Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Humans and Monsters ❯ Stubborn Beings ( Chapter 9 )

[ 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 9

Elinore came to in a large room, in a large queen bed with navy cotton colors. The comforter that was drawn to her shoulders was a white and she shot up remembering what had happened.

She was wearing a large t-shirt and had baggy pants on her. Who had dressed her? Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she stood up trying to figure out where she was by the room.

The room was as big as her apartment, and looked like a historical palace from Scotland.

The door creaked open, Landon staring at her. “You're awake,” he grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.

“Is this Porter's house?” Elinore asked, plugging the pieces together.

“Yea, he's uh, out with your dad still,” Landon informed her, “we chased him into this area that's not to our advantage.”

“What kind of area is that?” She muttered, `A church?”

Her joke wasn't at all funny to him. “He snuck into a politician's mansion, we could not follow,” he returned before widening the crack in the door.

“Come on, Deven is downstairs making breakfast,” he added and she slipped passed him quickly, her stomach grumbling for the food selfishly.

She walked down a grand stair case, with two sides mimicking each other and a chandelier hanging down from the ceiling between them. It reminded her of the classic movies where the heroine would jump onto the chandelier.

“This house is amazing,” she whispered in awe.

“Its almost a complete secret, only the governor and postal office really know, its one of the few castles that we've kept,” Landon began explaining, “Porter's had it for a couple centuries, he bought it himself but now he using the `it runs in the family' excuse since he can't see he's about five thousand years old.”

“Wow, entirely immortal huh?” She asked in interest as she began to smell the soft wafting smell of pancakes.

“Completely,” he agreed.

Deven smiled at her as she entered the kitchen by means of a door-less entrance, a large dining room table set up for the three of them.

“Its good to see you again,” he greeted. Elinore nodded with a grin, “I'm happy you're still alive.”

Landon sighed as he began to pour copious amounts of syrup onto his pancake and Elinore gawked at it.

“You're making a good breakfast into a good breakfast soup!” She shouted.

Landon didn't even meet her eyes. Deven chuckled as he sat down with them. “My father, he's strong then?” Elinore asked.

“More than we would've hoped,” Landon agreed.

She saw the front door open over the counter of the kitchen. Nothing came in, but there were the sound of steps. “Porter,” Landon greeted looking over the counter.

He was beautiful when he made his entry. A large reddish brown wolf that was atleast four feet to the shoulders, his eyes were a golden and his body was muscular, paws a massive size.

“He got away,” he grumbled and Elinore had to slam her mouth tight from hanging open. He talked, just like a normal person.

“How'd he manage that?” Landon returned as he chewed around a piece of syrup drenched pancake.

“He's got a pack,” Porter answered as he walked into the kitchen.

He set his nose in Elinore's lap, nuzzling into her thigh and she giggled, her hand covering his head. Her thumb and forefigering rubbed his ear and he sighed. “Being pat after battle is taken for granted by new werewolves,” he murmured.

“Get away from her,” Landon growled warningly.

“No,” Porter and Elinore both said.

Landon gapped at them. “W-What?”

“H-He's soft,” Elinore got out as she used one hand and a fork to slice through her pancakes.

“Do you want one, Porter?” She asked.

“No, not hungry at the moment,” he said, his eyes glancing to Landon.

Landon didn't like the look one bit. It had a smug sparkle to it. He didn't know what Porter had in mind but, he knew he had to have a tight leash on his control. The wolf's head rose up, hopping to its hind legs and resting his front legs on Elinore's chair before he nuzzled her neck, licking up her vein.

Her laugh was remarkable to Porter. Landon was fuming. An intimate touch like that wasn't understandable by a human but to a werewolf, that was making out.

“Porter! She doesn't know our culture,” he shouted. The fork on his plate clinked to it as he dropped it. He stood up, walking over to the wolf to snatch him by the scruff of the neck.

“She tastes good,” Porter got out before Landon threw him out into the hall. “Go transform and taste someone else!” He yelled after the scurrying, but laughing werewolf.

“That wasn't nice at all,” Elinore slurred out as she wiped at her neck with a napkin.

“You don't know the meaning of the lick he just gave you,” Landon murmured as he tossed his bowl into the sink, wincing when it clattered to a halt at the bottom.

Elinore watched him walk away and groaned at how frustrating he was. Pushing her plate out in front of her she dashed after him. “You can't just leave after saying that!”

Landon didn't glance at her as she followed him at a jog, even though he was walking.

“I'm curious! What does it mean?” Elinore asked. Landon opened the door to his room and barely closed it on her, but she slid her arm through and yelped when the door tried to close on it.

“Stupid!” He shouted, and she could've sworn she saw a twinkle of worry in his eyes.

He pulled her by the arm inside and pushed her to the bed, pulling her arm to his eye level.

There was a purple line where he'd pinched her muscle.

Elinore never regretted what she'd done, but considered re-thinking her next step in the future as she grabbed his forearm with the arm he held. With all her strength she pulled him down, even with a struggle before she licked his neck.

She felt the shiver that ran through him, the groan that left his mouth. The shiver ran into her as his breath hit her neck. “D-Don't do that ever again!” He yelled shoving her away and stood in front of her with a gapping face.

His eyes were wide, mouth slightly open, and one of his hands was closed around his neck.

She knew she liked that reaction.

“You're so much dumber than I thought,” he growled out. “You can't just go around licking people's necks!”

“I only licked yours,” she said in her defense, “porter licked mine without my permission!”

“And if he had asked!” Landon exclaimed.

“Of course not!” She shouted back before sighing, shaking her head. “You're the most stubborn guy ever.”

Landon stared back at her. His eyes bearing into her, “Y-I'm the stubborn one?!”

She only nodded as she stood up and made her way to the door. “I have to talk to Porter; if I'm staying here then I need to discuss it with him.”

“Going to fuck him too?” He asked, his own anger balling up inside him.

He wasn't aware a human could be so fast. A human no, but an angered human female, maybe, he promised to never do what he did again.

Blood ran from his nose, his head fell back at the impact of her fist. “You have no right to say that,” she growled.

His instincts unleashed. The thought of a female trying to tell him what to do, was something that could never happen.

Elinore was pushed up against the door, the man in front of her growling like a rabies infested animal at her. His eyes were glowing, canines glistening under the rolled up lips.

“Bitch!” He shouted as he brought his hand back.

The situation was so familiar to her. Landon's face seemed to distort into her father's. Her eyes were wide in shock, her eyes slamming close at the realization of what was about to happen.

“Landon!” The door slammed open, his hand was grabbed before it could move downward and he was thrown into the wall.

Porter slammed his arm against his throat. His eyes turned to Elinore, “Y-You can't blame him.”

Elinore sighed, looking at Landon before leaning forward and pressing her nose to his. “I-Its my fault,” she forced out, feeling like she was apologizing to her dad for something he had done to her, again.

Porter couldn't hold back the sadness in his eyes. Elinore looked empty, her eyes hollowed as she forced out the actions and meanings. He didn't understand how she knew that action, although he knew how she'd learned it.

Her father, who had been so detailed in the fight, claiming her to be his next alpha, still made his heart swell. A daughter, a mate, a father, it was disgusting. To turn a sexual predator into a werewolf was something unimaginable.

She walked out of the room and he turned his eyes to Landon, baring his fangs. He didn't care that Landon looked like an ant in that second, he didn't care that he looked so pitiful as he regretted his actions to the reporter.

“As alpha of my pack, so hear me,” he growled out, “you are never to raise your hand to her again, I don't care if she calls you a spread open cunt.”

His voice was barely above a whisper as he threatened Landon, “If you harm her, I will have you challenged and killed.”

Landon only forced a nod, even though he felt like going to bed and hoping this was all a nightmare.

Releasing his hold, Porter glanced over him one last time before leaving the room. Landon sighed as he sat in his chair, grumbling something as Deven walked in.

“Ready to go home?” The tone of his voice was all Landon needed to know. Deven had heard everything, and was here to take Landon away before he could cause anymore trouble.

Porter was sniffing through the halls. Elinore had walked out with a pride he had no idea she had attained but once the door was closed his ears had picked up the sound of sprinting steps.

Her smell led him to the room Landon had put her in. She was lying on the bed, facing the wall opposite of the door.

“Your father,” Porter began, “was not meant to do that to you, even if he was a werewolf.”

“He told you?” She asked.

“He- Before he was turned, he was… with you,” Porter couldn't get the word out.

“He was a molester,” she whispered, “he did what you're thinking, you already know it.”

Porter gulped, swallowing the bad lump in his throat. “He was before, and afterwards he thinks of you as his-his mate,” he got out.

“Mate? As in marriage mate?” She asked, “What about my mom then?”

Porter sat on the edge of the bed, “In order to mate you, he has to get rid of her, kill her.”

“He can't do that!” Elinore gapped out.

“I have two scouts in that facility right now, he will not get to her, but you he wantsyou more than anything right now,” he returned.

Elinore sighed and sat up in the bed, “I knew how to submit to him.”

Her whisper had his heart sinking again. “I-Its his fault,” he growled. “Werewolves are not like that,” he returned.

“Lan-.”

Porter grumbled something under his breath, knowing she would ask about it. “Landon came from a pack that traveled from Russia,” he returned, “in Russia, packs are given one alpha male and alpha female, males are in complete control, and females do nothing but birth pups. Landon has not yet been tempted like you tempt him.”

“I-So he hasn't been stood up too?” She asked.

“Exactly,” he returned, “he regrets what he did to you. It makes him remember how wrong the pack he traveled with is.”

She sighed and shook her head, “Should I talk to him?”

Porter raised his shoulders before the front door slammed open. “Why is a human here?!”