Kindred Spirit: Ferocity

Chapter 6

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(Cora's Point of View)

My vision was coming in and out. Genoveva was putting up one hell of a fight. Perhaps if she'd exhibited this much passion her pursuit of our mate I would not have had to take over in the first place. It seems that Genoveva lacks a certain intensity and fervor in the emotions department when it comes to our needs and happiness. Oh she can certainly drum up enough zeal when it comes to caring for her darling adopted little girl Ariel. Hell she even shows more emotion for the homeless that live topside. Bu for the rest of life... For me and my needs... Well nothing.

That is the exact reason why I have pushed her consciousness to the back and have taken over. I have womanly needs. Despite being made infertile by the queen, I still have my cycle. I have been in heat many times over the past few years and she has not even allowed me to take the edge off. I am a female that has an itch that I will not allow to go unscratched yet again. I have been so alone since left behind Donato.

It is bad enough that I have been caged and forced to stay in human form month after but month but now she has gone too far. I will not be tamed and I will not be imprisoned and confined in Genoveva's flesh and blood. I have escaped my captivity and her restraints and I will never go back. I will not tolerate Genoveva's fear of dominance and commitments ruin my opportunity to bond with our mate. He belongs to us and we belong to him. Nothing and no one will stop me.

I felt a sort of buzzing in my ears and knew the humans were trying to say something. The tones were too low for me to make sense of any of it. Worse, even if I could chances are I understand their language and I didn't care. Nothing they said or did had any bearing on my needs or desires. I had one concern. Find and mate with the enforcer. He needed me and I needed him. To do that I needed to get out of the putrid underground hell hole.

I peeled back my lips and hissed loudly at the females. Then for good measure I took a swipe with my claws in their direction. I was pleased when I smelled fear and apprehension roll of their frail human bodies. Then the two of them moved out of my way. I took off through the tunnels. My nose in the air scenting everything. Despite the huge diversity and assortment of smells and odors I was easily able to find my mates unique and amazing aroma. I knew that was something the enforcer has been trying to do since he arrived in New York. Unlike him however, I was successful in my first attempt. After all I had two major advantages. First I have years of smelling every odor and scent in these tunnels and second I have just gone into heat again.

(Euan's Point of View)

I looked down at Joaquim's limp and almost lifeless body again. He was running out of time fast. I knew I had to make arrangements to bring him home immediately or we risked that would die here in New York City so far from his home and pride. Given his unique qualities as a Manticore it was imperative that I get him out from under the physician's scrutiny. Here in New York, the Manticore's didn't have any sympathetic collaborators on staff.

Manticores in general stayed out of major cities. Other Were-shifter's were more likely to visit but even the Were-Wolves had no real liking for the hustle and bustle of New York. That made it a wonderful safe haven for Nosferatu like me. We Nosferatu however don't need medical collaborators since it is near impossible to injure us never the less cause us any true harm that we would seek medical attention for.

Unlike the Were-shifter's of the world we Nosferatu are immortal. Only four things can destroy us. First and the most commonly known method is for someone to completely severe our heads from our neck. This of course is much easier said than done since there is no species alive that is stronger than a Nosferatu. We Nosferatu of stronger than humans, Manticore's, Were-Wolves and even the few living Were-Snakes.

The second way to end a Nosferatu's life is also difficult. But more than that is generally the most misunderstood method. Basically it's the old tear our heart from our chest. But the missing piece is you have to completely destroying it. Most of the time, humans and Were-shifter's alike stab at our hearts and leave us for dead thinking that we are dead. Occasionally someone knows they should remove our heart, and then they foolishly don't know to destroy it. Either way, even a small undamaged piece left inside of our chest is enough for us to completely recover. Hell, some older stronger Nosferatu can even shove back in a damaged heart and can regenerate.

The third way to end a Nosferatu's life is also misconstrued. Of course that is our exposure to sunlight. All Nosferatu, even the very young can tolerate a little sunlight. It takes prolonged exposure to cause severe burns. It takes days upon days of exposure to cause death.

The final way, and most deadly way to kill a Nosferatu is the consumption of Were-Wolf blood. This is a secret that Nosferatu never share outside of our own race. If Were-Wolves, other Were-shifter's or even humans knew how deadly Were-Wolf blood was to us, they would use it to their advantage. That is why no one knows. Not even our allies. It is the Nosferatu's best kept secret.

The flip side of this is that Nosferatu's blood has some amazing benefits to human's and Were-shifter's. Our blood can extend a human's life ten times over and we can repair tissue damage to Were-shifter's that should be deadly. Not to mention that it is a better pain killer than anything known to man or Were-shifter's. That healing ability was the only thing that gave me hope for Joaquim. The damage from the beating and the hit and run were far too extensive for human medicine. If I had not arrived when I did... Well let's just say the humans would have conclusive evidence that they are not alone.

I took a deep breath and looked down at Joaquim again. I could see his body twitching and I knew my blood was having the desired effect. He was healing and most likely high as a kite. As such I knew I needed to make my move. Another advantage of being a Nosferatu is my speed. I can run zero to one hundred miles per hour in the blink of an eye. No one would even see me sprinting through the corridors. I lifted Joaquim in my arms and took one last look at his bandaged face before hauling ass out of St. Vincent's Hospital.