Chasing Wolves (completed)

Chapter 15 Meg-Elaine

Chapter 15

Meg-Elaine

Iz's only been in there for a second before a ear-piercing screech sounds from inside. I'm automatically on guard, dagger in hand, and Eli puts an arm around me before I can burst in after her. It takes me a second before I realize the screech was one of excitement and not terror. Calming and putting the dagger back in my belt, I shrug away from Eli and peek around the door.

Iz sets a girl on her feet and then they start squealing at each other. I can only assume she's a vampire and that they're talking via the comms because they aren't saying any words. I think I vaguely remember Iz mentioning a Janet, the girl that cut her hair, but I can't remember if she is a vampire. She's tiny, almond colored hair reaching to almost the floor, and she looks so delicate in a pale blue skirt, billowy white blouse and grey corset. Oh, she's the girl that gave Iz her corset. I remember now, she definitely is a vampire.

After another moment they finally stop squealing and Iz runs over and hugs the man. He's pretty hot, curly blond hair framing his angular face. This must be "Dimca." Considering that he is a vamp I have no idea how old he really is, although he appears to be somewhere in his mid-twenties. Janet doesn't look much older than sixteen but again, that means nothing.

After they're done hugging and "talking," Lin walks past me and another round of happy chatter ensues, this time out loud for Lin's sake. They talk about mundane things- how everyone's been, what they've been up to- but when Iz lets it slip that they're married Janet goes insane. I try to restrain my laughter (only barely succeeding) as she goes from completely joyous to murderous in four seconds flat.

"How dare you not invite us?!!!! I thought I was your friend! And I never got to see your dress..." She tapers off into a pout and Iz hugs her again, this time consolingly. Iz turns to the door for the first time since walking inside and beckons for us to join them, Janet still clinging to her like a limpet as Iz pats her shoulder reassuringly.

We all pile in and Dimca comes to stand next to Janet protectively as he notes my daggers (they're only the steel practice ones, completely harmless against vampires. My katana's still in the trunk, not being practical for walking around with and people get awfully suspicious). Janet lets go of Iz and immediately clings to Dimca instead.

Iz and Lin start to explain who we are, their voices overlapping to the point no one can understand anything, and Iz stops talking so Lin can explain. After an extremely long-winded explanation entailing how we all met and what we've been up to since, Janet detaches herself from him and comes over to us, greeting us all kindly. I didn't notice it before because she was practically screaming, but she has a mild German accent.

All of a sudden Em comes out of nowhere, running between my feet as a ferret, and scampers over to Janet. Brad actually takes a step forward protectively but Iz just laughs. If Iz trusts her that much then so do I; her instincts are never wrong and I'd be an idiot if I didn't listen to her.

Janet picks her up without a second thought, curling her up in her arms, and starts stroking her soft white fur. "Given the fact that this little darling is traveling with you, I assume this is no ordinary ferret and is instead 'Em?'"

Em squeaks an affirmative and Janet smiles in delight. "You never cease to amaze, Isadora. You not only learn to completely control your blood lust, go around turning vampires into humans, but you've also managed to befriend a Hunter and a veritable zoo of Shifters, two of which are extremely rare." Iz just nods, not mentioning the fact that she hasn't quite completely learned to control her Crazing. She still gets carried away during fights but I imagine that's nothing compared to how she was when she first was bitten.

Janet offers us all a seat and for the first time my eyes wander around the room, noticing that we're in a relatively large yet still comfortable, like Vlain's living room, room. There are huge pillows spread across the floor and a low table sits in the center, an overturned chess board at its feet. There's a record player in the corner along with a shelf full of records.

Before anyone can take her up on her offer Dimca steps forward, excitement radiating off of him, "you've been training, you say? Care to put it to the test? I won't hold back, I imagine you'd hate that." Iz squeals, barely restraining herself from jumping in joy, and unsheathes her daggers in one fluid motion.

I clear my throat and when she looks my way I hold up the steel practice daggers. She gives a little gasp of understanding and quickly passes me her daggers. I throw her the others and she grabs them perfectly, spinning them in her hands as she takes in his shocked expression.

Poor man, he has no idea what he just got himself into.