The Hunt Miss Jenna Malone

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

She barely even heard the words, seeing in Gillian's golden eyes that he wouldn't let the old man hurt her... And, oddly, that was enough for her... Enough to give her the strength to recline there on the table when ordered to, completely exposed to a gaze that seemed to sharpen her senses and one that left her feeling like she wanted to throw up.

And then those wrinkled hands touched her, fondled her breasts... it was as if he thought he were trying to pop a balloon with his bare hands, the way he touched her there... Sure, she whimpered, but her whimpers were nowhere near pleasured.

She stayed completely dry between her thighs, no matter what the old man did to her... She felt like she was going to throw up, and was beginning to even look that way when his lips closed around one nipple, suckling on her as if he expected that to react to that where she hadn't reacted to anything else.

And then, much quicker than she even had time to think, Gillian was grabbing the old man's wrist, and he was dropping a silver dildo Jenna hadn't even seen a moment before... She'd had her eyes closed so she wouldn't have to watch the disgusting things he was doing to her... She looked up at Gillian, hope in her eyes....

And that very hope was dashed to shards in what she saw in his golden gaze. It was not over yet.

 

[cgraven]

Lacrosse is furious that I had spoiled his fun. Always a dangerous man when denied he was deadly vengeful.

“Get the bitch off the table, you know what I want to see De Loup, some action”

I take Jenna into my arms and set her gentle on the hardwood floor.

“Malone is it?” Lacrosse sneers.

“Well Miss Malone get you protector there ready, he and you shall entertain me tonight”

Again the low warning growl but he pays no attention. I turn Jenna to look into my eyes.


Look at me I will not hurt you for him………no matter the cost.

Jenna complied as we both had no real choice.

“Very touching, and may I say very talented Miss Malone.”………. “ De Loup I want something very special tonight”

He paused, the cruelty of his kind, naked in his eyes. His normal request in the past never bothered me, as they always fitted in nicely with my plans, but some how this time it was different, and the way he said special filed me with dread.

Jenna still had her back to him when he made his demand.

“DE Loup I want that blond bitch of yours on the floor, on her hands and knees, and I want to see you dry fuck her ass. I want to see her pain, I want her humiliated, and most of all I want to see the look of betyral in her eyes as you take her for my pleasure.”

“Lacrosse I am warning you.”

“De Loup you’ll do it, or your I’ll destroy you, and you know I’ll do it.”

Why risk all for a human? Well at least she would see the true cruelty of her own kind. I would serve her right.

“Miss Malone you have your instructions or was Mr. Lacrosse unclear in some way.”

Jenna hesitated and lifted her head to look into my eyes. I could not, would not meet them.

“Move” I barked at her.

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

“Get the bitch off the table, you know what I want to see De Loup, some action”

BITCH?! She had half a mind to pounce the old man and throttle him for that, a sudden flare of rage rising up in her eyes at that demand... But then Gillian was lifting her from the table and setting her gently on the floor.

“Well Miss Malone get your protector there ready, he and you shall entertain me tonight”

Protector? Was that what he was? What sort of protection was he affording her, if there was any part of him that was really protecting her?

When she looked into Gillian's eyes, they spoke to her... She could almost hear the words... Look at me I will not hurt you for him………no matter the cost. ... and she believed them. He wasn't going to hurt her, no matter what.

“De Loup I want that blond bitch of yours on the floor, on her hands and knees, and I want to see you dry fuck her ass. I want to see her pain, I want her humiliated, and most of all I want to see the look of betyral in her eyes as you take her for my pleasure.”

Another flash of rage as he called her a bitch again... What right did he have to talk about her like that at all? It took a while for the full implications of those words to sink in. Meanwhile, they'd been saying something else between them... she didn't know what.

Looking up to Gillian uncertainly, she wanted to beg him not to do this, tell him that this was going to more than hurt her, he had keep his promise to her!

“Move” His voice was more of a bark than anything a human throat could utter under any normal set of circumstances... She had no choice... Tears forming in her eyes, she knelt down on hands and knees... She must think about the dream... She must think aboug Gill, the wolf that she kept waking to, only to have him dart off like a shadow... Perhaps then, what Gillian was about to do to her, wouldn't hurt quite so much.

 

[cgraven]

Jenna sank to her hands and knees as Lacrosse settled in to watch. His beady little pigs eyes taking in every detail as he ran his tongue across his lips in anticipation. I moved in behind Jenna and prepared to betray her for my survival. She had prepared me well and I was ready to do what I knew I must.

I placed one arm around her narrow waist holding her firmly and with the other guided my erection towards the dark rose of her dry virginal anus. its head parting the velvet smoothness of her derrière. The head pushed against the puckered ring and the arm about Jenna waist started the draw her back for the painful penetration.

Her eyes I could not drive them from my mind.

~ Please... please don't let him hurt me.... I'm yours, not this crotchety old man's! ~

An then there was my own promises spoken with my eyes

~ Look at me I will not hurt you for him………no matter the cost.~

“Noooooo I howl in defiance”
I take up a guard position between Jenna and Lacrosse a low steady growl issuing from me.

“No?”……….”I’ll destroy you De Loup and get the bitch to boot.” “Contract law is my specialty you worthless cur!”

“My voice was steady and menacing get out Lacrosse you’re a dead man.”

Mr. Paul Lacrosse wasted no time in leaving. Yet I kept myself between Jenna and him.

I stooped down to be eye to eye with Jenna.

“Jenna are you all right?”

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

His arm sliding around her waist was warm, a source of sensation she still didn't come anywhere near to understanding... She trusted him, he was betraying that trust, but it never wavered an inch. There was an almost silent moan from her as she felt the head of his erection coming to rest against her tightly shut anus... a slow building of pain as he began to draw her back against her more tightly...

... and then nothing happened... For a moment she was left in confusion... But she soon heard his defiant howl of negation. He wasn't going to do it, he really was her protector, at least for tonight!

His voice steady, sending shivers down her spine with the tone... "Get out Lacrosse you’re a dead man.”

That was just what the old coward did... For an instant, she found herself wanting to take up chase, tackle him to the ground, and rip him to shreads with her bare hands.... Trembling in silent rage.

“Jenna are you all right?” Gillian was stooped down, looking into her eyes. His voice... had softened? Could that be right? The rage slowly died down as she looked back into his eyes, finally nodding mutely.

But she still trembled.

 

[cgraven]

I pick up Jenna’s trembling form swaddling her in my arms and carry to her room. And into the shower.

The water I swarm as we enter, like a spring shower, cleansing refreshing, and healing, I Wash the smell of Lacrosse from Jenna. I wash every square inch of her body and my anger grows Finally I just stand there till the war water calms her, as I repeatedly brush her lips with mine in gentle little kiss.

Jenna is dry, dressed in a night gown and under the covers now, and resting in her bed. Her breathing deep and even. I pick up the phone and dial.

“Owen Quillian……Gillian de Loup here…….The pack runs today at dawn…….The birches in an hour…………We hunt to the death…….Are you sure Owen?........I’ll be there.”


I hang up the phone the 1st light of predawn is on the Eastern horizon.

Owen Quillian only kin but reliable…… Very reliable.

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

In a way, it was very surprising just how gentle Gillian was with her as he carried her to the shower and into it, washing away the stench of the old man and then just stands there with her as the water, cascading softly over their bodies, finally calms her down. She's very tired now, and he seems to have picked up on that, for she's soon in bed, wearing a gown she didn't fully remember him helping her into, and drifting into a deep sleep.

Owen Quillan

The harsh ringing of the phone was a rude awakening... The couple tangled in each other's arms was one that might appear a tad strange to some... The man was lanky, had longhis blonde hair and pale skin that was nonetheless completely healthy, and a strength that his somewhat small form should have never contained at all... And the woman was of some tropical origin... Brazil? Argentina? In any case, her skin was dark and her hair was darker, and she looked like she wasn't going to be waking on her own for a very long time yet.

Despite all of this, he was standing and answering the phone by the time the third ring was halfway finished.

"Owen here... What's up, Gillian? .... Alright, where? ..... Gotcha...... We can be there in half.... Positive.... See you then." He hung up the phone, staring down at it. There'd been an edge to de Loup's voice as he spoke, definite rage there. So he would rush the pack as much as he could with the order of their alpha behind him... And they would be there in half an hour.... He wondered what had been done to enrage him so.....

 

[cgraven]

It is dawn and the pack is assembled in the birches. I lope up to Owen and he cowers and licks my jowls as I growl threaten to rip out his throat. His submission is complete and public, as it is meant to be, as is the way of our kind. Then we leap as pups at play.

Now the deadly business begins. I howl my orders invade his home run him. Chase him to me. But do not kill him. I shall do that for it is personal.

The pack spreads out and she is there to study us again. Our eyes meet and she know to watch my back as I lope off into the forest shadows.

 

[StarChylde]

Owen Quillan

Just as promised, he got the pack assembled within half an hour at the appointed spot, being sure to wake his... playmate... before gathering them all. She'd want to watch, and would have ripped a few sizable chunks out of his hide if he'd tried to keep this hunt from her. He wasn't a glutton for punishment, at least not of that kind!

As soon as Gillian spots him, he lopes over and growls threatening at Owen, who knows his place and shows that automatically by cowering and licking the alpha's jowls... That seems to satisfy him, and they leap about for a moment like puppies at play...

And then came the order, the admission that this kill was personal in origin. He'd thought it might be, from the way Gillian's voice had sounded over the phone... As soon as the order is finished, the pack is off, none would dare disobey him in the slightest.

Shannon

At first she didn't appreciate being woken so roughtly as Owen had opted to do, but as soon as he whispered of a hunt, any hint of anger was gone. This was why she was near the pack at all, to study them. Noble fighters of the shifter's world taht they were...

She followed at a safe enough distance and watched in silence... the re-establishment of power roles between Owen and Gillian, then the short frolic... the orders, and finally they moved off. Then their eyes met. She knew the alpha male was a dangerous one, not to be discounted in any situation, and definitely not to be underestimated. She'd not put her guard down for a second.

 

[cgraven]

I wait in the early morning light pacing slipping from shadow to shadow never in the open. Freezing when the forest goes still, my ears perked for the sound of the returning pack. My nose searching for the sent of the prey, for Lacrosse’s sent.

Shots! The whimpering sound of pain, then the agonizing screams of sheer terror. More shots the death howl one of the pack is down He’ll pay for this, not only for what he did to Jenna, but also for the young one who is now with our ancestors. Power why did man covet it so. The power to reshape, no destroy the world that is what had started the war way backing the mists of time. This was just another battle in that war, we had been pushed to the outer reaches to the waste lands but we where coming back. We where on the move. Again

More shots but now the scream where human. Owen new what was expected, he knew they would be waiting, but I trusted him, and knew he would do his best without question. Suddenly the screech of the cat and a scream cut off mid way. The big black Cat, Shannon, with the mans neck snapped in her jaws. Our eyes met no need for words.

Now only one ran through the woods. Shots fired rapidly. The gate was slow and unsteady. Lacrosse! Then the signal he was cornered. I loped to our final meeting.

He was surrounded no place to run, no place to hide, his gun empty, but the knife out. Members of the pack darting, haring him, keeping him off guard.

His back was to me, as I growled and bared my fangs. He spun to face me, knife in hand and on guard. The rest of the pack deserted.

“You Bastard De Loup we had a good thing going.”…. “Do you care for that blond bitch so?”

I leaped at him his knife gashing a deep cut along my ribs. My fangs where at his throat. Ripping, gauging, savage in there attack. The kill was not as quick as it could be but I did show him more mercy then he would have shown Jenna.


It was late morning when I returned. Jenna was still asleep as I dropped the blood stained sliver object at the foot of her bed and limped off to my rooms. Owen had found it as I had ordered.

The pack was on the grounds for theirs a Jenna’s protection.

Then there was Shannon.

 

[StarChylde]

Owen Quillan

The hunt was a long one, at least considering the old man. He wasn't as stupid a human as some might think, or else he had too long a warning. Long enough to gather several men together to protect his miserable existende... But it would not allow it to be enough!

The pack moved as one, just as they always must when on Hunt... That would serve them well, and Owen knew it well. He'd lived without a pack far too long as it was, knew the shortcomings of hunting alone. Apparently, so did the aging human.

They were outnumbered, but that would be no major obstacle, not with them working together as only a wolf-pack could... There were injuries, even a death on their side, but all the humans were killed (one by the panther Shannon)...

Yet Owen broke away from the majority of the pack near the end of the fighting to go through his own mission, one that Gillian himself had given... And he would do his best to find the object that offended his alpha so much....

And find it he did....

Jenna Malone

Her sleep was a restless one, plagued with dreams of the old man touching her, even in some ways that he never had the chance to... of that silver object thrust into her, bringing stabs of pain more cruel than even something of its size rightly should... In her dreams it fit in easily enough, but it burned her inside!

And then she woke with a start, to find it there on the floor, covered in blood, not sure who that blood belonged to.... and screamed at the top of her lungs, a high-pitched scream that carried far past her room.

Shannon

As the battle went on between man and wolf, the lone panther, eyes a golden color somewhat similar to Gillian's, but different at the same time, watched in utter silence, keeping to the shadows... She was at home and in her element here, the impartial observer...

... at least, she was impartial up to a point. One of the men had gotten away from the pack and had stumbled upon her... She snarled loudly, alerting the others of her find, and the stupid human screamed. Mercy of a sort, perhaps, was the quick death she rewarded the idiot with. She ripped out his throat, savoring the hot blood that flowed over her fur and into her mouth.

And she stayed, just as the pack did... Stayed to watch, and to wait. It was maybe a couple hours after everyone had gone into a half-restful state that she heard the scream, high and terrified, of the woman this massacre had been called because of.

 

[cgraven]

The piercing scream, panic, Jenna, must be there, now.

I start off at the run the Pain is piercing. Yet I make it..
Jenna's gazed is locked on the silver object as I stagger in and colasp.

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

Her scream echoed through the room, through the halls, even out the window that'd been left open earlier... probably much earlier. She stared at the silver object before her on the floor for the longest time, in horror... Almost not even daring to check to see if the blood wasn't her own...

... and then she'd heard the uneven pace of the wolf running, and seen it teetering in the doorway, a few more steps and it was inside her room....

THUD

Gill collapsed, the deep gash in his side very obvious from the position he landed in. Her eyes widening as she rushed to his side, any fear that she might have been harmed with that thing gone in an instant...

"Oh god.... Gill....."

She looked around frantically, changing into pants and a shirt as quickly as possible, the first thing she came across, then all but flung herself out into the hall, calling out as loudly as she could manage, panick in her voice.

"BEN!!! GILL'S HURT BAD!"

 

[cgraven]

Ben cam running and the shock on his face was plain.

“Miss Malone I’ve seen him get in scraps before but nothing his Bad.”

Hell what was he to do he knew damn well that Gillian had not told the girl the truth he never did.

“That cuts looks real bad I’D better get him over to Mr. De Lou’s rooms….Miss Malone get me a towel”

Ben set about his task of binding up “Gill’s wound with a sure knowledge and steady hand. Bending low he picked up the great gray wolf as if he where a pup. And started for the east wing.

“Miss Malone would you get the door.”

Jenna quickly opened the door to the east wing and Ben was through it in a moment.

“Sorry Miss Malone but as I said Mr., De Loup does not allow any one in the east wing except staff,”

”Sorry”

As the door closed with a resound bang.

Evening

It was late evening before Gillian De Loup regains consciences.

“Benjamin Wolf Talker is she all right”

“Yes Mr. De Loup Miss Malone is all right. and before you ask you’ve been out most of the day and night”

********************

It was three days before Gill was seen around the estate and he was moving slow and easy. The wound in his side healing quickly. He spent most of his time close to Jenna or with one of the many wolves around now. He always seemed to be on guard pensive in the company of a younger version of himself.

Ben had told Jenna that Mr. de Loup would be way for a couple of days so she had permission to wear her night gown when she slept.

The call of the wolves was haunting at night as if they where praying

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

She seemed to be running on instincts alone as she helped Ben as much as he let her, fetching the towel that the man used to bind Gill's wound with... She obviously feared for the wolf, didn't want to leave his side, even when they got to the east wing...

... as she opened the door to the East wing, she couldn't help but try and get a peek at what lay beyond that door....

“Sorry Miss Malone but as I said Mr., De Loup does not allow any one in the east wing except staff,”

”Sorry”

As the door closed with a resound bang, she couldn't help but wonder why that was... And what Gillian de Loup kept so secret in that wing....

In the next several days, the time she spent with Gill was time that she cherished, growing more and more fond of the wolf as she told him of dreams she'd had as a child... She would be a princess of some foreign nation, she'd once told herself as a small child... And everyone would love her, just like all princesses were supposed to be loved... She would be a teacher, showing all children to respect everything around them, not just their elders... That was another... And perhaps the one that she spoke most softly about.... She would become a vet, eventually... So that she could help animals... Not just pets, either. Any animal that needed help...

And the call of wolves at night sent shivers down her spine, but also found her soon kneeling at the side of her bed, casting up prayers of her own...

~ Please, God, don't take Gill from me, no matter what you do... He's such a ray of sunshine against the darkness that seems sometimes to envelope this place... If I must be punished, for anything at all, don't do it with Gill... He doesn't deserve that. ~

Owen Quillan

His nightly howled prayers seemed to become more fervent with each passing night. Gillian de Loup must not die! He'd spend as much time as Gillian allowed in his presence, in a companiable silence.

Shannon

Her pacing about the grounds would not go un-noticed, be it in human form or in panther form, alternating between the two restlessly several times during those few days... She would never go around the stables if she were in panther form, and never around any of the wolves save for Owen in her human form. Not for those few days in any case.

She was Bagheera before anything else, and she had been sent here merely to study the pack, but that intent had never kept her from forming an attatchment with them, though she never let that show in front of the Alpha male. It simply wouldn't do for him to know that.

 

[cgraven]

It hadn’t been a couple of day but nearly two weeks that Gillian De Loup had been gone.

Jenna was in the dinning room having supper when the pack sent up a joyous howl, and excited barks and yaps from the younger members. One moment Jenna was alone the next Gillian De Loup was standing next to her.

“Good evening Miss Malone.”

There where no apologies or explanations for his delay in returning, just the obvious fact that he was back. His breath was hot on her skin as he stood that close to her. He could feel the warmth of her body, she sent filled his nostrils, and his golden eyes held her transfixed where she stood. Gillian De Loup’s very presence dominated the room.

“I see your wearing the same blouse and skirt that you wore the first night we met.”

His Voice was low, deep and commanding. His movements seemed stiff as he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. When he slid down the zipper of her black silk skirt it seemed unnaturally load. He picked her up in his arms and carried to the table and sat Jenna on the edge. Gillian striped her bra from her and bent his head to suckle her nipples one at a time then divided his attention between the two. Slowly he eased her back to a reeling position. Then removed her panties, and tossed them aside.


Again Miss Jenna Malone was naked, alone and vulnerable in the presence of Gillian De Loup. He drew a chair up between he dangling legs and sat a grimace of pain crossing his face. As he sat and lowered his head to lap and devour her sex. He gave her his undivided attention for 30 minutes lick, nipping and sucking.

At last he allowed her to rest as he slowly got up


“You will resume sleeping naked in case I desire you Miss Malone.”

Then he was gone as quickly as he had come.

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

A shadow in the dark of night... That's what Gillian de Loup seemed to be to Jenna when his sudden appearance startled her from her supper... He stood so close to her, his breath like dryer-warmed silk against her skin, it sent shivers down her spine and a jolt of warmth all through her body...

“I see your wearing the same blouse and skirt that you wore the first night we met.”

She was, she realized... She didn't even know why she'd put this on today at all... But she didn't have time to think on that before he was undressing her slowly... He moved a bit stiffly, was he in some sort of pain? She didn't even try to fight his advances anymore, but she still tried to keep her reactions masked somewhat...

Yet as soon as his mouth closed around her one nipple, she whimpered softly, feeling the dampness between her thighs... his suckling felt... so good... Some time later, he was tossing her panties aside, seating himself with a grimace of pain, and dove between her thighs.

She was already more than ready for anything he might want to do there, inner thighs glistening with wetness... His lips, his tongue, and his teeth drove her wild with a growing desire she came nowhere near understanding... she cried out helplessly as he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her...

"Ooohhhh god!" She whimpered softly, tossing her head back and forth.... She wanted... What? What did she want? It mattered little, really... He was gone before she could figure out what that was.

 

[cgraven]

Gillian went to the east wing his mind in conflict as it had never been before Why did this human female, this Miss Jenna Malone touch his heart so. His life had been so order and simple till her arrival. Run with the pack, letting nature in all her glory fell him. The sighs, the sounds, the taste, smell and feel of it till they where one, the order of. Yes that is what he missed most condemned to this half life, the order of it.

Oh how he missed the pups as they first open their eyes to be hold this wondrous creation of the maker, their sharp milk teeth pulling at his ears his fur. The serious way as they challenged to play leaping and pouncing their front quart to the ground as their tails wagged come play with me “Gill”. Then their where less happy memories, of the old ones limping along till they could no longer keep up. Oh the pack cared for them but mobility, the chase, was the key to the survival of all. Keep up or die. This the pass of life at the end of the chase was as it should be but to often the young made a foolish mistake and paid for it with their lives. That is what had happen to Strider his last pup. Fell in love with a maiden when man and wolf still lived as one. She lured him to the trap for his golden pelt. Then their was the cures and his long hunt of their innocent daughters. But why did Jenna affect him so. Yes Jenna he admitted to himself who gladly welcomed the advances of Gill but was always in fear of Gillian.

He had expected her to fight him, or to see the loathing in her eyes again as he played with her body, as he established his dominance in the way of his kind, but no. Jenna had been submissive. Her vary response tore at his heart;

"Ooohhhh god!" She had whimpered softly, tossing her head back and forth. He had seen the question in her eyes “She wanted... What? What did she want?” He knew the answer, could have given her what she wanted, but had lived to long. She would have reveled in the passion but would sooner or later turn to self loathing. No she you have to know what she wanted and ask for it with her eyes wide open he loved her to much for anything less. There he said it he loved, her, but how could this golden hair beauty ever love him. Gillian of the two worlds.

Time passed and he stayed away from her other than to fulfill his side of the contract requirements, and as Gill spent long hours with Owen speaking of this sad cursed love that was slowly killing him.

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

What little sleep Jenna did get was plagued with dreams that made no sense at all... In the snowscape just as before, but when Gill came to her in the dream, there was something different. She could hear thoughts from him. Thoughts that were Gillian's! And then he was Gillian, and he gave her in her dreams the very thing she'd wanted that night as he devoured her...

She woke with a start, her breath coming in small gasps, her slender form shining slightly with a light coating of sweat. What did the dream mean, for her? Why couldn't she put the impression out of her mind that Gill and Gillian were so alike?

Owen Quillan

Owen sighed softly as his alpha spoke of a love for the girl that he thought would surely kill him, was killing him bit by bit as each day and night passed.

He tried to keep his mouth shut about what he knew about her, what he seemed to be able to sense about the girl just from watching her on those few occassions that she'd gone outside to visit with Chocolate, the way she looked to any of the pack that she happened to catch sight of...

... but it was getting harder and harder to keep that knowledge to himself. He didn't want to seem as if he thought himself superior in any way at all. It was far from that, in fact. He wished that Gillian would see it for himself... But eventually, the bemused question did surface in their conversations.

"Haven't you sensed the difference in her?"

 

[cgraven]

Owen finally blurted out his question.

"Haven't you sensed the difference in her?"

Gillian eyes where gentile and his voice soft but struck like thunder.

“Owen you mean that she is like you and Shannon but does not realize it?”

“Yes I know and have known since I first saw the trust in Jenna’s eyes, when there was no human reason to trust me”

“The way she can accept the advances of “Gill” with easy, the long conversations, and how she can shared her hopes and dreams with him.”

Gillian watches his young friend as a sad smile crosses his face.

“Yes Owen I know. If it was just a matter of passion I could easily let her see the truth as I did with you when you first came seeking the pack that you need,”

Gillian sits silent and that silence is almost deafening.

“Owen I love her.”

“I have already lost a mate and as you know my kind mate for life, and there my young friend is the problem. I have lived down through the corridors of time. No I am not immortal, I can die and will some day but I am ageless. I’ll watch you my young friend grow old and die.”

Gillian rests a hand on Owens shoulder.

“And it will hurt me so. Yet how can I watch my love grow old wither and die when I would give my very life for her.”

There are tears at the corner of his golden eyes.

“I know I should send her away end it now, but in my heart I know that Jenna would always keep retuning drawn to me even as you where.”

‘Owen I would have to drive her away and I know of only one way, almost gave in to it the night I returned.”


“Owen the love I have for Jenna, that can never be is killing me.”

Gillian walks from the room and disappears into the night alone with his thoughts.

 

[StarChylde]

Owen Quillan

“Yes Owen I know. If it was just a matter of passion I could easily let her see the truth as I did with you when you first came seeking the pack that you need.”

The pack he needed. It was true that he needed the pack, and Owen knew it well. Though, he'd never spoken of that need in so many words, he showed his recognition of it in other ways. Even before he'd been accepted as a part of the pack, he'd done nothing against them, even helped when the chances had been presented to him. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he'd been accepted into the pack in the first place. An almost unreasoning loyalty that had never wavered so much as an inch.

Gillian sits silent and that silence is almost deafening.

“Owen I love her.”

“I have already lost a mate and as you know my kind mate for life, and there my young friend is the problem. I have lived down through the corridors of time. No I am not immortal, I can die and will some day but I am ageless. I’ll watch you my young friend grow old and die.”

Owen felt the warmth of Gillian's hand upon his shoulder, looked into his golden eyes to see the sadness there, the pain of knowing what would surely come to pass in its own time. Yes, Owen would grow old, he would die, and Gillian would be forced to watch it all happening with nothing to be done about it at all.

Gillian admitted to his love for the girl Jenna aloud, Jenna the Kin, and the fact that he would give her life for her if that was ever required of him. Silence stretched on between them once again, one that even seemed oppressive to Owen. And then Gillian turned and left, out into the night.

Shannon

Sitting in her human form beneath the stars, not near to any of the others on the manor's grounds, Shannon seemed to be lost in her meditations. Truth be known, she always kept an ear out for anything out of the ordinary, but there was a lot for her to ponder over.

The fight that had passed some several weeks ago, and what she saw in the girl Jenna. Kin. She saw all the signs in the girl, the intense respect and trust for the wolves, the way she accepted everything they did as if it was entirely normal and natural.

One thing, however, puzzled her. There was something restless in the girl, something that she couldn't quite pinpoint. That very restlessness was worrisome to her, reminded her somewhat of herself... As did Gillian.

Yes, they had one thing in common, though that commonality was nowhere near complete. They both lived dual lives, torn between two words. For him, the line between words was a clearer one than for her. But more of a cage for him. At least with her, it was only the difference between Bagheera and Garou.... the panther and the wolf.... Gillian had his Jenna... and Shannon had her Owen.

 

[cgraven]

He was alone on the grounds wandering aimlessly. Yet there was something drawing him back to the house.

Gillian was shocked to find himself outside of Jenna’s door his hand on the door knob. Oh yes he had often been here as “Gill” but never as Gillian. Slowly the knob twist in his hand and he enters her room. It is filled with her sent, the little personal touches that claimed it as her own. He pick up the white blouse and black silk skirt that lay on there chair where she had left them. He held them to his face and drank in her essence that still clung to them.

“Jenna”, his Jenna lay naked on the bed atop the covers, her breathing deep and even, her body bathed in the moon light streaming through the window. He ached to go to her to kiss, to give Jenna what she truly longed for. I knew he could not.

The sun was just about to break when he bent over and brushed her lips with a kiss as a single tear landed on her cheek. He could see her waking and quickly headed for the door as the first ray of sunlight hit his back. One moment Gillian was there the neck Gill disappearing out the door.

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

Jenna's slumber was an incredibly light one after she got back to sleep after the dream of Gill and Gillian as one being bent on showing her just how pleasurable giving in to her response to their touch could be... There was the sensation of warm velvety skiin pressing to her lips... another pair of lips... and then a splash of wetness upon her cheek...

Driving the last dredges of sleep away, she opened her eyes to behold something that simply could not be... it must be an extension of her earlier dream. One moment Gillian was there with his back turned to her, and the next Gill was racing out her door.

Yet she still felt as if she'd been kissed recently, and wiped away the tear upon her cheek. It must be her own tear, she told herself, scolding herself for that strange fantasy of a moment ago.

She took great care in dressing today, though it was a simple enough outfit... A patterned tube-top and black pants. She even put a little lipstick and eyeshadow on, for the first time since she came here. Walking out of her room, she ended up passing by the East wing several times throughout the day...

She'd been told several times that none but the staff could go into the East wing, into Gillian de Loups private rooms, but by the time an hour had passed after lunch, she couldn't stand her curiosity anymore. He slept in the day, what harm could there be in just looking?

So it happened that she tiptoed to the East wing, opening the door slowly, quietly as possible... took two steps inside, closed the door quietly behind her, and turned around to see what was so important about this wing that it must be kept secret.....

 

[cgraven]

Gill / Gillian

I was half dozing my head upon my paws when suddenly there was a sound out of place in the east wing. The soft fall of a foot step, human, and not Ben’s or Owens’s. I strain my senses, casting them out like net and there it is, her sent, Jenna’s sent, she was close and coming closer.

Why was she here? She knew this was the one are forbidden to her. I took up a position where I would be hidden if the door opened. Her sent was strong now, almost overpowering. The handle of the door was turning.

“Please Jenna don’t do this, my soul cried.”

Even now I could pretend that she wasn’t her, but if she opened that door and entered, I would have no choice. I would do what had to be done. Silently I implored the ancient ones to turn her aside. Slowly the door opened and Jenna stepped in. She paused for a moment, leting her eyes adjust to the semidarkness of the room. She went to my desk and switched on the lamp.

Rising silently I pushed the door shut with my body and leaned against closing it with a BANG

“Gill” Her voice soft and trusting.

I took three steps forward. Jena was smiling as she approached me her hand out stretched in greeting, palm down to show no intent of a threat. There was a great sadness in my eyes as I leapt at her. My 175 lbs hit her squarely in the chest knocking her to the floor. Jenna was stunned, the breath knocked from her lungs, her arms out stretched above her head. I howled for what I must do, even as my heart was breaking.

I was astride her, my jowls pulled back, and fangs bearded, just scant inches from Jenna’s jugular vain. My eyes defied her to move. My eyes screamed :

“So you want to know.”

She lay their motionless as the afternoon slipped into evening. As the sun fade the transformation took place, in the blink of an eye.

No longer “Gill” But “Gillian” pinned her to the floor.

 

[StarChylde]

Jenna Malone

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the room... Gillian kept it so dark, she was amazed he could see to get to his bed in the mornings... Eventually, she could make out a desk, and moved for it, turning on the lamp with a soft click.

BANG!

She turned around quickly, a startled gasp escaping her throat. But it was only Gill. She smiled, holding her hand out palm-down as she approached him.

"Gill."

She trusted him completely, knew that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. There was a sadness in his beautiful eyes that she didn't understand. Neither did she understand the cause for his sudden leap at her...

... the next thing she knew, Gill was astride her, fangs bared... just inches from her throat. He could snap it with a single chomp, she knew he could do it if something made him want that.... She daren't move, barely dared to breathe.

The sun began to fade, slowly setting somewhere outside, unseen but she knew that must be happening. And then the dream she'd had was all the more real... and it terrified her....

Gill had become Gillian! And Gillian had her pinned to the floor. She didn't know what to do, what to think, eyes widened in complete shock... She trembled there on the floor, unthinking, unmoving. What would he do to her?