Fated to be (+18)

Chapter 22: Stalker?

"So, how long do you think you'll stay here?" David asks his Zoroark guest as he does the dishes.

"Only for a few days, just to make sure you recover. I can't have my favorite prey lost to some mangey humans and their Pokemon," a feminine voice calls out from behind David.

"Alright... wait a minute."

Turning around, David sees some random lady now leaning against his dining room table, facing towards him.

She had long black hair, was wearing a white shirt that hugged her chest, and had tight-fitting pants that accentuated and helped draw attention to her feminine charms, though looking at her face, it seemed almost too perfect. Not a single blemish or wrinkle, no stray hair, nothing 'normal' that made her look almost doll-like.

"So... guess you, Zoroark, can speak. Though, why do you look like that now?" David asks with a raised brow.

"Well, we use illusions to make sounds and words, but I thought you would be more comfortable with me looking like this..." Zoroark says, sounding apprehensive?

"Look, I... *sigh* I appreciate you trying to make me more comfortable around you, especially since we didn't meet amongst the most favorable standards, but that does not mean I hate you or feel weird around you. So drop the human look and talk to me like you are, alright?" David says while leaving against the kitchen sink and folding his arms while looking at the Pokemon.

"I... Alright then..." Zoroark gives in, drops the human disguise, and adopts a more Pokemon-looking form, though she decides to keep the more human-shaped appendages around.

David slightly raises a brow at that since there probably was some reason behind it, hopefully.

"I appreciate your concern, but this is nothing new to me," David says while returning to their dishes.

Once done, David cleaned up around the house on the first floor and outside since the scuffle had been a bit messy; he also had to resign himself to returning to the city to buy some items from the pharmacy and Poke center.

He ran through a lot more medical supplies than any other time previously from when he got hurt, but the circumstances were still the same in how he got them.

'Reminds me of the ring...' David thinks to himself as his mind gets drawn back to the past of his upbringing.

He lets it flow inside his mind until he bottles up the memories before returning to his clean-up and making sure that those people who attacked him had not left anything that they shouldn't have in his home or yard.

Zoroark had decided to explore David's house now that she didn't have to keep a constant eye on David; it gave her something to do since David forbade her from helping him.

She had seen the first floor pretty much, but the second floor was something to look around in, and since David had given her the okay to stay for a few days, she might as well find his room so she could sear- find out where he stayed.

Finding his room was not difficult for any Pokemon with a strong nose; however, before she went there, she stopped in the hallway when something else caught her attention.

It was the smell of someone; it was faint and old, so faint that it was almost impossible to smell if the doors of the other rooms were not open. It seemed that the intrudes had gone through the second floor and had left a lot of stuff on the floors in what appeared to be them looking for him in the house while he was away.

Going into the first room, Zoroark sees it looks like some 'master sleep room,' as the humans call it, or so she had heard.

However, now it was figuratively 'trashed' as the drawers around the room were pulled out onto the floor, and the clothes strewn about the place, looking like a storm had passed the area. The closet was wide open with piles of clothes bundled up and some other miscellaneous articles of clothing thrown about haphazardly around the place. However, assuming the others were in a similar state was safe because this room was trashed.

Zoroark would look around the room before telling David that she was curious about who used to live there.

It seemed the person in the room was female since most of the clothes pointed to that fact, and the heavy scent of 'perfume,' as the humans called it, clung to some of the clothes.

Looking around, though, Zoroark doesn't find anything that tells her who used to live in the room.

There were no photos or anything to tell her about the human who lived here, and she doubted it was David's previous lover. She had a gut feeling that David was not the one to settle down or to be that keen on long-term relationships.

He lived on the borders of the woods. If that didn't scream solitude, then she didn't know what did.

Since nothing was around, she resigned herself to seeing what was inside the other rooms on the floor; strangely enough, every room besides what she assumed to be David's room and the first one was utterly bare.

She sighs and sits on David's bed, finding nothing interesting. Falling back, she shuffles around before giggling as she rolls around in the bed, pulls the covers close to herself, and takes a deep breath through her nose.

'So damn intoxicating!' She screams in her mind, her thoughts scrambling to form a coherent thought that isn't related to David, but her being in his sleeping area with his smell causing her to tremble. She was unable to think straight for a moment.

He was everything she wanted. He was strong, resourceful, and utterly brutal when he wanted to be.

She wanted to feel his strong hands grasp her neck in a deadly but gentle grip as the two of them fought each other while mating to try and assert dominance over one another.

After all, that was what the Alphas of their species ought to do.

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I live. See you in the next chapter.