Blood Witch (6 page)

Nathan turned in her arms, and moved his face in close to hers. She thought he would
lick her cut again, but instead he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hard.
Her arms moved up to circle around his broad neck, as she kissed him back with feverish
want. He pressed his body against her, hard, ready. She could sense his need, his
want, and it matched hers in every way. Her hands had tangled themselves in his long,
blondish brown hair when he finally broke the kiss.

“What the hell was that?” he finally said and went to the boy. He picked him up from
out of the water and laid him on an old wood counter.

“A kiss,” she murmured, wanting him to kiss her more, touch her. She sighed.

“I know what that was, I mean that,” he said, motioning to the boy.

“Magic,” she said, looking down into the water. “But different.” She thought of the
life of the magic. There seemed no death in it. No
scary
, as she was used to thinking of it.

“I’ve never fought the moon. But we did it. Your blood tastes of bear and magic.”

The door above them exploded in, shaking the roof above them dangerously. Nathan covered
her from the falling wood splinters as best he could. “Never fear,” Collin said, “The
cavalry is here.”

“Was that explosives?” Leslie shouted, barely able to hear over the loud ringing in
her ears. She would have to get her ears checked. They were getting a lot of damage
lately.

“Sure was. Hell with your magic. Give me enough boom, and I can get through anything,”
Collin said. He turned looking at someone. “Found your brother, too.”

Nathan helped her up the stairs. She felt sad when he finally let go of her to head
back to get the cub. Outside, the night felt new, but that would have meant they were
in there over twenty-four hours. She couldn’t be sure by that gas that knocked them
out. She grabbed a light and went back to the door. She wanted to see if there was
enough wood left to see the runes marked into the frame in hopes they could maybe
trace them back to whoever set the ward. As she looked, she saw there was nothing
left. She ran her hands over the ruined wood, hoping to pick up something, just a
hint of magic.

“Sorry,” Collin finally said as he watched her give up looking.

“It’s okay, at least you got us out. Very Rambo of you.” She hugged him hard.

“I was thinking more Die Hard.”

Patrick handed her a blanket. “I bet you can use some food, a shower and bed.”

She nodded, but looked at Nathan. He looked at her. She wondered if he felt the same,
the need, want to touch. Her skin vibrated with so much need her body ached. She finally
looked at Patrick who seemed to be lecturing them about calling back up and letting
people know where they were going. Lucky for her, they found out where her car was
because the GPS.

“And mom had to call your work and say you were out sick. Your
mother
had to call in for you. So I hope you are ready to be teased at work.”

“Thank you, Patrick,” he said, cradling the now blanket wrapped cub. “This boy was
turned against his will. So maybe you should be helping him and save the lecture for
another time.”

Patrick grabbed the boy and with the help of Collin, they put him in Leslie’s car.
“I’ll take him to the safe house,” Patrick told them as he got into Leslie’s car and
drove off.

“And I am taking you home. Heroics are over, good deed done for the night,” Collin
said and Leslie nodded, walking to the black SUV.

She opened the passenger side door, but Nathan stopped her before she could get in.
“We have to talk about this.”

She nodded. “Drive safe.”

“I’ll be behind you all the way.” He started to turn away and stopped. “Do you still
feel it?”

She rested her forehead against the glass, letting her hands keep the door steady.
“I do.”

“Leslie, I found your phone. And I think it’s okay,” one of the techs said running
over to them.

She took it from him. “Thanks. Hey, that’s always a plus.”

Nathan ran his fingers over her hand before leaving to his own car. Her body vibrated.
Just one little touch, what did it all mean? She sat down, and laid her head back.
“You going to tell me everything that happened down there?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Something happened between you two. I can see it by how you guys are looking at each
other.”

“I think I need to talk to Mr. Forever.”

“I am all up for a visit to the strip club.”

“I was thinking of waiting until full moon. He should be there, enjoying the festivities,
like everyone.”

“Who warded the door?”

“There are only four people who can; me, Fred, Carlotta and Rich. The runes were destroyed,
but I’m sure it’s Rich. His wards are pretty damn tough. I am so going to kick his
ass.”

The Wolves housed themselves in the Tioga Hotel, one of the oldest buildings in town.
It stood eight stories tall toward the end of Main Street. The place had recently
been repainted, a nice off white with green trimming, to match some of the businesses
it housed along the bottom. Usually all the scum hung out around the Tioga. The Wolves
made money by dealing drugs, pimping out their females, and other illegal things.

Patrick stopped the car on M Street. They all looked over at the old hotel. “You sure
you want to do this?”

“If Rich locked me up, he was doing it for Jonathan. And I want to know what’s going
on,” Leslie said as she got out of the car. Patrick and Collin got out as well. As
she walked up to the hotel, the smell of barbeque filled the air as they passed by
the Tioga Café and walked into the courtyard. A blind, old, black man sat by the door.

“Leslie, he’s busy,” the man said as she walked by.

“Oh well,” she said passing him by.

“We don’t like bears in our place,” he said as Patrick passed.

He ignored the man and followed behind Leslie. Patrick hated the wolves just as everyone
in his pack did but he hated them more because of being a Supervisor and busting them
every month for something dumb they did. They walked into the hotel. The inside was
a mess of red color and old smelly furniture. A human would be turned off by the old
smell of liquor and stale cigarette smoke that lingered in the air. Wolves lounged
around playing cards, dice, drinking, flirting. They all went quiet when the three
entered.

Leslie, wearing her usual, jeans, t-shirt and hoodie, didn’t even pause. She made
her way to the elevator, and hit the button. Her foot tapped the dirty carpet that
had lost its original color many years ago.

“I really don’t like this,” Collin said as the elevator opened.

“Calm it down,” she said as they walked in.

The wolves were still watching them as the elevator doors closed. The small old box
struggled its way up to the eighth floor. “Do you even have a plan?” Patrick asked.

“I don’t know, the usual.”

Patrick laughed. “This is how we get into trouble,” Collin replied.

The elevator beeped open and they walked out following Leslie down the hall. James,
Jonathan’s third stood at the door. He might have been one of the smallest of the
wolves, standing five-seven, but he was mean as hell. Every part of him looked as
if he had injected himself with steroids. He had no neck, just huge shoulders; he
was just one solid wall of rock. His brown eyes went wide as he saw Leslie walk up.
She stopped in front of him, hands on hips, and just stared at him.

“Jonathan is busy,” he said in his deep thick voice.

“Not my problem,” Leslie said in a bored tone. “Now move or I might just get angry.”

Back about a year ago, there had been an incident, in which Jonathan and Leslie had
fought over something, and in the end, she had destroyed the building they were standing
in. Jonathan had been hurt pretty bad, but Leslie had no marks on her. No one knew
exactly what the two were fighting over, neither ever talked about the incident, but
Leslie could use it to scare some of the wolves.

“You don’t scare me,” James said crossing his arms over his huge chest.

She turned to the guys putting her back to James. Collin and Patrick watched as she
rolled her eyes with a small frown as she thought something over. Then she got a small
smile, and shrugged.

“Les-,” Patrick stopped Collin from saying more by placing his hand on his shoulder.

She turned. “You will let me in.”

“Your Jedi mind tricks don’t work on me,” he said with a small shake of his head.

“He has a girl in there doesn’t he?” she looked around him at the door.

“That is none of your business. Leslie, you should leave. Call Jonathan for an appointment
or something.”

“Fuck that,” she said and raised her hand which was clinched in a fist; she opened
it, so the palm was pointing at the door. It blew open with a loud crack as it smacked
into the wall inside. She had to squelch the urge to use more magic. It just wanted
to escape and go on a rampage. Now even worse since the other night. Her skin seemed
too tight for her body, but she pushed it down, shaking her head. A firm reminder
where she was.

Women on the inside screamed loudly at the sound. Fredrico was at the door ready for
a fight, his chestnut eyes turning a wolfish amber. He zoned in on Leslie who had
both hands palms out at James.

“Nina, you know how to make an entrance,” he said getting himself under control.

She reached into her pocket, and pulled out her Supervisor’s badge. “I’m here to talk
to Jonathan. This is business.”

“James step down, and let the Supervisors through. You should know better,” he said
to the shorter wolf, and his voice held a threat. “Come in, Nina, Jonathan will not
be very happy to see you.”

“He never is,” Patrick said, making Collin cough to hide his laugh.

James moved, letting them into the two bedroom apartment. Jonathan liked things simple
and easy. He had a large couch in the living room facing a giant flat screen TV. The
sound system and DVDS were the only other items in the room. He never used the kitchen,
she knew he didn’t cook. They followed Fredrico to the second bedroom.

Leslie stopped at the door, hands on hips looking over the room. It had been set up
very elaborate for Jonathan. A large velvet round bed took up most of the room. The
small night stand had a large bottle of lube, fuzzy pink hand cuffs, and a large vibrator,
all very not Jonathan. A naked girl was chained to the left wall, looking horrified.
Another girl huddled beside her, a whip at her feet. On the other wall were items
for torture and sex, two big wolfy turn ons and much more Jonathan. Rich stood beside
the camera.

“Well you don’t see this every day,” Collin said peeking over her shoulder. She elbowed
him in the gut.

Jonathan stood up from the seat he sat in, in the corner. He stood an inch taller
than her. Brown eyes, honey colored skin, wild dark brown hair, lips that naturally
pouted. He looked like a biker, all leathers and jeans. And he could wear a pair of
jeans better than almost anyone. The other man able to fill out a pair of jeans was
Nathan. He was neither huge nor small; he had muscles, but not crazy buff like James,
or lanky regular like Fredrico. He also held an air of power, Kingship.

“I should have known.”

“Porn now?” Leslie asked walking into the room. She picked up the fuzzy handcuffs
and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Really?”

He shrugged. “You know me. Those are for the ones who don’t like kink.” He stalked
over to her. “As I remember it you like your kink like most wolves.”

“I do know you.” She put the handcuffs down and moved around him back to Collin and
Patrick. “That’s why I’m here. It seems I was held against my wishes in a basement
with some heavy duty wards on the door, and-” she stopped.

“And?” he asked.

Her brows furrowed. She didn’t like this one bit. If she mentioned the cub, he could
spin it on Nathan. And why would he do something like that? It made no sense. She
sighed. “There are only four people who can ward here. Me, Frank, Carlotta and Rich,”
she said glaring at the rodent.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose at the mention of his name. Jonathan not missing
the motion walked over to him and slapped him hard. “Or perhaps there is some new
player in the game,” Jonathan said. He turned to the women at that wall. “Okay now
that you two have calmed down. Warm the fuck back up. I have a movie to finish. I
ain’t paying you bitches to sit there like scared cats.”

“Cats?” she asked looking at the naked ladies. Thin and delicate with dark hair and
eyes. She then felt the buzz of power. “Randy pimping them out now?”

He laughed looking at the weretigers. “Randy does what Randy wants to do, and right
now Randy wants a porn flick with his two hottest bitches. So why is it that when
something bad happens to you, you come straight to me? I applaud whoever bested you,
but right now as you see,” he motioned to the camera, “I’m sort of busy. Why the fuck
would I mess with you? I’m on a deadline.”

“Actually I came to talk to Rich. Since his wards are probably the best.”

“Well thank you,” Rich said still standing by the camera.

“Shut up,” Jonathan and she both said at the same time.

“Here, I know the drill,” Jonathan said with a bored tone. “You will have to get a
warrant to arrest him. He has been by my side or Fredrico’s since he went to the morgue
to see about old Chester. Good old man, sad to see him dead. Anyway. I have an apartment
of wolves who can verify, and other hookers who have been in and out of here working
on this movie. Now Fredrico, please show the Supervisors to the door, and Leslie I
will see you Friday. You should wear a dress once in a while, you look boring in jeans,
and I know you have some nice legs.” With that he slammed the bedroom door in her
stunned face.

“Sorry, the jefe, he is not mismo,” he said then shook his head. “Himself. I’m sorry
I forget myself. My last clan, spoke Spanish, I have to remember not everyone does.”

“It’s okay, we understand most of it,” Patrick said. “Once you run into a clan of
Spanish speaking chupacabras its kind of good to know Spanish to a point.”

“Interesting. I myself have never met one, but it is rumored that the lycanthrope
virus comes from them,” he said stopping at the door. “Do they still live in town?
I would very much like to meet them.”

“They went into hiding after we executed one of three of their only females. She had
gotten blood lust and ate a camp full of people,” Collin said.

He sighed, disappointment clouding his dark features. “I shall then see you all on
Friday,” he said walking them out the broken door.

Leslie followed by Patrick and Collin left the room. And were quiet until they got
to the car. Inside, they all looked at the Tioga. “I know they had something to do
with shoving me in that basement. Why? I have no freaking clue.”

“I was actually on a porno set,” Collin said in a very dreamy voice. “I want more
porno sets.”

Patrick and Leslie looked at each other. “Boys,” they both said.