Letting It All Out-Dominic

[Inora Theos]

Inora had stayed locked inside that hotel room for two weeks. After the police had come and everyone had talked to her. She'd been brought to the hospital and examined. They'd gasped in disbelief at the amount of damage Sevanni had done to her insides, but she hadn't been surprised. They'd asked her to tell them who had done this to her, but she just described someone who could possibly look like Sevanni and told them she hadn't known the man.

She'd just been a victim of a random crime.

They asked her about the technicians and she'd told them that the man had made his escape through the elevator panel, and that all she'd heard was two thumps and then the blood had started falling. They'd accepted that and the police had left. She'd been forced to stay in the hospital for two nights, so they could try their best to patch up her hurts.

She was still sore for the entire two weeks though, she was sore even now.

Around the thirteenth day of her shut-in status, she'd started writing. She hadn't written music since her band had kicked her out but this experience called for her to let things go, for her to get this horrible experience out into the open.

She would never be the same again, and as a musician she was deep down in her soul, she had to let the world know it through song. The music had flowed so easily, heartbreaking tune that it had become. The words had been harder. She'd cried more tears than ever before writing it out, because she'd been forced to relive her memories.

When the songs had been finished, it had taken four separate songs for her to get it all out, she had called one of the bars that her band had played at so long ago. The owner had recalled her, she'd been the one that always dealt with the owners so they almost always remembered her. She asked him if she could try a solo gig and he accepted, trusting her to bring in some good business.

So when the time came she forced herself up out of bed and put on the outfit she'd spent hours picking out. Her songs were going to be so very personal, so very heartbreaking, that she just wanted to feel comfortable while she sang them. She wanted to be able to be happy while she sang them, at least a little bit happy. And orange always made her happy.

Once she was dressed she grabbed her purse and she left that hotel, leaving everything else behind. She could move back into her home now, and she didn't want the bags filled with clothes, the bags that had witnessed her rape.

She stopped by her apartment and grabbed her keyboard, she knew from experience that this club didn't have a piano. And then she headed to her doom.

The bouncer at the door recognized her and stopped her to talk at the front door, trying to catch up with her, but he noticed that something was wrong so he let her go. He would later ask one of the new guys to take his spot at the door so he could listen to her.

Inora went to the owner to let him know she was there and then went behind the curtain to begin setting up. She put the keyboard in front of her, set a stool behind it, and then maneuvered a microphone into the perfect position and height for her.

A quick sound check to make sure that everything was good, she used one of the bands old songs because she couldn't get into the new ones quite yet.

It was going to be a good crowd tonight, it wasn't the night when the club did it's single's mixers, and it was a soul club. People would expect to her hear haunting melodies and rueful lyrics at the Heartbreak Club. That's basically all they played here, old soulful music about broken hearts, and despair. Now the clientele would just hear it live.

She sat behind the curtain, taking deep breaths, trying to prepare herself for what was to come. What she was about to do.

[DOMINIC THEOS]

California. It was where Dominic went when he was feeling the most social, and when he felt antisocial Montana was always a good bet. But this particular evening he was feeling downright frisky. Of course, the trip to California was always good for dimming down that raw energy. He carried his clothing in a pack fashioned for the wolf. Pretty much a messenger bag with a short strap that went about his nape. As usual he packed something casual – jeans, a black button down shirt and tennis shoes. The cross pendant his father wore hung slack around his neck as it always did. He’d made certain to buy a chain long enough to fit the wolf as well.

Seventy five miles an hour with no traffic always seemed to get him places quickly, and there was no denying his love for running. It was always such a liberating experience, and the lean muscles in his lupine form’s legs could only aid in the endurance that was displayed by just how far he ran. Yes, the added strength of the werewolf allowed him to make the extremely long trip in a very short amount of time. He rested every couple of hours, but beyond that the trip would take maybe eight hours. That wasn’t too bad. He didn’t mind the extension, it was far more economic than buying a plane ticket every time he had the inclination to travel, and far better for his body.

As he arrived in Hollywood the sun was setting. He was somewhat pleased by his good timing. As wolves didn’t really frequent the streets, he allowed himself to morph in dense underbrush, dressing casually before surfacing and meandering down the boardwalk as if nothing had happened. In his opinion nothing had. One always hears about the sob stories of werewolves who don’t take to their condition, Dominic had accepted it easily and even perhaps welcomed the change of pace in his life. Maybe it was his optimistic nature, or his true grit set in stone stable nature but he was not fazed by the speed bump. The only time it was difficult was when he would receive a phone call from the nursing home to inform him his mother had had an hour or two of coherence he’d recently missed.

Shaking that thought from his mind, he was determined to have a pleasant evening. And why not? Was he not deserving of one? As his gaze casually browsed the contents of the street, his cool stare caught sight of a club that looked rather popular. There was a small line already forming and it was fairly early in the evening. So, Nic took his chances and proceeded to wait. Like a good boy. I knew you were thinking it. His mannerisms were something ingrained in his subconscious and it was only his nature to be fair about when he was allowed in. As it would happen, the wait wasn’t too awful and he wandered in. It was a dimly lit, low key place – no pumping rave music, to his relief and he wandered to the bar.

The tender nearly scoffed at him as he ordered a rum and coke, stopping him halfway into a shot. He only drank very lightly and that would probably be the only liquor he would ingest that evening. Stirring the ice cubes absent mindedly, a stray waft of air coaxed him to straighten slowly. Another wolf. Well that wasn’t unheard of. He ran into quite a few wolves these days. Still, there was something about werewolves that was always, always, intriguing. It might be that they each had a different story, or that they all had different demeanors and testimonies to the hardships or blessing their condition was. That was part of what interested him. Other than that there was a feeling, an aura that accompanied the smell. Hurt, pain and fear. Call that dog sense if you like but Nic felt it as if it were his own emotion. He willingly lent his compassion to the stranger, his hazel stare ticking over the occupants in a reticent search for this wounded soul.

His search was in vain. It was a scent coming from back stage and he would not go uninvited. Not today in any case. Breathing a sigh to calm his mild frustration at his helplessness, he seated himself near enough the stage to see and be seen. Social fellow? Sometimes. Sometimes he liked his privacy. Tonight was all about being out. He honestly believed he had a purpose in being here. The wolf had set determination and was not leaving til he felt he had served some purpose or usefulness. The lupine’s sharp gaze was fixed, albeit casually, on the stage as he took a sip of his beverage and toyed with it, leaning back comfortably in his chair and waiting.


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[Inora Theos]

It was time. No more thinking, no more dwelling, no more fear. The curtains opened and an announcement was made, something about her debut, how some of them might remember her from the old band. There was a scattering of applause from those that remembered her, though she certainly looked different now. This was Inora, not the personification of air.

Today she rather looked like the personification of pain.

She took her seat and tested the keyboard. Looking out over the crowd with a sad look on her face. They were about to be amazed, she knew these were her best songs ever, that's usually how it went when there was real emotion involved. But these songs were about something that would change her forever, and she wondered briefly if she was really ready to share that with the world.

Before she could think too much her fingers began to play of their own accord. She knew subconsciously that this was the only thing that could get her out of herself enough to let her heal from this. The first haunting melody played out through the room, twisting around the people like lovers, filling them up with her emotions, her pain.

Fragile bird in gilded cage,
Broken heart concealed by rage.
Unheard whispers in the dark,
Spoken by the meadowlark.

On silken pillows lay crumpled dreams,
Diamond tears fall on golden reams.
Untold wishes in the dark,
Not spoken by the meadowlark.

Marble mask hides the pain,
Forgotten memories dance through the rain.
Unknown tremblings in the dark,
Felt only by the meadowlark.

Gasping soul, pain broke free,
Tossed as if on torrid sea.
Unsung songs fill the dark,
Cried out in heartbreak to the meadowlark.

The lyrics were familiar, it was a song she'd written in the depth of her heart ache. It all fit her so well, she was filled with rage but mostly she was just heartbroken that something like this could happen to her. Her dreams of giving the man she loved her virginity one day were completely dashed, she had nothing left to give, no ultimate gift, it had been stolen from her. But at least her songs were now being sung. Her pain was breaking free in a way that would help, rather than hurt.

This life was not what she'd wanted, it wasn't turning out the way she'd planned. Sevanni Black had ruined her entire existence. Would she ever again be able to look at a man without fear? Even now, looking out at the crowd she wondered which men would be capable of doing to her what he'd done. Which of them would have stopped him. Which of them would have joined in.

She shuddered and brought her song to it's dramatic, sweeping close. And sat trembling in fear, unable to look out at the crowd and acknowledge the applause.

Inora had been wrong, this wasn't helping, any of those men out there could be contemplating doing what Sevanni had done. There could be other girls out in the audience right now who'd never experienced what Inora had, but they might.

She couldn't think, she couldn't perform.

"I'm sorry." She whispered into the mic before running off stage. The owner stepped forward anxiously but didn't know her well enough to follow. Didn't want to. He pushed one of the other acts on stage and smiled apologetically at the audience, explaining her actions away as stage fright, amateurism.

But Inora didn't notice or care, she ran to the back alley and slumped against the building. Tears streaming down her face, her arms wrapped shakingly around her. So much pain inside her, she'd never felt so much pain before, not even when her father had cut her. Though there had been so much more pain than this even when she'd watched him kill her mother.

Her mother, how disappointed would Melody be if she knew that Inora's body had been used as hers had been. Good thing she was too dead to see. Inora sincerely hoped there wasn't a heaven, her poor mother shouldn't have to have this grief interrupt her paradise.

Sobs raced from the center of her body and she tightened her grip on her stomach. "Go away....just go away...." She whispered to the pain, her voice broken and full of anguish.

[DOMINIC THEOS]

It was an unexpected turn when the curtain rose and there, sitting center stage on a small bench with a keyboard before her was the wolf he had been previously intrigued with. The emotion that radiated from her was of melancholy, hopelessness, and fear…Fear of what? The tick of Dominic’s heated stare moved over the occupants once again, this time a bit more skeptical of the content. Still, there was no one in the room who screamed predator. And the air was free of that immortal tang that was always as obvious as a sore thumb. So what was disturbing the fetching blonde? The mutt’s lips had been pulled into a firm, straight line that denoted something akin to concern and curiosity. Thankfully, curiosity only kills cat, or so it was said.

Whatever the case was, her song began and Nic sat enraptured at a combination of the sound of her voice, sweet and yet so sorrowful, and the music she played. She reminded him very much of a caged bird in her choice of words and internally his compassion extended, his heart aching for her. Perhaps that was a fault of Dominic’s, becoming vulnerable without even bothering to know the person. Maybe the she-wolf was just playing the part. Though vibes were difficult to feign..Nic somehow didn’t care whether he was right or wrong about her sincerity. He simply knew how he felt about the situation.

The song’s final notes were lagging, and ragged filled with emotion thicker than just an internal ache; tears. Dominic inherently hated seeing anyone cry, man, woman or child. So when she rose abruptly and fled from the scene he was on his feet within seconds and moving towards the back door. The sound of her crying was loud enough to carry and direct his path as he wove amid the backstage clutter. It was very cliché in one sense but as the door swung open and he exited into the night air he stopped to observe carefully for just a moment.

Perhaps it was the wolf that demanded at least some sort of procedure as far as safety went. As soon as it was satisfied, watching the way that the smog clouded around her as she curled against the wall, her slender shoulders trembling with the effort of releasing her pain. The sound of her voice, already familiar in his skull, was wrought with anguish and Dominic’s brows knit together with the battle within. Instinct told him to go hold her, but logic said that was probably a bad idea. Dark alley and a stranger swoops down said that he’d probably get maced or worse. Besides, he didn’t know this woman…Wait, no that’s not applicable; it didn’t matter.

Wandering forward, he stopped a good three feet away and crouched in front of her and slightly to the side. Balancing back on his heels, he remained silent for a moment before clearing his throat softly and opening his mouth to speak. The words Are you okay? almost came out of his mouth but he immediately thought better of it. Clearly she wasn’t okay. People don’t usually cry when they’re okay. Sure there are happy tears but those are pretty distinct. Instead, he whispered in that warm, masculine baritone – ”Can I help you?” He reasoned his appearance may be something of a shock and had already tensed in preparation to leap back and out of harm’s way. He was somewhat of a defensive fighter – he didn’t like to strike out, no matter how much he was provoked. God said that was a no-no, and so he did his very best to turn the other cheek, regardless of how he felt about the offender.

Pulling the napkins he had grabbed for her out of his back pocket and offered them up, aware that they were nothing in comparison to how nice real tissues might have felt. That regret was shown in his apologetic gaze as he waited for some sort of response good or bad. As kind as Niccy was there was always that callous preparing for the worst, despite his hopes for a good outcome. Though he wasn’t sure what outcome this would offer that he would consider good. We’ll play it by ear.

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[Inora Theos]

Inora's pain, as usual, completely blocked her helpful senses as a werewolf, she really was a suck-tastic werecreature. She never let her senses work for her the way they should, she was basically still human. Oh how she wished she'd never met Logan, how she wished he hadn't bitten her. Her whole life would have been different, she still would have been nothing more than a delivery girl at Blackwell. She wouldn't have an entire pack now in her care, she wouldn't have gotten raped.

Another sob raced from her as she thought that, the word itself sent pain stabbing through her. She fell forward onto her knees, not able to hold herself up anymore. One hand went out in front of her to hold her up and the other stayed wrapped around her stomach.

She saw his feet in front of her before she registered his footsteps.

Her head came up slowly, long blond locks all twisted but still beautiful in a wild way falling back to frame her anguished features. A man, she flew back against the wall and stared at him like cornered prey. He opened his mouth to say something and she was desperately glad that he hadn't asked if she were okay, in her current state she might have been forced to rip his heart from his chest.

Speaking of hearts, hers was beating much to quickly, her breathing accelerating almost to the point of hyperventilation. Normally, any time before Sevanni had....violated her(she couldn't even think the word) her heart would have been racing from the sheer beauty of the man in front of her. He was gorgeous, did things to her heart that even Daniel Conteo hadn't equaled, but they were buried far too deep for her to register them.

All she felt was fear. He was a man, a man had done this to her, so logically all men were to be feared, he was to be feared.

His voice...oh a beautiful voice if only she wasn't too far gone to appreciate it, it would have had her quaking in her flip-flops.

"I...uh...I don't.....you don't.....please...I....I just....no." She whispered that last, the denial of it barely pushing out through her lips. If only he could help her, but there was no help for her now. Singing hadn't worked, nothing else would. She would be this same, cold, unfeeling mess for the rest of her life, all because of stupid Sevanni Black.

What Sevanni had done couldn't even be compared to what Logan had done, turning her werewolf, promising her happiness, and then just disappearing. That should have hurt more, should have caused more anguish, more changes. No that she had been able to handle, to bounce back from. But Sevanni Black had torn her apart inside in so many ways. She was no longer sweet innocent Inora, all of that had been stolen from her. Ripped from her brutally before she'd really had a chance to enjoy it.

He pulled out napkins from his back pocket but she couldn't make herself reach forward and take them, she was locked in position against the wall. Her palms flat against the cold building, arms spread out like she was bracing herself, legs somehow miraculously holding her upright. If she saw an escape she'd take it. But something in her mind was holding her there.

A part of her she'd forgotten existed was whispering to her that this was a good man, that he was trying to help her, most importantly that she should let him.

"I can't..." She whispered again, shaking her head. She really couldn't, she was trying to force herself to move but she couldn't. Her terror was evident in her gaze, locked on those tissues and the man holding them. It was such a sweet gesture, but she couldn't fully appreciate it.

"You can't help me, no one can." Inora finally managed to say it, the truth, or at least, her truth. In her mind it was completely factual that no one alive or dead could help her now.

[DOMINIC THEOS]

From the moment he had begun to follow her Dominic knew that her flight was something to do with fear, pure and simple and her attempts to conceal the anguish rotted away. He was now certain she was no actress but sincerely in anguish. And he ached for her. Upon his features was a clear, concerned frown as she responded to his appearance, or at least she responded to finally having sighted him. She did take her time. He was suddenly glad it had been him who followed and not someone else…That wild, wide eyed, doe in the headlights expression pained him – a melancholy expression show in those deep dark eyes of his. His features were somewhat shadowed by the wan lighting but there was always the suggestion of line to define the expression.

The fact that she was exerting an impressive amount of pressure on her slender frame in an effort to either mold herself into the wall or escape invoked his slow retreat. He took a step back and then another, a slightly awkward motion considering he was crouched but at the same time it was a somewhat submissive action. Endowing her space and room to breathe though at this point he reckoned that she probably needed a little more help than that. As she stammered and trembled he almost suggested she not speak, but as that thought came to mind it seemed she finished her broken phrase.

He did not verbally respond to it, simply nodded and observed her features as they twisted and contorted, her mind clearly tortured by the daemons that induced such fear. As she refused the offered towlets he nodded once again, a slow accepting motion as he set them behind him gingerly without allowing his gaze to tear away from her countenance. Her words, so ragged were incomplete and so he waited for the finale. And there it was – You can’t help me, no one can. What a disheartening thought, but if that was all she had to say on the subject he could very easily disagree. Not only could he help but he would, God willing.

Still, he had to format some sort of word that would make sense to her in her state of shock and feral terror. Perhaps…yes. Something she could respond to without seeing him as as much a threat. His wolf form was fairly pedestrian, very large, but its bones were huskily made, like a large dog to a degree. If he remained docile enough he could resemble a domesticated animal. ”Hold that thought…I think I’ll just stay until you’ve calmed down.” At that thought he took another step back before rising and turning away.

He strode to the dumpster, stood behind it and disrobed. Tucking his clothes in the messenger bag he morphed and slipped the strap over his skull to settle about his neck, shaking so that it hung just off the ridge of his spine he materialized from the shadow again. And so in seconds in place of the gorgeous precedent of manhood stood an impressive lupine. It’s golden eyes stared still in that almost concerned fashion. He had reduced himself, in a sense. His pointed lobes were pressed tightly against his majestic crown as he approached, still maintaining that mild, careful distance in order to pose no clear threat. At that point a soft keening whine reported his lament before he proceeded to collapse his limbs and lay stretched out on the cement. Perhaps this was a primitive approach, but if he had been in a bad mood the wolf usually was something that represented something within him. It would send him searching for truth.

Wolf was what they were. And while he couldn’t be certain as to what she was afraid of, he knew he was shorter as a wolf, he knew that dogs were usually pretty well liked and he also knew that there was no use in speaking at this point. So while he understood what she said, he could not cut in with unnecessary reassurances – if she did not want them he would not give them. Allowing his skull to descend and rest aloft his outstretched limbs, harks upon his crown and ducked within their cradles the sole and subtle hint that he was still even paying attention was the point of his gaze – directly up into her features while his moist nostrils twitched, the silence filling the air. A strange approach, make no mistake, but Nic did not rely solely on his own intuition, but the Divine Creator and his own suggestions and this seemed the correct course of action.


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[Inora Theos]

A sigh of relief breached the lips that, while normally such a tempting shade of pink, had turned white from the pressure she was exerting on them to keep from screaming, to keep from lashing out at this man simply for being a man.

They're not all Sevanni, they won't all hurt you, he's trying to help. All the thinking in the world could not make his face stop turning into Sevanni's, could not stop her from feeling that same ache in her lower extremities that had haunted her every movement for the last two weeks.

But him moving away was helping, the further he got the more her body relaxed although she was certainly a lot more tense than she ever was normally. She closed her eyes to try and calm herself, not even thinking how stupid she was to take her eyes off of someone she was so terrified of.

And when those big baby blues were revealed again she gasped, because he was gone. She relaxed visibly but then stiffened again, she still smelled him. And there was some movement noises drifting to her ears from the alley.

Suddenly, a beautiful strong wolf emerged from behind the dumpster. Her eyes widened in disbelief, such a gorgeous mammal. The wolf inside her clamored to get out, she wanted to shift and run with this animal. But as the intense urges of her wolf subsided the terror and shame and absolute anguish that had taken hold of her earlier disappeared.

The wolf lay itself down and Inora began to cry again. She wasn't thinking about the fact that the man had smelled of werewolf, or the fact that this wolf smelled exactly like the man. She was thinking of her anguish and of the fact that wolves didn't respond to her like they responded to other humans. Wolves seemed to really like her, to trust her instinctively. She had touched, petted, slept with wolf packs before and nothing had happened.

Trusting in the strange animalistic trust these creatures had with her, Inora threw herself on the animal, wrapping her arms around it's neck.

Oh how very stupid she was, but she was also wrapped up in feelings that she couldn't understand.

"You're such a...hiccup...pretty wolf." She sobbed into it's silken fur. Her fingers played with the spot behind it's ears that had sent the other wolves she'd been around into motions of pure ecstasy. "Pretty, and pure." She choked. "I used to be pure..." Inora whispered to it. "I was so innocent...so naive..." Real anger filled her voice, "So stupid."

She looked down at the wolf, tears falling onto it's fur from her eyes. "I was raped...you probably don't know what that means...being just an innocent pure wolf. So sweet and untouched by the horrors of men. And by that I don't mean human kind...just men." She sniffled lightly and buried her face in it's fur.

"He just came into the elevator and took what he wanted....just took it and left." Her voice was shaking so bad she could barely talk. "Then he killed those men..." Her voice finally broke and she collapsed into sobs, her shoulders shaking so badly that it surely had to disturb the wolf.

"Just killed them, for no reason." She was almost as worried about the senseless loss of lives as she was about the rape.

"I was saving myself, for someone special. Now who would ever want me? I'm tainted, I'm ruined, I'm destined to be terrified of men for the rest of my life."

She returned to sobbing uncontrollably.

[DOMINIC THEOS]

The evidence of fear on that woman’s face, and even moreso in her scent was enough to overwhelm Dominic, who was sensitive towards others to begin with. His mind was reeling in an attempt to piece together a logical way to go about handling their little problem. Really it was her problem, but already he’d made an internal decision to make it his problem as well. It’s called compassion, and the world shows less and less of it all the time. The small, effeminate noises she continued to make as he moved away were taken note of but given no response – any response he could have formulated would prove pointless so why bother?

As he allowed his magnificently large lupine body down on the chilly cement, the slight gust of wind that managed to funnel its way into the alley ruffled the fur aloft his nape, his feral gaze still trained upon the exquisite porcelain countenance of the clearly distraught human. And just like that her walls began to crumble, tears cascading down her beautiful features and dropping like rain on the concrete. He resisted the urge to grunt as he was suddenly being used as something akin to a teddy bear. Still, he preferred this to being feared. She was hysterical.

Pretty wolf. The human within him wanted to laugh dryly; pretty. Sure it was a compliment but purely like one a woman would give to a bird or something else she was cooing at in a completely platonic fashion. Though the feeling of her slender digits digging at the back of his lobes induced a shift, the behemoth curled into the sensation as his lids slid shut – it was the equivalent to having a massage and as odd as the action was Dominic could do nothing but appreciate it. And then she was talking again, blubbering really, but he was doing a fair job at deciphering the syllables.

Then she began to add that he did not understand what she was saying and he wanted to roll his eyes. Of course he understood. The human brain was still functional within the wolf but he made no move to object to her reducing him to a common dog. Finally there was something to what was going on, she had begun to fill in the blanks and answer the questions buzzing between his lobes. Rape?! Oh, well that made Nic’s blood begin to boil, and she risked him turning into some salivating beast but he reasoned that blowing up on her was the last thing he should be doing.

It was through a series of deep breathes, ones filled with the warm feminine scent of her hair and perfume that began to calm him back down. The dead souls were lamentable, but they were no longer suffering and frankly Nic left their fate to God, so he wasn’t particularly prone to fret over those finished suffering. They were not his business. And then another great wave of sobs and a thorough clenching of his large frame ensued. Her sincere words were terribly heartbreaking, he physically hurt for her and her strife but could offer no comfort except that of a great warm mutt. Somewhat annoyed with that fact, he simply whined, carefully rising to sit on his haunches and gently lick the tears from her cheeks.

Yes, Nic understood, Inora. He heard every word and comprehended. And you’ve put him in a quite difficult position – if he stays this way there will be no feedback on your senseless drivel, no reassurance, and if he turns back into a human you’ll run. Sad, hm?



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[Inora Theos]

Hyperventilation, it was hard for someone like Inora to experience it, she wasn't used to crying a whole lot. She definitely wasn't used to crying herself into a frenzy where her breathing started to come faster and shorter. But that was what was happening.

All this fear built up inside her, the sadness that had been accumulating from weeks alone in her hotel room. It had all just compounded upon itself. Now she had finally found an outlet for it and it was all streaming out at once. The fur of the wolf where her head rested was damp already from her tears, she looked a frightful mess with her hair all disheveled and her cheeks ruddy with emotion.

Her fingers moved frantically through the wolf's fur as she struggled to slow her breathing down, but she kept thinking about her problems and things would start all over again. The alley was filled with her struggled breathing, and her gasps trying to restart it. She pulled her fingers from the wolf's silky smooth fur and cupped her hands around her mouth, breathing into her hands and trying to regulate her breaths.

"It's not working." She sobbed, her hands went back to the ears of the wolf, the actions calming her a little but her breathing continued in the same heightened fashion as before.

"My life wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to have my mom, I was supposed to grow up normal. I was supposed to be human. And no wolf, I don't regret being one of your kind, but it's being a werewolf that has led me here. Adam was supposed to stay here, always, he was supposed to be here for me and Ali but he kept leaving. I wasn't ever supposed to end up as an alpha, I was third-in-command. This was supposed to be Landon's job. But they both left me and now I got raped just because I'm too nice and too powerful at the same time."

She breathed a little faster, harder.

"Why can't I just be nice? Why does everyone in the world seek to shatter my innocence and naivety? Why can't anyone just leave well enough alone?" How dare they? How dare everyone do this? She was starting to get angry now, that wasn't helping her breathing.

"Why is so wrong with being nice and likable? Why am I being punished for being a good person?" She tried to stand up but she had no air to do so, her brain went blank and her eyes followed suit.

Inora crumpled to the ground, draped across the wolf's body, completely unconscious. But at least she looked peaceful, which hadn't happened in a long time. Her wallet fell out of her pocket, having been shaken loose from her bawling, all her information was in it.

[DOMINIC THEOS]

Dominic Theos was no one to boast knowledge in the medical field, he had no great working intellect when it came to Latin terminology, symptoms or bed manners. However, there was always that commonplace practicality that most households instilled in their children simply for the sake of common sense and whatever followed that line of thought. It was obvious that Inora’s efforts to cry were draining her of all other viable energy and she could not carry on like this for very long. She was such a frail human, such elegant arms and a slender neck denoted someone in fine shape but in summary – cardio and being in shape are two different things. Cardiovascular training is often neglected for the sake of bulking up ones muscles. This was quite apparently the case.

The lupine lay still as she ranted, the injustice of her situation already having been plain to him and therefore this particular tirade seemed a bit redundant. However, he listened with the same intensity – searching the speech for more clips of rationale wherever it chose to surface. The world was a cruel one, and that was why “nice” wasn’t a safe disposition to carry on with. Naturally he would not say this to Ms. Makani It was only seconds that ticked by before she attempted to rise, her limbs folding beneath her as she slumped back down. Nic grunted as her weight bore down upon him – she was not a heavy female but dead weight always seemed heavier.

Quite confident that she was unconscious, he retreated to the human form, now nude in the alley but with the certainty she would not wake, he carried her limp body back behind the dumpster where he redressed. Having done so, he tenderly cradled her, very much like a child and took notice of the article that she had dropped upon toppling into the abyss. A wallet. Well wasn’t that handy? Crouching just long enough to swipe it off the ground, his legs had already accommodated a careful gait – a vain attempt at not jostling the damsel in distress.

His perusing eyes scanned the information listed until an address was found, no contact information to be had, but an address would suffice. Somewhat familiar with the town, he began on his way to what he assumed was her residence. He scented no male upon her though internally he prepared himself for the uproar of her significant other should one present itself. The journey lasted a good half hour, during which he would scan the scenery and try to keep his eyes averted from the curious glances he was constantly shot. The other portion of this time was spent glancing down at his charge, dark eyes ticking over her vaguely peaceful countenance. He was no stranger to encountering perfectly lovely women. And he had no doubt that the reason he was drawn to this one was because of the intimacy of their time spent together thus far, however short.

Finally coming across the residence, he frowned, having not thought of how to gain entry to the place. Pausing, he nibbled on his lower lip – momentarily at a loss as to what course of action he should follow. With a sigh of resignation, he angled the limp Inora differently against his chest so that he could support her with just the one arm while the articulations of his now free hand wrapped around the door. With a sudden jerk he broke the lock – werewolf strength is so helpful sometimes – reminding himself that he would likely have to pay for that later. He wasn’t entirely certain he wasn’t going to pay for all of it by the time it was all said and done. Shaking that sinking feeling, he cautiously entered, bumping the door ajar with his shoulder – adequately closed for the time being though not secure. Holding her like a babe once more, he meandered through the rooms and after some length stumbled upon her bedroom. Gingerly pulling back the covers, he settled her on the mattress, carefully freeing her feet of her shoes before tucking her in, so to speak.

Having done all this in the pitch black of night, he remembered to ignite a lamp, he moved back to the front door and shut it. There was no lock left to use as further security. Silencing a growl of displeasure at his own lack of ingenuity he disrobed once again, neatly placing his pack filled with his attire on the couch before morphing. Carefully stepping up onto the bed beside her, he curled with his back to her but pressed to her side as a source of warmth and reassurance. It was one of those moments he was glad for the distinction of fur – the markings he sported were somewhat broad as was his size. He carried the silent hope that she would have some recollection of what he looked like when she awoke or this could turn into yet another traumatic experience for her. Having place her on the right side of the bed, his stare focused on the bedroom door which he had shut, his lobes ascendant and waiting for the sound of footfalls or otherwise. What a good watchdog.




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[Ali Ambrose]

"AH!!"
"Watch where you are going idiot!"

A small growl left pale lips and then a soft sigh. She just shrugged at the driver and then turned away from him once again and headed on her way towards her destination. It was surprising how many people in Hollywood loved to speed in their cars and would easily run over someone that was crossing the street. She had gotten lucky that she was a vampire and was able to move out of the way fast enough. Sure getting hit by a car wouldnt kill her, but it sure as hell would hurt. And she didnt feel like being taken to a hospital and then being asked why she had no pulse. Yeah that would go over really well.

But even though she didnt like the drivers here in Hollywood she did love the place. It held so many fond memories for her. Such as meeting Adam for the first time when the war had started up and of course, meeting some of her other friends. And the best memory to date, meeting her husband. At the thought of Vic she looked down at her left hand and smiled at the little gold band there on her finger. She really did love him and she was happier then she had been in a long time.

This trip though, was not to stroll down memory lane. It was actually to come visit her friend Inora, who she always fondly called, Nora love. She knew she still lived here in Hollywood and that she had taken over Adams pack. The poor girl had been getting one hell event after another and Ali felt bad that she hadnt come to check on her sooner.The last time she had seen her was at the wedding. What kind of friend was she? But she would make it up tonight. The night was still young and maybe they could go out and do something fun. Maybe even plan a trip for later on with Rose. They hadnt done that in a while.

When she came upon the street that Nora's place was on she checked both ways now, not wanting to be caught in the same situation as earlier and then sprinted across the street. In a normal human manner though. Didnt want to give herself away. But as she got closer she smelt something was off. Her sense of smell was one of her best senses and she smelt someone else at Nora's place. Which wasnt a bad thing, she needed company, but what caught her attention was the broken lock on the door. Even from here she could see the door somewhat open, not able to close right and the lock hanging there like it had been ripped apart. Now THAT wasnt good.

Approaching the place quietly, she crouched down by the door and listened inside to see if there was anything going on. She didnt want to just barge in. And no human could take out a door lock like that. Just by smelling the doorstep she smelt another werewolf. Another werewolf? Rising to her feet, she slowly pushed the door aside and peeked in. The place was dark, not a light on, but it didnt matter. She could see just fine. Walking in, she kept her footsteps light and careful. Who ever had broken in, was still here. The scent was to strong and fresh for them to be gone.

Her guess was that they had been here for about fifteen minutes now. Not long in reality but enough time to do some damage. But nothing looked out of place or touched. Everything seemed the way it always was. Where ever Nora had put things, it still remained in that same spot. Ali still recalled how the place looked and so it was a good sign that nothing had been touched or removed. And now that she paid attention she looked towards Nora's room and noticed a light on.

Heading towards the room, she prepared herself for what might happen. Her hand paused on the handle but then turned the door and opened it, peeking in. She first spotted the wolf on the bed. It was kinda hard not to. He was huge! But then she saw Nora. And even though she looked peaceful in sleep, she could tell something was wrong. She could still smell the salty tang of the tears she must have been crying. Her gaze went back to the wolf and she brought her hands up in a sign that she was harmless. "Easy. I know her. She is one of my best friends." She told him and then slowly made her way to the other side of the bed that the wolf wasnt on.

Sitting down on the edge she looked over at Inora and shook her head. "What happened to her? If you do know...Please tell me..." She said without taking her gaze away from Inora.


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[DOMINIC THEOS]

Ali Ambrose was a vampire. In most cases this would cause some sort of impudent, biting remark that was undeniably racist. But from Dominic there would be no droplet of such disdain. They were two strains of the same problem – a fluctuation in the natural human. Humans were not perfect, but neither were they. He did not consider vampires or werewolves any improvement to the human condition. They weren’t God and therefore nowhere near perfection. They were so flawed they could not even make a good assumption of what “perfection” was. The vague scent of a cold blooded creature, dead and pallid with that condition, reached the lupine’s already quivering nostrils.

The fibers were carefully deciphered by the individual’s nares. He was motionless, waiting for the intruder to make herself visible or attack. Whichever came first. Within him there was will to fight and defend, despite the odds being in the immortal’s favor. It wasn’t so much that he was hung up on winning but the effort. Footsteps were easily detected despite the care that was put into them. Sorry madam. Big wolf, big ears. As she paused he had to work to remain dormant on his perch, pupils narrowing with concentration while his inner self snarled in preparation.

Of course the logical Nic knew that this was just a fashioning of his mind – making this scenario much more intense than it truly was. As she finally entered, his somewhat skeptical but chronically placid gaze ticked over her in a silent sweep for hidden weapons or things that were off. Even her stance was taken into account. It stated nothing which was a bit frustrated for the wolf. Still he paid attention to her palms as they came up, his features pristine at her statement in an almost lazy expression.

As she progressed, making her way around the bed, his gaze followed her, his head eventually rising and turning to stare at her over Inora’s sleeping form. At her words Dominic internally laughed – as if he could speak a language she could understand at present. What was the wolf word for rape? Probably the same as the wolf word for cow. With a quiet snort, he slid off the bed and vanished out the portal she had entered from. Padding back towards the living room and couch after consulting his memory for directions, he took his clothing in his jowls and proceeded out of view – into one of the adjacent hallways before morphing.

It took him seconds to pull on his clothing and when he had made himself decent he returned. His stealth had not lessoned in human form, it had come from years of practice – even as a human, before the change, he had hated the idea of sounding like an elephant as he moved around. Entering the bedroom, he slipped in and leant himself against the wall facing Inora and Ali. He was at a safe distance – already presuming that if Inora should wake she would be alarmed if he was in close proximity. Watching Inora’s supposed best friend, his gaze was critical and calculating, dark eyes filled with the frown that coated his features and tugged at his lips.

It was difficult to decide whether or not Inora would want him to disclose such information to this vampire. He did not know the consequences for her. It was with that thought, the thought of the repercussions, that he refused to divulge. ”I was visiting California, came to a night club and she was singing. She ended up running out in tears, and I followed, mostly out of curiosity. She hyperventilated and passed out. I used the information in her wallet to bring her home.” It was a vague summation of what had occurred but it sufficed in his opinion. Inora could say what she pleased when she was conscious once again.




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[Inora Theos]

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The first thought that comes into ones mind when waking up from passing out, at least when the cause is hyperventilation, is 'ow, my head hurts'. Then one can actually start to take notice of what's going on around you, who you are, what happened...things like that.

Inora's first thought was of course, 'ow my head hurts'. Then she began to register that she heard two voices. These voices traveled incredibly slowly through the pain to reach the center of her brain that interprets such things. So it took her a little time to realize that one of the voices was Ali's, and the other was the voice of the man in the alley.

She wanted to scream and run away from him, but her body refused to move. She couldn't even open her eyes. So she was forced to sit there and listen, while her breathing picked back up to normal waking time and her friend interrogated the strange man.

Strange man who had obviously brought her to her home, rather than leave her passed out in an alley.

Only now did it begin to register in her mind that he was the wolf, stupid yes but she had been in a trance of fear. Now he was the only one who knew about her rape. Suddenly another thought crossed her mind 'oh shit, someone knows about the rape. Sevanni's gonna have me killed'.

No doubt Ali would demand to know what had happened, and Inora had never been able to lie to Ali. She'd never even been able to attempt to lie to Ali. If Ali asked her where she'd been the last few days, why she hadn't gotten in touch, why she was so damnably scared of all things male. God don't let Ali look at her wrists, which were still bruised with large male fingerprints. Inora would never be able to not tell her, and then Ali would go after him...and then he would come after Inora.

That couldn't happen, she'd never live through that. There were somethings that Inora could handle, but the rape had nearly killed her. Seeing someone coming after her for telling of that incident, it would only serve as a reminder.

The pain of Sevanni's punishment and the pain of remembering combined would kill her. She was sure of it.

Ali and the strange man had stopped talking, he'd answered her question about as vaguely as possible and Inora sighed softly, stirring. She didn't want to wake up while Ali was still here, but her body was telling her it was time.

The sheets shifted as she sat up, clutching her head in agony while scooting as far away from the man and as close to Ali as she could without falling to the floor.

"Ali?" She asked, her voice no more than a mere whisper. It was so good to have her friend here, though Inora couldn't muster up the same amount of fear and misplaced anger at the man as she had before. He had helped her, taken no advantages from the fact that she had lain before him unconscious. He hadn't revealed her secrets to Ali and he was still here, obviously making sure that she was okay.

So maybe she'd been a little wrong, maybe all men weren't worthless dogs who would turn on a woman at a moments notice. Maybe all men wouldn't take advantage if they could. She'd have to thank him.

A small sliver of Inora's old self emerged from the darkness and she actually managed a smile in the man's direction before she looked at Ali again.

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[Ali Ambrose]

Okay so asking the werewolf what had happened to her while he was still in wolf form was a bit stupid on her part. But she couldnt help it. She was so worried about her and she just wanted to know what happened. Some part of her told her that he might not tell her anyway. He didnt know her and she didnt know him. The only connection she had with the wolf on the bed was Inora. And she was out for the count at the current point in time. There really was nothing she could do about that.

But her gaze drifted to him slightly as he got up and left the room. She assumed he was either leaving or changing. And seeing as she didnt hear the front door open and she could still hear his very soft pads on the floor, he must be changing back. Sure enough, a few minutes later she heard the ruffle of clothing and the soft foot falls of a human being. Boy was he a quiet one. She could barely hear him even with her vampire hearing. He reentered the room and leaned against the wall farthest away from them. That was odd, and made her wonder what was going on. But she didnt question it and she looked at him as he started to explain what had happened.

After his explanation she sighed gently and then closed her eyes. She had a very bad feeling that he was leaving something out. But she respected him for that. He was protecting Inora. Just like Ali would have done if she had been in his place. "Thank you for bringing her home." She told him and opened her eyes once more to give him a gentle nod of thanks. She would have said more but she noticed that Inora was stirring and so her attention snapped back to her best friend once again.

Inora's voice was soft and barely above a whisper, but she smiled gently back at her and touched her cheek lovingly. "Hey sweety." She said and chuckled softly. She figured her head probably hurt and that was why she was clutching her head. But she also noticed the bruises on her wrists. Her gaze lingered there for only a minute and then went back to her friend. She would ask what had happened, but if Nora didnt want to tell her that was fine as well. It was Nora's business and she would tell her when she was ready.

She shifted her weight slightly, moving so she was sitting next to Nora and she pulled her into a gentle hug, stroking her blonde curls softly. "Nora love....What happened?" She asked her, and turned her head to look Nora in the eyes. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with worry and confusion for her friend. She really hoped that she was all right. It was a good thing she came to visit when she did. She had been worried sick about her and this only made the worry worse. And another thought came to mind, why had no one else of their group come to check on her?

Things were falling apart a bit at the seams, but she wasnt going to allow that to happen. Nora and herself were the gentle ones while Nix and Rose were the wild and out of control girls. Ali could relate to Nora more then the others. But it was still odd. She hadnt heard from the other two girls either. That problem could be worked out later though. Right now her concern was for Nora.


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Notes: Im soooooo sorry it took so long.

[DOMINIC THEOS]

When Dominic Theos had been changed into a werewolf it had been a shock. He was incapacitated and when he did come to every sound and smell was potent, so much so that it proved unpleasant. And now? Now his senses had not dulled in the slightest. This delicate situation was a perfect example as to why werewolves were granted such things – they were much less frivolous when put to use. This use was more and more obvious as the scenario played out. Just as he thought things were about to get a little boring, the unconscious woman began to stir.

Whereas his gaze had been fixated on the vampire, it now turned to the victim – far more interested in the weak one than the curious one. Not to seem insensitive, but Ali as he would later be informed, could wait for answer. It was his true want not to seem overly intense as his stare honed on her every move, listening to the rustle of the slim sheets as she slowly righted herself. The fear that registered in her features and in her actions was not surprising and so his tender heart did not quite wrench away as it had before. Mostly because he was quite sure he had done nothing to do with the ridiculous amount of horror that was registering in her.

As a name manifested itself, Ali, his gaze twitched to the vampire in a regarding way, associating it with her now in his memory. That face was Ali. He did not move as the blonde huddled against the vampire, neither did he move as it seemed the immortal would receive a gold star for coming to save the female werewolf from the big bad wolf in the corner. A brow ascended at the thought of him as someone posing a threat. Nothing was further from the truth.

In any case, Nic was not missing anything happening in this particular scene. Nothing that Ali or Inora did was escaping his attention. And then that smile. It was brief, bittersweet and meager at best. He couldn’t stop his own soft smile in response, pleased at the recognition despite the fact that she was no longer looking at him. That hardly mattered, not at all in fact. Ali had thanked him for bringing Inora home safely, to which he only nodded in response. He then was left to observe their interactions, something of a spectator now.

Again, it could not bother Dominic. He was pristinely left to his own devices as he often was in his somewhat antisocial life. He was accustomed to watching without being asked to speak or contribute to daily life. Often times there was nothing to say anyway, even if there was he was disinclined to state the obvious. That grated on his nerves and made him feel something like a trained parrot. He would stand here, waiting for dismissal or otherwise but not leave until he was certain beyond a doubt that Inora, or “Nora” as Ali had termed her, would be taken care of.

Shockingly he would leave without payment or even feeling good about leaving should she so wish. But that smile seemed to state otherwise. It was far more appealing than the worried frowns he had been receiving since they had encountered each other. He was somewhat curious as to what lie Inora planned on feeding Ali concerning what would happen. Somehow he doubted the truth was on the menu at this point which was okay – vampires weren’t big on truth, they preferred blood as far as he knew. Not that he held that against them really. It was their diet to survive. What happened to them after someone cut off their head? That was between them and God.

His business was the living. And that meant Inora at this point. She was alive, as bad a shape as she was in, she was still alive and capable of speaking it seemed, which was always a good sign. Nic told himself not to worry about the blonde who was weak and frightened and laying in someone else’s arms. But sometimes we don’t get what we want, and Dominic went on worrying.


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