9 comments/ 29060 views/ 19 favorites The Mark Ch. 01 By: IvoryOrchid "Is this her?" "Yeah, that's her." Christian didn't look up to watch the man's expression as he so often did when a client presented a job. He could tell a lot from how the job was presented to him. If the guy was cool, expressionless then the job would be easy. He'd get it done and get the money, just like that he'd make a cool five grand. But there were other clients that were filled with remorse, those were the tough ones. He never knew if they'd pull out, or stiff him. He didn't like dealing with the ambivalent type. Today all he could think about was the mark. He stared down at the black and white picture and said nothing for several moments. She was beautiful. She had long dark hair and dark eyes that didn't look to be brown, maybe hazel. She had a handful of freckles sprinkled across her face, making her pale skin stand out. The picture was of her husband, his client, and she standing together on a dock next to a boat named Eternity. His client had his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her affectionately. That made him smile. He could tell that she was petite. She was about six inches shorter than her husband, which puts her in the neighborhood of 5'5". She had a tiny waist, long legs, big breasts, and hips that you could grab onto under more intimate circumstances. Right away he liked her. He knew she couldn't weigh more than 115 lbs. Finally Christian looked up. "You're a hundred percent positive that you want this done? I don't want you getting squeamish half way through this and decide to see a marriage councilor instead of me doing my job. Do you understand?" The man lit a cigarette with a shaky hand, nodding in agreement with everything he's said. "Yeah, I understand how this works. I want this done," he paused and finally looked at him, "I won't get squeamish." The faintest curl of the man's lip told Christian that he was dead serious. With a small nod he put the picture in his briefcase and sat it beside him on the vinyl seat of the booth they were sitting in. The jukebox played behind his client. The noise was appreciated; he didn't want anyone overhearing any of his business. Christian folded his hands on the top of the table and looked the man directly in the eye. For a moment he wondered how he got a woman like his wife, Danielle was her name. His client, Michael, was a balding, overweight, middle aged man who wore too much gold jewelry and drank one too many beers. He had a scar above his right eye, which drew attention away from the only interesting part of his face, his eyes. He figured after a couple of seconds into looking at their picture, by their boat, by the size of her ring, and for the large amount of money he was offered to kill her that she was with him for the money. Over cheese omelets it was explained to him that the reason he wanted his wife dead was a cliche. He had another woman that he wanted to be with and there was no prenuptial agreement. That meant that she'd get half of whatever he had or more. He knew that Michael was the type of man that always had to win and there's no way he would let his wife take anything from him. He took from her what he wanted and now he had moved on to another, what he assumed to be beautiful woman. The stories never really mattered to him. He was there to do one thing, kill. He wasn't there to coddle the fucking client. "When do you want this done?" As always his voice was devoid of emotion. "I've arranged to go out of town next week." The lack of emotion in Michael's voice matched Christian's. He lit another cigarette and Christian noticed that his hand had stopped shaking. "Fine. You go out of town and I'll take care of the rest." "Here's the information you wanted about her. Where she goes during the day, what she does. I also put the code to our security system in there." Michael tossed a large manila envelope across the table and pointed to it as he spoke. "All the information on her is there." Christian looked at it for a moment before slipping it into his briefcase. Michael started to get up. "Sit down." Christian said in his usual tone. Michael sat down without question. "I need at least half up front. When I get what I want you'll get what you want." "I don't have that kind of cash on me now but I can send it wherever you want." Michael said nervously. Christian leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at his client with a hard expression. "Are you fucking me?" "What?" Michael asked in a surprised tone. "Are you trying to bend me over and fuck me?" Christian repeated the question with more detail. "No.. I ju." Christian cut him off before he could finish by slamming his fist into the table. A few people turned their heads, which warranted a harsh look of "mind your own fucking business" from Christian. They turned away and he looked back at Michael. "You ask for a meeting and you come without money. That isn't professional, Mike." Michael looked at him, beads of sweat forming on his brow. Christian knew he was nervous. He said nothing but let Christian speak. "What I want from you is 2500 hundred dollars in cash in this.." he paused to write a P.O. box number on a napkin, "address, in this box by tomorrow 6 p.m. If you don't I'll assume you don't want to hire me and you've contracted someone else." He glared at Michael. "I don't allow my clients to look elsewhere; do you understand what I've just said?" Michael only nodded. "Good." Christian got up and walked out, leaving the napkin and his new client at the table. It was ten thirty when the sermon let out. Flocks of people headed towards the four exits, leaving Dani stuck to try and maneuver through them towards the door. She knew that she'd be waiting for a while. It was almost as bad as rush hour. Dani was pushed backward and fell against someone. Embarrassed she turned around quickly to apologize. She looked up into the face of one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. He was tall, maybe 6'3", which meant he towered over her. His hair was slicked back and for a moment she was taken aback by the color. It was white blonde, she thought for a moment that he must dye it but his roots were the same color as the tips. If he did bleach he did a great job. She met his eyes and noticed they were such a gray that they looked like liquid silver. Her eyes moved to his lips, which she saw moving, but she didn't hear a thing he said. The movement, the fullness, hypnotized her. "Are you alright?" He said as he reached his hand out to steady her. She smiled up at him and nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push into you. It's just so.." She was pushed into him again, "so crowded in here." She said on a laugh. He laughed with her and held her close as if protecting her. "Why don't we try to get out together? Two probably have a better chance than one." She laughed and nodded, "you're probably right." They made there way to the door and in a matter of minutes they were out and greeted by the warmth of the sun. She turned and smiled at him, "thanks. I couldn't have done it without you." He gave her a smile to match her own, bright and friendly. "I'm always willing to help a damsel in distress." He winked at her and she smiled. "Well I should be going." She turned to walk away but stopped and looked back, "thank you again." She turned around and started to walk towards her car. "Hey, wait." He said as he made his way after her. She turned and looked at him, her expression one of curiosity. "Yes?" She asked. He stopped in front of her, the smile still on his face, "can I take you out for a cup of coffee or something?" "That's really nice, but I can't." Her smile faded. "Is there something else you have to do?" He asked, his smile faltering only slightly. She looked away for a moment, then back up at him. She lifted her left hand to show him the diamond ring on her third finger, "I'm married." He laughed, "Well if that's the only problem then please have lunch instead of coffee with me. I promise it's just a bite to eat. I have someone waiting for me at home too." He smiled and lifted his hand to show her his own ring. The sight of his ring made her feel comfortable. "Well I suppose a cup of coffee, but not lunch, won't hurt." He smiled, "wonderful. Did you drive?" She nodded. "Great, would you like to follow me?" "Alright." She was hesitant. Dani lifted the coffee cup to her lips and took a small sip. She smiled at him. "So, Mr. Rebelle, have you been going to the church for long? I haven't seen you before." He smiled as he put his own cup down. "Call me Christian, please. I've only recently started going to church. I decided that my life is a mess on its own so why not put it into God's hands, right?" "That's a wonderful way to think about God." He was glad that she impressed and rolled with the preaching. The coffee turned into lunch which turned into a walk in the park and then dinner. The night air was cool, and Dani appreciated that as it blew through her window. The day had been hotter than usual and it was nice to finally cool down. She lay in bed that evening thinking of Christian. She smiled as she went through their day together in her mind. She wondered if she'd see him again before her husband came back into town. Christian watched her as she walked into the supermarket and smiled to himself. Not only was she beautiful but she was sweet and intelligent and very funny. He still had a hard time believing that her husband would want her dead so he could be with another woman. He couldn't imagine another woman being better than her. He waited for a couple minutes before entering the store. He didn't want to seem too obvious. He found her in the cereal isle and "accidentally" bumped his cart into hers. Dani looked up and found to her pleasant surprise Christian standing in the isle she was in. "Well it seems we keep running into each other." He smiled at her, "I guess I wasn't looking where I was going this time. Sorry about that." "It's alright. I guess it's only fair." He looked in her basket. "So I guess you're having pork chops for dinner. Lucky lady." She glanced into his cart and laughed, "frozen dinner, eh? I bet your wife does all the cooking." He grinned, "well I'm not much for cooking. So the microwave is my best friend." "Well it's a shame that you're eating that junk. You should have a home cooked meal." She stopped and wondered if she should invite him for dinner, then decided it wouldn't hurt if she did. "I hope this isn't out of line but would you like to join me? This is more than enough food for two. It'd be nice to have the company." He saw the faint blush on her cheeks and that made him grin. "I'd love to. To be honest I'm sick of this "junk". She smiled at him then. "Wonderful." She took a piece of paper and a pen from her purse and wrote her address here. Around six o'clock would be great." With a small and a wave she went on her way. It was six thirty when he arrived. She answered the door and he felt his breath catch in his throat. She was stunning. She was wearing a long sleeved white silk button down shirt which was tucked into a black knee length skirt. The shirt was enough to show her amble breasts. He mesmerized by the way her nipples pressed against the light material. He then let his eyes move down and he saw that she was wearing a knee length black skirt with black pumps and no panty hose. His eyes finally met hers and he smiled, handing her a bottle of wine. "Thank you. Please come in." She said as she accepted the wine and moved aside to let him in the door. "It smells wonderful in here." He said as he removed his jacket and laid it over the back of a couch. "Thanks. Dinner's almost ready. Make yourself comfortable." She yelled back to him as she walked into the kitchen. A couple minutes later she walked back in and handed him a glass of wine in a crystal glass with a long stem. He accepted graciously and watched her walk back into the kitchen. He loved to watch her walk; he loved the way she moved. The way her ass looked in the skirt. He caught himself in the middle of the thought and shook it from his head. What was he thinking? He couldn't think of her as anything more than a job. He watched her as she set the dinner places and brought out the food. She told him that everything was ready and he sat at the table and watched her as she sat down. Dinner seemed to fly by. The conversation was great and the food was even better. He leaned back against his chair and watched her finish her last bite. He laid his napkin on the table and grinned at her as she met his eyes. "This was the best dinner I've had in years." She laughed nervously but smiled at him. "I hardly doubt that but thank you for the compliment." They were silent for a couple minutes and finally she got up and began taking dishes into the kitchen. "Can I help you with anything?" He asked. When she came back into the room she shook her head. "No this will just take a minute." She cleared the table and came back with the bottle of wine. She filled their glasses and they sat and talked. "So what do you do if I may ask?" She looked at him curiously. He smiled. "I don't really want to talk about me. I'm more interested in you." She blushed. "Alright. What would you like to know?" "How long have you been married?" "Five years." She leaned back and took a sip of her wine. "Do you love him?" She looked up, taken aback by his question, "of course I love him. He's my husband." He remained silent for several moments. He stood and looked down at her. "Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful." He moved into the living room and picked up his coat and put it on. She looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. "It's late and I should be going." She wondered for a moment if she'd said or done something wrong. She stood, "Oh, okay. I guess it is getting late." She walked him to the door and he stopped and looked at her. "I really had a wonderful time." His eyes burned with intensity as he stared into the depths of her sparkling emerald eyes. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, lingering for just a moment. His lips brushed across her ear. "Goodnight, Danielle." She looked at him when he pulled away. Her expression was an odd mixture of disappointment and something he hadn't expected to see, adoration, lust maybe. "Call me, Dani." He grinned, "Goodnight, Dani." The doorbell rang and Dani jumped. She wasn't expecting anyone so it took a couple of minutes to get out of the tub and slip her robe on. She was surprised to see Christian standing in the doorway. She closed the door so he could only see her face; she was trying to hide the way she looked. "Christian, I wasn't expecting you." She ran her hand through her hair, slicking it back. Christian felt his cock grow hard when he saw her. He couldn't stop himself from looking her over. She was wearing only a robe, which was wet. He could see that her nipples were hard, and they begged to be removed from the confines of the lace. "I was in the neighborhood and wanted to thank you again for dinner the other night." She opened the door a little, but couldn't push the expression of surprise from her face. "I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch, my treat." "Well I'm not dressed." She looked embarrassed. "I can wait if you'd like to get dressed." He stepped forward, which made her take a step back. "Sure. Let me get dressed. Please come in." She moved away from the door to let him inside. "I'll just be a minute." Christian moved down the hall behind her. He pushed her bedroom door open just enough so he could see her. She laid a dress on the bed and removed her robe. "Fuck," he whispered to himself as his cock grew harder than it's been in a long time. He adjusted himself. Her body was perfect. Her breasts were beautiful, her pink nipples so hard, as if begging to be sucked. Her stomach was flat, the hair leading to her pussy trimmed. Her legs were exquisite. She was more than anything he could have ever imagined. He had to fight the urge to push the door open, throw her down, and fuck her. Instead he walked back into the living room and sat down, waiting for her to come back and willing his cock to sleep. She came out of the room in a simple white sundress, she let her hair flow freely down her back and she looked ravaging. They had had a wonderful lunch at a beautiful restaurant. Now they sat in her living room sipping wine. She looked up at him with a shy smile. "I had a great time. Thank you." He set his glass down and moved closer to her. "There's no need to thank me. It's a pleasure every time I get to spend with you is wonderful." She looked away and he took the glass from her hand and set it on the table. He gently took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and guided her face so she was looking at him again. "Look at me, Dani. You're a wonderful person and your husband is lucky to have you." She lowered her eyes and smiled shyly. "Thank you, Christian." She moved her chin from his fingertips and stood. "It's getting late. Maybe you should go." He stood and moved to her, he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. She let out a small sound of surprise but didn't pull away. "I don't want to go." He said as he tightened the grip that he had on her. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She let out a small moan and moved her lips with his. She broke the kiss first and looked at him, her eyes glazed over with desire. "Please, I can't do this. I'm married." He didn't let her get more than that sentence out before he was kissing her again. He picked her up in a bridal position and held her in his arms. He carried her back towards the bedroom. She broke the kiss, "where are we going?" He kissed her again, "Shhhhh." He pushed the door open and laid her on the bed. He lay beside her and slowly undid the buttons of her dress. He pushed it open to reveal her perfect breasts. He groaned when he saw them. She crossed her arms over her chest, obviously embarrassed. "Don't," he said as he moved her arms away from her breasts, "I want to look at you." He sat up and undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a muscular upper body. She let out a little sound of pleasure as she looked at him. He grinned and moved beside her. Christian moved over her body and kissed her again, his hand moving to her breast, pinching her nipple, teasing her. He wanted to arouse her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. She moaned, and wrapped her arms around him, moving her fingers through his hair. His hand dropped to her thigh; gently he caressed it as he pushed her skirt up. He lifted his head, breaking their kiss, so he could look down and see her. It was his turn to let out a sound of pleasure when he saw her, saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. He looked up at her, unable to hide the lust that he was feeling, "I guess you do want this as bad as I do." He said as he moved between her thighs. As if his words had snapped her out of some sort of hypnotic trance she sat up, laying a small hand on his bare chest, pushing him back just enough to give her breathing room. "Wait, I can't do this." She pulled her skirt down and pushed him back even further. "I love my husband, and I can't hurt him like this." She started to move off the bed when she felt his hand around her arm, pulling her back to him. His lips moved to the side of her neck, then to her shoulder, he bit it gently and pushed her down onto the bed. He moved his hands to her wrists and pulled so they were beside her head, he held them there and looked at her, the mask of lust still upon his face. "Don't think about him, Danielle, think about me. Think about what you're feeling." He pushed himself forward, letting her feel how hard his cock was. "Think about how good you will feel." The Mark Ch. 01 Noirua approached the old warehouse boldly. She looked around at a few patrons trickling into the warehouse turned "secret" club. By secret, you had to have an invitation. Well, she didn't have an invitation. What she did waist length red hair, piercing green eyes, and a body that somehow managed to be slim with just enough curves. Her curves were accentuated with a dark blue and black lace corset that zipped up in the front. She also wore a tight black mini skirt with matching flat thigh high leather boots that framed her legs very well. Over that she wore a tight fitting black leather jacket that flared lightly at her hips and just barely touched the floor when she walked. Noir removed her jacket as she caught up to a group of Carnies and laid it over her arm. Removing the jacket caused her shoulder holster to make itself known. No one reacted to it as she joined the group, nothing new there. She was, however, forced to give up the weapon and holster when she entered. That was fine with her, she had other weapons she could use. When she entered the building she was immediately slammed into by a wall of music. Not just any music, techno music. Noir frowned, thinking now she definitely wouldn't be able to hear her mark coming. She'd been told by her employer that this place was a preferred spot for massive parties and raves. She'd been told by her employer that this place was the preferred spot for parties, raves, and some less than legal business deal negotiations. She wasn't sure about the negotiations deal bit, unless there were private rooms somewhere in the back, but she definitely believed the party and rave aspect. The music poured in through the speakers that had no doubt been placed all around the club but well concealed. Once she got used to the music, she was able to block it out and focus on the people and the building itself. She watched as people danced, swayed, and jumped around. Bodies were writhing against each other in an act that was something closer to sex than dancing. Most were barely clothed, which only made the act more obscene. "Raves," Noir muttered. The one thing she really noticed about the building was how hot the damn thing was. She pulled her hair up high on top of her head and used a band she'd had on her wrist to put it in a ponytail. The music poured in through speakers that had been set up all around the warehouse, so the music wasn't necessarily loud, it was just everywhere. Sighing she stashed her coat in one of the boxes off in the entrance, leaving her in just her corset, skirt, and boots. She walked carefully through the halls, avoiding contact with possible, though occasionally she'd be approached and would have to maneuver her way past them. One such obstacle was a rather tall, blonde who seemed intent on dancing with her. She allowed herself to be drawn, back against his chest, to him, and moved with his body effortlessly, bending and swaying in unison. She even allowed his hands to roam somewhat. She could tell he was just as high as the rest of the people surrounding them so it didn't take long for her to trick her way out of his grasp. As they'd moved, they had drifted closer to another female who would glance in their direction every few seconds. Noirua grabbed the woman's arm and drew her to them, effectively becoming sandwiched in between them. She slid her hands over the woman's shoulders, pulling her closer so when they both moved, their bodies touched. The other woman pressed herself closer to Noirua, already getting caught up in it. The man behind Noirua seemed to be enjoying the dance even more as she felt him grow hard through his pants. Noir took that as her cue to get lost. Grinning, she slowly slid down both their bodies, her hands lightly pressed against both their chests, also sliding down behind her. Once she was completely crouched she slipped from between the two and quickly disappeared into the crowd. She flipped her hair back in place and continued on. She moved even carefully than before, avoiding contact with everyone as much as possible. She definitely didn't want a repeat of what had happens moments ago, not that it hadn't been fun, but she wasn't here for fun, she was here to work. So she continued on, looking for her mark. He was here, somewhere, she could feel it, but where exactly? That was the question. She knew what he looked like, but finding him in this sea of people would be like finding a needle in a hay stack. While she continued to move farther into the warehouse, she felt as if she was being watched, but she couldn't tell from where or who it was. Eventually she came across a room that was sort of sectioned off from the rest of the building by two stacks of crates that reached to the ceiling. She smiled to herself when she noticed the room was empty. When she moved further into the room she discovered a couch and a few chairs littered about it and decided to sit down. Noirua moved to the couch and sat down slowly and crossed her legs, letting her arms rest over the back of the couch. She sighed and looked around at her surroundings, a slow, small smile on her face growing. "You know, it's not polite to hide in corners when there are attractive women waiting for you." If anyone else had been in the room, they would have thought she was talking to herself, but she knew she wasn't alone. If her senses hadn't told her this fact, the moving shadow would definitely had given it away. A moment later the shadow emerged revealing a tall, slightly tanned, very attractive man, with piercing ice blue eyes. His black hair was shaggy, but it worked for him. She felt her body tense, but she relaxed a moment later. This wasn't just any man, this was her mark. "Hello, Eli." The Mark Ch. 01 She closed her eyes and moaned, arching her back as if offering her breasts to him. He groaned when he saw it and moved his mouth to an erect nipple, capturing it in his mouth, and then gently between his teeth. She called out and pulled at the grip he had on her wrists. He let go and her hands immediately moved to his head, encouraging him. He slowly moved his mouth over her stomach kissing a trail to her inner most parts. He parted her lips and stared at her glistening pussy and groaned. He put his mouth to her pussy and let his tongue dart forward capturing the moistness with it. She moaned in exquisite pleasure as he licked and sucked her. He cupped her ass in his hands and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He sucked her as though his life depended on it. She moaned and gripped his hair as he ate her out. It was the most pleasurable experience of her life. She'd never had anyone do this not even her husband. He licked her until her body throbbed and shook with her oncoming orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed as she came hard for him. He stared up at his beauty as she came, his face glistening with her juices. Slowly he crawled up her body and placed himself between her legs. She barely heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants. "Wait." Is all she managed before she felt the head of his cock at her opening. "I can't," is all he said before he began pushing inside her. Despite the wetness of her pussy it was difficult to enter her. She was tighter than most women he'd been with and that thought turned him on. She moved her hands to the tops of his shoulders and began to push, as if trying to push him off of her. He resisted her and pushed inside, capturing her hands again and pinning them beside her head. As he pushed past her resistance and entered her she called out in pain and pleasure. She hadn't been with her husband for over six months so this was a wonderful, but painful experience. She closed her eyes and moaned, concentrating on the pleasure she was getting from him as he started to push and pull inside of her. He lifted his body from hers so he could look down at her while he made love to her. "Open your eyes." He commanded. She did and he grunted thrusting harder and harder inside of her. A light perspiration was beading across her skin now. Her moans of pleasure turned into screams of ecstasy. She hadn't felt like this in years. She wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him to move faster inside her by lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. When he felt her encouragement he groaned and slammed in harder, faster, the grip he had on her wrists tightening. Finally she broke their gaze and turned her head, biting into his arm enough to make him call out in pain. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her by the back of the head, holding her hair tightly in his fist. He leaned back and pulled her ontop of him. She moaned as he yanked her head back. She began moving on him, rotating her hips in circles and then changing her rhythm. She moved wildly on him, fucking him hard. As she felt her orgasm building she moved harder on him, working harder to get it. Without warning pushed her back on the bed, he withdrew from her and turned her over, almost violently he entered her again from behind. She gripped the bedspread and whimpered as he entered her again. Her head was down and she was keeping from calling out in pain. When he saw that she was hurting he slowed his speed. He began to move inside her slower, wanting her to feel the pleasure she had when she was riding him. When she finally began to moan he picked up his speed. Soon she was cumming hard on his cock, screaming as she did, begging him not to stop." He followed her and pulled out, cumming hard, his cum shooting onto her back. She could feel the hot liquid and that seemed to make small multiple orgasms happen. He collapsed beside her. They both lay there panting. She was enjoying the feeling she hadn't felt in so long, and he was enjoying the thought that he had found the person he was meant to be with. He'd finally found her and he wasn't about to let her go. She was in no danger of him killing her. He'd kill her husband before he hurt this precious woman. Images of her husband dead danced through his mind mingling with images of being with her forever. He knew in that moment that she would be his wife. To be continued... The Mark Ch. 02 "Why won't it come off?!" Lashaya screamed out in frustration. For the last half hour she been scrubbing the mark behind her ear. Nothing worked. She tried using soap and water, rubbing alcohol, she was even tempted to use bleach. "You must believe in the prophecy Ms. Thompson. You must accept who you are and put it to great use. You are a very special person." What her Professor said to her kept playing over and over in her head. Her being special, yeah right. There was nothing special about her. If anything she was weird and a freak. Everyone she came in contact with had no problem telling her that. Throwing the Brillo pad down, Lashaya turned off the bathroom light, and went back to her room. Living in a small one bedroom apartment right off of Campus. It wasn't much but it was the first place she could call home. Collapsing on her bed, she decided to take a nap before it was time for her to go to work. Working at a bar called 'The Luna'. She didn't know why out all the places she could have worked at she picked there. It was a good four miles from her home and people from Campus rarely went. Maybe that was the reason right there or the simple fact she felt comfortable. Actually 'The Luna' was only about a mile from Blackstar. That's probably how she knew so much about it. She had to have heard one of the customers talking about the town. Closing her eyes, Lashaya didn't want to think about Blackstar or the mark behind her ear. For once in her life she wished something normal happened to her. * * * "Are you sure?" "Positive. She bears the mark." "Eighty five years. That's how long I waited for this moment. We must make sure that child is protected. This mark is only the beginning. Once they find out about the girl her life would no longer be safe. No matter want happens she must stay alive. The prophecy has to be fulfilled." "Don't worry Blanca all will go well." * * * "Lashaya, Peter want's to see you in his office." She heard one of the other bartenders shout. "Okay." handing one of the customers a beer. She hopped from behind the bar and disappeared up a flight of stairs. Knocking on the door she waited until he told her to enter before stepping inside. "You wanted to see me Peter?" "Yes. Sit down." Lashaya sat in the only other chair in the small office. Looking at Peter she she waited for him to say something, but like always he took his time. This was the same way he acted when she first came to the 'The Luna' and was looking for a job. Peter Lupo worked on nobodies time. "Is there something you wanted to ask me or say?" Lashaya asked after five minutes of silence. "How long has it been there?" "What?" "The Mark" "Oh my God," Lashaya groaned. "Not you too. It's nothing, it's just a stupid thing that won't come off. Don't worry about it though. Once I get some free time I'm going to see somebody about removing it" Lashaya pushed her chair back a little once she saw the pissed off expression on Peter's face. "You will not have it removed!" Peter growled and slammed his fist on the desk. "Peter are you ok? Your starting to scare me" Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Once he felt calm enough he opened them back. "There's so much you don't know. So many lives you could save. Lashaya do you believe in Lycans?" "What? Like werewolves?" he nodded his head yes. "No. There make believe, just stories people tell." "Every story a person tells, there lies some truth. If I were to tell you Lycans or werewolves were real, what would you say?" Lashaya sighed and said,"I would tell you to prove it." Soon as that last word came out her mouth a large black wolf appear were Peter once was. "Aaahhhh!" She yelled flipping over her chair. Lashaya was so busy on how she was gonna escape the dangerous animal that she didn't realize Peter was back. A very naked Peter. "Lashaya, Lashaya calm down. It's me. It's Peter." "Peter?" "Yes." "Oh my god, Peter," She jumped in his arms still unaware of his nakedness."There was a big wolf in here." "I know . It was me." "What? But how? I mean. Your human." Peter nodded his head no and said, "I'm a werewolf." "Oh really? Ok...Um Peter are you naked?" "Yes." "Great" She said then everything faded to black. The Mark Ch. 03 "Where am I?" Lashaya looked around her surroundings and saw she was outside, what appeared to be a small cottage in the woods. "Come on, Layla! We must hurry. Their almost here." "What? Who's Layla? Who's coming?" She panicked. Trying to snatch her hand out this strange man's tight grip. She remembered a move she saw in a movie and made her body feel like dead weight. Not expected that he let her go and she fell straight to the ground. "Oh my God! Layla are you ok? Are you or the baby hurt?" The mystery man asked scared. "Baby?" Lashaya looked down at her swollen stomach and gasped. Not only was she obviously pregnant but the mystery man had the same eyes as her. "Your eyes. There like mines." She whispered shocked. "Layla your started to scare me. Is it happening again?" "It? What's happening again? And who the hell is Layla?!" "Honey are you ok? It's me Shane. Do you not remember me or who you are?" "My name is Lashaya. Say it with me LA-SHAYA." "Lashaya?" "Yes." He bent down and grabbed her face. "It really is you. My baby girl. I can't believe it's you." Lashaya didn't have time to react before she was swept up in his arms. "I never thought I would get a chance to see you. Well I'm not really seeing you," he laughed. "You have taking over your mother's body but it's you. It's good to hear your voice." "Your my father?" "Yes." "And this Layla woman is my mother?" "Yes baby girl." "But how? Your dead. Died twenty one years ago. Both of you." "Then that means my plan didn't work" he mumbled to himself, putting her back down. Scratching the back of his neck. Something Lashaya always did when she was in deep thought. "You being here must be part of your gift or something. Your mother is or as I know now was able to do things most people wouldn't believe. Layla had visions and sometimes it seemed as if she knew everything about a person. It was like she could touch somebody and know their darkest secrets." Lashaya looked up at her father who was a whole foot taller than her, well her mother. Whatever the case he was tall and white. Lashaya never knew she was mixed. There was no denying though, this man was her father. Besides the same weird color eyes they had the same fire red hair. "There's so much I want to ask you. Like how did you..."Lashaya stopped mid-sentence when she felt a sharp pain in her head. "Wh-What's happening?" "Shh baby girl. It's ok," he pulled her close to his chest and kissed her forehead. "It just means your mother is coming back into her body and you must return to yours." "But I'm not ready." Lashaya said with tears in filling her eyes. "I know but you must go. We'll see each other again. Hopefully not soon, I want you to live your life first before we reunite again, Just know me and your mother love you." "I love you both too." The image of her father started to blur but before he completely disappeared, he shouted something. "Stay away from the one who isn't who they appear to be." --- "Lashaya, Lashaya are you ok?" "Huh?" Looking around she realized she was no longer outside or with her father. She was back in peter's office and laid across his desk. "What happened? Where's my father?" "Lashaya you fainted. You been out for a half an hour. Are you ok? Do you remember what happened before she passed out?" As if in a flash the prophecy, the mark, and Peter being a werewolf came back to her. "Is it true? Are you a werewolf?" "Yes I am." Lashaya sat up. "Are you going to eat me?" Peter threw his head back and laughed. "As attractive as you are. No I'm not gonna eat you. I don't think my mate would approve of that." he chuckled. "Mate? What's a mate?" "A mate is what humans call soul mates. Someone that was made for you. Werewolves mates are their other half. We don't feel complete until we find them. A mate is something like a wife but ten times special. You can't divorce your mate. It is truly till death do part. Even still you would never want another." "That sounds beautiful." she smiled. Peter smiled back an his hazel eyes seemed brighter. "It is. Having a mate is a wonderful thing and I think Luna everyday for my Maria." Lashaya didn't know why but she felt jealous. Not because she wanted Peter or anything. She saw him more as a brotherly figure than anything else. Lashaya just wanted what he had. The love he had for his mate was clearly written on his face. Lashaya just wanted to be loved and love someone. As if reading her mind, Peter said,"Don't worry Lashaya. I have a feeling your understand how I feel pretty soon." "Sure." She said unconvinced. * * * Kaylin laid in bed, once again woken up by the same dream. It always started the same. He would be running through the woods on wolf form and once he get close to his packs territory, he would smell the most wonderful scent. Following it, it always led to a huge flame of fire. In the middle of the flame would be a girl. Kaylin tried to reach her but he couldn't move. This girl who was on fire was his mate, but she wasn't screaming from the flames. Actually she was chanting something. Like before Kaylin expected his dream to end right before she turned around but it didn't. This time he saw her face and she whispered something. Her name. "Lashaya." The Mark Ch. 04 Kaylin looked out his condo window at the dark clouds and knew the sky was expressing how he felt at the moment. Not even fifteen minutes ago he got the worse possible news from his parents. The council, who ruled over all wolves, wouldn't let him take over his fathers pack without a mate. Kaylin had no problem with the law that has been in place for hundredth of years. Too be quite honest he didn't want to be alpha. Kaylin would freely give over that right to his twin brother Zye. But like him, Zye didn't want it. His brother was happy with being the future beta. Being alpha wasn't bad it was the council Kaylin didn't want to deal with. Every since he and Zye celebrated their twenty first birthday months ago they been pushing different females they thought would be a good alpha bitch on him. It didn't matter to them that none of these females was his mate. They just wanted him to take over. Kaylin knew his pack, the Redmoon pack was one of the most feared and respected packs out there. The council liked to pretend they had something to do with that and not the good alpha's that were. Kaylin still had a hard time keeping his anger in check when he thought about the last female they sent to his pack's territory. The council knew he was away at his place in New York so sending them made no use. Once the girls realized he wasn't there they usually left except the last one. From what his brother told him this Amanda Wolfe was a real bitch and not the good kind. Soon as she entered the pack's house she tried to take charge. Anybody she thought was beneath her she treated like shit. It didn't take long for Sarah, Zye's mate, to put her foot in her ass. A clear sign that Amanda, who was an alpha's daughter, spent more time shopping than training, got her ass beat by somebody who was an omega. If the council thought she would make a good alpha bitch then they were crazy. He didn't care what the council tried to do, he would not mate someone who wasn't his mate. Especially someone who cared more about using their title to put fear in people than actually helping them. Besides he knew his mate was out there. He might have only dreamed about her but she was real and she was his. No other person was gonna take her place. Like his father and every other alpha before him he was gonna wait for his mate. Kaylin wasn't sure what his dreams meant but something about is woman was unique. * * * Zye laid in bed with his mate safely tucked in his arms. Even with Sarah sleeping he could still feel the slight tremble from her. After beating the crap out of the bleach blonde tramp a few days ago Sarah was still scared the council was gonna punish her. A punishment Zye promised would never happen. He didn't care if he had to go to war with the council nobody was ever gonna touch his mate. Zye still got mad when he thought about their first meeting. It was three years ago and his parents had decided to throw him and Kaylin a huge party for their eighteenth birthday. With their own pack they had invited seven other packs, including the Trio pack. Which happen to be the smallest and weakest pack in the whole world. Zye smelt her scent, which smelt like peaches, before he actually saw her. Once he pinpoint where the smell was coming from it took all his control and the help from his brother to keep his wolf in. Not only did his mate look as if she haven't eaten in weeks but he could clearly see her brown skin tone wasn't suppose to be pale looking. Getting his self in control he approached her and didn't like the reaction he got. Zye could still remember the fear in her beautiful brown eyes. "Hello mate. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Zye smiled and reached out to brush some of her hair behind her ear, only to have her flinch. When she looked as if she was gonna run from him he grabbed her arms and that's when he saw the bruises. "Who did this to you?!" It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize his mate was being beating and from the coloring the bruise's was at least a few days old. Her being a wolf it should have healed in couple hours but her being malnourished slowed the healing process. Zye could feel his wolf rising again as he waited for his mate to answer him. The only thing she kept doing was movement with her hands but never spoken no words. "Your deaf" he stated. Werewolves were suppose to be immune to imperfections as that. Unless something happen while they were still in the womb. A time they were most vulnerable. It didn't take long for Zye to find out who was mistreating his mate. The same person who was suppose to love and protect her. Sarah's mother, who wasn't mated to her true mate, wanted revenge after Sarah's father left her for his true mate. Taking some poison that wouldn't harm her but her cub, instead of a terminated the pregnancy like she wanted it just caused a defect. Still angry she beat the child that reminded her of her lost love. It didn't matter that when Sarah was three years old her mother did end up finding her true mate. Zye wanted nothing more than to end his mate's mother life but he could tell she still loved the horrible beast. So the next best thing was for her to and her mate to be banished. Having to forever live as rogues. It took sometime for Sarah to trust him and his pack but after she realized they wasn't gonna hurt her just love and support her. She finally accepted them and her and Zye mated. Sarah for once in her life was truly happy but now because of the council and that tramp she was going back to the scared girl she use to be. Zye knew if Amanda made good on her threat and had the council try to punish his mate he was gonna rip her and who ever else who try to harm his mate apart. Nobody and he meant nobody was gonna harm her. * * * (Peter's pack house) "I want to thank you and Peter for allowing me to stay the night at your place" Lashaya said to the woman smiling at her. "No thanks needed. I'm happy to have you in our home. Peter has been talking about you since the day he hired you. I swear if I wasn't a confident woman and trusted my mate I would be jealous" Maria laughed. Lashaya didn't want no problems so she made sure she told Maria she saw Peter as nothing but a big brother. "Don't worry I know. You don't look like the type of female to go after another woman's mate. Trust me I know the type" Lashaya had a feeling Maria wanted to say more on the topic but they were interrupted by someone entering the kitchen. "Where's my brother and who the hell are you?" A nasally voice asked. "Amanda that is no way to speak to my guest and I know you may think your spoil ass is alpha bitch around here but you ain't so I'll advise you not to use that tone when your around me" Maria said calmly. Lashaya wasn't fooled by Maria trying to act calm. Her once blue eyes was now yellow. She didn't know what that meant but obviously it wasn't good and the girl in the halter top and mini skirt knew that too. "Sorry Maria I didn't mean to be rude. I guess I;m still a little worked up about getting attacked over at the Redmoon pack" Maria lifted up one of her eyebrow's and crossed her arms over her chest. "You were attacked?" Even though Amanda knew she put her hands on the defected wolf first. She still wanted her punished. How was it gonna look when her friends found out not only was she beat by an omega but one who had problems too? It was bad enough she wasn't able to meet the future alpha of that pack, which put her plan of seduction downhill. Now the girls that feared her may start challenging her. "Yes," her lips begun to tremble. "Maria it was so horrible. Once the females there realized why I was there they started getting jealous and then this one just came out of no where and attacked me" Amanda cried. "They just allowed this wolf to attack you?" Amanda nodded her head yes. Lashaya didn't know if Maria was believing this chick but she sure wasn't. Anybody with eyes could see she was a troublemaker. "I think we should go to the council and have her punished. Once I become alpha bitch of that pack I don't want to have to worry about her trying to attack me again" "Alpha bitch?" Lashaya asked confused. "Yes the council has decided I'm the best female out there to run the Redmoon pack" Amanda bragged no longer crying. "But I thought Peter said wolves mate with their soul mates?" "And? Once Kaylin bites me I will be his mate. Anyway who are you again? I don't remember a human being part of my pack?" The way she spat out the word human made Lashaya feel like she was dirt. "She's my guest and I don't appreciate you being rude to her" Peter glared at his younger sister. "Peter your home. Maria tell him how they treated me at the Redmoon pack" Shaking her head, Lashaya left out the kitchen. She didn't know who this Redmoon pack or this Kaylin was but she felt sorry for them if they had to deal with that girl.