Arrival of the Prophecy, page 4
“I’ve never seen him act like that before,” Sky explained, as she turned on the kitchen light.
“I would bet that he has never met a werewolf before either,” Anthony replied, following her into the kitchen.
“You really believe that you’re really an actual werewolf don’t you? I know what we talked about back at my work, I even believe some of it, but aren’t you taking the whole turning into a big wolf thing a bit too far?”
“Here I thought we had an understanding,” he said walking up behind her as she put coffee grounds into the coffee pot. “Is this better?” Then he growled a deep guttural sound that could only be made by a wild animal.
She jumped spilling coffee grounds everywhere, letting out a small surprising yelp at the same time. He suddenly took her in his arms from behind, holding her in a tight embrace, then started a slow growl right next to her ear. He could feel Sky’s heart speed up, and smell the fear that radiated from her as he snapped his teeth together. She trembled in his arms not only from the fear of the unworldly presence at her back, but from the fact that she was finding what he was doing, seductively arousing. She turned in his arms and looked up at him. He then sat her up on the counter spreading her legs, and pulling her as close to him as he could.
“I’m pleased to see this look in your eyes,” he said massaging her thighs. “I am sorry about the dramatics that I used at my home.”
“Boy was I pissed about that. I wish you would have tried to explain things first, but to be honest, after I had time to calm down, I was a little flattered that you would want someone like me,” she explained, lowering her eyes.
“I find you more beautiful every time I look at you,” he said smoothing his hand closer to her hip. “Why wouldn’t I want you?”
Sky pushed him back and hopped off the counter, excusing herself to use the bathroom. Anthony cleaned up the mess that he caused her to make and finished making the coffee while she was in the other room.
Sky stood in the bathroom pacing every few minutes, thinking about how his hands felt going up her thighs, giving her chills all over her body. She looked in the mirror, then wiped off the lipstick that had smeared when he kissed her back at work. “All this time,” she thought. She sat down on lid of the closed toilet and took off the boots that were now killing her feet. She pulled out the sweats from the hamper that she’d worn the night before. Once she took off the skirt, she slowly pulled the knee high stocking down over the wound that had gotten progressively worse throughout the day, then decided it might be better to put something else on so that Anthony could take a look.
She got up and looked out the bathroom door then snuck into her bedroom down the hall, wearing only her shirt and panties, and grabbed a pair of shorts out of the dresser, putting them on as well as changing into a tank top. She then went back to the kitchen where Anthony waited, setting at the table.
“I need you to take a look at this if you will?” she said sitting in the chair next to Anthony. “I think you may have scratched me with something rusty.”
The wound had turned blackish in color, with red spider web type lines crawling up her leg to mid-thigh, coming from several areas of the wound. Anthony took her leg, lifting it up he layed it across his lap. He ran his hand over her upper thigh where the red lines ended and traced them to the place where they began, stopping right before his hand touched the initial wound. He circled the wound with the tips of his fingers, closing his eyes, remembering the taste of her blood, then slowly opened them turning his head slightly in her direction.
“Is it painful?”
“Not too much, it itches more than anything,” she replied, reaching down to scratch.
He took her hand before she could touch her leg and raised it to his mouth. He kissed the back with his lips at first, and then with a quick dash of his tongue, he licked her flesh. He turned her hand palm up, running his cheek around her delicate touch until she gripped his face in response. He lowered her leg back to the floor while going to his knees as he did so, placing one of his hands on each of her knees. He shuffled forward, spreading her legs slightly until he was touching his chest to hers. She sat there allowing this intimate action to play out, not knowing what to do other than wait with nerve racking anticipation to see what he was going to do next.
“I’m going to teach you so many things,” he said, nuzzling his nose into the hair that was lying next to her neck, while gently running his thumb under the edge of her shorts on the top of her thigh.
“Anthony.” Sky took a deep breath and rolled her head to the side. “I can’t...I mean...please, wait.” She suddenly stood and almost fell trying to get out of the chair.
“Why? I can feel your desire for me,” he seductively concluded standing up and backing her into the corner.
“Yeah, well my morals are stronger than my feelings right now,” she quickly added putting her hand on his chest.
“You’re so intoxicating that I find myself becoming drunk off your essence,” he said leaning into her hand.
“They call it something else where I come from.” She slipped right under his arm and into the living room.
Anthony knew that it was her denial that drove him mad with desire. He had never been turned down by a mortal. It was a moment he had been waiting for his entire adult life. When he was a young teen, having whatever woman he wanted was something that all males, human and wolf alike, couldn’t get enough of. But, when a wolf boy becomes a man, they look for their one true mate, the mate that stays with them until death and carries the half of their soul that makes them complete. The earth mother that gives all unnatural creatures that belong to her, the gift of life, breaks the souls in half at the time of birth and that broken soul searches throughout their life until it can be mended and made whole. Anthony could feel them becoming one, even if she didn’t realize it yet. Though he couldn’t stop thinking how hard it was, and would be for others to believe that a young human had what he needed to make him the true king of his people. The guilt of laying the mark on her, weighted heavy on his heart as his mind recalled the reality and importance of why he did what he had done.
He pulled his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it, then taking it off and tossing it over the back of Doc’s chair. Afterwards he walked over and sat down on the couch and removed his boots, as Sky watched him from the center of the room.
“Why are you getting undressed?”
“I’m just getting comfortable while you start our dinner,” he replied, reclining, putting his arm over the back of the couch and his feet up on the coffee table.
“You’re too damn spoiled for your own good. You can call for a Pizza. I’m going to go put something on my leg.” She walked down the hall, shutting the bathroom door with force.
“Her leg,” he murmured, then got up and followed her to the bathroom. “Can I come in?”
“You had your chance, I’ll do it myself,” she called out with anger evident in her voice.
“Sky, I can’t help that touching you made me forget. Please, I’m sorry, can I come in?” he pleaded.
The doorknob turned and she opened the door looking up at him. She was wearing her housecoat, deciding not to take any chances with him being able to see her body. She really, only wanted help with her leg.
He walked into her very girly, very small bathroom, and told her to sit up on the counter so he could get a better look. She nodded, letting him help with the understanding that he would be a gentleman and tend to her wound and nothing else. He took the peroxide that she had sitting beside her, then placed her leg over the sink and poured a substantial amount over the wound. She hissed out in pain as the liquid started to foam and sizzle. He looked in her medicine cabinet for some gauze, not finding any, and when he asked if she had a first aid kit, all she said was, “sorry”.
“What would you do if you cut yourself cooking?” he asked, drying her leg with a wash cloth.
“I eat a lot of stuff out of the freezer. I just heat it up in the microwave, can’t get hurt too bad doing that.”
“I think this will be fine in a few days,” he lied, holding the true knowledge in his eyes, while smiling at her.
“It seems to be getting worse every time I look at it,” she said turning her leg out so she could see it better. “I think I may need to see my Doctor.”
“Trust me, it will get better.”
“If it’s not better by tomorrow I may just go on in and have it looked at,” she claimed getting off the counter. “I’m starving, I’m going to go call for that pizza. You like pepperoni?”
“I love any type of meat,” he replied, with the first worried look since meeting Sky.
After calling in their dinner, Sky began looking through the movies while Anthony poured them both a cup of coffee. He was grateful and relieved to see that Shy was not overly worried with her leg, but he had every reason to be concerned by her going to her doctor. The last thing he needed was to have her blood-work examined by any normal. He had to find a way to take her mind off of the damage that her body was rapidly going through until her final change. Maybe he could talk her into going to one of his doctors to get her something for the pain that she would soon start experiencing.
The doorbell rang, coaxing Anthony out of the thoughts that he was having. Sky yelled out that she would get it and grabbed her purse. She answered the door thinking it was the pizza delivery, but started backing up, clinching her purse to her chest as soon as she saw that it wasn’t. Three tall men in expensive suits stood wearing looks of pure rage on their faces. Anthony set his cup on the coffee table and pulled Sky behind him.
“What are you doing here, Timothy?” Anthony asked in a serious tone, a tone that Sky hadn’t heard before.
“Tory told me of your findings and by the smell of this one,” he said pointing at Sky behind Anthony’s back. “You have already marked your claim.”
“This is none of your affair, so take your goons and go,” Anthony demanded in the form of an animalistic growl.
“If your decision affects the clan, you make it my business,” Timothy replied stepping closer to Anthony, showing his teeth as he spoke.
“I will challenge any wolf to the death that interferes with my decisions...even you my brother,” he growled stepping up to his brother’s chest, snapping his teeth that had started to elongate.
Sky couldn’t see Anthony’s face from where she stood, but she knew that something had changed by the way he sounded and the way he stood with his shoulders slightly hunched over. His back rose and fell in a different way; it was if he needed to take deeper, faster breaths. She looked down and saw his hands reform into the same shape that she had seen back at the house and became a true believer in what Anthony had been trying to tell her, at that very moment. His once human fingers now had three inch, black talon like claws and were twice as long. The bones morbidly snapped and popped as they transformed right before her eyes. Sky summoned every ounce of courage she had, placing her hand on Anthony’s back. She instantly felt him start to calm down. Timothy on the other hand, was being held by the two huge men that stood at his side.
“Don’t threaten me, Anthony, we aren’t children anymore and father isn’t here to pull me off of you,” Timothy said through clenched teeth, trying his best to pull away from the arms that firmly held him.
“You’re right, we aren’t children,” Anthony replied, standing straighter. He continued speaking with a calmer tone. “But, it was a promise, not a threat. I order you two to get him out of my sight, before I bring you both up on charges of conspiracy.”
Both men bowed their heads in unison, then dragged a yelling, Timothy down the hallway away from Sky’s apartment. Anthony shut the door then put his head against it, with his claw like hand still on the knob. It wasn’t until he felt Sky’s hand on his back for the second time, that he released the knob and turned around. She wrapped her arms around his waist, while he wrapped his arms around her upper body and laid his head down on top of hers.
“What a dick,” Sky said, making her own observation. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before. I thought you were going to wolf out all the way for a minute there.”
“I almost did. If you hadn’t put your hand on me, your apartment would need to be remodeled right now,” he replied, walking with her over to the couch.
“What did your brother mean when he said you already ‘marked your claim’?” Sky asked as they sat down together.
“He was talking about the mark on your leg,” he replied, thinking he might as well just tell her and get it over with. “You’re infected.”
“I know, you can tell by looking, it’s infected,” she replied, completely ignorant to what he was trying to say.
“I don’t mean that form of infection...I mean, I infected you when I scratched your ankle.”
“What are you saying, Anthony?” she asked, sitting up on the edge of the couch.
“My clan will not accept a normal human as one of its own. They never have, not once in all of our history. I can’t tell you enough that we are meant to be together, my soul is the other half of yours, which means you were meant to be one of us all along,” he compassionately explained, taking her hands into his.
“So you infected me without my knowledge?” She stood up. “That’s like having aids and sleeping with someone first, then divulging the information.”
The doorbell rang for the second time that afternoon, causing Sky to jump so bad she let out a small yelp. She stood where she was while Anthony answered the door, relieved that this time it was the pizza delivery boy. Sky was biting her lip, thinking about the subject that they had just talked about, with as much curiosity as she had contempt for what he had done. She watched as Anthony set the pizza, that neither one of them wanted anymore, on the table. He picked up his shirt, then he walked over and started putting on his boots.
“Are you leaving?” she asked, closing her house coat tighter.
“I think it would be best. You have a lot to think about. Besides, I believe I just blew the mood, so to speak.”
“You know it really stinks that you can get into my head. Of course I’m upset, you just told me that...I’m going to change to…like your hands…” she paused. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” She ran as fast as she could to the bathroom.
When she came out after losing what she’d eaten for lunch that day, Anthony was gone. A note stood next to the salt shaker on the table.
I will send my car to pick you up tomorrow night around eight, dress comfortable.
Until then, Anthony
Sky stuck the note on the refrigerator, then took out a soda. She grabbed up the box of pizza and went to her room setting everything on the bed, before going back and turning out the lights and locking all the locks on the front door. The one thing she didn’t want to see again was Anthony’s crazed brother and his huge goons. What the hell have I got myself into? she thought crawling up onto the bed, hissing at the pain that was creeping up her leg. “He is awful cute though, isn’t he, Doc?”
Chapter Five
Sky didn’t go into work the next day, because she was in far too much pain. The red lines were up to the middle of her back and stomach, and her leg was swollen twice its normal size. She started to panic when she remembered hearing that if you get blood poisoning and the lines reached your heart, you died. She hurriedly called her doctor first, then Anthony. She informed Anthony that her doctor told her to get to the emergency room as soon as possible.
Anthony explained why she couldn’t, and sent his car for her immediately. By the time the driver arrived, Sky was too weak to walk down the staircase, and the driver had to carry her. What no one realized was that her neighbor from across the hall had been calling her step mother, telling her everything that she had witnessed over the past few days and nights. Including the night Sky went out, Anthony’s short stay and the three strange men turning up and starting trouble. Now that Sky looked ill and was being carried in the arms of a strange looking man that was huge in stature, the busy-body was frantically dialing the number to Sky’s step mother’s cell phone.
Sky’s step mother, Bonny, called Sky’s father insisting that he meet her at Sky’s apartment with the extra set of keys to find out what was going on. He did as she asked meeting her as well as Tiffany, Sky’s step sister, who started going through her things as soon as they were in her apartment. Henry stayed in the kitchen talking to the neighbor lady, while Bonny and Tiffany went through Sky’s bedroom and personal belongings. Bonny hoped to find some form of a clue as to her whereabouts.
“I bet she’s into drugs,” Tiffany remarked, going through Sky’s panty drawer.
“Did you hear what Annie said about the men that have been here the last few nights?” Bonny replied, opening the closet.
“I can’t believe a man would even come up to this place, much less date a toad like her,” Tiffany laughed, pulling out a pair of white granny type panties.
“Oh please, look at this,” Bonny added snickering, holding up a yellow and green striped sun dress that looked like it morphed straight out of the seventies. “It must have been the old hags. Found plenty of this trash when I first moved in with Henry.”
Both women cracked up laughing so hard that Henry left Annie sitting at the table to find out what was going on. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, Bonny placed the dress back into the closet, while Tiffany closed the dresser drawer, both shutting down the huge smiles they had on their faces. Bonny stuck her nose back into the closet, because she didn’t like the stern look that Henry was giving her. He looked over at Tiffany who snobbishly looked down her nose and walked over to where her mother stood, pretending to look for something. Henry slammed the door so hard when he walked out, that both women let out a small yelp, jumping around, before looking at each other and bursting out laughing.
