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

Christine remained sitting between them. She found herself lucky that Kyle did not go any further with that joke. Sometimes a wrong tease could bring wrong results. And honestly, she came to enjoy her time with the boys. She did not want to do anything to cause the wrong feeling or put any pressure. Although, the first step she took to follow four male could be considered unsafe. She could be easy be surrounded by four male in heat. But male, nothing more. Christine until now never once thought, that any of them were werewolves. After all in her small brain, creature like werewolves or anything supernatural did not exist. They were fictional.

Soon, her attention was once again in the movie. She giggled when Kyle gave her a thumbs up. Christine, was that kind of person. If she noted something sexy and hot she would commended on that. If it was in a movie, or not. Some boys even girls, got her wrong. Thinking, she was lesbian. Though, she was just a honest straight girl. Her body still resting against Kyle's as she was playing with her hair, like she was really into the movie. She wanted to see what would happen next. And she was not laughing as much as before. Everything, looked fine. At least, for Christine.

Suddenly, the human girl was surprised as she watched Jimmy turned his head towards the woods, dropping his water bottle, landing on the ground and tappeing Ken's door window. She straighten her back. Stepping away from Kyle as she gazed at him. She titled her head confused all her attention was pinned on them. "Hey! Why have you turned it off!" she cried out, though she felt she was ignored. Like something more serious got their attention.

Christine, who was still sitting was looking at all four really confused. She was not sure what they were talking about. She rubbed her head as her curiosity increased. Her breath was almost cut and she lost a heart beat when Micheal gazed at her deadly. She could tell something more fatal was going on. "Am I suppose to wait here? Is it even save to leave me alone? Hello!" she answered back though they had already left. Only Jimmy was still there.

"Wait! Jimmy what's going on?" she asked as she stood up and gazed at them running off. She looked at Jimmy who glanced at her. "Jimmy?!" she said as she tried to climb down. Only to find herself to fall clumsy on her feet. 'Clumsy as ever!' she thought and tried to find Jimmy. Though he was following the others.

Christine stood up and softly cleaned the dust from her attire. She hated to be left alone. "Where did they go? What's going on?" she mumbled to herself. She was self talking for a few seconds. Then she cracked her neck "Fuck it!" she mumbled to herself and started to run to the direction the boys were running. She was really curious what was happening. She was also a bit annoyed that Micheal almost ordered her to stay in the truck. Like a child. She was not a child. With out over thinking it, she dashed off. Her curiosity had won her over, she did not think it could be dangerous and it was not safe. She just followed the boys, or at least she ran towards the direction they ran. They seemed to be very fast runners.​
 
Although it might have appeared that the four were inacting some tired sexist trope, they most certainly were not ignoring her for superficial reasons. Their looks to each other contained impossibly tiny quirks they could read on the fly, a hyper sense of body language that enabled them to communicate quite thoroughly very quickly without making a sound. Immediate Jimmy relayed the fact that there were more than a handful of enemies. Kenny confirming their numbers were comparable and that all four were neccesary. At this point, Jimmy wanted one of them to stay behind for Christine. Though, Micheal's aloud vocal response happened at this point as he told Christine to remain firmly in place and rallied his men before running off into the words. The others followed at their own pace. All up to the point Jimmy looked to Christine before charging off after them and all four were out of sight. These acts occurred in front of her human eyes and ears even as she couldn't read, understand or notice most of it outside of the incredibly clear direction from Mike.

And now they were free running through the woods with intense speeds, practically vanishing long before she could see any of it. Jimmy and Kenny almost instantly took the shape of two very large wolves with coats and eyes of similar color to their hair. Jimmy being quite comparable to a black fur wolf, and Ken being four feet tall from a front paw to the top of his head and longer than almost any other four legged mammal on the planet with one long bushy white tail. Physically, just like their human forms, Ken was menacing while Jimmy was less so. These two sped ahead like rockets on four legs as Mike and Kyle had a different type of transformation. They grew taller, taking on more upper body strength and size like traditional fiction werewolves. Their heads hands and feet were like menacing wolf men but their chests, arms and legs grew more muscular with fur matching their hair color but noticeably more brilliant in appearance. Mike was a behemoth in height, a variable juggernaut while Kyle's transformation was a head or so shorter with less mass. While even these two were faster than Christine, buying them at least some time, Howls of the first signs of combat occurred and that sound would reach Chrissy without delay.

Five men and two women who awoke in the woods in the nude as their eyes had a yellow glow to them. Almost instantly upon sight of Ken and Jimmy, these strange silent people took type of transformation just like Kyle's but with a creamy chocolate or Hazelnut brown furs as the pounced onto this variable front line. Any given werewolf versus vampire flick that feature hulking wolfmen would have had scenes like this with creatures that stood like men but hand wolfish mannerisms and features covering them. Jimmy spared no time leaping into a taller ferocious woman werewolf form as his savagely sharp drooly canine teeth sunk clear into her neck and torso on both sides. Her claws digging into his back on both sides as Kenny howled at the other six to scare them back from interrupting Jimmy. Ideally this duo would operate the other way around, but Jimmy was anxious and inexperienced. Whines of pain would have sounded off in response to the deep cuts in his back, but he had some meaty werewolf flesh and bones trapped between his teeth.

As the mammoth werewolf shape of Mike enters the scene he'd separate the battle-shocked Jimmy from the female werewolf before launching the enemy ten feet with a brutal kick. Kyle would show up to reaffirm their line as the launched and wounded enemy wound land clean behind the other growling jaw-snapping mindless creatures that Kyle howled at. The bizarre thing was how any human could cleanly differ one group from the other as they were all monsters. Why one side was clearly opposed to the other and vice versa, that was hard to tell. Behind the yellow glowing eyes of the slightly less remarkable side was the mind of beasts in nature. Something like a soul rested behind the blue and brown eyes of the group of four as they seemed to act in unison with some sort of a plan... Minus Jimmy, who was working on it.

Though, just was this whole scene could come into sight for Christine, clearly seeing both sides as they were preparing to clash, a mind crashing gut wrenching and reality shaking roar took to the forest as though it came from the trees themselves. The group of four seemed to shake in place and falter as the wilder creatures ran off in the opposite direction of the theatre field. They whine and whimpered, running in fear. The roar slowly turned into a howl that eventually came to an end. The ground could once again be clearly distinguished separately from the sky as the tall trees no longer blended and melted together. With the end of that truly horrifying sound, the peaceful nightly forest sounds resumed slowly.

The four slowly gathered themselves as they shook their wolf-like heads. As though he appeared from nowhere, stood between them and Christine. He'd worn black dress shoes, black trousers and a leather belt, his chest loosely covered by a barely buttoned silky dress shirt. He'd look like Micheal but a little taller with the appearance of a dark fantasy prince whose impeccable pale skin, impossible physique, royal facial structure, frightening icy blue eyes and shoulder length black hair were all so unlike reality themselves. Even in his human form, this man was just as much unreal as the four werewolves in front of him.
 
The night had already grown old and strange. The sky had a velvet mist, sign that something strong and wrong was about to happen. Fear was as ubiquitous as sunlight on these cracked trees inside the wood. Yet, she was not scared, she was curious. Because she had not seen. She did not know. What the wood was hiding. Micheal was right. She should listen an stay behind. Her mind advised her. She ignored her foolish worries and run as fast as she could. She could not see anything for now. All four were far from her sight.

Soon, she thought she saw a shadow. But it did not seem like human. She should be mistaken. She crouch against a tree taking in shallow breaths, careful not to make a sound. After a few minutes her curiosity was peaked. No-one could be that still, not even her. Even so, she slide around in the shadows until she was closer than before. Now that the figure was yards away, she noticed it was not one rather four even the eyes and it's stillness is rock-like, inhuman. Though, wait she was wrong there were some that look like human. She zoomed closer, though the mist and the darkness of the forest did not help her. She walked deeper into the forest, the ground would give out under her tiny body mass. Every step was so light that she made no sound at all. She was so afraid yet still she walked softly forwards.

Suddenly, there she was. Her eyes had opened widely like a child that saw the boogieman. She did not see a ghost. She did not see an alien. There were creatures some had black fur, some had white fur and others had creamy chocolate or Hazelnut brown furs. Into blackness and her heart almost exploded of the truth in front of her eyes. What had she seen. Monsters are not real. Or what ever those creatures were. Those belong only to fairy-tales. They are fiction. Those scary creatures were suppose to alive in the fairy land or at least in movies. Why were they so close in frond of her. She closed her eyes. She refused to see what was there. She was dreaming. 'Yes, she was dreaming! She lifted her hand and pinched her arm through her two size bigger self. When she open her eyes, they were still there. A far but still there. She pinched herself so many times until her pale skin became red.

She couldn't breath, it felt as if someone was choking her. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save her. But no one would, as it seemed they were fighting each other. The ground rocked below her with impacts between the shiny black and white fur creatures, with the brown ones. They howls and cries could be heard. The bites and fangs, terrifying acts no human had ever seen. The battle was inhuman, nothing normal about the fast and accurate moves. Her brain had shut down. She was clammy and there was the glisten of a cold sweat. A sweat that smelled like sweet strawberry. If she was noted until then she should be noted by now.

The oddness was that after her brain adjusted that those were creatures much alive and real. Even in disbelieve she walked a bit closer towards them. Like her curiosity wanted to know (needed to know more.) The two parties were crushing closer in front of them. Strikes, bites and hits like no other. She slowly could tell that the five brown furry alike creatures were a team, and the other four another team. She bit her lip, why was she even trying to understand who was who. "I am mad! My mind drew crazy!" she mumbled to herself still scared.

A choked cry for help forced itself up her throat, and she felt a drop run down her cheek. It seemed as if this was the end of the road for her. The four of the creatures were now standing closer to her. There are the marks that cower in their homes, terrified of the violence. She was scared. Who were those? Where were the boys? And who was that dark fantasy prince now. Her fear was a weight on her ribs and a dull ache in her eyes, an unwillingness for her mouth to lift past neutral. Should she run. She should run. Though, her feet felt dragged into the ground. She wanted to scream, though her voice was not there. Fear, so much fear. Her body started to shivering. She felt cold sweat down her backbone. She bit her lips deeper, it almost bleed. Everything was surreal. Her mind wanted to faint. To escape to a safe place. Though her curiosity held her eyes opened.

She bit her lips and tried to stand, turning away from all of them. "What illness are you all!?" she cried out loud. Her blue azure eyes were opened widely. Her hair seemed a mess, and she had not fought at all. There was some dust and dirt on her clothes. She hissed at them and stepped back "Keep away!!!" she shouted.​
 
The tall dark furred one looked from the now hysterical Christine to Damon, the dark princely figure that stood between them and her. A low snarl would come up in throat as though he were speaking to the devilishly handsome mystery man who now appeared. The mystery man whose deep bellowing roar had scared off the feral and ended the fight that could have hurt the gang of males and even Christine herself. "Oh, Micheal. If you love her so much, why don't you merry her?" The regal fantasy prince-like figure had spoke with a dark laugh. Clearly he had tainted the big one he referred to as Micheal. This act made Micheal's posture take on a more violent pose. The others made small gestures with their heads and jaws to signify that hyper body language from earlier. "Don't be deluded. I saved you from those ferals, and your precious damsel as well."

The deep yet forward voice had spoken up to them again, this time he looked over his shoulder to the shouting Christine. He referred to her as 'damsel'. "What's the matter, dear? I thought you lot had made friends?" He mused with her, really showing how little he genuinely felt scared or worried. Cocky, prideful, and elegant beyond words. This guy was most certainly the least human here, and he didn't even have to leave his human form. "And try not to run off, okay? Doll? I smell you from here and those Ferals might come back. Your friends are your safe ticket out of here." In this moment, Damon finally gave them a little credit. Though, the smaller black furred wolf-shaped one stepped forward and snarled at Damon especially.

"Come, now, James. I wasn't threatening her. She deserves to know what you are and how fucking dangerous running off alone can be." Damon tried to rationalize with his little brother, though he wouldn't lose his mild cocky smile and his icy blue eyes probably couldn't be trusted at the best of times.

The four surrounded Damon slowly, the wind playing with his loose silky barely buttoned dress shirt. The man was about a piece or two away from a black tuxedo, and now he seemed to be about to engage in combat with four large wolfish creatures. Two of which were a head or two taller than himself. "You guys don't gotta show off in front of your new girlfriend. I know Mikey's gotten all upset that I'm going to marry his crush and all, but... Surely the good guys won't let the safety of a beautiful human woman lie in peril for such petty squabbles?" Damon tried one more time to diffuse the situation, though he could tell they had made up their minds. For them, it was time to finally take Damon down a peg and as for Christine... Well, the cat was out of the bag already. It couldn't hurt to make her wait a little longer before a more proper explanation.

"Fine... Fine." Damon spoke, his hair growing longer as his ears took the shape of long wolfish ears and he became taller with claws and sharper teeth. As for fur, some shiny black fur crawled across his upper chest and a small trail emerged from beneath his black leather belt up into a small trail over his impeccable abs. "Round two, then?" He spoke in a cocky, darker and somehow manlier voice as he'd refer to some fight they had before.

Impatient, the large white furred wolfman, Kyle, leaped straight across the few yards who separated himself from Damon. Catching the larger, inferior beast by the throat Damon turned on his heel before slamming the larger beast's head clean into the smaller black wolf's skull. In this instant the fur fell aside and Jimmy and Kyle lay knocked out on the ground without their clothes. Fully transforming destroyed such things so it was common for werewolves to undress first. In the first instant of the fight it was already a two versus one. If Christine were taking note, what were left were the bestial aspects of Micheal and Kenny. Though the four on one had seemed imposing at first, his quick dispatch of two seemingly threatening fighters would seem quite impressive. All things considered.

"One last chance. Be the knight I know you are and pick up your men, and guide your woman safely home." Damon seemed to be contentious. Yet, he gave them a way out with choice words. "Speaking of... Woman." He looked over his shoulder with an icy blue eye. "I'm serious. You're safer where you are."

In his gut, Damon knew he could get Micheal to attack while Damon made himself seemed distracted. With a large black clawed hand slicing downward towards him, Damon vanished. In the blink of an eye the most handsome, egotistical and powerful monster on the east coast had just simply vanished. And in the very next instant a violent powerful crunch could be heard as Damon's fist found the top of Ken's giant wolf head. With a delayed reaction the shiny white coated giant wolf fell as Ken's human form found the ground. Out cold. "Sorry Fairgrove boys. Could have opted out." Damon rationalized rather fairly. It was the truth, after all. His cold and evil blue eyes looked to the raging beast who was and still is Micheal. The emotions had built up to this point. Natasha, his friends, Damon was taking all of it and violently beating the rest. In the blue eyes of this beast, Damon deserved to rot in help a thousand years over.

In return for this glare, Damon grinned and raised both his fists and praced in place, one foot to the other in a sporty boxer stance. The woods would be filled with Damon's raw and erotic Alpha scent so thickly that even a human couldn't keep it from staining their nose with it's mouth watering impurity. Like the sultry taste of a meat dish and bittersweet soul of the most addicting chocolate. How these two fighters were related at all was simultaneously clear as day and impossible to imagine. A howl left Mike's werewolf jaws as he lunged forward to land a punch clean into Damon's gut and lifting the dark prince inches off the ground in the same act. In a groan and then a laugh, Damon responded, cocky as ever. "This hardly seems fair. No?" He'd ask, licking some blood from the side of his face. He'd land back onto his fancy black shoes before sweeping the legs out from under the hulking mass of muscle and fur and delivering an awfully brutal kick to the throat. Unlike the others, Mike didn't pass out yet. But, Damon squashed the larger beast's windpipe until the fight left the man and the fur faded to reveal Damon laying on his back with his eye shut. "Sleep well, ol'cousin of mine." Damon grumbled as the fur left his chest and his hair and ears and hands returned to normal. Even his normal height was fairly ridiculous beside the petite beauty he now turned too.

"You aren't going to fight me too, yeah? Not going to... Try and out run the devil?" As he drew closer the heat of his body pulsed around him, drawing the cold forest air from her flesh. His scent simply couldn't be escaped, it was to be tasted as well as the presence of this regal fantasy man simply couldn't be ignored. He didn't look to her with sinister eyes and he certainly wasn't posed to attack. But, he drew closer one step at a time. Closer and closer and if he came close enough, he'd hold her smaller check in his massive hot hand.
 

Christine was still lost in her own mind. Her eyes managed to look at the tall creature that had a darker fur, as the evil man who had just ended their conflict. 'Who was he? Who were all of them?' her mind requested to know. She placed her hand above her chest she felt the air from her lungs to be gone. "Micheal?" she mumbled as she gazed at the fur creature that was called that way. Her eyes still confused started to note that his body was telling that he was ready to attack. She tried to move once more though her legs were not moving. She was more puzzled than before.

She lifted her eyes and tried her best no to look scared, though scared she was. It took few years of her life and a damn brave move to dare to lift her gaze and glare at him. Although, she was shaking and it was obvious she was scared and terrified. Plus she was confused, like she had entered a fairy land. 'Friends?' she thought. A odd thought wheeled in her mind that the 'Micheal- creature' could be the 'Micheal person'. 'That cannot be true!' she should run. Yes, she should just run into the woods. But she did not. Not only because her legs were not obeying. Because, she started to be annoying to the man in front of her. "If I have friends or not! That has nothing to do with you! Damn! Who are you?" she almost yelled at him. She stopped as the smaller creature went forward.

"James?" Christine mumbled this time and gazed at the short creature with the black fur. Her chest had tighten. "What kind of ill joke is this?" she cried out as she lost most of her senses and leaned against the nearest tree. Her mind was about to erupt in many small pieces. As now the dark prince was stripping. Only to be transformed. Her head was spinning. Her reality had collapsed. What she feared until then was true. Those were humans changed into monsters. She crushed against the tree. There was no response from her.

After that Christine ignored the dark figure. Not because she wanted to, because her mind did the best it could to adjust at the reality in front of her. 'Those four were... were..' she thought as she could not scream or run. She remained leaning against the tree. When her sanity was back, she could clearly see Jimmy and Kyle crushed on the ground. They were with out cloths but she was sure it was them. She wanted to act crazy. It was only a dream. Though, she was worried of those two boys. Or what ever they were. Her body slowly gave in. And she could order her limps to move. She slowly backed up and almost crawled over where they were. She shook them softly to see if they were alive. They were breathing, she tried to pull them away from the dark monster and the others. Who seemed to be ready to attack again. Though, they were heavier than she thought. And she ended falling on her back next to them.

The next moves were fast. Or she had not seen most of them. Soon Ken was out also attacked and out. By now she could tell what was going on. She was sure those four were the humans (or once thought as humans), she went to watch a horror movie. And instead, horror found her. She was still shaking, and she was still scared though her body was at least moving. She tried to stay next to three that were passed out. Now only two were still fighting. She knew by then that one was Micheal. Though, the dark figure that seemed to order everyone around, she did not know who she was. It was the first time, she hopped for Micheal to win. She needed to leave that place alive. And she reminded herself never to follow strangers again.

The outcome, was not as expected. Micheal was also taken out. Although, he had not passed out like the others. The creature seemed to transform back to normal again. She had to close her mind, and breath few times to get passed that shook. She only opened her eyes as she noticed that the evil man was talking to her. She ordered her body fracture to straighten. It took a minute, then she stood in front of the boys that were just crushed by the man. His scent was too strong to be ignored. And his aura would only give away fear and terror. Until, he was getting closer to her. Her body was shivering. She tried to pinch her arm once again, to make the fear go away. She gazed at his eyes. She was scared really scared.

Next, he touched her cheek in his hand. Her reflexes answered. Christine lifted her arm and pushed his hand away from her face. Almost hit him away. Her long red hair waved with her moves. "Do not touch me!" she cried out in fear. Though, there was some anger on her voice. She pinched herself more. She needed to stand. Her eyes still glaring at him "Run? You are too full of yourself! I would attack you!!!" she added with a louder tone. Yet, she had not the power neither the will to do so. But she would never give him the satisfaction to see her weak.​
 
Damon's eyes looked down to his palm that she removed from her cheek. Her skin did feel incredibly nice, but she seemed shell shocked to him. Like an inexperienced solider dropped in the midst of battle to be confused by the horrors of war. He wasn't smiling now as he looked down into his palm and pondered her words, her actions. Of course he was intimidating. Tall, strong, the less attractive muscular and beasty figures around him having fallen to his might. Slowly he would adjust his black shirt as he buttoned it up proper and fixed the collar of it. His icy blue eyes returned to her as he relaxed his shoulders.

"If you must. If I'm just a monster to you." He'd frown lightly with his eyebrows narrowing as he looked to Jimmy's peacefully asleep form. By now, the feral's claw marks on the boy's back were completely healed. The icy blue eyes of the princely figure before Christine had looked down and away. "Do it proper. Revenge your friends who attacked me. Strike me down with all of your feminine might." This last one made him smile a bit softly. She had to learn he could barely be harmed by her ferocious monster friends, and her human fists would do more harm to her than himself.

With one last look to her azure blue sky eyes, he'd lose the smile. "I'm not here to hurt you." He'd briefly clear this throat. "Your mere existence makes those old bastards so very uncomfortable. After all."
 
Christine, noticed that he was not smiling any longer. Her mind was still confused, or she just kept ignoring his help. Did he really help those four and her? Or was her mind playing more games? She looked at him as he was wearing his black shirt. She was still breathing deeply. Her eyes tried to remain on him. She was not sure if she was any longer glaring at him. Everything that had happened that night was too much for her. Her mind was already to give in and just faint away. Though, she had questions so many questions.

"A monster?" she repeated as had called them that. Not only him, when she first saw them from a far she named them monsters. Now, she was not sure how to call them. She dropped her eyes and looked at Jimmy and then the others as they were still on the ground. Then her azure blue eyes started against his ice blue gaze. "Do not provoke me. I may do that!" Christine spoke loud, though with a softer tone. She was confused by then. She ignored him before, but the man or creature had just helped her in a way.

She took a deeper breath and exhaled. Her mind had only then stopped spinning. She looked at the man in front of her. She had stopped glaring at him. She grabbed against her chest trying not to panic. After few deep breaths, she looked at the man again. "Who are you?" she asked as she stepped closer "Or what are you? all of you?" she asked looking each of them. "What do you mean? My existence? What is happening?" she mumbled few more questions as she collapsed on her feet. Her mind had reached her limit. She could still not accept, that what she had seen was real.​
 
"Jimmy's brother, Damon Creed." The princely figure answered her first question even as she moved to another. He was never actually submitting in any fashion, he just wanted the girl before him to understand what was going on. He had roughly three optipns, and only one was what he desired. The first and worst would be to fuck her up and make it look like a bear killed her. No good. Her living to spite the council was his entire purpose for vouching for her behind the scenes. He could just walk away, but unlike the sleeping boys, the feral werewolves would just eat her on sight. Like the first game plan, no good. And, Damon was really only that sort of monster in Micheal's head. So the only remaining option is the long, drawn out one.

At the sight of her stumble he'd quickly move to help and insist on keeping her from completely losing consciousness. At least, he'd want to keep her from slapping her head off the ground. The boys can't sustain brain damage, humans were remarkably fragile. "Monsters. Yes. The two families that make up that budding town are lost werewolf dynasties uniting to establish a territory and raise our chance of survival." He wasn't sure if she could follow him clearly in her state, but he spoke sincerely, slowly. "I'm what is known as an Alpha. Hundreds of years ago my specific sort were more common here. But, I am the only one alive this side of the continent." Narcissism, while a gross exaggeration, may have been at least a little accurate. Damon didn't care about the rules set by the old council and he loves talking about himself.

"As an Alpha, my bite is especially dangerous for all monsters, but it has a peculiar effect on humans. Without me..." He tried to reign in his self importance because this part has been told to him directly numerous times and it is especially true. "A place like our home cannot exist. I'm the deterrent keeping a special sort of warrior from walking straight into town and exterminating our families out right." He wouldn't smile or sound happy about it. This is the justification the old bastards used to treat him like a shiny wedding present they can just tie to Natasha and make special babies with. Like a prize bull. The mere thought put a stern wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"They're fine here. Ferals don't attack sleeping werewolves. But, they'll eat you. Let me help you out of this forest."
 


Christine could not still believe her eyes. She did not want to anyway. She never saw something like that even in her worst nightmares. Even her nightmares were pink cloudy and sweet candy. But that was only because her brain woke her up, and she could remember such a horrific image. And now she was seeing something her eyes won't ever be able to erase. She got replies. She was to get killed or ignored. Though, nothing like that happened. The dark 'evil' male introduce himself.

"Eh? Creed? Jimmy's brother?" in her horror and confusion her body language still showed surprised. Her red curly hair was now a bit looser, hiding some of her face. Her legs were spread apart as she was sitting on the ground "You are nothing like Jimmy. Jimmy seemed a kind person... well I guess no more person... I was wrong after all, in the first place. Anyway, I am Christine Wilson!" she mumbled as her deep azure blue eyes stared at him.

While Damon was explaining her what exactly was going on, her Adrenalin flew over her veins like river, but she could not move any of her female muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralyzed her, and the more she thought about run away, or simply moving a bit, the more she felt discouraged and utterly terrified. "Werewolves? ... how?" she paused as he gave her even more details. She only understood that there were two families. That he seemed to be the Alpha. And then she lost most of what he was saying. "An Alpha ... do you have a Beta and a omega!? That childish tales. Even wolves packs do not work like that. No one has studied here?" she added. It was more her brain trying to forget the horrified moments. That she managed even to answer him back was brave enough for her.

The option of being molested in any sexual way, was out of the question. She never thought that the werewolf could be even be in any way interesting in any human. Being killed she thought it. And she was awaiting any moment to be slayed by the man. Well no man, werewolf-man. She remained to looked at him confused and scared. Yet, staying in that forest would be dangerous for her. She gave him a light nod "Alright, I will allow you to help me. Yet, I do not place my trust in you!" she said honest even if she was scared. "What about them. Will they be alright?" she asked him as he lifted her arms asking for some help. She could not take a step in that horrified of stated she was in.​
 
"Give it some time. You've stumbled upon these matters in the worst possible way. Surely these dolts wouldn't have come out here if they didn't fancy themselves as some sort of heroes. No?" Damon wanted to give her a more constructive thought to mentally nibble on as he moved closer. With one arm under her legs and the other under her back, he tried to motion her to wrap her arms around the back of his neck for more support. Even though she was light as a feather in his long, strong arms. "Ferals are dangerous for humans. Not werewolves. If the brainless critters fancied a bite of werewolf flesh they'd just eat each other." He clarified in terms of the safety of the boys to sleep in these woods. "Our natural habitat is not unlike this forest. It would be almost insulting to suggest these wolfboys are too fragile to nap out here." He was very calm with his words, even if he wasn't holding anything back. He'd begin slowly, making step by step progress in the direction of the city as opposed to the theatre. He was careful to let Christine, who had now formally introduced herself, find her way closer to being relaxed and awake. If he made quick work of the journey he was likely to send her back into that war terror like state he saw her in.

"You know, for all the time I spend reading about our heritage... I never thought to ask myself why we have an Alpha but no lesser stages." He laughed softly about her remark, showing a kinder voiced side of his fantasy prince exterior. "Beta or Omega. I do wonder where my brother may fit into those categories, and what that might mean for him." Damon was likely the more talkative of the werewolves she's met yet, in terms of figuring things out and having no filter. "Truth be told? I'm not sure why we struggle to keep our existence a secret. And why the monster-like humans who hunt us choose to do so in the shadows. Surely if they think we are a threat to mankind, they'd inform the public?" He asked modestly, though the question was shaped rhetorically as he knew she couldn't have known either. "Ah. How indeed. There aren't any stories about the first werewolves that I believe to be truthful. Whether we are some sort of natural animal or a freakish product of magic or science, I could not say. Though, our history in Europe predates at least the English language." He was rather absent mindedly raddling these facts off as he walked with her in his arms.

"It's sort of my mission to fuck with the council. So, Miss Christine Wilson. You'd do me a great favor in just sticking around. Whether you choose to fight my kind or not is up to you. Just... Make sure you're a thorn in those old coots's sides a little longer." He seemed to be playful about this as unlike anyone else, it wasn't like Christine could pose much danger to a monster among monsters like himself. A shotgun could do her some good in dealing with the normal werewolves, but he was just too well honed a weapon to be dispatched so Willy Nilly. "Micheal hates me because he believes I really want to breed Natasha, the woman who holds his heart. And I don't care what he thinks. I don't care to correct or confirm those ideas. Despite his recent attempts at playing nice, he and I are not so different. And there was a time where he was scarier. Bigger than I." Some rational for why Damon and Micheal interacted the way they did. Obviously he wasn't looking for pity, and he knew that Christine was likely to try and see it from her perspective with biases of her own or perhaps not believe him at all. So, he casually moved along the conversation.

"Humans. They do that whole mating thing too. And often. But, little human girl, do you continue to foster such a feeling for them after you know what those boys are? The secret we've been hiding from you?" He laughed softly. "Perhaps I'm better off not knowing. Instead, are you feeling better? At this rate we'll see sunrise before you'll have a place to sleep in arm's reach. I have to go faster."
 
"Time is the only thing, I can give right now. Pretty much I amstill lost with everything that went down. Heroes? They choose a very stranger way to show it!" she responded as she stared at him. She felt his arms under her legs and back. She slowly lifted her own arm and wrapped the around his neck. She was lifted up very easily. Her weight was never a issue. She could be picked up easy. The last thing she was expected was to be carried back home, by a stranger. Who actually was a werewolf. And the alpha. She was ready to hit her head. She released one of her arms and tapped her own head few times. She was working hard to accept the truth. Her arm was again back around him as her body was resting against his. "Ferals?" she repeated as her attention was back to him. "Then they are fine. Of course I forget they are.. well you all are werewolves." She noticed that they were in the opposite direction of the theater and they were heading to the city. She tilted her head once again. Looking further ahead. "Wait! You are going to return by foot!?" she asked "No! Car!" she paused there. Yet, she found him very self centered.

Her petite body was still resting against his, she did not fight or complained that he was still carrying her around. She dropped her eyes and mostly gazed at their surroundings as he was explaining some facts. This time she had heard most of what Damon told her. Her stiff muscles slowly relaxed as she her eyes were now looking a human form and nothing too scary. His kinder voice sounded safer, and she her fears slowly retreated. "Why you keep your existence a secret i can understand that. I do not believe that humans are ready to find out that werewolves are real. You may have a minority to be your fan. You may find few to ignore you. But the majority will be scared. And if they are scared, they will wish to take you down. That is a good reason to remain hiding. Even if you are strong enough. If the attack comes from many humans. I am not sure how you will be able to survive that. Remaining hiding, saves both parties." she spoke her mind out as she would always do. She kept her one arm around him and the other was seeking for her hair. She softly tried to move it in front of her. Her fingers run through it, to keep her mind busy and not to dwell in any scary thought. "History! You cannot know which of those records are real. Then again, here we are and I am talking with a werewolf. " she added.

She found herself still inside his arms. It was the longest time she was held in someones arms for so long. His next words surprised her. Her azure blue eyes were pinned on him, her body still leaning against his. "I am not doing you any favors. I am still scared and angry. The only reason I choose reason than madness, was it was my save token out of that mess you own family caused. Yet, I will stay in this forsaken town. I cannot afford at the moment to move. My home is here, my studies are here. And why should I move. Werewolves or not, I am not going anywhere. If I had the money and choice, I would. I would go away from this ill city. Werewolves? Omg! That I am still able to answer you is odd. Werewolves?" said with a confusion and fear in her tone.

"I do not indent to be anyone's thorn. I just want to be ignored and go on with my life." her voice sounded soft and earnest. She had not wish to start any fight with any werewolves. Earlier she was only trying to protect her life. Was she even stupid to cause any conflict between them. Although, with out noticing her own she would. "Did you really wish to have your brother's mate. Of course he would hate you for that. Aren't there enough girls in this city. Micheal was scarier than you? I found everyone scary today!" she almost uttered.

Then with his last words she was surprised. "Mating!? I have never had such feelings! And what kind of question is that. I do not know If i would be alive. You think my issue right now, was If I would mate with any of you kind!? I do not know. My mind is still working the fact that werewolves are real. Not if I would let one mate with me." she almost screamed at him. She was astonished how openly they talked about those things. She remember how Kyle and Jimmy had already told her too many personal facts. "With the only thing I will agree with you tonight! Is that you should go faster. So i can reach my home as soon as possible." she concluded.​
 
"Ferals and the reason your friends chose to fight them..." A more solemn, relaxed but less happy expression took to Damon's face as he'd watch the path ahead of them. "Perhaps I have told you a little too much?" His head titled a little, the wind brushing his hair as he only mildly ignored her complaints about his decision to deliver her home on foot. He took a creature comfort in the way she didn't fight him as he held her up and against his chest. His body heat was something else as his skin was warm enough to the touch to defeat the ever decreasing warmth of the nightly forest. Damon's scent was no different than before, impossible to ignore as it plays on the savory delight of desserts and suppers so indiscriminately.

"My brother's mate?" An exquisitely shaped dark eyebrow lifted over one of Damon's eyes as he gave Chrissy a puzzled look. "Are you only sort of listening to me, woman?" He mused with an obvious pretend frustration before finding his smile. "Jimmy is too young to settle down. And if he were going too, I'd hope he had the foresight to fetch himself a cutie rather than one of those fragile white coat dogs." And then Damon nodded to her comment. "We were all young once when we first saw a big mean werewolf locked in combat. Some of us had the misfortune of being the prey."

He heard her comments about the history and the rational behind being hidden, and they were thought out but didn't come to any conclusions he hadn't already. Not that Damon blamed the clearly still mentally shocked young human woman for not having had the same time to consider these issues as he had. After all, he had lofty dreams of putting his alpha status to good use. He could only give her a small nod in return for her thoughts on those issues.

And then her outburst about mating came, and she drew a hearty laugh from the dark and often misunderstood princely figure that held her like she were a princess. "I'm just playing, Chrissy. You see... As a human woman, you couldn't produce offspring with us anyway. In a way, I suppose that makes physical engagements across species purely for fun somewhat less troublesome. Though, I can't help but wonder if we are drawn to what is so innately different than ourselves. Or... Repelled."

With her assurance that she would be okay with him going faster, he would hold her tighter, more tenderly close to his firm smooth skin. A singular hop forward lead to a sharp shift in just about every detail of the air and forest around them. He'd narrow his eyes as he leaps off the ground again and again with powerful legs to the point that their forward momentum would almost make it feel like gravity had somehow shifted and behind them had become 'downward'. His feet would press to and kick off from the trunks of various healthy trees as they were moving almost like a missile. Such a means of movement wouldn't really work without the trees, but he was absurdly fast without it as they left the woods in roughly a minute and his discerning icy blue eyes guided them behind various houses of the town and past a park of trailers as he swooped up and over tall fences as though they didn't exist at all. The mildest change in his scent came as he began to lightly sweat and his breaths could barely be heard. He'd drop onto the ground before her door, Chrissy being firmly held to his body after the whole event. "I suppose this is where we say good bye?" He asked, slowly moving to set her down on her feet if she were ready.
 

Christine's long red hair was gathered together and cinched with a simply black rubber band to make the tail at the back of the head; worn high. Yet, now the had loosen and slowly fallen lower. Her bangs were softly covering her white anxious face. She nodded as letting her hair wave against her own movements. Her scents was a bit more tense red Raspberries and strawberries, filled the air. "I think it lays in the family, or better it's a werewolf side-effect. That you are asked one question, and you give away more answers." she said, while she was trying to fix her pony-tail a bit higher. And her point of view was true, since that evening she had found out more than she bargained for.

Next she relaxed against him, she felt a strange warm and safety. She would have asked him about it, though she received a puzzled gaze and she was asked if she paid any attention. Christine had to admit she did not feel as scared as before. Her fear had already vanished, and in it's place a form of curiosity was born. "Of course, I am not listening at you! You do not get it! I'm scared to death. I try my hardest here to focus and answer you. How could I put it. Which creature are you sure that it does not exist? Unicorns, vampires zombies etc ... name one. Now imagine that you will cross path with it. And not only one but like a few, while they are fighting. Do you get it now." she went on explaining trying to settle the confusion that was created in her own mind. Her right hand would move while she was talking for time to time poke against his shoulder. "Now, did you get what I said! Or were you not listen?" she asked. Her eyes pinned on him waiting any kind of response. Until she smirked "See! we can both 'not listen'!" she spoke a bit more relaxed than before.

"Yet, I can understand what you say. I also was taken by surprise that you still arrange marriages here. Now, I can see why. And sorry for my rudeness. But you really expect any human to be delighted if she finds out that her boyfriend is a werewolf. It think she will end up screaming and run away. So the fragile white dog might be a better choice!" she responded back. Imagine her own terror. "As for the big mean werewolf, you are yourself werewolves. So do not tell me that you were scared and felt powerless, like a human would. I will not believe you!"

Later on, she noticed him laughing, as she also cracked a smile. However her smile was gone listen to him. "I think the alpha position had drew you in a selfishness. I would never want any off springs of your kind. Neither want I draw or drag any of you. I just want to be able to go on with my boring life. See were I got myself into, when I accepted to watch a horror film. So, I cannot imagine the next horror that will knock on my door if I ever decided to hang out with werewolves. Not forgetting, I would be freaked out most of the times. And terrified Christine is not fun at all." she went on saying. She usually never talked that much. It was how her brain was trying to adjust still to all the new information she had found this day.

After that they did not talk any longer, until they reached her house. She had almost fallen asleep as it felt cozy and relaxing. She quite enjoyed being carried around. Yet, she tried not to reveal that pleasant surprise on her face. As they stopped outside her house entrance. She felt her feet reaching the solid ground. At she had never being happier in her life. The wooden house, seemed to be build years ago. It's price was really cheap, even for buying it. Though, she was only rending the place. It was a two floors building. Below was the kitchen, living room and a smaller bathroom. In the second floor there were two bedrooms and a bigger bathroom. Of course, she used one of the bedrooms like her study room. Books, and more books inhabited in that part of the room.

"What.. no no! Wait! You are not going anywhere!" she voiced loudly as she was ordering, almost forgetting who Damon was. "I mean, you will come with me and check the house that no werewolf or Feral is inside! You cannot just leave me out here." she added. She looked for her keys in her pocket. It took her a while as her hands were still shaking. She finally found the keys and opened the door. If Damon decided to follow her inside. They would first walk into a small hallway. There were her coats and jackets hanging and under them her shoes. On the north parts there was a kitchen made with wood, a dinning table and wooden chairs. On the west was the living room, there was a TV set, a couch and coffee table. The walls were all wooden and the floor the same. Few white fur rugs were covering the wooden floors. She walked through the house checking inch by inch. When she was sure everything was safe.

"Alright! I think nothing or no one is in here!" she said relieved. "I never thanked you. Really thank you for bringing me home safe. Can I offer some coffee!" she said trying to be nice. She honest had no idea what she should tell to the man. She was still scared and confused. She leaned against the wooden wall as she was trying to fix her curly hair. That seemed a bit more messy than before. Her body structure was a bit more clear than before. She was just a usual human nothing more or less.

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"You imagine I could be frightened to bits if I stumbled upon a small gathering of pink unicorns as they engaged in combat with their long glowing horns?" Damon was incredulous that such an option alone was paired with the likes of night dwelling blood suckers and reanimated human corpses that ate humans. The mild surprise in his voice her her bit of a game showed that he wasn't taking it seriously and his answer surely wouldn't help her figure out what was real or not. In a low tone with some vocal fry he looked dead ahead as he reaffirmed something he told her before "We were all small once. And I'm no exception." Had she wanted to just tease him with her lack of empathy that he ever was scared of something or not, didn't dwell on it as the next topic came.

He didn't remember inviting her to have his offspring. So, the selfishness remark she landed on him just sorta made him smile more. He would ponder just what sort of boogieman did she imagine him to be before. And, why she was growing so much more comfortable with him. He was the biggest and scariest monster this side of the country in overall survival terms. Fending off an Alpha was a daunting task, even he had felt bad for the hypothetical humans who he imagined may have to fight him one day. "Jimmy isn't better off making puppies that share the incredibly limited gene pools of these two families. No one would be. And he can't put a baby in a human woman. Didn't I tell you that already? It wouldn't matter how ready her body would be or how much of the right stuff he'd put in her."

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As Damon allowed her to stand, his upper chest already throbbing and complaining at him as he missed her delightful body against his own, Damon turned as he would prepare to walk away. Her invitation to remain made his eyes widen a bit more as he turned back to follow her inside. "You're a different sort of human." He'd say softly, clearly taking the option that would allow him to spend more time with her. "Your strategy, just hypothetically, to root out butterflies in your house would be to put a makeshift leach around the neck of the biggest Monarch you could find and patrol the house with it?" He mused, a small sense of joy in his voice at just imagining such a parody.

He'd follow behind her and at times ahead of her, understanding the creature comforts of wanting to know no one was there and to feel safe. And as snobby as his dialogue with the boys may have been, how generally less cheap his clothes were compared to them, he made no negative comments about the place. Then again, it was hard to be a home critic as a werewolf whose viable bedding was basically anywhere and every where. He'd silently bless the stars again that he wasn't born to be a weak fussy human male. "The were wolves in town are regular folk who have families to raise. The only few who want to get rid of you are the elders because they are afraid you might ruin the pact to join the families in the only arranged marriage we may ever have." He put emphasis on the word only as a prior comment of hers seemed to imply she thought they had some penchant for Arranged Marriages. They were basically wolf people. As soon as a pregnancy occurs the pair is bonded for life. "I would love a cup of coffee." He smiled to her as he followed her to where ever her coffee may be. It seemed neither were in a rush to be alone at this point. He didn't question the study room esque bathroom she had either.
 
Christine paused as she grabbed a small towel from the kitchen and soaked in soap and clean water and started to clean her face as she was listened at him joyful teasing her. She paused only to share with him one more part of her mind "I could do that and even more. If my house and I, could be in danger even the biggest Monarch and even the king (if we had one), would be dragged by me to secure my accommodation. Never think just because I am human, a small human. I cannot will and demand." she uttered like a small dog that barks because it cannot bite. Yet, she somehow enjoyed to threat someone that was stronger than her.

She turned on the boiler to heat the water to prepare some instant coffee. She threw the towel inside the kitchen sink. Her two sizes bigger shirt was now getting more in her way, as she had to climb on the counter and get two mugs for the coffee. Before she stepped down she sat against the counter and left the mugs next to her. "Wait! You are telling me that the elders of this town are afraid of me." she ended up laughing ironically. "Why would I ever want to ruin your pact? And they want to get rid of me? I hope that is not a threat? Not from you, but them?" she serious said. "Honestly, you people have few big issues with your logic! And after all as you said Micheal wants that Natasha. You do not trust each other easy here?" she shake her head in disbelieve.

Then she leaped from the counter. Her long hair would wave as she landed against the ground. She bend in the lower shelves and found the instant coffee, sugar and cream. She placed them against the counter. The water was ready, she placed the coffee into the mugs and blend it. Then she offered him the mug. "If you want sugar and cream, suit yourself." she said pointing at the counter. "I prefer my coffee black!" she added. Then she simply leaped against the counter and sat as they were talking. "Anyway, my point is they should not be worried. And its not polite to threaten people. I pay my rent, I pay my fees, and my taxes. I do not care if you they are werewolves or Kings. With out any evidence they are not allow to threat me! Tell them that!" she cried out irritated. So irritated she forgot that they were actually werewolves. "That's why i was being ignore! Do tell them to back off! Or I will share a part of my mind with them next time I go to town!" she spoke her mind off.​
 
She sure knew how to make him smile, even if his eyes grew distracted and tired. Even an impossibly handsome and fit form such as his benefited greatly from regular sleep and the likes of it. "Wouldn't a King, being a monarch, just be a male Monarch butterfly?" He tried to entertain her boisterous display. It might not be immediately visible or obvious, but Damon knew he could listen to her adorable barks until she grew blue in the face. "Save that talk for me, okay? At least then we both know it will be appreciated." Damon gave her a small nod.

"It appears there's been a fundamental misunderstanding here. And I almost don't even want to correct you on it." He was devious, even in his playful banter as he let his eyes follow her rear as she made her way for the sugar and creamer. For a human, she was cute as a button and he was glad that he didn't need to snuff her out for his plan. To hurt someone who could make him enjoy himself like this would cause him a moderate notion of regret that he'd choose to avoid. "See, humans are trouble. Even your fiery little self could cause a great disturbance without even trying. The elders are a great deal wiser for their age and they didn't want to take the risk of having a human move in. Knowing it bothered them I... Furthered your paperwork on my own." He stood to walk across the room to retrieve his mug and feel it's warmth as he smiled to her, his icy blue impossibly mesmerizing stare peering right into the window of her soul. "You had my approval and protection from the onset because your mere existence here fucked with those dottering old beurocrats and it pleased me. At first, I was a glutton for disturbing the peace and I didn't care who you were. But, meeting you now, I'm glad that I made that impulsive decision. Without attempting to, or meaning to, you've been doing me a wonderfully delightful favor just being here. Does that make a little more sense?"

He'd give the rim of the cup a seemingly intimate sniff with closed eyes as he held it in both hands. Like this, Damon would seem a little more boyish or dog-like. "Coffee. Instant coffee is so different." He wouldn't seem disappointed, simply stating the fact as he moved to take a sip. "I only consume human beverages, leaving my meals a little more... Game-y. If you know what I'm referring too. And I don't have a sweet tooth, but I am happy that you are such a wonderful hostess." With the mug in his right hand, he'd look to her bangs before reaching up and gently playing with her hair. "For a small human, you have a big heart and given a little time... You seem to be quite fearless. Knowing what I am, after all." He complimented her before turning to make his way to the table and sitting in a chair as he sipped from his mug.
 
She had to smile as he noted that actually a King was a monarch. She lifted her hand and tapped her head, (action she would do a lot, each time she said or did something stupid.) "It depends, You see the Queen of England for example ...is she a monarch? She isn't really? someone else sets the tables. Not all Kings are monarchs. Okay Okay! I will stop talking about confusing things!" she said as she tried to hide her giggle.

She remained on her seat as Damon gave her one long speak about him and the elders. Now she knew even more than before. Yet, she did not commented on that. She let her hands rest on her hips as her structure stood relaxing listening, at him. "You mean I have to thank you that I ended up here. I was really confused when I was accepted so far from home. That makes a sense. You want to make changes as an alpha. You do not like their old ways. Yet, it was wicked of you to let me in this game with out me knowing. What even makes sure that I would cause any kind of conflict?" she serious asked him. Her azure blue eyes remained pinned against his.

Her cheeks blushed as he started playing with her hair. She smiled at him and politely pushed his hands of her hair. She did not replied at him. She watched him retreat and sit in one of the chairs. She followed him and grabbed another chair placing it in front of him. Her mug was forgotten on the kitchen counter. She turned the chair and sat crossing her legs. Her body leaned closer towards him. "I am scared. Yet, I cannot allow you to know that. Then again after what you said. It seems that I have your support. And If i am correct like 5%, that I should think you more as a friend that will help than an enemy I should be afraid off. Well..." she giggled and pushed her hair behind her ears. "Then you would be in bigger trouble, as I would not be scared and I would ... I will speak my mind!" she cried out positively.​
 
He quaintly accepted the fact that he maybe a little more read on some subjects than she would be. He was older, and a big research nerd. What he did for money didn't make that any less stereotypical. Though, he had his Alpha body to thank for allowing him to spend his time working on his brain while being innately physically imposing and impeccably handsome to the point of being the ideal partner for just about anyone. His kids were going to look good no matter what, if he lived long enough to have them. Damon played dangerous games and lives were always on the line with him. Even if he had a cheery disposition and a mild genetic politeness to him.

"You're still not thinking about it from our position." He tried to guide her to see why the elders might feel the way they do. "You might think that you're just here to be you and that you aren't looking for any trouble." Damon felt like he knew her side of things quite well by now. "But, right now they're tentatively working on an alliance where one wrong move could lead to a blood war. I'm barely cooperating and they're stressed. For you humans, perhaps you could imagine it's one of those fancy movie scenes where everyone has a gun pointed at someone else and after the first trigger gets pulled all he'll would break loose. And then in walks a human. An element they are biologically incapable of trusting after all of their years spent divided from them. You're scary to them without having to do anything and I don't care if it all comes burning down to the ground. Fuck them and their plans."

He blinked a bit watching her step around to grab a chair and get mighty close to him with crossed legs. She didn't want to put up with letting him touch her hair, but she wanted to be closer to him physically? This made him raise an eyebrow slowly as he sipped from his mug, trying to not come to any conclusions. He wouldn't back away in any fashion. Much like an Alpha should, he owned the space immediately around him by the mere virtue of being himself. At least, his body language would make it seem that way. "I'm impossibly dangerous. I helped you when I have because by the mere factors of your being alive, and here, the people I despise are annoyed and stressed and that makes me happy." He wasn't going to lie to her about having some prolonged crush on her since before she met him or something like that. "I suppose I like your face and your personality quite a fair bit more than most others. I don't have a good excuse for following you into your home to help you make sure you're safe, or sharing coffee with you. I suppose I am finding myself drawn to being around you. Though, if your survival was important to you." He'd look down into his cup as he'd frown. "In my expert opinion you would run. From here. From something like me, someone like me, even humans like me. I don't have a penchant for helping when it doesn't serve me."
 
At first she said nothing but remained straight and tall in her chair, as she had now moved her upper body away from him. She titled her head as his words were not making any sense. "You do not wish for the alliance to take place. You are against it... or you are against them!?" Christine noted as her mind was now working better as it used to a while ago. Of course, she was not wise, neither that smart. But she had her own logic, and she could read through the lines. She place her fingers against her mouth as she little jumped in shock. She uncrossed her legs. "They harmed you? Or someone close to you? It's not only to decline their ways. They mean now nothing to you?" she dared to reveal her deepest thoughts. Her curiosity was slowly raising. She wanted to find out more about this society.

Her brows lowered causing lines to appear on her forehead. Her heart beat a little faster at the way Damon could seem to pick up what was troubling her. Her index finger run over her lips as she was thinking what he had just told her. Christine blinked a few times, her lips parting in surprise at the unexpected words. She crossed her legs, as she leaned forward in her seat. Her fists rested against her hips. Her eyes stared at his body, noticing every detail. "You do have an excuse, I asked! And you obeyed!" she whispered softly still staring at him. She leaned a bit closer. Not sure what was drawing her closer. Yet, she did not stepped behind as she should. It was like her senses were locked into him. "I could run. But I will not!" she said and leaned even closer, her eyes pinned against his. " I should run! But will not!" she added as her right hand rested now against his hip. "I absolutely must run! Yet, here I am!" she spoke under her breath. Surprising even her own self, with her actions.​
 
She knew a fair bit about his motivations without him even mentioning them. Perhaps Christine had some sort of powerfully potent guessing skills? He'd ponder this as he debated actually telling that side of things to her. Though, maniacal devilishness was Damon's primary trait and keeping that part of things away from her was important. He wouldn't allow a single sign of this thought process to reach the surface. "To keep ourselves safe, the Creeds lived largely alone. Fresh genes weren't a common thing for us, and that's bad. Our good traits were highlighted, but if a powerful illness swept though these lands we'd be wiped out with ease. And yet... The Fairgrove family are no different. They want to squander the powerful bond a werewolf shares with their lifelong mate and the health of my future offspring all on some political move. I despise them." He gave her the truth, even if it wasn't the more damning information.

As she leaned forward he would turn towards her and leave his mug on the table. With her last lean towards him he followed her lead by bringing his face close to her own. There were possibly an infinite amount of reasons for a female of any species to be drawn to Damon on looks alone. On scent alone. His aura alone. And he was intelligent, bold, cocky. "Are you drawn to what is bad for you? Are you a contrarian? Or..." He lead further, his bangs touching her hair as he was just so close to her. His breathe could be felt against her lips. "Are you drawn to what you see?"
 
Christine was cable to read through the lines. It was not really a skill or anything magical. It was just her using her logic. That was one of the reasons she did not believe in werewolves at the beginning. Her mind was set to believe in evidence and logic factors. What was real should be seen and proven, the rest was fictional. Until, her world collapsed and she found out that werewolves were real. Now, back to Damon he was revealing more about them and his family. Yet, she knew that the alpha was hiding more than he was telling her. She was satisfied, he even answered her. She was surprised many times that night. Since he had been open and honest with her. That showed her two things. Maybe he trusted her or she was meant nothing. She was just another human in their food chain. And that scared her. But her mind was filled with curiosity and butterflies, she could not worry about her safety at the moment. "Then I was right, you do despise them. Maybe that information is more important than anything you told me tonight!" she admitted.

She felt his breath close to her lips, as she did not stepped back. His hands touching her bangs. And this time she actually allowed him to touch her. She let both her hand rest against his hips. She smiled listening at him. She even blushed a bit. "I am drawn to what I see!" she said honestly. "Yet, it would not be enough, to allow you that close. There is more about you that draws me closer!" she said as she leaned closer to him. Her eyes blinked, as she smiled at him. "And you, is there a reason you allow me to be that close?" she teased him.
 
She was a quirky little human detective girl in his eyes. Someone he could keep around to keep himself entertained indefinitely. In this regard, Damon had already decided in his chest that while he previously had no intention of protecting whatever human he let in for long... Christine would like be on the protected end of his monstrous power and political sway here in town. At least until she starts ruining his game plan. As of right now, that day seemed to be no where in sight. She was curious, cute and funny. Hardly devious and self-righteous like Damon could admit he was himself. To her comment about his information liking having been the most important piece she's gotten yet, he'd simply smile a little wider to show his teeth. "Oh?"

"I can imagine there to be plenty of reasons for a lady such as yourself to find herself... Caught in my field of gravity." He decided to make a little bit of his clever tone be known as he drew just the last inch closer than any next move would have their lips touch. His bangs danced and mingled with her own as his heavy lidded frosty blue orbs peered right into her. "I could name a few reasons myself. But, I'm sure you're a creative girl. You have... Probably pictured exactly what I was thinking once of twice. Yes?" It was pretty clear that Damon's dirty talk thus far amounted to saying a whole lot with very few words. Though, the deep rumble to his leathery masculine voice and the way his aura made wearing clothes less comfortable should be indicators for exactly what was on his mind.

The palm of his left hand took her right knee before smoothing over her jeans over her comparably small thigh in his big manly hand. His right index finger would casually hook under her two-sizes too big shirt. Just as he'd lean in enough to finally take her upper lip with his own and kiss her deeply, he'd lift her shirt enough to reveal her pale skinned abdomen and chest that he longed to layer with kisses even as he couldnt4see it as he deeply kissed her. His left hand groped and fondled her right thigh firmly, reminding her of his strength, his authority, how adorably tiny she was in his imposing shadow.
 
The human girl, did not know what was riling inside his mind. She could never be as devious as he was. Because she had lived all her mortal life in a safe environment. She had family, friends that supported her. Indeed she had been a trouble maker for time to time. She had her fair part in fighting and quarrel, but nothing like Damon. She never had a council to judge her. Just because she was human. She never was though, as a threat by anyone. Of course her reality was different, then Damon's and the others. Yet, she would learn slowly how that town functioned and what part of the game she would play. Or she would just turn the game close to her likes. After all it was Christine. She only giggled when she noticed his teeth. His fang visible enough, made only smile more. "Please not the teeth! Sweet! It's so hilarious!" she ended up cracking, and took her a while to stop. It was too funny she almost peed her pants. Thankfully, she was a big girl now, and could hold it!

His aura made her feel a bit awkward. His leathery voice drew her closer to him. She was smiling, though not laughing as before. His words could let her imagination ran wild, with out him saying anything dirty. She bit her lips before answering. "You know, I am not caught in your field of Gravity." she winked at him confident enough, to hide her awkwardness. "Yet, may picture it! Or I could add more into your thoughts. So much more that your mind would softly burn!" she smirked, her cheeks blushed as she giggled on her own words. She could guess what was exactly in his mind or maybe not. Either way she wanted to win this round. Just because he was a werewolf, should she hid her thoughts!

Christine felt his left palm around her right knee. Her azure blue eyes watched his hand against her knee. It seemed rather bigger than she remembered it. Her own hands remain resting against his lap as she was sure one of his finger hooked under her shirt. She bit again her lips and she blushed. She let her lips meet with his and slowly a kiss was formed. She pressed her lips against his own, tilting her head enough for him to reach her. Her bangs slowly felt against her face, hiding their wild kiss. She closed her eyes, allowing the kiss to be even stronger. She felt the cold air against her flat belly and next her chest as he revealed some of it. She almost gasped as she felt him strongly grabbing her thigh. Like he wanted her to notice his strength, and power. She had noticed it, but her eyes remained close as they kissed. She leaned a bit closer to him letting her right hand rest against his chest.​
 
Her laughter would serve to confuse him. Damon's concept on how different humans and werewolves really were had never been challenged so eloquently by any other human as it had been with Christine. Perhaps she was just a peculiar human? Maybe Damon was just the prime opposite of this bubbly fun-seeking bundle of rebel love that sat before him? In a way, they both seemed to represent structure and disorder or chaos, but in precisely the opposite ways. Every time he figured that he had her all figured out, this human woman surprised him with actions he could not predict or feelings he would not expect. How much of this could be chalked up to their unorthodox introduction? Even as the Alpha, it wasn't everyday that he got the opportunity to demonstrate his delicious superiority in combat and poise. How many human men could say they first met a woman as she watched him best four transformed werewolves in unarmed four versus one combat? Even Damon would like to at least meet this hypothetical person. And yet, Damon couldn't help but feel an annoying little bulb of disappointment. He felt as though those primal feelings of lust weren't invigorated in the sexy beauty before him. That all of the things about how they met that would drive a werewolf woman wild with lust to take on his potent seed and carry a litter of his strong handsome pups was simply lost on someone Christine. Perhaps she was falling for the ways he was mimicking human men? He couldn't understand why she felt like putting her wonderfully soft skin right up against his evil fangs so willingly. This sense of uncertainty wasn't helping Damon foster his arousal, though the idea of hearing what her moans sounded like was all he really needed in the first place.

He'd pull back from their kiss with a grin, clearly having enjoyed it. "A soft burn? You could turn your brain off and I could ignite a raging fire with both arms behind my back." Damon gave her a bit of banter before using both hands to guide her arms straight off before non-negotiatingly removing her oversized top and letting it crumble to a small pile beside his mug. It would appear while they both set out to enjoy a cup of coffee, their minds and attentions moved on to sexier, dirtier things. He'd make no bones about letting her catch his evil blue eyes scan her revealed torso inch by inch with a wicked grin dancing on his lips. She was a beauty, and he didn't hide his appreciation of that one bit as both of his huge hands took her sides as he rubbed slowly up and down her bare skin. "Do you have an imperfection?" He'd muse softly, noting that she was incredibly attractive. "Even your fiery mane lights up my imagination."

Damon liked what he was seeing, at least his face and the words leaving it were saying that quite well enough. He'd stand, taking both sides of her head and her cheeks in his big hands as he'd smile down to her. Even though her head would be quite delinquently close to his groin, he had other plans in mind. "Tell me, human. Chrissy~ Is you bed big enough for an Alpha?" His words were always crafted to say more than each individual word would literally mean. In this case, he eluded to the idea that they might as well investigate that idea by checking. And at the same time, this would be an invitation for the duo to take their sudden interest in eachother's anatomy to a more comfortable location. If he could, Damon would strive to write books within a mere few sentences.
 
She gazed at him deeply, cheeks still red as fire. She blinked a bit confused, why the kiss would stopped. She got her answer before her thought had finished. "You sound too sure about yourself. But I would want to see that!" she teased him smiling. Next her hands were lifted on the air and her two sized shirt was gone. Her red hair seemed a bit messy. She rose her left hand and pulled the rubber off letting the long curly hair cover her face and some of her chest. She tilted her head as he noticed him some how being attracted to her. "You really are a strange individual!" she admitted. She leaned a bit closer and whispered against his air "I have many imperfections. But it would only sounds like perfections to you!" she winked at him. She would giggled, and laughed at her silly words, though she was too focused on him and could not.

Christine gaze remained pinned on him. She was really confused and surprised that he showed interested at her. His face and actions, after all were enough to show that. She returned back the same amount of attraction. He was drawing her closer with every actions of his. She cracked her neck listen at his words. Normally, she would think about it. She would at least take some time, before answering. That night she was not able to. As his big hands were holding her head she smirked at him "Well it's not King Size, yet an Alpha might liked it! At least one specific Alpha that I had in mind.!" she answered speaking under her breath. She placed her hand close to his chest once again. Her body moved few inches closer, as she her curiosity rose what would happen next. "And could this Alpha really handle a human!" she added giving him a wild stare as she bit her lips softly.​
 
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