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All That Matters

Zane hated flying...

As if that wasn't enough, the only free seat was stuck between a flirtatious drag queen and a man with a sweat gland disorder...

Needless to say, he was ready to kill someone.

And it was probably going to end up being the drag queen if he/she did not stop rubbing on his arms and chest.

"If you do not remove your hands, I'll snap them off at the wrist." Zane managed to growl out.

Unfortunately, for the drag queen, the growl had the opposite affect he intended.

"Ohhh, when you growl like that, it gets me going." The he-she said, reaching to put his/her hand on Zane's inner thigh, causing Zane's eyes to flash a dangerous gold. The Queen of Drag leaned over the divider, smirking at the affect the rattling of the cage had on the beast within, before whispering (less than) seductively against monster's sensitive ear, "Why don't you growl a little more-" A pierced tongue snaked over Zane's ear, causing him to shudder in disgust, "big Daddy?"

Something inside Zane snapped.

"Listen-" He said, sounding as dangerous as a snake and twice as deadly, "unless you have a death wish you will back off."

The drag queen pouted, flipping her red silky wig over his/her shoulder, "Oh calm down honey, I was just playing with you anyway."

Zane growled deep in his throat, this was going to be a VERY rough day.

THEN the guy with the sweat gland disorder revealed he was scared of flying, and became a living water fountain. Zane got on the plane expecting a plane, not a water park.

This is what he gets for forgetting to wear clothes that wear socially acceptable but not too nice that he wouldn't mind if they got ruined by sweat stains and cheap make-up...

Once Zane got off that plane with his favorite suit was marked with bright purple lipstick, sweat, and what seemed to be bronzer. His eyes glowed a brilliant gold as he looked around the airport for his chauffer. At last he saw an elderly man with a cap and a sign that said Z. Moonbound.

"Lets go," Zane said, walking with his chauffer to a rented car, "if I don't wash the stench of that drag queen off my body soon I'll scream..."

"What drag queen, sir?" The chauffer asked, struggling to keep up with the very fit Alpha as the scurried across the parking lot, reminding Zane very much of a rat trying to chase after a wolf- just before that rat got killed by the wolf, that is.

"Forget about it, I trust my pa- I mean associates told you where I live, correct?"

"That's right sir," The man said, for the first time Zane glimpsed a English accent on the words, and he smiled at Zane under a mustache that was in desperate need of a trim, "I have got to say sir, your associates sound very worried to have you get home in one piece, but I told him Ol' Jimmy has got you covered now don't I?"

The man started to drive as Zane settled in the back seat, trying to ignore the fact he was nearly positive that someone had thrown up in the floor- which would explain the smell and why there was a towel over the other seat.

Ol' Jimmy gave Zane a knowing smile from the rear view mirror, "Sorry about the mess sir, one of the little nippers got a little sick in the back seat... Don't move the towel please sir..."

"I wasn't planning on it Jim..." Zane said, eying the towel carefully.

"So where wear you a headin' on that airplane from?"

"I was at Chicago, for a bit..."

"The Chicago?" Jimmy said from the drivers seat, "I bet'cha your bloomin' happy to be back home, sir but what in the world are you doin' in Chicago?"

"Merely ending an old deal..." Zane said simply, watching as the city ended, giving way to an endless forest... his forest. "But I'm back now. That's all that matters..."