Leather, Sand, and Blood

The Dream- Continued

"Lorelai?" She didn't recognize the voice, but clearly the person knew hers. Quickly shrugging the hand off of her, she faced the man, eyes finally lifting to see that it was the dark-haired biker, Dwayne. Instantly she felt bad for snapping at the quiet biker, but at the same time, it was in response to his rude comment. She gave him a meek smile, though he frowned in response, eyes quickly looking over her face in an attempt to figure out what was wrong.

"Hey Dwayne. Sorry about that, I didn't realize it was you." Even though she had the hood pulled tightly over her face and neck, she worried that he would be able to see the marks that were scattered over her neck, his dark eyes calculating and persistent in trying to locate what clearly had her distressed.

Dwayne had not been having a good night, that much was for sure. The moment they all woke up for the night, Paul and Marko had gotten on his nerves with their loud antics. Then when it was clear that the girl was not showing up for the night, David fell into one of his moods. Dwayne knew that David had no control over the human and that meant it wasn't certain that she would show up, but he wouldn't try to tell the blond that, not unless he wanted a fight on his hands. So when the time came to go hunt, he fell away from his brothers, wanting some peace and quiet for the first time that night. Normally after feeding his mood improved, but if anything, he grew more agitated, so when a small figure bumped into him, he couldn't help but snap at them, eyes flaring bright orange. Of course, the small figure hadn't even moved him, but it didn't mean it still didn't annoy him; he was standing perfectly still, watching the water across the beach, and this pathetic human somehow managed to run into him. The person hadn't noticed his eyes nor his face as it began to change, too busy trying to find something that had fallen, but the moment he heard the voice, he shifted back, shocked. Her tone lashed out at him, sharp and clearly pissed off, but there was an edge to her voice, something was off. Lorelai's emotions poured out of her, exhaustion, fear, and anger mixed together and hitting him with a force that almost sent him stumbling backwards; how could a human so small have this much turmoil within her? Then it hit him, the scent of blood lingered around her, both fresh and old. When she finally faced him, he tried to pinpoint its location, but he couldn't figure it out, and the scent of it almost caused him to shift once more. It was sweeter than anything he had ever encountered before.

The longer they stood in the silence, the more uncomfortable Lorelai became, shifting from one foot to the next and playing with her fingers inside of the jacket's pockets. Dwayne's dark eyes finally stopped moving, landing directly on her neck, the one spot that she was trying to hide the most. Something flashed in his eyes, and Lorelai could have sworn that his eyes turned a different color, like the same orange yellow from her dream. But she quickly pushed the thought aside, passing it off as her nightmare still out to scare the crap out of her.

"Are you alright?" Lorelai opened and closed her mouth a few times, thinking over his question. Was she alright? Sure, she was tired, there was no hiding that fact, but mentally she felt drained and physically her neck throbbed with pain and she could tell by the warm feeling sliding down her neck that the cuts were bleeding again. Before she got a chance to lie to Dwayne and tell him that everything was alright, loud laughter echoed from behind her, cutting her off. Lorelai knew that laugh; it wasn't one that you could forget. She mentally cursed herself for staying here to talk; of course, if she was here talking to one of the guys, the others would show up eventually, they were a package deal and right now, she didn't have the energy to handle all four of them, she could barely handle the tamest one of the group.

"Hey Dwayne, what do you have here?" She knew it was Paul and while he was probably just having some good fun, she couldn't help but shiver at the way he said the sentence, almost as if there was some other meaning behind his words. He quickly darted around her, frowning slightly as he looked over her form. She knew he didn't recognize her in the moment, not with her hair tucked neatly into the hood and her body hidden under the large clothing she wore, but when he bent down to look at her face in the lights, a smile bloomed over his face. "Lorelai! Girl where have you been, I missed you today!" He pulled her in tightly for a hug, throwing Lorelai off balance and causing her to stumble into him. She was too surprised to stop him, but after a few seconds of him not letting go, she tapped him lightly on the back, getting him to finally let her go, or at least pull her away from the hug, his hands remained on her shoulders. She laughed slightly as she looked up at the wild blond, though there was no emotion behind it at all and it sounded off, even to her ears.