The Tiny Luna (mpreg)

Chapter 2

The sound of a long, prolonged, honk of a squealy horn rang aloud causing Mason to jerk awake in alarm, looking around for the danger. The only potential danger, however, would be a cop leaning against the side of his car with his partner who both most likely carried some sort of weapon like a gun or a taser. At the moment, one was sipping a cup of coffee like his life depended on it while the other was chomping down on a doughnut happily while observing their surroundings.

Mason followed their lead and looked around him to see a large building to his right that had lots of people going in and out, a large bus stop he noted that goes long distances, while on the other side of the road they were on was an outlet mall with a large parking lot and several buildings for shoppers needs which looked incredibly busy for nine in the morning, according to the clock on the dashboard of the camero that was still running but had stopped right in front of the transit bus station.

"This is your stop, my man. For us, we'll be going to a great big festival and staying with a few friends and family. I wanted to ask where you wanted to be dropped off but you were sleeping so good, I didn't want to disturb you," a feminine voice piped up to his left, causing Mason to turn his head to look at the brunette who smiled awkwardly back at him. In the back was all five of her friends, one sitting in another's lap oddly enough, while the others were squished together.

"Where are we?" Mason asked, sitting up with a groan as the aches and pains of sleeping in a not-so-comfortable position presented themselves by throbbing all over his body from his legs that had been bent at an odd angle the whole night up to his neck for letting his head rest on the back of the low seat the whole night.

"Somewhere in Indiana, I think. If you want to keep going with us to where we're going, that's fine, but..."

"No, no, I'll get out now. Thank you for driving me here? I wish I could repay you but you might have guessed I'm not exactly swimming in money," Mason said with a light self conscious laugh as he opened the car door, stepping out of the vehicle and stretching his body out with the satisfying pops and cracks of his legs, arms, and back.

"Feel free to give me or any of my goof balls back there a call if your ever in North Carolina, where we're headed," the girl said with a kind smile as she handed him a slip of paper with some scrawled out numbers on it which Mason hesitantly took.

Mason didn't exactly have a phone to call her with, unless he wanted to steal one from a store and somehow figure out how it works, so he wasn't sure how he'd manage it if he wanted to but he slipped it in his pocket and bid them "fair well" before they drove off into the distance toward a highway. It was then that Mason caught sight of it, driving the opposite way of the orange camero as it made its way across a bridge toward the town on the side of the highway.

One of the black SUV's.

It could possibly just be someone else but Mason took no chances and ducked into the bus station quickly before they could catch sight of him. "Hi, what buses are available?" Mason asked the ticket lady at the counter who was flipping lazily through a magazine.

She was fairly pretty and young, at least in her twenties, with long blonde hair tied up in a messy bun with bright blue eyes that glanced up at him before pulling a pink lollipop pop from her ruby red lips that pursed in annoyance at being disturbed but with a sigh she started to flip through a stack of papers on her desk counter that had all the bus schedules. "There's not a lot of seats available for today's buses but there's five seats to take you to the next county or you can take the last seat on the bus to Portage County, Ohio," she reported with a thin smile before slumping back in her seat and flipping the page of her mag. "That'll be seventy-five eighty."

Mason flinched a little at the mention of money, something that was more often than not in short supply of, so Mason did the only thing he could think of. He let all his senses focus around him for a feel of everyone; he used his sense of smell to feel them out, he let his eyes lookout for who was nearby, his ears to hear them coming toward him, and his sense of feel help him as he carefully reached behind him in the back pocket of some random lady who had her wallet in the back pocket of her jeans who didn't even notice it slip out even as she walked away from him toward the sitting areas, probably to wait for her bus. Mason opened up the red wallet and sighed with relief when he saw there was a lot of cash inside, most likely a tourist not wanting to bother with a credit card, so he pulled out the necessary money and traded it for his ticket to Ohio, wanting to be as far from the werewolf hunters on his tail as much as possible, before walking over to the sitting area and carefully sliding the red wallet under the seats behind the lady until it rested by her suitcase she had with her.