THAT DAY NEVER COMES - SAM Nov 4, 2010 0:46:13 GMT 10
Post by Paul Huron on Nov 4, 2010 0:46:13 GMT 10
Seeing Rachel had hardly improved his mood. Explaining the dangers her brother was willingly putting them all in had been easy enough. She had been quick to agree that a creature like Talsa was too powerful to simply have wandering around. Hell, all of their kind were dangerous at first; ticking time bombs, easily set off at the slightest provocation. But adding the vampire element to things made the situation that much more dire. Which was why Paul had offered her the most viable solution; he wasn’t going to leave her side, not with that thing roaming around. It only made since that she come and live with him; where he could watch her and better ensure her safety. He should have expected the push back, her resistance; after all it was the only thing she had to bargain with. Living together, or so she had said, was for people who were married, or getting married, taking steps toward their future. AKA, as long as he wouldn’t agree to walking down the isle, she wouldn’t be relocating to his place.
For years now Rachel had made it no secret that she wanted marriage. And now, ten years later, that desire had grown even stronger. She wanted a family, to settle down and while Paul knew for certain that she was the only one he would ever want, the thought of marriage or god forbid, children, still unnerved him. So naturally when the conversation had segued into that all too familiar territory, he had done all he could to get out. Alone in the woods again, he wrapped his shorts around his leg and willed on the shift. He wouldn’t venture too far from the Black’s Cabin. He needed to make sure Rachel was safe and that meant running all night if he had to. He could hear the distant voices of those who were on patrol, but one had been steadily moving closer to him since he’d shifted. “Not tonight, Sam,” he growled mentally, “I’m not in the mood.”