Jeremiah - W.I.P -

Chapter 3 unedited

CHAPTER THREE

The room they held up in was simply that. A small room built in the middle of the woods in a territory that Tatiana told Jeremiah was told to be unsafe. There was no house surrounding it. It was odd in its solidarity and along with the land it sat on, it had been deserted by its people and neither wolf nor vampire went there due to superstitions of the bad luck it would bring. They both joked about how their luck was already in the shitter and that no further harm could possibly come to them. Neither of them believed this to be true, they both knew that things could always get worse. The moment you stopped believing that to be true, was usually the exact point in time that life would chose to prove you wrong. She told him that the most she ever came across while staying there was human teenagers looking to have sex and get drunk. More than a few times she had to sleep outside of her claimed shelter because they would pass out inside after drunken orgies. She’d thought of shifting and scaring the shit out of them but that would open up an entire new can of worms. She had to keep her identity and location unknown.

Tatiana had clearly being holding up in the room for some time. She had food and drink stashed inside of the floor boards along with a few changes of clothes. When she entered the room she’d already had her habits set. Shoes off at the door (he followed suit) jacket on the broken chair and band pulled from her hair allowing it to flow down her back. It had really grown since he last saw her. She usually kept it short for the possibility of battle but he knew more than anyone how life on the run could cause a wolf to change.

“So how long?” He stood by the door barefooted and waiting for her to finish checking her points.

“How long what?” She turned on him and pulled a small cooler from inside of the old chimney.

“How long have you been out here?” He smiled as she handed him a beer that was actually chilled. “How the hell did you manage to get ice out here?”

“I thought we weren’t doing questions.” She cracked a cool one open for herself. “I told you, drunken teenagers. They come and while they sex it up, I raid their stuff. Last night was a big one, at least 20 of them.”

“Interesting, I see you picked a fine spot for yourself here. Curse or not, and yes we weren’t doing questions but you see, I have a way of changing my mind.” He tapped his finger on the side of his head and she cocked her head a bit.

“Yeah well, I haven’t changed mine.” She smirked as his reply. She had to have been imagining it. For a moment he reminded her of the wolf who helped her kill the vampire bitch that had killed her sister. It was the reason she was in hiding. She chalked it up to a still guilty conscious of everything she’d done wrong.

“Come on, Tot.” He pulled another chair from the corner, it was broken as well but looked a lot more stable than the one she’d tossed her jacket on.

“Don’t call me that, Jeremiah. It’s not fair.” She smiled at the old nickname he’d given her.

“How about I go first? I tell you my shame and you tell me yours.”

“Yours had better be good.” She laughed and shook her head in disbelief. Tatiana had never thought she would see him again and now they were casually sipping bears as if no time had passed. She’d thought about what would happen if he ever decided to drop in on her. Time and time again she imagined the scenarios, one day her thoughts would lead her on a sexual encounter full of howls and orgasms. Then there were the days when she needed him more than ever and he was not there for her. Those days she imagined planting her boot in his face. But in that moment, staring across the small bit of ruin that she had claimed for herself to the man who had haunted her for decades, all she could think was how she never wanted him to leave her side again.