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Post by kyla on Jul 14, 2008 10:54:22 GMT -5
Kyla nodded, knowing he was laughing at her and finding it very irritating. She stood as he did and then proceeded to trail behind him, sulking in a way that could make any teenager proud. She was still sulking when they walked outside and she glared at him when he smiled at her. She knew she was being childish but she didn't care. She hated it when people laughed at her. Besides, the sulking behavior fit her norm better than teasing had.
She sniffed the air lightly at his prompting and snarled a little under her breath, and then was surprised when he told her not to worry. At that exact moment she had been worried that they were going to have to talk to them, that she would have to start playing buddy-buddy with the pack already. She was extrememly relieved to find out that wasn't true. "Thank you." She said, taking his arm simply because he was being considerate enough to not make her talk to people.
"After you, good sir." She replied. Deciding she had sulked for long enough. She wasn't smiling but she wasn't pouting anymore either. She would have to get used to people laughing at her, it was a fact of life.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 15, 2008 11:09:36 GMT -5
Patrick sighed and ignored the sulking; she'd get over it. He had a feeling that it was one of her defensive modes; maybe, someday, she'd not need them so much. Until then, she had a right to retreat into any attitude she wanted as long as she continued to obey him. He didn't demand that his packmembers treat him in any particular way. As long as he was sure of their loyalty...
He squeezed her arm a little, trying to silently tell her it was ok, then opened the door to the hallway that would be 'hers'. It was narrow and dark; the house was old. He had to let go of her arm to lead her up the rickety stairs. At the top, he fished around over their heads until his fingers found the key.
"Stashed it up there until someone needed it; it's yours now. I'm the only one with a key-this house is so old, they still did skeleton keys back then, and I have the only one. You can lock the world away..."
He grinned and unlocked the door, then pressed the key into her hand. Then he opened the door, revealing a tiny little attic apartment-typical Paris apartment but with more windows than normal because it was on the corner. It was shabby and empty but very clean. "We'll have to get you some furniture...there is a bed, but be careful when you flop down. It's probably a good ten years old."
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Post by kyla on Jul 15, 2008 13:29:55 GMT -5
Kyla took the key and stepped into the apartment. She looked around already seeing ways that she could improve it, what she would put where. "Don't worry about furniture." She said. "I can make arrangements to get my stuff from Egypt sent here." She had aquired a nice collection of antique furniture that would fit perfectly into this apartment.
She walked over to the windows and looked out, it might not be the best view in the city but she would take it. Just the fact that she had windows was enough for her. She turned back to Patrick. "Do they open?" She didn't wait for an answer, she opened it and breathed in the fresh air. It instantly made the room open up and she turned with a smile.
"This is great Patrick. Thank you." She loved the apartment, if fit her, and the fact that she could go home and close out the world really appealed to her, not to mention the fact that Patrick being right downstairs would give her a place to run to if she had a problem she couldn't handle. She'd never had that before and it made her feel safer than she'd ever felt. "Really it's perfect. And I guess I can handle meeting the pack whenever you're ready." She sighed, dreading it.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 15, 2008 14:13:53 GMT -5
Patrick laughed, shrugging. "That's fine. You need anything, you let me know. We've got connections..."
He winked at her, then moved to lean out the window. "Mmm. Smells good. We'll wait on the pack...it'll be easier on you, I think, to introduce you a few at a time. So. Come downstairs. Let's have a drink and talk."
He turned from the window, moving down the stairs. He wanted to discuss what she'd heard, what had brought her here in more detail, and talk to her about the 'plans'. Not that he had many; it would all depend on his meeting with the vampires. What a thought. He mentally growled. He wasn't looking forward to this in the least...
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Post by kyla on Jul 15, 2008 14:27:12 GMT -5
Kyla shook her head. Connections? He sounded like a bad mob movie, but oh well, she wouldn't knock the connections since she might need to use them. She nodded gratefully at his words. If she was forced into the whole pack, she would probably end up running away or causing some sort of trouble. That was just how her mind worked. Whenever a large group of people came around her, she went on the defensive, trying to either get away or hurt them before they could hurt her.
"Alright." She followed him down the stairs, closing the door to her new apartment lovingly. She couldn't wait to make arrangements for her furniture, the place could be awesome with a feminine touch. Not that she really had too much of one but enough to make it a bit less grungy. She still had no idea what he wanted to talk about but she figured she'd find out soon enough.
"So, what are we discussing now?" She was curious, she'd already told him her sob story so she figured that he must be wanting to know about any information she had that might be of use. She would tell him, though in her mind there wasn't much to tell.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 16, 2008 10:33:06 GMT -5
Patrick led her downstairs into his apartment. Kicking his shoes off,he yawned and moved to the kitchen to put the teakettle on. "You want anything to drink?" he asked.
He glanced around his apartment with a smile. Perfectly neat, if a bit shabby. Obviously a man's apartment, but there were odd feminine touches that spoke of the fact that he was loved by several women-mostly as a 'father figure' or friend.
"Sit down." he said, pointing to the kitchen table. None of the chairs matched, but they were all comfortable.
He turned, staring out the window suddenly. A moment passed, then he relaxed and shook his head, his eyes wry. "Idiot." he muttered. Not giving an explaination for his action, he turned back to the stove, pulling out his tea and cups.
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Post by kyla on Jul 16, 2008 13:20:18 GMT -5
Kyla nodded to his question. "I'll have whatever you're having." She studied his apartment and grinned. It was almost exactly how she had expected his apartment to be. She walked over to the table and sat on his command. She slouched, getting comfortable. Her feet were still aching so it felt very good to stretch her legs out and just sit.
Her head cocked to one side as he stared out the window. His muttered word confused her further and then when he just continued to go about his business, her confusion peaked.
"Um, Patrick?" She asked, her face concerned. "Is something wrong?" She sat upright in the chair again, prepared to go on the alert if need be. She hadn't liked the tone of his voice, or the way he'd spaced out like that. "Should I be worried about something?"
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 16, 2008 16:15:28 GMT -5
Patrick shook his head, fixing the tea. "No." he said quietly. "Don't worry about it. It's not for you to be concerned about."
That came out a bit harsh, but he didn't retract it. Walking over, he set the tea stuff down, then slouched in his chair. "Now. You asked me earlier about our plans..." he sighed and fixed his tea, then sat back, cradling the hot cup in his hands. "The truth is that's it's too early to have plans, but we're starting to feel things out. I sent a...messanger...to London to speak with...someone...about the situation. And I've got my feelers out. Tell me what you've heard." He said, sipping his tea and fixing her with his dark, brooding eyes.
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Post by kyla on Jul 16, 2008 19:06:50 GMT -5
Kyla's eyes narrowed at his harsh words and she was suddenly reminded of the reason she didn't open up to people. She realized that she had already allowed herself to open up too much to her so-called Alpha.
She flopped down into her chair again, her face completely blank. She was all business now. She stared back at him, and shrugged. "I heard rumors circulating in Egypt about an oncoming war between the species. I disregarded them, because they were simply rumors and the sources I heard them from were not reputable. However, I then heard rumors that certain members of both species had expressed interests in coming together peacefully. This rumor caught my attention, so I followed it as best I could. Eventually, I heard a rumor that was in conjunction with the peace rumor, saying that there was a werewolf in Paris that was as against the peace as I was. Other than that, I haven't heard much." She said, crossing her arms lightly, all of her walls sliding firmly back into place.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 16, 2008 23:45:39 GMT -5
Patrick saw her retreat and sighed; he regretted his harshness. Leaning forward, he touched her shoulder with his fingers, a barely-there caress, and looked her in the face. "I'm sorry." he said softly, sincerely. "I didn't mean to be harsh with you...it wasn't your problem. I took out my frustration with...something else...on you."
He sat back, picking up his cup, and sipped it. After a moment, he glanced out the window again, his face turning thoughtful.
"The war is coming." he said slowly. "There's a pair-a werewolf woman and a vampire man-who are the focal points, but we can't find them yet. I know they're out there, though. They aren't even the real issue anymore; simply the spark that lit the tinder. The soft-hearted traitors among the werewolves cry out that there are good vampires, that we shouldn't hate them. And the bastard decievers among the vampires embrace these idiots, whisper sweet lies into their ears. They speak of a treaty; they mean to enslave us. To destroy us."
His voice was utterly cold; it was clear that he believed every word he was saying. "We can not let this happen." He turned his gaze back to her, the demon inside of him peeking through his dark eyes. "I will not let this happen."
He took a deep breath, obviously fighting to regain control. "So we'll fight." He finished, putting the cup down before he broke it. "To our last breaths."
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Post by kyla on Jul 17, 2008 19:50:02 GMT -5
Kyla shrugged. It wasn't like she wasn't used to people using her as an emotional punching bag, that was her problem. That was what caused her to stay withdrawn. "I understand." She replied. And she did...really. But understanding it didn't make it any better, nor did it make it hurt less.
A low growl came from her throat as she listened to his story. A purely wolf sound. She couldn't believe how stupid some of her kind could be. Believing vampires? Siding with them against their bretheren, it was a travesty and she meant to make sure that every one of those gullible fools payed for their idiocy. There would be blood on her black paws very soon and she was beginning to not care whether it belonged to a vampire or a werewolf.
Another growl, even more animalistic than the first escaped her throat at the usuage of the phrase, 'enslave us.' She would never be enslaved, not by vampires or anyone else. Her eyes were glowing with hatred and her face was completely blank, no emotion shinging through because she knew how dreadfully warped it would be if she allowed the feelings racing through her to show.
She nodded. "Yes, we will fight and it probably will be to our last breaths. But I will gladly kill myself before I submit to those filthy blood suckers." She nearly added on that she would submit to no one, but clearly that wasn't true, she already had. "They will not enslave me. I don't care if I have to take every single one of those bastards down with my bare hands, they will not rule me." A shiver ran down her spine and she very nearly shifted from pure rage. Her hands dug into the table, her nails leaving little grooves in the material.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 18, 2008 11:07:56 GMT -5
Patrick reached out, almost absently, and turned her hands from the table-he didn't want to have to resurface it. "Iknow." He said quietly, rubbing her wrists a moment as if to soothe her. "As you can tell, I feel the same way. But for right now, we're stuck. We have to wait."
He released her and sighed, picking up his tea again. "So. Settle in, get to know your new pack, fix up your apartment. Stay close to the packhouse; I'll yell if I hear anything. Stay out of trouble." He gave her a wry, lopsided smile. "That pretty much sums it up. I'm sick of waiting already, but we don't have a choice."
He yawned, then finished his tea, stretching his long frame out more comfortably on the chair. "Any questions, anything you want to ask me?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at her.
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Post by kyla on Jul 20, 2008 21:34:43 GMT -5
Kyla fought the urge to yank her hands back and cross her arms, a blush rising on her features. "I can wait. It's worth it, as long as I get to feel the blood sooner rather than later." When he released them, her arms immediately crossed themselves and she settled back into the chair, her anger receeding into the back of her mind.
She nodded to all of his instructions, she would do as he asked, mostly because it was what she'd planned on doing the whole time. It was quite obvious what her job was until it came time to fight, get close to her packmates and behave like a good little girl. She hated doing it but if that was what it would take to get to kill some vampires, than that was what she'd do.
Her eyes, surprisingly, contained laughter. "None that you would like answering, or even be able to answer. So I think I'll keep my questions to myself. However, if I think of any I'll be sure to let you know."
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 20, 2008 23:50:59 GMT -5
Patrick noted the defensive guesture with an internal sigh. He was really going to have to work with her. She had to trust him; she'd submitted, but without trust, it wasn't enough. Perhaps Ella could get through to her more than he could.
He eyed her for a moment at her odd answer to his question, but he couldn't help but smile too. It was nice to see her eyes sparkling; it made her look gentler. More normal.
"Do that." he said, standing. "Please do that. I'll even promise to answer a few of them, just to surprise you." he teased, smiling wider. "Now. To bed with you...it's late, and I need my beauty sleep." He winked. "Can't be leading the pack looking all haggard and nasty, now can I?"
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Post by kyla on Jul 21, 2008 0:34:47 GMT -5
Kyla managed a small laugh at his teasing and nodded. "You know your pack would love you no matter what you looked like. Besides, shouldn't big, bad leaders of big, bad packs be all...Big and...well, bad? If you're all clean cut and nice looking, no one will respect you. I think you should make yourself look manly and rugged." She smiled, actually smiled, free and open.
"You're too nice." It scared her, how nice he was. She was going to end up changing, and that scared her because she was certain that change brought hurt. It would take her a while to get used to things. "Good night Patrick." She said, standing up and walking over to him. She laid a hand on his shoulder and her smile turned gentle. "Thank you for everything you've done for me tonight. I know it may not always seem like I appreciate things, but I do. And I promise that, even though it will be hard for me, I'll work on my problems." She squeezed his shoulder gently and gave him a brief hug. "Good night." She walked out of the kitchen and back to her own apartment, grateful that the stressful day was over and extremely ready to fall into a bed and sleep for at least three weeks.
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