Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Humans and Monsters ❯ Animal Urns ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

The Pointless Disclaimer: This is my story and my take on the strange monsters our humanity has created. Reviews and messages are appreciated. If there are any typos or grammatical errors I am sorry. I re-read and edit all my chapters at least four times but it's hard to catch them.

Chapter 6

Landen groaned, slamming his fist against the wall. Wincing, the plaster broke and his hand went through it.

“Stop breaking walls!” Deven hissed out, storming into the room, “Third hole in two days!”

Landen ran his hand through his hair. “I-I can't find proof but I know. Deven I know he's coming after her,” he got out thickly.

Deven sighed and nodded, “It is frustrating but we do have more leads.”

Landen snorted, “Yea, false ones most likely.”

Deven nodded with a smirk before mumbling something. “What was that?” Landen asked, not even his abnormal hearing being able to pick the sentence up.

“I'm going to visit her mom,” he said a little louder.

“I'll come along,” Landen said instantly beginning to push passed Deven.

Deven's hand, twice as heavy then him pulled him back into the room. “I-I don't want you to go, this woman had seen and dealt with a werewolf, she could find similar traits in you.”

Landen growled at him and shook his head, “I could ask the right questions!”

Deven shook his head, turning to leave, his footsteps causing Landen's head to throb harder.

His head, why had he developed such an ache?

The door closed and he collapsed in the desk chair once more for the night. Clicking into the web browser he tried to search his name again, only finding the usual two heart attack and coyote attack files.

He picked up the phone, slamming it back down, not knowing who he could call.

Finally, with a groan, he stood up and grabbed his coat. Leaving the apartment and basking int eh street air, dirtied from years of pollution.

His hearing picked up everyone's conversation, his eyesight able to see for miles when he concentrated, he could smell food, perfume, teenage couple arousals, anything he wanted.

His feet however, didn't care for what he wanted. They were sending him somewhere, and he wouldn't deny them. Half in denial on where they were going and half almost excited.

They're beautiful.

The compliment echoed in his head for the umpteenth time. His mind doing giddy flips, a compliment he would've never expected.

His cell phone rang in his ears, causing his head to throb as he brought it to his ear. “I found it, the urn, its in a storage unit Elinore has a key to,” Deven insisted.

“I'm on my way,” Landen answered, “anything else?”

“Stop by to get some plaster for the wall?”

“You got it,” Landen grumbled, hanging up the phone.

He turned onto her street and entered the apartment. “Can I help you?”

Landen nodded, “Buzz me into Elinore Vanhok's.”

“Relation?” Aaron asked, his eyes looking bored. Landen could smell his breakfast, egg omelet.

He pulled out the card, “You called us when she went missing, here for the bill. Buzz her.”

Aaron eyed him suspiciously before picking up the phone. Landen almost groaned, his anger growing ten fold.

“Eli, some guys here to see you, from when you went missing,” he informed her, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

He hung up the phone and hit the elevator call button. Landen jumped on, not saying anything more to the obnoxious kid.

When the elevator stopped he saw her door open. Politely, he knocked on the frame and saw her on her knees.

The sight made him shiver. She was on the floor, facing the window, on all fours. The wolf in him was howling. She had a chisel in her left hand, and a hammer in the right as she began to chip away at the tile in her kitchen.

“Hey,” she greeted.

“Your doors open,” he murmured.

“Yea, I figured it'd be easier for you to get in that way,” she stated as she went back to work.

He watched her, with her gloves on and a stack of tiles that had already been lifted next to her. “Need any help?”

“I only have one hammer,” she said, as if she had already debated putting him to work. Her answer was almost instant.

“Find anything?” She asked, and she ddin't sound interested in the least bit.

Her white tank top was see through, a navy work out bra underneath. Black gym shorts didn't flatter her legs in the least bit. “I need the storage unit key,” he ordered.

“What storage unit?” She asked, leaning back on her ankles. Her hair in a loose pony tail, she almost looked stunning in the weird wear.

“I-Yours?” He asked.

Elinore stood up, groaning when her back cracked. “Sit down on the couch, you're making me seem like a bad hostess,” she grumbled.

He nodded, moving out the door way and making his way to her suede couch. “Your father's urn, is in a storage unit you have a key to,” he insisted, watching her grab a colored water bottle.

“How could you possibly know that?” She asked in shock.

“Your mother,” he answered easily, not knowing how she'd respond.

The water bottle dropped from her hands into the sink. “You went and saw my mother? Without my permission!?” She shouted.

“You did give permission, to find proof your father was a werewolf.”

Elinore gapped at him, not being able to process the information. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Okay, so you went and saw my mother,” she breathed out, “I can deal with that.”

Landen chuckled. “Sure?”

“Don't be an ass,” she warned.

“What if I want to be?” He teased back, almost smiling for her.

Elinore went to the opposite end of the couch. Her eyes stared into his almost analyzing him like Deven would. Her hands were crossed in her lap and she was almost statue-like. “What?”

“Your eyes aren't golden like they were,” she murmured, “that's it.”

“You disappointed?” He asked, in a teasing way.

“A little,” she admitted, “I really liked seeing those other ones. There was something in them.”

“Hate?” He grumbled.

“Loneliness,” she corrected.

Landen sighed. His head ache completely gone as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her. Vanilla and raspberries, the soft sense was gentle, caressing his nostrils.

“So, did my mom say anything?” She asked.

Landen shrugged his shoulders, leaning into the arm of his chair, “I don't know Deven went alone.”

“Oh,” she whispered, taking a sip from her new water.

“Why are you digging up your tile?” Landen asked.

“I'm replacing it with the wood from my living room, figured it'd match nicer, plus there's a couple downstairs that are at it like rabbits all night, can hear them when I'm in the kitchen,” she grumbled the last part. Her cheeks blushing at the mere mention of the two couples, Landen had to do a double take.

“Y-You're not a virgin are you? You're twenty-four years old!” He got out around his laughter.

She didn't look as amused. Turning away from him she snagged her water bottle off the coffee table. “The key to the storage unit is by the door, with the Kentucky key chain,” she forced out.

He could smell her upset, wincing as it overtook the smell he'd wanted to experience. Her wonder when she'd seen his eyes, that was the smell he'd wanted.

“S-Sorry I didn't know you were so innocent,” he muttered, “I didn't mean to upset you.”

“Yea, its fine, not the first time a guy's laughed at that,” she whispered leaning over the sink to refill the bottle.

He sighed, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, ignoring her glare when he did so. “This is your place then? Didn't really notice it last night,” he murmured.

Elinore cleared her throat, “Yea it is.”

He sighed, the silence almost awkward now. “You issued the apology yet?” He asked.

He heard her grunt, almost uncomfortably. “Listen, you need a ride to the storage unit?”

“Trying to get rid of me?” He teased.

Her eyes met him, “You're beginning to catch on.”

His lip curled and she snagged the keys off the counter and then the additional key to the storage unit. “Come on,” she ordered, propping the door open for him.

He grumbled under his breath and got to his feet, shutting the door behind him. She locked it and went to the stairs. “I-I didn't really anger you did I?”

“No, I'm fine,” she lied easily, waving to Aaron in the lobby. She leaned over the counter, smiling at him, “Listen, if he comes in again just buzz him straight in, we're working on a story together.”

Aaron nodded to her, “Where are you off to now?”

“Storage unit,” she answered, “Package Aaron.”

He mouthed an `o' with his mouth and reached under to hand her a small shoebox size box. She signed for him and nodded, “I'll bring home some dinner.”

“Thanks,” he returned.

Landen sneered at him, not liking the boy at all as he followed Elinore into the basement parking garage. “I didn't know you owned a car!” He gapped, “Then why didn't you drive it to the mansion?”

“Cause the cops patrolled the area, if they'd seen a car parked they would've figured out I'd trespassed,” she muttered.

“My father, is he near?”

Landen shrugged, “Finding that urn will prove if he exists or not, if he does, I-I'll stay at your place. He will show up, is there anything with his scent in the storage unit?”

“Yea,” she answered shakily. “His old clothes and furniture are in there, I was planning a bonfire.”

Chuckling he nodded, sliding into the car and barely getting the door closed before she was exiting the parking lot.

His phone rang, “Deven?” He asked into the receiver.

“Where are you? I'm at the unit,” he lectured, tone angry.

“We're on our way, Elinore's coming,” He answered in a low grumble.

“It's about a half hour drive,” she informed him, he groaned.