BRING ME THE BANANAS!!!!!

   Well my little honeys! I haven't been doing too much in the last few days because after reading "Breaking Dawn" I have decided to try and write a novel. I am very good with fantasy when it isn't a fanfic and I really do love to write. So the days that you don't hear from me for a while is because I will be writing that. Before the movie comes out in December I want to have it mailed out to a publisher.

     Read. Comment. Buzz if you like it. I really think there's a future for me in writing if I try hard. =)

FLASHBACK........

Caroline was broken. For days there was no getting out of bed at all. The doctor had seen her many times and explained that she was just depressed and that getting a job was a good idea for recovery.

"So what can you do," Jess asked looking intently at her face.

Caroline couldn't answer. The only thing she could hear was what that man had said as he searched under her clothing.

"Come on honey. We'll never get you better if you are only ever in bed," she smiled, the food she'd cooked was letting an amazing aroma into the house.

"I don't want to do anything! I just wish he'd have killed me," Caroline sobbed. "There is no point in survival anyway! Poison me. I beg you."

Jessica rolled her eyes and sat down next to her on the chairs by the window. Caroline had changed out of her dress and was in undergarments, not seeing a point in dressing for another day.

"Jess? Are you in there," a male voice called out from outside the door. "I wanted to speak with Ms. Caroline."

She let him in and let him take the seat next to Caroline that she had once occupied. Her green eyes wet with tears and covered in the black circles of lack of sleep.

"I'm Pontous. My father Conner, owns the barber shop. He wanted me to come and ask you if you'd oblige in assisting him," the man smiled. "Just sweeping and cleaning up after the customers."

End Flashback

Boyd craddled Caroline even tighter than he had in the store, thinking with all his might about what exactly might be the connection between the bank and the killer. There was no member of the bank staff at home and even there house was empty and vacant.

She lay sleeping with a stained pillow from tears and failed eye makeup. He was helpless to her pain but that would be different if he could just find the connection. Not only was her weak figure laid out on the bed but her tears and makeup now stained his pillow case and every little fragment of his concious mind.

"Stop staring at me," she laughed, her smile, dim as it was lit the room and filled it with a warmth that was thought to me dead. "You worry me when your eyes dweel for so long on me."

He smiled and yet after that reminder he couldn't let his gaze wonder to any other spot in the room. "Marry me tonight! We shall wed and leave this town to the wolves."

"Don't be too hasty to announce that," she sighed, her arms pulling her small figure into a sitting position. "There've been multiple wolf attacks trough the city. It's horrible. So grusome."

"What," Boyd asked, his eyes grew wide with curiousity. "What did the corpses look like?"

"Well, just torn up, you couldn't even recognize the faces," she cringed. "It was so dark. The teeth must have been razor sharp! They were so tortured. And each of them had been robbed. They'd all been my customers and none of them had any evidence of the piece of paper I give all people who visit."

"What does that paper say on it," he asked. All the clues finally clumping together.

Caroline stretched and got up. Her top drawer of her dresser opened with a creek and a thud. Out of it she pulled a fragment of parchment. It was yellowed at the ends and inscripted with brilliant red writing. Her shaky little hand passed it over the bed to him. Lighting a candle beside her bed she seated herself next to him and read aloud, the paper that held the answer and the key to finding the theif of so many lives.

"You said you can't spell didn't you," Boyd asked, pointing at the words. "Who writes these out for you?"

    Caroline and Boyd walked into the crime scene together that morning and every eye in the place met them as they entered. Jessica and Martin were sitting on the stairs kissing passionately. Nobody was watchin them, it seemed as though they'd been doing this since everyone had arrived and they were now used to the occassional moan in the corner. Martin should really be told to keep it down.

     "You called for me young man," a very frail older gentleman asked stepping out from behind Davis and walking over to Boyd and Caroline.

        Conner Paris was a very elderly man. His hair was terribly thin and his eyes were blue as saphire. He was hunched over very low and could hardly even hold up his own head. The most delicate of states, he came and stood beside Caroline and she hugged him tightly.

     "I missed you my girl," he smiled patting her behind.

   "Thanks daddy. Boyd, this is Mr. Conner Paris. He is our barber and my family," she smiled.

        The two shook hands and began a interogation.

    "Oh I saw the killer alright," Conner huffed. "He was the same son of a bugger that raped my baby."

        "Daddy, don't say that so loud," she hissed. "If he hears you you could be next."

    "Pumpkin, I lived my life," he laughed. "And besides, catching him means you're safe. You can run away with your new toy."

    Caroline turned a bright shade of red and giggled sweetly. Boyd was wrapped around her arm like a rope and cuddled her body close to his. Even the blind old man could imagine what the two of them had been playing last night.

    "Daddy. That isn't funny. I can't lose you," she sighed, touching the old man's face. His aged face that hid no emotion from the naked eye. He was just tired. So very tired and ready to go.

**********

     "So you say that old man is like your father," Boyd asked. He and Caroline lay in bed just staring into eachother's eyes, with not a care in the world.

    "My dad was killed when I was four. He was my best friend. My mother shortly after became an alcoholic and to this day lives in the city with her new husband and their baby. She still chugs alcohol like always," Caroline sighed. "Conner took me in when my mom started having her problems and has been there ever since."

     "That's cool Caro......," he was cut off by the loudest bang any person in the town had ever heard. Like a cannon in the ear of every citizen within a block.

     A look of horror flew over Caroline's face as she realized what was a possible cause...Conner. There weren't many other places the roar could have come from, she lived on the outskirts of town and that was the eonl building for a mile at least.

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     Caroline raced towards the barber shop in her bare feet. Corset providing as little warmth as her slip.

        The crowd that was around the entrance to the barber shop reluctantly let her pass and in the blink of an eye, her biggest fear and worst nightmare was realized.

      Conner was less than whole, less than human. He lay there in the same position that Pontous had been in. Crumpled on the floor with multiple razor marks through and through his frail form. The loud bang had obviously come from the back room where the entire wall had been torn off like a post it.

   Caroline turned for something to run to and ran head on into Boyd's chest. Her sobs silencing every mutter that had filled the room. Every eye on her quivering, sorrowed body. Boyd had no clue how to comfort someone like this. Her pain overwhelming him and making him incapable of being of any worth in the compassion department.

"They have a lead this time," Martin sigh, walking in and pulling Caroline's face up to look into his eyes. "The razors, they were covered in glue. The kind of glue you might use on a window sticker. For a shop maybe?"

"Only one shop has a sticker on their window...," Caroline froze in her thought and looked down the street. "The banker. He has stickers on his window. But no one has been in in days! They're on holiday in London."

Okay. This is...FINALLY the last chapter. =) I am very excited to start posting the newest story tomorrow! TO DEBUT THE TITLE!!! It will be called "She'd Wanna Kiss You All The Time." Jess is the second lead female in this story and it should be a very exciting story =)

I'm rereading the Twilight series and catching up on schoolwork but as always I will comment back to ALL your comments. If the chapter is a little hard to understand I do apologize. I will explain in comments if you tell me you don't understand.

Jay came in behind Bob and held onto his shoulders. Her figure had definately grown and her body was very well suited for her new curves. She smiled at the look of pure innocence on Terry's eyes. She lay there in Bob's arms and played with her mother's flowing hair.

Terry hadn't died completely. Jay still missed him always but in death he'd left her with child and she knew that he must have known that it had happened. Wolfy senses you know?

Their daughter, Theresa, was five now. Her little mind a flutter with the strange customs she'd grown up with. Pocessing her dad's genes. Long thick hair, and a tendancy to bark at strangers.

She was falling into sleep now and Bob lay her back into her bed, the pillow her father had used his whole life served as hers now.

"Who says you can't have a happily ever after even in heartbreak," Bob whispered, laughing and then leaving the room.

Jay's seat next the bed was open so she took it greatfully. The room was full of spectators, cooing at the appearance of the girl they all knew could be a looker when she wanted to.

Once Terry was asleep Jay walked to the other side of the room and pulled her set of crying twins out of their crib. One at a time. Davin, her son, needing to be changed, Gala, her daughter, needing to be fed.

Once her three children were fast asleep and the room was vacant Jay wandered back into her own room and lay down. The sleeping body next to her rolled over to cradle her and kiss her neck.

"I can't believe we did it," she moaned.

"It's been five amazing years without him," her lover sighed against her ears.

"It was so easy to dispose of the extra wolf," Jay laughed.

"I never thought it would be this way. I figured that after he died you'd simply want your money and then leave me here," he smiled.

"Why would I do that," she grinned. "You're my ally and my soulmate."

"We conquered him. It was great," he cackled. "I wish you could have seen the splash of his blood!"

"You know that blood turns my wolf side on," she growled, hot and sensually low in her throat.

He then proceeded down her dress with his kisses and in an instant her garments were gone. He was changing tonight, she knew this. His blood lust would be stronger but she saw no reason not to allow him his fun. Her body became his for the taking and that's exactly what happened.

They'd gotten very used to this process. She would serve as his alpha female. Caring for his offspring and pleasuring him when he asked.

"I love you Jay," he muttered from somewhere beneath her thighs.

"I love you too Jobe," she groaned in raw feelings. Her thoughts never on him. Her eyes simply glowed red as she smiled.

Jay ignored the voice in her head and looked out at the five long multi colored dragons before her. The one right behind the purple one was aqua blue and obviously female. Her tail was serving as a cushion for a salmon pink one behind her, he was apparently injured in some way and unable to pull his pillar, so the aqua colored lizard was pulling for them both. There were twins just behind the pink reptile. Both the color of gold.

Once the pillars were propped up on the erect dungeon doors each creature that had already been released began tugging with all their might to untangle the dragons.

"What do you think you're doing?," Jobe cracked from behind them. His voice ringing in their ears like a siren.

He was at least a hundred yards away so they kept tugging and tugging. Four dragons were free and the aqua colored one was assisting in untangling the pink one from his pillar, but he wouldn't budge. Jobe was fourteen yards away now.

"We can't save him," Terry screamed. "Jay, we have to leave him!"

"I'm not leaving him," Jay called back, her hands still tugging the giant beast.

Terry saw what had to be done. If the pillar was broken the dragon would be released, but the weight would crush Jay, Bob, and the aqua reptile.

Through time, many have said that there is no greater love than to give up your life for someone else's. Terry was greatly debating this. Jay was the love he'd been seeking for all eternity. Living without her would be harder than the knowledge that she was living on without him.

In an act of pure unsselfishness Terry flung himself at the pillar, knocking it onto his shoulders and holding it there.

"Jay.......go," he gasped. Even for a wolf this was a million times more weight than his body could take.

"No! Why did you do that," she cried. His last memory of her would be those teary cheeks, so pink, so full.

"Just go. Please," he begged.

Jay ran to his side and kissed him for the last time. Her lips pressed against his in anguish. Hatred filled her. He'd done something so stupid. And what was the outcome? Nothing.

Jobe was almost down the hall now and she knew that his sacrifice couldn't be in vain. Blinded by tears she guided the group down the hall and into the rainy night. The waterworks were concealed now, by drops of blood red rain. The moon shown high above her and the cold air swirled through her plain and matted hair.

In the deep depths of the night there was a crash, the sound of marble on marble and a crack of thunder in an instant. Jay fell to her knees in the clearing that they had reached and covered her eyes with her hands. He was truly gone now.....there wouldn't be any forever with him.

5 Years Later

"Bob! Come here baby," Jay called from inside the bedroom.

A taller, more handsome version of her dead friend trotted in and sat next to her knee on the mattress. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she stared at the mirror in front of her on the opposite wall in her twelve bed mansion.

The creatures hadn't left her side and with the collection of money all of them had had this home was more than affordable. Her family had grown now, there were more beasts in need of a life and she was more than happy to trade in her old office job for a job at the zoo where she could learn to care for, feed, and house her friends.

"Bob, Terry wanted to see you," Jay laughed. Bob sighed and walked into the office next to Jay's bedroom.

"Terry! What did you need," Bob answered. His teenage stature was very handsome, even for his green complexion.

"Terry! We're in here," Jay shouted when she heard the familiar claws of his paws coming down the corridor.

"I'm coming baby," he called out. His voice was soothing for her to hear. Even now as it growled more than anything.

He followed the sound of her voice past several cells that carried howls and screams that grew in intensity as he went on. The path was longer than he'd thought it would be a he trekked it. Jade smelled of rose petals. She wasn't hard to find.

When he finally got to her cell he grasped her hands that she held out for him. The keys were nowhere to be found so he loosened the hinges of the door and slipped it off of its posts. Imediately Jay lept into his arms and craddled him, not even batting an eye at the fact that he was an animal.

"This is Bob. Bob is my very new young friend," she smiled and glanced over at the little boy.

"Hi Bob! I'm Terry," he waved a paw at Bob who looked at him with fear in his eyes. He'd been broken by his capturers, his creators. Poor boy hadn't even been out of that cell.

Terry could already see that look in her eyes. She was not, under any circumstance going to let her newly found friends live in this hell hole while she escaped.

"Yes," Terry laughed. "We're releasing them all too."

A loud cheer went through the dungeon as they released creatures of different shapes, sizes, and species. Smiles erupted through the place and with that there was tearing at the doors of creatures who were capable of releasing themselves. The only problem with releasing themselves was the process of getting out, it was the escape afterwards that was the danger. And there still were less of them then there were of the werewolves upstairs.

Terry and Jay led the pack up the stairs and straight into the face of a dragon. A huge purple dragon. It looked to be in intense agony and at this sight Jay gasped. Her hand was imediately to the scaled face of the creature before her. His eyes glowed like blue sapphire and her heart ached for him. He was not capable of letting go of the pillar without it falling in on him and with that knowledge he simply held it, waiting for death's dark shadow to pulse over him.

"Jay, we can't save them," Terry muttered.

"We can try," she shouted. Her arms were out of his reach before he coould snatch her up and her pace was even to quick and unpredictable for his wolf like form.

There was a way to get the dragons out safely, and who knows, large, sharp toothed reptiles who could fly weren't a bad investment. They just needed to get the doors from the cells they'd torn apart and prop them up against the broken pillars. Not as hard as it might have looked.

That's exactly what Terry had them do.

"Do you think it will end so easily," a voice laughed, clicking into full gear in the back of her head.

CRASH! Well, there went paradise with the slam of a cell door in the depths of the castle floors, the sturcture that made up the stone prison that held so many lives at ransom for sacrifice.

Jay opened her eyes only to find herself seated on a bed that she wouldn't wish upon even the lowest of person. She searched the mattress for signs of life, higher inteligence, or stains of fecal matter and pee. When she saw that there were none of any of the above she reseated herself only to be shot in the butt by a killer bed spring.

"I heard a yelp," a tiny voice sighed. "Is there finally someone there?"

"Yes, I'm here. My name is Jay. What is your name," she answered, searching for the source.

"I'm Bob. And look over here," he giggled. "I'm in the corner of the room."

"Why won't you come out honey," she asked.

"I'm not handsome. I'm basically awful to look at in general," he laughed.

"Let me see you," she murmured.

He crawled out from his corner and as his figure emerged so did her disgust. Not at him, never at such a young boy. At his creator. Frankenstien's monster? He was just a boy.

Bob's arms and legs were even of two different races. His torso didn't match any of his body and his head was from three different donors.

"Told ya," he shrugged. "And it isn't even my fault."

Without warning from her heart, her mind, she had flung her arms around his neck and hugged him. He actually didn't smell as bad as it looked. He basically smelled like he'd always been locked up in this hell hole.

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Terry followed close behind as the minotaur, trying his hardest to be quiet, slunk along the hallways and placed tiny capsules below each pillar. What the hell? The capsules were only about the size of a small chihuahua. Was this how they intended to bring the stone walls? By overdosing it with giant vitamins.

"Start the water," another minotaur, he guessed their leader, shouted over the heads of the many beasts that were laying out the multicolored pills.

Before it could be stopped water poured from the roof and onto the capsules. Immediately dragons, lizards of tremendous size began to emerge, to grow, to coil themselves around the pillars of the castle and began to tug.

"I'd give them an hour," the minotaur laughed, and together the groups stalked out of the way and Terry jumped out and ran for the dungeons.

An hour, an hour to find her and get all those creatures out. But would that honestly keep her safe?

"Go find the girl and keep an eye on her," he heard a minotaur grunt. "The plan will go out like we hope if it finds her."

What the hell was it? Like the killer clown? Or worse............

He couldn't get under her fast enough in this form, but to change into a wolf, for the first time in a year would risk his sanity. He did it. Just for her he changed and lept forward to cushion her fall and rescue her from this fate.

"Good job Terry," the minotaur laughed and kept walking.

The beast obviously had no clue what he had done to save her. Terry had forced himself into this form knowing there was no way back. He'd wind up just like his friend who only hours earlier had met his end. There was no coming back from the fur unless a sacrifice went through death to bring their soul back to life.

"She is your lifemate isn't she," a guard asked, slipping closer to the pair and wiping the blood from Jay's hair.

"Why do you say that sir," Terry smiled, looking over at the man with no blood lust in his eyes.

There was something lacking from his heart to be a true werewolf. He didn't have the mind to kill, he was not capable of such a sinister act. It took a certain characteristic to kill that he lacked and truly never wanted to aquire.

"I see it in your sacrifice. She will return the favor by choice," he man squeeked before he slunk off into the shadows behind the statues the lined the hallways.

She couldn't, he wouldn't. There was no future with him now and her past experiences were growing dim with her present state and the profuse bleeding from her head. This was a hopeless cause. She would not do this and he would prevent it at all costs, even if that cost was his own life.

"We're here. I'll give the lovers a minute to whisper sweet nothings and give farewells," he minotaur snorted and then he departed from the room.

How was he to speak to her when she was in the same mental state of a noodle? Terry was losing any hope that he could get them out of there and then he heard it.

"We'll bring down the tower," the minotaur's booming voice attempted to whisper. "We'll give her some smelling salt to wake her ass up and then we'll push the pillars down. Her and her wolf will have to get out on their own. She won't leave the other prisoners so she'll stick around and he'll be the only survivor."

"You said you were a werewolf, not a bull thingy," she coughed, finally awakening and grabbing his furry arm.

This was far too much like Beauty and the Beast. The only difference was that Belle definately couldn't pull off the bloody hair look and that death like state as well as Jay had held it. Her fingers weren't afraid to explore up his arm to his shoulder, to pull his face down to hers and rub her nose against. Her warm embrace was like the best most seductive bar of chocolate you've ever tasted, but far better.

"Baby, that wasn't me. I swear," he defended while his paw stroked her cheek.

"I know Terry. It's called sarcasm. Learn it well my friend," she smiled.

"Friend? Why not more," he asked, tilting his head to the left to demonstrate his confusion to her words.

"We are more. You're my lover and that is all I can give for right now," she answered sternly. "Well, that's all I can give while we're trapped by Bevus and Butthead."

"HEY! Terry. We'll be taking her now. Thanks for her wake up call," the minotaur cackled, she didn't protest as he pulled her to her feet and led her out of the room.

He couldn't stop this. She couldn't stop this. Fate was fate and now love, true honest to goodness love was passing them both by on a jet plane that was destined to crash in paradise.

The slap made a sound that you'd think went out for miles. He knew it was worth it to get her out of there but Terry felt a seer in his flesh as the werewolf's claws cleared his cheek.

"You let her go for what?," the werewolf questioned. "Love? HAH! I say you let her go because she was a good piece of ass for you to sink your teeth into."

"Jade isn't a piece of ass! And she doesn't deserve to be the sacrifice," Terry groaned under the pain in his face.

"NO!!! Then who does," his accuser shouted, strikiong him again. "Do we deserve this? This life? No! Just like no one deserves to die for us. But I can't let myself live this way."

"You don't think I want a real life? Are you saying you're the only one to suffer this fate," Terry yelled in return. "No! I find a girl I want a life with and she just happens to be the girl that is to die for me."

"I already lost my wife and family to this," the wolf sighed, slumping himself into a chair by the fire in his room and gazing into it. "They were the first I killed. Can you imagine that? My first night as a werewolf. Making love to my wife and waking up the next morning to see I'd torn her throat out, and our daughter's as well."

"I'm so sor.....," he was cut off.

"I wanted a witness when I did this. To show there is a way out," the werewolf said. He pulled a gun out of the pocket attached to his chair. "Good bye Terry. Make a choice, make it good, don't let her do it."

With that he pulled the trigger and fell into a slump on the floor. Silver bullets were leathal but a good old steal bullet shot through a holy water bottle into your head was just as good. Terry couldn't take that way out, but he could find Jade and lead her away from this mess. Lead her away before tonight when the sacrifice was expected.

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"I know you're nursing off a hangover. But a guy called. He introduced himself and brought me documents saying you quit your job. I'm sorry to hear that but I know you know my cell number so you'll call me when you want to party! Love you," the only message on her phone.

She hadn't sent anyone to file for her to quit her job but she wasn't going to protest either. It had been the thorn in her side for the longest time and she was glad to be rid of it.

LOUD KNOCKING!!! The loudest thud she'd heard in her life, and then panting outside her door.

"Jay, open up. Tonight's the night they want to sacrifice you," Terry's familiar voice sang out. "I'm getting you out of here."

Her heart lept as if there were a kick and she flew off the couch to open the door and let him in. The door came open with ehr first tug and a beast, built like a minotaur stood before her.

"You aren't Terry," she gasped.

"Of course not. But you are coming with me my sacrificial little friend," he laughed in a natural and deep voice, clubbing her in the head with his hoof like fist.

**********

Terry wasn't able to free himself from the bindings on the chair until about ten that night. Oh the bonuses of regeneration. He cut off each of his hands and feet and then waited for a half hour or so while they grew back out of his bone.

"WE HAVE HER JOBE (pronounced Joe-b)," the recognizable voice of a large creature shouted.

Terry poked his head through the door to see them dragging Jay's body through the halls, a thin tiny trail of crimson blood followed her head's path.

"Did you kill her," he screamed pushing the door open and running to her.

"Not yet I didn't," the minotaur laughed.

"No way will she be willing to die for me," he stuttered.

"She doesn't have to say it. As long as she feels it it will work," the minotaur smirked, scooping her up and clutching her body lazily, like he didn't care how bruised and broken her body became.

"Let me carry her," Terry begged. He couldn't let her be more hurt. She was too precious, and her hands held his heart, his love, his all.

"Very well," the minotaur smiled.

From his height and his stance on the stairs, about twelve feet in the air he threw her hard. Terry knew she'd be dead if she hit the marble floor. He couldn't get under her fast enough and..................

(Sorry it took so long. I tried as best I could to get on this weekend but I haven't hardly been home! You guys rock for putting up with me and my slowness. I love you all and I hope this is worth your while in the end! This coming week I hope to finish and start on the new story. It's not like what you were expecting so BE PREPARED for the best story yet.)

He'd led her to breakfast and then poured his heart out. His first true love who ended up being the woman who turned him into this monster. She discovered that he'd learned to control his urges to kill and was now very much into the raw red meat that the butcher would give him for free because it was no longer any good. She learned that his type of woman would accept this side of him and she found out that he indeed wanted three kids with a woman he could trust.

She was falling. How could she let this happen? He was her sheep in wolf's clothing. Terry was vulnerable to her now and he was waiting for her to tell him something to let him know that he wasn't the only naked one in this relationship. What could she say to him? She could say that she was scared to feel this way again. She could tell of the only guy to truly break her hear. Or she could tell him that for once since that boy she was letting herself fall this far this fast and as of now wasn't regretting it.

That's exactly what she said and when he leaned over and cupped her left cheek with his hand, pressing her mouth into his carefully she felt it all flow through them.

"I'm feeling it too," he moaned. "That's why I've got to come clean with you."
"What are you going to tell me," she smiled, gazing at those green eyes she'd lived for for the last hour or so as he poured his heart out for her.

"They're trying to kill you. They wanted to find a woman who would die willingly for a werewolf so I was supposed to romance you," he frowned. "I feel awful! There's a chance though. Leave now. It'll save you."

What the hell? She was so confused but in so many words he'd just told her that she was a dead woman walking. There was a pop pop in her chest from this feeling and the danger was terribly exciting.

"If I leave would you come with me," she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes and feeling him moving slowly under the table.

"Honey, I'm dangerous and I'm trouble. Don't get involved," he said sternly.

Should she take this as an insult? He had basically taken her that night and was now telling her to leave? Oh men were so confusing.

"I likle trouble and danger is fun," she smiled. "You have no reason not to come with me. It's between you and your pride."

"Don't say I'm proud. I know humility like you will never know," he grunted.

"Yeah and it shows," she laughed. '

"AND YOU'RE A STUCK UP WORKAHOLIC," he shouted.

"WELL YOU'RE A SMELLY OLD DOG," she screamed.

"Do you want me as bad as I want you right now," he whispered.

"Probably worse," she smiled.

"Prove it," he laughed.

She lept at him and kissed him hard on the mouth. Her lips were smothered in the orange juice she'd just been drinking and his mouth tasted of the cigarrete he'd puffed only five or so minutes before.

"I only smoke when I'm changing. That way I don't eat people," he snickered, kissing down her collar bone and back up her neck.

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His mind raced as his blood pumped fast. She was temptation in a chef salad. Jay was full, thick, not boney and gross like the women he'd been seducing for years. She had a head on her shoulders. Her mind was in the right place and her heart was strong and free willed. Looking up at her he could see why she'd been the sacrifice that they all wanted.

Bleeding Love by: Leona Lewis was his alarm on his clock. Oops. He forgot to shut that off. It was to remind him to smoke quickly before blood lust kicked in.

"Mmm, don't let the cold air in," she laughed, buried under covers and letting her little head poke out of the blankets.

"But when I get back in bed I'll warm all of you up," he giggled, not bothering to put his clothes on, he knew she'd remove them as soon as he was back.

This better not be love. He was in too deep to feel love for this woman. But he'd sealed the deal perminantly with what he'd done and frankly he didn't want to turn it around. Her mind was like incense, so sweet and warm. Her flesh was like a drug he couldn't quit. To describe being a part of her was impossible to him.

Love it was......but how?

Jay woke up that morning to find herself in his bedroom alone, the shower ran heavy in the room beside the bed. Terry must be soaking himself in the moistures of plumbing and cleaning up she guessed. Pulling on her camisole she decided it would serve as a good enough outfit and headed out into the mansion to explore and look for some food of some kind.

The house was full of people who, she could only hope were in costume, walking through the halls and basically scaring the living peacefulness out of her. The last woman she past was gorgeous except for the leopard prints on her face and the long tail hanging out of the back of her underwear.

Blending in really well with the half dressed women and the women clad in clothes that looked alot like costumes you'd find on the set of Michael Jackson's Thriller. It was all so weird

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"That would be my name yes," she smiled. "What can I do you for?"

"You are in grave danger. They intend to kill you tonight," he muttered into her ear.

"They what," she gasped. Her eyes wide with fear at this news.

"Eric! What do you think you are doing outside of the cave," the werewolf that only hours ago had conversed with Terry laughed coming up and pulling the other man back and forcing him back down the hall.

"Sir, he was just being polite," Jay smiled. This guy was probably involved in this murder plot. If there really was one.

"There is no man in this house who would be polite to a sex kitten like you," the man laughed, clutching at her bottom.

Since when was it okay to call a stranger a sex kitten? She didn't appreciate the name calling or the fact that this guy spoke to her at all. Though she was really enjoying her attention these days, the honor she was recieving.

Jay had watched her younger sister and brother find satisfaction in a lover, get married, her brother Noah (note the name if you've read the stories of before) had a wife, Emmy, a son and another baby on the way. Her younger sister was married and had four kids! Jay knew inside that she would sell her soul and rip her beating heart from her chest for a lick on that ice cream cone that is happiness.

Living alone, every night going home to a cat and a television set instead of two warm arms that want to hold her tight, that was not her idea of heaven. Her idea of heaven, of that peace you find in your perfect paradise was simple and yet she was yet to find it. A guy, a husband she preferred, who wanted a few kids. She had always wanted three. Someplace to live besides her condo where she could have a family in peace. Maybe she'd like to drop out of the credit card business and go into teaching or designing, try something new for a change.

"Jay!," she heard Terry calling up the hall. "Breakfast is this way."

He pulled her in a different direction and as soon as he'd pulled her out of sight he pushed her into the wall and kissed her, demandingly on the mouth. With a flash his hand had slid into the area of no return and she was feeling something besides excitement at this kind of fondling.

"You slept like a drunken ninja honey," he smiled, leaning up to whisper this to her right in front of her lips. "I guess you need a hangover breakfast

huh?"

"I'm starving," she laughed.

"Well I'm hungry like the wolf," he nodded. Sarcasm not included.

Jay was starting to seriously doubt that this was all a joke. He was so fierce that it really wasn't human. The fingernails on that wolf that had been fondling her behind were so sharp she was sure her ass was bleeding. Maybe he hadn't lied about any of it.

"What do have to eat," she asked.

"I know what I want but she doesn't seem in the mood for it," he smirked.

"Well, she actually is," Jay laughed.

"Don't fall for me woman. The feelings aren't returnable and I come with baggage and permenant pain for you," he frowned.

"I have baggage, we all do. What could possibly be as bad as what I've got," she answered.

"You really want me to tell you," he asked.

(This story is intense for me to write. It's basically me pouring out the war that is inside me in so many words. So if it gets too corny or mooshy for you in any way I apologize. Please enjoy this chapter. Comment and buzz. If you get a chance I recommend you go onto my page playlist and listen to this song on there. Slow Me Down by: Emmy Rossum. That is what gave me the big idea for this story.)

The foyer alone was of dangerous size. She had a big feeling that this was NOT a safe house but whatever, she now had Terry's hand up her loose blouse and his other hand working down his belt.

"Uhh....Terry," she laughed through her second wave of moans. "You sure you're up for this?"

"Oh yeah. This will be the best you've ever gotten," was his answer.

She didn't doubt that. It was like he knew EXACTLY what to do to her specifically. Like there was no way that he'd miss any detail inside her.

"Okay, let's head up to my room before this goes any farther babe," he laughed.

"Sounds good," she smiled. His hand never left her blouse.

His room was like the rooms you might find in a place like the castle of Vlad Tepes (V-lad Tep-ish) or Dracula as he is known mostly. There were multiple tapestries of the changing from man to wolf and then on the ceiling, oh what a scary ceiling. It was covered in the images of bats and in the middle was a black hole of sorts. Large orange and appearing to be swallowing the bats that flew overhead.

His bed was good. Canopied with red silk sheets, a lush, corny touch. He laughed when she raised an eyebrow at the arrangement.

"What? Never tried the silk sheets thing," he laughed. "Even when I'm alone it's nice."

"Don't even want to know," she laughed, tugging his tshirt collar into her and kissing him.

"Wow," he laughed. "A girl who can keep up with me."

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Had it crossed his mind at all what he was doing? No, not really. She was amazing though. Maybe his new job dhould be to empower beautiful women who didn't seem to know how amazing they were. Basically the definition of Jay. She was in the words of Usher "a lady in the street but a freak in the bed." That was how you'd put it.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me," he laughed snuggling up close to her and wrapping his arms around her giggling body.

"I hope so because for me it was damn amazing," she smiled, looking up to his face and in return recieving another kiss.

Her eyes batted, he'd worn her out and she was losing her battle with the sandman. He'd wait till she was fast and snoring before he slipped out from underneath her and headed for the professor.

Down the hall about 50 yards away a figure ran, wild and free, a wolf, much like Terry was chasing after him and leaping to a stop he stood on his two back legs and towered over the figure. He, Terry, knew this routine and to be honest thought it would get old.

"Is it done," the wolf hissed, his lungs heaving to regain himself.

"She'll stay. When the full moon is erect she will see and shinto it. e won't be able to leave this castle," Terry smirked. "She is ours for the keeping."

Truth be told Terry was never a fan of arranged marriage and he'd been growing fonder of of that girl with every glance. Jay was a sacrifice. There was a prophecy long fortold. When one person is willing to die selflessly for the sake of a wolf then the curse would end and the human DNA restored to them all.

They said the person had to die selflessly, they didn't say anything about tricking that person.

(Prince Caspian, see it. If you have seen it then SEE IT AGAIN! It was so good and may I add that Peter and Caspian were handsome as handsome can be. I spent the whole movie watching the contrast of Peter's light eyes to Caspian's dark ones. I loved it and it inspired alot for me. Enjoy a meal today, and savor each flavor. Comment and buzz, more soon I hope. I love you all my little honeys.)

"Jay, you need a nap, just tonight," Maggie yelled down the hallway. "Please, just go home early! Go to the bar for a beer or two and take a cab home. Just take a break."

Jay, as her collegues knew her was the world definintion of a workaholic. She was gorgeous of course, as most business women are. Her hair was thick and curly, she looked alot like Baby in Dirty Dancing and that was an ongoing joke in her family. The only difference really was that she never had the time to find herself a Patrick Swayze and learn to dance. There was always something more important than living and loving someone else.

The office she worked in was a credit card company called We Aim To Please. She was the vice president and therefore she had to hold down the fort, life was hectic and at thirty years old she was running out of chances. That biological clock called her ovaries were getting annoyed at lack of contact from someone else and the fact that no baby had graced that body.

"I'm ordering you, I'm the boss. Take a damn break or you're fired," Maggie stomped before she closed the door and headed towards her own office. "NOW!" And then her door was slammed.

Jay grunted and looked at the clock, nine o'clock at night was bad even for her but a drink didn't sound too bad so she grabbed her purse and headed for the bar. She hadn't been there in so long after all so it couldn't hurt. Maybe she'd run into Patrick and they could dance to some corny 80's song. Hungry Eyes was about the mood she was in, good beat, fun to shake it too, if she didn't need to oil the joints of her hips by now. It had been so long for alot things and shaking what her "mama gave her" hadn't been a recent priority.

There was a bar right across from her office and this must not be too bad of an idea because as soon as she walked in she was greeted by a hot hot sight. A blonde boy, rebelious and rugged sitting there gazing into her green eyes with his. Green eyes, her weakness and best turn on. She felt a drop in her tummy when he smiled at her with milk white teeth and some lips she could only think dirty thoughts of.

"The seat next to me isn't taken if you want to take a seat. I'll buy you a scotch," he smiled at her. "Or whatever a young lady like you likes to drink I guess."

"Okay then," she laughed. "Hi! I'm Jade but everyone calls me Jay."

"How cool. I'm Terry," he nodded holding out a hand for her to shake. "My name is Terrance but I gave up on anyone calling me that. Once with a nickname, always with a nickname."

His chin obviously hadn't been shaved in a day or two but she was too into this change of pace to care. One night stand? She thought yes. He looked like he'd take one too. He was in a construction working sort of outfit, but he wasn't dirty looking at all. She could change that. It had been so long after all since she'd practiced. Her hips, HAH! they thought THEY needed oiling, she knew there was worse, much worse. Counting on her fingers to ALMOST the day she could say it had been five years or so since she'd been properly "oiled."

"So where do you work at," she asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he smirked and took another sip of his frosted mug.

"Try me," she laughed. "I've listened to alot of crazy tales for lost credit cards."

"I work with a group of mythical and supposedly extinct creatures in a lab with a mad scientist named Frankenstein who really has created that monster," he nodded. "Did I mention I'm a werewolf?"

"No, you missed that part," she laughed.

"Tonight's a full moon, aren't you scared," he asked.

"Not one bit," she smirked.

"Then can we just go back to my place already," he asked tugging on her skirt with his rough fingers. "Told you....wolves can smell what you want and you wreak of that lusty stink."

"But of course," Jay smiled laying her hand far to close to his upper thigh. "If I smell that good."

"You smell devine. To die for," he grinned, darkly and ever so smoothly.

How was she being this easy??? She wasn't even in hangover mode yet. Hell, she hadn't even had one drink! Hah! This was another way to dispose of that nasty stress though. It was weird for her body to like a guy this much, but then again there were those dirty little green eyes that that boy pocessed. There should be a law against eyes like that.

His house was freakishly enough in the back lot of the bar. According to him the people he worked with ran the bar as a cover up for whatever freaky things they did to test subjects in the corders that they called home. Jay really didn't care what came out of Terry's mouth, just wondering what she could put into it. What she was thinking, you couldn't go to church with that one.

"This uhh........this is home," Terry laughed scratching the back of his head and leading her up the black stone steps to a home that looked like it could house a monster or five.

(I have alot going on but writing is my way to release and it does wonders for your mind. I swear it feels as good as a nice hard rain. So please do me the pleasure of reading this and enjoy. I will post daily. I really will because this is a therapy you guys provide for me, knowing I have readers and you guys keep me strong and afloat. I don't tell you far enough, thank you babes. All of you.)