Issue # 25- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp


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With sluggish steps his black boots cross the clubs floor and he nestles himself behind her, pushing his hips into her bare bottom as he hears her claws begin to gouge into the underside of the table. Mikel reaches down to find a handful of her thick gray hair and she growls dangerously as he jerks her head back yet her body reacts in passionate gyrations to his dominance.

“Where is Gallo?” he asks heaving her up to his wide chest by her hair and placing the barrel of a Glock to her glistening temple.”Answer me now bitch or I WILL splatter your feral brains over the bar!”

“Sanctimonious bastard!” she seethes and he puts a bit more pressure to her temple with the barrel.”He left here last night with two human girls. I don`t know where they went!”

“Guess then,” Rayvenwing replies beside her ear thankful that he had bedded Ephra recently for those notorious pheromones were making it very difficult to remain focused on his search and not the sensual black she-cat splayed open begging him for it. Even now he has to move away from her heat and feminine core as he finds himself swelling while his mind weakens.”Guess quickly!”

She hisses as he winds her hair tighter for greater emphasis.”Eighty-fourth and Mead! That`s where he takes them, the humans. It`s a warehouse that he lives above. He feeds there after giving them what they want. Now are you going to shoot me or have me Rayvenwing? I feel both guns are ready.”

“Call me after your next flea dip,” he whispers into her ear then shoves her from him, backing to the door with the Glock pointed at her as he goes. Only a jack-ass turns their back on an ani-morph, especially one he just spurned! As his hand locates the clattering door behind him she falls to the floor on all fours, her livid golden eyes on him momentarily before turning to dive into one of the freshly killed.

Mikel sweeps from Sister Mary`s club, slamming the door tightly as he rips the bandanna from his face. He exhales slowly taking a moment to allow the cold wind to blow away the smells of death and the heat of his arousal.

“That was too close by far,” he mutters pushing a handgun back into the holster tight to his left side. Once he has his body and mind back in mediocre control he finds his Rover and drops into it. His next stop was across town, on the western border of Leadville.

Finding he needs music he paws in the glove box, trying to ignore the snow lying on his seats and finds a CD. Not caring who or what he crams it into the player, Sepultura screams to life and he wonders how Erick was faring back home in the shadow realms.

“Hopefully he`ll avoid the succubae,” he mutters spinning out of the lot and heading west.