The never ending kind

9- Nice to meet you?

"Vance, your lying skills suck," my eyebrow pitied his inability. He probably never got away with anything as a child, with skills like that. but neither did you, my thoughts decided to whisper evilly. Yeah? Well, I also got in trouble moreso for things I didn't do than actually did, so shove it, pouty side of my brain.

I focused back on Vance, who had this look on his face which I completely ignored, "As I was saying, not only do your lying skills suck, Vance, but I will throw the largest hissy out of any child you ever babysat if I don't reach a frickin' road away from this building and to a bus stop or something to get back and hopefully still have my job intact."

Big old Vance was at a loss for words; a substantial guy with the emotional heart and timidity of a fluffy kitten sans claws. He seemed to only have three settings: soft chiding, pouting, and cuddle-time. 

I turned, opening the door and stepping through it as Vance rushed to follow, "Uh, hey, Drey-. Hey, Drey- uh, Drey-."

He seemed at a loss for what to say or do, only able to spout my name as he followed trying to gain my attention. I, of course, just followed the halls until I reached a door leading outside, people mostly ignoring us unless Vance decided to spout out a few more, 'Hey, Drey''s out of a confused desperation to gain my attention.

"Hey-, hey Vance. Hey, Vance, hey," I couldn't help mimicking him, which thankfully made him stop, though the fact that I had stopped walking also could have been part of it. Honestly, his dogged steps were starting to bug me, as were his monotonous words, "Point me to a bus stop, please."

"Oh," Vance looked down at his hands guiltily.

"Oh?" It took me several moments for my mental lightbulb to explode into chunks of heated metal and sharp glass. "Don't tell me there are no buses here. If you tell me there are no buses here, Vance, I will not be as happy and reserved as I have been."

"Ah... "

"Mother!" The word shot out of my mouth, one of the few cuss words I commonly used. And if you say it's not a cuss word, calling someone or some event a mother as horrible as your own mother was, should be. "Vance, there are no buses here?"

"There are no buses here," Oh, the guilty little kitten couldn't help but scuff his shoe.

"Framnumbular!" I threw my hands up in annoyance. "Well, that's just great."

I started walking once more, leaving the building's premises and picking a random sidewalk to follow, Vance quickly catching up, "Where are you going, Drey?"

"Where does it look like?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking," He didn't sound mean as he said it, probably because he didn't mean it in a mean way. I'm sure it was because of his child-rearing default.

"Well, I'm not sure where I am or how to get out of this town and home, so I'm going to follow this sidewalk until I get to the town limits and go from there," I figured sharing couldn't hurt. He was more likely to accidentally tell me something I wanted to know than cause any actual trouble.

"But we're pretty far from any other town. You'd be walking a long time through the forest, Drey," Like that. I stopped abruptly, Vance skidding to a halt as well. 

"You mean to say, Vance, that not only are there no buses, but we are in a small-ass town in the middle of frickin' nowhere tucked within a large tree-filled region where not even the neighbors can hear you howl?"

"Weeeeellllll, actually-"

"I meant that metaphorically, not literally, Vance," I didn't mention that I found it interesting. Nope, with a popping 'p' would I admit anything to do with finding interest in such a creepy place. It's worse than being kidnapped to a cabin in the woods. The whole town might end up being my jailers if they felt the need to keep me from leaving.

I noticed Vance glancing down at his vibrating pocket, hand shoved in there with it, "Vance... What are you doing?"

He looked up guiltily, "Please don't tell me that you're texting someone what I'm doing?"

"Noooo?" 

"Oh Gaztraz, Vance! Are you kidding me?" Annoyed, I shoved my shoulder into him as he seemed to stumble over understanding my words, physically stumbling as I continued on, throwing back, "And stop following me, ya sheep in wolf's clothing!"

And that was when a large truck-van-thing stopped in the middle of the road, several people filtering out around me before the driver-side door opened, revealing- ugh- the menace to my society, Darien. Oh, wait, Alpha Darien.

"And where do you think you were letting him go to, Vance?" Darien, totally disregarding me, focused his attention on Vance. "I thought I told you to lead him to his new room?"

"Well, I- uh, he... What I mean to say is-"

"Hell no am I staying here, let alone letting you lead me to another room," I didn't cross my arms, refusing to put up a wall around him. Take On Me, Bitch, and I'll do my best to Take You Out. "I'm out of this weird-aspen town."

Darien, on the other hand, crossed his arms, leaning back against his over-vamped truck, "And I would have to say a big fat fucking 'no' to that. I'm your alpha and-"

"You're not my alpha," I interjected, hands placed to show my confrontational side.

"Oh, you think not, do you," He stood, sidling over to me as if time were all we had, before grabbing my front collar, nose flaring. He pushed up the sunglasses he didn't need if he saw like I did now, and glared into my eyes, their mercury swirling brighter over his abyss-like eyes. We stared for several moments until he shifted down to my neck... And I realized I couldn't move! Ship! Frick! Mother-trucker in a sandbag rollercoaster!

Sweat prickled as my skin became infuriatingly sensitive as he sniffed at the flesh of my neck, licked it, then opened his mouth wide, my eyes just barely able to catch the flash of the large white canines glinting in the sun. I felt the pricks as he placed those teeth to my sensitive jugular, putting just enough pressure to know he could kill me easily and there was nothing I could do about it. A whine rose louder from my throat, catching me by surprise and making me wonder how long I had been making the sound. 

After a horrible couple of minutes, he moved away from my throat to stare at me once more, "Submit."

My knees gave out automatically as I turned my head to the side, exposing the part of my neck he had previously threatened. He nodded, bending down to my frozen position, "Not your alpha, huh? Think again, little pup."

He glared at me once more, "Now, you will get into this truck quietly to be brought to your new home. Your old life is dead and gone. Welcome to your new life as part of the Ember Pack."

Several howls followed his speech to me, my mind swirling as my body followed his command. The sound of the door closing had such a harsh finality to it that I flinched, a whine sticking in my throat. The drive itself was quiet and depressing, at least to me, as we drove further into my 'new life', completely against my apparently weak will.