Shifter Legends

Demon Hunters Motorcyle Club: Shifter Legends

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2014 Kaylee Song

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James Song, you always make my life one worth living. Thank you for rescuing me.

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Briana set down the metal watering can and looked out over the balcony. It had been a long road, but she was finally here. In her own apartment. It wasn’t special, but it was the first time she ever lived somewhere on her own. Somewhere she could call hers.

And she loved it.

The sun hit her apartment just right in the afternoon, which framed the skyline perfectly, and gave her a beautiful view of the wooded park just beyond the complex. Each breath in filled her with excitement as she watched the people coming to and from their homes.

Her ears perked up as she heard the rumble and whirr of a motorcycle as it came down through the lot. While the sound may have grabbed her attention, the man on top of the vintage bike held it.  He was long and lean, and the dark helmet added a flair of mystery to his face. Someone with a figure like that had to be handsome. Like model handsome.

She couldn’t help but stare as he lifted off his helmet, his long locks tumbling down, their chestnut color shining in the sunlight.  Briana bit her lip as she realized he looked exactly like she imagined, with long hair, fierce jawline, even down to the intense steely eyes. He looked like a hurricane ready to strike. She realized she was staring when their eyes connected. Before she could look away he exaggerated a wink in her direction and sent a flush creeping into her cheeks.

Shit.
Turning away she tried to busy herself, giving her plants a second watering as she avoided his gaze. She had been caught staring and she knew it.  She waited a moment and then looked out of the corner of her eye, curiosity getting the best of her, but when she looked he wasn’t there. Briana deflated a little and walked inside to give the plants in there some attention too.

Might as well forget he even existed.
She needed to stay away from men that grabbed her attention anyways, and he seemed like the kind of bad boy that would just drag her down.

She had enough of being down. Slogging through college with no family and a slew of foster homes before that, the last thing she wanted was to end up with someone who looked even a tenth as dangerous as that man on the motorcycle. Besides, she could always dream.

When she was finally finished she padded across her living room and sat down on her new-to-her couch. She was sure that she would never get used to the independence that was ahead of her. A new job at a small publishing house, her own car, and a college degree hanging up on the wall above her desk. Briana let out a big sigh and closed her eyes to relax. Just in time to hear a knock at her door.

She peeked through the peephole but all she could see was the silhouette of a man holding a bag of takeout on the other side of the door. She couldn’t make out all of his features, but the white bag with the big happy smile was clear. He must have had the wrong apartment. Briana opened the door.

Might was well let the poor guy know.

“Hi,” Briana said, “I’m actually not expecting a delivery. I think you have the wrong apartment.” She slowly looked up to see the chiseled, hardened jaw from earlier. The biker. Briana flushed again, a new level of scarlet making its way to her cheeks.  “Oh…”

“Hey, I’m Grant.  I realized I had a new neighbor and I thought I would do the friendly thing and bring dinner over. You like Chinese?” He looked her over and then landed on her eyes, a friendly smile on his face.

“Briana Braun. Yes, Chinese is one of my favorites, actually.”

The fierceness in his eyes was just as obvious now as it was when he hopped off his hog, his disheveled hair adding to the allure.

He had to just be a friendly soul. That must have been the reason that he was there, stepping into her foyer. The curvy woman couldn’t imagine being anywhere close to his type. Her size 16 jeans were probably three times the size of the girls he normally dated. He was probably just being friendly, and that was all.

Grant set the food down on the table and got to work rummaging through her cupboard until he found a couple of plates and glasses. He set everything up, a full dinner out on the table while he busied himself.

“So, what brings you to Hannah’s Mill?” He asked as he popped the top of a couple of sodas and poured them into the cups.

She wasn’t a picky eater. She couldn’t afford to be when she was in foster care. If she refused a meal, she might not get another one as a punishment. But this looked, and smelled, good. She found her mouth watering as she looked over the spread. Chicken concoctions and deep fried everything.

“I uh, I got a job in town. I’m working for Hardwick Publishing. I got a job as a junior editor.” Pride filled her tone as she explained her new job. It didn’t pay much, but it was sure better than being a cashier at a local department store. She felt like she had finally made it.

 He looked into her eyes. They almost seemed to glow as his bright greens connected with her blues.

Briana shook her head a little. It must have been a trick with the light, people’s eyes don’t just glow. Her head started to pound not soon after. The headaches she had been having lately were intense. The doctor thought they were nothing, just that they were migraines and had sent her on her way. She had always had them, but they were becoming more and more intense. Ever since her twenty third birthday she could expect one every single day.

Briana clutched her head and tried to will it away.

“Are you okay?” Grant asked as she tried to gain her composure. He seemed like he was analyze her, like he was trying to read her, but he didn’t sound concerned.

“Yeah, yeah. Just a headache, I’ll be fine.”  She pushed herself up and smiled, taking a bite of the food in front of her.

They ate in silence for a while, but the pangs of pain were just too much. She was starting to suffer worse and she knew there was no way she could come back from the headache that was looming.

He stared intently at her. “It is almost time,” He whispered it to himself, but she could still hear it. It was like all her senses were on fire.

“Time for what?” She asked, barely able to make sense of what she was saying, the sounds pounding in her head.

“Time for me to get going, I am afraid.”

“But you didn’t eat,” She started.

“Why don’t I leave it here with you, you are obviously in need of some rest.” He stood to go, and she made to rise with him, but she couldn’t. “It’s okay, I know my way around, I have the same unit.” He smiled, grabbed the Chinese and placed it in plastic containers, then threw it in the fridge.

He slipped out before she realized it. Briana was too busy laying her head on the table, trying to escape the pain. Before she knew it her surroundings faded to black, leaving her unconscious.

She didn’t even have the awareness to regret running off such a handsome man.

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Briana turned over on the bed, waking in a cold sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead when she came to. Her headache was completely gone. She was lying atop her own bed, unsure of how she had got there. She assumed she had stumbled in after had Grant left.

It was dark in the apartment, the last rays of sundown vanishing long before she woke up. She pushed her hair off her face and walked into the bathroom, grabbing her satchel of lavender and spilling a liberal amount into the tub before reaching down and turning it on.

A nice hot bath could fix this
, Briana reasoned.
A nice hot bath fixes everything.

Briana started stripping down, removing each layer of clothing. She wished her headache hadn’t come when it did. She let another opportunity pass her by and she knew she wouldn’t see him again unless she was out on her balcony watching him ride away on his bike.

Oh well, he was way out of my league anyways.
It was a truth she knew too well, and she dared not to even hope when it came to men.