The Hunt (closed)

Rhyanna

She stared hard at Terry, still so lost as what to do or say, even thinking anymore was becoming too painful.

"Ah. Well that makes more sense than anything I've heard.. or seen in here today!" He adjusted his heavy belt and sighed, he really did not want to deal with all of this. What people did in their own bedrooms were none of his business, but he knew his buddies would love this story!

"Rhy, look.. All you had to do dear was just tell the truth. It's that simple. He's had a relapse, I suppose that can happen.." He eyed Terry with a warning look, "You should do better to stay at the clinic Mr. McMullin. They can do wonders, so I've been told." He sighed again, shaking his head at all this hubbub over nothing really.

"Alright I will leave with a warning Rhyanna. Any more lies and you will be taken in. Understood?" He didn't stop staring until she nodded her head affirmatively.

"And Mr. McMullin, you.. Well good luck with it." He didn't approach Terry to shake hands, nude men made him uncomfortable.

He stood for a long moment, simply staring down at Rhyanna's bent head. She must feel all sorts of horrified by him busting her.. That was payment enough for today's little.. whatever.

"Afternoon." He dipped his hat and this time he just left, didn't poke around to find the fabled fawn, just left..

Inside the cabin, everything was silent as Rhyanna stared at the scratched surface of her table. When the door had shut behind the Sheriff, she had tensed but that was her only sign of movement. Inside she was hopelessly confused, she didn't even know what to say to Terry..

Werewolf! It echoed in her mind, another shiver of awareness went up her spine.

Now what?

She didn't glance at him but she spoke, "I want to see Terry." He knew exactly what she wanted to see. She wanted confirmation she wasn't losing her god damned mind!
 
"I'm sorry, Terry said, taking the collar off of his neck, and throwing it at her feet, "I don't do parlor tricks."
He walked off, kicking a plate of cubed steak as he went. He didn't feel angry, not necessarily, but to have her just go on like it was some sort of fantastical little button he could push.
What did she think?
She knew enough... too much.
She was in more danger than she knew.
A round lump made a home in his stomach.
It took Terry only a few sniffs to find the bedroom, and pull out a few pieces of clothing that would fit him, and not look too out of place.
"I need to go back to the clinic. I think... our little investigation is done. It's too dangerous, Rhy. Stop looking for what's out there. Please, for my sake. You won't like what you find. Let the sheriff and his men go out there, let them kill some of the wolves. It's better than revealing what's really out there. It'll save a lot of lives in the long run."
He put a shirt over him, wincing as it passed by the large empty gash in his shoulder.
"I don't know where the clinic is... exactly, could I get a ride? It's the last favor I'll ask of you, I promise."
 
Rhyanna

"Damn you!" She shouted, her hands fisting as she rose from the chair. "I didn't ask for a fucking parlor trick! You've played with me since day one. Did you kill chris?" She panted heavily with her anger as she moved to block the door, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him.
"And how will you explain that big bite mark in your side which is not healed? hmmm?" She folded her arms and waited. He was in no shape to be winning with her..

She was absolutely the most stupidest woman on the face of this planet to be daring a werewolf! She chuckled lightly, madness was certainly setting in now. Shaking her head, she felt tears sting her eyes once more.

Funny.. All she's done since she met him was cry.
 
"Yeah, it seems we both lied to each other... at least we're honest about it."
He gave her a weak smile, which reflected his stature. He tried to stand on his own, but ended up leaning against one of the walls. She blocked his exit.
Did she really want to stop him?
"I've been trying to help you since the beginning, but not in the way you think. You don't want to know what really killed Chris. If you knew... your life would be in danger. And I mean real danger. I mean, the kind of danger where even a hand full of sheriff's with a handful of shotguns couldn't stop it. I wanted to protect you from harm... from the truth."
He shook his head about the gash in his shoulder. Who would honestly ask him about it? And what stupid lie couldn't he say to really pass it off. It was a mute point, and he didn't say anything.
"I'm asking you, as a friend, let this go Rhyanna. You know too much already. Please, just let it go. For my sake."
 
Rhyanna

She watched him silently, not knowing what to do or say any more. He was truely asking for her to stop, but stop what?
Stop searching for the wolf..

Her eyes widened, it was becoming quite clear what he wanted her to do..

"Alright. I won't hunt for the other werewolf.. if you lay down.. before you fall down." She stood her ground, waiting. She still felt the hysterical bubble forming and was close to either laughing or crying.

She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to end the urge and motioned him towards her bedroom.
"Lie down. Now." She was taking no shit any longer, certainly not from him. She'd had enough surprises and arguements for one day. "I need to see to your wounds..." She would push it out of her mind, she would just let it go for now.. It was what was best for her own sanity.
 
Terry wanted out of there, more than the need for pain rose in him. He just didn't like the scared shitless look Rhy kept splashing every now and again, but his own heart wore out.
He lamented, following her orders, and laying down in the bed, resting his whole body.
It wouldn't be long before he healed, before he was fine enough to leave. He didn't want to make a bother for her. She was, after all, such a strong woman in her own right.
"You once said, you would like me... if you just got to know me a little better," he giggled, weakly, "I'm sorry if I dissappointed you."
 
Rhyanna

"Yeah.." She couldn't really think about it now, it was just a sensory overload.
"Not a dissappointment to me Terry.. It's just alot to swallow right now." She helped him to get his legs up on the bed and carefully started to peel back the bandages.
"Its not infected.. but I guess you know that... It needs time to mend. Any pain too strong to handle?" She eyed him, she wouldn't give him morphine if he didn't really need it.. but the wounds were still fresh and had to hurt..
She grabbed a wet sponge to start washing away the sweat on his body before the salty droplets got into his wound. She bathed him in silence for the longest time, pushing the clothes out of her way as she went.
"Would you have forced.. me earlier, Terry?" She had to know. The wolf that protected her hadn't done a single thing to hurt her, Terry on the other hand seemed to be carefully balancing on a fine wire between self control and no control.
She met his eyes a moment then looked away, watching her wet hand wash across his stomach muscles.. it was safer than those eyes of his.
 
"When, exactly, in the forest, or back in my room?"
Both times seemed filled with pain and torment. A sickness, all of it, but each of them had different conqequences, different triggers. He could tell them apart quite easily, and yet... yet, they were so similar in nature.
He had no feeling that could surge through him unnoticed.
"In the room, I wanted you, cause I could smell your sex. Like lavender, and spring... something. Such a nice combination. I wanted to smell it more, bring it out. I wouldn't have touched you if you denied me though. It was hard, but I wouldn't dare. I was stuck too much between other emotions. I've been able to control a lot of things in my time, but sex... the need to mate. It's unbearable. It's gravity, forcing you forward, and you can climb and crawl and plead all you want, but you're still going forward..."
He closed his eyes, seeping in pain as ripples of muscles joined together.
"Out there. It was lack of control. I take heroin, because it calms me down, keeps my emotions in check. I was never addicted to the stuff, at least, not before this. It was one of the few things that didn't drive me mad every time someone pissed me off.
"I was in the wrong state of mind, the wrong combination of adrenaline and sex and drugs. Yes, I probably would have... and killed you afterwards. Buried the body out there somewhere, I would have tried to stop myself every single minute, but at that point it was far passed whatever little control I had."
 
Rhyanna

She stiffened even further, her temper was in check but she was still slightly bent. All the shit he put her through, all the lies and misleading, taking her down a path she never wished to cross. He knew! He knew who killed Chris and he wasn't telling!

She took a steadying breath as she finished up tying off his new bandages. "You like deals? Well I got one for you." She cinched it a little tighter than she should have, causing him to wince, but she didn't care right now.

"You stay here until I say you can go... You step outside this house before then.. I turn you in... You touch me without permission and I will turn you in.. You think of attacking me before I release you, you will be sorrier than you've ever been in your life. No drugs, no wandering, NO hunting." She gave him the ole once over.

"My terms or I call the sheriff right now. I can easily blame the Heroine for your actions... So prove me right, prove yourself right.. And heal. That's all I ask. In turn I will leave well enough alone, I won't tell a soul, I wont track this beast down and when you're healed, you are free to leave..." She felt her hands shaking again. She needed a hot shower, it would help calm her nerves down.. better yet a soak in her hot springs.

"Deal?"
 
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"I won't be a bother much longer," He said, dreamily, as if those were his last words.
It didn't take him long to find sleep, his body had still been afftected by the pain and whatever she had given him. It poured out the last of its strength, and he was happy to be rid of it.
Something about the impurity in his system didn't do much for him.
He imagined before too long, there would be someone coming for him... him specifically. And her. He knew it, cause he had gone here. She was in trouble now, and he had to leave before whoever it was would come.
There was nothing more to do, however. He had forgotten so much, that he could literally feel himself tear apart. Rhy had been such a victim, that he didn't even see how far he had weaved her into this until now he laid here in her bed, mending mortal wounds.
In the end, there was nothing to do but wait...
 
Rhyanna

She couldn't risk going outside, so she settled for that hot shower instead. She was glad Terry was asleep, it would make thinking that much easier to handle.

But now what?

She didn't have a clue what more she could do than what she was doing already. Heal him, send him back. She started some stew cooking, made rolls and all the while hunted her brain for a solution to this problem.

What made Terry think that whatever was out there, attacking humans wouldn't come for someone else later? He couldn't stick around for the rest of his life, waiting. Didn't he know that this creature had to be stopped? If indeed there was another werewolf out there, it could've just been Terry on drugs.

That thought disturbed her, but she quickly came up with reasons why it wasn't him. He certainly didn't attack her, ever. She had no reason really to believe he killed Chris.. And with his size in wolf form.. Certainly no single wolf of normal size could do that much damage to Terry.

Hours later she still didn't have a solution, she only have one drive pushing her, egging her on, and that was to save his life in payment for him saving hers.. She certainly didn't want him, need him around nor want a relationship!

Well thats what she kept telling herself each time she checked on him, making sure he was comfortable and warm. She prepared dinner with him in mind, making more than enough for one, more than enough for two actually...

She could keep denying her desires and needs, it would be simpler for them both.. She sure as hell wasn't interested in puppies! She chuckled aloud as she strolled back into her bedroom.

He looked so peaceful asleep, his features handsome, more innocent looking while relaxed in slumber. She felt a longing to touch him, caress him, but did not allow that either. He would leave and her life would go on, it's the way of things.. Humans and wolves.. Werewolves, didn't mix.

"Terry?" She shook his foot a little, trying to get him to wake up to eat. The sun was setting, her stomach was growling for food, but he needed to eat as well.. So she waited for him.
"Terry, come on. Wake up. Time to eat.." Her eyes went to his bandages, she'd love a chance to analyze his blood.. The healing agents in it were amazing... Startling that he was healing so fast, but she was glad he could do so. It saved his life... But meant he'd leave all the sooner.
 
It was a good meal, hearty. He loved the food, gulping it down. His body needed it, moreso, to help him get his strength back. He had eaten more than his fair share, and burped several times during the meal, in which he excused himself as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
He didn't talk much, he didn't feel the need to talk. There was nothing more to stay, he almost felt lamented to stay here. He didn't have all of his strength, but he had enough to get back to the clinic, and stay there, boarded up from the world.
She was keeping him here at bay though, more or less. She wasn't outright holding a gun to his head, but an idle threat was enough to keep him at bay, at least until she went to sleep.
Terry cleaned the dishes when he was done.
 
Rhyanna

He was quiet through dinner, saying nothing at all to her. Well except his occassional burps, which didn't count as intelligent conversation. She was edgy, had been edgy all damned day long. She didn't know anything anymore, nothing for certain anyway and it was eating away at her.

She studied him, watching him closely. He was silent and moody and she would bet anything he was looking for a way out of here and quick. The tension seemed to keep building inside her, inside her mind, looking for a vent to get it out.

She got up to put her bowl in the sink and thats when it came. Her quick fire of questions, her shoulders stooped a little, her stance not so uptight.

"No pack I suppose? No mate? Do you live the same way as other wolves? Same rules, whatever they are?" She posed her questions to him but he didn't say anything.. he wouldn't answer? Couldn't?

"You can't leave Terry.. " She turned from the sink and stared at him. "IF you do leave me here, I will be facing whatever is out there alone. Unless that's what you intend?" her head cocked to the side a little, trying to understand him was near impossible when he was as silent as a stone.

"Did you not think about your scent? How it's all over this place? All over.. Well almost all over myself? It's attacked you once, tried to kill you from what I could see from the wounds.. Or maybe a warning. But if it's like you.. It knows where to find you. It knows what you are."

She let her spoon bounce in the sink as she walked across the room. Her eyes were glazed a little, her look was far off, but she was never more 'here' than before, before all this madness. She paced back and forth, chewing her thumb nail, only stopping that annoying habit to spurt out more questions.

"You saved me from that wolf. I recognize that now. You were playful in the woods, before I said "no" to you. Why? What set you off? The drugs? A need I don't understand?" She turned, paced further. "I keep you here, against your will mind you, and I bet you want to know why I did that, don't you?" She shook her head sadly, confused clearly.

Could she sort out her own warring emotions to make any sense at all this night? Could she put into words why she denied him? Would it make sense? She wasn't some cheap one night stand, she wanted more... And then came the reoccuring questions of why he wanted her. Was he .. did he think like a wolf? Did she want to know if he did? Truely know the real answer?

She feared him and yet she craved him. How redundant was that?! She continued to pace back and forth, needing answers so she thought, but did she want them?
 
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Terry sighed, giving off an exhausted weight that seemed so barren down on his shoulders. He had nothing left to give, and yet she still asked for more.
"You call the cops, Rhyanna. Call them right now, if it'll make you feel safer. Tell them a bunch of wolves are rabid in the forest. Have them grab some guys, come down here, clean a few wolves up. It'll solve everything. No more investigation, no more of you... You'll be out of the whole thing. No one will try to kill you."
Terry fumbled with his own fingers, making them intertwingle in his lap, folding through each other and snaking around.
"As for him? I'll deal with him. He's after me, not you. If he's been following my scent, it'll lead here... yes, but it's stronger at the clinic. That's why I wanted to leave as soon as I could. The longer I stay here, the more danger you're in. Once I'm gone... he'll come for me. Whoever he is, and I'll be the last to know."
He didn't want to say anything specicif at the moment. He didn't want to tell her what might happen, or his own thoughts and theories on all of this. She seemed to be boiling over so much already. Her poor mind was as tight as a drum.
"You ever smelled sex, Rhyanna? You ever been so filled with that taste, and that image? Has it ever wafted to you in some sort of secreted slumber between awake and dreams that made your very arms ache for a lover. That's how my smell works now... that's how I work now. It came off you, nothing more than a whiff, and it stirred so many things. It set off a time bomb, I had never experienced. I had never thought. Smell is so powerful, but with this..."
He raised his arms to emphasize, "With this inside you, it is your driving force. I see shapes, I hear sounds, but when I smell... it becomes my one sense, my one trust in the world."
He shook his head, "You can't understand. I can't tell you because you can't describe what it is, not in words. It's one of those things that if I described it in words, even huge long lengthy ones, it would pale in comparison to the real thing. It's an experience, nothing more."
 
Rhyanna

"And WHAT makes your life worth less than mine!?" She thundered at him now, her temper had reached it's peak and was now tumbling over her in the raging waves it needed.
"Why in god's name would you trade your life for MINE?! Why would you trade your life for a nobody you don't even know?! Why should you or anyone else have to die?!" She quaked a little now, her fists curling as she advanced on him.

Her brown eyes were as stormy as her mood, her whole body seemed charged, overly so, with something.. Something violent.
She stood there a moment, stumbling through the chaos of her mind to find what exactly she wanted to say..

Nothing seemed to be right, nothing she could say would mend this, make him see sense.. She felt that hopelessness coming over her again, that weak feeling she hated so.

"That's why you can't leave. That's why I won't let you leave." She inahled deeply, trying to calm herself down. She wasn't mad at him, but she was close to that state. Why should he risk his life for her and deny her the same?! What gave him the right?!

"I've never had those.. senses.. like you do. So no, I haven't.. But I do know what desire is, lust.. love.. Need. I know it all too well out here alone.. But I am human, not part animal.. And I have never been forced to choose between right and wrong with need stabbing at me..... not until. Never mind." She threw up her hand as if to discard that thought into the waste bin and proceeded to pace some more.

She glanced at the window, knowing it was out there somewhere and shouted as loud and as harshly as she could, "LET HIM COME THEN!"
 
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"And that's precisely the reason why you have to live, and you have to stay here... and most importantly, why I have to leave as soon as I can."
Terry could see the anger coming off her, but it would do no good. She had no means to fight off the beast, and he did. He was the only one that could.
"I'm just trying to protect you... and possibly everyone else around here. It's the only way it can be. This guy is anonymous. You wouldn't recognize him if he came up and shook
your hand. Not until his fangs were bared right into your neck. You don't have the ability to stop him. I would love for you to help me, but there's nothing you can do. "
He shook his head, "I don't want to be blunt, but you'd only get in the way. If he knew anything, about you and me, then he'd use you to get to me. I'm alone, whether it was by
my own choice, or fate, I'm alone now. "
Terry sighed, once. This wasn't as hard as he thought it would be.
"Just let it go. I'll walk out the door, and it'll all be over. You won't have to worry about any of it ever again. I'm trying to save your life, don't you understand?"
 
Rhyanna

She gave him that look, that look all females have since the time they were born.. She clearly didn't believe that was in his best interest at all.. Nor was she going to listen to his objections any more tonight.

"It's bed time. Let's go to bed and argue more in the morning." She locked the door, turning to him as she did so as if to say, "you're stuck here." but she didn't need to say it aloud. Her words were more than enough to tell him she wasn't backing down from this. Nor was she going to let some male macho ego get his ass killed.
 
"There is nothing more to argue," he said, walking back to the bedroom.
Despite the fact that he had slept most of the last few days, he was more than eager to lie down once more, and get rid of the reality that had swam passed him so fast.
Rhy was going to get herself in trouble, and try to play some hero that she just couldn't back out.
He had no problem dying, with this demon inside him, but he couldn't make her a part of this. She had already made her decision, but it wasn't a decision she could make.
He flipped over once, letting his thoughts go, and tried to sleep.
 
Rhyanna

She stepped behind her free-standing dressing screen and stripped off her clothes. Her mind was going in a million different directions but all had a core thought, Terry.

He had to play the hero, had to save the day. Did he think he was superman? Surely he had some sense in his head?

She eyed his back, he was going to attempt to ignore her and pretend she agreed to all he said.. Well he best think again!

She slipped into a silky little nightie and grinned.. Let him deal with this! Moving to the bed, she sat down on the edge and pulled back the sheet and blankets. It was much too warm for all this under her, she wasn't going to sleep on it nor in it.

"Lift up." She said softly, not caring if he stiffened even further once she settled on the bed.

She got the bedding pushed down, mumbled at him to scoot over and make room and there she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"You don't snore do you?" She muttered, too much nervous energy to sleep, too many warring thoughts.. And her eyes kept roaming to him where she did NOT want them to go.
 
Terry hadn't expected this. He growled and grumbled, moving over. He didn't want to share the same bed, or the same room, or the same house for that matter, but the bed? No, the bed was the last thing he wanted to share.
He pushed her back, hard, when she scooted into him.
"Why?" He said, as he did so, "Would you rather I sleep in the dog house?"
Was she trying to do something? He gave her a curious look, but something told him that if he studied her in a million years he would never figure it out.
So, instead, he just lamented, and let out a troubled sigh.
This was going to be a long night.
One way or another.
 
Rhyanna

She grinned in the darkness, he was so sourly it was cute.

"Are we upset about something? Or do you normally growl at everyone and anything?" She asked in a soft sing-song voice. She wasn't in the least disturbed by his growl. After all he'd done to assure her safety with his super-hero ego, she didn't fear him.. Not any more. It all was hard to swallow, alot to accept, but he still did all he could to protect her, even from himself.

"I don't have a dog house, but if that's where you'd be more comfortable..." She was purposely being a snot. He'd asked for it though, treating her like some little kid who couldn't fend for herself.

She wiggled around, knowing her nightie was slipping higher. Not that he'd see, he had his back to her.. On purpose too she'd bet anything.

"You'd be more comfortable at least without the shirt on." She made a small observation, knowing her chatter was irritating him. "And if you'd rather I leave and let you be alone then I can't help you with that.. Only one bed." She smirked and rolled with him, her body coming right against his back as she lifted up on her elbow to peer at his profile. She went even a step further by pressing herself into his back, careful of his wounds however.. She didn't want to restitch him up.
 
"It's been a long day, and I'm not in the mood, that's all."
It was the best he could come up with an apology. He didn't know what to say. His usual frank cynicism had left about the time he still felt in control. Now, he was so totally lost, he wasn't even sure if she was being cynical anymore.
"I don't mind it if you don't. So long as you don't..." He shook his head, trying not to think of it, "So long as you are ok."
He could feel her behind him, moving, squirming, doing something he wasn't quite sure, but that made her press against him more than once. HE curled tighter around himself, biting his lower lip.
The silk was getting to him, the touching was getting to him.
He could feel it, and her warm skin wasn't helping.
"I'm just need some sleep."
His voice faultered.
 
Rhyanna

She eyed the door and felt a tremor go through her. She didn't like being on the outside, no definitely not.

"I need to move." Was all she muttered before she sat upright and scooted to the foot of the bed. She then placed her knee on the bed and moved slowly up the bed between Terry and the wall. She gave him a worried little look but wormed in anyway.
"I know I'm acting silly, but I don't want the outside.. not with that.. mad man out there.."

She made him scoot over, knowing he couldn't turn his back to her this time, not with his wounded side. Not that she cared really which way he faced, but she would feel safer with him between her and the door.. just incase.

"Don't." She grabbed his hand before he could pull away too far and laid down on her side, bringing his arm over her hip.
"Just for tonight.. Please?" She whispered softly, not to seduce, but because she was afraid of waking up to something looming over her.

She curled her body into the curve of his and sighed, he was stiff but he hadn't yet pulled away. Not that she kept him prisoner, he could with drawl if he chose to.. Would he?

The words lodged in her throat, she wanted to give more reasons but all made her look extremely insane and foolish. She just wanted to feel him holding her, and this was probably the last she'd see of him if he had his way.

When he conceeded, or did not withdrawl, she relaxed more against him, smiling sweetly. She'd won a little boon. It wasn't much, but it was something.

She pulled her hair from between them, keeping it from his face and tucked it under her neck, wiggled a little and sighed a thank you to him.
 
Terry sighed, giving her a small kiss on the forehead.
"Don't worry, just go to sleep."
There would be things to do in the morning, but that could wait. It could all wait, she was so small and scared, and alone. He couldn't help but try and do something for her. Even if that was leaving her alone.
With a sleepy sigh, he nestled into the side of her neck, and loving the feeling of warmth and comfort, closed his eyes.
 
Rhyanna

She laid there awhile, her body and mind completely at ease. She'd never felt safer before in her life, even before all this. It was strange that she would find comfort in the arms of something not quite human and not quite animal.

He facinated her, his mannerisms, his eyes, just the way he cuddled against her. Cuddles was a fitting name, which that thought almost made her laugh aloud.

She listened to his heart beating a long while, feeling herself slip more and more into a comfortable peace she was certain that boardered on more feelings for Terry than she should have.

Never thinking she'd fall asleep, she closed her eyes only to open them to the bright light of the morning. She'd slept in?

Yawning, she stretched slightly only to realize how their position had changed during the night. She lay with her head on his chest, still listening to the heavy even beating of his heart. Her pelvis was pressing rather intimately against his hip, her leg wedged between his. Her hand rested just below his heart, where his fingertips barely brushed her hand..

Now how did they end up like this? She didn't even remember falling asleep? Course she wasn't about to move, this was much too homey and loving like to withdrawl from it so soon.. So she lay there, smiling with her eyes closed. She was content not to move, even after she was aware he was awake.
 
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