriend somewhere, right? Maybe he didn't move with you?" Unlike the playful Kyle, Jimmy was being earnest and curious as he asked his questions.
 

Christine sat down, as cozier as she could against the metallic cabin as she rested against the window behind her. A bit further was sitting Jimmy and Kyle. She gathered her legscloser to her chest, as she leaned forward. Her fists rested against her hips. She glanced at them for time to time, as Michele was driving them towards the theater. The red haired female bit her lip and she was twirling a curl around her finger. As they were talking she leaned back noting more details about the two boys. They seemed friendlier than before, though some of their questions could easy annoy her. Kyle could ask touch questions, questions you would not usually ask someone you just met. She furrowed her long thin brow. Her gaze was fixed against him. “No! I’m single!” She responded with a soft, but fast tone.

She threw her head back. Her red curly pony-tail, waved against her face. She lifted her hands and fixed her hair. Christine clench her jaw, as they were talking. She narrowed her eyes, and was ready to answer them back loud and clearly. “Thanks for the kind words! I guess!” She said to Jimmy. “If you must know, I had a boyfriend. We broke up when I moved here. You see long distance relationships don’t work!” She added honestly. She sat with one arm resting against her leg and the other draped along her back. Since they already have chosen complicated questions. She would not hold back and ask them “And how about you. Any girlfriends?” She quizzed with a teasing tone. Her gaze would shift as she waited for an answer. She had to admit her evening seemed more fun than spending it alone at home.

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"Single, eh?" Kyle started with more interest in the conversation now. His brown eyes returning to Jimmy in front of him before moving down so he could get an eye-full of Christine. His hair moved wildly with the wind now as the truck moved ever more faster on the open road. "That's hard to imagine from a looker of a city girl like you. Though, yeah, I suppose the whole distance thing makes it more clear." He moved one of his hands as a bit of a gesture as he spoke, accentuating a line as he returned back to looking at the road ahead.

Jimmy looked away as he ran some fingers through his hair, fighting the urge to stammer after her giving thanks for his compliment. "W-well yeah, of course. No sense in lying about that." He didn't figure she'd be the type to deny that, for a human, she was sex appeal the very definition. Of course they were going to enjoy her company as is. Though, her seeming lack of shyness and bubbly positive attitude made her that much more fun.

As she asked if they had any girlfriends, Kyle seemed to clear his throat and sit forward, a tiny bit closer to Christine as if he knew he were going to be the one tackling that question. "Well, none of us are in commitments right now, but when we are a little older we'll be looking to settledown. See, Micheal there is only twenty two, being two years older then Ken. And we have a theory that ugh.. Town guys like us flip like a switch. See, Micheal's got some cootie-virus for this one chick. But, for Ken, myself, and Jimmy boy here, Town girls our age keep relationships to ugh... One or two 'encounters'. Y'know?" He seemed more serious and friendly than before, this version of Kyle using his hands even more as he spoke and as he looked to Christine more honestly, trying to explain what might be different about this place than what Christine might be used to. In a way, he was speaking to her as if they've been trusted buddies for a while and he's just explaining some foreign land that Christine stumbled into. "Except that Jimmy here is a virgin and girls in town don't exactly fawn over the way he's been starving himself here and there."

"I don't do that!" Jimmy retorted to Kyle raising one of his fists.

Kyle defused the conversation with a shrug as he looked away, almost as if to say the shape of Jimmy himself was all of the evidence he needed. And it was.
 
It was odd for her to make a connection so fast, to give her trust so easily, tentative though it was. The truck was now speeding on the open road. Her pony-tail waved against the wind, she had to pull it in front of her, and keep it there. Her fingers were running through her long hair as she was listening to Kyle. Christine, had many flaws, specially when it came to relationships she could do the one mistake after the other. Though, she would never keep an open relationship with someone that was not at least at the same town as she was. She smirked at Jimmy's answer. Of course she knew how sexy she was. Even if she wanted to forget that, she was constantly reminded by everyone in her old school. That was the reason, she was trying to hide some of that hotness by wearying few sizes bigger than her actually size.

The young girl cast a soft glance at Kyle, who had moved a tiny closer to her. She turned her attention to him. As he was giving out too many details about everyone. She found him even friendlier than before, as he could talk with her like they were old buddies. She let out a light giggle, finding a bit bizarre that he actually answered her. "Honestly! I did not expect an answer. Then your all single ...or better not committed." she responded. Her mind was wheeling at the new information as she found it a bit odd that all four were single. "Well, I am 4 years younger than Micheal and I had always a boyfriend. There were rare times I was single. To be honest, it is a bit odd that all of you are single. But since the girls in your town are so open minded and let you have few 'encounters'. Well, why bother to be in a relationship!" she spoke out her thoughts with out even over thinking.

She blushed a bit and smiled, when Jimmy was said to be still a virgin. All her friends in her old town, no one was a virgin. She gazed at him "Nothing is wrong with that! Though, how did you survived at school! In my old school being a virgin, was a bigger deal than being slutty. You guys don't get bullied about things like that?" she asked a bit curious. "Surely your town is strange. Have you always lived in this town, I mean all four of you?" she added as she was still tangling her fingers across her long hair.​
 
The two boys couldn't keep their eyes off of her as she touched her gorgeous red hair, even as she kept her pony tail under control. They tried to be respectful, but as the younger duo of the gang, Kyle being Christine's age and Jimmy being a year younger, they weren't going to be the best at hiding their interests. Jimmy took her comment about Kyle's answer first. His kinder, softer voice making the words seem that much more from the heart as they were. "Of course. You're a very different sort of person and our town isn't like any other place in the whole world. You should rely on us whenever you can for information or for your own safety. It'd be cruel of us to pass on the chance to help you out when outsiders are usually shunned and forgotten here." At the very last bit, Kyle had a bit of a stern look for Jimmy. Though, the white haired man nodded in agreement, it was clear that they both wanted to help her find her place in their unusual town.

"That's a fine way to skip over the relationship topic, runt." Kyle teased with a partly sharp toothy grin. The tone wasn't harsh, though. "As for the relationship thing... Well, maybe it's something in the air, but it's more... Physical in nature. Body language. It's rare that boys and girls of our sort plan to meet up just for a friendly 'venture such as this. The commitment stuff gets serious when we're older. Gotta find the right pairing for a good looking healthy litter." Kyle scrambled a bit in his otherwise coolheaded explanation. It'd help if he could just tell her that they were werewolves and that being alone with a girl of their age and type made level headed conversation practically impossible. Though, he couldn't just divulge that information so freely. "Maybe you shouldn't mention that you're hanging out with us around the girls in class. Okay? We can't just hang out with them like we are with you for lots of reasons and I don't think you'll be able to avoid making enemies like that."

Jimmy nodded to Kyle before listening to her next question. "This town was practically forgotten some fifteen years ago. I hear wildlife made more rational minded folk move out. Bears, coyotes." He then pointed to himself. "My family, the Creeds" And then he pointed to Kyle. "And the Fairgroves, we gathered up family friends and distant relatives and moved in here finding that the existing structures were suitable and we can hunt the bears and such together. It was a match made in heaven. Though, there used to be a fued, that was decades ago. It seems the older members of our family have some marriage planned to bring us together." Jimmy took a deep breath, realising he's been talking a lot. With a quick look to the window, Ken tossed a smile and a thumbs up to them. It might have been unusual, but Jimmy and Kyle took it to mean that they weren't saying anything they couldn't.
 
Christine leaned against the truck, as she could noticed their eyes were mostly fixed on her. The cold breeze tousled Christine's hair and pinked her cheeks, as Micheal was still driving the car in the open road. That strong breeze, cause some of her personal smell to be revealed. Her scent was intoxicating. She smelt entirely different. She consisted of a scent that represented roses of crimson bloom. Her fingers stopped playing with her hair, as she was now resting them against her collarbone. She was paying attention more to their words. "I might use that offer some day. If I need information or help, I'll ask you!" she said with a genius smile on her face. Truth been said, she never had problem to adjust in a new town. Though, she has been in their town for a week now, and she still felt like an outcast.

The wind that kept blowing was more delicious than any flavor. Somehow the aroma captured everything good in around her. Her scent was so much more exotic; they could recognize the brand of perfume she used; as it was a famous one. Her finger tips were now touching her neck. Her actions were clueless as she had pinned all her attention in their chat that was slowly getting more interesting. She lifted her eyes and gazed at Kyle "Indeed, You cannot expect to get all serious when still young. I do get that. Though, it is kind of odd that you all share the same ideas about that. I mean, having a girlfriend or a boyfriend wouldn't mean that you will end up in a more serious relationship? or things work differently here?" she asked. Though, her questions was pointless, since she already could feel that they had some unwritten rules, she would have to find out, to fit with everyone. "Don't worry. I never talk about my life with strangers. And I am not seeing being friends with any of those girls any soon." she added as she turned her gaze away.

The fine breeze softly remain, and those were not the only sweet flavors coming out of her. If anyone could be few inches closer to her, her body let behind the sense Ripe Red Strawberries, with a taste of Blueberry. That was her body sense, with out her using any body lotion. She smelled like spring and summer. And if she ever sweat, the Strawberry odor would get stronger. She received more answers than she was hopping. Again, Kyle as well as Jimmy surprised her in a good way. "That means your last name is Creed?" she lifted her hand from her neck and pointed at Jimmy. "And yours Fairgorves?" she pointed at Kyle. Then her fingers rested again on her neck. She softly dragged them a bit lower to her chest as she found again her hair and started tangling it. "What can I say? I am really confused. Your town seems old fashion like I thought. Though, there are some modern and open ways. Then again, you are getting married by arrange marriage. Sounds wrong. You should be able to chose your own future. Who you would be with, or what you will do next. But that is my personal opinion." she told them. She clearly had noticed how strange this town was.​
 
"Kyle and Ken Fairgrove, at your service." Kyle noted with an understanding tone that the plural was a little oddly placed in Jimmy's sentence. Though, he'd admit that it couldn't be helped. The Creed family and Fairgrove family were going to become one big werewolf family with territory to boot. This would likely be the first big unity between such a divided species of monster. "And I don't really think it's progressive that we don't rag on each other for our... Numerous 'Encounters'. For young adults in our town it isn't too off to imagine having a boy cat and a girl cat that just don't get along at any given time. But, then a heat could hit for some 'cats' and they just can't leave each other alone for the night. Like a strong pull or emotion. It isn't something to be ashamed of, here. There's a time for when we need to be mature about such things."

Jimmy shook his head and grew visibly sadder as he looked over his shoulder, tearing his eyes away from her touches to her neck and collar bone and her hair that was already getting to him and Kyle. It was the mention of the marriage that got to him. "No. Not everyone. Don't you think we'd have to worry about everyone being each other's first cousins if we did that? That'd be scary. No no. It's my brother." He started, clearly failing his attempt to make light of her comment as he still seemed upset. If he had doggy ears in his hair, they'd be downward. Luckily, they weren't going to transform in front of her out of the blue.

"Yeah." Kyle cut in, not losing his smile as he smelled her fruit scents at this distance. Himself and Jimmy giving off a thick freshly cut wood scent like oak or pine. They'd make a blind person feel like they were deep in a forest with their own natural scents. "His cocky prick asshole older brother is going to make pups with my gorgeous, kind, admirable older cousin Natasha. And to my understanding, they're agreeing to it." To Kyle's comment, it would seem that Micheal's foot grew heavier on the pedal as the engine was louder and they soared across the open long roads. It was possible to deduce that Micheal cared about what he said in a way, but it could have been a coincidence as the connection was very very very loose.

"He isn't an as whole. My big bro just has a lot going on. I wouldn't know what to do in his position." Jimmy tried to explain, looking seriously at Kyle even if he seemed a bit lost. Both Micheal and Jimmy were very closely tied to this topic.
 
Everything about Christine was natural, even her body language. She could never rest her hands or her body. Her fingers would play with her hair, next they would sensual touch her skin against her neck and collarbone or they would just rest against her shoulder. Her nose picked up the freshly wood scent. A natural scent of autumn around the forest. She closed her eyes, as she smelled through their scent. "Then you are telling me that your folks are turned in passion kittens every night, and basically are not a threat even to the ones that they don't get along. Strange town, and even stranger it's people." she replied in a soft tone as she opened her eyes. There was a vulnerability in her eyes someone could not easy resist, when it appeared.

As she was carefully thinking about how mature this town really was. They didn't sounds like a human community, more like a wild animal one. She laughed at her thought. "Thankfully, you are not having everyone married like that. You would end up to be a big happy family then. Honestly, I am glad that not everyone is listed to be married with someone else. I don not want to end up single for ever in this town." the young human relieved as she gazed at Kyle and Jimmy. A few minutes ago they were strangers and now they could talk open with out any taboos. She has been always like that. She had her own shy moments. Yet, she was a honest person that would speak her mind out with out shame if she had too.

Christine tilted her head as Kyle cut them off revealing more information about them. "That means that Micheal is already set to marry your cousin. Oh! Boy! This town is maybe more interesting than I thought." she giggled "But I cannot judged that, If they both agree. We may then have a wedding soon! I hope I will be invited!! I love wedding cakes." she cheered with a smile on her face. The truck would pumped into a puddle, after Micheal started to drive faster. Her breasts were not silicone made, they were small, perfectly shaped and cute. They would pounce lightly. Revealing, how they were in proportion to her small frame, not spreading and stretched. They were the perfect size.

"I am sure, he is a good person! I do not have a personal opinion yet. Since I just met.." she paused suddenly and gazed at Kyle a bit confuse. "Wait! You said pups? They will make pups?" she questioned him "You placed it funny. Sometimes you sound a bit mysterious in a scary way!" she admit.​
 
Of course her bouncing and perfectly portioned breasts would catch their attention even through her choice of garments and top that was two sizes too big. Truth be told, they were both looking to her with increased and every increasing interest. Truthfully, they didn't have to be horny dogs to want to slowly remove her clothes and play pervy doctor with her petite sexy body. Just about any boy would. They gave each other a serious eye to eye contact, as if debating several topics through mere body language.

After Jimmy gave him a subtle slow no by turning his head side to side, Kyle grinned and looked back to Christine's chest and biting one of his fingers softly as though he were fighting a bit of pressure in his gut. "N-no. I get there's like a hundred of us. But, Micheal isn't Jimmy's brother. Micheal is a chill dude and Jimmy's brother is some narcissistic freak."

It would appear that Jimmy's own cheeks grew a touch exposed to the wind as he looked up and down Christine's perfect body as well. He'd completely miss the chance to object to Kyle painting his older brother poorly again. "Yeah, saying pup and litter referring to babies and kids is pretty popular around here." Jimmy raised a hand to his mouth as spoke, pulling his eyes away again. He didn't want the new girl to catch him drooling. Truth be told, Jimmy was probably the safest guy for her to hang out with if she wasn't looking for a hard dicking out of no where in the middle of the night. He was considerably the sweetest and kindest of the males around his age. Though, the adult werewolves were very tame and polite, having out grown the compulsions of young adult hormones.

Kyle, on the other hand, wasn't too shy about his eyes rocking up and down her body. She was turning him on and he didn't hide it. Even if he weren't going to say creepy shit or just come onto her hard and fast physically. None of this gang were particularly interested in mistreating Christine that way as unlike a female werewolf, it just wasn't going to be a fair little wrestle. "You're a bit young to be settling down... Ugh, for a city girl. No?" Kyle raised an eyebrow suggestively. "I'm sure if you're looking for less modest prospects you could set your sights on just about anyone... For a night or two."

"Oy! Don't start getting frisky back there! We're almost there." Ken sounded up, letting his touch of a faded Canadian accent sneak in. They've been on the road a little while, it was later into the afternoon. Though, even when they got there they would need to wait for it to get darker for the theatre to start up.
 
The high speed of the truck was not on her side. Her breasts would pounce often, and only her shirt had saved her few times. That was after all the reason she was wearing it. She could sense their eyes on her. She did not mind the attention. She was always candied by the opposite gender. She was used hungry looks on her. Yet, she had to admit they were not like horny-hungry. More like they were observing what was in their sight. Her petite structure was no resting all against the truck's window.

"Then there two personalities in one. Interesting! Well, knowing me well I will have the pleasure to meet both of your brothers Jimmy!" she teased as she cast a glance towards Micheal, who was still driving. If the ride would last any longer she would know more things about those four. And honestly she loved it. They slowly got her curious, about their town. About themselves, and even about Natasha. She nipped on her lips as she was thinking, more and more about the town.

She had a simple pair of light pink colored lips. She kept nipping on those lips. The top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush. If the eyes were the gateway to the soul, the lips were gateway for the body. They were promising softness, passion and sweetness to come. Christine lifted her eyes and pinned them against Kyle, listening carefully. He was right. She was not into anything serious, at the moment. She loved her freedom. And the options she had with it. "I never said I was serious.. Or that I could not look for a less modest prospects.. and since your town offers that, who knows I may take my chances!" she whispered softly winking at him. It was more to mock him than really to tease him. Though, thankfully they were interrupted by Ken. Before more was said. "Are we almost there? Or will we get more awkward?" she added as she turned away and looked at Ken.​
 
Ken knew he wanted to pop and eyebrow up, quirk a cheesy grin and insist things could always get more Awkward. "Sadly, we're just about there." He'd shrug before Micheal nodded and pulled the wheel into the drive leading to a booth. As they were just that much early they didn't have to park in a weird line.

The truck glided up the path on a marked grass line as they got to said booth. The human woman behind the booth was about to complain about Micheal's shirtless bod, but she caught his grin. Even though she had a good ten or so on any of them, Micheal was afraid to skeeze his way into wearing whatever he wanted wherever he went. And lucky enough for him, this lady would shamelessly flirt with him a little before he forked up the dough for the five of them and the little toll gate opened up for them to roll in. He didn't leave without getting the little device that let the truck radio play the movie audio first, but they would then take their place in the perfect spot. The open field breeze had been quite nice and the sun had begun it's slow descent behind the tall and wide board for the screen.

The truck would rattle a little until it was properly off as Micheal got out to stretch his legs, but Ken stayed in his seat. Both Kyle and Jimmy also got up but they went to the big silver cooler that rest up against the upward pinned tailgate. They would get themselves cold bottles of ice water.

Micheal rubbed his chin in the reflection of the window, taking his ball cap off as he ran a hand through his dark hair. The hair would fall perfect into his hollywood movie version of a male model's rugged hair cut with bangs. They didn't do anything special with their hair, but werewolf genes made them all beyond conventionally attractive compared to humans. His pale skin had the slightest color from the sun and he had no facial hair, just like the other three. Brushing his cheek with his fingers, he'd look to Christine. "You're a girl. What do babes like you think about beards?" Micheal had asked her with his narrow eyes and casual grin look. Truthfully, it would be hard to imagine they weren't all sculpted straight from late teen's wet dream after reading super cheesy adult romance novels.
 

Most paid attention to her beauty and her colors. With red hair of wool and her head held high, she effortless enjoyed the ride those have offered her. Christine had a kind of understated beauty. Indeed she knew she was sexy, though she never named herself beautiful. Perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. To be in her company was to feel that you too were someone, that you had been warmed in summer rays regardless of the season. She would draw your attention in a good or bad way, you could not just ignore her. Maybe, that was the reason she had confident in herself.

She stretched her body build as they had reached their destination. It seemed that the new comer, was really curious about the open theater. Living in a big city, never offered her the possibility to watch a movie in the open. She stared at the woman behind the booth, who seemed to flirt with Micheal. She could see why. The male had a mystic aura and attractive body. She had noticed that, since their hand shake. The gate opened and Christine, turned around to watch every detail. Like a small child that was brought to fun park. She lifted her head a bit higher, observing her surroundings.

They were finally there. She let out a small cheer, mostly to herself. Her first night, doing something different than being at home. She stood up and was stretched with her hands against the air, as Micheal asked her a question. She tilted her head confused, staring at him. "I am not sure!" she responded and walked to the end of the trucks cabinet. Her azure blue eyes were still pinned on his face trying to think him with a beard. She started laughing really loud "Sorry! Actually, girls like beards. I am not sure, if you would look good, with one!" she explained. Then she lifted her hand towards him. "Now be a gentlemen and help me to step!!" she politely asked. She need to walk on steady ground. All the vibrations in the truck made her ass cheeks kind of sore.​
 
Micheal wasn't planning on doing anything or absorbing any sort of meaning out of Christine's answer. After all, he mostly asked as he was feeling increasingly more and more vulnerable over the arranged between his crush and the snake known as Damon Creed. He also couldn't grow facial hair, though the males of the Creed Family already had quite the jawline and a firm chin so they wouldn't need to rely on bushy beards to hide anything. Though, Ken and Kyle's father had quite the gnarly curly platinum blonde beard that made Micheal rethink a few things. Of course, it wasn't the one thing he was missing to be considered an Alpha male worthy of Natasha's hand in marriage. Deep down, Micheal wanted to fight to the death to show everyone the truth. Damon was a freak among monsters and Natasha belonged to Micheal. And he might do just that.

Snapping out of a light trance, Micheal curtly accepted Christine's hand as he helped her down from the truck. Looking down into her eyes with his narrow pair, Micheal would quickly move to shrug like the question was no big deal. The field was quite large and the board was larger than life while being uniformly grey. They were about a quarter way of the field away from said board and slight to the right which was the side opposite of the road. Several football field lengths back sat a small building that was centered with the board to project onto it. The field was delightfully green with short short grass blades having all sides of it surrounded by a thick forest that was quite deep on each side. It grew darker and darker.

Jimmy and Kyle climbed onto the roof of the cabin to claim their preferred seats, careful to not scuff up the red of the truck with their sneakers. Looking to each other again, they chuckled a bit as they saw Ken make his way to the nearest forest edge to light something up and smoke from it. Neither of the younger boys drank or smoke anything. "Hmm. We all have our spots." Jimmy started, looking down and back to Christine with a small wave. "These are our usual... But we should figure out where Christine fits in somewhere."
 
She lifted her chin, fixing her shirt around her hips. 'You’ve got this.' she thought 'It is not that high!'. Christine could climb very well, actually she was very good in rock hiking. Her issue was the heights. No, she was not scared of the high building or crossing a bridge. It was the small heights, that bothered her. She always would do something clumsy and fall down. She didn't want to end up sitting on the ground or reveal her clumsy side. She preferred to ask for some help. She let her hand rest against his, as he aid her to climb down the truck. She stared back in Micheal's eyes, for a few seconds. Before both turned away. "Thank you!" she whispered under her breath as her feet finally touched the solid ground.

She walked around the truck, cracking her neck. Her arm swung for side to side as she walked in cycles. She was gazing at the large field and observing the boys for time to time. The young human needed only few seconds to win her own body muscles back. It was her first time actually sitting on a truck. She did miss her days, when she had a boyfriend picking her up with a regular car. Though, most in that town seemed to have trucks. She was not complaining, she had to get used to the vibrations.

Her attention, was draw back to Jimmy and Kyle, who had now climbed on the cabin. Her hands rested inside her pockets as she stopped cycling around like a 'crazy' person. She had seen enough of her surroundings and her body was perfectly factional. She turned and faced Kyle and Jimmy "Then everyone, knows where they sitting except me!" she said mostly to herself. Like she was repeating the new information she had just found out. "Hey! You will have to find a spot for me! Were I can watch the screen!" she said softly, her removed her right hand from her pocket and softly dragged her pony -tail that was resting against her shoulder towards her back. Then she waved at them "I am here don't forget about me!" she added with a smile on her face.​
 
Micheal popped open the cooler as he snagged a beer bottle and popped the little cap back into the cooler before taking a swig. Maybe his alcohol adventures and Ken's smoking thing wasn't the healthiest of options. But, as he savored a few gulps, saw Kenny lighting up a little ways away, watched the banter between the runts and the new girl, things felt right. This was right. A new element, sure. But, he was just so calm. Which was hard to achieve granted he didn't exactly have enough money to numb himself, and he had the overarching aches about the upcoming wedding. Here and now, he had a cold one, the boys, a hot new addition to the crew, and the crisp night air. Soon, a movie would be on it's way and he can waste his time with them in the only luxury they could afford near their country town. Waste his time with them doing what his heart yearned for after the obvious. He'd take another swig before returning to his seat behind the wheel, a smile on his face with his cold beverage in it's cozy holder.

Kenny would return with his hood up more to cover most anything except his big smile. A characteristically earthy smell alluded to exactly what he was just smoking. Stepping around Christine, he would offer her a nod before getting into the passenger seat. The boys up top looked to Christine from over their shoulders as they both seemed to engage their exaggerated thinking mannerisms. "Hmm." Kyle started, clearly playing. "Maybe we could take turns letting her sit in our lap?" He continued his muse, being fairly aware that she'd never agree to that.

Raising his hand in Kyle's face, Jimmy shushed the more physically intimidating male comically. "No young padawan." Jimmy referenced the term Jedis used in star wars as a gag. "Clearly in this situation she should keep both of our laps warm by laying across them!" The goofiness in his voice mirroring Kyle's muse. They were fucking with her with no attempt at being taken seriously. They'd both laugh before slidding to the furthest of each side to give her more than enough room to sit between them.

"Climb on up, new girl." Kyle invited with only a small fraction less humor in his voice. The movie was starting soon. "Maybe you can grab something from the cooler? There's all sorts of stuff in there."
 
In her old town she used to be a tease, around those she thought as friends. Yet, she was not easy either. She only had few boyfriends, in her old school. Maybe because, her parents were around. And most of the people new her family. This town, was giving her another freedom, she never had. Even if she misbehaved, who would honestly judge her. Who would even scold her. That made her feel more relax around the boys. She was able to be more herself by now. She would even stare a bit longer. Specially at Micheal. There was something about him, she could not name it. Something a dark that drew her in. Though, she was sure the other 3 boys had it too.

She gave a light smile at Ken, as he was now sitting back in his seat. Her attention went back to the other two boys. That sounded excited with out any reason. She lifted her eyebrow and gazed at them both, as her hands rested against her hips. "I would dare to seat in each of your laps. Yet, I am sure it will be difficult for you!" she teased at them with a evil smirk on her face. Christine let her finger rest against her lips as she was looking at them debating, where she should sit. Her finger nails were short, cleaned and colored. A faint pink nail polish was placed on her nails. "Fine, Fine I should just lay against both!" she added with a bigger smile on her face.

Of course, she would not sit in anyone's lap or lay on them. Though, the tease was worthy it. As she watch their reaction. "I will get a soda and I will be back. So get ready!" she mumbled and turned away. Her steps brought her close to the cooler. She bend enough to reach a soda, while her firm ass cheeks were noticeable. Next, she stepped back and climbed to the cabinet. It took her only few moves and she sat between them with a smile on her face. "I think this spot is better than any of you lap right!" she winked at them and pulled her legs and crossed them in front of her.​
 
They both had interested expressions in her comments, getting a mix of serious or intrigued. Their eyes would obviously follow her ass so far as not even register that she was grabbing a soda specifically. Controlling themselves was getting harder and harder, among other things. However, they knew better than to take advantage of her vulnerability. The whole gang was built of generally well-raised gentlemen. And ensuring that she fits in and sticks around mattered more than just getting their rocks off. After all, Jimmy knew full well that the counsel was looking for the first reason to remove her. His offer to have her along being partly related. Missing his warmhearted kid moments with his brother, Jimmy couldn't help his open heart in times like these. Jimmy had his bottle of water between his legs, all three sat with their legs crossed. Kyle's sat in his hand between him and Christine.

"Aw. Look Jimmy. All bark and no bite, it seems." Kyle teased Christine as he gave her ribs a soft poke below the bra. Not unlike how he pokes his brother's shoulder.

"Shame, Shame." Jimmy clicked his tongue, smiling.

The few other cars arriving took their spots rather far away from the center of the field where they sat. Relatively few other vehicles weren't housing humans as this theatre was closer to the city than their town. This fact should be entirely lost on Christine but it didn't bother the boys as the truck's radio started up and the extension plugged into it. With a few loud clicks the projector came to life and a few light ads played. This movie aired about a month ago in the city and it's played a few times here, but it was the first time the boys were going to see it. Though the radio's volume was down for the ads, since the boys didn't pay much attention to them anyway, it was possible that Christine may have seen some of the movie previews or even the movies for those ads herself.

As the movie started the volume was turned up and the boys hushed down. A college chick in some radical clothing, clearly mocking the 80's, laid on her dorm bed writing about a boy as she voiced the words she wrote as some sort of thought dialogue. It was cheesy, but most bad horror movies often were. Though she was a grown woman, she was giddy and cutesy as she could barely make her way to describing what she liked about this guy. She'd the sentence about his abs or how big his hands were, but stopped early for a giggle like some sort of kiddie foreplay. For some this would be unbearable, others might at least laugh, and very very few would find it engaging. Of course, being high, Kenny was chuckling like mad. This brought a smile to Kyle as he knew how brain dead his brother could be like that.

Jimmy noted quite plainly that they fucked up about not bringing popcorn and Kyle responded with how pointless it would be if it were prepopped and cold.

Not even ten minutes into the movie the girl stripped down and got into the shower. The movie dealing with very light nudity and increasingly more transparent reasons why this c - rated actor was starting the movie. Something pretty to look at for sure. For some this may have been a relieve. Not everyone watches scary movies to be spooked as it is quite common for them to be unintentional comedies. The door to the dorm creeped open as the sight of muddy boots were zoomed in on. This angle kept whoever entered the room almost completely out of sight as the drew closer and closer to the bathroom door. With the camera cutting back to the woman in the shower, she'd hear a knock and call out for who it was.
 
She had to admit, all four were true gentlemen. They aura would extinguish something black and mysterious. These one week she had seen them around, she always thought they would be bad news. Though, today as they talked a bit more and she had already found out so many things about them. She found them quite pleasant and friendly. Christine had no idea what was going on in their town. That there was a council, even that they have noticed her. She was sure she was mostly ignored. She never understood, why. Indeed she was the new kid in town. And she had no routes. They did not need to be so aggressive. Only those four now where acting, like friendly people. She would call them normal. Yet, unusual was a better word to describe them.

The cool air rushed up across her skin, making her shake in a wobble. She smiled in excitement as the movie was about to begin. Christine, did not know what kind of horror movie they would actually watch. She come to like horror movies since a young age. She found them always funny, as they were fiction nothing more. As she sat between Jimmy and Kyle.

"Ah, hey!" she yelped as Kyle softly poke her under her chest area. "You don't want me to bite." you responded with her eyes pinned on him. She giggled and leaned closer to him blowing some air against his face and yelling "Boo!" Then she let her upper body to step away from him.

"You are too young!" she noted as she giggled "Though, bush you luck and i may bite you too!"

She stopped her teasing there. She found herself being too much. The movie had already started and her full attention was now on the screen. She would lean sometimes to rest against Kyle and sometimes against Jimmy. She would give her hands active. Sometimes playing with her hair, or touching her neck. She blushed when she watched the light nudity. And she had to commented "She does have a great body though!" When ever the scary part was there she would laugh find it more silly than scary.​
 
Kyle and Jimmy enjoyed her return banter, Kyle fighting the urge to do something silly like a dog when she blew on his face. Although she wouldn't see it, he would be greatly relieved to not have revealed what lies behind his human face in that silly moment. Kyle, himself, being the most vulnerable of the four when it came to external stimuli. In some alternate reality if Christine pushed her way to making with the good times with Kyle for some reason, she'd crack the werewolf secret way too quickly. Lucky enough for them all, she was playing this rather safe and cool. As safe as going on a long drive with four horny young men could be for one sexy young woman. All things considered.

The movie would carry on with a man's voice coming from the other side of the door. According to the woman's inner thoughts, this was the man she previously wrote/thought about as he asked to come in. She stammered in place, Kyle giving Christine's comment about the actresses's body a thumb up. Like this, he might have seemed to be doing what Ken would do. Their brotherhood never being more clear. As the door opened and the boots stepped in, the camera spanned back across the dorm room to a pair of muddy boots at the door. It was a body with the same clothes as the man who entered the room. A college aged man who lied dead, the woman shrieked in the background as obtuse blood splatters somehow managed to land across the two rooms. The title screen landed with a quick flick to black and a horrid text label.

Jimmy turned his head towards the woods as some bill shot poorly written scene came on with two more blonde almost-porno actresses came on to poorly pretend to be their characters. Dropping the water bottle, he quickly landed on the ground and tapped Ken's door window. Getting the attention of Mike and Ken, Jimmy pointed hurriedly toward his ear as they quickly muted the radio. This likely may have been to Christine's annoyance as the movie was functionally muted for their truck. Regardless of how She'd take this action, all of the boys seemed to look off into the woods to the right of the truck opposite the side of the road. Straight that way was the town they all live in, and they were clearly hearing something in that direction.

"Ffffuck." Came from Kenny, relaxed with the weed in his system but clearly still annoyed. The older males stepped out of the truck and shut their doors, Mike and Kyle joining Kenny and Jimmy on their side of the truck as they gathered and looked to each other. Just like before on the road, when the younger males seemed to communicate without words, all four of them seemed to be exchanging more complex thoughts with glances to each other. The four were quite deadly serious.

"We can't afford that." Jimmy blurted be for Mike pulled Jimmy's T-shirt up onto the smaller boy's head to make him look goofy.

"Everything's fiiine." The calm, tallest and most mature male started. Micheal reassured them and nodded to Christine. "We'll just head in there, take care of business-" He stopped to look right at Christine with a dead serious look despite his smile. "Christine. Stays. Here." He made no bones about it. "And then we all come back and enjoy the movie. Whose with me?" Micheal ended as he turned to make his way for the woods, confidence exuding from his whole body.

Ken and Kyle looked to Jimmy before the brothers turned to follow Mike. Though Jimmy was physically the opposite of their confident crew leader, Jimmy would glance to Christine as though he were the shyest boy in class getting up go address the whole school with a big personal project. Shaking his head he'd run after the rest of the crew as the whole gang vanished into the wood line.
 
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