#p:william

Autumn had definitely kicked in now. It was darker much much earlier which made her be stood in the dark for much longer too. The bitter wind was starting to hit as Ella stood outside the school gates waiting for William. It had been the best place for them to train... at least it felt better. Away from prying eyes. It made her self conscious which is the last thing she wanted when she was trying to be confident and strong. Ella wrapped her arms around herself to pull her hoodie tighter. But the training had made her feel better about her situation. She felt stronger - physically and mentally. She felt more capable of protecting herself. Even her arm felt stronger, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. However, this didn’t stop her taking a painkiller before coming. The last thing she wanted was to make it worse again. Ella leaned against the gate and pulled out her phone, checking how long he said he would be.

After the earthquake, Ella found herself with the doors barricaded on the building. Looking for a way out, she had been shouting help for what felt like hours until a man seemed to just appear out of nowhere. “How did you get in here? How do we get out?” She spoke in a hurried voice, looking around herself and back to the man. He didn’t speak but as his lips curled in to a smirk and his eyes flashed black, her own eyes wided. Being quick to think, she pulled the knife from her pocket and pulled it out - swinging it at the demon to only catch a small graze on their stomach which healed quickly.

In a quick flash, the demon appeared behind her, pulling the knife from her hand and in to her arm. “Stupid little girl.” He hissed in to her ear. Her heels kicked back in to his leg. “Get off of me!” She yelled, fighting back as much as she could against his grip. A taunting laugh sounded from behind her. “Now then, what do I cut next?” He held her against the wall by her throat. Her fingers clawed at his face as she still tried to fight.

Tate's hair was still wet from the shower when the request came through. William's room, immediately. Immediately. Now that was a word that struck him down every time. He wasn't sure whether this was intentional or not--he hadn't thought William capable of it to be honest--but he could already feel his skin going hot as he slipped into his sandals. Others might've found it troublesome, having prepared themselves for the night only to have it all dashed out the window.

But for Tate there was almost nothing more erotic than being taken by surprise; being woken up out of sleep by an already-feverish lover or showing up late to scheduled appointments because you got caught up in the car. When the order came in, it was difficult not to just rush out of his room in nothing but that thin little towel. Manners, Tate. Manners.

His mind buzzed during the walk from Vista to Quay. He replayed their last conversation over and over in his mind and trying to predict what kind of environment he was going to be walking blindly into. Maybe William would be half-cocked from the get-go. Bare and ready to go, calling on Tate to finish off what he was unable to do himself. Maybe he'd demand to be tied, or bound or gagged or just fucked, against a wall, a window, a table. Would his suite smell like crisp sheets and aftershave or leather and sweat, the dream stage for some errant BDSM fantasy?

Once he reached his destination, Tate cleared himself with the staff and headed up to the room number he'd been provided, outwardly calm save for the beginnings of a raging hard-on clinging uncomfortably to his thigh as he walked. His knees buckled when he reached the room and knocked, breath hitching--here it comes. Fuck.

When Emille read over the details of the job, there had been a moments hesitation. He should have known by that. Except that he needed to get out. He was getting stir crazy and needed something to do. It was a simple job, though it did involve getting  up close and personal. However, it was welcome. Sitting around as another of Abram's lap dogs... was not on his agenda. And while Abram wasn't around to dictate, no one held his leash. 

It was a bit of a drive, one that was more than welcome as it was quite late at night and with no one else on the road other than the occasional tourist it was peaceful. Gone was the usual jacket and button down shirt, having gone with something simpler with a comfortable henley and a light jacket thrown over that, paired with a well fit pair of jeans. 

He drove for close to two hours before pulling off, still a few miles from his destination but he'd walk the rest of the way. Most would see Emille and just thing some simple tourist or local, unaware that even in something as simple as  this he was carrying a number of weapons. He wasn't like most wolves that swore by claws or somehow saw human weapons as inferior. Because really, nothing could kill quite so satisfying as a sniper round between the eyes from half a mile away. Claws... never gave the distance that was sometimes wanted. Some said they shouldn't use them as humans had created them. In Emille's mind, it was using their own weapons against them, far far more an insult. Plus. A sniper round could kill a wolf, or put them out of commission for quite some time.

The beta cut through the forest, pausing at a clearing, his eyes flashing golden for a moment before moving to the edge to cross over at the light jog.  To be honest... he never really saw it coming. 

Daphne had woken up before sunrise like she did most mornings. She enjoyed the early mornings, the silent walk to the kitchen to get things cooking before the rest of the workers arrived. Breakfast was a welcome rush as she pushed to get the food out to the other members of the outpost. As the rush began to slow down, Daphne instructed the clean up of the kitchen and the dining area as she went to work on preparing lunch.

Feeling restless and frustrated, Lexi decided it was the time for her regular swim. Getting out of her seat, she exited her room, empty handed and only wearing a simple shirt and skirt. It was already three in the afternoon and the heat was wearing her out. Pushing the main doors open, she squinted her eyes as the sun shined brightly and the dry wind blowing towards her. Letting the doors shut behind her, she walked to her favorite cliff which peers over the ocean. The cliff was the best spot to take a dive, with no rocks underneath and the water is deep enough so that there wouldn't be any injury. Reaching there, the smell of the ocean breeze hits her and smiling at it, she looked around.