Crimson Desire

Chapter Six part one

Chapter Six

Strange

Dimitri leaned over the edge of the roof of The Place like a bird of prey. Well, if a bird of prey wore black jeans and a hoodie. He was watching her. She and her friend, Justin might have been his name, were parking. They got out of the car and made their way into the club. Dimitri’s canine sight took in what she was wearing, so that he wouldn’t lose her inside. The red jacket he’d seen her in before, red converse, a mini-skirt. His eyes locked on her. The skirt brought his attention to her legs, long and slender and pale, and her figure. Dimitri abruptly shook his head, banishing those thoughts away. This was business, protect the girl, stop Daryl, and go home; simple.

Dimitri jumped down from the roof and landed with a loud crushing sound, his feet leaving indentations from the impact. He stretched his limbs and followed the girl into the club as if it was nothing. No one had heard him outside obviously since the music was pounding so loud it hurt to think, so the girl wouldn’t notice Dimitri on her heels. He blended into the back-round amongst the bright colours and glowing wands being waved around.

She was sitting at the bar, Justin’s arm around her shoulders, looking out at the crowd. She wasn’t looking at anything in particular, probably just thinking about random things. After the weeks Dimitri had spent tracking Daryl down he had bribed one of Daryl’s spies watching the girl to work for him. He had gotten all the information he needed to know, including her most used facial expressions. When she was randomly thinking her eyes would drift off into space and her lips would part slightly.

Justin tried to say over the pounding of the music “I’m going to go find Carl.” But of course the girl’s weak human ears didn’t hear it and she looked confused as Justin slipped away and into throng of bodies pressed tightly together. He found his way out on the other side and collapsed into the arms of a tall, spiky haired boy with a permanent smirk upon his face. Once they started kissing Dimitri had to look away. He wasn’t a homophobe or anything, in fact he was a supporter of gay rights, but he just couldn’t stand watching people kiss.

Truth be told, though it may be hard to believe, Dimitri had never kissed or had been in an intimate situation with a girl, werewolf or otherwise. When he saw men with their lovers and werewolves with their mates he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Dimitri looked back at the girl who was now spinning on a stool with a beer in hand. Dimitri was surprised by this, after how she acted in class she didn’t seem this reckless, not exactly a rule follower but not as openly rebellious as this. Dimitri took this as his chance, when she was tipsy and vulnerable, to get closer to her and turn her off Daryl. She wouldn’t have the protection of her walls this time.

As Dimitri worked his way around the neon crowed a familiar stench of cologne crept into his nostrils. Daryl was in the club, watching the girl, watching him, somewhere in the shadows. Dimitri ignored the presence as best he could when he reached the girl. He wouldn’t back out now. She was still twirling round on the stool, unaware of him standing there. Dimitri notice a bunch of beer bottles on the bar beside her, if she had drunken them all then Dimitri took longer to get to her than he thought.

“Hey,” Dimitri called over the music, momentarily forgetting she wasn’t able to hear him.

The song that was playing changed to something slower but which still had a dance beat. The girl’s eyes brightened a bit and she hopped of the stool. Before Dimitri could get a hold of her she streaked into the centre of the crowed.

He groaned but followed her. He had to shove past people and got knocked over a few times and the music was shattering his eardrums but the sight he beheld once he found the girl again made all things disappear but her; the music, the lights, the crowed, the club, everything.

Her black curls seemed to shimmer as she ran her hands through her hair and then down her side bringing Dimitri’s attention to her figure. She was short and thin, but in a good way, not sickly looking.

Dimitri felt strange. He could feel fire burning in his chest, his muscles tensing, his eyes stinging as they shifted colour to that classic yellow that happened when the animal side of werewolves tried to take over. This had never happened to Dimitri before. He had always been in control, but that was slipping away. Every time the girl smiled, every time she swayed her hips, every time she moved a little bit more of Dimitri’s control dissolved until his animal instincts took over.

His body moved, connected with hers. First her hands, gentle and soft in his, burning him but it was the kind of burn you wanted more of. Then her hands were sliding up his chest and wrapping around his neck, their bodies pressing together in all the right places. The only place for his hands to go were her hips but he slowly worked his way down from there; it was like his body was moving all on its own, going wherever it wanted. It was strange, so very strange. Having the animal inside Dimitri want the girl so much. He needed her, he had to have her and satisfy the craving of the wolf.

Every time she touched him a new sensation exploded all over his body, each one more intoxicating then the last; his head was filling up with blood, his eyelids sinking down. The song ended and they were still locked together, so close, close enough to kiss, close enough for other things too. But the animal just wanted to kiss her, and Dimitri wanted to kiss her too, he wanted to so much. He had to have her. Right now, he was going to have her.

He leaned in, she did too, out of choice or a drunken whim he didn’t know but he didn’t exactly care either. It was about to happen, their lips only inches apart.

The girl was suddenly pulled away from him. This made Dimitri’s beastly emotions flare with anger. He was about to pursue her when an iron grasp surrounded his neck and a hand covered his mouth, muffling any sound her made. Without having to think about it he knew who it was.

Daryl was mad, that was obvious. He was dragging Dimitri backward through the quickly disappearing crowed. There was so much shoving and pushing already that no one noticed the abduction taking place. Down a dark hallway, past the bathrooms where Dimitri heard arguing and through the back door to the parking lot. Finally Daryl let go of Dimitri’s neck and dropped him to the ground, Dimitri struggling to breathe again. Daryl was standing over him, glowering down at him with fury in his eyes.

“What?” Dimitri snapped when he could speak again. His brother made no reply, but instead kicked Dimitri hard in the stomach. The force of the kick knocked the breath out of Dimitri all over again. Daryl kicked again, again, and again even harder. Each blow caused a crack and a cry of pain to erupt from Dimitri’s lips.

When Daryl stopped kicking he spoke, slowly, controlled and deadly.

“You brought this on yourself, you fucking mutt. I told you not to get in my way and what did you do? You completely disobeyed me. And what was that disgusting display in there?” Daryl placed his foot on Dimitri’s throat and pressed him to the ground.

“I—I,” Dimitri coughed “, I didn’t mean for that to happen. It was instinct.”

“If it ever happens again I will not show mercy,” Daryl removed his foot “; if it ever happens again I’ll kill you.

Then Daryl was gone, so fast he seem to dissolve into thin air. Dimitri laid there for awhile, bloody and broken, waiting for his bones to heal. It hurt when he healed, but only for a minute. Then he got up and brushed himself off as he did when he arrived at the club.

Dimitri shook his head and muttered a medley of swear words as he scaled the building and climbed onto the roof. How could he have been so stupid, letting his animal side win. Dimitri sat down next to a vent opening and waited. He suddenly wanted nothing but this night to end.