Post by Synistergrrl on May 11, 2013 23:43:39 GMT -5
~The call came sometime close to 3am. Ciaran knew it was coming. He’d been expecting it. So when it happened, well it wasn’t exactly surprising. They had left him in New York, sure that they’d find the pack or atleast a pack somewhere in Montana. That’s where they’d been told anyways by that fucking Anthony in New York. But the Volturi were after any wolves, not just specifics ones. That was the thing that Jean Luc would never understand. The Volturi just wanted werewolf blood, it didn’t matter where that blood came from. His petty vengeance was little more than an excuse. But Ciaran had at one point, his own agenda. But, that had changed, hadn’t it. Now, the idea of going back to Paris and living under Jean Luc or the Volturi’s thumb was not at all appetizing. Infact, he was dreading it. So why not just disappear. Oh, Jean Luc would know, realize the slight and want to kill him for it, but he’d not venture here himself, not really, or well, least Ciaran didn’t think he would. And once the Volturi had their wolves, well they’d not come back either, not for a long time and not for some petty vengeance that Jean Luc himself wasn’t willing to take on.~
~So where did that leave Ciaran? Well he could stay there with Em and the others. And he liked Finn, he honestly did. So he would stay with the younger vampire for awhile. Or at the very least until he was so bored he couldn’t see straight. It helped that Corbin distracted him, but it had been Em that had really given him the idea of what he was going to do. He’d stay right there, with Em, Corbin and Finn. He’d be part of the pack, they already considered him such. And eventually he’d either leave alone or with Finn. In the meantime, he’d send the Volturi right to Harlin’s front door. They’d come and not all but a lot of that pack would be slaughtered. And if Ciaran was really lucky, if the Devil just wanted to smile on him, Harlin’s bitch would be bitten and turned. Ciaran was almost giddy with that thought. He wanted Harlin to suffer, to hurt as badly as he did. To feel the same pain, just so Ciaran could feel justified in his own pain.~
No…. Virginia… near Appalachia. That’s the little town. The pack lives there. No… it’s big, very big. You’ll likely lose a life. But you’ll get what you want.
~The snort on the other end of the line just made the Ciaran smirk. He knew good and well that one or two of these Volturi would end up dead. But several of the wolves would end up dying as well. Ciaran briefly wondered if Corbin would want to kill him if Colt was killed as well. He wasn’t sure if he even really cared.~
No… I’m not going back to Paris yet. I find that I like kinda like these wild Untied States. Oh… no I will.
~He hung up the phone, pleased with himself. He moved back towards the bed. Setting his phone down, he moved back onto the bed, dropping down next to Corbin who was snoring softly. His hand reached out to dust down the coyote’s spine. He was warm, like Harlin, but it wasn’t the same. There was something about that wolf that made Ciaran weak. And he hated him for it, or atleast he tried to convince himself of that. He moved in closer to Corbin for a moment, closing his eyes and letting that heat radiate over him. He could almost imagine Harlin there. But then Corbin moved and the coyote smelled so different from Harlin that it ruined that moment. Ciaran sighed in annoyance and then pushed up, crawling onto the Coyote, pushing him roughly to wake up. When Corbin grumbled, coming slowly, groggily awake, he’d not even get the chance to ask what the fuck was going on before Ciaran was claiming his lips, pinning him down and roughly trying to own him. It was really more of instigating a fight. It was a way to burn that anger out of him. He knew Corbin would take it and give it back just as much. It was really the only time he wasn’t thinking about Harlin, that was the only thing that took his mind off the pain he was in.~