I'm the Bella to your Edward

[LittleDeadGrrl]

-The unofficial gossip on the Sabbat grapevine was that Trace, ductus of his own pack, shooting star of the Vegas pack had his own werewolf pet. Stories ranged in accuracy but the truth was that the vampire had survived a very near death experience because a raging pale haired wolf had torn through a bunch of ghouls mid daylight to save his pretty vampire ass from becoming extra crispy, KFC style. Trace heard the whispers as he walked into the Sabbat bar with Fenris on his arm. The metis finally had his leash loosened a little bit. He needed it and he slipped out of the hive knowing he couldn't bring the vampire down with him. It annoyed him especially with the revel coming back-

Did I forget to put on pants or something?

-He smirked. The bar quieted a bit. Unlike the bar they had gone to this one was almost exclusively vampire. It reeked of the undead and Fenris stuck out, smelling of the earth and life and the wilderness. He leaned into the vampire sighing up at the white haired creature full of want. He loved the vampire, knew it deep down, and knew they were tied in a way no one else could truly understand. Not even them. He knew what he was being viewed as some sort of pet and after careful consideration he felt it was a good thing. It'd make Trace look even better and he knew he could fuck with anyone he wanted and that was music to the ragabash's ear. He'd in fact carefully chosen his wardrobe as a prank today. Low slung tight jeans, a dark shirt full of holes that read "I love my men cold, dead, and sparkly", and a chain around his neck that was very bdsm playing on the fact he was a slave. Coupled with that half shaved head, the mohawk falling across half his face he looked stunning and deadly. He smiled up at Trace amused the vampire had raised a brow at his twilight t-shirt. They had broken through something the night Fen had saved him, some walls had come down, and the ragabash was coming out the play a little bit ... -

You have me all night ... I don't have to be home until tomorrow ...

-He wanted time alone with Trace. Besides, tonight he was supposed to listen to the vampires around him for any talk about some foreign vampire amongst their midst or any talk about another wolf being captured. He knew Enver's little friend had been captured and as much as he and the smaller galliard didn't get along nothing about a wolf being slave to a vampire appealed to him. He'd gut the vampire that was involved show them wolves were not chihuahua's. They weren't gonna be Caesar Milane'd by anyone. -

Do they have any food? I'm kinda starved ...

[Synistergrrl]

I should rip that fucking shirt off you... BUT.... I kinda think you want me to do that... and even more so, I don't think I want everyone staring at you like that...

~He had his arm around the wolf as they moved through the bar. He found them a seat, not too far in the back, actually in a good spot to see the whole bar. He pulled Trace into him lap, his fingers dancing up the wolf's side and back down across his hip.~

You are such a fucking tease, Fen....

~He purred those words into the wolf's ear. He had to admit that he preferred this Fen over the other. This Fen was less feral, less protective. He was more playful, more reasonable. But he knew the other part of Fen was still a part of him. He nuzzled into the wolf's neck, nipping playfully as if he meant to break the skin. The blood thing made him nervous when it came to the other one who wanted to share their blood and Trace knew deep down what that meant for Fen and he'd not do it.~

So... how long do we have to stay here? I know this seedy little hotel that we can go too....

~He purred the words into the wolf's ear. But then his head snapped up as one of the rival packs entered the bar. He cocked his head as the Ductus moved in closer to Trace and Fenris.~

How's it goin, Trace? Just trading in Em for a real wolf?

~The dark haired boy cocked his head as he let his dark coal eyes roam over Fen's form.~

Gotta say I can see why, Trace. I'd trade in that old cuss for this beautiful wolf any day....

~Trace sighed some as he looked up at the other vampire.~

Hello Dante.... And yes... this is Fenris... Em is still my second... and I'd be careful about calling Em names, Dante. He wasn't too happy the last time he caught you running your mouth.

~Trace gave a slight smile at that, reminding Dante that they'd done this before, gone round, and Dante's pack had come up short in the end.~

[LittleDeadGrrl]

You don't ... jealous?

-Fenris smirked up at the vampire grinning easily. He seemed more amused than anything but his little getup enjoying the way he teased the vampire and mocked the others. The wolf had a twisted sense of humor that came out more and more every day they knew one another. He crawled up on the vampire's lap nuzzling into his neck arching a bit into the touch as he moved his hips ever so slightly so he was grinding against the vampire grinning a bit ... -

Yeah, what else is new?

-He laughed enjoying the attention. His mood had lightened considerably since the whole fire incident but the truth was alot of it had to do with the fact his leash had been loosened. He could see Trace when he needed, when he wanted, and it relaxed him. He sighed into the vampire turning slowly as he claimed his lips in a long languid kiss purring at the talk about the seedy hotel. He smirked ... -

What about an actual nice hotel. Aren't you vamps supposed to be rich ... I want room service ...

-He was teasing the vampire with his hands and lips until he felt another presence. He followed Trace's gaze staring up at the other vampire with that faint smirk. He cocked his head at the remark about Em staring at Trace before he was addressed. He licked his lips leaning back a little bit those eyes flashing a bit wolfish ... -

Yeah ... what makes you think you could handle me and you wouldn't become puppy chow?

-He smirked a bit as Dante's second growled faintly .. -

Keep you wolf on a leash Trace ...

-Fenris's eyes narrowed faintly as he pushed up half crawling on the table. He stared across at the other vampire looking all animal in that moment. His head dipped a little bit as he growled. The bar seemed to quiet as Fenris stared down the vampires roughly. His gaze held a certain weight to it, the weight of a wolf old enough to have killed alot of vampires in his time. He only looked the part of the cub cause he was metis but he'd been a wolf a long long time and a BSD at that ... -

Watch how you talk to Trace or maybe I'll bring your fangs to him as a valentine's day present from me ...

-He didn't deny he was on a leash. He didn't care, he liked them thinking Trace owned him. Controlled him. It amused him and he knew the truth and more important he knew Trace had no such ambition.-

[Synistergrrl]

~Trace watched the wolf crawl up on the table looking ready to rip out the vampire's throat. He smiled, leaning back, his head cocking to look at Dante.~

I think you should keep your own pack in check, Dante. They've no idea what they are bringing down upon themselves....

~Dante snarled then, his eyes snapping from Fenris to Trace.~

You've no idea what you bring down upon us all. You're fucking insane... we all know it for sure now... keep your dog out of our bar.

~Trace smirked and then pushed up, leaning into Fenris.~

Bold words to say against the Bishop, Dante... this was his brilliance after all.... gotta say, It's one of his better ideas.

~The rest of the bar was quiet now, watching the two. But then Trace shrugged and pulled Fenris off the table.~

Come on, Fen....

~He purred the words as he tugged the wolf away from the table and towards the door. Once they were outside, the vampire lead the wolf to his car. Climbing in, he peeled out.~

Now... lets get back to what we were talking about. What makes you think I got any money at all? Hmmmm? But I know how to get some...

~He smirked as he drove like a bat out of hell. He took the wolf into Cam territory, just the two of them. He pulled into a nice neighborhood, the ones with the big houses that all looked alike. The funny thing was, it was the same neighborhood that Comit and Nikolai were in, not that Trace knew that. He found a good house, on a quiet deadend street and climbed out.~

Let's go see what kinda prizes we got inside, shall we?

~Now this was darker, more wicked fun. Dangerous too, but there was food for both inside and then whatever else they wanted too. He slung his arm around Fenris and started towards the backyard. As they passed through the front, Fenris would pick up the smell of a wolf. It was faint, as if one had passed through here, but this was no where near the Caern and certainly nowhere near the Hive. And what was most interesting was the smell of vampire that accompanied that wolfish smell.~

[LittleDeadGrrl]

-Fenris growled darkly as the vampires seemed to freeze. His head moved back and forth and the vampires could almost see the crinos form superimposed upon the humans. It was there, swishing it's tail, waiting to kill. Wanting to kill. Wanting to feel bones crush beneath its massive paws and of course if it managed to shift fully it'd be like a very small fish tank, full of fish, and one big shark. One big, hungry shark ... -

Where Trace goes ... I go .... and if I smell you on him I'll make sure every nasty thing out there has your smell ... you think you know hell vampire? My kind have danced down to its depths and fucked everything down there and given birth to some nice children ...

-He felt the tug on his arm and for a moment he didn't budge. He wanted to hunt but then slowly he slipped off the table leaning into Trace purring like a tamed kitten. He leaned into the vampire staring up with adoration as they left smirking ... -

Well aren't you like 200 years old or something ... haven't you managed to save like a million dollars by now. You should be treating me in style. Besides, in movies all vampires are rich and us wolves are poor and wild and sexy ...

-He grinned at the last part sitting in the car leaning one foot against he dashboard the other out the window as he relaxed back closing his eyes. He smirked when Trace said he knew where to get some. He grinned laughing as he danced next to the vampire ... -

Oooo ... fun fun fun ...

-He was never allowed out to play anymore. Wicked wicked fun. Fenris frowned slowly gazing around, his eyes narrowed a bit in confused as he moved around sniffing the air. His hand landed on Trace's chest ... -

wait ...

-He moved in towards the outside wall sniffing it before he dropped down on all fours sniffing the ground closing his eyes looking like a crazed human boy. He stood moving with that lightning speed as he stopped at a tree licking the bark. He tasted it slowly frowning as he gazed at the vampire ... -

Smell it ... wolf ... and vampire right behind ... or in front ... I can't tell ...

-He sniffed around slowly ... -

Doesn't smell like anyone I know ... and the vampire smell ... it reeks ... like ... fucker been dead way too long...

-He made a face. All vampires smelled a bit of the corpse to any wolf. Trace smelled mostly alive. He was too young. Em smelled a little more dead. A little more gross. This was ... too long on the embalming table gross. He sighed and shrugged. It was weird and it sent the hair on the back of his neck on edge but he wanted his night with Trace. He moved in leaning into the vampire with a smile ... -

Whatever ... let's go eat ... I'm hungry ...

[Synistergrrl]

I am NOT 200 years old! You're such a little shit.

~Trace growled at the wolf but there was a warm humorous in it. Trace was becoming very aware that this wolf was everything he could ever want. Fenris wasn't going to leave the city because he needed to travel. He wouldn't run off for weeks on end and not even bother to let Trace know where he was. Fenris was not Em, and probably for the first time in his undead life, Trace realized he actually had a companion who thought about him first, one that wouldn't leave him. It sent a chill down his spine.~

What?

~He wanted to get inside and murder this family and then have Fenris in the bloody mess afterwards. But here they were, stopping and Fen was bent over sniffing the ground as if it were the most natural thing in the entire world.~

Fen...get up...

~Trace growled. He'd not picked up the wolf scent, not right away, but that vampire smell hit him and he knew instantly who it was. He could see Fen was ready to just let it go, but Trace knew better. He reached out, tugging Fen back.~

Let's go, Fen. That is a very old vampire. We don't want to cross its path.

~Trace was ready to get the fuck out of there. He pulled Fen back towards the car.~

Come on. I'll take you somewhere else.

[LittleDeadGrrl]

-Fenris had smirked when the vampire had growled about being called 200. Touchy. Fen had to remember that and make fun of his age often. He had been leaning to the vampire content to have him close. The truth was he felt at peace around the vampire. Happy. He just felt like he was home and it was a nice feeling. He didn't feel like a burden to the vampire. He felt wanted and cherished. The wolf looked so strange on the ground but it was instinct taking over and a bigger part of Fen was animal than it was human ... -

Huh?

-He arched a brow when the vampire growled for him to get up and he did but then the vampire slipped. He arched a brow when he was tugged in and the vampire said he knew about this old vampire. he stopped him from running off ... -

Wait ... how come ... is he like from the other side? Who is he? I wanna know why he is on the path of a wolf ...

-He didn't budge staring around trying to eye the darkness ... -

So what's going on?

-He stared back at the vampire eyeing him closely unwilling to leave until he knew why Trace looked so spooked over just some fang. Trace never looked spooked, not even of his own bishop, not even of other werewolves ... that got Fen's attention-