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They Walk Among Us Ch. 01

By: boneams



This story begins back in time a bit to set the introduction and story plot of a U.S. Navy Seal Team against a werewolf. I did a bit of research on the time period and geographical make up of the area. Having said that all names and actions of the characters are totally fictional and they should be taken as such. Predjama Castle is real however and is needed for Geographical purposes later in the story line. This is my first Werewolf story so please be gentle on the feedback. A huge thank you to Mickey for editing and advice, get some sleep now girl.

Spring 1895, Crook's Creek Pub, Predjama Slovenia. 

The pub didn't have many lights on but Baldomr could see the Mayor of Predjama, he was getting drunk -- again. He was talking loud to the others at the table about the rail system he was trying to have routed near town. It would be good for the economy of the growing town; he stood to receive many kickbacks from greedy men like himself.

Andrejcek Crojemic prided himself on how wealthy he had become since taking over as the Mayor. He squeezed his way in when his predecessor died suddenly in his living room chair. Baldomr always believed that Andrejcek had something to do with it. Baldomr despised the man because of his better than thou attitude and the fact that he married Nevanka, his first true love.

Nevanka was a vision of beauty, shoulder length blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her breasts were small, but they fit her tiny frame perfectly. She had a caring demeanor and always took time out of her day to help others.

Baldomr loved her but she was always too busy to notice he existed. The thing that puzzled him was why she would marry a greedy pig like Andrejcek Crojemic. The loud conversion near the other end of the bar broke Baldomr out of his thoughts.

"I tell you boy's when I get that rail system here; I might just run for a spot in Parliament. That's how famous I'll be," Andrejcek told the others.

"You might want to go there and rule the country, but what will Nevanka say? She doesn't seem the sort to hang around lavish parties like those stuck up prudes that are up there already," one of the men told him.

"If that bitch knows what's good for her, she'll do what I tell her to do. She knows where the meal ticket is. Maybe if she hung around women that knew how to please a man, she'd be a lot better in bed. The only thing that woman knows how to do is spread her legs and lay there," Andrejcek told them.

Andrejcek leaned back in his chair and finished off his beer. He slammed the mug down and motioned for the bar wench to come over. He stared at the heavier set female as she swayed through the crowd, her overly large breasts swinging from side to side. Andrejcek had an urge to bury his face in her soft flesh while he pounded his cock into her.

When she reached the table, Andrejcek reached around and grabbed her ass. Knowing that this was part of her job as well, she leaned forward and allowed the Mayor to stare at her exposed cleavage. 

"What can I do for you Mayor?" she told him.

"First off, you can get me another beer. Then when you come back, you can suck my cock like the good little whore you are," Andrejcek replied as he ran his tongue over her tit flesh.

"You know Mayor that if you want that we have to go upstairs," she replied. She felt her stomach turn at the stench of his breath.

"You wait whore. When I own this pub, you are going to suck me on a daily basis. Then you can show my wife how it's supposed to be done," Andrejcek said loudly for the entire room to hear.

Baldomr couldn't stand to listen to this putrid fool any longer. Finishing his drink, he pushed the empty mug across the bar and stood up. This caught Andrejcek's eye and he turned to stare at Baldomr. Andrejcek knew that Baldomr had feelings for Nevanka and he never missed an opportunity to rub it into the ancestral founder of Predjama. When Baldomr passed close enough to him, he let loose with his badgering.

"Are you leaving so soon Baldomr? Why don't you sit down and have a beer with me and my friends here. I'll let you know how that sweet little slut Nevanka is in bed. I might even tell you how tight her pussy is," He told Baldomr.

"I don't drink with pigs, I eat them," Baldomr said, trying to keep his temper.

"Speaking of food, I think I'll go home too. I need to feed Nevanka some hard cock," Andrejcek told him, as he grabbed his crotch.

"I can't imagine that she gets much to eat with your small dick," Baldomr replied as he turned to leave.

Andrejcek didn't like to lose so he stood up and tried to swing at the back of Baldomr's head. Baldomr's reflexes allowed him move away from the punch, which caused Andrejcek to lose his balance. He toppled face first into the nearby table, spilling the drinks that were sitting there.

"You know if you're going to pick a fight, you really shouldn't drink so much," he told Andrejcek as he tried to free himself from the wreckage.

"You bastard!" he screamed as he grabbed his bleeding nose. "When I get home I'm going to fuck that bitch in the ass, just to spite you!" Andrejcek screamed at him.

Baldomr ignored him as he left the pub. He knew men like him ran rampant in the growing region. The one thing he couldn't do was to become angry. His ancestors had taught him well about the repercussions of losing ones temper. He was to use his gift, as they called it, wisely and never take it for granted or for personal gain.

Baldomr knew Andrejcek would be at the pub for a little longer, mending his pride along with his face. He decided to pass by and say hi to Nevanka. It wouldn't be wise to stay long as to where her husband would see him there.

When he approached the house, he could see Nevanka through the window mending one of Andrejcek's shirts. Reaching the door, Baldomr knocked softly so as not to startle her. When Nevanka opened the door and realized it was Baldomr, she quickly looked around to see if her husband was in sight.

"Baldomr it's nice to see you again but I don't think you should be here. You know how jealous Andrejcek can get," she said nervously.

"I won't be long. I was on my way home when I thought about stopping in and checking up on you," he replied with a smile.

"Well I'm fine. I was just doing some mending before heading off to bed. I need to get some things from the store tomorrow. Maybe I'll run into you there while Andrejcek is off with the railway people," she told him with a smile.

"That sounds wonderful. Maybe we can stop at the diner and talk over a cup of coffee," Baldomr said.

"Sure, sure, now I don't want to sound rude, but you should go now before Andrejcek comes home," Nevanka told Baldomr as she looked over his muscular shoulder for her husband.

Baldomr said goodbye and turned to return to Predjama castle. He felt sorry for her having to act this way. He knew that Andrejcek was mean spirited and probably hurt her mentally and physically. Baldomr had a hard time believing that she was in love with him. How could any woman as lovely as Nevanka love a monster like the Mayor.

Baldomr paused in his thoughts, a monster like that. Baldomr never thought of himself as a monster, he was just different from the rest of humanity. A soft breeze stirred the air as he neared the castle. As he took a deep breath, he could smell Nevanka's perfume, even though he was a few hundreds yards away. He couldn't wait to see her tomorrow and talk awhile, it looked as if she too could use some friendly company.

While Baldomr was thinking of Nevanka, she was finishing up with her mending. She also was thinking of someone. Nevanka wished she could have invited him in and sit, but that would have brought havoc in the home of the Mayor. Many times before Andrejcek had seen her talking with other men, and as innocent as it was, he still took offense. Having another man in the house would have been far worse.

She was still thinking of Baldomr when Andrejcek slammed the door open. Startled at the sudden crash, she jumped, causing her to drop his shirt. As she looked up, she could tell he was drunk, like always. This time though, he had a bandage across his nose, and his shirt had blood all down the front. Someone had gotten mad and finally stood up to him. He leered down at her as he walked forward, and as he did, he was unbuttoning his pants.

"I've had a bad night so you're going to make me feel better," Andrejcek told her coldly.

"Please don't. I haven't been feeling well and I really should rest," she said as she picked up the discarded shirt.

"Listen woman, I've had just about enough of you saying no all the time. Now open that pretty mouth of yours and start sucking my cock!" he screamed and pulled his small cock out.

"Andrejcek, I've told you before that I don't like doing that. You always hurt me when you pull my hair," Nevanka said and then started to stand up.

Nevanka didn't even have time to protect herself as Andrejcek backhanded her across her high cheek boned face. The force of the blow was so great that she toppled out of the side of the chair and landed on the floor. Andrejcek quickly reached down, grabbed a fist full of her silken hair, and turned her face towards him.

"I'll only tell you one more time. I want you to open your mouth and suck me off, and you better fucking swallow it all," he said as he tugged her head back.

"Please don't," she said meekly

"Wrong answer," he screamed and slapped her on the uninjured side of her face.

Nevanka could taste the blood that was filling her mouth. There was no escape from his temper when he was drunk. Whoever broke his nose really pissed him off and he gave every impression that he was going to take it out on her. Tears were streaming down her face as she opened her mouth and began sucking on his dirty cock.

The rape continued for hours into the night. She knew he was drunk and wouldn't be able to cum for some time. As she lay naked on the bed, her torn clothes beneath her, Andrejcek forced her to say the things that only common pub whores say. When she wasn't convincing enough he would pull her nipples away from her milky white breasts. She was dying inside as she performed every vile act of sex he could think of. Nevanka realized that the longer it went on, the more it would change her forever.

********** The sun was just coming up over the rolling hills of Slovenia. Nevanka busied herself with fixing Andrejcek's breakfast. The only good thing about today was going to be him leaving to talk with the railway owners. It was supposed to be a good day, with her and Baldomr visiting for a while, but now that wouldn't be possible. One side of her face was now black and blue and her right eye was swollen shut. She couldn't imagine the sight she must present.

"I have to leave soon. Is my food ready yet?" Andrejcek asked as he entered the small kitchen.

"Yes, I just finished it. Go ahead and sit down and I'll bring it over to you," Nevanka said without looking at him.

Nevanka brought over the plate of ham and eggs along with a cup of black coffee. As she set the plate down, Andrejcek ran his hand over her ass and slapped it hard. 

"I'm going to be gone all day so I'm going to need some relief before I go. Why don't you get busy with your first chore while I enjoy my breakfast," he told her.

"Yes Andrejcek," Nevanka said softly.

"I think tonight I'll bring home one of the whores from the pub. She might be willing to teach you how to do things. That way I might actually enjoy having sex with you," he said as he laughed under his breath.

Nevanka reached up and pulled the straps of her modest dress down, letting it pile up around her feet. She then knelt down between his legs and opened his trousers. As she pulled his short, stubby cock out Nevanka could tell it was still sticky with juices from last night.

Andrejcek had told her repeatedly that it was the job of a wife to keep her husband satisfied and the job of women is to provide that act, no matter what. Nevanka felt like throwing up as she slid the putrid penis into her mouth. The words of her husband rang through her mind as she serviced him. "This is what a wife does to keep her husband satisfied."

Someone else who was having breakfast was Baldomr. He sat in the large dining room as Cilka brought in the large plate of steak along with a bowl of sliced potatoes. Cilka was the servant that lived in the castle along with him. She was plump and really just average to look at, but she could cook like no other in the area.

"Thank you Cilka. If you keep feeding me like this, I'm going to get too fat to sit at the table," he told the older woman.

"Oh Sir, it's a pleasure to cook for you. I have never worked for a nicer man in my life. Speaking of fattening you up, when are you going to settle down and have a wife that will feed you like this?" Cilka asked.

"Cilka, I couldn't find anyone who treats me like you. Hell I can't find my shoes by myself," Baldomr said with a chuckle.

"They are over by the front door for you Sir," she replied as she turned to leave her employer to his meal.

"Exactly! See what I mean Cilka!" Baldomr yelled as she disappeared out of sight.

Baldomr sat quietly as he ate, but his mind was in an uproar. He wished he could make the morning go faster so he could visit with Nevanka. He hardly got any sleep last night because he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her flowing hair, the way she seemed to glide when she walked. He could look into her eyes and lose himself and her smile never seemed to go away. 

When he finished eating Baldomr gathered up the dishes and headed for the kitchen. He found Cilka there kneading some dough. The things she did for him on a day-to-day basis astounded him and he would always take care of her as long as she wanted.

"Cilka do you ever stop cooking and baking?" Baldomr asked as he set the dishes down.

"Now Sir, you know better than that. You are supposed to leave them for me to gather up. How could I keep my head up in town if they ever found out that you help with the dishes," Cilka told him sternly.

"I promise I won't tell a soul. I know how to keep a secret," Baldomr said as he put his arm around her shoulder.

"I have to go into town today. Is there anything I can get you while I'm there?" He asked his housekeeper.

"Well if you find someone dark and mysterious, I'll take two," Cilka replied with a laugh.

Baldomr shook his head and laughed with her, then, turned to leave. The day was a little chilly but it was normal for this time of year, so he grabbed a light coat and his hat and started for the diner. He had a little trouble buttoning his coat because he was so excited about finally sitting down with Nevanka and chatting.

It took Baldomr a short time to reach the diner; it seemed he was walking faster than normal. He took a seat close to the window so he could see if Nevanka had made it to the store yet. There were people walking all through town as the morning went on. Some going to the store, some heading into the new bank, then Baldomr saw a couple of men dart into Crooks Creeks Pub. 

'I guess if you don't like to shop with your wife, there's always an escape,' he thought.

Baldomr had been at the diner for over an hour. He was thinking that he had missed her, and maybe he should head over to her house then something caught his senses. He could smell her before she came into view in the busy street.

Nevanka was wearing a modest dress that flowed around her like a fog. A grey hooded cloak surrounding her frame hid most of it. Something appeared strange to him as he fixed his vision upon her.

Nevanka wore the hood up and pulled down over her head slightly. It was cool enough that pulling the hood up would be normal, but that is not was intrigued him. As Nevanka passed by others on the street, they looked at her as if to say good morning but then would turn to look back at her as chat quickly between one another. Baldomr normally would see them stop and chat with her, mainly because she was just that pleasant to talk to, but not today.

Reaching the store, she disappeared inside without turning to look towards the diner. Perhaps she was going to do the shopping first then come over, but that would seem odd to sit here with a large basket of produce. As Baldomr mulled over his options of what to do, he noticed that as patrons left the store they also chatted quickly with each other. What was supposed to be a very nice day was turning out to be very peculiar.

After only a short time in the store Nevanka exited the store and headed quickly back down the street. She never even acknowledged the diner where Baldomr sat waiting for her. The large basket she carried was only half-full and she hugged it to her body as if to protect it from someone.

Something was wrong and Baldomr had a sense of apprehension wash over him like a bucket of cold water. He threw some money down on the table and darted out the door. As he neared her, his concern grew even more.

"Nevanka, wait up a moment," he said loud enough for her to hear.

Nevanka turned her head slightly to the side. The movement however was not enough to see Baldomr behind her. "Please...I have to get back to the house," she replied.

Baldomr wondered if he did something wrong as she quickened her pace down the street. He quickly closed the distance between them and softly grabbed her arm to slow her down. As he did, Nevanka stopped in tracks and groaned in response to his touch. Even though he was strong and had a very powerful grip, he didn't think he grabbed her that hard. Baldomr's heart sank and the lump in his throat made it difficult to breathe as Nevanka had turned to face him.

On one side of her once, beautiful face was a small bruise on her cheek. The other side of her face was totally black and blue and her sparkling eye was swollen shut.

Baldomr could tell from the size of her bottom lip that she had endured a lot of pain before the beating ended. He also understood that Andrejcek was drunk and angry last night, more than likely taking his embarrassment out on his wife as promised.

"It's not what you think Baldomr, there is a reasonable explanation on what happened," Nevanka quickly told him.

"You're right there is, you have an ass for a husband," he shot back at her.

"No you're wrong. I...I fell down last night. I slipped actually," Nevanka said as she placed one hand on his chest, trying to calm him down.

As Baldomr looked down, he saw her bruised and lacerated knuckles. They showed signs of defensive wounds that could only come from trying to fight off an attack. Even now, close to the turn of the century, it was still within reason for a husband to discipline his wife. He didn't agree with it, but what made it worse, is that it had happened to Nevanka.

"You slipped?" Baldomr asked.

"Yes. I spilled my tea last night after you left and I slipped," Nevanka told him, trying to smile even with bruised lips.

"I see. After you got up, how many more times did you slip?" he sarcastically asked.

Nevanka couldn't carry on the lie any longer. "You have to realize Baldomr, it was entirely my fault. He is my husband and I have to obey him. If he wants to do things at the end of the night, then it is my obligation to do as he wishes. That's what women are for," Nevanka told him as she lowered her head to hide the tears.

"You can't be serious! You are not property! What ever happened after I left, it seems it took a long time to break you," Baldomr snapped back at her. His anger was reaching a point of no return.

"I don't need your blessing on how I live my life! Now if you don't mind, I have chores to get done so please get out of my way!" she screamed. 

Nevanka shoved him out of the way and ran off down the street towards her house. Baldomr looked out of place as he stood in the center of the street watching Nevanka disappear out of sight. It had been quite some time since his anger reached this level. He knew he had to calm down but he couldn't go back to the castle in this state so he turned around and headed in the direction of Crook's Creek Pub.


They Walk Among Us Ch. 01



Dusk, 7 miles East of Predjama.

Andrejcek Crojemic was on his way back from the meeting in Stockholm. He was confident that the deal to get the railway diverted to Predjama was in the bag, at least it had better be. He paid off the director with almost everything he had, even the money left over from mortgaging his house to the city. If it went through, he was in a position to make a fortune. If for some reason that shifty little politician didn't come through, he would surely lose everything.

Andrejcek's horse started to shy away from the brush that lined the dirt road. He pulled the reins over, trying to get the horse to stay on the road. It was getting dark and he couldn't afford to have his horse stumble and go lame. If he did, Andrejcek knew it would take forever to get back, and he needed to continue his retraining of Nevanka. Before long, she would be the sluttiest wife a man would ever need.

"Come on you stupid horse, get back on the damn road. There isn't anything but squirrels out there," he told his horse.

It took only a few more strides before he headed away from the brush again. "Damn it. Get your ass back over there or I'll slap you fucking silly!" Andrejcek screamed.

As Andrejcek raised his hand to slap the horse's head, his horse whinnied and stood up on its hind legs. The movement was so sudden and violent that Andrejcek had little time to grab the horn of the saddle. As he landed hard on the ground, the horse was in such a panic that he accidently stepped on Andrejcek's thigh. He screamed out in pain as the bone snapped cleanly in two. The wounded Mayor could only grab his leg and look on as the horse darted off in the distance.

Andrejcek tried to stand up, he found it difficult, but finally succeeded. He looked over towards the brush and thought that maybe he could find a tree branch to help him hobble home. As he hopped towards the thick brush, he heard a low noise. Andrejcek stopped where he was and turned his head, trying to better define the sound in front of him. It didn't take him long to figure it out. A deep angry growl emanated from the darkness.

Slowly, as if the animal was trying to scare him even further, the creature stuck his head out. Andrejcek tried to scream out in fear as the huge head of a wolf appeared, but couldn't. Andrejcek had seen many wolves in his time but nothing that compared to this. As more of the creature emerged he could tell it must be a mutant of some kind, this thing was almost the size of a black bear. The paws alone were as big as a human head with what appeared to be razor sharp claws.

Andrejcek tried to take step back, but his injured leg wouldn't allow it and he fell to the ground. He saw the creature's overly large canine teeth and knew he was going to be savagely torn to pieces. As the wolf approached, it seemed it was moving with a purpose, almost as if he was not just deciding on killing him, but how. The creature stopped with his head hovering over his chest and Andrejcek could feel the wetness of the creatures drool.

The creature stared into Andrejcek's eyes as if trying to read his mind. When Andrejcek looked back at the wolf, it appeared the creature was thinking. Pondering on the decision to kill him or not. Maybe he could reason with it to spare his life. Was it possible to rationalize with a wild animal? 

"Please leave me alone. I'm not here to hurt you so please go back where you came from," he said.

The wolf circled around Andrejcek's head and he thought the tactic worked. Suddenly the wolf swung his large paw at his arm, slicing his jacket sleeve along with the flesh it was covering. Andrejcek grabbed his injured bicep and pressed tightly. When he screamed out for help, the wolf looked up into the darkening sky and howled loudly. Andrejcek thought the beast was mocking him. As if to say, 'go ahead and scream, no one will hear you.'

The large brown creature moved toward Andrejcek's uninjured leg and looked into his eyes again. With lightning speed, the beast sunk its teeth into his knee, puncturing the artery and shattering the joint. To accent the injury, the wolf clawed his thigh to shreds. As the Mayor lay wreathing in a puddle of his own blood, the wolf moved the other side of his body.

'Oh God! This wolf is toying with me. Like it's enjoying taking its time' he thought. 

It turned its head toward Andrejcek's groin and released another deep growl. Andrejcek lifted his head up and starred at the huge beast. Dragging his inevitable death out was agonizing as if it had a vendetta not just with humans, but him personally.

"Come on you stupid fucking mutt! Get on with it or go back and hump your bitch!" Andrejcek screamed.

The animal turned its head to look at the injured man lying on the ground. Andrejcek was a little confused as he watched the animal start to tremble. It was almost as if it was part human and it just became very angry. The wolf roared with an intensity of which Andrejcek had never heard. In one swift move of its paw, the beast swiped at Andrejcek's groin.

The sharp claws removed his cock and balls, along with opening up his lower abdomen allowing his intestines to spill out onto the dirt road. Andrejcek screamed out in agony as his genitals flew over his head and landed on the other side of the road. He tried to move away using his one good arm but the wolf put his paw on top of his broken leg causing him to screech out again. The wolf lowered its heavy head until it was just inches away from his face.

"I don't deserve to die like this," he whimpered as the beast opened its jaws and removed Andrejcek Crojemic's face off his head.

********** Nevanka sat on the modest couch awaiting the return of her husband. She had the top buttons of her dress undone allowing her breasts to hang out. This was the way she was told to be when he got home and after last night's rape, she didn't need to be told twice. Her face was emotionless as she wondered where he was, he should have been home hours ago. 

She didn't see the erotic nature of sitting like this. Even though she was a beautiful woman, how could anyone get an erection from looking at her? Her face was still badly bruised and her lips swollen, and the oral sex that she was forced to do this morning didn't help matters any. Nevanka was lost in her thoughts so the sudden knock on the door startled her. Quickly buttoning her dress, she opened the door to find the old man who ran the livery stable.

"Good evening Mrs. Crojemic," he said as he tipped his hat in respect.

"Good evening. My husband is out right now. You'll need to come back in the morning if you need to speak with the Mayor," she told him as she put her hand to her face. 'I must look hideous, please leave. I'm ashamed enough already,' she thought.

"Well miss that's what I came to tell you. A few minutes ago, the Mayor's horse showed up at the livery without him. He was covered in sweat and jumpy. Something must have spooked him pretty good to be in that kind of shape," the old man told her. He tried hard not to stare.

"Oh. Thank you for coming over and telling me. I'm sure he's fine; he's a very accomplished rider. I'll tell him you have the horse when he gets back," she replied.

The man tipped his hat and turned to leave but stopped. He turned back towards her and looked at her with a sad face. "Miss, if it means anything I think what happened to you is wrong. No matter what you'll always be pretty to me." Nevanka closed the door and leaned back against it. If she were a hundred times stronger, she still would not have stopped the tears from flowing down her battered face.

She finally pulled herself together and went back to the couch. When she was comfortable, she unbuttoned her dress again and pulled it to the side. If he came home now and she wasn't ready, there would certainly be hell to pay. As she waited for her abusive husband, the words of the old man ran through her mind repeatedly. 'He was just being polite. No one would ever want me again now that I look like this,' she thought to herself.

There was another knock on the door. Nevanka opened her eyes and noticed the sun was shinning through the kitchen window. 'Oh no, I must have fallen asleep. Where is Andrejcek? He should have been home by now,' she thought.

The knock came again, but harder this time and Nevanka raced for the door. When she opened it, she saw the town constable standing on the front porch. His eyes traveled down and he blushed a bit. Nevanka looked down and noticed her breast were visible from the open dress. She had totally forgotten that it was open waiting on Andrejcek to come home.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me. I was um, just getting dressed," she said quickly as she pulled the garment closed.

"Excuse the intrusion Mrs. Crojemic. I was wondering if I could come in and talk with you?" he asked as he averted his eyes to the side of the house.

"Yes, Sir. Please come in and sit down," Nevanka told him, then quickly went into the bedroom to make her face more presentable.

"Would you like something to drink? I don't have any coffee fixed yet but I could bring you some water," she called out to him.

"That's not necessary Mrs. Crojemic. I just have a few questions for you," he replied as he studied the interior of the house.

When Nevanka returned she took a seat next to the officer and quietly stared at the floor. She tried to keep the damaged side of her face away from him. 

"Mrs. Crojemic do you know when the last time you saw your husband?" he asked.

"It was yesterday morning. He went to Stockholm to discuss business and he didn't come home last night. The stable master came over and told me his horse must have thrown him," she told him as she raised her head and looked at him.

"I'm sorry that I have to be the one to tell you this. Your husband was found dead early this morning. He was discovered about seven miles outside of town," he told her, then reached for her hand.

"What happened? Was he robbed?" Nevanka said softly.

"No Nevanka. From what the riders who found him said it appears that some wolves or wild dogs attacked him. That would explain why his horse got spooked and bolted," the constable told her.

"Do I have to identify the body?" she asked quickly.

"Nevanka I'm afraid no one can identify the body, it's pretty ripped up. To be honest, I almost got sick just listening to him describing it.

"Then maybe it wasn't Andrejcek. Maybe it was someone else," Nevanka tried to reason with him. "They found his wallet. It was Andrejcek Crojemic," he informed her.

Nevanka had a blank stare, as if she was in shock. "I'm really sorry for your loss. This is the part of my job that I hate the most, so if there is anything...," he said quietly.

"No. I think I really want to be alone right now, thank you for coming. Please let me know when to collect his body," Nevanka whimpered.

"I have a few men on their way right now. They should have him to the undertaker later this afternoon. If you prefer, I could come over and escort you over there," the constable offered.

Nevanka shook her head in agreement but turned her gaze to the floor. The dispirited officer got up and went to the door. When he was safely outside, he turned back towards the door and wondered. How in the world could a woman feel saddened for a husband that was a manipulative bastard like the Mayor?

While the battered wife sat in her home wondering what to do, Baldomr sat at the dining room table picking at his lunch but not really eating. The voice of Nevanka still rolled through his mind from yesterday. Her words hurt him immensely, but he couldn't be sure if it was to pain him or protect her? Just then, Cilka walked in to collect her dishes.

"Sir, I am never going to get my chores done if you just keep picking at your food," she said sternly as she placed her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry Cilka, I guess I'm just not hungry," Baldomr said, pushing the plate away from him.

"If you don't mind me saying so Sir, you haven't been the same since yesterday afternoon. Then you go out last night and it seems it's worse now. Where did you go out to?" Cilka asked politely.

"I had to help a friend with a problem," he told her but continued to stare off into space.

"Were you able to help him with his problem?" she asked.

"It wasn't a man, it was a woman," Baldomr replied quietly.

"Oh, I see," Cilka responded with a bit of happiness.

She picked up the plate of untouched food and then looked down at her employer. "She must be something special to have you tied up in knots like this," she told him and then quietly left the room.

Baldomr didn't hear her, his thoughts were of his Father. 'Use it wisely. It should never be used for personal gain,' that's what he said a million times. Baldomr wondered if he'd done the correct thing. Did he use his gift for personal gain or was it to save Nevanka from a life of abuse? Did he let his ancestors down by losing his temper, or make them proud that he disposed of a despicable man?

Baldomr felt torn inside as he battled with his thoughts. He wanted to go see Nevanka, make sure she was all right but he couldn't. He was the cause of her new pain so it wouldn't be right. He got up and decided to visit the pub; maybe he could find his answers at the bottom of a few beers. Grabbing his hat, he headed out into the bright sunshine.

When Baldomr reached the edge of town, he looked over towards Nevanka's house. What he saw caused him to catch his breath quickly. The town's constable was leading Nevanka down the street. She had a black cloak on with the hood pulled over her head. The way she was holding on to his arm proved that she was aware of what become of Andrejcek.

Baldomr followed behind them on the way to the pub and saw that they went into the undertaker's house. He was sure that dead body of the Mayor was in the back, being prepared for the funeral.

"I hope you're ok Nevanka, please forgive me," he whispered as he strolled into the pub.

Baldomr was in the pub for just an hour when he had enough of the early afternoon drunks and whores. He left the pub and looked over at the diner, he saw Nevanka sitting by the window with her hood held tightly around her head. Taking a chance, he walked towards the little diner to speak with the woman who filled his thoughts. When he went inside, he stood by her table and looked down at her covered form.

"Hello Nevanka, would you mind if I sit down," he asked in a soft voice.

Nevanka looked up and saw that it was Baldomr. She quickly shifted in her seat and pulled the hood closer to her face. She shrugged her shoulders indicating that she didn't really care one way or the other. When he sat down, he motioned for the server to come over.

"Would you be so kind as to bring me a cup of coffee please," he said to the plump server.

When she left he turned to his tablemate. "I would like to apologize for my behavior yesterday. You were right when you said it was none of my business. I hope you can find it within you to forgive me," Baldomr told her. There was a small pause as if she was deciding whether to accept his apology.

"I'm the one who should apologize. I realize that you were just concerned for me, but please understand that I was also trying to protect you. If you had gone to the house to confront him, he would have had you arrested. I guess that doesn't matter any longer," Nevanka said still looking away.

"What do you mean it..." he started to say, but was interrupted with the arrival of his coffee.

When the woman left, Baldomr turned back to Nevanka. "What do you mean it doesn't matter any longer?" he asked.

"Andrejcek is dead. He died last night on his way home. The constable said it must have been wolves or maybe some wild dogs. That's why I'm in here; I was too upset to go home and needed to think," she told him without looking at him.

"I'm sorry for your loss. If there's anything I can do, anything you might need help..." he said but stopped when she turned to look at him.

"You seem to be under the impression that I'm grieving, far from it. Take a good look at me; do you think I could grieve for a husband that would do this? Besides, why are you sitting here talking to a monster? Hell, you could have any single woman in town, and probably some married ones too. Me, I don't think I'll ever be normal again," she told him.

"Nevanka, I didn't mean to upset you it's just..."

"I know you're just being kind to me Baldomr. The strange thing is, you don't really have to. I'm a woman, and women are good for one thing. Pity isn't it," she added and then looked away.

Baldomr looked at her in shock. He wondered how could a caring woman, who wouldn't hurt a soul, become so cold overnight? Her late manipulative husband must have done something so horrific that maybe she was right. Maybe she would never be normal again.

"First off Nevanka, I wasn't trying to pity you. You can be sorrowful for someone and be empathic to things that have happened to them but you cannot pity them. They can only do that to themselves. Second thing is, you have some injuries. Some of them are in the inside and they take time to heal. The ones on the outside are easier to fix," he told her.

Nevanka slowly turned and looked at the man who was trying to make her feel better. "The ones on the outside are easier to fix?" she asked him. The battered wife slowly pulled the hood down and Baldomr suddenly realized he did the right thing. There were large bruises all over her neck, but what made it worse was the deep human bite mark along her shoulder.

I need you to come with me. I know just the person who can fix you up good as new," he said with a smile, trying to make her feel at ease.

"I know, I should go to the doctor but I'm embarrassed and I spent most of my money on the undertaker," she said as she pulled the hood back over her head.

Baldomr threw some cash on the table and reached for Nevanka's arm helping her up. When he did, she grimaced in pain. He apologized and helped her stand up, then led her to the door. When he extended his arm for her, she just shook her head.

"I don't mean to sound unappreciative, but I don't want to give people any more to talk about than they already do. I'll just walk beside you," she told him quietly.

They quietly walked back to the castle. Baldomr felt like he should say something but didn't really know where to start. He couldn't figure out what hurt her worse the people staring at her or the wounds themselves. When they arrived at his door, he opened it for her and allowed her to go in first. When he closed it, he looked around quickly.

"Cilka, would you come here please," he said loudly as the sudden sound of his voice made Nevanka jump.

"Yes Sir. What can I do for..." she said but stopped short when she noticed he had company.

"Oh I'm sorry; I didn't know we were having company. Sir, you really should tell me when you're bringing guests over," Cilka said as she wiped her hand furiously in her apron.

"Sorry about that Cilka, this is Nevanka. She could use some of your special help, if you know what I mean," he told her.

"Oh I see. What seems to be the problem dear?" Cilka asked as she stepped closer.

Nevanka paused for a moment, and then slowly lowered the hood off her matted blond hair. Cilka gasped in shock as the wounds came into view. She didn't know what to say to the woman who was visibly shaking.

"I slipped on my tea," Nevanka said quietly.

Cilka's face quickly turned to that of understanding. "That's what they all say dear. Women now days need to find something else to slip on," she told her, trying to calm her fears.

She held Nevanka's hand and led her to the kitchen while Baldomr went to his study. He knew that Cilka was better than any doctor was and didn't need his help. When Baldomr sat down in his high backed leather chair, he closed his eyes and thought about the recent events.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 01



"I did the right thing. I know I did," he said quietly to himself.

He wondered, now that she was alone, how he could help her. He had enough money to last two life times. He could settle the debt on the house so she didn't have to worry about that. He also knew some important people at the bank. They were growing and could always use a good teller. With her pleasant demeanor, at least the way it used to be, she would be wonderful in that position.

As he sat thinking about how he could make it easier on her, images of the kill flashed in his mind. Andrejcek's terrified look soon faded away with the bite marks on Nevanka's body, the Mayor's scream as his knee was destroyed, and then the screams of Nevanka as she was surely raped. The definition of right from wrong overshadowed any perception of personal gain that Baldomr was feeling. Cilka's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Excuse me Sir, I finished patching up Miss Crojemic," she said politely.

"How bad is it really?" Baldomr asked. The concerned look did not escape Cilka.

"Cilka, would you come here please," he said loudly as the sudden sound of his voice made Nevanka jump.

"Yes Sir. What can I do for..." she said but stopped short when she noticed he had company.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't know we were having company. Sir, you really should tell me when you're bringing guests over," Cilka said as she wiped her hand furiously in her apron.

"Sorry about that Cilka, this is Nevanka. She could use some of your special help, if you know what I mean," he told her.

"Oh I see. What seems to be the problem dear?" Cilka asked as she stepped closer.

Nevanka paused for a moment, and then slowly lowered the hood off her matted blond hair. Cilka gasped in shock as the wounds came into view. She didn't know what to say to the woman who was visibly shaking.

"I slipped on my tea," Nevanka said quietly.

Cilka's face quickly turned to that of understanding. "That's what they all say dear. Women now days need to find something else to slip on," she told her, trying to calm her fears.

She held Nevanka's hand and led her to the kitchen while Baldomr went to his study. He knew that Cilka was better than any doctor was and didn't need his help. When Baldomr sat down in his high backed leather chair, he closed his eyes and thought about the recent events.

"I did the right thing. I know I did," he said quietly to himself.

He wondered, now that she was alone, how he could help her. He had enough money to last two life times. He could settle the debt on the house so she didn't have to worry about that. He also knew some important people at the bank. They were growing and could always use a good teller. With her pleasant demeanor, at least the way it used to be, she would be wonderful in that position.

As he sat thinking about how he could make it easier on her, images of the kill flashed in his mind. Andrejcek's terrified look soon faded away with the bite marks on Nevanka's body, the Mayor's scream as his knee was destroyed, and then the screams of Nevanka as she was surely raped. The definition of right from wrong overshadowed any perception of personal gain that Baldomr was feeling. Cilka's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Excuse me Sir, I finished patching up Miss Crojemic," she said politely.

"How bad is it really?" Baldomr asked. The concerned look did not escape Cilka.

"Oh don't fret Sir. I put some ointment on the bruises. I think she should be back to normal in a week or so. The bite marks are going to take a little more time, but thankfully they're below the neck line," Cilka said as she moved closer to him.

"May I speak frankly Sir," she asked.

"You know me by now Cilka. You never have to ask me that," Baldomr told her.

"I can fix the injuries that her husband has caused, but if she returns to that house he will undoubtedly repeat the performance. Maybe she should find someplace safe to stay, maybe another family member," she said.

"You don't have to worry about that Cilka. Her husband was found dead this morning. Seems as if a pack of wild dogs got to him on his way home last night," Baldomr told her as he stared out the large pane window.

"Well I think someone should go out there and find those dogs. They deserve a big steak for what they did," Cilka said and turned to leave.

"Cilka would you set another place for dinner, I want Nevanka to join us tonight."

"I'd be happy to Sir," she told him.

"By the way, what are we having Cilka?"

"Steak," she told him.

Baldomr chuckled to himself. Without knowing it, she was rewarding Andrejcek's killer anyway. Suddenly Nevanka walked in and looked at him.

"I'm glad someone is in a good mood," she said.

"Sorry, I was just thinking of a funny story," he told her.

"I could use a funny story Baldomr," Nevanka said.

"Maybe some other time, but right now I'd like to know if you would join us tonight for dinner," he said.

"I don't know if that's a good idea. Some people might...," she said.

"I didn't ask them to dinner, I'm asking you. I won't pressure you into anything you don't want to do, but you should start thinking of yourself and not the town," Baldomr told her, maybe a little too sternly.

"Your right I suppose, but I have a few things that I have to take care of first. I need to talk to the town council about them losing their Mayor and I have to go to the bank. I'll try to be back as soon as I can. Is that alright?" Nevanka replied and left.

It was 6 p.m. before Nevanka returned. Baldomr answered the door with that same smile but the smile didn't last long as he looked into Nevanka's eyes. He led her into the foyer and took her cloak. When he hung it up, he turned to face her.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, I hope you're hungry. Cilka puts out a big meal," he told Nevanka, trying to make her feel better.

"I'm sure it will be lovely, thank you for inviting me," Nevanka replied but not looking at him.

"Would you like to go to the study? I have a very fine selection of wine, if you care to join me," he said. Something was bothering her and it wasn't the towns' people.

"Yes. That would be alright I guess." Her eyes never left the floor.

He led her into the study and let her pick her own seat. He didn't want to force her to do anything. He thought if he could show her how a man is supposed to treat a woman she might just start turning around again. Baldomr poured two glasses of red wine and then handed one to the visibly troubled woman.

"Thank you," Nevanka said quietly.

"Something other than your injuries is bothering you. Would it help to talk about it? Some people think I'm a pretty good listener," Baldomr said as politely as he could.

"I think I've already taken up more of your hospitality than I should have," she told him.

"Nonsense Nevanka, it's a pleasure having some company other than Cilka," Baldomr said as he laughed a bit.

Nevanka rose to her feet, then went to the large window and peered down at the lighted town of Predjama. She brought the glass to her lips and swallowed half the glass of wine. She seemed torn between leaving it alone or confiding in someone about her situation. The wine did nothing to calm her nerves.

"I guess you already know a few secrets about me now, so a few more won't matter much. I went to the bank earlier and found out that Andrejcek had taken most of our money out. Since he was going to see someone about the railway, I assume he gave it to him for one reason or another. I knew I couldn't make the house payment so I went to the town council to see what I could do. He should have had at least a partial pay check coming," she told him, still staring at the town.

"Nevanka, if its money you need because of him I could help you with no strings attached, not even interest," he told her.

"As generous as that would be Baldomr, it won't be necessary," she said, then drank the other half of her wine.

Baldomr got up and grabbed the bottle of wine. When he finished filling the glass, he returned to his seat so as not to pressure her. Nevanka was silent for a long period and Baldomr thought about saying something but was unsure of what. Nevanka let a long sigh out and continued.

"The council informed me that Andrejcek did indeed have a pay check coming but that it could not be used for the house. It seems he signed the mortgage over to the town and they own it. They want to turn it into a permanent residence for the acting Mayor. Since Andrejcek is gone I no longer live there," Nevanka told him calmly, but Baldomr could tell she was near her breaking point.

Baldomr was silent for a moment, trying to choose his words wisely. He decided that if he couldn't say anything to help the situation maybe he should let her guide the discussion. Nevanka turned to look at him and he could see the building tears within her. She took a sip of the liquid courage and continued.

"When I left the council chambers I stood outside and started laughing. People were looking at me like I had lost my mind," she said, her voice breaking.

"Nevanka, listen to me. You are going through a rough time right now. It's only natural to be upset and do odd things. If I were you I wouldn't let those people get to you," he told her, trying to calm her down.

"Oh Baldomr, it's not that I was going insane. I just found it funny that even after Andrejcek could no longer use me as a piece of meat, he still found a way to make me feel like I was less than human," Nevanka replied.

She couldn't hold it in any longer and fell to her knees, sobbing heavily. Baldomr rushed to her side and held her as she wept. He didn't want to try to stop her, he wanted her to let it out and with any luck, start on the road to recovery. It only took a few moments for her to calm down, hurriedly wiping her face dry.

"Please forgive me, I didn't mean to dump all this on you," Nevanka said as she pulled away from him and stood up. 

"I think I should go now. I think I've ruined your night long enough, please excuse me," she told him as she headed for the foyer.

"No please wait Nevanka, you don't have to go. You're not ruining my night, I promise. Besides, you're not really going to make me eat dinner alone with Cilka, are you?" he pleaded with her.

Just then, Cilka walked in and glared at her employer. Her hands were on her hips with her head was cocked to one side. She indeed looked intimidating.

"Now I know you were talking about another woman who looks like me and goes by the name Cilka, isn't that right...Sir," she said in a not so believable stern voice.

"You see. You can't leave me here alone with this woman, it isn't safe," he told Nevanka in a helpless voice.

Nevanka took a long pause to gather her thoughts. She looked intently into Baldomr's defenseless eyes as he patiently waited for an answer. A hearty laugh from his injured friend gave him his answer.

"Ok, ok, I'll stay. But I'm only doing it to protect you, understand?" she said to him.

"I understand totally. You sit next to me, in case she gets out of control," he replied as he moved closer to her.

Cilka moved quickly given her ample weight and grabbed Baldomr's ear. "I'll show you out of control. Now get in here before you really make me mad," Cilka told him as he allowed her to drag him into the dining room.

The three of them enjoyed the fine meal that Cilka had prepared. Baldomr was true to his word about her cooking. There was food of all sorts scattered around them and it was enough to feed six people. Cilka was doing most of the talking during the meal.

She went on and on about Baldomr's habits about the castle, what he was like to work for, and of course, every dumb thing he'd done while she was in his employ. The more Cilka embarrassed Baldomr the lighter the mood Nevanka displayed.

"Ok Cilka, I think I've been embarrassed enough tonight. Do you want some help with the dishes?" Baldomr asked her.

"Oh yes, please let us help clean up. It's the least I could do for such a suburb meal," Nevanka added.

"You two go and enjoy the evening, I think I can handle this chore," Cilka said with a wave of her hand.

"Cilka you really must give me your recipe for this wonderful pie. I'd love to bake one of them in my kitchen," Nevanka said.

Nevanka thought about that for a moment and then the depression washed over her like a wave over the sand. Baldomr saw her expression change but didn't know what to say. Cilka on the other hand was quick to solve the problem.

"My dear you can use my kitchen any time day or night for as long as you wish. Besides, it would be a welcome change of company from a man that burns cereal," she told her as she glared at Baldomr.

"I think I have an aunt in Trieste, I suppose I can use her kitchen just as well. Thank you for the offer anyway," Nevanka said as she stared away.

"I have another idea. Since you're going to need a job and a place to stay, how would you like to stay here and help Cilka with the castle? There is a lot to fix up around here and I'm sure the current help could use some advice on how to behave properly when we have guests," Baldomr said as he looked over at Cilka.

"I don't know. What would people..." she started to say.

"Oh hush dear. You let me worry about those no good busy bodies in town. I also think you should stay the night here. I need to change your patch yet this evening and again in the morning so you would be doing both of us a favor," Cilka said.

"Then it's settled. Cilka could you please find a nightgown for Nevanka to use?" he asked his housekeeper.

Nevanka looked up at them. She was getting tearful again. "I guess you're not used to hearing the word no are you."

"No," they both said at the same time.

Thanks for reading the story. Please stay tuned for the next installment where I introduce the Seal Team. Don't forget to vote and leave me a comment on what you think so far, I can only get better with practice and feedback. Thanks again and as always enjoy the journey.



They Walk Among Us Ch. 02



Hopefully this will make up for the mistakes in Ch 1. This picks up where Nevanka has been living in the castle for 6 months and has to deal with getting on with her life. It also explains how the bloodline continues and finally ends up the U.S. Since they stuck with me after Chapter one and convinced me to keep writing, this Chapter is dedicated to the following. Mickey, Misty, and Dawn -- thanks for the encouragement and help.

Fall, 1895, Predjama Castle, Predjama Slovenia.

Nevanka and Cilka were busy in the kitchen. They just finished putting the dishes away from breakfast and now Cilka was working on getting the pies started. Nevanka paused for a moment to look out the side window, the fall colors always seemed to draw her attention. Cilka stared at her for a moment and wondered if she might be feeling down again.

"Nevanka dear, are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes Cilka. I was just admiring the view of the forest. I've never seen the change from a view like this, it's quite stunning," Nevanka replied.

"Yes, I can see why you would be so taken by it. I guess I've seen it so many times over the years that I just took it for granted," Cilka said and returned to her pie crust.

"Can I ask you a question Cilka?" Nevanka asked as she went over to the counter to help.

"What is it dear?" she asked without looking up.

"How long have you lived here in the castle?" Nevanka asked.

"Oh well lets see, I started in 1872 with Baldomr's father so I guess 23 years," the old housekeeper replied.

"I hope I'm not being too nosey but what happened to Baldomr's mother?"

"She died in child birth. There's a large portrait of her in one of the upstairs studies. After she died, Baldomr's father hired me to help out with the baby and do the housekeeping. I've been here ever since," Cilka told her.

"Um...in all that time did you ever have to...um...you know?" Nevanka asked shyly.

"Do what dear?" Cilka asked. She was ignorant of where this was going.

"Um, you know...service them," Nevanka added.

"Oh my heavens no dear, Baldomr's father was a true gentleman! He would never ask that of me. As for Baldomr, I practically raised him as my own so that would be totally out of the question. Nevanka dear, not all men are like your late husband, and I'm here to tell you Baldomr is far from being that way," Cilka replied.

"I'm sorry it's just that, well, when you've never had it nice you tend to think it doesn't exist. I didn't mean to offend you," Nevanka replied.

"Nevanka you will never find a kinder man that Baldomr and if you do send him my way I'll marry him myself," Cilka told her with a laugh.

The two women finished with the pies and then separated to take care of the rest of the chores. Nevanka went upstairs to make up Baldomr's bed, and when she passed the upstairs study she couldn't help but look inside. This was the one room she had never been in while staying here. When she peered inside she wondered why she never went in here before.

The room was large. On one side was a long tall bookcase. Every piece of space was taken up with books. When she looked closer she could tell they were from different parts of Europe. She wondered how someone could collect all these. Nevanka turned to take in the rest of the room when her eyes saw the huge portrait of Baldomr's mother. She let out a loud gasp when she saw it.

The woman was maybe in her mid 20's with long flowing blond hair. She was wearing a royal blue satin dress that formed against her body perfectly. What took Nevanka's breath away was if Baldomr's mother had shorter hair, she would swear she was looking at a portrait of herself. 

"It's not possible. There's no way that can be..." she started to say.

"Baldomr's mother," Cilka added from behind her.

Nevanka quickly turned around. "Cilka why didn't you tell me? Is this the reason he offered to let me stay here, because I look like his mother?" Nevanka asked quickly.

"I can't speak for Baldomr. I can only speak for myself. If you want my opinion on why he wanted to help you and why he asked you to stay with us then I can do that," she told her.

"Ok, why did he want to help me?" Nevanka asked sternly.

"I've known him all his life and I can honestly say he has never been happier than since you came to stay with us. I didn't really expect you to notice it, but I have," Cilka told her.

"He helped me because I make him happy? That seems a little far fetched," Nevanka said.

"No Nevanka...he's in love with you," Cilka told her.

Nevanka was stunned beyond words. She was trying to formulate a correct response to the sudden news, but couldn't. The two women stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and then Cilka broke the silence.

"If it makes you feel better, Baldomr didn't make the connection with the painting until a few weeks ago when I brought it up. I knew he was in love with you the first night we had dinner together. I guess you were too injured and too brain washed by that monster you were living with to notice the way he looked at you -- even with your injuries," she told the shocked woman.

"I didn't -- how could I have known?" she asked.

"You couldn't dear, and Baldomr is too much of a gentleman to say anything to you. I guess it doesn't matter now. The question is what are you going to do now that you know?" Cilka asked her.

"I don't know if I can ever be with a man again. Even if I do, all I'm good for is now is talking dirty and letting them use me for their pleasure. How could anyone -- love -- someone like that?" she told the elderly woman.

"Nevanka I haven't always been a housekeeper. There was a time when I had sex with men, and yes, some of them wanted a slut. There were also some that made love to me and in return I made love to them. I can't tell you how to live your life, that's your job. All I can do is be your friend and as your friend I can tell you that sometimes we have to face our fears and learn from them. Most of the time, that first step is hard. But at the same time, it also the most important," Cilka told her.

"The thing I fear is dead so I can't do that," Nevanka whispered.

"My mother told me something that I will never forget. When life has you at the bottom of a barrel it's very easy to figure out what to do. You go up. Now that you're at that spot in your life, the question still stands. What will you do?" Cilka asked her.

"I'm not sure, but I guess I'll figure it out while I get my chores done," Nevanka told her as she left the room.

The rest of the day was uneventful. It was late when Baldomr got back from Belsko and the ensuing dinner was reserved as the conversation was mostly of Baldomr's day. When dinner was over, the two women cleaned up the dishes while Baldomr sat down in the next room. Cilka did not want to push Nevanka for her answer but she was quite curious about her thoughts.

"I think I'll turn in early tonight dear. I was just wondering, are you going to be here when I wake up in the morning?" Cilka asked.

"I think Baldomr and I have some things to discuss, don't you agree?" Nevanka replied.

"Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes it's not what we want. Sometimes, for whatever reason, it happens because it's what we need. It's up to you to decide which one," Cilka told her and then left to go to her room.

Nevanka walked out to join Baldomr in the lower study, when she entered she found him reading a large novel. Baldomr's keen sense of hearing had picked up the entire conversation but had no idea what was behind it. Had he done something wrong? It was safer to be ignorant so he quickly grabbed a book and pretended to read just before she entered.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner Baldomr," Nevanka said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"Oh hi Nevanka, I enjoyed dinner immensely. You two make a great team in the kitchen. Um, would you care to join me for a glass of wine?" he asked politely.

"That would be nice. Please don't get up, I'll get it myself," she told him as she removed her apron and set it in the chair next to him. 

She poured herself a large portion and went to the window to look out. She sipped her wine but remained quiet. This made Baldomr nervous, as he went over every thing that happened in the last few weeks, trying to come up with something that he did or said that might have upset her. His thoughts were broken with the sound of her voice.

"I was wondering Baldomr." She took another long sip of her wine. "Do you want me to service you?" she asked and then sipped her wine again. She never looked at him at all.

"No thank you Nevanka, my glass is still half full," Baldomr replied as he picked it up and took a sip.

Nevanka turned around and looked at him. "That's not what I meant. Do you want me to have sex with you?" she asked point blank.

Baldomr started coughing as he choked on his wine. When he regained control of his lungs again he stared at her with a dumb founded look.

"Nevanka what brought this on? Just because you live here and help around the house doesn't mean you're my property. You can come and go as you please and you can leave anytime you want to, but under no circumstances do I own you," Baldomr told her in astonishment.

Nevanka walked towards him slowly. When she stood before him she set her wine down and then began to unbutton her dress.

"Nevanka did you hear what I said -- you don't have to do this," he told her quickly.

"I heard you Baldomr. I know I don't have to, but I thought it might feel different if the man I did do it with -- was actually in love with me first," she said as she worked the last button free.

Baldomr stood up and faced her. Since he was taller than Nevanka, she had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. Baldomr brought his hand up to her face and cupped it gently. He could feel a slight tremble within her as he brought his lips to hers. To Baldomr, it was just a simple kiss, soft yet unyielding in its passion. He had been hoping for years that this moment would come, he was not about to rush it.

To Nevanka, it was no simple kiss, far from it. Andrejcek was the only man she was ever with, and when he kissed her it was with force and urgency. When she felt Baldomr's tongue caresses her lips she instinctively opened her mouth to accept the invading flesh, but he did not respond as she though he would. Baldomr gently raised her jaw, closing her mouth for her.

Baldomr broke the kiss, reluctantly, and gazed into her confused eyes. "I have a feeling that what you think you should do, doesn't apply to what's going to happen. I also think we should retire to someplace a little more comfortable," he told her.

Nevanka could only nod her head as he picked her up in his powerful arms. She became nervous when he approached the stairs and held on to him tightly. Baldomr chuckled to himself at her lack of faith in his strength, or it could be that she had never been carried to bed. Obviously Andrejcek was too fat or too drunk to ever treat her as she should have been.

"Baldomr please -- put me down, what if you trip, we'll both be hurt," she pleaded with him.

"Calm down Nevanka. I know it's hard for you to trust men but I think you'll find I don't fit the mold of normal men," he told her.

When he reached the top of the stairs she relaxed her grip on his neck. Thankfully she didn't choke him, not that she really could, given her small stature. Baldomr pushed the door to his room open and stepped in, when he was clear of the threshold he closed it softly with his foot. When it clicked shut, he could feel Nevanka tremble a bit.

"Don't worry Nevanka I don't intend on hurting you," he said, trying to calm her down.

He set her down on her feet but left his arm wrapped around her waist. Once again, he leaned down and kissed her gently. Nevanka started to relax at the pure tenderness of the contact and brought her hands up to his chest. After a few moments like this, she moved her hands to her shoulders and slid the dress off. As it crumpled to her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him back.

Baldomr allowed her to go at her own pace; he wasn't willing to push her too far. He was surprised when she reached down and undid his pants without breaking the kiss they shared. When she had them unbuttoned she pushed his pants and underwear down his muscular legs and placed her hand on his now very hard cock.

What she found forced her to break the kiss and look down. What she saw before her was the second cock she had ever seen in her life. She just got her fingers around it, barely, and it didn't have the skin around the tip. She was confused at first but then remember something about when babies are born sometimes the parents have the excess skin removed but couldn't remember what it was called.

"Nevanka -- are you alright?" he asked.

"Um, yes -- I just -- um..." she tried to say.

"We can stop if you're uncomfortable. You don't have to do this," Baldomr told her. He was genuinely concerned for her feelings.

Nevanka had only limited experience in having sex and fell back on the only thing she knew about making men happy. She started to lower herself to her knees so she could take it in her mouth. Andrejcek always told her that men want sucked and it's a woman's job to do that. Before she was halfway down, Baldomr placed his hands under her arms and lifted her back up to her feet.

"What's the matter? I thought men wanted women to use their mouth on them," she asked in an honestly puzzled manner.

"Oh you're correct they do, but I believe a woman needs to be pleasured first. If my suspicions are correct you're going to experience more than you ever have before," he told her.

Baldomr slowly picked her off her feet and placed her on the large feather bed. When he pulled his hands away, he reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. Nevanka could only stare in awe as his taut, muscular body came into view. When he had his shirt off, Nevanka quickly turned around and got on her hands and knees. Baldomr shook his head in dismay.

'What the hell did Andrejcek do to you?' he thought.

Baldomr got on the bed with her and slowly moved her to her back. Instinctively she spread her legs so he could move between them.

"You really should stop trying to think about what I want," he told her and then kissed the side of her neck softly.

Baldomr began to kiss his way down her body until he reached her extended nipple. As softly as he could he started to flick it with the tip of his tongue, when he had the rigid bud sufficiently wet he wrapped his lips around it. When he pulled gently back and flicked it with his tongue, he was rewarded with a low moan from Nevanka. Sensing that she might be enjoying this, he reached over her body and ran his fingertips over her other sensitive nipple.

The new sensations that ran through her body were intriguing. Without knowing why, she slowly closed her legs and applied pressure, effectively squeezing the lips of her sex together. This movement did not go unnoticed by Baldomr as he increased the suction on her nipple. After a few more moments of torturing the throbbing bud, he slid across her body to pleasure the other extended nipple.

Nevanka felt him and opened her legs to allow Baldomr access to what he wanted. Baldomr could understand her confusion as he moved her legs together and cradled her body in his arms as he took her dry tip into his mouth. She couldn't help but let the long moan escape her lips. Nothing she knew to be correct or what she'd been told had any bearing on what he was doing to her -- with just his lips no less.

"Baldomr I don't understand? What do you..." she tried to say but was silenced when he placed his lips upon hers.

This time Baldomr slid his tongue between her lips slowly. Nevanka didn't know why she did it but when she felt her lips being separated she kissed him back, hard. She never took Andrejcek's head in her hands because of what he did to her, but this was totally different. Baldomr was trying to give her pleasure, making her moan, not just taking it. She wondered if this is the way it was supposed to be all along.

Although Baldomr never wanted this moment to end, he needed to continue the retraining of the once conditioned beautiful woman. Baldomr painstakingly kissed his way down her body, stopping to tease her nipples again. He wondered if Nevanka would ever let go of his head as he continued lower. Nevanka thought this was the moment that he would finally push himself inside her, so she spread her legs once more.

She thought that for the first time in her life a man would enter her when she was wet first. From what she could feel, she was in fact very wet. When Baldomr didn't rise up to mount her she looked down to see what he was doing. 

'I don't understand. Where is he going?' she thought.

When Baldomr reached his desired spot, he opened his mouth and placed it upon her pussy. He knew this was the first time a man had gone down on her by the way she threw her head back and bit her hand to keep from screaming out. He fully understood why her other hand pulled on his hair. Maybe a little too hard, but he could see why.

When he ran the rough side of his tongue against her clit, Nevanka's legs started to move back and forth as if she was trying to get away but not really wanting to. Baldomr's hair was starting to hurt a little too much, so he reached up and softly removed her hand and placed it on the bed. When she felt the comforter against her palm, she grabbed a handful and tried to pull it up. Baldomr thought it was a good thing he did that, she looked like she might pull that single patch free from the rest of it.

"Baldomr -- my God Baldomr stop -- you're killing me," she pleaded with him.

Baldomr was in no mood to stop; her juice was the most intoxicating thing he had ever tasted. It didn't help Nevanka's condition when he slowly slipped in two of his fingers inside her and then moan against the throbbing clit. Nevanka's head rolled from side to side as she fought to keep from screaming. She bit her bottom lip and her legs thrashed about wildly.

"Noooooo -- please stop. Oh God -- Baldomr what's -- what's..." the poor woman whimpered.

Baldomr moved his fingers slowly enough to enhance the pleasure; she had already been through enough pain. Nevanka's legs started to straighten out and he could feel them trembling against his face. He knew Andrejcek was a true bastard, but it just wasn't possible that he never gave his wife an orgasm. Could this really be the first time she had ever cum?

"Baldomr really -- stop. I don't know..." she tried to say but then suddenly bit her lip harder.

If this was going to be the first orgasm of her life then Baldomr was determined to make it a memorable one. He placed her clit between his lips and sucked on it like it was a third nipple. Nevanka was now crying, trying to fight the onslaught of feelings coursing through her body. Baldomr looked up past her torso and saw she was in turmoil. He didn't want to hurt her and thought maybe he'd gone too far.

Nevanka lifted her head and looked wildly into his eyes. Suddenly her head snapped back and her knuckles had turned white from gripping the comforter too tight. No force on Heaven or Earth could have stopped her from holding in the scream that left her body. Her legs shot out and Nevanka forced her hips up so violently that Baldomr had to remove his mouth to keep from having his nose broken.

Meanwhile Cilka was just starting to fall asleep when she was startled by a high pitch scream from down the hall. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to dash down the hall to help the presumably injured woman, but then realized that it was not so much a scream of pain as it was of passion. When she laid her head back down a smile crossed her face. She knew that she would have help with the chores in the morning, well, maybe not first thing in the morning.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 02



Nevanka's body collapsed back down on the bed, small tremors raced through her muscles. Baldomr knew she needed a break so he slid up next to her and held her tired body in his arms. While she rested her head on his chest she fought to control her breathing. She was utterly confused on what to do next. Even if she had the strength, which she didn't, what could she possibly do that would match what he did.

"Baldomr -- I don't -- I don't know what...," she told him as she tried to catch her breath.

"You don't have to say anything, just rest awhile," he said as he stroked her silky hair.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal and she allowed herself to snuggle closer to Baldomr. She was slightly mesmerized by the rise and fall of his chest, her head slowly rocking with it. It was comforting and began to lull her to sleep slightly.

"Baldomr," Nevanka whispered.

"Yes Nevanka,"

"Is this what it's supposed to be like?" she asked him.

"I'm not sure I understand the question. Supposed to be like what?" Baldomr replied.

Nevanka rose up on her elbow and gazed into his eyes. "Is this what it's supposed to be like when you fall in love?" Nevanka asked her eyes full of hope.

"No Nevanka. This is not what it's like to fall in love. When you fall in love, it will be ten times better," Baldomr told her.

"I -- I think I might -- love you Baldomr," she told him and then leaned down and kissed him deeply.

They kissed each other for what seemed an eternity when Baldomr broke away and nuzzled her neck. Nevanka spread her legs out again, inviting her new lover to climb on top of her and do what men needed to do. Baldomr continued to confuse her as he reached over and pulled her legs closed again, he had no plans on rushing anything.

"I understand Baldomr. Would you like me to -- you know -- use my mouth on you?" she asked softly.

He said nothing as he continued to plant soft kisses along her neck so Nevanka fell back on the only experience she ever had. As she wrapped her hand around his cock, her amazement returned when she felt the bulbous head against her palm.

"Um, what I meant to say was, would you like me to suck your cock? I really like to suck cock and you can -- um -- shoot your cum in my mouth. I really enjoy -- um -- I like to swallow cum," she said nervously.

Baldomr pulled away from her neck and looked at her with a puzzled look. Only one thought had gone through his mind, 'her late husband was not only a pig, but a sexual deviant also'.

"Nevanka I don't think you understand. You don't..." he tried to say.

"I'm sorry. I can do it better really. I want to suck your big fucking cock. Please fuck my mouth and then you can use my -- um -- cunt -- as long as you want," she told him quickly but did not look at him. She was too embarrassed at her language.

"Stop it Nevanka. Now, as I was trying to say, you don't have to do those things ever again. Making love to someone does not involve you being a sexual slave or a pub whore. What it does involve is learning each other's pleasures and since you haven't caught on yet, I enjoy giving pleasure as much as I do receiving it," he told her.

"Yes Baldomr, I'm sorry," she replied but still avoiding his gaze.

Baldomr held her chin, lifted her face up, and then kissed her softly. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he fell backwards, effectively pulling her on top of him. As she lay on top of his muscular form, Nevanka ran her fingers through his thick hair and kissed him back so hard that Baldomr had to roll his head to one side to avoid being hurt.

Nevanka slid slowly down his body, just as he had done with her earlier. When she began sucking his nipple Baldomr raised his head and tried to correct her behavior once more.

"Nevanka, I told you before you don't have to do that," he said as he pulled on her arms.

"I know I don't have to anymore Baldomr. I'm going to do it because I want to now, please," she said as she stroked his face.

When he didn't reply, she continued her slide down his body. Her new lover shivered with passion as she left soft kisses along his chiseled abdomen. When she was finally between his now out stretched legs she raised his blood-laden cock up and ran her wet lips up the length of it. As her lips reached the head she could taste his pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip.

The taste of it surprised Nevanka. The small dollop of cum that rested on her tongue was not salty, as she had assumed it would be. Instead, it had a sweet flavor as if she was sucking on a piece of candy. Nevanka placed her lips over the head again and flicked her tongue across the leaking hole. This caused Baldomr to let out a low moan as the sensation ran through his groin.

When Nevanka heard the moans, she knew he was pleased by her actions and to his credit, left his hands at his side. Too many times, had her late husband grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head down until she choked.

Nevanka separated her lips and allowed her head to drop down. The taste, the texture and definitely the size was something she had never experienced. To the once battered woman, it was as if she was performing this simple act for the first time. Due to the size of him, she could only fit about half of his cock in her mouth; she used her hand on the rest of the hard muscle.

"Oh my God Nevanka, you better not do that too long," Baldomr told her as she repeated the motion repeatedly.

Each time she pulled the member out, she sucked in more of his leaking cum. She wondered for a moment if she could become addicted to his sweet tasting cream. The longer she bobbed her head the more slick his cock had become with spit. This assisted her actions with her fist and she doubled her strokes with her slippery hand. She then tensed as she felt his hand on her hair.

Baldomr caressed her hair slowly as he lay there. He needed to touch her, to feel the softness of her hair. When he felt her tense up he quickly moved his hand to her arm and stroked the supple skin. When he did this, he felt her relax and continue the exquisite oral manipulation of his throbbing cock. Baldomr was thinking that he should stop this soon or he wouldn't be able to stop this at all.

Nevanka was confused when Baldomr grabbed her arms and pulled her up and away from his cock. When she was face to face with him, she looked at him with a worried look.

"Was I doing it wrong? I thought you were enjoying it Baldomr," she asked.

"That's the problem, I was enjoying it a little too much," he replied.

Nevanka smiled at the comment. She wasn't used to having a man enjoy himself and then wanting it to stop. In an instant, her smile faded as she was pulled further upward. Now that Baldomr had her in a good position, he allowed her to slide back down until the tip of cock was placed against the inflamed lips of her vagina. When she felt the tip start to enter her, she again looked at him with a confused look.

"I don't understand, I should be the one on the bottom. That's how it's...," she said as Baldomr silenced her with a kiss.

Nevanka's mind was reeling from the overload of sensations that ran through her as his cock slid deeper and deeper inside her. This was not the first time she had a hard cock inside her, but it was the first time a man had done it with care. She was intrigued by the fact she was on top, it gave her more control over the act and a world of new feelings inside her pussy.

As Baldomr slowly rocked his cock inside her, he softly ran his fingertips over the hard little buds on her breasts. This small act caused Nevanka to moan into his open mouth as they continued to kiss. To Nevanka it was as if she was a virgin and learning to make love all over again. Even though the monster she had married never really made love to her at all.

When Nevanka thought she had all of him buried inside her, Baldomr broke the kiss they shared and slowly put pressure on her now sweaty breasts. As she was lifted off his body a little, he broke into a little smile.

"If I'm correct in my assumption, I believe that you're going to enjoy this," he told her as he began pushing her up to a seated position atop of him.

"I don't understand Baldomr. What is it you want me to...?" she asked.

Nevanka's eyes grew larger as the realization of what was happening took hold. She also knew that she didn't have all of him inside her as she previously thought. When she was fully erect, she had the sudden fear that the deeply embedded cock would rip her apart. Her mouth hung open and she tried to scream but nothing came out, all she could do was pant as the pain subsided.

When Baldomr saw she was starting to calm down, he lowered his hands to her hips and began rocking her back and forth. This caused his cock to move inside her, but not in and out but a completely new motion that took her by surprise.

"Oh God Baldomr -- what are you doing to me. I never realized I could have this many emotions all at once. I feel so -- oh God -- I feel so full," she whimpered.

By moving her hips back and forth, Nevanka found out that in this position she was rubbing her clit. He was making her feel good with not only his cock but with his body as well. Taking a chance, she placed her hands on his chest and began rocking herself against him. When Baldomr saw this, he moved his hands back up to her breasts and continued his manipulation of her nipples.

It had only taken a few minutes of the wanted abuse to bring her to the brink of the second orgasm of her life. When she looked down at his loving face, she knew he was close too. Was it possible that he couldn't control the feelings as little as she could? In that single moment, time stood still, and she knew what she wanted in life. She wanted this loving man to cum inside her, to give her a baby and claim her as his, not just as a wife -- but as an equal.

"Baldomr, I want to -- I want you to..." she tried to say.

"I know Nevanka, its ok to let go. It's ok to cum dear," Baldomr replied.

"Yes I'm going to cum but, I want you to..." That was all she could say as the orgasm took over her body. When it did, her muscles tightened around Baldomr's cock and milked him over the edge with her.

Nevanka screamed out again and startled Cilka for the second time that night. When she heard Baldomr scream with her, she thought to herself, 'if this keeps up I might have to move down stairs to get some sleep.

Nevanka's body went into overload mode as she felt his hot cum shoot inside her. There was no way she could prevent the stop of her bodily functions as she went unconscious and collapsed against Baldomr. He quickly moved out of the way as her body came crashing down. As he held her, he could tell she was alive -- for a moment he was a little worried. He gently stroked her back as she lay against him, enjoying the sensation of having her body next to his.

Baldomr knew that he had found his soul mate, one that he could live with, grow old with. Would it ever be possible that he could also share the one thing he desperately needed to share? The deep secret he had to live with until his dying day. Werewolves are real and they walk among us.

Summer, 1944, Western area of Slovakia. 

Toncek Dvorska and his wife Marta set the bags they were carrying down by a fallen tree and sat down. Their four-year-old son, Luka, curled up next to his mother and sighed at the welcome rest. They had been walking for hours and it was starting to get dark. Toncek knew they had to continue, it wasn't safe staying out in the open like this. The resistance safe house was not too far away and they had to get there so they could get supplies and rest for the next leg of the journey.

"Momma, my legs are starting to hurt. Why can't we just sleep out here tonight?" Luka asked.

"I already told you sweetheart. Daddy is trying to get us to the nice people that will help hide us for a little while. If we stay out here, we might be seen by the bad people in black and they will take you away from us," Marta told her son.

Toncek leaned over and brushed the hair out of Luka's face.

"It will be alright Luka, we don't have much further to go. After we rest for a bit, I'll give you a pony ride the rest of the way. The nice woman that lives in the house is supposed to be a really good baker and I bet she has a lot of cookies just for you," he said.

After resting for a half hour, Toncek leaned down in front of his son so he could climb on his back. When he was confident that his son was holding on, he picked up two of the bags and Marta put the backpack on. Toncek looked at the map and turned towards his wife.

"We only have a few miles left to go dear. We don't get another break till we reach the safe house," he said.

"I'll be fine dear, you know I'm stronger than I look," Marta said with a laugh.

"Yes I know, maybe you should carry everything and I'll just walk behind you," he joked with her.

"Don't start with me Toncek, you know the rules," Marta replied sternly.

Toncek smiled and started walking towards their next stop. With any luck they would be there within an hour and then they could rest for a few days. When they were about a half a mile from the house, Marta reached forward and grabbed Toncek's arm. When he turned around he saw the look on his wife's face. He had only seen that look a few times before, but he knew right away what the problem was.

"You sense something don't you Marta," he told his wife.

"Up ahead of us I think, maybe from the safe house," she replied quietly.

"Marta, it could just be Titiana and nothing more," Toncek said, trying to calm his wife down.

"I don't think so. I think she might have company, I sense there's something wrong," she whispered.

"Poppa are we there yet?" Luka asked as he was waking up.

"Almost little one, almost," he told him.

"I think I should go and check it out before we go any further Toncek. We can't risk it with Luka being so weak," she told him.

Toncek put his son down and pulled Marta away from him.

"And I can't risk loosing you. You know what your father told you before he died. You must never be discovered, it's too dangerous," he said to his wife.

"I remember. It was the same thing that Grandfather Baldomr told me. You don't need to remind me of my responsibility, but look at your son. He can't go anymore and we can't stay out here without being discovered. I'll go see what's going on and then come back for you two. You have to trust me," Marta told him as she cupped the side of his face.

Marta kissed her husband and quickly walked away from her family. She had sensed danger ahead and there was no way she was going to risk the safety of her family. For the past few months the German Army, along with the SS squads, have been questioning anyone they suspect. The resistance forces were always careful to keep a low profile, but they never knew when or where they would be stopped and questioned.

She had joined the resistance a few years ago when one of her friends approached her on the subject. She never used her gift to kill others, but her heightened senses came in helpful to alerting others of danger and getting through enemy lines. She received word that the SS were looking for the Dvorska family but her informant told her no matter what, they want the child taken alive.

The decision to escape to America was an easy one for the Dvorska's. If the Nazi's ever captured either her or her child alive the consequences would be devastating. Even if she wouldn't turn on others, her child could be corrupted to use his gift for evil. Even to the point of killing his human father. She could never allow that to happen, and would do anything to prevent it.

**********

Titiana Sekerija fought against the ropes that bound her to the top of her dining room table. The gag that was placed in her mouth prevented her from screaming at the large SS Major who was busy, beating her husband. Wolfgang Gruber backhanded Dario for the eighth time in the past half hour and was growing tired of his refusal to answer his questions.

"Now Dario, I wish you would just tell me where the Dvorska's are. My last report had them traveling this way, but we haven't been able to locate them. Have they already been through and we missed them?" Gruber asked.

"I've already told you Major, I have no idea who the Dvorska's are. We are a simple family and we mind our own business," Dario said quietly,

"Then why do you have a trap door under that rug over there? Is that so you and your lovely wife can mind your own business without being seen?" Gruber asked and then slammed his fist into Dario's stomach.

While Dario coughed up blood, Titiana tried desperately to break free of her bindings and help her husband. Gruber knew he was going to get the information sooner or later, but how much work would he have to go through first. Then he turned to look at Dario's wife and thought of a new tactic.

"It seems you have high tolerance to pain Dario. It is either that, or your life means nothing to you, and you are willing to die to protect the Dvorska's. I wonder if your lovely wife shares the same sentiments?" he said and walked over to the bound woman.

"Please don't, I've already told you everything I know which is nothing. She doesn't know anything either. Please leave her alone," he pleaded with the SS Major.

Gruber looked down at the gagged woman. She was obviously upset at the interrogation of her husband. Her hair on the side of her head was soaked with tears. He motioned for his assistant to move over to Dario, as he pulled a small pocketknife out of his coat.

"Hello Fraulein. You will have to excuse my manners for not coming over sooner and introducing myself, my name is Wolfgang. It is a pleasure meeting such a lovely creature out here in the middle of the wilderness," he said in an overly polite tone.

Titiana struggled and then looked at her husband. When he tried to break free of his ropes the German guard slammed his rifle butt down on Dario's forearm, effectively breaking it. As he screamed out in pain, Gruber glared at his assistant.

"Please, Hans. How can I question his wife if he is making all that noise?" he said sarcastically.

"Forgive my companion, he knows little about civility. Now where were we, oh yes, your beauty. Dario must be a very lucky man to have acquired a woman like you. I too am a very lucky man, but alas, my wife is nowhere near your stunning splendor," he said as he cut the buttons off the front of her dress.

Once he had the dress open, he placed the knife between her skin and her bra strap and pulled up. As the material gave away to the blade, Titiana let out a moan through her gag.

"I'm sorry Fraulein, you are trying to say something," he said as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

"Please -- we don't know anything about the people you're looking for. Just let us go," she pleaded.

"It seems your husband cares nothing for his life. I wonder if he cares about your virtue. It would be a shame to live the rest of your life, knowing that your husband is not as good a lover as you previously thought," Gruber told her as he cut her panties open.

"Oh God -- please don't. I'll do anything, but please not this," Titiana pleaded with her captor.

"You see Hans all you have to do is find the right button -- and then push," he said as he jammed his thumb against her clit.

"Now Fraulein, would you be so kind as to tell me the whereabouts of the Dvorska family," Gruber said.

"We have no idea. Even if you rape me the answer will be the same," she whimpered.

"I think dear girl that you'll find..." Gruber started to say and then turned towards the door.

Wolfgang Gruber turned his head slowly as if trying to pick up a sound too faint to hear. After a few moments he looked back down at Titiana.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 02



"It seems we are having company after all Fraulein," he said and then backhanded her across the face.

The two Germans moved to the front door and went outside, closing the door behind them. Hans looked around into the woods but saw nothing that looked suspicious. Gruber on the other hand, was staring at a small path that led deeper into the woods. The scent was unmistakable -- he had finally found the Dvorska's.

"You can come out now. I mean you no harm Dvorska, all I want to do is talk to you for while," Gruber whispered into the darkness.

Out of the darkness, the large wolf slowly walked towards the two men. Hans only knew that they were looking for the Dvorska's and raised his rifle up to his shoulder. Gruber quickly grabbed the weapon and forced it down.

"No Hans, we don't want any harm coming to Mrs. Dvorska, besides, your weapon is ineffective on werewolves," he told him.

"A what!" he said in astonishment.

"A werewolf my dear Hans, well, actually the correct term for you my dear is wifwolf is it not, because a she-wolf is one that is not yet married. You see Hans this is a female and is exceedingly rare among her breed. I have been searching for you for sometime now. I'm curious, Marta isn't it -- does your husband know what you are? I wonder what your son will say, when he finds out that his mother is a monster. A genetic freak of nature," Gruber said.

Gruber stepped down off the porch and walked a few steps towards the beast. When he did, the wolf let out a low, deep growl.

"Now, now Mrs. Dvorska there is no reason for such behavior. All we want to do is help you, along with your family. My associates back in Berlin could use someone else with your unique -- how shall I put this -- abilities," Gruber told her.

Once again she growled at the SS Major, but he showed no signs of backing down. Hans on the other hand was visibly trembling at the sight of the large beast. Gruber started to slowly circle around her, which caused her to display her large canine teeth and move farther out of the woods.

"I'm sure you are aware that your actions are no cause for me to be alarmed Mrs. Dvorska. You know what I am, and for that very reason, you are hesitant about attacking us. You know that if you do I will be forced to kill you, and then I'm left with just your son. We would rather have both of you," Gruber told her.

Marta Dvorska knew she had to act soon; the Major wouldn't wait much longer. In an incredible burst of speed she launched herself towards Hans. The movement was so quick that he didn't have time to protect himself. She hit him with such force that they smashed through the front door and came to a rest by the screaming family.

When Marta looked down, she saw that she crushed the German's chest. With him out of the way it was one on one, but the odds were still in his favor. When she looked back up at the screaming woman, she saw her face full of fear but was staring at the doorway. Marta moved just before the larger black wolf hit her. Since Gruber missed his intended target he ended up smashing the table that Titiana was strapped down to.

Seeing her chance, she bolted out the front door to the clearing and quickly turned around. Within moments the massive black wolf appeared at the opening and snarled with a vengeance. Marta knew what was coming and waited for it. Suddenly the black wolf, who moments before was SS Major Gruber, launched himself through the air. Marta joined him in the action, and in a split second they collided in midair.

Since he was larger than Marta she took the brunt of the collision as they crashed to the ground. Now that she was on her back, she knew that she was in a seriously compromising position and tried to sink her teeth into the muscular neck. When Gruber howled out in pain, she pulled back roughly, tearing a large chunk of meat loose.

Gruber returned the painful act by slashing the smaller wolf's shoulder. Even with the new injury, she was able to flip onto her paws and lunge herself on top of Gruber. Even though he was muscular, she had the advantage of being more nimble. This added trait, and the fact that she was fighting for the safety of her child, allowed her the chance to bite down on the area just below his shoulders.

Gruber howled and then shook Marta off his back. In a flash he was on top of her, effectively pinning her down. Only one thought went through her mind. She hoped that her husband Toncek got Luka out of the area. When Gruber opened his jaws, preparing for the death blow, Marta tried to struggle with no avail.

Suddenly a shot rang out and Gruber was hit in the side of his massive chest. The bullet caused him no additional damage but it forced him to turn his head. When he looked at Titiana trying to reload the single shot rifle he growled. Quickly, Marta thrust her teeth around Gruber's throat and ripped his windpipe out. Luka's mother had won the battle.

When the enormous black wolf dropped to the ground, Marta took a few steps towards Titiana. She didn't want to hurt the woman, but she didn't want shot either. When she growled at the naked woman, she dropped her gun and then fainted. Since her husband Dario was still tied to the chair, Marta's secret was safely intact.

She turned around and looked down at the dead werewolf. She was just in time to see it change back into Wolfgang Gruber. His clothes were torn and ragged, which was always the case when one would change back to human form. She had to get the body out of sight before he was discovered, so she grabbed his arm in her powerful jaws and drug him deep into the woods.

It had been over an hour and Toncek was getting worried, so he tapped Luka on the shoulder to wake him.

"Luka come on, time to get up," he said.

"We can't Poppa -- Momma isn't back yet. She won't know where we're at," he told him as he rubbed his eyes.

"Don't worry little one, she'll find us, but we can't go to the house so we have to find somewhere else to stay," Toncek said as he picked up the bags.

Just when he was about to reprimand Luka for not moving, Marta appeared from the darkness. Her dress was torn and her shoulder was bleeding. When she reached her husband, she collapsed in his arms.

"Dear God Marta, what happened to you?" he asked hastily.

"The SS were at the house and they were trying to get information on us. Titiana and Dario are alive but their hurt. We have to get there and help them," Marta told her husband.

"Do they know it was you?" Toncek asked.

"No, Dario was tied to a chair and Titiana fainted when I approached her. They never saw me or the SS Major change," she told him.

Toncek picked up his tired son and they all headed towards the safe house. When they arrived, Titiana was just starting to come around and Dario was screaming for his wife. When Marta leaned down to help the woman up, she was startled and slid back away from her.

"Titiana, calm down, it's ok. Are you alright?" Marta asked.

"Where are they? Did you see them? Are they still around?" she asked quickly as she scanned the area.

"Are who still around Titiana? What happened to you?" Toncek asked.

"The SS were here and they -- oh my God -- Dario..." she cried out and jumped up to check on her husband.

They started inside but before Toncek went in, Marta stopped him and told him to keep Luka outside. Toncek peered over her shoulder and saw the dead German on the floor.

"Luka you stay here on the porch until I come get you, I won't be long," he told his son as he set him down on a chair on the front porch.

It took Toncek ten minutes to dispose of the body while Marta and Titiana worked on Dario. Once it was safe, Toncek got Luka and brought him inside and sat him at a small table. There were some cookies there, just as his dad had promised and he ate his fill. The four adults said little to each other due to Luka's presence, but once he was safely asleep Toncek brought the subject up.

"What happened before we got here Titiana? How come it looked like that German had his chest crushed?" he asked.

"I'm not sure how to tell you. You'll think I've lost my mind. Hell, I think I've lost my mind," she said softly.

"Dario, did you see what happened?" Marta asked him.

"Not much at the end. It started with an SS Major and some other guy trying to get information on you three. He was getting frustrated because I wouldn't talk and that's when he started to try and rape Titiana," Dario said.

"I don't understand, what do you mean try and rape Titiana?" Toncek asked.

"He means that filthy pig would have raped me to make Dario talk, but they went outside to meet someone. They closed the door and we were tied down so I couldn't see or hear who they were talking to. That's when it went crazy," Titiana told them.

"They were out there for about five minutes and then the German that you found, went flying through the door. What was on top of him isn't possible," Dario added.

"You're not making sense, what was on top of him?" Toncek asked him with a puzzled look.

"Some kind of animal, a wolf maybe, but not like any wolf I've ever seen," he said.

"There were two of them. One of them was pure black and he was trying to kill the smaller one that killed the German. When he tried to attack him -- or it -- he missed and crashed into the table I was on. That's how I got loose," Titiana said.

"Did they kill the SS Major too?" Mrs. Dvorska asked. 

"One of them must have Marta, we never saw him again," Titiana told her.

"How come they didn't attack you two as well?" Toncek asked them.

"I shot the black one, but when he turned on me, the smaller one ripped his throat out. That's when it came after me and I fainted. It must have gotten scared or something because they were both gone when you got here. I thought for sure they attacked you too, the way your shoulder was," Titiana said.

"I told you we didn't see a thing. I got cut up when I tripped into some bushes," Marta told her.

"Well it's all over now so let's get some rest, we have another long day tomorrow. Thanks again you two for letting us stay here, we'll be out in the morning so we won't bring any more attention to you," Toncek said politely.

"It's not that easy Toncek. The Nazi's know who we are and they're sure to know that those two were here tonight. When they come looking for them and find only us, they will put two and two together and kill us. We are going with you to the merchant ship. Our only chance for survival now is in America with you two," Dario told him.

They all agreed and settled down for the night. Marta was glad that the two of them were oblivious of the truth. Even though she knew the consequences of her actions, it was inevitable. The results of no action would have been far worse. She could only hope that they could find a better, quieter life somewhere in America.

April, 1988, Galveston Texas

The elder gentleman walked into the significant sized home and set his briefcase down by the front door. When he went into the kitchen for a beer, he found his wife cutting up cabbage for dinner tonight. He quietly sneaked up behind her and wrapped his large arms around her.

"Hello gorgeous," Luka said.

"Oh you evil man, don't you know it's not polite to scare a woman with a knife," Beth told her husband.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Dvorska. Maybe I can talk you into coming upstairs with me so I can make it up to you. I think you'll find my apologies can be quite pleasing," Luka whispered in her ear.

"Luka I swear, you're 58 years old and all you can think about is having sex. I do believe you are now official a dirty old man," Beth as she turned around in his arms.

"Well dear you are ten years younger than me. So I guess that tag fits," he said as he kissed her cheek.

"That's right I am, and I don't want the police questioning me on why your heart stopped while you were naked in bed," she replied.

"I tell you what, if you kill me with that beautiful body of yours, you tell the police and the doctors the truth. They'll fill out the reports and state the facts. Younger woman fucked her husband to death," he said laughing.

"I was wrong, you're not a dirty old man, you're sick and need professional help," Beth said as she slipped away from him.

"Yeah, but you still love me," he told her and slapped her butt as she moved away.

"Hey honey have you seen Kevin yet?" Luka asked as he got a beer.

"Not yet dear. He went to the gym a few hours ago but he's supposed to be home soon," Beth said as she returned to the dinner.

"Good, I still need to talk him out of that dumb idea of going into the Navy," he told her.

"Luka why don't you just let him be. His mind is made up, and if you ask me, which you haven't, I think serving his country will be good for him," she said.

"Jesus Beth, he's got a free ticket to every major university in the nation. I mean hell, Texas A&M is beating down our door to get him, and God knows that they need a running back like Kevin. God do they need a running back," he said as he sat down at the kitchen table.

"I don't understand. He can get college in the military and who knows he might just be good at it. You keep telling him that he should help people, so what's the big deal about doing it in a uniform?" Beth said.

"Beth lets be realistic about this. One, he's got a future in college and with the right coaching, maybe even the NFL. That kind of gift doesn't come around to just anyone. Two, my mother and father risked everything to get to the states for a better life. I don't need to remind you of the fact that we're not quite normal. He would be better suited for life here and not off somewhere fighting wars," Luka said as he sipped his beer.

Beth sat down next to her husband. When she took his hand in hers, she looked into his eyes and gave that little smile that always calmed her husband down. After 20 years of marriage she knew just what to do when he was worried. During their first year of marriage, she wanted to have children, but Luka was against it. He always told her that his gene pool should stop with him.

The day he shared his secret with her, she thought he was joking. It's not everyday that your husband sits you down and tells you he's a werewolf. That's like saying 'I'm sorry honey I should have told you earlier. I'm actually from Mars and wanted to know if you might like to take a vacation there next year when my spaceship is out of the repair shop.' She even sensed his reluctance when she asked him to prove it to her.

Even during the ride out to the desert, she kept telling Luka that maybe he should see a doctor. There had to be some explanation as to why he thought he was some mythical monster. Beth would never forget their conversation back in 1969, as they got out of the car in the middle of nowhere.

July -- nineteen years earlier.

"Luka, this is silly. What are we doing way out here? If you want to prove you're a werewolf then why can't we just do it at the apartment? I'll get you a nice bone to chew on after you go all hairy on me," Beth joked.

"We're out here because when you scream, we won't get arrested by the police. I want you to promise me not to run away, I'm not going to hurt you -- no matter what," Luka said as he kissed her lips.

"Luka please, I don't know what your mom and dad did to make you think you're a werewolf, but your not," Beth pleaded with him.

Luka took a few steps back and started to remove his clothes. He knew what would happen to them and he forgot to bring a change of clothes.

"Oh you're one of those kinds of werewolves. Get all naked, change, and then take your mate from behind -- kinky," she joked.

"Promise me Beth, this is important to me," Luka said.

"Fine, if it will make you feel better I promise not to run away. This is stupid we need to..." she started to say.

In an instant her husband Luka changed before her eyes into a monster the size of a grizzle bear. Beth blinked twice to clear her vision and then, just as Luka had thought, she screamed out at the top of her lungs. She was so gripped with fear that she was frozen in place. When she realized she was standing still, Beth darted towards the car and threw herself inside.

With the doors locked she fumbled with her purse. She searched for her car keys but they weren't there and the other set was in Luka's clothes. Beth looked out the window and saw that the large beast was laying on them. The wolf lay down on the ground and rested his large head on top of his paws. Even through the closed windows she could faintly pick up the sound of the animal whining.

For over an hour the wolf never moved. It remained on the ground and never lifted its head off of his paws. It was still daylight and the car was getting hot inside. Beth would have opened a window but the keys were still outside in her husband's clothes. She only had two choices, die in the car or take her chances with the wolf.

"This is insane. If I go out there I'll be killed or worse just bitten. My damn luck, I'll turn into a monster during the next full moon," she whispered.

Beth looked at the beast. Given its sheer size, he could have easily torn the car apart and gotten her out. Maybe she could just crack the car door and let some of the heat out. What if the wolf saw this as an invitation to go ahead and attack? How could she defend herself against such a creature?

"Now you be a good doggy and just lay there," she said as she opened the door.

Luka lifted his head and stared at his wife.

"That's a good boy, no need to be frightened, I'm not going to hurt you and you're not going to hurt me," Beth whispered as she stepped out of the car.

When she was fully out of the car she peered at the animal. The image of her husband flashed through her mind. The day they were married, the strolls in the park that they shared. The passionate love they had at night that left them both weak.

"Can you understand me?" she whispered.

Luka lifted his head up slightly.

"You're not going to hurt me -- are you?" Beth asked him.

Luka got up and grabbed his pants and carried them in his powerful jaws. When he lay the pants down that held the car keys, he gazed up at her and then turned around. He walked away a few feet and resumed his position on the ground. This time however, he was facing away from his one true love. It was over and he had nowhere else to go and maybe it was for the best. How could anyone love a monster?

Beth reached down and pulled the keys out of his pants and climbed into the driver's seat. When she turned the key, the engine roared to life. She put the car in drive and held the brake. She was just about to hit the gas when she heard the whimpering of the wolf again.

The battle raged within her. That was her husband that was lying on the desert floor. No it wasn't it was a monster that came to life from a fairy tale.

Beth took a chance, maybe for life, maybe for love itself. Reaching up she turned the ignition off and peered out the window. What she saw made her eyes mist over and her love for her husband grow even stronger.

When Luka heard the car shut off, he rolled over onto his back in a submissive gesture. When he turned his head to look at the car, he saw Beth opening her door and getting out. In his last attempt to save his marriage, Luka whimpered loudly into the bright sunshine.

"Stop making all that noise you stupid mutt, someone will come by and put you in a cage," Beth said sarcastically.

Luka stayed on his back as not to push the delicate situation. His wife was coming around to the realization of what he truly was.

"Luka are you going to stay like that all day or can you please change back so we can go home? I have pork chops that are thawing out and you have a lawn to mow, she said as she kneeled down next to him.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 02



The large beast whimpered and turned his head away. Beth reached out and started rubbing Luka's belly.

"Ok let's get something straight right now mister. I know you can kill me whenever you want to. You can rip me to shreds and tear me into a million pieces. That bit of information has no bearing on the fact that you have a yard to take care of and don't think for a minute that you get out of taking out the trash. Do you understand me Luka Dvorska?" she said in a stern, wifely voice.

In a flash, Luka had turned back to human form. He lay there on the desert floor covered in sweat from the heat. Beth's hand was on his powerful chest as he gazed into her eyes.

"There are just a couple of things you have to know Beth," he told her.

"And what might that be my love?" Beth said in a caring voice.

"The lawn mower is broke and I really don't like your pork chops," he told her.

"Fine. You can put the lawn off till tomorrow and you can take me out for dinner then," Beth said as she kissed his lips.

**********

As Beth gazed into her husbands eyes she could sense his frustration with their son. It was the same battle raging in him when he first told her of his secret.

"Luka, we have taught him to follow his dream and be what he wants to be. How in the world can we turn back from that?" Beth asked.

"He is joining an organization that kills people for a living. It goes against everything that my ancestors have tried to prevent," Luka said as he squeezed her hand.

"Ok mister knows it all then answer me this. At what point do we trust what we have done with our children and let them grow? If we never trust him to do what is right then how can he ever become trustworthy?" Beth said sternly.

"What if he gets into a fight and becomes angry? What happens if he loses his...?" Luka started to say.

"Wow I don't know Dad? What will happen if I get in a fight and loose my temper?" Kevin Dvorska said from the doorway.

"Kevin -- I just meant..." Luka said.

"Just meant what Dad? How many times are you going to protect me from myself? When I was fourteen and found out what I really was, did I go ballistic and start killing everyone?" Kevin asked.

"Kevin you have to understand that our secret..." Luka tried to say.

"I know, I know -- sacred. You never told me anything about living your life in a box," Kevin shot back as he opened the refrigerator and got a soda.

"Kevin your father just meant that he's a little concerned -- that's all," Beth said, trying to break the tension.

"Tell me again Mom, what did you think when you found out? Did you want to run away and tell the cops?" he said to her.

"That's not the point dear. We're not talking about..." Beth said.

"That's right mom, we're not talking about you and Dad. We're talking about the fact that he wants me to go to college and take up the family business or go to the NFL," Kevin told her.

Kevin got down on one knee in front of his father. As he placed his hand on his shoulder he could sense his indecision.

"Dad, did you ever wonder how hard it was for Grandma Marta to let you live your life? How about her dad, when did he have to let her go? She once told when I was little about her grandfather, some guy named Baldomr or something. When did he tell his son to go on? I understand it's hard for you. God only knows, if I ever find the right woman, how hard it's going to be. You always tell me to do what is right, to help those who can't help themselves. I'm trying to do that Dad, I'm just trying to do what you taught me," Kevin told his father.

Luka stood up and peered down at his only son. The image of a small child on a playground swing flashed in his memory. The first time he ever got knocked back by a defensive player in the seventh grade, the pure joy on his face as he scored his first touchdown. The same joy as he walked out the door to his junior prom.

Luka turned his gaze towards his loving wife. He didn't have the answers to his questions and searched for guidance in his wife's eyes. When they answered, in their own loving way, he knew what he had to do.

Luka looked back down at his son.

"There are two promises that you must make to me and never break," Luka said with tears in his eyes.

"Anything Dad," Kevin said.

"First, never, ever, let your secret be known to anyone but your true love," he said as he looked at his wife Beth.

"You have my word," Kevin said.

"And second -- if you ever get to nail a French girl, let me know how it was. I hear those girls can destroy a guy overnight," Luka said with a laugh.

"Oh my God! I can't believe I married a werewolf. And not just a werewolf, one who's a pervert too," she exclaimed as she went to finish dinner.

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Thanks a bunch for reading my work. Please don't forget to vote and leave a comment for me. Even though Chapter one comments were critical, I learned a lot about telling a story. No writer ever gets better unless he, or she, has feedback. Thanks again and keep watching for Chapter three, where you meet the Navy Seal team.



They Walk Among Us Ch. 03



The story picks up where Kevin has been in the Navy for a few years and has made it through initial training as a Navy Seal. All names are fictitious and if I have offended any of my Seal friends, I apologize. I mean no disrespect to any past or present Seal, I enjoyed working with you. To my faithful readers, as always, enjoy the journey.

June 1993, Naval Special Warfare Group Two, Naval Amphibious Base, Little Creek, Virginia.

Lieutenant Adam 'Dawg' Dawson sat at his desk reviewing the personnel files of the new transfers coming into Seal Team Two. His Seal Platoon was due to deploy to the Mediterranean in a week and he was one man short. His point man, Larry Giere, broke his damn leg on a practice fast rope rig a few weeks ago.

He tossed the stack of files on his desk and rubbed his tired eyes. He had been at this for three days now and it was taking its toll on him. His relaxing moment was interrupted when his CO, Commander Scott Walton, walked in and sat down. Usually when your Commanding Officer walked in you came to attention pretty damn quick. One good thing about the teams was that they dispensed of most military courtesy because the rank didn't make the man, your abilities did.

"Well Dawg how's the gene pool research coming? You find your replacement yet?" Walton asked as he pulled a cigar out and lit it.

"I think I'm going blind looking through these Scott. If this is what I get to pick from then I think I'm fucked," Adam told him.

"Sorry about that buddy, but that's all I could get my hands on. You can't be serious that you can't find one usable body out of that stack?" Scott asked.

"The closest I got is this damn kid," he replied as he pulled a file out.

Dawson tossed the file over to his CO and then laid his head back over his chair. Scott flipped through the large file on Electricians Mate Second Class (EM2) Kevin Dvorska. It took ten minutes to get through all the Navy paper work on him. Swim quals, jumps, Basic Underwater Demolitions training, background check and so on. When he finished he tossed the file back on the desk with the others.

"He sounds like a great fit Dawg. What's your problem with him?" Scott asked as he took a long drag of his cigar.

"Jesus Skipper, did you see how green that kid is? He goes with us, I might as well pack a six month supply of Huggies with us," he told as he stared at the ceiling.

"Ok granted, he's 23 and fresh out of training, but hell his test scores are off the chart. According to his instructor review, he was the best point man he'd ever seen. And I quote 'like he has eyes in the back and side of his head.' Scott told the tired Lieutenant.

"Yeah, so I read in the file. But his background check says he's a rich boy and I don't need any Rockefeller's kid taking me out in the bush in Bosnia.

"Oh I see your point. You know not too long ago I had a green Lieutenant Junior Grade with me on a few ops. I thought he was a bit of a moron and a show off but he seemed to turn out pretty good," the skipper said.

"I know and you should have shot me back then and put me out of my misery," Dawg said as he looked at his CO.

"Look. Give the kid a try. Bring him in and talk to him for awhile." Commander Walton said then stood up and pulled the door open.

"I'll make a deal with you Adam. If he shits himself while he's in your office, I'll pack the Huggies myself," Scott laughed and left the team leader to decide what to do. 

**********

The O-course was designed to test a Seals endurance and agility. Most Seals endured it because it was part of their physical conditioning. EM2 Kevin Dvorska thought is was the best jungle gym in the world. As he pushed his six foot frame through the make shift drainage ditch, he laughed to himself. He couldn't believe that the Navy was actually paying him to do this. When he finally reached the end, he ran past Boatswain's Mate Chief Petty Officer (BMC) Bob Holiday who was scoring his time.

"Not bad rookie. Pretty fair time considering your only ten years younger than most of us around here," he told him.

"Thanks Chief. What's the next hoop you want me to jump through?" Kevin asked his evaluator.

"Now that you bring it up smartass, Lieutenant Dawson wants to see you over at the company briefing room. I think you'll enjoy the hell out of that hoop. Now get your ass in gear and double time it over there, and I better not see you stop to smell any roses on the way," Holiday told him.

Kevin snapped to attention and saluted. "Aye, Aye Chief," he replied with a smile and sprinted off towards HQ.

The three-mile run didn't take him too long, only 17 minutes, not his best time but hey, he did just get off the O-course. When he walked in the door he made a stop at the water fountain and pulled a towel out of his pack. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to drip sweat all over the L-Tee's floor. When Kevin found the briefing room he knocked twice.

"Enter," Lt. Dawson said.

Kevin opened the door and walked in. "Sir, Petty Officer Dvorska reporting as ordered," he announced. He was the new kid on the block and was still required to show proper military courtesy until he proved himself to the rest of the company.

Adam Dawson didn't respond, he just kept looking through the file on the 23 year old Navy Seal. If he was going to part of his fire team he'd have to prove himself pretty damn quick.

"At ease Dvorska," Dawson said but still didn't look up.

"Your file indicates you scored pretty high on the Navigation Course training. From what I can gather from your evaluations, everyone wants to adopt you," Dawson told him.

"Thank you Sir, just trying to be the best I can be," Kevin replied.

"That's the Army fuck wad. You trying to get a sense of humor without permission?" he asked.

"No Sir," Kevin said quickly

"I didn't see anything in your file that said you were a part time stand up comic. Is that what you want to do on your off time? You want to do comedy routines?" Dawson said sternly.

"No Sir. I was just informing you..." Kevin answered but was cut off by the strict Lieutenant.

"Oh I see, you're an Information Specialist. I guess that could come in handy if we ever find ourselves out on an op without a phone book," Dawson said sarcastically.

EM2 Dvorska remained silent. He knew no matter how he answered it would be wrong. The instructors at Coronado pulled this shit all the time. He didn't like it but they wanted to see what it would take to break you and get you rattled.

When no reply came, Adam Dawson flipped through some of the pages in the file and then looked up at the new Seal.

"File says you spent some time in the fleet before applying for the Teams. Why'd you leave the comfort of a bunk on the ship for a mud hole with us?" he asked him.

"It was too easy in the fleet, I wanted to challenge myself to be better, Sir," Kevin replied.

"I see. Well I think I can help you with that goal. I'm a man short on my fire team and I need a point man. I set up a little training op for us, just a little prisoner snatch scenario. You want to take a walk through the woods in the morning?" Dawson asked.

"Yes Sir. I feel that I..." he replied with a smile.

Adam Dawson came out of his chair quickly. "I didn't ask you how you felt shithead! I couldn't give a flying fuck how you feel! Just be here at 0400 for the brief. Now get your sweaty dripping corpse off my carpet – now!" he screamed at him.

Kevin snapped to attention. "Aye, Aye Sir," then turned and left the room quickly. Chief Holiday was wrong; he didn't enjoy that hoop at all.

Once EM2 Dvorska was clear, BMC Bob Holiday entered the briefing room and took a seat next to his team leader.

"Jesus Christ boss, think you could have been a little louder? I mean they didn't hear you at the Chow Hall. Want me to bring the kid back in so you can try it again?" the Chief joked.

"No thanks Bob. To be perfectly honest with you, I thought I was pretty good," he told the Chief.

"So who'd you get to play perimeter security for the package? Miller's team would be a good setup to start him out on," Bob asked.

"Not enough time to dick around here Bob. Bravo squad is inserting in the training area tonight. We go in at 0700 tomorrow," Dawson replied.

"Damn Adam! Bravo will eat this kid alive, not to mention the rest of us. Why didn't you just hit him with a baseball bat and see if he could take that?" he said.

"He's supposed to be the best so I'm sending him up against the best. What's the matter Bob, nervous?" Adam joked.

"Fuck it. At least we'll be home for lunch because this won't take long," Bob said and got up to leave.

0345, Seal Team Two's company briefing room.

Kevin Dvorska entered the briefing room and found the three other members of fire team Alpha sitting in the high back chairs. They quickly got to their feet when the newest addition walked in. A large black Seal extended his hand.

"Hey welcome to the team. I'm Machinist's Mate Second Class (MM2) Carl Werner," he said as he shook his hand.

"Hi, I'm Kevin Dvorska. Nice to meet you Carl," he replied.

"Let me introduce you to the rest of the clowns. This wiry little guy is Hospital Corpsman Third Class (HM3) Don Sharp, lovingly referred to as Doc," Carl said.

"Eat shit wiener," he replied tartly.

"And let's not leave out our very own illegal alien Aviation Ordnanceman Second Class (AO2) Dan Vasquez. We can't come up with a good nick name so we just call him V-man," Carl said with a large smile.

The muscular Mexican shook Kevin's hand. "Nice to meet you, we hear you're a hell of a point man," V-man said and then turned to Werner.

"And Carl – I agree with Doc here, eat shit," he said.

"Nice to meet you all, but I don't think I made the team yet. Lieutenant Dawson doesn't seem too pleased to have me aboard," Kevin confided in them.

"Yeah we heard. I wouldn't be to worried about that, he starts off that way with everyone," Carl Werner said.

"He's not kidding you Kev. You should have seen him go at the wiener. I thought he was going to cry when he finally got kicked out of L-Tee's office," Doc replied.

Before Carl got a chance to fire back, the door swung open and Adam Dawson entered followed by Chief Holiday. When the Lieutenant reached the large map at the front of the room he turned to face his fire team. 

"I hope all of you got acquainted with Petty Officer Dvorska here but I wouldn't get too chummy, he may not be here long," the Team Leader said and then turned towards the map.

"The OP this morning gentlemen is a prisoner snatch. The package should be in this general vicinity here, about three clicks away from the insertion area. Our mission is simple. The helo will drop us off about a mile off shore and then we insert with a zodiac boat the rest of the way in. Once we secure the package, we exfiltrate west to this LZ, any questions?" Dawson said.

Bob couldn't hold the shitty news from his teammates. "Yes Sir. Who will be providing perimeter security?" he asked.

"That will be handled by Bravo squad. They inserted last night about 2100 hours," Dawson said. He was trying very hard not to smile.

"Awe come on L-Tee, Kev hasn't even unpacked his sea bag yet," Carl Werner complained.

"Yeah Sir, and besides, they had all night to set up for us and Kevin's never been to the training area," V-man added.

"If you're done crying in your cereal, we pack out in 30 minutes," he said and then walked over to the rookie. "Welcome to the Navy Seals," then walked out with Holiday on his tail.

"What's the matter Carl? Is there something I should know about Bravo squad?" Kevin asked.

"If you give Senior Chief Stall's team overnight to prep the area, you normally come home in a bag. I can't tell if L-Tee has a hard on for you, so I hope you got your shit in one sock for this one buddy," Carl said.

Ten miles north of insertion point, Southern Operational Training Area.

Adam Dawson's team appeared loose and ready to insert. The inflatable zodiac was bundled up and ready to deploy out of the H-46 helicopter that was taking them in. Adam was occasionally checking on Dvorska. He knew the other guys would have filled him on Bravo's rep, so he wanted to see how he was handling the extra stress. To Kevin's credit, he studied the map of the area the entire trip in.

The Crew Chief tapped Adam on the shoulder and informed him they were five minutes out. He shook his head and stood up. He tugged on his equipment harness to signal everyone to do their checks. Kevin kept looking at his map so Dawson kicked his boot to get his attention. He really couldn't blame him; he only had a few hours to memorize the area.

When they reached the insert area the helo dropped down to fifteen feet and slowed down to ten knots of forward air speed. Dawson gave the signal and the team pushed the zodiac out of the rear hatch and jumped out after it. Once everyone was clear, the H-46 Sea Knight darted out of the area.

Meanwhile deeper in the operational area, Bravo squad was huddled together near their ambush sight. Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Newman moved over next to his teammate and in some sorts, mentor.

"You hear what I hear Andy," he asked.

"Yep, it sounds like Alpha is right on time, they should make the first trip wire in about a half hour. With any luck we won't have to do a thing, that kid they picked is pretty green," Senior Chief Andrew Stall told his team leader.

Andy turned to his own point man, Petty officer First Class Frank Griffin. "Are you sure you guys put enough traps out Griff? You know how much I hate losing," he asked him.

"Give me a break Andy. Rick and I were out there most the night while you guys sat around and drank most of the booze. I've only been coming out here for the last four years and there isn't a rookie alive that will get by all the shit we put out. Poor kid won't know what hit him," Griff said.

"Better be safe than stupid. Jim, head out and shadow them in. If it looks like their getting close, you stand by to flank them, got it?" Andy told his medic, Jim Jenkins. 

"Sure thing Andy, here I go," Jim replied and headed out in search of Alpha team.

"Alright everyone, in your hides and lets wait for the fun to start," Andy said.

Kevin Dvorska was thirty meters ahead of the group with Adam Dawson right behind him. He had been in this op area before and knew that Dvorska was heading straight down a path that Bravo was sure to trap out. This was definitely going to be a short morning. The bad thing was – he was going to have to dig through the files again and find another candidate.

Suddenly Dvorska stopped and froze. Seeing the point man stop, everyone else followed suit and knelt down on one knee. They were well-trained operatives and keep their assigned areas covered. Dawson moved up next to Kevin to see what the problem was.

"Hate to tell you this Sir, but there's a bottle of Johnny Walker Red trying to flank our right side. He should be in position in about one minute," Kevin told his team leader.

"I don't get the humor Dvorska," he said quietly.

"It seems like Bravo squad had a little party after setting up for us last night. One of them is trying to flank us, I can smell it on him," Kevin whispered.

"You're fucking shitting me. You smell it on him," Dawson said sarcastically.

Kevin nodded his head and indicated the spot to check out. Dawson turned to the squad and indicated for Carl and V-man to check it out. While they were gone, the others scanned the forest for further trouble. After about five minutes the two Alpha team members came back, but they had company.

Jim Jenkins was walking behind them with red paint marks on his chest. He didn't look happy at all. Dawson knew there were five guys in Bravo squad, so that meant he was now up against only four. His odds were getting better.

"Nice call rookie, but you're not done impressing me, lead on," Dawson told Kevin.

The team only moved a few hundred yards before Kevin had to stop again. This time he pointed to the ground just in front of him. When Dawson came up he looked ahead but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Kevin crawled a few feet then stopped. He moved a few loose bushes out of the way and that's when Dawson saw the trip wire.

Bravo squad was living up to its reputation. Dawson pulled his side cutters out and went to cut it when Kevin stopped him. The new point man moved some other brush out of the way and found the trip wire was actually holding a small branch in a bent position. It was bent because it was the trigger mechanism for another trip wire to the real trap, a claymore paint mine.

"Those sneaky fuckers are starting to piss me off," Dawson whispered.

"Don't sweat it Sir, I think I know where they're gonna set up the ambush anyway," Kevin told his team leader.

"I'm all ears Dvorska," Dawson said.

Kevin pulled out his map and laid it down on the ground as the Lieutenant gathered his team.

"Ok guys this is how I see it. These guys know I'm green so they knew I'd take this route, it was the logical step for someone who has never been in this area. About another click west of here is a bottleneck, just before the area of the package. If I had a new point man hunting me down, I would have sent someone to shadow us all the way in as an extra precaution. If I did something stupid like, not follow their game plan, they'd have a set of eyes to clue them in," Kevin explained to his team.

"You figure this all out on the way in Dvorska, or are you just clairvoyant?" Dawson asked.

"I guess you'll have your answer once we're on the bird home – alive – Sir," Kevin replied.

"Hey L-Tee I've got an idea on how to pull this off if the kid is right," Carl Werner said.

Werner filled the team in on his idea and once they had it designed Kevin Dvorska led his team deeper into the woods along the clearly visible path he discussed earlier. They had to disarm no less than ten traps set by Bravo squad. Kevin could tell right away that he was hunting some very talented Seals that should be assigned as instructors. These guys were making his first instructors look like amateurs. When he reached the destination that Carl Werner wanted he signaled for the team to hold up.

"Alright everyone you know what to do from here. Everyone waits for my signal and watch your step out there," Lieutenant Dawson told his team then turned to Kevin.

"Ok rookie your up. Try not to get us all killed," he told him.

Senior Chief Andrew Stall could hear the new point man approaching his teams hide and nestled closer to the brush concealing his body. He really needed to have a talk to the instructors at Coronado on their training techniques.

'This kid is making enough noise to wake the dead,' he thought.

Stall didn't have to wait too long as Alpha's new point man slowly walked to the start of the bottleneck. He didn't see the rest of the squad behind him, he was making another fatal mistake by leaving his team too far behind. If they fell behind the team wouldn't be able to provide cover if he got him. When Kevin stopped and looked down, Stall knew he had him.

'That's it kid, you play with my little toy and let your teammates gather around you, and then I got your ass. Who fucking trained this bozo?' he thought to himself.

Kevin had his weapon pointed to the left of his position as he pulled his side cutters out to cut the wire. He busied himself with moving the brush and debris away from the claymore paint mine as he waited for his team. The stench of Johnny Walker Red was overwhelming and he knew that he hit pay dirt. His just had to delay a little longer and wait for L-Tee's signal.

When Stall didn't see the rest of Alpha squad he got a weird feeling something was wrong. He knew if he took out the kid he at least had Jim Jenkins out on their flank to push them towards him. Senior Chief Andrew Stall raised his weapon up and prepared to put three paint balls in the center of Kevin Dvorska's chest.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 03



'This is going to hurt a bit kid,' he thought.

As he slid his finger off the trigger guard, he suddenly winched in pain as three hard paint balls shattered on his lower back. When Kevin heard the report of Adam Dawson's weapon he pulled the trigger of his own modified AR-15 and fired three shots to his left without looking up. He heard a low moan from about twenty yards away and knew he hit his intended target. Frank Griffin's moans were joined by the other remaining Bravo squad members.

Adam Dawson stood up from his hiding spot and approached the paint covered fire team. He had a shit eating grin on his face when he stood over Stall's prone body.

"Morning Andy, beautiful day isn't it," he told him.

"Yeah Adam it's just a great fucking day. But the day isn't over yet," he replied as he stood up and walked over to his gathering team.

"Oh if you're referring to Jenkins, he's about a click east of here. You guys should be able to find him, he'll be the one with three little paint marks, tied to a large oak tree," Adam Dawson told the pissed off Seal.

"Griffin, Berkley, you two fuckups go get Jenkins and get back here on the double," Stall screamed at his fellow teammates.

"Alpha squad, on me," Dawson yelled at his fire team.

When everyone was gathered around the Lieutenant he looked at the twenty three year old point man and stared at him sternly.

"Your day isn't done by a long shot rookie. You still have to get us to the extract point with the package – alive," he told him.

"Aye, Aye Sir," Kevin said as he saluted and headed off towards the prisoner.

As the fire team followed Kevin down the path, Bob Holiday came up to stand next to his team leader who was watching them fall into a defense posture.

"I gotta tell you Adam that kid has been on the mark all morning. So are you going to join the others in their adoption claim?" he asked.

Fuck you Bob. We aren't home yet, now fall in or you can walk home," Dawson told his team Chief.

"Aye, Aye Sir," he said as he saluted and walked away laughing.

Lieutenant Adam Dawson watched his team head off and couldn't help but agree with Holiday's assessment. The green Seal had been very impressive so far. One thing was for sure, he was going to enjoy the fact that Bravo Squad just got nailed by a kid.

About an hour later Alpha squad was a hundred yards from the extraction LZ, complete with a 160-pound dummy they used as a prisoner. Dan Vasquez was glad they were almost there; he was chosen to hump the extra weight of the dummy the whole way. When Kevin stopped ahead, V-man let out a sigh of happiness at the impending break.

"Sir, the extract point is about a hundred yards out," Kevin said.

"Roger that Dvorska. Bob, call the bird and tell them we need a ride home in fifteen mikes," Dawson said.

He looked over at Kevin. "Nice job kid. Come to my office after we off load for your debriefing," he told him.

As the Lieutenant turned to see if V-man was holding on with the weight of the dummy he was suddenly grabbed and thrown to the ground by Kevin. When he got up his first instinct was to take Dvorska's head off, then he saw what Kevin had seen. Just behind where he was kneeling was another claymore and he nearly set it off by just turning around. When Kevin looked closer he saw that a trip wire was extending out in both directions down the path.

"Looks like Bravo squad had one more trick up their sleeve L-Tee," he told him.

"So that's what Stall meant when he said the day wasn't over yet. Alright, trace it Kev and see what we're walking into," he told him. Kevin was feeling pretty happy that he called him Kev as he traced the wires.

Kevin Dvorska uncovered the eight mines that lined the path to the LZ. Once he got done disarming them, he put them in his backpack to return them to the team's armory. Now that everyone was ready, he led them to the edge of the clearing where they waited for the lift home. When they heard the sound of the H-46, Adam Dawson turned to his team.

"Carl, Doc, when we get back, make sure everything gets squared away. Then you two get Kevin issued his gear, he's going to Italy with us," he told them and then turned around to watch the landing of the helo. What he didn't see were the smiling faces of fire team Alpha.

Combined Joint Special Operations Task Force Mediterranean (CJSOTF), Aviano Italy.

Fire team Alpha and Bravo got off the C-130 aircraft and waited for the gear to get off loaded by Air Force personnel who worked at the NATO air base. They didn't have any identification markings on their cammies but there was no mistaking the eleven Navy personnel for who they were. 

"You guys get the gear over to the armory. Bob, I want you with me over at HQ for briefing and barracks assignment," Dawson told his fire team.

When he started to walk away he heard Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Newman call out for him.

"Hey wait up for us Dawg, Andy and I will head over with you. No use in the Air Force sending a fleet of vans for all of us," he said to Adam Dawson.

The rest of Alpha and Bravo squad watched as the van holding the top members of the two fire teams drive away. It was soon replaced by the front loader forklift that drove out to transport the two pallets of gear to the armory. With any luck they could get settled in and then do a little recon on the nightlife of Aviano Italy.

"Hey Kev how about taking point tonight when we go out, let's see if you're capable at finding a good bar like you are at finding these slackers in Bravo," Don Sharp said with a laugh.

"Yeah Kev and since you're good in the bush, maybe you can find us all some bush while your at it," Rick Berkley from Bravo added.

"Sure thing guys, but as far as the girls go, you're going to have to handle that job on your own. What the hell do I look like – a dating service?" Kevin said jokingly.

While they all shared a laugh, they had no idea that the two Lieutenants and Chiefs were in a briefing that wasn't going well at all. One of the things that worried Adam Dawson before his team deployed was the fact that the Bosnian war was in full swing. Most of the squadron's fire teams have been kept pretty busy with 'sneak and peek' missions to gather Intel and monitor troop movements of the Bosnian Serbs.

Since the U.N. Security council passed resolution 808 back in February, the Seals have been tasked with gathering Intel on acts of ethnic cleansing. That evidence would then be passed up the chain of command for processing and possible arrest warrants from the international criminal tribunal. Dawson and his fire team were in for a long deployment, and he was glad he found Dvorska. His natural talents would be extremely valuable if they actually had to hunt someone down and bring him to justice.

The briefing by the N2 Intelligence Officer lasted for two hours as they went over operating areas, current state of the war and rules of engagement (ROE). This was to insure that all team leaders and operational planners were on the same page as what was required by the area Commander. All fire teams were given one week to get acclimated and study the operational area maps and then the current Seal Team would be rotated home for a well deserved rest and refit.

HQ's current Troop Commander, Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins, approached Dawson as the briefing brook up.

"Adam I know you have a new point man, so I'm gonna go gentle on your ops until he gets situated with the area. This is his first deployment with the teams and I don't want him leading my number two team into a mine field just yet," he told Dawson.

"I wouldn't let that worry you Neal. Dvorska wouldn't be my point man if he didn't have what it takes. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go hunt them down and make sure their not chasing the nurses on the base," Adam said with a smile.

The sun was starting to go down and all the fire teams had stowed their gear. Once they got the barracks squared away Alpha and Bravo squads teamed up for a recon of the local bars.

"Kev, you ready to sniff us out a sweet little bar?" Carl Werner asked.

"Sure thing Carl, I'll try not to let you guys down and lead you all into a dive," he replied.

"Just remember kid, dives are only dives if they haven't got any women," Frank Griffin said.

They all had a good laugh and Kevin Dvorska headed down the busy street in search of a bar. As for the women, he knew from his fleet days that since they were near a military base the women wouldn't be hard to find. At least the ones that were called 'buy me drink babes' that is. They walked for about an hour before Kevin found the bar he wanted. It was a little upscale and not a bad selection of good looking girls.

After finding a table that they could all share the server came over to take their orders. She was an extremely attractive woman and appeared to be in her early thirties with jet-black hair. Most of them ordered two beers a piece and when she got around to Kevin she asked to take his.

"How about you handsome, what would you like," she asked him.

"Um – if you think you can swing it, how about sex on the beach," Kevin told her.

"Sure thing, I can swing it. I get off at midnight handsome," she told him and then gave his muscular arms a caress.

When she went to get the drinks, everyone watched her tight ass sway back and forth.

"Christ Kev, you were supposed to find us women, not just yourself. What kind of team player are you?" Rick Berkley, Bravo's sharpshooter, berated him.

"Well Berk, I'll tell ya what. If you don't score, then you can come with me and watch if you want to," Kevin replied.

"Hey Carl, you guys have a live one there. He's almost as twisted as you are," Berkley told him.

"Maybe in a few years he'll be in my league, but not just yet. Hey Kev I've been meaning to ask you, what kind of name is Dvorska anyway?" Carl asked.

"Ya Kev, what is it, Polish or something," V-Man asked.

"No it's not Polish, it's Slovakian. My Grandparents escaped out of Slovakia during World War II and made it to the states. They settled down in Texas and had a kid. My Grandfather started dabbling in real estate and became really successful. Once he got too old to do it anymore, my dad took over and ran the business. He wanted me to join him or go to school. I had a lot of offers for scholarships, but I chose to see the world. You know go to weird countries, meet the people, and then kill them," Kevin told his teammates.

"Hell Kev seems like when we get to the op area, it'll be like going home to your Granddad's old stomping ground," Doc said.

"That should make you happy Vasquez, you won't be the only illegal alien anymore," Carl Werner said with a laugh.

"Carl, why couldn't you have joined the Coast Guard or something else? My life would be a lot quieter," V-man told him.

Everyone laughed and the drinks arrived. Kevin, being the new kid on the block, bought the first round. When the server was done empting her tray, Kevin tapped her on the arm.

"So what's your name? I don't want to keep saying hey you all night long," he told the pretty server.

"My name's Martina, but you can call me anything you want sweetheart, and what pray tell is your name, or should I just call you stud muffin?" Martina asked.

"Um – it's Kevin – Kevin Dvorska" he said a little speechless.

"Hey Martina, you don't want him, look how young he is. What you need is a real man with a little training like me," Frank Griffin said.

"That wouldn't be right. I'd feel bad when you had a heart attack – Grandpa," she told him and then walked to the other tables. 

"Holy shit Kev, you better watch yourself. That girl is going to eat you alive," Doc told his new point man.

"You know what they say, 'the only easy day was yesterday'," he told them and then raised his glass in a toast.

The two fire squads partied well into the evening. Most of them hit on girl after girl, but none of them got very far. Kevin was the only one scoring any serious points and Martina enjoyed the attention that his friends were giving her. She was wondering if they were picking on Kevin because of his age or the fact that they weren't getting very far with anyone.

It was getting close to midnight and Martina walked over to the table with her purse in hand.

"Hey Kevin, you ready to go? My boss told me he could let me go for the rest of the night," she asked him.

"Um - actually I gotta have a buddy when I walk around off base. Sorry about that but Navy regulations are pretty clear when it comes to security," he told her.

"Yeah Martina he needs a buddy, and since I got rank on him that makes me his buddy. So what beach are we going to?" Carl Werner said.

Martina walked around the table and bent down in front of Carl. She knew he could see the tops of her breasts when her blouse fell open.

"In that case big boy, I think I'll just take him back to my house – on base – and fuck his brains out there. Don't worry, I'll make sure Kevin can still walk in the morning – maybe," Martina said and then kissed his cheek. 

The two of them left the bar and got into Martina's Car. When she got to the gate, she presented her credentials, and then the guard saluted and allowed her to pass. Kevin noticed the type of identification she had, and it worried him.

"You're not married are you? If you are, then I think that's a show stopper for me Martina," Kevin said.

"No I'm not married. My father is in the French Intelligence service and he got posted here on the NATO base. He asked me to come with him and take care of the house. He leaves a lot and so I'm pretty much on my own most of the time," Martina told him as she patted his leg.

"So what are you doing on the base?" she asked him.

"I'm with the Teams," Kevin replied.

"Oh, a Navy Seal. Now I know where you got all those wonderful muscles," Martina told him as she ran her hand over his hardening cock.

"Wow Martina, you don't beat around the bush much do you," he replied as he tried to control himself.

"I wouldn't know, I don't have one," Martina said with a smile.

When they got to the house, Martina pulled the car into the garage and got out. Kevin could only stare at her shapely ass as she inserted the key in the lock and went inside. Throwing her purse and keys on the kitchen table she went to the refrigerator.

"I've got beer and wine, which would you prefer?" she asked Kevin as he took in his surroundings.

"A beer sounds good, thanks," Kevin replied.

"A beer it is. Why don't you go into the living room and make yourself comfortable while I get my wine ready," she told him.

Kevin left the kitchen and head to the next room. As he passed the foyer he stopped and admired the décor that her father had picked out. He had what appeared to be some famous paintings and wondered if they were wealthy. Was he going to be just a play toy for the evening? Not that he would mind, she was extremely exciting to be around.

Meanwhile Martina had inserted the corkscrew into the wine bottle and tried to free the stuck cork. When she couldn't, she placed the bottle on the counter and peered out to look at Kevin. He was now on the far side of the living room looking over a sculpture on the mantle, so she returned to the jammed bottle of wine.

"I wish Kevin was in here, so he could get this damned cork out," she said.

In just a few moments, Kevin appeared at the doorway and stared at her striking body as she struggled with the cork.

"Did someone call for assistance?" he asked as she quickly turned around.

"Oh my God! You scared the crap out of me Kevin," Martina exclaimed.

"Sorry about that. Why don't you let me give you a hand with that cork," he said as he came up behind her and took the wine.

Kevin had no problem pulling the cork free and handed the wine bottle back to Martina.

"It seems that you could come in handy for more things than just sex," she told him

"Let's just say I have many talents and leave it at that," Kevin said and picked up his beer.

Martina poured herself a glass of wine and led Kevin back to the living room. Kevin stared at her tight ass and wondered if maybe they could go to a gym someday. He'd love to see her with shorts on and some weights. They sat on the couch and when Martina crossed her legs it caused her skirt to ride up to the middle of her thighs. Kevin couldn't help but smile.

"I see you like the view Kevin. Would you like to see more?" Martina asked him in a husky voice.

"What ever the lady wishes to do," he replied with a wave of his hand.

Martina put her glass of wine down and stood in front of Kevin. Reaching up, she pulled the clip holding her hair up and allowed it to fall around her shoulders. Her black hair contrasted against the loose fitting white blouse. She then reached up and began to slowly work the buttons open causing it to spread open.

"Man, you know how to get a guy going, don't you?" Kevin asked.

"I have my moments. So tell me, have you ever been with a French woman?" she replied.

"No, why?" he said as he shifted in his seat.

"Given the right circumstances we can be extremely erotic. I hope you can handle it. I've only found one man so far who could, and I haven't seen him for awhile," she said as she slipped the blouse of her shoulders.

Martina's body was exceptional. Even though she was only half undressed, Kevin could tell that she took very good care of herself. Her breasts were a little larger than his hand and he wondered what they would feel like pressing against his palm. 

She slid her hands up her body and paused to squeeze her breasts together, forming them into an inviting cleavage. She saw the desired effect on Kevin's face. Martina moved her hands up and placed them behind her head and then arched her back, releasing a low moan.

When she recovered, she gazed at Kevin with smoldering eyes and began slowly stepping forward toward Kevin.

"You look a little warm Kevin. Why don't I help you get comfortable," she whispered seductively.

Martina straddled his hips and was now kneeling a bit higher than him. She began to unbutton Kevin's shirt, all the while never loosing eye contact with him. When she was finished, Martina slowly slid it open and that's when she looked down. What she saw made her gasp. Kevin's deep tanned upper body was a picture of chiseled muscles. Michelangelo couldn't have created something that perfect.

"My God – what are you?" she asked.

"I tend to work out a lot, it helps with the job. Other than that, I'm just your normal twenty three year old sailor," he replied with a laugh.

"If the lower half of your body is as gorgeous as the top half, I may never let you leave. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy the hell out of this," she said then placed her lips upon his.

Kevin placed one hand on the side of her head and held it as he returned her kiss. Their tongues lashed out at each other like gladiators, dueling to the death. Kevin ran his other hand up her well-formed thigh and under her skirt. When he reached her hip, all he felt was soft tender flesh and then he slid his fingers over her ass and pulled her to him.

Martina broke the kiss as she went against his body. This caused one of her nipples to brush against Kevin's lips and he instinctively sucked the hard bud into his mouth. As he flicked it with his tongue Martina moved her hips as if she was trying to scratch the itch between her legs without touching it. Kevin sensed the movement and brushed his fingers up against her thong-covered pussy. He found it very wet.

"Oh fuck, are you sure you're only twenty three?" she moaned out.

Kevin didn't answer her vocally. His way to answer her was to slide his fingers inside her thong and caress the dripping lips of her sex. When they were covered in Martina's cream, he ever so slowly pushed them up inside her. The only bad thing about the act was that it caused Martina to pull his head even closer to breast.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 03



After a few moments of fingering the older woman she pulled back from him. Kevin silently thanked her for letting him breathe again. Martina was now openly panting as she stared at Kevin who had two fingers pushed up as far as he could and was flicking her clit back and forth with his thumb.

"Damn Kevin you have me so close to cumming. Don't you dare stop young man, do you understand me?" she said in a strict manner. 

Kevin thought that was odd that she would say that and in that tone of voice but he decided to play along and see where it went.

"Oh don't worry, I always listen to my teachers so I can get better grades," Kevin said and then moved his fingers faster inside her.

Martina started thrashing above his waist and grabbed the sides of his head, tilting it backwards so he could look at her face. Kevin wasn't exactly a virgin, he could tell she was on the edge of a wonderful orgasm. The fact that his whole hand was soaked indicated everything. He just needed to find the right button to push to set her off.

"Am I being a good student? I need all the lessons I can get from my teachers. Maybe some – extra credit lessons," he told her.

Kevin was amazed at her expression. She was so caught up in teacher/student role-play that she was forgetting to swallow, small amounts of saliva started running out of the corner of her mouth. The young Seal decided to push the button harder.

"I'm really learning a lot on how to make my – slutty – teacher feel good between her legs. I might have to stay after class more often just to make sure I understand the subject matter," he said.

"Oh yes you naughty boy. I'm gonna keep you after school so much, you'll start to think you're living there. Now shut up and frig my fucking clit harder," she told him in a harsh voice.

Kevin reached up with his free hand and began tugging one of her hard nipples. He twisted it slightly one way and then twisted it back again. When her body started trembling he pulled the bud away from her breast until her breath caught in her throat.

The pain and pleasure coursed quickly through her as Martina threw her head back and screamed.

"Oh fuck, oh fucking shit! I'm gonna cum so God damn hard! Right – fucking – NOWWWWWWW!

Martina's orgasm turned violent as she fell forward over the back of the couch. Kevin acted quickly and grabbed her around the waist as she lay on his shoulder. This put her in a perfect position to move his thumb harder against her now sensitive clit. She thrashed around, trying to get away, but Kevin's grip was too strong and all she could do was scream for him to stop.

When he thought she had enough of her own medicine he pulled his fingers free and allowed her body to calm down. She was still draped over the couch like a discarded coat so he pulled Martina back over and let her collapse against his chest. When her breathing returned to normal she pushed herself away from him.

"When someone screams stop, you shouldn't continue to torture a nerve ending that is over sensitive," she said.

"I was just doing what I was told," he said smiling.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you dare stop young man, do you understand me?" he mocked her in a high-pitched voice.

Martina slapped his arm hard and Kevin brought his hands up to protect himself in a weak gesture of defense.

"Ok, ok, I surrender," Kevin pleaded.

When he brought his hands down she kissed him hard and ran her slender fingertips over his chest. Martina couldn't get enough of feeling and exploring all the cuts of his muscles. When she finally reached his abdomen she reveled in the exquisite stiffness of the six distinct mounds extending outward and couldn't help but to look down again.

"So is this what they mean by a six pack?" she whispered seductively.

"Yeah I guess so," he replied.

"In that case, I think I'm getting thirsty," Martina said as she slid to the floor.

She reached up and undid his belt and started opening his pants. Kevin knew what she was going to do and it made him nervous. His ex-girlfriend had tried to give him a blowjob and it turned out badly.

She only performed the oral sex act for a few moments and then complained that his cock was too thick and it hurt her. Kevin's cock was not long by any standards, only seven inches long. He always thought that the actual girth of his member was a deformity that would turn women off.

When she had his pants undone she pulled them, and his underwear, free of legs. As her eyes traveled up his legs she tried to memorize the sight of every nook and cranny of his body. When she finally saw his hard cock, Martina sucked in her breath quickly. Kevin noticed this and wanted to get dressed and leave. He didn't need this kind of embarrassment again.

"Um – Martina maybe we should call it a night. I'm a little self-conscious about my deformity and you're not doing me any favors by starring at it," Kevin said meekly.

"Oh my God Kevin, why in the world would you think this – is deformed? That's the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen in my life!" Martina exclaimed as she tried to wrap her fingers around it.

"I don't understand, you're not turned off by it?" he said with a puzzled look.

"Does this look like I'm turned off?" Martina said and then took the bulbous head into her mouth.

It was Kevin's turn to suck his breath in as the warmth of Martina's mouth moved up and down his cock. He leaned his head back as he felt her take more and more into her oral cavity. Kevin had but one thought about the feeling spreading throughout his body.

'So this is what a blowjob is supposed to feel like.'

She bobbed her head up and down in his lap for five minutes, then Martina lifted her head up and let his cock fall free with an audible plop. She slid back on top of him and straddled his waist.

"Normally I love to suck a cock off and get the first one out of the way, but I can't help myself. I'm dying to know what that fat cock feels like inside me," she told him in a wanton voice.

Martina grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it upward. When she had her thong out of the way she placed the lips of her pussy against the head. She knew he would stretch her dripping hole wider than any other man she had ever bedded, and she couldn't wait. As she lowered herself down she looked into his eyes.

"Just sit still and let me get used to it, and then I'm going to do what I told your friend I was going to do. I'm going to fuck your brains out Kevin," she whispered.

Martina would slide down a few inches at a time and then raise herself up to where his cock almost slipped free. She repeated this until she had almost six inches stuffed into her. She was biting her lip to keep from screaming as the pain coursed through her. With her last ounce of energy she impaled herself the rest of the way down.

"Oh my fucking God! Oh fuck I can't believe I have all of it in my pussy," she told him.

"I can't believe it either. No one has ever taken the whole thing before Martina," Kevin said as he too felt a twinge of pain because she was so tight.

Once the pain turned to pleasure, Martina began to slowly rise and fall in Kevin's lap as she placed her lips next to his ear.

"You made me cum so fucking hard before, I really want to repay the favor. What can I do to make it better for you? I can do so many nasty things with my body. Nasty things that are too perverted to tell you, I'd have to just show you. So tell me, what do you fantasize about when you stroke that fat cock for relief?" she asked.

"I don't know, just normal things I guess. Having sex with a hot woman always works," he told her.

"Oh you are new to this, my young, strong, stud? I should warn you right now though, really hot women like me don't have sex – they fuck," she whispered.

Kevin's body betrayed him as he let out a low groan.

"Oh I think I found a chink in your armor Seal. Did it turn you on when I said – fuck? Maybe you want that hot woman of your dreams not only just to – fuck you, but to talk nasty to you also. Whisper all those naughty, slutty words that good girls don't say, like – fuck and cock," Martina whispered as she bit his ear lob.

"Holy shit Martina! I don't think I'll make that list of people who can handle you" he breathed out.

"Oh you poor little thing. Is my – cunt – to tight for your – big – fucking – cock? Maybe it's not, maybe you need to shove it down my throat. If you trust me, I can be the nastiest – fucking – whore, you've ever seen," she said.

Martina moved her body faster and she knew from experience he wouldn't last much longer. She needed to prove her point about fucking his brains out.

"You want to know something Kevin? As much as I would love to have you shoot all that – hot – creamy –cum, deep inside my – tight –little – cunt or even in my tighter fucking asshole, there is something else I want. I want it pouring down my – slutty – fucking – throat. Tell me, order me to do it," Martina told him in a very whorish way.

"Oh fuck – do it – do it Martina. Swallow my fucking cum – hurry," he panted.

Kevin couldn't take it any longer and began to tremble. Martina quickly dislodged herself and sank to her knees. The second her lips wrapped around his cock head, Kevin let loose a large stream of cum straight into her waiting mouth. He felt her throat work as she swallowed blast after blast of his scalding cream. When Martina was sure she had all he had to give she pulled her lips back and cleaned the tip before looking up at him.

"You know Kevin I don't want to brag but I've swallowed a lot of cum in my time. I can safely say that yours is the best by far. It tasted like I was sucking on a piece of candy. I can't wait for another dose," she told him as she stroked his cock.

"Well I can tell you this. That was definitely a first for me," Kevin said weekly.

"How long before you can get another load ready? I'd love to see if I can get this thick pole of yours up my ass without passing out," she told him.

I don't know if I should, I've got briefings all morning and I doubt that I could concentrate if I was nearly fucked to death," he told her

"Ok, I don't want you to get in trouble your first night in Aviano, because I have so many things to teach my new student. Why don't we continue this when you get off work tomorrow? I'm sure I can give you a briefing that you'll never forget" she told him.

Kevin agreed. He was still new to Alpha squad and needed to stay in their good graces. He gathered his things while Martina called the on base taxi for him. They kissed each other deeply and then Kevin turned to leave. When he was safely out of sight, Martina went to the living room and picked up the phone. As she dialed the number she rubbed her very sore pussy.

"Hello," a male voice answered

"It's me," Martina answered.

"Did you find him?" he asked.

"Yes. Just as you thought, he and some of his teammates came into the bar. He's still using Dvorska as his last name," Martina told the man on the other end of the line.

"Are you sure it was him?" he asked

"Yes, I'm positive he's the one. He was telling his friends he was from Texas but his Grandfather was from Slovakia. It seems to follow our Intel on his family and I can tell you for a fact that he has exceptional hearing," she told him.

"Yes Martina it does seem to fit, but how can you be positive that it's the same Dvorska son that we're searching for?" the man asked.

"His cum tasted like candy. Just like yours does my darling husband," Martina said.

"Jesus you're a fucking slut Martina," he told her.

"Isn't that why you sent me for this assignment? It's too important for us to leave it to those rank amateurs you associate with," Martina told her husband. 

"Keep him close and get me any information on his team's movements. Check in no later than 72 hours from now and keep me informed," he said then the line went dead.

Martina went upstairs to get cleaned up. She was glad that she had not informed her husband of everything about Kevin Dvorska. Like how much stronger he was and that his cock almost split her in two.

Hope you enjoying the story so far. Sorry Miz-t, I just couldn't resist the twist here at the end and leave you stuck with another cliffhanger. Remember to vote and advice is always welcomed. Chapter 4 coming soon.



They Walk Among Us Ch. 04



Thanks to everyone who read Chapter 3. Please remember this is fiction, all names are fake and no offense to any Seal, past or present is intended. Thanks Dawn, you did a great job. Please enjoy Chapter 4.

0700 hrs, CJSOTF Conference room.

Kevin Dvorska and Bravo squad's point man, Frank Griffin, were two of the fifteen Seals that were at the Navigation briefing for the Bosnia Herzegovina Operation area. The N5 Planning and Targeting Officer was going over the current Intelligence of the area including known mine fields the Serbian forces have constructed.

Most of the fighting was taking place in an area around Sarajevo but reports have been made that ethnic cleansing operations and mass rapes were underway well north of the city in Slovakia and rumored to be spreading into Slovenia. Once the Officer was complete with his briefing he issued every Seal current topographical maps of the entire area to study further.

Kevin looked up at the large display on the wall and thought of his Grandfather. He knew he had lived on the eastern side of Slovakia and wondered how in the hell did he get his family to the states through all that countryside, the SS Troops, and the German Army. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Lieutenant Dawson's voice.

"Kevin, if you're done memorizing the map, we're due in the Intel brief in five minutes," he said.

"Sorry L-Tee, I'm right behind you," Kevin said and then moved quickly to join his team leader.

"I heard you hooked up with a girl last night," Adam Dawson said.

"Yeah L-Tee, we were at a little club last night and she waited on us all night. Ended up at her place on base, but I was in before curfew," he told him.

"That's fine, I'm not concerned with you meeting strange women and banging them senseless. I am concerned however about security. I don't need to remind you that you're not in the regular Navy anymore," Adam said sternly.

"Not to worry Sir. I wouldn't tell my pet frog what I'm doing," Kevin said trying to calm his team leaders concerns.

"That's very good Petty Officer Dvorska, because I would really hate to put a .50 caliber round through your pet frog's head."

Once they reached the briefing room they entered and took a seat next to the other members of Alpha squad. The N2 intelligence Officer turned the lights down and started the slide show presentation.

"Good morning gentlemen. This mornings briefing will be on Command structure and coordinated troop movements within the northern Serb territory. Most of you team leaders heard some of this yesterday but now that your fire squads are with you, you can better train together for the up coming missions," he said to the Platoon gathered there.

"First up on the hit list is Slobodan Milosevic. He leads the Serbian Government and is the head of the Army of Republika Srpska (VRS). We believe he personally gave the order for the attack on a U.N. convoy January 8th of this year that was transporting Deputy Prime Minister Hakija Turajlic to the airport. We have very little proof so any Intel you discover during your missions must be turned in to N2 as soon as possible."

"The VRS gets most of it's intelligence from this man, Radovan Valenta. He is said to have a spy network in Slovenia that supplies him with Croatian troop movements in the northern and concentrated areas of Catholic Croats. The CIA does have a number of deep cover operatives in the area and are trying to get us something to go on. If we can disrupt Valenta's Intel network we believe the tide will change in the Croatian's favor and maybe bring them all to the negotiation table."

The slide moved on to show a balding man of around fifty and heavy set. Kevin thought at first he was looking at a picture of Alfred Hitchcock but was soon proved wrong.

"Franjo Izetbegovic is in charge of Operations. He plans most of the major offensives and we also believe the same assault that took out Minister Turajlic. We want this guy bad and he is one of two individuals that we have specific orders to shoot on site. If you tag this guy we need concrete proof that he has been taken out," the Intel Officer said.

"Now for the grand prize," he said and put up the next picture.

The Seals were looking at a picture that showed a man in his mid thirties with sandy blond hair in a black suit. He was tall and it seemed his entire face was square. Adam didn't know where the picture was taken but what ever he was doing at the time, he wasn't happy about it. Also the suit that he was wearing did nothing to hide his muscular body.

"This is the other kill on site target, Viljem Kordic. He is the head of the Serbian Secret Police and to put it bluntly, a ruthless fucking bastard. He is personally responsible for the deaths of over twenty thousand Croat civilians. His youngest victim was a ten month old baby shot in her crib and the oldest was 81, he shows no mercy to anyone."

"It seems that the idea of ethnic cleansing runs in his family. His Grandfather was Wolfgang Gruber, a Major in the Nazi SS. He was an Intel officer and ran most of the Jewish cleansing ops in Germany and then in South Eastern Europe. Trust me when I say that Kordic makes his Grandfather look like Mr. Rogers. That ends this briefing on the chain of command. Are there any questions?" he asked.

When no one answered, Troop Commander, Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins got up and stood in front of the gathered Seals.

"I only have a few things to add to the briefing. Team leaders, make sure your guys get issued there pagers and leave the contact numbers with the Duty Officer before you secure. Also, I'm putting up a twenty five year old bottle of scotch to what ever fire team brings me Kordic's fucking testacles so I can mount them on my fire place mantle," Hawkins told them.

Everyone started laughing and bets were being placed on what squad was going to get drunk the night after. When people started leaving Adam Dawson pulled his team to the side to allow everyone else to exit the room.

"Bob, see to it that everyone gets their pagers and take care of the Duty Officer, then get me a list so I can find everyone," he said to his Chief.

"I'm going to put together a training schedule of the team tonight and we'll start first thing in the morning. Remember we came here to kill bad guys so I don't want you clowns going soft on me while we're here. Now get the fuck out of my face and get it done," Adam told his team.

The rest of the morning was spent with getting their equipment checked and rechecked. Then all the sharpshooters were due at the range at 1400 hours to zero in their weapons. Carl, Kevin and Doc were in the Paraloft shop getting the teams parachutes inspected. Given the type of terrain they were dealing with, most of the insertions were going to be by helicopter or a HALO.

The High Altitude – Low Opening insertion was a Seals favorite. The simple fact that the Navy flew a C-130 aircraft at 30,000 feet was not significant. The idea of jumping out at six miles above the earth and flying your body down to an altitude of a few thousands feet was, in their eyes – fun.

"So Kev you ever going to spill the beans about that muffin you went home with last night?" Carl Werner asked.

"We didn't do much. We got back to her house and drank a few beers then I got back here. We had that briefing this morning, remember," Kevin lied.

"You're so full of shit Kev."

"Come on Carl, give the kid a break. You don't really think he's gonna tell us that they got back to her house and she ended up raping the young stud do you? I mean hell, she probably took her clothes off and he shot his wad too early so she kicked him out. So just drop it so he doesn't get embarrassed again," Doc joked.

"I can safely tell you this Doc. If you go over and she ends up fucking you, I doubt it, but let's just pretend, you better bring along your med kit – you're going to need it," Kevin shot back.

Once they finished checking the teams gear, the three of them headed off to the enlisted club on base for a few cold ones and to meet up with the rest of Alpha squad. When they got inside, they immediately saw Bob Holiday and Daniel Vasquez over at the bar playing some dice game.

"Hey Bob, what are you guys up to? You're not trying to teach V-man here how to count are you?" Kevin asked.

"Don't you have someplace else to be Kev? Like out playing in the traffic," Dan said.

"What's the matter V, I'm not allowed to have fun and drink with you guys?" Kevin asked the team's sharpshooter playfully.

"Actually rookie I'm teaching this young lad how to throw dice," Bob said as he slammed the dice cup down.

"Yeah and I'm loosing most of my jump pay. Sorry Bob that's it for me," V-man said as Bob ordered another round of beers with V-man's money.

They all picked up their drinks and moved over to a table farther back in the club. It wasn't that busy yet and probably wouldn't be until later tonight when everyone wanted to party or find a date for the night. They sat there and chatted about work, the base, and the possibility of maybe doing some sightseeing while they were deployed for six months.

Bob was talking about some of the places he visited while in Italy when Kevin suddenly turned around. There in the doorway was Martina. She scanned the area quickly and then took a seat at the bar.

"Excuse me a moment guys, I suddenly got hungry," Kevin said as he stood up.

He approached Martina from the back and tapped her shoulder.

"Can I buy you a drink and take you home?" he asked.

"Well what a surprise. I didn't expect to see you here," Martina said as she flashed him a bright smile.

"My team stopped in for a few beers. Would you like to join us?" Kevin asked and extended his arm for her.

"Oh my favorite fantasy, being surround by Navy Seals who want to do strange and wonderful things to my body," she said in a sultry voice.

As they approached the table, Carl saw who was with Kevin and groaned.

"Oh look, Kev's gonna rub it in our faces some more," he said sarcastically.

"I'll take that in my face any day of the week," Bob Holiday told his team.

"Martina you remember these guys from last night," Kevin told her.

"Yes I do, but I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting this fine specimen of a man," she said as she swayed over to Bob and extended her hand.

Bob took Martina's hand in his and kissed it softly, never breaking eye contact with the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Bob Holiday at your disposal Miss."

"Mmmmm and a real gentleman to go along with those huge arms, I've died and gone to Heaven," she whispered.

She pulled up a seat so she could sit next to Kevin, and then shifted her weight so she was leaning up against him. Carl and Doc tried to get the details of the previous night out of her but she just laughed and sipped on her drink. When she couldn't stand the suspense any longer she leaned across the table and gave them a clear view of her cleavage.

"Now boys, you know it's not polite to ask a woman to kiss and tell, but since you're friends of Kevin's, I'll make an exception. It hurt soooo good," she said and then licked her lips to accent the point.

When she sat back, Kevin put his arm around her. He was smiling at his teammates with a Cheshire cat grin. Bob Holiday was shaking his head at the persistence of Carl and Doc and the fact that they just got bitch slapped by one of the locals. He was just about to order another round when his pager went off.

"What is it Chief? Are we on already?" Carl Werner asked.

"No, it's the duty office," he said and stood up to leave.

"Well Martina it was nice to meet you. I would love to stick around and watch you harass my guys some more but unfortunately, duty calls," he said to her and extended his hand.

When she took his hand to shake it, he turned it and kissed it quickly then stood back up.

"When you're done robbing the cradle, give me a call. I'll show you how it's supposed to be done," Bob said then turned to head back to the duty office.

"So is that what I get to expect around you? Your little toy beeps and you run out the door?" Martina asked Kevin with a pout.

"Sorry Martina, that's the nature of our job when we're on deployment," Kevin replied.

"And how long are you boys – I mean men – going to be deployed? It doesn't have anything to do with that nasty mess over in Bosnia does it?" she asked the group.

"We only have to go out for six months at a time and no, it doesn't have anything to do with Bosnia," Carl said quickly, cutting everyone else off.

"Yeah Martina, this is just a normal training deployment. We come over to Italy for a while, drink their beer, meet the women and then go home," V-man added with a smile.

"Well if you – men – will excuse me, I have to go powder my nose. Kevin would you please order me another glass of wine please," she said as she stood up to head for the ladies room.

"Don't be gone too long or I might have to come in there and rescue you," Kevin said jokingly.

"You come in there and it's you that's going to need rescuing handsome," Martina shot back and then kissed his cheek.

Martina walked away and all four Seals kept there eyes glued to her jean covered ass. Kevin was starting to remember the previous night and silently chided his stupidity for not taking her skirt off last night. If given another chance he was going to resolve that issue.

Once Martina reached the lobby of the ladies room, she looked around to see if she was followed and then picked up the house phone. Once the number was dialed she put her back up against the wall and watched the entrance.

"Hello," her husband said.

"It's me. My contact said something is happening up north but I don't know where," Martina said quickly.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"No. One of them got paged and had to leave so it might be his team but I won't know for sure until it happens. I have to go before I'm missed," she said hurriedly.

"Call when you know more," he said and hung up the phone.

Martina went into the ladies room and checked herself. Once she was satisfied she returned to the table and sipped at her wine. 

"I was starting to get worried and was about to see if you were alright," Kevin said.

"Oh I'm sorry dear. I had a wonderful idea so I called in sick for work. I was wondering if I might take you out to dinner in town. I know this quiet little place that makes the best tortellini," Martina said.

"Sounds great but I need a buddy if we go out in town. V-man, you wanna head out with us?" Kevin said.

"Oh I mean if you don't mind Martina," he said to her.

"Not at all. Two handsome Seals escorting me to dinner is going to be very stimulating," she replied, and then reached over and squeezed Kevin's cock.

Kevin raised his eyebrows at her boldness and then darted his eyes around his teammates to see if they noticed anything. He waited for them to all stand before he did. He didn't want them see the obvious bulge in his pants. Martina latched on to Kevin's arm as they followed close behind the others. Once outside Carl and Doc headed for the Seal compound as Martina, Kevin, and Dan Vasquez went over to where Martina's car was parked. Kevin started to wonder how long he could hold out with V-man with them before he pulled Martina's clothes off.

Serbian Command Center, Tuzla, Bosnia

Radovan Valenta was sitting at his desk talking on the phone when the head of the secret police, Viljem Kordic, entered and took a seat across from the Serbian Intelligence Officer. Radovan knew better than to keep Viljem waiting long. His thirst for blood and the thrill of torture was becoming wide spread news.

"Call when you know more," he said and then hung up the phone.

"Viljem it's always a pleasure to see you. I'm a little busy at the moment so what can I do for you?" Radovan asked.

"I'm just checking in to see if there are any new developments that I might need to be aware of. I think the more I know the better I can do my job and move the war effort along, don't you think?"

"I don't have any concrete Intel as of yet. Croat forces are massing to the west for what seems to be an offense strike but my sources haven't figured out where. It appears that the recent escalation has brought some attention from NATO but they still won't act, as usual. The American puppets flex their muscles and pass their resolutions but my contact in the U.N. said that the Security Council is afraid of direct intervention," Radovan told him.

"I see, and that was your contact in the U.N. you were just speaking with?" Viljem asked.

"Not that it's any of your business, but that was another contact letting me know about Catholic Croats trying to flee up into Slovenia. Most of them are women and children and shouldn't concern you," Radovan quickly said.

Viljem leaned forward placing his elbows on the Intel Officer's desk and shot a glare at the slightly muscular man.

"Let's get something straight between us Radovan. I am the head of the Secret Police. It's my job to know everything that is going on with everything – and everyone. As for the women and children they do concern me because women give birth to more babies and children grow up to be soldiers who might be our enemies. I'm trained to solve problems before they become problems. Do we understand each other," he said sternly.

"Fine, and now you're informed about the refugees. Now if you'll excuse me I need to pack a bag," Radovan said.

"Taking a little vacation are we?" Viljem asked.

"I have a meeting with one of my operatives in Slovenia. I should be gone for about three to four days," he told him.

"I hope you enjoy your stay. I expect a report when you return," he said and then left the Intel Officer to his duties. 

Once the head of the Gestapo like police force was safely a few blocks away from the building he entered a small café and picked up the phone. The owner was going to say something to his customer but then quickly realized who it was. He turned around and walked away so as not to anger Viljem Kordic.

"Hello," a female voice said.

"This is Kordic, get me Tihomir on the phone," he told her.

"Yes Sir right away."

While he waited for his assistant, Tihomir Blaskic, to get to the phone he scanned the café for any threats and to stare at the owner. He took enjoyment out of making people nervous by just looking at them.

"This is Blaskic," Tihomir answered

"It's me. I need you to do me a favor. Our sneaky little Intelligence Officer is taking a trip north to Slovenia. Get a few men and keep tabs on him, something is happening and I want to know what he's up to," Viljem told him.

"Not a problem. What are your orders if it becomes necessary to retire him?"

"Only if it's crucial to the success of our mission, but notify me before you do any action," Viljem told him and then hung up the phone.

As he turned to leave he thought of all the ways that Radovan Valenta could seriously endanger his own operation. He had come too far to turn back now, and he would have his power – one way or another.

**********

Martina, Kevin and Dan Vasquez sat in the spacious restaurant, and Kevin realized that Martina was correct when she said the food was good. He was trying to finish his large portion of Tortellini but found it difficult. V-man was having no trouble at all with his, and he wondered where his teammate was putting it all.

"Jesus V, where the hell are you putting all that? You got a hollow leg or something?" he asked him.

"Sorry Kev. This is damn good chow and I don't intend on letting it go to waste. Are you going to finish yours?" V-man asked.

Martina and Kevin laughed at him as Kevin pushed his plate over in front of him. He picked up his glass of wine and took a drink.

"So Dan, you haven't told me what your specialty is. Are you the leader of the group?" Martina asked him.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 04



"Um – no – excuse me," he said and then picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.

"I'm the team's sharpshooter. I watch over them and if someone comes too close, then I bring my weapon up and reach out and touch them."

"Oh that sounds dangerous. You must be very talented," Martina told him.

"Martina it was weird to see you at the Enlisted Club today. You don't seem like the sort to pop into a bar on base that is frequented by the younger crowd," Kevin said, breaking her train of thought on his colleague.

"Oh I'm always on the hunt for a fun time. I was just lucky that you were there to save me from myself," she said then kissed him deeply.

"Hey I'm starting to feel like a third wheel here. Maybe we should go someplace where I can find my own dessert," V-man said.

"If you two want, we can go to a club I know of just outside of town. A lot of civilians on base go there because it's out of the way. I'm sure a good looking guy like you will have no trouble finding something young and vibrant to hook up with," she told them.

"Sounds good to me Martina, that is if it's alright with Kev here," Dan said.

Kevin paid for dinner and helped Martina with her chair. Hopefully Dan would find a girl so he could slip away to a dark corner with Martina. He didn't think he could wait till they got home. If it was busy he was going to take advantage of it.

**********

As Kevin and Dan entered the club, they immediately scanned the room for any signs of danger. Martina noticed this and was impressed at the constant use of their skills, no matter where they were.

"Hey guys calm down. I don't think you're going to find any dangerous people here," she told them and then leaned in towards Kevin.

"Although I think you'll have to pat me down, just to be on the safe side."

"I think I'll take you up on that," Kevin replied a little too loud.

"Take her up on what Kevin? We're not leaving already are we?" Dan asked.

"No we're not leaving yet V-man. Since I got dinner, you get the pleasure of the first round buddy," Kevin said and then slapped him on the back.

When Dan left to get the drinks, Kevin and Martina went to find a booth for them. They found one in the corner where Kevin and Dan could keep tabs on the room. Dan soon returned and passed out drinks to everyone, then sat down across from them.

"I got to hand it to you Martina, this is definitely a target rich environment," Dan said as he looked at the women in the club.

"I come here every once in awhile for some stress relief. You see, this is only one part of this club. Most of the people that come here use both areas," Martina told them.

Kevin looked around, trying to figure out what she was talking about but noticed nothing. He was about to turn back to Martina when he noticed a drop dead gorgeous blond pull back a black curtain and step through.

"Let me guess, the entrance to the land of OZ," Kevin told her.

"Not exactly the Emerald City, but you're close," Martina replied and then placed her hand in Kevin's lap.

"Hey Kev, you two stay here and I'll do a little recon of the area," Dan said and then slid out of the booth.

"Roger that V. I'll be standing by for a sitrep," Kevin replied like they were on a military operation.

"Sitrep?" Martina asked.

"Yeah, it stands for situation report. It means to let people know what's going on," Kevin told her.

A slow song came on as Dan departed towards the curtain. Kevin turned his head and kissed Martina softly as she rubbed his growing cock. They stayed like that for a few minutes and Kevin had to pull back for air.

"Um – I think we should dance before you make me have an accident," he told her.

"I wouldn't worry. You can count on me to clean it up since I caused it," she replied with a laugh.

Kevin painfully slid out of the booth and then helped Martina to her feet. They slowly moved through the crowded dance floor and when he found an open spot he wrapped his powerful arms around her slim waist. Martina snuggled up against him and ground her body against the prominent bulge.

"Jesus Martina, you just won't give me a break. Maybe we should head out to the car so you can get it out of your system," Kevin said and then kissed her neck.

"We don't have to go to the car," Martina said as she pulled his head tighter against her skin.

"Mmmmm – what do you mean?" he mumbled.

"You'll see. Just wait till Dan comes back with his – what did you call it – sitrep," Martina told him.

The song soon ended and Kevin was thankful that he could sit down again. He was pretty self-conscious about the large tent he had. After taking a few drinks of his beer he looked over at the curtain to see if V-man was back yet. What he saw were five couples walking through and entering the other room. Something that he found odd was one of the couples were a lot older than most of the people in the club.

"What ever is back there seems to be popular," Kevin told her and took another drink.

"Very popular and very select, they have a few bouncers inside so things don't get too out of hand," she replied and then took a sip of her wine.

"What is it, some sort of dance area?" Kevin said as he tried to pry information out of her.

"Oh look, there's Dan now. I'll let him tell you," Martina replied.

Dan slid into the booth and reached under the table where the other two couldn't see his hand. When he brought his beer bottle up to take a drink, he grabbed his crotch and adjusted his own hard on to a more comfortable position.

"Ok, out with it. What the hell is back there?" Kevin said.

Dan set his bottle down. "Holy shit Martina, I think I love you," he told her.

"By the way you were adjusting yourself; I take it you found the other room was to your liking. I kind of thought a horny Navy man would," Martina replied.

"So you going to let me in on it, or do I got to beat it out of you?" Kevin told him.

"Let's get a couple more beers and you can see for yourself. I think this is our new club while were here in Italy," Dan said.

As they went up to the bar, Martina excused herself and went to the ladies room. Kevin paid for the drinks and the two Navy Seals went up to the black curtain. As Kevin walked through he had to stop for a moment and let his vision adjust to the dim lighting. He scanned the room and found the two bouncers leaning up against the wall.

Kevin saw a small stage that was raised off the floor about a foot. It was surrounded by five darkened glass fronts that appeared to be some sort of rooms that wrapped around the stage. There was a door off to one side of it that led somewhere but he couldn't tell where it went. Just in front of the stage were over stuffed couches where the couples that he noticed earlier were sitting.

He could pick up some of the sounds that they were making and instantly knew what they were doing. He looked over at one of the couches where the older couple snuggled next to each other. He noticed the gray haired woman's arm moving.

'Holy shit, she's jacking him off,' he said to himself.

Given his exceptional hearing he could make out what they were saying.

"Wow Mario, that blond sure was hot," she told her husband.

"You're right about that dear. Your pussy was dripping all over the couch when she started fucking her ass with that cucumber," he said to his wife.

"You're right about that you dirty old man. I bet you'd love it if that young little thing came down here and swallowed that hard daddy cock of yours," his wife said as she moved her hand faster.

"You know just what gets me off. Here it comes sweetie."

Just then she dropped her head down in her husband's lap. Kevin knew she was swallowing his cum as the old man dropped his head back and moaned.

"Damn she's gone. You missed it Kevin, there was a smoking hot blond up there a few minutes ago. It was amazing. She just walked up there and opened that door and when she came out she was buck-naked and had a cucumber. Fuck me if she didn't lay down there and start slamming that thing inside her," Dan told him.

"I don't get it. Why would she do that in front of everyone," Kevin said.

"Because they get off watching and being watched stud," Martina said behind them.

When she stood beside Kevin, she reached over and rubbed his cock. She noticed he was still hard, but then most of the men rarely went soft in the room.

"You mean these guys don't mind that other people are watching them do shit with each other?" Kevin asked.

"It's called Voyeurism. Most anything goes back here except kids and animals. The bouncers make sure no one gets forced to do something and absolutely no fights," Martina told him. 

They had to move out of the way as other singles and couples came in. As they stood off to one side they watched as the new arrivals took open couches. A dark haired woman in her early twenties sat down with the elderly couple.

"What's up with the glass around the stage?" Dan asked her.

"Those are special viewing rooms. The glass is one way so it adds a certain twist to it. The person on stage can't see in but who ever is in the room can see out to the stage and the rest of the audience. Come on and I'll show you," Martina told them.

As they followed Martina around the side of stage, Kevin noticed a small hallway that led to the doors of the rooms. Each little cubicle had a small window on the door and there was a red light just above it. Dan looked into the first window and saw that it was empty except for a large padded recliner.

"Are the little windows one way also?" Dan asked.

"Yes. When the light is on, it means that who ever is in there is looking for company. Just open the door and join them," she said.

Dan noticed one of the rooms farther down had a light on so he walked up to peer inside. He almost swallowed his tongue when he looked in. The blond girl that he witnessed earlier had her legs thrown over each side of the chair and her head thrown back as she worked the cucumber inside her slick pussy.

"Oh my fucking God, it's her," Dan exclaimed.

Kevin walked up and looked inside. It was the same drop dead gorgeous blond he saw walk through the curtain earlier.

"Well V-man what are you waiting for? The lights on so I guess she wants some company," Kevin told his friend.

When Dan opened the door, Martina grabbed Kevin's arm and pulled him to an open room. Once they were inside, Martina began undoing Kevin's pants.

"Get these damn pants off. You have no idea how much I need fucked right now," Martina said as she slid them down and then pulled them clear of his legs.

When Kevin was stripped of his clothes, Martina forcefully pushed him into the chair and slipped her dress over her head. Kevin looked at her and noticed she didn't have any panties on.

"You went out commando style tonight?" Kevin asked.

"No, I took them off in the bathroom. They would have just gotten in the way and I want everyone to see your cum running down my legs once were done," she said as she knelt down next to the chair.

Kevin moaned out as he felt her warm mouth engulf his leaking cock.

"Damn you know how to do that well," he told her.

"One of these days I'm going to try and fit this monster you call a cock all the way down my throat," she said as she momentarily released the throbbing member.

When Martina went back to her blowjob, Kevin looked out into the other room. Everyone was slowly masturbating as they waited for someone else to get on stage.

"Um – Martina, have you ever – you know – gone out on stage?" Kevin asked.

"I've been out there a few times. It's really a huge rush to have all those people watching me perform for them," Martina replied as she jacked his wet cock.

Just then Kevin saw the young woman leading the elderly lady out onto the stage. The dark haired girl unbuttoned the gray haired woman's dress and let it slid to the floor. As she began sliding her own dress off, the older lady removed her underwear and laid down on the stage. 

"Looks like the shows starting, but that's an unlikely pair isn't it?" he asked.

"Oh, I've seen them before. She has an incest fetish and loves to have sex with old people. It doesn't matter if it's a man or woman, just as long as their a lot older than her," Martina said as she spun the chair sideways.

"Now I'm going to ride that big fat cock for all it's worth. You enjoy the Mother Daughter show, I've seen it before.

When she was hovering in position, Kevin knew he was in serious trouble by the look in her eyes.

"Hold on big boy here I go," Martina said.

Kevin screamed out as the vise like grip of her pussy engulfed him quickly. He was not alone as she joined him from the sudden pain shooting through her body. Martina didn't allow the pain to subside as she began bouncing up and down in his lap. Kevin looked out at the stage and saw that the gray lady had her legs spread out as the younger woman was fisting her rapidly.

Kevin wondered how V-man was getting along with the blond. They way she was built; he didn't think Dan would last very long. Hell, the way Martina was practically raping him, he wouldn't either.

**********

Bob Holiday and Adam Dawson were having their own dinner but they were at the Officer's Club instead. The two had known each other for years, and any time on deployment they always found time to hang out with each other. When they finished their dinners they sat back and enjoyed the view of the few women that were there early.

"I got to meet that girl that our new point man stumbled upon," Bob said.

"What do you mean stumbled upon?" Adam said.

"What I mean is she's really fucking gorgeous. Don't you find it odd that a girl that hot would pick up Kevin? Seems a little fast to me, but then I'm not his dad," he said.

"You're right Bob, you're not his dad – you're his Chief and that makes you more than his dad. Now do you think we should check this girl out or are you jealous because you didn't find her first," Adam told him.

"Let's see where it goes from here. If I get nervous I'll have her checked out," he told his Lieutenant.

"If that's what you want to do. Now I think I'm ready for another beer," Adam said and got up.

When he got to the bar he saw Bravo squad's team leader, Peter Newman, sitting with the leading Chief Andrew Stall and went over to see what was up with their fire team.

"Pete, Andy, what are you guys up to tonight?" he asked them.

"Hey Adam, me and Andy thought we'd see how the pickings are here before we head out in town," Pete said.

"From what I can see so far Adam this place is only good for a few beers," Andy Stall said.

"Since you're just passing through then, grab your drinks and join me and Bob over there for a while," Adam said.

The two Bravo members went over to join Bob Holiday while Adam got a few more beers for them. After sitting down he looked over at Andy Stall.

"Hey Andy you're still not sore about getting busted in your own back yard by a rookie point man are you?" Adam asked.

"To be perfectly honest with you Adam, I'm kind of envious of your team. That kid has senses that I've only seen on bloodhounds. Not to mention he's fucking bright," Andy confided in him.

"I don't blame you, I was pretty fucking impressed myself," Adam laughed.

"If you ever want to get rid..." Pete was trying to say when suddenly his pager went off.

As he checked the number, the other Seals grabbed their own screaming pagers. They knew the recall number for an operation and all four of them walked quickly to the exit. On the other side of town Kevin heard his pager buzz and reached down to pull it off his paints. When he looked at the number he quickly pushed Martina off him and reached for his pants.

"Sorry Martina, we have to cut the night short. Can you get us back to the base please?

"You've got to be kidding me, I was so fucking close. What the hell is it anyway? Can't you just make a phone call or something?" she asked as she got dressed.

"It's not that kind of page, it's the kind where you get your ass back to the compound as fast as you can," Kevin replied and stepped out into the little hallway.

As he looked over to the room that V-man was in, he saw the door fly open and he stepped out pulling his shirt on. When they looked at each other, they knew what was going on.

"We've got to get back in a hurry. Damn I was just starting to enjoy this place," Dan said.

"I guess this is the down side of going out with Seals. Can you at least tell me when you'll be back?" Martina asked as she exited the room.

"No, not really. All I can say is I'll try not be gone too long," he said.

They walked out of the sex room and Martina was moving just as quickly as they were. She needed to get back to the house and make a phone call. Her Husband will be excited that his search might finally come to an end and vengeance will finally be had for his Grandfather's murder. Martina knew it would come at a price, and Kevin Dvorska was going to pay it.

2100 hrs, Special Operations Task Force briefing room.

Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins stood at the front of the room facing Alpha and Bravo fire teams. Joining him at the briefing was a gentleman wearing a dark blue suit who appeared to be in his late forties. Directly behind them was a large satellite photo of a town nestled next to a large cliff.

"Gentlemen, we have Intel on movement of the Serbian Intelligence Officer, Radovan Valenta. We believe he has arrived at a town in the northwest sector of Slovenia called Predjama. For the Intel section of this op, I have asked Mr. Johansson with the CIA to brief you all on the situation. Mr. Johansson, the floor is yours," Hawkins said.

"Thank you Sir. Gentlemen one of our operatives has discovered that Valenta has arrived in Predjama and is staying in one of these two houses, located here and here," he said as he highlighted the spots on the map.

"Now make no mistake about this, under no circumstances is this man to be taken out. We need him alive so that we can interrogate him on the future operations of the Serbian forces. If it is not feasible to capture Valenta, then the mission will be aborted and your team will return to base. The team leaders have copies of the current Intel on him and a layout of the houses. Are there any questions?" Johansson asked.

"Yes, Adam Dawson Alpha squad. How reliable is the Intel on the houses? I would hate to have to smash in some guy's house in the dead of night and find some other poor slob fucking his wife while the package is dead asleep on the other side of town," Adam asked.

"This operative has been in deep cover for the last six years. She knows Predjama extremely well and also knows what's out of place. She actually ran into him while visiting her friend at this house. As far as she knows he will be in town for the next 72 hours," he said.

Hawkins thanked him and walked up to the photo to brief the rest of the operation.

"Here's how we're going to place this. This building imbedded in the side of this cliff is called Predjama castle. The top of the cliff is well covered with thick brush and trees and will provide cover and a clear view of the two houses. Pete, you take Bravo squad and insert with a HALO jump. Your target is this clearing about two clicks out."

"Once you have reached the edge of the cliff you will keep eyes on the target and radio back once you have determined which house the package is in. Adam your team will be the assault squad. Once we have the location you will insert at 0300 here, just south of town and work your way in. Once you have secured the package, Bravo will cover your exit to here, four clicks west of town where a helo will pick up both fire teams. Any questions?" Hawkins asked.

"How many hostiles other than the Intel Officer can we expect to encounter?" Adam asked.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 04



"We know that when he travels, Valenta usually has two body guards and a female companion. We don't want to let the Serbs know that we have him, so it's imperative that the guards and the companion are eliminated and the bodies hidden," Johansson said.

"Not a problem, but what about the people who own the house?" Adam added.

"We believe she may be one of Valenta's contacts. If the opportunity presents itself, bring her in also. If it appears she will cause a problem with your exit, eliminate her along with the others. Remember your primary objectives are to get in, secure Valenta, and get out with no traces," Johansson informed Dawson.

"If there are no other questions, Bravo squad you are due on the loading area in one hour. Dismissed," Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins told his fire teams.

The briefing broke up and Bravo squad headed for the equipment room to gear up. Alpha on the other hand had to wait for a while, so Dawson took them into a secure room to go over the planning of the prisoner snatch.

"All right people lets go over the town. It will be real early in the morning so we shouldn't encounter any civilians going in. Once we get to the house I want Kevin and Doc to provide outside security. Bob, you take V-man in the front door and me and Carl will enter through the back. Once we have the package secured, we all exit the back together. Kevin I want you to lead us through this area here, then to the extract site," Dawson told his team.

"On the way out I want Bob and Carl as package security, V-man you take rear cover. We go in quick and silent so leave the big stuff behind and take the Glocks and the H&K's.

One of the Seals favorite assault weapons was the Heckler & Koch MP5SD-N. A silenced lightweight submachine gun that's capable of selecting one, two, or three round bursts. The teams rarely used the full auto function because at 700 rounds a minute you went through your ammo pretty quick. The sweet feature of the 'N' series is why the Seals commonly used them. Even if the barrel was full of water, you could still fire the weapon effectively.

"Alright everyone, we practice this type of op all the time, so you all know what to do. Are there any questions?" Adam asked. 

"Just one L-Tee, what are my orders regarding the package if he becomes uncooperative?" Carl asked.

"If we have both packages and the girl gives you a problem, take her out. If it's just Valenta, well, the CIA guy said alive – he didn't say anything about hurt. Use your imagination," Adam told him with a big smile.

2330 hrs, 31,000 feet on board an Air Force C-130 Hercules.

Bravo squad did a final check on each others gear and stood by the rear hatch and waited. They were two minutes from the exit point which was still ten miles from the LZ that they intended to land in. Once clear of the aircraft they would fly their bodies the rest of the way in. Pete Newman pushed the button on his throat and addressed his team.

"Remember people we go in without NVG's so everyone stay close and then separate at four thousand feet and we all pull at fifteen hundred," he told his team.

The crew chief opened the rear hatch and the rush of cold air hit the team like a brick. The outside air temperature was only twenty degrees and would seem even colder as they fell down to earth.

"Bravo squad, put your game face on, it's time to earn your 75 dollar hazardous duty pay," Andy Stall called out.

He couldn't see their smiles underneath the oxygen masks as the entire team gave him a thumbs up, then the green light came on signaling the team to depart. In an instant, their black covered bodies disappeared into the night sky on their way to Predjama Slovenia. The rear hatch just started closing as the large C-130 turned sharply and headed towards Germany so as not to draw attention from any Serbian radar.

Peter Newman felt the wind whipping at his insulated jump suit as he checked his altimeter. He could see Griffin, and Stall to either side of him as they descended through 25,000 feet. They had only left the plane about 48 seconds before. When he looked back down, he could just make out the lights of the city through the sparse cloud cover they were currently passing through.

He knew if people were still awake, or out taking a walk they would never see them due to the dark clothes and black chutes. They would have to have very keen eye sight and since it only took three and half minutes to reach the desired altitude, their odds were about zero. He checked his altimeter again and saw they were at four thousand feet and the team began to spread out.

They were just outside the clearing when everyone in Bravo squad pulled their chutes and began to safely float the rest of the way down. Once they landed near the edge of the clearing, Bravo squad quickly hid their excess gear and turned on their NVG goggles.

"Ok Griff, get us to the edge of the cliff," Pete said quietly to his point man.

Bravo squad followed him as he disappeared into the woods. Each member was sweeping left and right, keeping a watchful eye out for danger. Even though this wasn't supposed to be a hostile area, you could never tell what you were going to run into.

**********

Most of Alpha squad were relaxing or playing solitaire, except for Kevin Dvorska who had his face buried in the topographical map of the area. He would switch from photos and then back to the map studying every detail and possible alternate routes. Adam Dawson put the blueprints of the houses down and walked over to Bob Holiday.

"Keep them loose Bob, I'm heading down to Com to find out Pete's status," he said.

"If they get any looser Adam, those guys are going to turn into Silly Putty," Bob told him with a laugh.

Adam slapped him in the back of the head and left the room. The Communications room was located one floor down and the only way to get there was the elevator. When he stepped inside he inserted his identification badge into the only slot on the panel. There were no buttons because it only went to one location.

Once the small doors opened, he saw the two Marine sentries that guarded the entrance. Once they checked his ID against the access list, he was allowed to pass. Pushing his thumb on the fingerprint pad, the door cracked open and he entered the darkened room.

On the far wall were three extremely large screens. The displays on each would have confused any normal person but to Adam it was just a run of the mill display. They consisted of satellite orbits, radio frequencies, topographical images and radar showing anything that was flying in the area and their call sign. He walked up to Lieutenant Commander Hawkins and stood next to him, never taking his eyes off the screen.

"How's it going so far Neal?" Adam asked.

"Just like clockwork Adam, last radio call put Bravo in route to the cliff. With any luck you guys should be out of here soon," he told the Seal.

"They have to find the guy first. You know how much I don't trust those spooks from the agency. My God damn luck, we go in there and discover Elvis is alive and he's living in Predjama," Adam said sarcastically.

"If that's true, just think how many women in the world you're going to make happy. You'll be the Seal team that rescued the king," Hawkins replied.

**********

Frank Griffin had Bravo squad about a hundred yards from the cliff when he got down on one knee quickly. When the rest of the team saw this, they followed suit and searched their assigned areas. Peter Newman gave his point man some time to figure out what the problem was. It was as if he was listening to something but couldn't make it out. The team leader quickly signaled for Andy Stall to check it out.

Andy moved cautiously up to where Griff was and looked around. Even with the added benefit of the night vision gear he still couldn't see any trouble or what had spooked Frank Griffin.

"What seems to be the hold up Griff?" he asked.

"I don't know Andy. All of a sudden I got a weird feeling like we're being watched," Frank told him.

"Ok I believe you but Intel has this area clear. Just to be on the safe side take it slow and go weapons free," Andy told him as he took the safety off his own MP5.

Griff headed off and within a few seconds the team was hot on his heels on their way to the cliff edge. When Pete got up next to his Team Chief he paused a moment.

"What the hell was that about Andy?" Pete asked.

"He thinks someone might be watching us. I suggest we go weapons free boss just to be safe. Griff isn't the type to get spooked easily," he said.

Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Newman pushed the mike button on his throat so the team could hear him. 

"Bravo listen up, we're about a hundred yards away for point alpha. Go weapons free and keep an eye out, we might have company shadowing us," he told his team.

Peter Newman, Jim Jenkins and Rick Berkley took there safety's off. As an added precaution Berkley switched from his MP5 to the M14 sniper rifle he was carrying. When he turned on his starlight scope he brought the weapon to his shoulder and peered through the eye piece, the small forest came to life in a soft glow. After scanning the area, he lowered the rifle and continued on with the others.

They arrived at the edge of the cliff overlooking Predjama castle and the rest of the town. Griffin still had that funny feeling as he scanned the area.

"Griffin, Jenkins – perimeter security. Berkley, hop on the starlight and find me the package," Pete Newman ordered.

"Andy get on the horn to base and update our sitrep," he told his mentor and then scanned the town with his teams sharpshooter.

Senior Chief Andrew Stall pulled the handset out and tuned in the frequency for the communications center. As the teams radio operator it was his responsibility to call in any updates for the situation report. It was always wise to let home base in on the current information.

"Eagle base, Eagle base – this is sparrow," Andy said quietly.

"Sparrow this is Eagle base – go," they answered.

"Bravo at the five yard line, looking for the ball," he said.

"Roger sparrow, looking for the ball. Be advised place kicker is standing by for the touchdown," the comm. center answered back.

**********

The large black beast could smell the five Navy Seals not far away. His heightened sense of hearing allowed him to listen in on the radio chatter along with their conversations. He had to be careful about his approach. Even though the weapons they carried would not kill him, he still needed to make sure that he did it quickly and silently. The fact that one of them knew something was wrong, only ensured that he was the one he had searched for. He was about to have his revenge.

One thing the werewolf thought was strange is that he could not sense the presence of the other werewolf. He knew they would send the best they had so it stood to reason that Dvorska could mask his scent from other beasts. That didn't matter to him. He would kill Kevin Dvorska and take the officer back with him for interrogation. He was looking forward to finding out how long it would take to break a U.S. Navy Seal.

**********

"Berkley, you got anything through the starlight scope?" Pete asked.

"That's a negative boss. Lights are on but I've only seen a female walk by a window," he replied.

"All right keep looking for the package. If we don't have a visual in thirty minutes we call back for instructions," the team leader told them.

Frank Griffin watched the forest for anything unusual. Just then a small breeze kicked up and at first he thought he was imagining it but it sort of smelled like an animal or something. It might just be a deer out for a nightly stroll. Just as he was about to look away something caught his attention, two brightly glowing golden eyes.

"What the..." he started to say but couldn't finish it.

The black beast slammed his body into Bravo's point man, as he collided with him his back claw rested on Griffin's stomach. When the werewolf launched itself at his next victim, Frank Griffin's lower torso was ripped opened. As he screamed out in pain, the rest of Bravo squad turned to see a large black beast with incredible speed flying towards Rick Berkley. 

The sharpshooter had not time to roll away as the beast sunk its oversized teeth into his throat and pulled back. When this happened, Berkley's head rolled to one side and only stay attached by a small piece of muscle.

The movements of the wolf were so fast that Peter Newman only had time to swing his MP5 in the direction of the attack. The monstrous animal hit him and slammed his head against the tree he was near. As he was going down, his finger instinctively squeezed the trigger and released three 9mm rounds into the dirt.

Andy Stall had the handset out and pushed the mike button. What ever this thing was they needed backup – now. With one hand on radio and the other on his carbine he squeezed both at the same time. As the report of the weapon rang out into the night, four 7.62mm traveled at supersonic speed three feet before impacting the wolf's shoulder. The wolf's howl and his own scream was the last thing he heard as the razor sharp claws tore his face apart.

Jim Jenkins saw that the rounds had no effect on the wolf's body. He jumped up and grabbed the tree branch that was above his head. Just as he swung his legs up, he felt the three inch canine teeth sink into the side of his body. When the black animal threw him roughly to the ground, his spin snapped with a loud pop.

The team's medic tried to move his arms and legs but they would not move with his command. When the werewolf stood over his paralyzed body, he snarled and allowed his thick drool to drop down on the human's chest. Jim Jenkins could only scream as the blade-like claws tore his body open from his crotch to his throat.

**********

"My God damn luck, we go in there and discover Elvis is alive and he's living in Predjama," Adam said sarcastically.

"If that's true, just think how many women in the world you're going to make happy. You'll be the Seal team that rescued the king," Hawkins replied.

"You know what I mean Neal. If Pete can't find this guy there, then that means whoever they have in Predjama is a real bitch. I'm pretty tired of the wild goose chases and..." Adam Dawson said but stopped when he heard the shots and screams ring out over the loud speakers.

The static was still on the air so Adam knew that the button was being held in by Andy Stall. Seconds later he heard someone else scream out loudly in pain and what sounded like something growling.

"Sparrow this is Eagle base – come in."

The radio operator waited for the reply as Neal Hawkins ran up to the console.

"Try them again damn it," he said sternly.

"Sparrow this is Eagle base. What is your current status?" he said as he adjusted the sensitivity of the gear.

"Sparrow – come in, this is Eagle base."

Suddenly a loud squeal echoed through the communications room as Bravo squad's radio was destroyed.

Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins spun around quickly and starred at Alpha squad's team leader.

"Adam, get your fire team out to the flight line and get me my Seal team back – now," Hawkins said and then picked up the phone to call the duty officer.

**********

The black werewolf lifted its paw off the now smashed radio and turned around to look at the carnage around him. In an instant, the change occurred and he was once again dressed in black. The only difference now was his once pristine uniform was torn and ragged. When he moved over to his first victim he knelt down and stared at him.

He searched the body for any identification and found nothing. He wondered why Dvorska hadn't changed and protected his team. Only one thing made sense, this was not the Seal team he was looking for. That means the Americans will send another team to search for their missing comrades. Since they would be in danger they will probably have air support following them. The only smart decision was to take his hostage somewhere and get the needed information.

He walked over to the unconscious team leader and threw him over his uninjured shoulder. As he walked quickly back into the forest he turned his head slightly and spoke to the Seal.

"I do hope you enjoy pain American. I need information and you will provide it to me – one way or the other," he said as he disappeared into the darkness.

Fire team Alpha was startled when Adam Dawson threw the door open. When Bob Holiday looked into his Lieutenant's eyes, he could see that he was extremely troubled.

"Adam what is it?" he asked.

"Listen up team. Bravo got hit a few moments ago so we have a new mission. Leave the silenced stuff here and grab the M4 carbines. Carl I want you on the M60 machine gun and Doc you better pack another med kit. V-man, bring the 50 cal sniper rifle and make sure you got a thermal scope with it. Everyone pay attention because we're going to make it up as we go. You got ten minutes to get it done and then we're on the C-130 – go," Adam told his team.

Alpha squad bolted out of the door to get the gear. As Kevin passed the team leader, he grabbed his arm and held him back.

"Dvorska, this isn't some training exercise in North Carolina, this is real. That's our friends out there and I need your A-game," Adam told him.

"You got it boss. You and the rest of the team stay on my ass, I'll be moving quickly."

Adam let the 23 year old go and followed them to get his gear. From the sounds on the radio it sounded like no one was left but if they were all dead, he had no intentions of leaving them out there. He had never left a fallen Seal behind and he wasn't about to start now.

0300 hrs, small clearing just south of Predjama Slovenia.

Fire team Alpha went weapons free the moment they hit the ground and scanned the area. When Kevin sensed there was no danger he pushed his mike button and reminded his teammates to stay on his tail. Kevin knew the location that Bravo would have selected to cover their originally planned exit but to get there would be a hike. They couldn't risk using Bravo's insertion LZ incase someone was watching, so they inserted in another area that was two miles away.

Kevin moved as quickly as he could without drawing attention to the team's movement. When they finally reached the small trail that snaked around the cliff, Kevin signaled for the fire team to stop. When he knelt down he saw footprints leading out of the trail and back into town. Adam moved towards his point man to see what the hold up was.

"We don't have time to smell the roses Kev, what's wrong?" he asked.

"These are fresh prints boss, someone has come through here not too long ago," Kevin whispered.

"Are you sure?"

"They can't be over three hours old. I'm sure of it," Kevin told him as he looked up the trail.

"Ok stay alert and get us up there," Adam Dawson said.

One by one they went up the trail until it split and that's where V-man headed off to a higher position above the cliff. If they ran into trouble he could cover the area effectively and take out any opposition. About 45 minutes later Kevin stopped and peered down the path, he was not happy about the smell in the area.

"Kev what's up?" Adam asked.

"I don't think we're going to be happy about the outcome L-tee. Something doesn't smell right," Kevin whispered.

Adam pushed his mike button and addressed his fire team.

"V-man you see anything on the thermal?" he asked his sharpshooter.

"Negative boss. The only heat signatures in the area are yours," 

"Copy that. Bob take the left side about fifty yards out, Doc you take right. Carl give me a loose trail, if anything happens get that big fucker up here – move," Adam told them.

"Kev you got front left, I'll take front right. Let's get this done," he told his point man.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 04



When they reached the site of the massacre, Kevin felt like throwing up as he checked the bodies for traps. When he found none he signaled to Adam that the area was safe.

"Alpha check in," Adam called out.

Over his earpiece he heard the reports come in.

"Overlook clear," V-man said.

"Clear left."

"Clear right." 

"Tails good," Carl radioed in.

"Alpha squad, regroup on me," he told them.

The team began to gather around Adam Dawson. When Bob came in from the left side he came upon Jim Jenkins' mutilated body.

"Holy – mother – of – God! What in the fuck happened?" he exclaimed as he starred at him.

"Everyone look around, Pete's not among them," Adam told his team.

"Bob, get on the radio and let base know where we are," he told him.

Chief Bob Holiday could only stare at the bodies that lay scattered around.

"Chief – God damn it get a move on – now!" he yelled at him.

"Sorry boss, I'm on it," he apologized as he pulled the handset to the radio out.

Kevin knelt down by his fellow point man Frank Griffin. His head was barely attached and the pool of blood that surrounded him was soaking into the dirt. That's when he saw them. Large paw prints smashed into the dirt that wasn't soaked with blood. He surveyed the area and found even more. Quickly he looked at the bodies, not that they were dead, but the similar injuries they all had.

When he saw that the prints became human by a large tree he inhaled deeply and then quickly looked down the path they had come through. A cold chill ran up his spin as he realized what they were now up against. Looking back down at the base of the tree he found three 9mm shell casings from presumably Peter Newman's MP5.

When he checked the other bodies, the only indication of someone fighting back was Andy Stall who got off four rounds. Since they put up very little of a fight he knew that the werewolf was extremely quick and most likely a large male with experience in killing. His thoughts about the werewolf were interrupted by the voice of Lieutenant Dawson.

"Kev, I know this is hard your first time out, but I need you to focus on the mission. Any sign of what might have happened to Newman?" he asked.

"Yes Sir. It seems he went down over by that tree but got off a three round burst. Who ever got him went down the trail we came in on and down that path I found the foot prints at. My guess is he's somewhere in town," Kevin told him.

"Any idea on what did this," he asked him.

"None that makes sense Sir," he replied.

"I'm open for suggestions Dvorska. A whole fire team is dead and one is missing," Dawson said sternly.

"Some kind of animal, maybe a pissed of bear or some dogs," Kevin lied.

"Not the kind of answers I'm looking for Kevin. Keep looking and see if you can find anything useful," Adam told him as he turned around to his radio operator.

"Bob, give me the handset," Adam said.

Adam Dawson pressed the mike key but didn't exactly know what to say to his CO.

"Eagle base, Eagle base – this is place kicker," he said.

"Place kicker this is Eagle base – go," the operator replied.

Adam Dawson paused, how in the hell was he going to broadcast a message that an entire Seal fire team was torn apart – literally.

"This is Eagle base – go ahead place kicker," the operator prompted.

"Eagle base – the starting line is down and the quarterback is missing. I repeat the starting line is – down – and the quarterback is missing," he said as he himself was starting to loose it.

There was a long pause and then he heard Lieutenant Commander Hawkins voice come over the airway.

"Eagle base copies all. Secure the field and get the starting line to the locker room. Pick up in one hour at grid 297 bravo. How do you copy?" Hawkins said.

"Place kicker copies. Grid 297 bravo in one," Adam replied and then gave the handset back to Bob Holiday.

"Chief, get them bagged up and ready to move. Kevin and I will provide security for the extract, let's get it done," he told him.

"Yes Sir. You heard the man, move it," Bob said to the others.

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They Walk Among Us Ch. 05



Thanks to everyone who has helped me tweak the story. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and forgive me for making a short one but it was the best place to break it for chapters. Enjoy and don't forget to vote.

0700 Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins Office. 

Hawkins was seated at his desk when Adam Dawson walked in. It had already been a long day for the lieutenant that is if you consider the fact he hadn't slept in the last 25 hours. He looked disheveled and beat as he slumped in a chair opposite of his CO.

"Your team get everything stowed away?" Neal asked as he continued his paperwork.

"They just finished up and I have them in the briefing room. I figure they can get some shut eye there before we gear up again to go look for Pete," Adam said.

"That won't be necessary Adam. Orders are to wait for the Intel guys to come up with something. Your team is to stand down until then," he told him as he looked up.

"You can't be serious Neal. There are four men down in the morgue, that are ripped to shreds and I have one who is missing. We need to get back out there," Adam said as he stood up and stared at his CO.

"God damn it Adam I know what we have down in the morgue, my men! That's right -- my men Lieutenant Dawson! If you think it's easy for me to sit here on my ass while some CIA puke figures out what to do, you're mistaken. Maybe you'd like to write these letters to the families, letting them know their husbands and sons died in a training accident," Neal Hawkins screamed.

"I'm sorry Sir, it's just that I've never left someone behind before," Adam said softly.

"I know Adam and we'll get him back, but going out in your condition is stupid. I want your team to take some time off, get some perspective on this. When we get some solid Intel I'll let you know and you can go bring him home. Now get some sleep or get drunk, but whatever you do, do it somewhere else other than here," Hawkins said as he sat back down.

Kevin Dvorska sat on the couch away from the others. He didn't know how to feel about the mission. He knew he couldn't tell the others what really happened; the secret must be kept safe at all costs. Even if he did tell L-tee the truth, hell, he'd never believe it. 

"Kevin, you ok?" Carl Werner asked as he placed his large black hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah I guess. I was just thinking about the guys," Kevin told him.

"Kind of a shitty way to get your first op under your belt, but we all knew the risks when we signed up. If it makes you feel better, I thought you did a fantastic job out there," he said.

"Thanks Carl. So what do we do now? Do you think we'll get to go back out?" Kevin asked.

"I don't know, we gotta wait and see what..." Carl started to say.

"Listen up people," Adam Dawson said as he entered the briefing room.

"We're gonna stand down for a while. You guys get some sleep and then we'll meet up at that club you guys found the other day and see if we can drink the place dry. Now get out of here before I take you all to the O-course," Adam told his team.

As the team filed out of the room, Adam grabbed Kevin's arm and stopped him.

"Anything you want to talk about Kev? You seemed to be a little shaken up out there, like you were scared of something," He asked.

"No Sir. Just over active senses is all, I'll be fine after some beer," Kevin replied.

"Ok, get some rack time. One more thing you should know. My names Adam, I think you've proven yourself enough," Dawson told him as he extended his hand.

Kevin smiled and shook his Lieutenants hand. He had finally secured his spot on Adam Dawson's fire team.

It was three in the afternoon when Kevin woke up. He knew he should have slept longer but he just couldn't. He got dressed and headed out to find a beer and a phone. He needed some answers and the only one who had them lived in Galveston Texas. It was only nine in the morning but his dad should be in his office by now.

The enlisted club wasn't very busy as Kevin went up to the bar and ordered a beer. He slammed the cold drink quickly and sat the empty bottle down. The bartender pulled another out and handed it to him.

"Bad day sailor?" she asked.

"Nope, just thirsty is all. I was wondering do you guys have a phone here that I can call back to the states on?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah it's over there in the back. Just pick it up and you'll get an American operator," she told him and went over to the rest of the customers.

Kevin found the booth and sat down. Once the door was closed he picked up the phone and waited. When the operator came on, he gave her the phone number and waited for the collect call to go through. A few moments later, Luka Dvorska got on the phone.

"Hey buddy, how the hell are you?" Luka asked.

"Just fine Dad. How's Mom doing?" he said.

"She's ok. She's glad I'm retiring so I can spend some more time on my honey do list. Speaking of women, have you got a temporary wife yet?" he asked his son.

"Not really Dad, but I'll tell you about that some other time. I need to ask you something that only you can answer. It's about people like us, if you know what I mean," Kevin said.

"I don't think we should be talking about this on the phone Kev. It's not really a good idea. Can't it wait till you get back to the states?" Luka said with genuine concern.

"No it can't Dad. I need to know if there are others like us," Kevin said.

"What do mean? What's happened Kevin?" Luka asked.

"I can't tell you that Dad. What I can tell you is that I picked up the scent and it scared the shit out of me," he replied.

"I knew this was a bad idea. You should have stayed home with us and never joined the military. Damn it Kev you need to..." Luka said.

"Don't start Dad. Now answer the question -- it's important," Kevin said cutting him off.

"Yes Kevin there is. Most of us go about our lives and never use it to our advantage. Some are just evil and they will do anything to get power. It doesn't know about you does it? Luka asked his son.

"No Dad, no one knows who I am. I've kept my promise," he said.

"Listen Dad I gotta go. Give Mom a hug and kiss for me and tell her I'm fine. I'll try to call you two later in the week," Kevin told him.

"Kevin you should know one more thing. If you come up against one that is out for his own greed, it'll have no reservations about killing you and anyone you're with," Luka said.

"Don't worry Dad, I'm a Navy Seal and you don't want to have it out with one when he's pissed off," Kevin told him and then said goodbye.

Kevin got out of the booth and went back up to the bar for another beer. He needed a few moments to gather his thoughts about the situation. When the bartender returned with his beer she placed it in front of him and gave him a quizzical look.

"What's got you so concerned sailor?" she asked.

"Nothing, just trying to figure some things out," Kevin told her.

"What always helps me think things through is a good time in bed. I get off in a few hours if you need some help with that," she said as she looked at him seductively.

"That's a tempting offer but maybe some other time," Kevin said politely.

"That rain check can be redeemed anytime," she said then walked away.

Kevin looked at his watch and wondered if Martina was home. Maybe she'd like to fool around some before he had to go out tonight. He tipped the bartender and headed over to her house on base. When he got there he rang the doorbell and waited. When no one answered he pressed the button again. He was about to leave when the door opened.

Martina was wearing a blue satin robe that was tied loosely around her. He could tell she was at least partially naked underneath. When she noticed it was Kevin she let out a small gasp like she was startled.

"Kevin, what are you doing here? I -- um -- thought you were out doing Seal stuff," she said.

"I was, but now I'm back and wondered if you'd like to hang out or something. If this is a bad time I can come back later or something."

Martina looked back in the house as if she was looking for someone. Kevin realized that maybe she had company and should go.

"I'm sorry you have company. I'll get out of here, I'll see you soon," Kevin said.

"No, no Kevin come in and sit down. I'd love for you to tell me about your night, if you can," she told him as she moved out of the way.

Martina led him to the living room where he saw a brown haired female sitting on the couch. She was placing some papers back into her satchel and then looked up to see Martina standing beside her. She was very pretty with big brown eyes, and had the brightest red lipstick on. It appeared to Kevin that she might be his age or maybe a little younger. There was no mistaking her almost flat chest as her nipples poked through her white blouse.

"Katharine, this is Kevin Dvorska, the Navy Seal I was telling you about," Martina told her.

"Oh I didn't think I'd get to meet you, but now that I have I can see why my friend Martina is so taken with you," Katharine said as she stood up.

Kevin extended his hand but Katharine did something odd. She looked over at Martina like she was checking to see if it was ok. Martina paused for a moment and giggled.

"Katharine it's not like he's going to bite you," she told her.

"Sorry, how do you do," Katharine said as she shook his hand.

"I hope I didn't interrupt something important," Kevin told her.

"No -- um -- I was just showing Martina some papers from a couple of classes I'm taking," Katharine told him as she sat back down.

"Make yourself comfortable Kevin. Would you like a beer or something," Martina asked.

"Sure, a beer sounds good," Kevin said as he took a seat across from Katharine.

When she left, Kevin decided to make some small talk with the lovely woman.

"So Katharine..." he started to say.

"Oh please call me Kat. Katharine always makes me feel old," she told him.

"Ok -- Kat. Do you live on base too like Martina?" Kevin asked.

"No, I have a small apartment out in town, but I work on base," she said.

"I thought you looked familiar, where at?" he asked.

"I'm on the cleaning crew over at your compound," Kat told him.

Just then Martina came walking in with a cold beer and two glasses of wine. She gave Kevin his beer and sat next to Kat. Everyone took a long sip of their drinks and then Martina crossed her legs slowly, letting the bottom of her robe fall open. Kevin stared at her legs and he just couldn't help it as his cock started to harden.

"So Kevin was it a good night or a bad night," Martina asked.

"You know I can't talk about that Martina. Let's just say I was looking for someone to raise my spirits up," he told her and took another pull off his beer.

"Oh -- if I let you fuck me, will that make you feel better?" she asked quickly.

Kevin choked on his beer and started coughing. Kat on the other hand lowered her head like she was embarrassed.

"Jesus Martina -- um -- you are direct," Kevin said.

"I warned you about French women handsome. I find it makes life easier if you just say what you want to say. Don't you agree?" Martina asked.

"Um -- Yeah -- I -- um guess so," he tried to say through the coughs.

"Like the other night when I asked you what got you off. What you fantasize about," she said point blank.

"Um -- I think I remember that," Kevin replied sheepishly.

He thought it was pretty weird having this kind of a conversation in front of someone he just met a minute ago. Kat was still looking down at her wine as it swirled around inside the crystal.

"Oh I'm sorry, are you embarrassed that Katharine is here? You don't need to be, Kat and I are very close friends," she told him.

"Kat we're close friends aren't we?" Martina asked the lovely woman.

"Yes we are," she replied and then took a sip of her wine.

"Do you think Kevin is handsome?" Martina asked.

"Yes, he's very handsome," Kat said.

She knew where Martina was going with this. The same place she wanted to go before Kevin showed up. This wouldn't be the first time Martina had played this naughty game with her. Even though she was a little shy, Martina knew how to bring that inner slut out in full force.

"I think so too. I'll let you in on a secret Kat -- it's even better naked," she said.

"Kevin, have you ever been with two women at the same time?" Martina asked him.

"I could barely keep up with you the other night, I think both of you would end up killing me. Besides, I don't think Kat looks comfortable about it," Kevin said as he shifted in his seat.

"Well let's just see, shall we," she told Kevin as she reached over towards Katharine.

Kat looked up at Kevin and locked eyes with him. Kevin stared back, not really believing this was happening. Even if he did tell the guys, which he wasn't going to, they'd never believe him.

Martina ran the back of her hand across the hard bud on Kat's chest. When the sensation reached her brain, she opened her mouth and moaned softly. Martina set her wine down and then slowly began to unbutton the younger woman's blouse. As it separated, Martina allowed it to still cover Katharine's upper body, allowing a mysterious allure to surround them.

"I think you're mistaken Kevin, it seems as if Kat is very comfortable with this," Martina said and then leaned over to nibble her friends ear.

Kevin shifted in his seat again. His cock was fully hard now and threatening to tear his slacks open. When he reached down to adjust it for relief, he caught Martina glancing at him.

"Oh you poor baby, it looks like you're the one who's uncomfortable with this," she said with a giggle.

"I'm pretty sure even a veteran porn star would find this uncomfortable so to speak," Kevin replied as he slammed his beer.

"Do you really think so? I wonder what he would think about this," Martina replied as she turned Kat's head towards her.

Martina placed her lips on Kat's and then pushed her tongue deep into her mouth. Kat instinctively opened up and moaned as Martina slid her tongue in and out in a fucking motion. Kat reached up and slid her hand into Martina's robe and cupped her soft flesh. When she felt the hard nipple against her palm, she started rubbing her legs together. She was desperately trying to scratch the itch between them.

Martina broke the kiss and grabbed a handful of Kat's brown hair and pulled her head forward. Her hand pulled back the satin robe as she forced Kat's mouth on her breast. When she felt the warm mouth engulf her sensitive flesh, she couldn't help but moan out loud.

"Oh fuck, I love your mouth on me Kat. You're such a good girl," Martina said as she leaned her head back.

Martina looked over to Kevin. "Enjoying the show so far Kevin? I told you before there are a lot of nasty things I love to do," she said seductively.

"I think it's better than any porno I've ever seen, and being in the Navy, I've seen my fare share," he told her.

"Why don't you get those clothes off and join us over here. I bet Kat's going to love seeing your hard body," Martina whispered.

As Kevin began undressing, Martina forced Kat's head over to her other nipple and tried to jam as much of it as she could in the hot sucking mouth. She could hear Kat whimper as her jaw was unnaturally spread wider. Even though it hurt her slightly, the pain always made her extremely wet.

"Now, now little one, don't make those disapproving sounds. I know you love it, don't you, don't you, you fucking -- little -- slut," Martina said with a hint of aggression.

Martina pulled her head back, allowing her to catch her breath.

"I asked you a question little one," she said.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I like to be hurt sometimes," Kat whispered.

"You see Kevin, Katharine here has a small submissive side. Which means when you think she is uncomfortable about something, she's actually leaking like a faucet," she told him as she moved her head back to her throbbing nipple.

When Kevin was done undressing, he stood in the center of the living room and couldn't help but stroke his fat cock. Hell, who wouldn't with two hot women going at it like sex starved whores.

"Ok slut, that's enough for now. Look over at Kevin's hard cock, look at the size of that fucking monster," she told her young friend.

When she did, her eyes became huge and full of actual concern.

"Oh my fucking God, there's no way I can take that! He'll rip me apart, I know he will!" she exclaimed.

"I took it the other night and yes, it's going to hurt at first but you'll get used to it. Now why don't you stand up and show Kevin what you have to offer him. I'm sure he's curious about what you look like," Martina told her as she pulled open her robe.

She stood up also and joined Kevin in the middle of the room. Discarding her robe behind Kevin, she pressed her body up against his back and began stroking his hard cock for him. Something suddenly popped in his head. It was extremely hard to kill a werewolf, but these two women might have the secret on how to do it.

Once Kat was done undressing, she moved up to Kevin and joined Martina in stroking his cock. Kevin noticed that her breasts were indeed almost nonexistent. Her small buds were accented only by the very hard nipples on the tips. Her lightly tanned skin was glistening with a soft sheen of sweat that made her glow as she stroked his cock.

"Does the fact that I like being taken advantage of turn you off? It's ok if it does, it wouldn't be the first time," Katharine asked.

"Um -- no, I guess we all have things we like and don't like. You're over eighteen so you can make your own choices in life. I gotta fess up here, I'm kind of inexperienced in what to do, especially with two women at one time," Kevin confessed.

"Oh, maybe you need that teacher in me again. Did it turn you on to role-play with me Kevin? Is that what got you off so quick -- or was it my slutty mouth?" Martina whispered in his ear.

Kevin was starting to loose control with the situation. He knew this couldn't be the first time they did this to a man. Hell, they should work for the enemy as good as they were as a team. He decided on having Martina control the action, she seemed to enjoy being in charge of the two younger adults.

"I don't know Martina, I guess they both got me off, so just go ahead and do what you want. Oh fuck that feels good you two," Kevin said as he closed his eyes and grabbed Kat's shoulders for support.

"It's not wise for someone to tell me to do what I want. You have no idea what kind of things I can do," she told him as she caressed his tight ass.

Kevin leaned his head down and kissed Kat. As he slid his tongue in, she moaned deeply and stroked his cock faster. After a long kiss he released her mouth and pushed her down with his powerful hands. She knew what he wanted and obediently slid down and began licking his cock. There was a drop of cum at the tip so she opened her mouth and sucked hard.

"Oh wow that feels good," he moaned out.

"Yes Kevin, she is quite talented for such a young girl. Is she making you forget about your bad night," Martina whispered.

"Oh yeah, I'm starting to feel a lot better," he moaned.

"Just don't hold it in Kevin, let it out so it doesn't control you handsome," she said as she fondled his balls from behind.

"If she keeps sucking me like that, I'm pretty sure I won't hold it in," Kevin replied.

"Oh don't shoot off too fast. You haven't had a chance to see what she can really do when she gets hot," she told him.

Kevin reluctantly pushed her away from his cock and tried to control his breathing. When he turned around he grabbed Martina and kissed her hard, she responded with the same enthusiasm as the two tongues fought with each other. Needing some air, Martina pulled away and gasped.

"My, my, I think someone is turned on. Let's see if we can get you even more excited," Martina said and then looked over to Katharine.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 05



"Kat why don't you lay back and put on a show for Kevin and I," she said.

Kat only stared at the forceful woman. She wasn't about to lay down when it was put to her like that. She only looked on as she spun Kevin around and whispered in his ear. He got a confused look on his face as she told him what to do.

"Martina, are you sure?" Kevin asked.

"Yes I'm sure. It's the only way she can get off, trust me," she whispered soft enough so only Kevin heard her.

"Ok I'll give it a try," he whispered back.

He turned to Kat. "You heard her, lay back and put a show on for us," Kevin said.

"No Kevin. You have to say it like you mean it, like this," she told him and then whispered softly in his ear.

"Listen you little fuck slut, get on your back start finger fucking yourself or the only place I'm gonna put this cock is up your ass. Do it bitch!" he said again, but sternly this time.

Kat closed her eyes and moaned loudly as she quickly lay back and grabbed her hairless mound. She rapidly shoved three fingers inside her dripping sex whiled her other hand brutally rubbed her clit.

"You see, everyone has a dark secret that they can't escape. Sooner or later it will surface and you have no choice but to embrace it, for her it's about control. She needs someone to control her, to use her. Sometimes if it's forceful enough, she can have a crashing orgasm without even being touched," Martina told him.

"I never knew..." Kevin started to say.

"Now try this Kevin," she said as she whispered something else in his ear.

Kevin knelt down by her side with his cock very near her face. As she stared at the thick piece of meat her mouth instinctively opened as if to suck it. Kevin kept his distance as he slowly stroked his cock in front of her. With his other hand, he reached down and pulled her nipple up slightly.

"No Kevin, like you mean it," Martina said as she caressed Kat's outstretched thighs.

Kevin pulled harder and it forced the young woman to cry out in pain and pleasure. When she did, Kevin released the hard bud quickly, thinking that he went a little far.

"Oh fuck yes! Do it again -- please -- someone do it again!" Kat cried out.

"No! Fuck you bitch, we do what we want, not what you want!" Martina screamed.

"Yes, I'm sorry, what you want. Oh God I'm going to..." Kat screamed.

Martina quickly pulled Kat's hands away from her pussy, causing her to moan out in disappointment. She moved her soaked fingers up to her mouth and forced them in and out roughly. She was making her fuck her own mouth with the slime covered digits.

"Suck on these you sex freak! That's it you whore, fuck your own mouth!" Martina ordered her.

"Kevin, I'll be right back. Don't you dare cum young man," she said as she bolted up the stairs.

Kevin stared at the woman lying in front of him and couldn't understand how she could get that way and still be so young. He was 23 and had thought women couldn't get this way without years of sex behind them.

"Tell me Kat, how did you turn out so submissive and only be my age or younger?" he asked as he pulled her hand free of her mouth.

"I've always been this way since I was trained," she said.

"I don't understand, trained by who?" he asked as he pulled her nipple again.

"Oh God -- that feels good. My father," she whimpered.

"I don't understand, your dad made you like this," Kevin said with surprise.

"Pull it again, pull my nipple again," she pleaded.

When he did she continued. "Oh -- yes, when I reached the age of consent my father trained me next to my mother. Once I became conditioned it was all I wanted, the only think that would make me -- O fuck that's good -- cum really hard," she confessed to him.

"Jesus, you let your parents fuck you and hurt you? Where are you from?" he said in astonishment.

"Slovakia, the age of consent is really young, so I've been like this for awhile," she said just as Martina reentered the room.

Kevin looked up and saw why she went upstairs. Strapped around her slender hips was a large rubber cock. It was almost as thick as his cock but appeared to be over a foot long. There was no way anyone could take that thing; no matter how much you loved pain.

"Shut up bitch and put your fingers back in your mouth where you had them," Martina said sternly.

She moved between Kats legs and stroked the pre-lubed dildo.

"I have an idea on what we can do Kevin. Come here so I can tell you," she told him as she whispered in her ear.

"You're not serious?" Kevin said.

"Try it, I think you'll find it very stimulating, trust me," she replied in a seductive voice.

Kevin moved around until he was straddling Kat's head. Then he watched as Martina pushed a few inches of the dildo into Kat's leaking pussy. The sudden filling of her body caused her to groan in pain around the thrusting fingers in her mouth.

"Pull your fingers out of your mouth slut. Now that Kevin is above your head, you know what to do with that fucking mouth of yours," she told her and pushed another inch inside her.

Instantly she placed her mouth against Kevin's ass and ran her tongue back and forth quickly. The new sensation was indescribable as Kevin shivered with a chill. Martina shoved another two inches in, which caused Kat to moan loudly against his asshole. Once Martina got her desired effect, she started fucking the younger woman forcefully.

"See Kevin I told you to trust me. We'll make you forget about all your troubles," she said as she shoved her mouth down around his cock.

The feeling of having his cock sucked and getting a rimjob at the same time was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. There was no way he was going to be able to control himself.

Martina continued fucking Kat as she took half his cock in. Each time she went down as far as she could, she would gag around the tip of his cock. The vibrations and the contraction of her throat surrounded the sensitive tip, pushing the young Seal closer to the edge of ecstasy. 

Suddenly he felt Kat's tongue push past the tight ring of his ass as Martina was able to take another inch of his thick cock and gagged violently. He couldn't help himself as he shot his first stream of scalding cum straight into her stomach. When Martina felt him start shooting, she pulled her lips back up to the tip and sucked hard as he filled her mouth with sweet, hot, semen.

"Oh my fucking God! Stop -- stop, it's too much!" Kevin screamed as he collapsed to the side of the two beautiful women.

When he landed on the soft rug he looked at the two sex addicts kissing wildly, sharing his cum between them. Katharine didn't last long as Martina pushed almost the whole rubber cock deep inside her battered pussy. Kevin could hear the muffled scream as Kat convulsed below the older woman.

As soon as everyone regained their composure they all stood up on wobbling legs. He placed his arms around Martina and kissed her deeply. Taking a chance he released her and performed the same, soft act with Katharine. When he released her he happened to glance at the clock. He had just enough time to clean up and get to the squads party.

"Oh shit, look at the time. Martina I hope you don't think badly of me but I have to get to a party for someone," Kevin said as he quickly grabbed his clothes.

"No, no, go on and get out of here. I have to get ready for work tonight."

"Well then I guess I'll see you tonight, that's where my squads having the party tonight," Kevin said as he buttoned his shirt.

"Katharine, it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope I get to see you again soon, maybe you'd like to head to work with Martina. My grandparents were from Slovakia and I would love to talk to you about the area," he told her.

"I'm not sure, we'll see," she replied shyly.

Martina unstrapped the dildo and put her robe on. She grabbed Kevin's arm and led him to the front door.

"I'm glad you stopped in, that was fun. So you say your squad is going to be there tonight. Now, is that the ones I met the other night or is this everyone?" she asked.

"That's it, the entire Alpha fire team," Kevin said with a smile.

He gave her a kiss and left for the barracks to take a shower. When he was safely outside, she closed the door and walked back to the living room. Kat was just buttoning up her blouse when Martina came up and backhanded her across the face hard. Katharine's head snapped to the side from the force of the impact and she stumbled backwards.

"What the fuck was that..." Kat screamed.

"You God damn amateur! How the fuck could you tell him you're from Slovakia? If you've screwed this up for my husband, I'm personally going to string you up and gut you like a fucking pig," Martina yelled at her.

"I'm sorry. I thought if we had something in common he'd try to get closer so we could get more information," Kat said as she rubbed her sore jaw.

Martina sat on the couch and picked up the phone.

"You stupid bitch, that's what I'm here for, to get close to them. Your job is to keep tabs on the teams, which you failed miserably at. What you are going to do, is try to find out why they weren't on that mission last night, but before you do that, get down here and eat my fucking cunt. You got to get your rocks off, now it's my turn," she said in a demanding tone.

Martina dialed the phone and waited for an answer as she grabbed Kat's head and forced it down.

"Hello?" a female voice answered.

"It's me. I need to speak with him immediately," Martina said.

"I'm sorry but he's still out of contact. When he comes back I'll give him the message right away," she said.

"Fine, tell him to contact me -- come on you fucking whore, eat me -- through the usual channels," Martina said and then hung up the phone.

**********

Peter Newman blinked his eyes as he regained consciousness. He found himself in some sort of cave with lights strung up along the damp walls. His flight suit was now bundled around his lap and his shirt was ripped apart. His arms were tied tightly to the arms of the wooden chair he was seated in, and a larger leather strap crossed his chest.

Pete looked around for the rest of the team but saw he was alone. The thing that attacked his fire team could not have tied him down so that means someone was controlling that animal. Suddenly a voice behind him broke the silence inside the eerie cave.

"Good, you are finally awake. I was beginning to think this would be an unproductive day my friend," a male voice said.

"Don't get your hopes up. It's still going to be an unproductive day," Pete replied.

The man walked out from behind the Navy Seal and stood just off to the side of Pete Newman. He was dressed in all black with a large patent leather belt around his waist. His slick black hair contrasted against the pale complexion of his face. The uniform did little to hide his muscular body as he crossed his arms and stared at him.

"Ah yes, you Navy Seals are trained well, are you not?" he asked.

"Who are you?" Pete asked his captor even though he already knew who he was.

"My name is not of any importance, but if you wish, you may call me Alex," he said.

"Fine, how about you let me go and I'll tell my friends not to come looking for you."

"Regrettably, that won't be possible just yet. Now that I've introduced myself, I believe it is customary to introduce yourself. What is your name?" Alex said.

"Fuck you," Pete told him.

"You see, that is why I love America so much. Your love for theatrics is quite entertaining," he laughed.

"Alright -- fuck you -- what can you tell me about one of your associates Kevin Dvorska?" Alex said as he stepped closer.

"Never heard of him, oh wait, isn't that the guy who plays first base for the New York Yankees?" Pete replied.

"Oh you are a funny one fuck you. You know, I have quite a sense of humor as well," he said as he walked behind Peter Newman.

After a few moments he returned with a roll of duct tape and two cables that were stripped bare about two inches. Ripping off a large piece of tape, he placed it over the wire and stuck it on one of Pete's nipples. After repeating the process to Pete's other nipple, he stepped back picked up a box with a dial on it.

"Now where we fuck you, ah yes, humor. Given my upbringing, I regrettably know very little American jokes, but this one never failed to make me smile," Alex said as he turned the dial slowly.

Peter Newman's body stiffened as the voltage raced through his body. He gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm as he concentrated on his training. When Alex turned the dial down, his body relaxed and he took a few deep breaths. Then he looked angrily at his captor.

"You see, it never fails," he said as he broke into a huge smile.

"Fuck you," Pete said.

"No, no, I already know your name friend. What I would like to know is simple, what do you know of Kevin Dvorska?"

"Fuck you," Pete said again.

"I think you may have been correct about this not being very productive if you and I can not even get past your name. Unfortunately -- fuck you -- my patience is not as good as my sense of humor," Alex told him as he turned the dial farther this time.

His body jerked wildly as the increased power took control of his body. He couldn't prevent his actions as his body betrayed him and Pete lost control of his bladder. Alex held the dial there longer this time as he watched the Navy Seal soil himself. After he stopped pissing he turned the power back off.

"Now then, can we please get past the names?" Alex said.

"Fuck you," he replied just before the dial was turned again.

"Yes, very unproductive indeed," Alex said as he watched the twitching Seal with a big smile.

**********

Adam Dawson walked into the bar with Bob Holiday. He saw the rest of Alpha Squad sitting at a corner table slamming beers quickly. When he got to the table he looked down at his team.

"Nice to see you shitheads could wait for us," Adam said as he grabbed Carl's beer and finished it.

"Damn Adam, we've been here for over an hour. What did you want us to do, get thirsty?" he said as he pulled a chair over.

Adam sat down between Carl Werner and Kevin, while Bob went over by V-man. It only took a few moments for Martina to notice them and walked over to take their order. She set her tray down on the table and brushed up against Kevin. She gave him a mischievous little smile and then turned her attention to the new arrival.

Adam looked into her eyes and knew that this must be the girl that Kevin had met. He couldn't help but move his eyes down her appealing body. When he raised his eyes back up to hers he noticed she never flinched while he studied her.

"Do I meet your approval?" Martina said.

"No offense, force of habit to study people," he replied as he kept his eyes locked with hers.

"None taken," she told him.

"You're very attractive. I'm surprised Kevin has the strength to go to work in the mornings," Adam said.

"Well it's not from the lack of trying. I'm Martina, Martina Duval," she said as she held her hand out.

"Adam Dawson, nice to meet you," he replied as he shook her hand.

They all ordered another round of drinks and she seductively walked away to get them. As she did, Martina could feel their eyes staring at her shapely ass. Men were so easy to manipulate. Most of the time they made decisions with the wrong head, these Seals would be no different.

"Man Kevin, you got a real handful there," Adam said to him.

"It's a good thing I've been trained to accept abuse," he told his team leader and then drank what was left of his beer.

They all chatted about different things while waiting for the beers to arrive. Adam kept busy by checking the room, who was in there, what they were doing. He wasn't lying when he said he studied people, it was a habit that kept him alive.

Martina soon arrived with the drinks and passed them out. Adam noticed she was not shy about flaunting her good looks around. She probably worked more for tips than an actual hourly wage, he was sure she made good money in that area alone. When she finished serving them she noticed everyone was watching her.

"So what's the special occasion boy's, someone's birthday or are you here to just pick up girls?" she asked.

Don Sharp the team's medic was going to speak up but Adam Dawson cut him off.

"Actually one of our squads rotated home and we're having a party in their honor. They left for the states a few days ago so we never really got to party with them so, here we are, having a little going away party," he told her.

"Oh what a shame I have to work, I always enjoy a good party. Especially when I'm surrounded by a group of good looking men," she told him seductively.

"I guess we should plan another one soon, whenever you're off that is," Adam said.

She smiled and walked away to help some of the other costumers. Once again everyone watched her ass. Then Kevin turned around to his team leader.

"Damn Adam you were laying it on pretty thick. You trying to hook up with my girl or what?" he asked.

"Sorry Kev, but she was flaunting her sexuality pretty hard, I couldn't help myself," Adam told him as he slapped him on the back.

"Yeah I know what you mean," he replied and drank his beer.

For the next few hours Alpha squad partied and talked about their friends. There was no use in morning anymore for the dead Seals. Now was time to celebrate their life and the accomplishments, even though secretly Adam was dying to get back out there and look for his friend Peter Newman.

Martina frequently visited the table, bringing them more drinks and taking the empties away. Adam noticed something strange as she went about her job. Some of the people that came in during the night looked well groomed and obviously had money to spend. 

Every time Martina waited on them though, it was hurried and it appeared there was no flirting. When she would wait on them, she took her time and tried to get in on the current conversation. There was also a large amount of flirting going on with the entire team.

Maybe he was wrong, maybe she didn't work for tips. It really didn't add up. Martina was currently at the end of the bar getting the teams next round. Adam looked over at Kevin and then back to Martina. Once again it didn't make sense to him.

"You know guys I think we could all use a shot. Since I'm such a nice boss, I'll even buy," Adam told them as he got up.

He walked up to where Martina was and stood close to her as she placed bottles on her tray. She looked over to see who it was and her face suddenly went into seductive mode.

"Oh you poor, poor man, did you miss me that much already?" she said softly.

"You know I did, so I thought I'd come over and ask you to put a round of shots on the order," he asked her.

"And what would the gentleman prefer?" she replied as she moved a little closer.

Adam placed his hand softly on her tight ass and then slowly moved it up to the lower portion of her back. They never took their eyes of each other and Martina made no sign of any disapproval. He wondered why he didn't get slapped in the face right there.

"The gentleman would prefer anything the lady has to offer," he said with no illusion as to what he meant.

"I think I have something back there that the gentleman would approve of," Martina said as she moved closer to him.

"You know what, I believe you do," Adam replied as he moved his hand back down to her ass and then walked away.

The Lieutenant went back to the table and sat down next to Kevin again. He made no mention of what had just occurred at the bar. Adam Dawson was not one to take another man's girl, and never would do anything against one of his team members. He did it to find out what kind of reaction she would have and he was right, something didn't add up.

Martina quickly arrived and placed everything on the table. This time she stood a little closer to Adam and at one point even brushed her ass up against him as she served the others.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 05



"Here's to Bravo guys, fair winds and following seas," Adam said, using the traditional Navy good-bye.

They all raised their shots and then slammed the empty glasses on the table. Bob Holiday ordered the next round and Martina went back to the bar. When she was gone, V-man stood up and excused himself.

"I don't know about you guys but my damn eyeballs are floating," he said.

"Now that you mention it V so are mine, I'll go with you so we're still using the buddy system," Kevin told him as he laughed.

The other seals agreed and Carl and Don joined them which left Adam Dawson and his team Chief alone at the table. Adam looked over to see if Martina was still busy and then turned to Bob with a serious face.

"Bob, first thing in the morning I want you to get an Intel guy to check out Miss Duval. Don't use the civilian spooks, make sure it's one of our guys," Adam told him.

"What's up Boss, you smelling something?" he said.

"Maybe, or it could be nothing, but something just doesn't add up about that one. Just make sure that you do it quietly, I don't want to draw any attention," he told him.

1000 hrs, Seal compound office spaces.

Adam Dawson sat behind his desk with his hands behind his head. He had a far off look in his eyes as he thought of his fellow Seal and friend, Peter Newman. He wondered if he was being kept alive for information or someone had just killed him somewhere else. He kept trying to piece together what Dvorska said about the area.

Nothing made sense as he dwelled on the scene. Animal prints all around and a few normal prints other than Bravo squads. It was inconceivable that an animal could take out an entire fire team, but how else could you explain the bodies. Adam had seen his fair share of dead bodies, but nothing even came close to the extent of the damage done to Bravo. 

Then there was the way his point man was acting. Feeling the prints, comparing them to his hand, and he sure as hell didn't know why he would sniff the air. Kevin Dvorska was physically afraid of something out there. No, that couldn't be it, even though he was green when it came to the teams, he was still a Navy Seal. The thoughts tumbled in Adam's head and only one answer came up repeatedly, nothing made sense.

His thoughts were interrupted when Neal Hawkins entered the office. The fact that his superior came in was of no real significance, but having the CIA spook Johansson with him was. They took a seat across from Adam but none of the men said anything. Adam stared at the spook with contempt and even though he didn't mean to, the look carried over to Hawkins.

"I can see you're still pissed Adam. You and I both know that pulling you back was the right call," Hawkins said.

"It was the right call Neal, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Since Johansson is with you I assume you have some Intel," Adam said as he leaned forward in his seat.

"We have very little so far Lieutenant. One thing that we do know is Radovan Valenta is still in Predjama. We weren't sure if he'd be scared off with all the commotion that went on," the CIA officer said.

"I thought you guys would be looking for Pete, or don't you consider a missing Seal high priority," Adam said sarcastically.

"You know as well as I do Dawson that when we sign up for this, we accept the risks that come with the job. You don't like them -- quit," Johansson snapped back.

"That's funny I don't remember you taking any risks from that cozy little office. Then again maybe you do have certain hazards, I hear paper cuts can be brutal," Adam told him.

Neal Hawkins quickly stood up and moved to the side of Adam's desk.

"Alright you two, knock it off! We're not going to sit here and bagger each other because when you're done we're going to be back here with the same problems!" Hawkins screamed at them.

"I didn't start it Neal, you're teammate did," Johansson said as he glared at Dawson.

"Shut the fuck up Johansson, you sound like you're ten. Now Adam the reason we're in here is I got something for you. I know I told you to stand down for awhile but I need you and Bob Holiday to go on a special op for us," Hawkins said as he sat back down.

"I don't get it Neal, just two of us?" Adam asked.

"We think that if we go after Valenta with just two, we stand a better chance at nailing him. Also why you're there, see if you can find some Intel on where Pete might be. If you and Bob find something secure the area and wait for the rest of your team. The first part of the op is important, we need Valenta. I'm giving you the second part of it because I want Pete back as badly as you do," Hawkins explained.

"Two things, how are we going in," he asked.

"You and Bob will rent a car out of town and pose as an American researcher and his camera guy. You're contact is the CIA operative in town. She's undercover as the curator for Predjama castle. You two are doing a documentary of ancient castles in Europe. Johansson has all your papers and identification," he told him.

"Ok that sounds feasible, but since it's my op, my team, I want Dvorska with me," Adam told the two men.

"Are you nuts Dawson, that kid is green and we can't fuck around here. This op is pretty God damn important," Johansson said.

"Thanks for your input on my organizational skills Johansson. Neal, I'm telling you this kid is special. I don't know if it's some sort of gift or what but this kid is amazing, and if I get a chance to look for Pete I want Dvorska with me," Adam told them.

"Your team -- your call, I'll have the guys change the papers. I want you two heading out around 0400 hrs tomorrow morning. You'll be able to get there and join in on one of the daily tours. She'll put you up in the castle to make your story creditable," Hawkins said.

"Fine, I'll get the guys together and go over the op and equipment," Adam told them.

Once again, sorry for a short chapter. If you have made it this far, don't worry I am working the story around to come full circle. I hope you enjoyed this one and please don't forget to vote and let me know what you think. I can only get better. 



They Walk Among Us Ch. 06



Kevin stared at the woman that lay next to him. He had been in the Navy for a few years now and had met a few women that he really liked. As he ran his hand against her soft silken skin, he thought of the talk that he had with his father when he decided to join the Navy.

Could he be as lucky as he was and find someone to love him for who he is? Could she love the man and the monster that dwelled inside? He knew he could control the wolf and its abilities, but could she live with the idea of being married to a shape shifter, a freak of nature.

All of these thoughts ran through Kevin's head as he looked upon Martina's sleeping body. The sex during the night, and at the end, the love they shared, was beyond imagination. Kevin wondered if she had ever been to the states, he would love to introduce her to his mother and father. Kevin felt the love swelling in his heart and he leaned down and softly kissed her shoulder.

"Mmmmm if you wake me up that way all the time, I'm going to have to let you move in here. I know it has to be better than that old nasty barracks you stay at," Martina said as she rolled over on her back.

"I never would have guessed that you'd be even more beautiful waking up, than you are at night. You seem to have a soft glow that just envelops you," Kevin told her as he kissed her forehead.

"Oh my, I have a little charmer on my hands. You know Kevin, it's pretty easy to have this -- glow -- as you call it, I must have cum ten times last night," she said.

"Well I aim to please, and it's very easy to please someone that you're..." he started to say.

"Let's just say that I'm fond of you," Kevin finished.

"There's something I want to know Kevin, have you ever made love in the shower to a woman that will do absolutely anything you tell her to?" she asked.

"Um -- no, but I have a feeling that I'll be able to answer that with a yes later this afternoon," Kevin replied as he stroked the side of her tender breast.

"I'm going to start a pot of coffee, why don't you get the shower going and I'll be right back," she told him as she slipped out from under the covers.

Kevin watched as she walked out of her bedroom. His heart was beating fast and he had trouble breathing. He wondered if this could be what everyone else called love?

'Enough day dreaming Dvorska, get the shower going and get a move on,' Kevin thought.

As Kevin was starting the shower, Martina was getting the coffee on. She had a huge smile on her face as she poured the water in. For most women when they wake up after being fucked silly, they would be smiling, however she was smiling due to Kevin's feeling. Her plan was working to perfection, and within a few weeks he'd tell her every move his team did.

'Men are so fucking easy to control. Throw them some snatch and find what they like in sex and they'll sell their mothers to a pimp for more,' she thought to herself.

When she finished, Martina went back upstairs to join Kevin. As she entered the bedroom she heard the shower going and stopped at the closed door. She was an experienced operator and knew exactly what to do, as she knocked on the door.

"Excuse me Sir, housekeeping. Would you care for some fresh towels?" she asked.

"Sure, the big fluffy ones are the best. If you have one, a little pillow mint would be a nice touch," Kevin replied with a laugh.

Martina opened the door and walked into the now steamy room. She slowly pulled the shower curtain back and peered in. Kevin's taut muscular body was covered in white foamy soap and his back was towards her.

If she wasn't trying to set him up to be killed, she would have made sure his hard cock was always available and always hard.

She stepped in and moved behind him, running her hands over the firm meat of his ass. As she pressed her breasts against his back, she moved her right hand around and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Slowly and seductively, she began to jack his cock which caused him to moan softly.

"Now that's what I call room service. I'll have to talk to my secretary and have her book this hotel from now on," Kevin said.

"Next time you're in town Sir, bring her with you. I'm sure I can make her stay just as enjoyable," Martina whispered as she planted soft kisses across his broad shoulder.

Kevin turned around and placed his hands on the sides of her face. She tilted her head up and accepted the soft kiss as she felt his tongue slide between her lips.

While one hand was jacking his hard cock the other was slowly massaging his heavy balls. He moaned into her open mouth when she ran her thumb quickly across the sensitive head.

"Jesus Martina, you're the most erotic woman I've ever heard of. Veteran porn stars aren't this hot," Kevin said after breaking the sensuous kiss.

"There's something you should be aware of Kevin. You've only had a taste of what I'm capable of. You could be with me through you're whole deployment and still not experience every sexual thing I've done. That includes the normal vanilla sex and the sex acts that some people would find outrageous and perverted," she told him and then sucked his nipple into her mouth.

"What's some of the more outrageous things you've done?" he asked in a low voice.

"You're not going to get those stories unless you tell me some too. I'll answer that one but you have to tell me things in return, it's only fair," Martina told him as she continued jacking him.

"Oh God you have magic hands. What's your first question?" he said.

"What happened when you went out the other night and came back needing a pick me up?"

"Martina, you know I can't talk about the missions. It just isn't done," he moaned.

"My father is in the intelligence field, when he's home he trusts me with some of it. If he has a problem with something, I can sometimes help him think it through. I can do the same for you with whatever happened," Martina said.

"Ok you make a valid point. We lost one of the fire teams and one of them is missing. We all want to get him back but we were told to stand down. That's all I can really say," Kevin said and then kissed her hard.

After a few moments Martina broke the kiss and hugged him closely as if she was consoling him after a funeral. She did this so he wouldn't see her smiling at the fact she just broke him. It only took a few days of fucking him silly. Now that he trusted her, her assignment just got a lot easier.

"I'm so very sorry for the loss of your friends Kevin, I really am. I have feelings for you and I don't want to see you get hurt, I wouldn't know what to do," she told him as sincerely as she could.

"Don't worry about me. Let's just say I have some special talents that get me through the toughest of missions. Now it's your turn to tell me something. What's some of the nasty things you've done in the past?" Kevin asked trying to change the subject. 

"Fair enough, but I warn you, don't judge me or think badly of me. Who knows, with the feelings I have for you, you may get to try some of these things yourself if you ask me," Martina told him.

"Trust me when I say, there are a lot of things about me that people would judge me for, and in some cases fear me. You don't have to worry about me judging you," he replied as he kissed her softly.

"I used to have a boyfriend and we got into some very crazy things. I got off on all sorts of stuff, like kneeling down in the bathtub and letting him use me as a toilet," Martina told him as she looked at his face for a reaction.

"Ok -- I guess I'm a little out of the loop on some stuff. What do you mean, use you as a toilet?" he asked, a little confused.

"I got my cunt off by letting him piss on my body, and I even let him do it once right in my mouth and face," Martina said and then dropped to her knees and looked up at him.

"Holy shit, are you putting me on Martina?" Kevin asked in astonishment.

"Not so fast handsome, you don't get to keep asking questions without answering some yourself," she told him and then sank her lips down his hard cock.

"Oh damn that feels good. What's your next question?" Kevin breathed.

"You said one of your teammates was missing. Was it anyone that I met through you?" she asked and then took his cock back in her mouth.

"You didn't meet him, but I can only tell you that his name is Pete," Kevin answered as he placed his hands on her bobbing head.

"Well I hope you find -- Pete. Now it's your turn to ask another one," Martina told him as she jacked his dripping cock just above her face.

"Have you ever been with more than one guy at a time?" he asked.

"You know I'm willing to answer anything you want and tell you about myself. Your questions are pretty vanilla, but alright, yes. When I first got into town I found that club I took you and Dan to. It made me so fucking hot watching everyone."

"I got up on stage and started rubbing my pussy. After a while men would come up and shoot off on my body and face, and then the other women would come up and lick it off. I ended up being gang banged by thirty men for over two hours," Martina told him. 

Kevin looked down at her in shock. How could she walk after being fucked, probably in every hole, for over two hours? He really hoped her next question wouldn't be about his job, he was starting to feel uncomfortable about the information he's already disclosed.

"My turn to ask one, my young fucking stud with a big fat cock. You still haven't come out and specifically told me what really gets your cock hard. What would really set your rocks of Kevin? I don't care what it is, I won't judge you -- you can trust me -- sweetheart."

"There is something that I have thought about ever since Kat was here," Kevin said a little sheepishly.

Martina stood up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck.

"Oh goody now we're getting somewhere. What was it, having two women at one time? Maybe it was sharing your hot fucking cum as we kissed each other," she said with a gleam in her eyes.

"Not really, it was -- well -- it made me pretty hot when I called her -- um -- a bitch," he told her by avoided her eyes.

Martina beamed with pride, her husband would be proud of her on how fast it was to gain the trust of one of the worlds most elite fighting men. Now that she had her way in, there would be no secret safe from her. That is as long as he was alive, which hopefully wouldn't be too much longer.

"Is that what you want to do to me? You can tell me my young lover; do you want to call me nasty names? Don't look away Kevin, look into my eyes so I can see you as you answer me," Martina said as the seductive tone dripped off her tongue.

"I think I'd enjoy that very much. I don't like to be mean but it would fun to maybe just pretend to be mean, but I don't want to say something that will hurt your feelings," he told her.

"Kevin, that's what's nice about role playing. You get to act the part without really being like that. I find it erotic being a submissive sometimes, and sometimes I like to take a more dominant role like I did with Kat," Martina said to him as he started to loosen up a little.

"I just didn't want to sound like I was a pervert or something. I really, really like you and didn't want you to think badly of me," Kevin said as his cock dripped pre-cum onto the floor of the shower.

"You're not a pervert Kevin, and as a matter of fact, I want you to call me all the names you can think of. The catch is, I want you to do it while you shove that fat cock of yours up my ass finally. I've been thinking about that for sometime now," Martina replied as she reached for a bottle of baby oil on the shelf.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you Martina," he said a little worried.

"Just go slow at first until I get used to it. After that you can let yourself go and fuck my ass as hard as you want, and call me any name you want. The nastier the name is, the harder I'll cum, and I really want to cum so hard that my legs are weak," she replied as she applied the baby oil to his cock.

"Ok, if you're sure, you -- bitch," Kevin told her, still a little hesitant.

"You have a lot to learn about talking dirty, my young apprentice," she said with a laugh.

Martina faced the back of the shower and grabbed onto the little bar that held the face cloths. Given the size of his cock she was going to need some support. She teased Kevin by doing a slow grinding motion with her hips as she looked back over her shoulder with smoldering eyes.

"Ready when you are Kevin," she whispered.

"A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting, so here it comes," he told her as he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing her tight back door.

"I'm not a lady right now, I'm your fucking whore, and your whore needs her ass torn apart by that unholy cock you have," she told him.

"I think I have the hang of it now. Why don't you shut that fucking mouth of yours, the only thing it's good for is sucking cock and pussy and drinking hot piss," Kevin told her sternly.

"Why don't you make me -- you fucking weakling," she said, egging him on.

"You're going to regret that -- cunt," he growled back.

"Fuck off. I didn't know they let little boys into the Seal teams. Why don't you go and find a school girl who thinks that's a big cock -- peewee," Martina continued.

With one hand on his cock and the other pulling her left check to the side, he pushed the first inch of his cock passed the ring of her asshole. Kevin could tell that it took an effect on her as her knuckles turned white on the bar and she lowered her head.

"Slowly Kevin, when you fuck someone in the ass, you have to go slow at first. Let me get used to it, then you go full speed," she said in obvious discomfort.

Kevin pulled about half an inch out and then grabbed the baby oil. After squirting a large amount on the exposed skin he pushed forward making sure he pushed more meat into her rectum.

"You're a quick learner Kevin, keep it up lover," Martina told him.

Kevin repeated the procedure of oiling his cock and pushing further into her body. He couldn't believe the amount of pressure that was surrounding just the first couple of inches. He wondered who was going to have more pain. Martina, who was breathing heavily, or him because of the vise like grip of her asshole.

It took a long time and a lot of baby oil to push the length of his cock deep within her bowels, but finally his balls rested upon her skin as he began to pull out an inch and then slowly push it back through the tight ring.

"How does it feel Martina, am I hurting you too much?" he asked.

"It feels like I have a baseball bat stuffed up my ass. Give me a moment to calm down baby, then you can take it," she whimpered.

"We can stop when ever you want to Martina. I don't want to hurt you -- I..." Kevin started to say.

"Pull it half way out and then slam it back in. Let's see if I'm ready," she told him.

Kevin pulled half of his thick cock out and thought of her discomfort. He grabbed the baby oil and emptied it on his sensitive flesh. He grabbed her shapely hips and forced himself inside her quivering body.

"Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking God damn shit!" Martina screamed out.

"I should stop -- fuck that's tight -- I'm hurting you," Kevin said in a pleading kind of tone.

"Don't you dare stop Kevin, keep going, do it again!" she yelled at him as she moved one hand down between her spread legs.

"Hang on -- slut -- here it comes," Kevin told her in a commanding voice.

Kevin quickly slammed the entire length of his cock deeply into her ass. He heard Martina catch her breath as he repeated the act one more time.

"Oh -- fuck yes -- again God damn it -- again!" she screamed out.

Kevin did just what she asked; he fucked her back door with a vengeance. Martina had one hand on the rack and he could tell it might break free from the force of the sex act. Kevin decided to take a chance with the woman he was growing very fond of.

He placed one arm around her stomach and effortlessly lifted her off the shower floor. With his other, he held the center of her back and picked up his pace.

"Oh my God -- yeeeeesss, take it, make me yours forever," Martina cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"That's right, you're mine slut and I'll fuck you like I want!" he screamed back.

"Yeah, that it's stud, claim your property. Own me you motherfucker!"

"I'm going..." Kevin screamed out as he pushed in and then pulled out.

"To..." Kevin pushed in again.

"Fucking..." he screamed one more time as he shoved in as hard as he could.

"Cuuuuuummmm," he yelled as he shot rope after rope of hot scalding cream deep into her intestines.

Martina's legs started to shake as she felt the creamy juice start to fill her anal passage. It was a good thing that he had her off the floor or she would have collapsed instantly as her own climax overwhelmed her bodily functions. 

It was a strange sensation when, for the first time in her life, she actually started squirting all over her hand. The fact that she was doing something she had never done before was over shadowed when she lost control of her bladder and began pissing out a stream of golden fluid onto the shower floor.

"Holy -- fucking -- God -- daaaaammmmnnn!" she screamed out for the entire world to hear as she ripped the towel rack off the back wall of the shower.

It was a good thing that Kevin's reflexes were as fast as they were. He quickly wrapped his powerful arms around her and held her close as she twitched in his arms. He didn't know if she was alright or not, she seemed to be holding her breath and she wouldn't stop convulsing.

'Oh my God I've killed her!" he thought

"Calm down Martina, stay with me baby," he told her in a soft voice.

"I'm -- oh my -- I'm here -- darling," she said in a voice that only a person like Kevin could hear.

As he lifted her up, his cock dislodged from her ass and she groaned out in relief. Kevin quickly turned her in his arms so he could see her face, what he found astounded him. Her eyes were glazed over and the skin around her neck was bright red from cumming, or screaming. His last opinion was closer to the mark as he thought that the color came from not one, but both of them.

"I -- I -- don't know -- what -- happen..." she tried to say.

"It's ok Martina, I've got you, I've got you," he said as he held her close to his body.

"I've never -- that's never..." she told him in a ragged voice.

"There's one thing I want to tell you and -- please -- accept it for what it is," Kevin said as he placed her unstable body down on the floor of the shower.

"Anything -- just don't -- let me go -- just yet," she whispered.

"This will be the first time I've ever said this -- to any woman. I love you," he told her as he stroked the side of her face.

Martina had her face against his powerfully built chest and had a thought, just one supreme thought. 'Game -- set -- match. He's mine now.'

"I -- I think -- I love -- I think I love you too," she whispered and then kissed him deeply.

They would have continued to kiss each other if it wasn't for one thing. Kevin's pager was beeping and vibrating all over the table just outside the door.

"Kevin, there are two things I hate in this world. One of them is weak men, the other is that God damn pager of yours," she said in an annoyed tone.

"This is the life you get when you date a United States Navy Seal," he said as he stepped out of the shower.

Kevin grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist as Martina stepped out of the shower on shaky legs.

"You ok Martina?" Kevin asked

"Yeah, I'll live but it's going to a while for my ass to close shut again. Just so you know, that was a first for me. I've never been held in the air, while I was being fucked," she admitted while she dried her trembling body.





They Walk Among Us Ch. 06



Kevin walked into the bedroom and picked up the pager. The number displayed was the duty office and thankfully not a recall code. He picked up the phone and found it was dead. He tapped the button on the cradle with no luck on bringing the phone to life.

"Hey Martina, this phones dead, is it ok if I check the one down stairs?" Kevin asked.

"Sure handsome, you can check out anything you want in this house. That includes the hot French woman in the upstairs bathroom," Martina said as she stuck her head out of the bathroom.

"Depending on what the duty office wants, I might just take you up on that. Us young guys have strong recuperative powers when it comes to sex with hot French -- whores," Kevin told her.

"Well done, my young apprentice is learning at an accelerated rate," she said and went back inside.

Kevin went down stairs and entered the living room. He found it exciting walking around in Martina's place wearing nothing but a towel. He picked up the phone next to the couch and heard the dial tone, but just before he started to dial the number, there was a knock on the door. He hung up the phone and walked over to the door.

When he peered through the peephole he saw some type of repairman holding a clipboard. He made sure the security chain was in place and opened the door.

"Hi, can I help you?" Kevin said politely.

"Hi, sorry to disturb you Sir, we're going around and letting everyone know that the phone lines are back up and we're sorry for any inconvenience it might have caused. Would you mind if I come in and check that it works?"

"That won't be necessary, I was just going to make a phone call and I got a dial tone," Kevin told him.

"That's great. Thanks for your time and sorry to disturb you," the repairman said and turned to leave.

Kevin shut the door and went back to the phone. He dialed the number and in a moment the duty office picked up.

"Combined Joint Special Operations Duty Office, Petty Officer Franklin speaking, how can I help you?" a young woman's voice answered.

"Hi, this Petty Officer Dvorska, I'm returning the page I just got," he told her.

"Thank you Petty Officer Dvorska, Lieutenant Dawson is expecting your call. If you hold, I'll put you through," she replied.

"Thanks, I'll wait," Kevin said as he pulled the towel off and rubbed his wet hair. It took a few moments but soon he heard his team leader's voice.

"Lieutenant Dawson," Adam answered.

"Adam, this is Dvorska, you needed to talk to me?" Kevin said.

"Yeah Kev, I know we've been told to stand down but we have something brewing. We'll be gone for a couple of days. Go ahead and report and I'll fill everyone in, the others should be here within the hour. By the way, where are you right now?" Adam asked.

"Um -- over at Martina's. I didn't think it would hurt, you said we were on stand down boss," Kevin told him, hoping he wasn't in trouble.

"I'm not pissed at you Kev. You just make sure you still have enough energy for your real job, and for God's sake don't get her pregnant," Adam said.

"Don't worry -- Dad. Getting a girl pregnant would not be a real smart move on my part, trust me," Kevin told him.

"She seems like a nice lady Kev, why don't you tell her I'm taking the team up to Germany for a little R and R. Let her know we'll be back in a few days, that way she won't dump you for leaving all the time. I wouldn't want her to miss you too much," Adam told his point man.

"Me neither boss, she'd fuck me to death if she did," he joked.

Kevin hung up the phone and went back upstairs to get dressed. Martina was slipping a light sundress over her head as he entered the room. If he didn't have to go to work, he would have gladly went back to bed with her and stay there all day.

"Sorry Martina, L-tee is taking us all to Germany for a few day of relaxation. When the boss says jump, you start jumping. I guess you're just going to have to do it alone for a few days till I get back," he told her.

"Yeah right, you're going to go there and find someone who's a bigger slut than I am and I'll never see you again," Martina said with a little pout.

"I don't think so, and besides it's just going to be us guys getting drunk and trying to get over what happened," he lied as he tossed the towel over the brass rail at the foot of the bed.

Kevin reached for his pants but before he could put them on, Martina dropped to her knees in front of him and took his limp cock in her mouth.

"Martina, I really don't have time for this. Trust me when I tell you I really wish I could," Kevin moaned out loud.

"Oh come on Kevin, just one more to keep me satisfied till you get back," she pouted.

Martina took his now hard cock back into her mouth deeply. She knew Kevin liked it when she gagged as his cock slipped into her throat. She repeated the process as Kevin looked down at the beautiful black haired woman. She looked like a high paid whore with her lips obscenely stretched open because of his girth.

He was torn between his sense of duty and this woman's magical mouth. He was a Navy Seal and his selection was easy, for him anyway. Kevin reached down and pulled Martina up to her feet. He could tell she was displeased with his choice.

"Damn it Kevin, it's impolite to stop a woman from sucking cock when she is literally begging for her man to fill it with cum. Let me make it mind blowing for you so you'll remember me while you're gone. If you won't shoot a load down my throat, I'll let you use my mouth as a toilet," Martina pleaded with him as she jacked his cock.

"I don't know if I can get into watersports just yet, perhaps when I get back we can experiment with different things. It made me feel pretty special when you called me your man just then," Kevin told her, and then kissed her deeply.

Martina returned the kiss with passion but never let go of Kevin's cock. If he stayed there much longer he was never going to leave, so he broke the kiss and pushed her back softly.

"Ok you win," Kevin said.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me hanging," Martina said as she jumped on the bed in a classic doggie style position.

Kevin had other ideas when she was turned away from him. He quickly reached down and put his underwear and pants on. He got caught when Martina noticed too much time had passed and he still wasn't on the bed with her.

"Oh you asshole, you tricked me to let go of your cock so you could get dressed," Martina complained as she rolled over on the bed.

"Sorry lover -- man I liked saying that -- I knew it was the only way. I'll be back before you know it," he said and leaned down and kissed her quickly.

Kevin grabbed his shirt and slipped it on as he left the bedroom. Once he was outside of the house, he saw the base taxi coming around the corner. If he hurried he could hitch a ride and save himself the walk to the compound.

He flagged it down and the taxi pulled up next to him. As the van pulled away, he looked over at Martina's house and thought of her lying on the bed pouting about getting tricked.

"Oh damn, I was so busy trying to get out of there that I forgot to tell her about the phone guy. Oh well, they work now so it's not important," he said quietly.

1400 hrs Special Operations Task Force briefing room.

Adam Dawson looked at his assembled fire team. He had taken part in a few covert operations that dealt with undercover work but this would be the first time he had to do it with just one other person. He started to second-guess his decision on taking Kevin with him. He was still very green and he got spooked when they found Bravo torn to pieces.

"Alright guys, this is the game plan. Myself and one other drive to Predjama castle posing as a National Geographic researcher and his trusted cameraman. We are to try and capture Valenta again but with a more subtle touch. As an added bonus Hawkins is giving us a chance to look around for any clues as to what happened to Pete Newman," Adam told his team.

"Well if you're looking for volunteers, I'll go L-tee. I can be good slave, yessa I sure can mas'er," Carl said in a totally unbelievable southern slave accent.

"Sorry Werner, we have to be discrete on this one and since you're black, you'd stand out like a whore in church. Besides to go along with that idea you'd have to have fresh whip marks on your back -- not that the idea hasn't crossed my mind though," Dawson said with a smile.

"Ha, ha, very funny mas'er," Carl shot back.

When the team finally settled down from laughing at Carl after being bitch slapped by the L-tee, Adam looked straight at his team Chief, Bob Holiday.

They want me to take you Bob. What's your thoughts on it?" Dawson asked.

"Well if it was my team and my call, I'd take Dvorska. He's more than capable of pulling off the snatch with you and if I was going to look for Pete -- you're damn skippy I'd have him with me. That is if it was my team and my call Adam.

"That's pretty much what I told them too, thanks Bob," he replied and then looked at his point man.

"What do you say Kev, feel like taking a road trip?" Dawson asked him.

"Yes Sir, I feel..." but stopped short as he remembered their first encounter in his office.

"Since you ripped my ass about how I -- feel -- last time, I'll just say sure Adam sounds fun," Kevin replied as the whole team broke up laughing again.

"Ok it's settled, Kevin and I are undercover, Bob you take the rest of the team in when we call for a pick up. If you need extra help pull them out of Miller's squad. We head out at 0400 with a car rented off base. Bob, see to it that we have the special luggage and Kevin you check on the papers and the cameras, make sure you know how to work them really well," he told them.

Fire team Alpha stood up and filed out of the room to gather the required gear. Adam pulled Bob Holiday away from the others and when they were safely out of the room, he locked the door behind them.

"You got anything on what we discussed last night?" Dawson asked him.

"Nothing much yet, I have someone doing the background on her and the phone is done. It was pretty funny Adam. When our guy went to do the sound check, Dvorska answered the door and wouldn't let him in. The damn kid did it for us when he called you," Bob told him.

"I sort of figured he'd be there, I hope Martina left him enough strength to do the op. Between you and me I bet that girl is a real tiger in the sack," Adam said.

"Hell if she checks out clean, I might just have to try to steal her away from the rookie and show her what a real man can do," he told his team leader.

"Oh you mean like me," Dawson said.

"Whatever -- just do me a favor and bring Pete home," Bob replied and then left to join the others.

Kevin Dvorska was in the map room gathering everything he could on the town and the surrounding area. He had a large stack of maps and photos on the table so he slung the cameras over his shoulder and placed all the travel documents and identification on top. Once he had his load cradled in his arms he opened the door and walked out.

He had a few hours to study and memorize most of the Intel on the area. It wouldn't be wise to take a lot maps with him so he had to commit them to memory and then get some sleep for the drive in. This was currently on his mind as he rounded a corner in the hallway.

Suddenly there was a startled scream as he collided with someone and dropped most of his stack of papers. When he looked down, he saw Kat lying on the gleaming tiled hallway with his papers mixed in with her cleaning equipment.

"Kat, I'm sorry I didn't see you. Are you ok; you're not hurt are you?" Kevin asked with concern.

"Oh hi -- um -- Kevin right? I'm fine, it happens from time to time around here," she replied as she started separating his Intel from her cleaning equipment.

When Kevin saw that she could see his maps and satellite photos, he quickly began scooping up all the papers so she couldn't get a long look at them. But then again, she was just a cleaning lady and probably wouldn't know what the hell she was looking at anyway.

"I really am sorry about running into you like that. I should be more careful when I'm walking around here. Maybe I can buy you a drink sometime to make up for it," Kevin said trying to draw her attention to him.

"Sure, that's sounds nice. I really like the enlisted club on base. You could buy me a beer there tonight if you want," she said as she stood up and placed her spray bottles back in her cart.

"Um -- maybe not tonight, my L-tee is taking us all up to Germany for a little rest and relaxation. When we get back it's a deal," he said as he held the large stack of documents closely.

"Ok I'll take a rain check, but you owe me two for having to wait," she told him.

When he looked closely enough he saw she had a small mark on her right cheek. At first he thought he actually hurt her, but it didn't look like a fresh injury.

"What happened to your cheek? Did I do that, oh man, I really feel bad now," he said apologetically.

"Like I said earlier, it happens sometimes around here Kevin. I'll be fine, but you still owe me a few beers later," she told him as she pushed her cart around the corner and disappeared.

Kevin continued on down the hall to the briefing room where he would have some room to spread everything out. It was going to be a long afternoon but he had to make sure he was prepared to go in the morning. He was pretty proud of himself that Adam Dawson put so much faith in his abilities.

Then a cold chill ran down his spine as he remembered what had taken Bravo squad out. If there was a chance to look for the missing Seal, more than likely he would go up against someone very dangerous. Someone who was comfortable changing into one of the most perfect killing instruments since the age of the dinosaur.

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Kat sat alone in the housekeeping office as she contemplated on weather or not to call Martina. She didn't believe the story of going to Germany, not with the amount of maps and satellite photos he was carrying. She noticed one of the photos had a tag on it that read Predjama castle and some photos of a man she didn't recognize.

Kat knew she had to let Martina know, but after being reprimand for trying to help, she didn't know if she could keep this up anymore. No matter what she did, it was never good enough for her and she didn't understand why Martina was so interested in this Seal team. She finally decided to give her the information, because she really didn't want backhanded again.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number. After letting it ring for two full minutes, she hung the phone up and sighed. Just then her supervisor came in and looked sternly at her.

"Shouldn't you be taking care of the floors in the east wing?" she asked.

"Yes Sir, I was just taking a break and getting something to drink," Kat told her.

She quickly got up and grabbed her cart. It really would not be a good idea to get fired. Martina would really be pissed off then, and a backhand would be the least of her problems. Kat could try again in a few hours or after she got off work.

0330 rear parking lot of the Seal compound.

Kevin had just finished putting the last of his luggage in the trunk of the Fiat sedan when Bob Holiday and Adam Dawson walked out with the rest of the gear. Adam had a duffle bag of clothes and Bob was carrying two large black suitcases.

The Lieutenant threw his back in and grabbed one of the heavy suitcases from his team Chief.

"Come here Kev, I want to go over this gear with you before we head out," Adam said.

When Dawson opened the suitcases Kevin saw pictures of castles all over Europe. There were also numerous folders stuffed with papers, and he assumed they were notes about the castles they supposedly visited.

"I put all this stuff together yesterday afternoon, just in case. What you need to be aware of is what's underneath," he said.

Dawson pushed the hidden catch on the handle and lifted the lid on the false bottom. Kevin saw two disassembled silenced MP5 sub machine guns and twenty extra magazines neatly secured in their respective cutouts. Kevin had seen a lot of the equipment that Seals normally had at their disposal, but this was the first time he'd seen something like this.

"Let me guess L-tee, you didn't pick this up at Sears did you?" Kevin joked.

"We don't usually carry this type of luggage; we got this stuff on loan from Johansson. The other one has a M14 with the starlight scope. If we get stopped for any reason then the cops will just see the research stuff," he told Kevin. 

"What about our backups?" Kevin asked.

"There's a 9mm Sig Sauer under each of our seats," he told him as he closed the suitcase and loaded it into the trunk with the other one.

Bob came around put his hand on Kevin's shoulder.

Listen up Kev. Ever since I saw you in the woods back at home, you've impressed the hell out of me. I've been with the teams almost twenty years now and believe me when I tell you this. I've never seen anyone one with your abilities -- ever," Bob said.

"Thanks Bob, that means a lot coming from someone with your experience. I'll try not to fuck up and let you down," Kevin said as he shook his hand.

"Trust me Kev, you fuck up and Bob will be the least of your worries. Here's the key, you're driving," Dawson told him.

"Hey why do I have to drive L-tee?" he asked.

"Because you're the point man stupid, you're job in life is to get the team to any given point. Since I'm the team on this one, you get me to the stupid castle," Adam said with a smile.

"Oh I thought it was because you outrank me -- Sir," Kevin replied.

"Yeah that to, now let's get a move on. When I give you a call Bob, don't stop to smell the roses on your way in," Adam said and then climbed in the sedan with Kevin.

Bob Holiday watched as the two Navy Seals pulled out of the parking lot and started the drive to Predjama castle. It wasn't normal for just two operators to go out on a mission with their backup hours away. He thought about the young Seal who was driving the car. If he could use that unique gift of his and keep his cool, it shouldn't be too long before he got a call to pick up his two friends.

Bob turned to go back inside the compound and get some sleep. He would stay there around the clock until this mission was complete and everyone was safely home. When the door shut closed the other person who was watching the car drive away emerged from the shadows. Kat knew she was correct about the Germany trip but she hadn't been able to get in contact with Martina. She turned around and went back into the shadows. She needed to keep trying to reach Martina.

Meanwhile across town, Martina stepped through the curtain that led to the dimly lit stage and couches. She noticed the elderly couple was once again seated in the front and watching two young males in a sixty-nine position. It appeared that the wife was enjoying it more than her husband was as she pushed a small vibrator against her clit.

Martina felt sorry for him a little bit. Most of the shows that happened on stage were always hot and everyone enjoyed them so she went over to sit next to him.

"How's it going tonight? You look like you could use some excitement," she said.

"Sure, how about a blowjob?" he asked.

"I've been here before and I know what you like. Why don't you try it again," Martina told him seductively.

"Oh, in that case, sure I could use some excitement. Take your top off so I can see those tits of yours, and then get Daddy's cock in your mouth and suck me off you little bitch," he ordered her.

While Martina was busy taking care of the request, she had no idea that at that very moment her phone was ringing off the hook back at her house. When she finally took the old man's cock in her mouth she wondered if Kevin was busy in Germany getting the same wonderful blowjob from someone else. She'd have to ask him when the team returned to Aviano.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 06



0510 hrs 5 kilometers from the border of Slovenia.

Adam Dawson kept checking the map against the distance signs along the side of the road. If they were correct they should make the castle within the hour. According to his briefing from Johansson the tours would start at 7, so they had plenty of time to talk with this operative before she had to go to work.

"Looks like you're doing pretty good Kev. We're right on time so we can meet up with the CIA chick before she starts her tours," Adam told him.

"Thanks Boss. Are you sure you don't want to sit in the back? I can put a little hat on, open your door for you," Kevin joked.

"If I wanted that, I would have brought Carl with me. I brought you because of your uncanny senses. By the way -- humor isn't one of them," Adam shot back.

The two Seals came upon a straight stretch of road -- finally. Most of the time it was, get up to speed and then slow down for another curve. Kevin looked down the road, and even though it was still dark out, he could make out a small building up ahead. Those uncanny senses that his team leader prided him on just kicked up into high gear.

"We've got trouble up ahead Adam," Kevin said, and then sat up in his seat a little straighter.

"I can't make it out from here, but if the map is right it's the border of Slovenia. Johansson didn't say anything about security check points this far North," Adam complained.

"Ok so what's the game plan here Boss? We take them out and everybody and their brother will be looking for us," Kevin asked.

"We don't do jack shit if we can help it. We're just a documentary team -- that's all. We really can't pull the Sig's out if it turns bad. How's your hand to hand training?" Dawson said.

"Let's put it this way -- better than yours," Kevin told him.

The Fiat sedan slowed down and came to a stop just in front of the long red striped pole that blocked the road. A uniformed man walked up and tapped on the window. He wasn't smiling and it appeared he was military and not a regular cop.

When Kevin rolled down the window, he said something that they couldn't understand. When he said it again Kevin handed him his travel papers and his passport. The soldier looked at Adam and repeated his request, which Adam instantly complied.

He looked over both sets of papers and then looked in at Adam who was older and more than likely the one to do the talking.

"You two are American? You are a long way from home are you not," he said.

"Good morning Sir. We are a long way from home, and this is our last stop before we get to head back to the states. We're with National Geographic. We're doing a documentary on ancient castles of Europe. We were just on our way from Rome and going to someplace called Predjama," Adam said with a smile.

The soldier did not return his smile as he stared at Kevin and then back to Adam. After a few tense moments of silence he stepped back from the car as another armed soldier stepped out of the small guard shack.

"Please if you would, step out of the vehicle and move to the rear of the car," he ordered.

The two Seals opened the doors and moved to the back of the now dusty car. Adam was concerned but not overly just yet. The one good thing about the two of them is they weren't nervous. If they were, they would have pulled the bolt back on their weapons.

"So your name is Dawson Adam is that correct?" the guard asked.

"Yes Sir Adam Dawson, that's me. I'm a TV producer with National Geographic, I make documentaries about different subjects," he said.

"And you're last name is Dvorska. That sounds Serbian to me," he said to Kevin.

"Serbian, no way Sir. My grandparents immigrated from Poland just before the Germans attacked. I'm his cameraman and butler," he lied.

Kevin moved in a little closer to him.

"You should know that Mr. Dawson is very famous in TV. He makes normal people stars overnight. So I kind of have to suck up to him -- if you know what I mean," Kevin whispered.

"Famous? Who has he made famous?" the guard asked as the other one approached.

"You two may not be aware of this but, have you ever heard of Sylvester Stallone?" Kevin asked.

"Do you mean that one guy from Rocky movie?" he asked as he looked at his partner.

"That's the guy. He actually got his start as a cameraman for Mr. Dawson here. I'm trying to tell you he makes people famous."

"Oh wow, we are sorry for stopping you Mr. Dawson we had no idea who you were," he said.

"That's alright gentlemen, you couldn't have known. I try to keep a low profile when I'm outside of my mansion. Hey I got a great idea for the story, if you two would like to help," Adam told them.

"What -- us?" the military guard asked excitedly.

"Sure guys you look like you have a lot of potential for TV. Kevin why don't you get your camera and get some shots of these two warriors," Adam told him.

Kevin went opened the trunk and got his video camera out. When he looked back up, Adam had his hands up pretending to find their best side. When he finally had the shot he wanted he positioned their weapons in front of them and then stepped back.

Kevin began filming them from different angles and then let the video camera down and started snapping stills of them. After about 20 different shots Adam went up to Kevin and asked for the camera.

"All right guys, I really want to get some action shots of you. Why don't you put Kevin spread eagle against the car and pretend to search him," Adam directed them.

The senior guard placed Kevin against the car and started patting him down as the other pointed his weapon at the young Seal.

"Great, great, you guys look so real. I bet you two are really high up in your military," Adam egged them on.

"Um -- well -- yes, yes we are. We are better than those Navy Seals your country is so proud of," the guard boasted.

"Oh wow that's amazing! You hear that Kevin, they're better than Seals!" Dawson exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's amazing Mr. Dawson," Kevin said sarcastically.

"Ok guys, that's enough shots here we really should get going to Predjama. Kevin why don't you get a few of my business cards out and give them each one," he told his point man.

"Um -- I forgot to pack your cards Mr. Dawson, sorry," he told him.

"Haha, I guess you will be watching us in the movies Dvorska," he said as they laughed at him.

The two Seals got in the Sedan and headed off towards their destination. When they were safely out of sight, Kevin reached over and shoved Dawson up against the passenger door.

"Hey what was that for Dvorska," he said with a laugh.

"Gee I don't know L-tee, it could be because I just got patted down by probably the two dumbest geeks in Slovenia," he told him.

"Take it easy Kevin. That's how it's done when you do undercover shit. Besides, you're the one who started it with that Sylvester Stallone shit. Next time don't forget my business cards, idiot."

There was a brief silence and then both Navy Seals busted up laughing. Kevin tried to pick up the pass due to the lengthy stop at the checkpoint but Dawson slowed him down. They made it past one checkpoint and didn't need any more unwanted attention.

It was seven in the morning before they finally made it to the outskirts of Predjama. Kevin pulled off to the side of the road atop a small rise in the terrain overlooking the town. When the got out, Kevin grabbed a camera with a telephoto lens and snapped a few pictures of the town. He didn't really care about the pictures it was the zoom capability he needed as he searched the area for any sign of Radovan Valenta.

Adam Dawson joined him in the search using a large pair of binoculars. Although there were people milling about in town, there was no sign of their intended target. He did notice however that there were a few people around the front of Predjama castle.

"Hey Kevin, check out the castle. It looks like we might have to jump straight into one of the tours," Adam told him.

"I can't really make out any details of the people from here Boss, but yeah it looks maybe the start of a tour," Kevin replied as he adjusted the settings of his lens.

"Ok Seal, lets get going. Remember our game plan and stay in character as long as other people are around," Adam said as he climbed back in the Sedan.

**********

Martina heard the banging on the front door and slowly crawled out of bed. She only had a few hours of sleep so who ever it was better have a damn good reason for trying to knock the front door down. When she finally made it down stairs and opened the door she saw a very pissed off Katharine looking at her.

"Jesus Kat, I just got to bed. What the hell is so important?" she asked harshly.

"I've been trying to get in touch with you since yesterday afternoon," Kat replied as she walked past Martina roughly.

"Kevin left so I went out and enjoyed myself, not that I have to answer to you."

"That's why I've been trying to reach you. Kevin and his Lieutenant left," she told her.

"I know Dawson took his team to Germany to get away for awhile," she replied.

"It wasn't Germany, and it wasn't his team. Kevin ran into me in the compound and dropped a bunch of maps and photos of Predjama Slovenia. Him and his team leader loaded up a sedan and took off around four this morning. I think their headed to Predjama without the rest of the team," Kat told her.

"Holy fucking shit! That motherfucker tricked me!" Martina screamed as she jumped towards the phone.

Martina quickly dialed the number for her husband's office and waited. When the young female answered, Martina knew he was still gone.

"Where is he God damn it! I need to talk to him," she screamed into the phone.

"Martina I'm sorry, he is still in Predjama, but if it's important I can get a message to him," she said quickly.

"You're right about that you little bitch, it is important. Kevin Dvorska and his team leader, Adam Dawson are in Predjama as we speak. I don't care if you have to whore yourself out to the whole Army, but get that fucking message to him -- now!" Martina said rudely and slammed the phone down.

"I hope my husband kills that son of a bitch slowly while his fucking back stabbing officer watches," Martina whispered as her whole body shook with anger.

Dvorska house, Galveston Texas.

Luka Dvorska was busy washing the vegetables off in the kitchen sink when he heard his wife cry out in the other room. He quickly dropped them and ran to the living room. He found his wife of thirty-three years lying on the floor clutching her chest in panic.

"Beth, what it is, what happened?" Luka said as he cradled his wife in his arms.

"Oh my God, Luka, don't -- don't let it happen -- please don't," she said in a weak voice.

"I don't understand Beth, don't let what happen -- what's wrong sweetheart?" he asked her.

"Kevin, he's -- he's in danger," she gasped.

"Beth, trust me, Kevin is a Navy Seal, and he's not in danger. Now please, what happened?" he said as he tried to calm her down.

"Kevin -- he's in trouble, you have to help him Luka -- please, he's your son," Beth tried to say.

"I will, I'll help him, but I still don't know what you're talking about Beth," Luka said as he stroked her wet matted hair.

"Luka -- oh my God -- Luka you have to do something," Beth whimpered.

"I swear to all mighty God and Heaven I'll help him but you are making no sense at all Beth," Luka pleaded with her.

"I fell asleep and I had a dream about Kevin. Oh my love, it was so real," she said softly.

"Ok then, it was just a dream. You're here in Texas and everything is fine, and so is Kevin. You just had a bad dream, but trust me, Kevin is just fine," he said, trying to console her.

"It's just that the castle he was in was so scary," Beth told her husband.

"I don't get it Beth, what castle?" he asked her.

"I don't know Luka. It was a large castle built into a large cliff," she told him.

"What did you just say?" he asked in an astonished voice.

"I said he was in a castle, but the scary thing was the cave entrance," she told him as she snuggled closer.

Luka Dvorska had one image in his mind as he wife talked to him. There was no way Kevin could ever be there, the odds were too great.

"What about the cave baby, tell me about the cave entrance," he told her.

"Oh my dear, it was so creepy. It was an entrance to a cave next to a castle and I saw a wolf's head guarding it. It was like something out of a movie or something. My baby boy was in a fight with another -- wolf -- and he couldn't fight him off. My God, my baby!" she said as she collapsed in his arms.

"It's ok Beth, its ok, just calm down. Kevin is just fine and I'm sure he is nowhere near any such castle. You just had a bad dream about your son, now just calm down and tell me more about this castle," Luka said as he held her close.

"It was beautiful Luka, large and majestic, but that damn cave entrance," she said.

Luka Dvorska didn't need any more information on the castle, he already knew what his wife was talking about. His mother Marta had described it in vivid detail the day she told him what he really was. She told him about Baldomr and Nevanka, and how the 'gift' was passed on from generation to generation. The place was known as...

"Oh Luka, it was so real. I've never had such a vivid dream before and I've never heard the name Predjama. Have you Luka?" she told her husband as he shivered for the first time with fear.

**********

Kevin Dvorska and Adam Dawson pulled up in front of Predjama castle and were immediately awe struck with the architectural design. Here was a castle that actually used the southern face of a cliff as the back of the impressive fortress. Dawson thought who ever came up with this idea was a fucking genius.

"No matter what happens, stick with the game plan. You ready for this Kevin?" Adam asked.

"As long as you don't have me patted down again, I think I can handle it Boss,"

They stepped out of the car and looked up to the top of the massive structure. Kevin couldn't help but take a picture for his own collection of photos. Then he remembered what he was really here for and began snapping photos of the small group of people that were gathered at the entrance. They both turned when they heard a woman's voice addressing the group.

"Good Morning everyone, welcome to Predjama castle, my name is Kristine and I'll be your guide this morning," she said.

Kevin saw the lovely woman and immediately thought of Martina. If he didn't have feelings for her, he would have put the full court press on the CIA operative. Adam didn't have that problem as his mouth opened in a silent gasp.

"If you'll forgive me for just one moment ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to say hello to our special guests," Kristine said as she pointed towards the two Seals who were walking towards her.

"Hello Gentlemen. I assume you two are the ones I've been expecting," Kristine said and then extended her hand.

"Hi, I'm Adam Dawson with National Geographic and this is my assistant and cameraman Kevin Dvorska. It's a pleasure to meet you Ms...." Adam replied as he shook her hand.

"Duka, Kristine Duka, but please call me Kristine. I was expecting you earlier this morning, I hope you didn't have trouble finding the town," she said with a gleaming smile.

Adam Dawson noticed one distinct thing about her; she never took her sparkling blue eyes off his as he pulled his hand back. When she finally looked over at Kevin, she caught her breath as she looked at him.

"Um -- sorry, what -- what was your name again?" she stuttered.

"Kevin Dvorska, it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost," he said with a puzzled look.

"Um -- no, it's just..." she started to say.

"Kristine, I think the tour group is waiting for you," Adam said.

The two Seals followed her back to the group and as they did Adam gave his point man a quizzical look. Kevin shrugged his shoulders indicating that he had no idea what her problem with him was. Kristine stopped in front of the group and took a deep breath.

"I do apologize for the delay everyone. First I would like to introduce Mr. Adam Dawson from National Geographic, and with him is -- Mr. Kevin Dvorska. He will be taking pictures of the tour group today so hopefully some of you will be in the documentary," Kristine said.

As Kristine Duka turned to enter the castle, her shoulder length auburn hair swished with such style and grace that Adam felt his crotch throb. Her shapely hourglass figure seemed to glide across the floor like a spirit.

"Ok everyone, a few things I have to let you know about today before the tour officially starts. This is the main foyer of the castle and as you can see, the rooms are open for your viewing pleasure. There will be a few rooms that have red ropes in front of them that you will not be able to enter. But please, do not let that stop you from taking as many pictures as you like," she told the group.

"Also I will be talking about the castle's long and distinguished history from as far back as 1274, so if I need to speak up for anyone please let me know. Also if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask me," she told them as she started the tour.

As the tour went on, Adam pretended to be interested in the history of the castle as Kevin snapped away feverishly. Kristine was very informative, and to her credit, had extensive knowledge of the place. He knew from the briefing back at the compound that she grew up here but she definitely knew what she was talking about.

"Now this ladies and gentlemen is one of two special entrances that the occupants of Predjama castle took great pride in," she told the group as she opened a large floral painting.

Kevin took a picture of the medium sized opening with a red rope in front of it. It appeared to be rock but that couldn't be right.

"Predjama castle was not only built into the face of the cliff but the architect saw to it that the caves were combined into the design. They have been used as an added shelter, a party area, and in one case in the 15th century this one was used as an escape route for Knight Erazem Lueger when the castle was under siege. This particular entrance leads to a small river about five kilometers north of here," Kristine said with a small bit of delight.

"Um -- excuse me Kristine, you said there were two of these cave entrances. Where is the other one?" Kevin asked.

"Actually it's in the front of the castle, off to one side. I usually save that one for the end of the tour because of the unique rock formation around the entrance," she told him.

"I should let everyone know something that I should have told you at the beginning of the tour. Predjama castle is one of the top ten haunted castles in Europe. Now I have actually stayed in the castle and I can assure you that you might see or hear things as we go along, but please don't be alarmed," Kristine added and then looked right at Kevin.

"I don't think Baldomr Purgstall or his wife Nevanka mean any harm," she said in a softer voice.

Kevin suddenly had a cold chill overtake his entire body as he heard the name -- Baldomr Purgstall. His grandmother Marta had mentioned that name about six times before her death. She deemed it necessary to instill the family lineage into his memory at every chance.

Kevin knew it was no coincidence that she stared right at him as she spoke the name. The cold chill was suddenly replaced with fear. Did she know about him? Did she know that he was a werewolf, a monster capable of killing a human being within seconds? Now he understood why she acted so funny when they first met.

"Um -- excuse me Miss. Can you elaborate on this Baldomr person?" a woman asked from the group.

"Why yes, Baldomr and Nevanka Purgstall were the last known inhabitants of Predjama Castle. It is rumored that Nevanka's first husband was killed by a pack of wolves and she soon married Baldomr. The town's people said the he had something to do with it, but no proof was ever found."




They Walk Among Us Ch. 06



"So no one from their bloodline ever claimed the castle," the woman asked.

"My research of the lineage went cold when their granddaughter Marta -- Colbata left the country and settled in the United States with their son -- Luka," Kristine said and then closed the painting and continued with the tour.

When the group went on, Kevin pulled Adam's arm roughly and pulled him close.

"I have to talk to you -- right now Sir," he whispered.

"Can't it wait? We need to stay with the tour Kevin," Adam said as he felt Kevin's tight grip.

"No. I'm endangering the entire mission by just being here. I can't tell you why, but I can tell you that I know why she acted funny. I'm putting yours and Pete's life in danger. We have to leave now Sir, please believe me," Kevin pleaded with his team leader.

"God damn it Dvorska, get a hold of yourself! We finish the tour and then we can discuss this. Now suck it up Seal and let go of my fucking arm," he whispered back in a stern voice.

Kevin let go of Adam's arm and then followed him down the hall to join the others. As they approached the group, Kristine looked at Kevin and then smiled at him sweetly. He did not return the smile as his senses went into overdrive.

"Now do try to stay with the group Mr. Dawson. I wouldn't want you to get lost your first day here," she said as she led the group back into the foyer and out of the castle.

Kristine continued to describe the castle's structure and how it used the cliff as a natural defensive barrier. Kevin snapped a few pictures but most of his attention was on the blond tour guide. When they finally stopped about fifty yards from the front of the castle, Kevin saw the second entrance to the caves below and behind Predjama castle.

"I think everyone can see why I save this for the end. From this spot you can clearly make out the entrance to the caves. What makes this particular one unique is the rock formation that surrounds the entrance. If you stare at it for only a few moments you can make out the front half of a large wolf, as if guarding the opening from unwanted guests," she told them.

Note from the author. The readers of this story should Google Predjama castle images and see the formation for yourselves. It's really eerie given the basis of this story.

"Damn it Kevin, get some pictures. What the hell is wrong with you?" Adam whispered.

Kevin began snapping pictures of the entrance as the group turned around and headed back towards the parking lot. When they departed the area, Kristina walked over to Adam and Kevin. The tour group was well out of earshot and Kristina decided to go all in on the cards she held.

"Kevin and Adam, if you are interested, I would love to give you the dollar tour of the castle and the rooms that are not open to the public," Kristine said.

Adam turned his head and looked at the tour group who were almost at the front doors of the castle. He then turned to Kristine who was busy looking very intently at Kevin. In Adam's mind, Kevin was right, the mission was in danger but he had a friend to look for and a target to capture.

"Alright Kristine, enough of the cloak and dagger shit. Ever since you looked at Dvorska, you've been acting strangely. Now you either tell me what the fuck is going on or I'm going to personally bury you in that cave there and leave you for dead," Dawson said point blank.

Kristine continued to stare into Kevin's eyes. His words had no effect on her as she looked upon the man she had hoped to meet for a very long time, ever since she had taken the CIA up on the offer of being an undercover operative.

"Very well then, since you have no idea who your associate is Adam, I'll tell you," she told him without looking at him.

"Please -- Kristine, you don't know what you're getting yourself into," Kevin begged.

"If someone doesn't tell me something this fucking minute, I'll do you both and leave your bodies to rot," Adam said in a louder voice.

Kristine turned to look at Adam Dawson and saw that he was extremely serious on his threat.

"Mr. Dawson. You Americans are so stuck on the melodramatics of the situation that you fail to see the point, or the reason behind anything. If you must know, it's not something I can tell you. It's something that you must see for yourself. I'm sure Kevin here would want to find out what this is all about. Isn't that right Mr. -- Dvorska?" Kristine said as she smiled that beautiful smile of hers.

"Listen to me. This will not end well for either us. Please don't do this," Kevin said.

"That's enough. The mission is compromised. Kevin head back to the car and get in, we're out of here," Adam told his point man.

"No!" Kristine told them.

"I don't give a fuck who you are lady. You say another word and I'll snap your neck myself," Adam said as he and Kevin turned to leave.

"Fine, go ahead and leave. Kevin will never know why I owe my life to his grandparents."

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter of They walk among us. There are a couple of twists in the story so that you can see the separate scenes that go on at the same time. I know a lot of you were fans are waiting for the beast to emerge, and in Chapter 7 I will attempt to make that up to you with a fabulous battle. Stay tuned and please don't forget to vote. 



They Walk Among Us Ch. 07



Adam Dawson and Kevin Dvorska stopped dead in their tracks and looked at each other. After a few moments, they looked over their shoulder and looked back at Kristine.

"All I ask is for ten minutes to explain myself, after that you can leave if you want," she said.

"Ok, have it your way -- for now. After ten minutes if I'm not satisfied, you're a corpse," Adam told her.

"Please follow me gentlemen," she said, as she walked past them to the front door.

Kristine led them inside the castle and after they cleared the front door, she hung a sign on the front that indicated the tours were canceled for the day. She closed and locked it, then looked at both of them.

"What I need to show you is upstairs," she told them.

Kristine brushed past the two Seals and removed a thick red rope from the staircase, and then went up. Adam had an instinct to get his Sig out of the sedan but decided against it. The CIA operative was no match for two trained killers.

The blond haired woman went down the hall and stopped in front of a large oak door and looked back to see if they were following her. To their credit, they separated with Kevin staying a few feet away and Adam moving behind her.

"Welcome home Mr. Dvorska," Kristine said in a whisper to Kevin.

When she walked into the room, Adam and Kevin followed her but were on hyper alert, just in case something went bad. They entered a large study filled with books from the ceiling to the floor. Kevin wondered how someone could gather that many books and still find use for them.

When Adam saw that it was just a study, he decided to put an end to the fun and games today. The mission was an utter failure and the CIA operative was as useless as Johansson, even on his best day.

"Kevin, go start the car and point it out of here. I'll do what needs to be done and then I'll meet you at the front door in two minutes," Adam told him.

"That's very kind of you Mr. Dawson, but before you kill me for no reason, I really think you should look behind you and meet Mr. and Mrs. Baldomr Purgstall," Kristine said with a shit-eating grin.

When Adam turned around, the only thing that kept him from struggling for breath was the intense training that every Seal goes through. It's a reflex that keeps you calm when presented the unbelievable, no matter what the circumstance.

"Holy fucking shit," he muttered under his breath.

"You go ahead L-tee, I'll do it," Kevin said as he glared at the tour guide.

"Turn around Kevin, I think I know why she's acting this way," Adam uttered out.

When Kevin turn around, Kristine knew she was safe from being killed and thrown into the caves.

"Holy -- mother -- of..." Kevin muttered.

"Now you understand why I was so taken aback with you, Kevin -- Dvorska," Kristine said.

Kevin looked at the painting with disbelief. The painting had to be over a hundred years old, and it still looked as if he himself was standing with the beautiful woman in a bright red dress, along with their son. This had to be a trick, some sort of hoax that she was playing on him, it just wasn't possible.

"It took me a lot of years to track down the great, great, grandson of Baldomr and Nevanka. I never really knew how I'd act when I finally got to me you," Kristine said.

"Kevin that really looks like you in one of those old time photo shops back at Virginia Beach," Adam told him.

"Yeah it does L-tee, but that's not me and none of this is real. I'm endangering the mission and we need to leave. There is one thing we need to do and that's to take out..." Kevin said, but he was interrupted by a sudden breeze that flowed through the room.

They all three thought it was strange that the air would rush into a totally closed room, but when Kevin turned around to face Kristine for an answer, a large porcelain vase flew off the mantle above the fire place and smashed on the floor at Kevin's feet.

"As I said in the tour gentlemen, Predjama castle is haunted. To be perfectly honest with you, that is the first time they have ever broke anything. It was either a welcome home Kevin, or they really want you to keep your temper for some reason," she said as she moved to pick up the pieces.

"Um -- I don't mean to sound rude or anything Kristine, but what the hell is going on?" Adam asked.

"Well let me just pick up these last few pieces of this very expensive vase, and then we can go down stairs and calmly talk about it. That is if I have a reprieve on my life Adam," she said as she stood up.

When they finally made it down stairs and to the kitchen, Kevin and Adam both took a seat at the small breakfast bar in the corner. Adam looked around at the small kitchen and wondered how much of it was from years past and what was updated.

"Would you gentlemen care for a drink, or something to eat? I make a mean steak and eggs with a Bloody Mary," Kristine said as she opened the refrigerator door.

"Water if you have it and then some answers," Adam said.

Kristine pulled two bottles of water out of the door and moved over to sit with the two Seals. She handed one to Adam and one to Kevin who refused to even touch the bottle. He stared at her with very angry eyes. He knew he couldn't change form and risk having his team leader know what he really was, so all he could do was glare at her.

"Ok Adam, some answers. As I indicated earlier, I owe my life to Kevin's grandparents. Marta and Toncek Dvorska helped my grandparents, Titiana and Dario Sekerija escape to America after being tortured by some SS Major. Well at least they ended up helping them at the end. My grandmother told me the story when I was very young, and it has captivated me ever since," Kristine said.

"Wait a minute. I was informed that you grew up here in Predjama," Adam said.

"I did. After my grandparents passed away my father moved us to Slovenia, and we settled here in Predjama when I was eight. That however is not the reason I've been researching the Dvorska's," she told him.

"You see, here in Slovenia, property is property forever. Even though the state took control of Predjama castle, if a true living heir of the last known owner ever laid claim to the property, they would have no choice but to relinquish the castle to him or her," Kristine said and then looked over at Kevin.

"Kevin, do you remember ever getting letters in the mail saying that you were the rightful heir to Predjama castle?" she asked him.

"Yeah, but I thought it was some sort of scam. Send some money to us for legal fees and we'll send you the papers for the Brooklyn Bridge. That's why you've been acting funny around me, because I'm the heir of Predjama castle?" Kevin asked.

"Well of course, why else would I be so taken aback with you Mr. Dvorska?" she replied with a puzzled look.

"You said something about a captivating story about his grandparents," Adam said.

"It's not about his grandparents; it's what supposedly happened before they showed up with their son Luka. You have to understand that she was very old when she told me this so I don't know how much is true. They were being questioned about the whereabouts of the Dvorska's from an SS Major. She never knew why they wanted them, just that he was very insistent on finding them," she said.

"Did your grandparents ever tell you a story about a large wolf?" she asked Kevin.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Kristine," he lied, even though he knew the story well.

"Anyway, it seems that sometime during the questioning a pair of large wolves broke into the house and started fighting each other. Finally at the end, my grandmother shot one of them, but she said it was like shooting a piece of steel. One of them finally killed the other and then she told me she fainted. That's when Marta and Toncek Dvorska showed up with their small son, Luka," she told them.

"If you ask me, it sounds like she might not have been all there at the end Kristine," Kevin said to her.

"Maybe, but if it wasn't for your grandparents getting them out of the country, they surely would have be killed by the Nazis because they worked for the underground. My mother would not have been born and hence, I would not exist. I know that part is true," she told Kevin.

"Holy shit Kevin, you own a fucking castle. The guys are going to shit themselves when they find out," Adam exclaimed as he took a drink of water.

"It doesn't belong to me, it belongs to my father, and even if it did, I don't want it. I have a home in the teams and that's where I'm staying. Now can we please get off the subject of my heritage and focus on Radovan Valenta and Pete?" Kevin asked in an annoyed tone.

"Ok Kristine, now that I don't want to kill you, what's the latest Intel on Valenta?" Adam asked.

"As of last night he was still in town. Follow me upstairs and I'll show you to your room, it's the best spot to set up an observation area. After you're settled in, I'll take you to the comm set and you can check in with your command," she told them and then led them out of the kitchen.

"Kevin, I'll go check the room. You go and get the gear out of the car, but leave one of the Sigs inside just incase," Adam said and then followed Kristine up stairs.

When the two of them entered the large room, Adam couldn't help but stare in awe and wonder why Kevin wouldn't want to own this place. He walked up to the large bay window and peered down at Predjama.

"Wow you weren't kidding about the view, it's fantastic," Adam told her.

"Yes indeed, fantastic," Kristine whispered as she stared at his backside.

Adam turned his head to see what she was looking at. When he figured it out, he smiled inside and felt his cock start to harden again.

"So does anyone else help you with the tours?" Adam asked her.

"I'm sorry, what?" she replied quickly, knowing she just got caught staring at his body.

"I asked if anyone helps you with the tours or do you work alone?" he repeated as he looked back out the window.

"Um -- no I work here alone and keep tabs on things in and around Predjama. It's just me and the ghosts," she said with a little laugh.

"Hate to tell you this, but I don't really believe in ghosts, however I can't really explain how that vase got broke," he said and then went over to check the bed.

"I didn't believe at first either, but lately the activity has picked up tremendously. Lights dimming and gusts of wind when the windows are closed. Something strange that happened a few nights ago really made me nervous," she said as she shivered slightly.

"You're a CIA operative, you're not supposed to get nervous," he told her.

"I was almost asleep and although I couldn't make it out very well, it sounded like someone was screaming in pain. Scared the hell out me," Kristine admitted.

"Probably just a draft coming through the cracks in the walls, this place must be loaded with them," he told her, trying to calm her down.

Kevin entered the bedroom carrying all the equipment and bags. After setting them down he went to the window and looked out and surveyed the area.

"Wow Kristine the view is fantastic," Kevin said.

Kristine glanced quickly at Adam Dawson and blushed brightly. Adam had to try really hard not to laugh at her awkwardness, as he picked up his bag and began getting his clothes out.

"Um -- I need another water, I'll be right back," she said and then quickly left the room.

Adam looked over at the little table next to the door and laughed softly. Kristine's first bottle of water was still sitting there -- unopened.

"What is it Adam? Did I say something wrong," Kevin asked.

"No Kev, you didn't say anything wrong. I do agree with you though -- the view is pretty damn good," Adam told him, but he wasn't referring to the town below.

**********

It was noon in Predjama and neither Kevin nor Adam had seen the Serbian Intel officer. Adam began to wonder if he was even in town anymore. He realized that there was a possibility that he might have left sometime during the night and they had missed him. The only way to find out for sure was to go into town and check it out.

As Kristine entered the bedroom, Adam's train of thought was broken. He silently scolded himself for allowing himself to be distracted by her presence, but he knew that you'd have to be dead not to notice her.

"Well gentlemen, any luck?" she asked as she took a sip of her water.

"No, nothing yet. Are you sure he's still in town?" Adam asked.

"I saw him with one of his bodyguards over at Crook's Creek last night having a drink," she told him.

"Is there a place in town to have lunch? We might have to do some reconnaissance of the town to be sure," Adam said.

"Yes, a small diner across the street from there. The food isn't as good as mine, but it won't kill you either. You can say your doing some background research on the town while Kevin takes pictures," Kristine offered.

"Sounds like a great idea Boss. I don't know about you, but I'm damn near starving to death," Kevin said as his stomach started to rumble.

"Yeah, I can see you're just withering away on this mission," Adam said mockingly.

Just then the lights in the room began to flicker quickly and then went really bright and stayed that way for a few seconds before returning to normal.

"Be careful L-Tee, you don't want to piss off great, great grandpa and grandma," he said with a chuckle.

"Stow it Dvorska. As old as this place is, the wiring must be hundreds of years old," Adam said

"Alright you two, let's go get something to eat before you really do piss off Baldomr and he breaks something else. Kevin, bring a couple of cameras with you. I'll call my friend that Valenta is supposed to be staying with and invite her to join us," Kristine said.

Adam grabbed the silenced 9mm Sig Sauer and stuck it behind his shirt. If he was going into town, he wasn't going unarmed. He then turned and followed Kristine down stairs as Kevin strapped on two cameras, one of them with a telephoto lens.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky as the three undercover operatives walked the short distance into town. People were moving about in the streets, and stopping into the few stores that were there. Kevin took a lot of pictures of the residence of Predjama, as Kristine answered questions about the town and history.

As they approached her friend Clara's house, Adam could hear the shutter on Kevin's camera going a hundred miles an hour, as he tried to capture ever angle of the modest size home. While snapping away, Clara exited the home and glared at Kevin for taking her picture.

"Excuse me, but please don't take photos of me or my home," she said in an annoyed tone.

"Forgive me Miss, I was just taking..." Kevin started to say.

"It's alright Clara. I would like you to meet Adam Dawson from National Geographic and that is his photographer Kevin," Kristine said quickly as she tried to calm her fears.

"Gentlemen, nice to meet you, but I still don't want you taking pictures of me or my home," she said sharply.

"Yes Miss, I'm sorry to have offended you," Kevin told her as he put his camera away.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" Clara asked the young Seal.

"Oh, it's Kevin, Kevin Colbata," Kevin lied.

"Come on Clara, let's go get something to eat, I'm starved. Mr. Dawson offered to pay," Kristine told her, as she grabbed her friends arm.

Kevin walked up to Adam Dawson and whispered in his ear.

"That's really big of you Adam, buying us all lunch," Kevin said quietly.

"Yeah, real big of me -- dumbass," he replied.

As the group now headed for the diner, Adam Dawson studied the new arrival. She really didn't look like much, even though he knew she was Valenta's informant. Clara was slightly overweight and short. Adam guessed maybe five feet tall, if that. Given his training, he could see why Valenta would have chosen her. More than likely, he was the first man to have showed any interest in her.

When they reached the diner, Kevin took a couple of shots of the front, which brought another cold look from Clara.

"Don't worry Clara, I didn't get you in the picture," Kevin said to her.

"Hey Mr. Dawson look across the street. It's a little pub or something," Kevin said excitedly.

Adam, Kristine and Clara turned to look across the street as Kevin snapped away again.

"That Mr. Dawson, is Crook's Creek Pub. It's one of the oldest pubs within a hundred kilometers of here. You really should visit there sometime while you're here. There is a lot of history in there and I'm sure you and Kevin could get something useful for your documentary," Kristine told him.

"Yeah maybe, but first lets eat. I think I heard someone was starved earlier," Adam said and then followed them into the quiet little diner.

After taking a table in the back, a cute little server came up. Adam thought she couldn't be more than 15 or 16. If that was the case, then this must be a family owned diner and they have their kids working here.

When she stood at the table and looked at Kevin, she blushed a little bit and took the drink orders. The small act of shyness and bright red cheeks did not go unnoticed by Kristine as the young girl left.

"You better be careful Kevin, I think you have a secret admirer. She was checking you out," Kristine taunted him.

"Mr. Dawson, tell her to quit picking on me," he whined.

"You're over 18, do it yourself," Adam said with a laugh.

"Oh speaking of secret admirers how's that hunk you've been seeing? Has he proposed yet, or does he just want to be lovers forever," Kristine asked her friend.

"That's great, you're getting married. When's the wedding? I'd love to have some shots of a wedding at the castle," Adam quickly interjected.

"We're not getting married Mr. Dawson, at least not yet anyway. He said he love's me but he's not ready to settle down yet," Clara told him.

"I wouldn't worry Clara; I'm sure someone like you will be able to convince him. Men just need more time to figure out what they have," Kristine said and then looked at Adam.

"And some men don't even know it when it's right in front of them," she said with little doubt to what she meant.

It was Adam's turn to shy away as the comment hit its mark. Luckily for him, the young server came along with the drinks, and even though Kevin was the furthest away, she placed his drink down first. Once everyone was served she pulled out a small notebook and took the food order. Adam and Kevin really didn't know what to get so he had Kristine order for them.

"Kevin's got a girlfriend, Kevin's got a girlfriend," Kristine teased.

"We have a saying back in the States, 15 will get you 30. I think I'll pass on the trip to prison if you don't mind," Kevin said flatly.

"You know I was just thinking," Adam said as he tried to change the subject.

"A great angle to the film about the castle would be how they inspire love and stuff. They have a romantic charm that filters down to the people who live around them, or something along those lines. Maybe I could sit down with you and your boyfriend Clara and take some notes. I promise Kevin won't take any pictures," Adam said.

"Oh that's a wonderful idea Adam. Maybe after lunch we can all go back to your house and talk awhile. What do you say Clara, wanna be in his story?" Kristina added.

"Maybe, but it will have to wait. He had to leave town for a few days on business, but afterwards if you wanted to, I guess that would be ok. You must promise not to take pictures though, he really gets upset when you try to take his picture," Clara confided in them.

"That would be just fine Clara; we can stay a few more days here. You should know Clara that my company will compensate you and, I'm sorry, what is his name?" Adam asked.

"Um -- it's Radovan," she said.

"Yes well, we will compensate you and Radovan for any interview you give, after all it's only fair," Adam added.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 07



As the group ate their lunch, they chatted about Predjama. Even though Adam and Kristine keep trying to bring up Radovan into the conversation, Clara consistently moved away from it. She either was too shy about being in love, or he had told her not to discuss him to strangers. One thing was sure to Adam Dawson, the interview would be the perfect opening to capture Radovan Valenta.

**********

Chief Bob Holiday sat at his desk going over pictures of the area around Predjama castle. Hopefully when he picked up his Lieutenant, he'd have the package and some extra baggage in the form of Pete Newman. Holiday's thoughts were interrupted when Petty Officer Davidson from Navy Intel entered the room.

"Hey Chief, got a minute?" he asked.

"Sure Davidson, what is it?" Bob replied as he put his photo's down.

"You know that phone tap you had us put in, well we went through some of the tapes from this morning. There's something that I think you better listen to for yourself," Davidson told him.

"You think you got a nibble on the hook," he asked as he stood up.

"No not really. I think it ate the damn thing and the lines on full drag now," he said as he followed the Chief out the door.

When they got to the secure room, Davidson punched in the code to enter. They moved over to one of the large computer consoles, and the Petty Officer pulled up the voiceprint and pressed play.

"Where is he God damn it! I need to talk to him."

"Martina I'm sorry, he is still in Predjama, but if it's important I can get a message to him."

"You're right about that you little bitch, it is important. Kevin Dvorska and his team leader, Adam Dawson, are in Predjama as we speak. I don't care if you have to whore yourself out to the whole Army, but get that fucking message to him -- now!"

The recording ended and Bob's anger grew proportionally stronger inside him. His team leader was correct about something being not quite right about Martina Duval.

"Did you get a trace on the number and who she called?" Bob asked as he tried to keep his temper.

"Sure did Chief. It's registered to a small office building in Tuzla Bosnia," he said.

"Bosnia! That little bitch is working for the Serbian Army!" he yelled a little too loud.

"You want us to pick her up and bring her in!" the young sailor asked.

"Hell no, let's not tip our hand just yet. Besides, your main focus right now should be getting word to Lieutenant Dawson and getting him the hell out of Predjama. He's been compromised," Bob said, and then stormed out towards Neil Hawkins office.

1900 hrs, Predjama castle, Predjama Slovenia.

Adam Dvorska sat in the down stairs study looking around at all the really old artifacts that decorated the room. Kevin was busy upstairs checking the weapons for the third time since they got back from lunch. His motivation was, if Valenta was gone for a few days then they might have a chance to look for any sign of Pete. It was also that Kristine made him very nervous.

"Oh there you are Adam," Kristine said as she pulled the red rope aside.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind me being in here, I just wanted to sit and look at all the old artifacts. I must say it's really a fabulous collection," Adam said as he got off the 16th century love seat.

"No by all means go ahead, but please don't touch anything in the room, most of the items are priceless," she said as she took his place on the love seat.

Adam walked over to a small mantle above the fireplace and examined a stunning amulet. It was about two inches in diameter with strange symbols craved around the outside. In the center of it was a bright red stone that appeared to be a ruby of some sort.

"What is this Kristine? It looks to be hundreds of years old," he said as he examined it.

"That Adam is probably the most notable item in the collection. No one knows how old it is, but it is rumored to have been handed down for generations in the Purgstall family. It's made of pure silver and before you ask, yes, that's a very rare ruby in the center," Kristine said.

"What are these strange markings around the outside?"

"I wish I could tell you, but everyone I've shown it to is baffled, well except for one old lady in town. She took the tour once and when she saw it, she went nuts. When it was over she asked if she could get a closer look at it. Well she got closer and told me it was 'The gift of the wolf'," Kristine said as she got up and joined him.

"The what?" he asked with a baffled look.

"The gift of the wolf. She didn't tell me anything more than that because she suddenly became frightened and ran out of the room. You have to realize that these people have very strange customs, and still believe in some of the old myths and legends," Kristine said.

Kristine was about to get into some of the old tales about monsters and demons that are said to have been real, when Kevin walked into the small study. He didn't know it, but it was the same study that his great, great grandmother stood in when she decided to take a chance on finding true love.

"Hey Boss, I was wondering if it'd be alright with you if I poked around a bit at the top of the cliff. I might be able to get a trace on what happened to Pete. Maybe go down to that pub and ask around a little," he told his team leader.

"Sure thing let me get some flashlights and we'll see what we come up with," Adam replied as he walked towards him.

"It'd be faster if I went alone Adam. I can handle myself if anything comes up and I know what I'm looking for. If I find anything out I'll come get you," Kevin said.

Adam thought about it for a moment. His point man was a very gifted individual, and he made sense about being able to go faster alone. If there were any more clues out there, he was sure to find them. Since Valenta was out of town, the danger was minimal.

"Alright, but take the Sig with you just in case. Oh hey Kev, you gotta check this out. This amulet was passed down in your family dude," Adam told him as he pointed to the mantle.

Kevin walked up to the mantle and stared at the priceless artifact.

"It's called 'The gift of the wolf', and that's a ruby. You're rich Kev," Adam said.

Kevin knew exactly what it was, his father showed him a picture of it once. He wanted to tell his teammate what it really was, but he couldn't inform him about the Lycanthrope Medallion.

"I told you before, this place and these things belong to my father if he wants them. My place is in the teams -- Sir," Kevin told him.

As he turned to leave, the lights began to flicker again and then turn really bright.

"It seems that Baldomr and Nevanka don't agree with you Kevin," Kristine said.

Kevin turned his head to look at the beautiful operative. By the look on her face, he could tell that she really believed this place was haunted with the ghosts of his dead ancestors.

"Yeah whatever, I'll be back in a few hours L-tee. I'm gonna hit Crook's Creek first, see if I can get a line on where to start in town."

"Ok, just don't over do the drinks, and watch your six," Adam told him.

Kevin Dvorska walked out of the room and the lights returned to normal. Adam adjusted his eyes again and shook his head clear.

"You really should get someone to check that out before the place catches fire," he told her.

"Maybe some day, but right now I could use a nice glass of wine. Would you care to join me Mr. Dawson?" Kristine asked with a smile that would melt ice.

"I don't think a few glasses would hurt anything. Just as long you don't get me drunk and take advantage of me," he said as a joke.

"I try never to make promises Adam, there too hard to keep,"

**********

Peter Newman's head was slumped down as he looked at the dried blood covering his legs. It was hard to see due to one of his eyes being swollen shut, and the other barely able to open. He was sore and dehydrated from the constant shocks and beatings that his capture inflicted on him. He was actually a bit relieved that he could rest a bit after Alex left.

Pete struggled with the restraints for the umpteenth time but to no avail, there was no getting loose.

"Ah my Seal friend is awake, good evening fuck you. Did you sleep well?" he asked him.

"You might as well forget it -- Viljem, you might as well just kill me and get it over with. I'm not telling you shit," Pete said without looking at him.

"Excellent! We are making progress fuck you. All this time you knew who I was, but you didn't let on. Excellent," Viljem Kordic told his captive.

Peter Newman's stomach turned as he realized he made a tactual error on divulging the information. He had to try and turn the tables back to his advantage if possible.

"That's right, I do know who you are you sick son of bitch. You're Viljem Kordic and you get off on killing women and children. I bet it was real difficult to grease that ten-month-old baby in her crib," Pete told him.

"Ah yes, it was most difficult, most difficult indeed. As a matter of fact, it really spoiled the rape my men were committing on her mother at the time. She seemed to be very distraught after that," Viljem said.

"I wouldn't get used to the idea of breathing. I have a feeling a few of my friends will pay you a visit in the middle of the night and solve the problem," Pete said bravely.

"Oh do you mean Kevin Dvorska and -- what was his name -- Adam Dawson? Are those the friends you speak of? Have no worries fuck you, I only have use for you for a short time longer," Viljem informed him.

"Fuck you."

"I am past our names, and since I am in a generous mood, I will permit you a small treat. Would you care for some water? I realize it has been some time since you drank," his captor said.

Pete finally looked up at him. If he could just get a drink, it might help him regain some strength and maybe get out of here. As Pete looked on, Viljem Kordic opened the bottle and held it over his mouth.

"You look dreadful, we should wash some of that mess off your face first," he said as he began to pour the liquid out.

When it washed over his open wounds, Pete screamed in agony as the rubbing alcohol burned like nothing he'd felt before. He tried to turn his head and get clear of the burning substance, but Kordic held his hair tightly. As Pete continued to scream, the sadistic Viljem Kordic smiled.

"It seems you do not approve of my hospitality fuck you. I would love to stay and discuss this with you further, but I must go meet your friends and properly welcome them to Predjama," he told the helpless Seal.

As he threw the empty bottle on the ground, his hand was in perfect position. When the closed fist backhand connected with Peter Newman's temple, the pain of the alcohol was suddenly gone. The world went black, as the Navy Seal Officer slumped unconscious in his chair.

"I will see about getting you some company very soon. Sleep well fuck you," he said and then walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Rome International Airport.

Flight 1198 had just pulled up to the international terminal and began the debarkation process. The first class passengers filed out slowly as they made their way to the customs counter. The elder gentleman was third in line, and patiently waited for his turn.

He was in turmoil as the feelings coursed through his aged body. His head told him he should have stayed home, but his heart had led him to Italy. Suddenly, another customs agent signaled for him to come over.

"Passport please," the agent said.

"Here you go," the elderly man replied.

"It seems Mr. -- Dvorska, that this is your first time in our wonderful country. Are you here on business or pleasure Sir?" the agent asked.

"A little of both, I'm in the real estate business and I was looking for some properties up north," he lied.

"Well everything looks in order with your documents. Please enjoy your stay," he told Luka as he stamped the passport.

"Thank you, I'm sure I will. By the way, could you tell me where the car rental is in the airport?" Luka Dvorska asked as he put his passport back into his jacket.

**********

Adam Dawson sat in the large leather chair in the lower study sipping his glass of wine. Kristine had her shoes off and was curled up on the antique love seat. Since it pulled her skirt a little tighter, Adam could make out every detail of her shapely legs. He was looking hard at them when Kristine cleared her throat to get his attention.

"You know, it's the kindest form of flattery when you stare at a woman like it was your last meal," she said with a little laugh.

"Um -- no, I wasn't staring at you; I was just thinking that's all. I get like that sometimes, stare off into space and think," he said, trying to explain being caught.

"Oh I see. For a moment there it looked as if you were staring at my legs, I must have been mistaken," she told him in a pouty voice.

"No, I mean, if I was going to stare at you it'd be your legs. Yes, definitely your legs," Adam told her quickly.

"Um -- what's it like for you to be a CIA operative?" he said as he tried to change the subject.

"It's ok I suppose. I really don't have much of a social life if you know what I mean. The only social life I do have is always undercover so it's not real, for me any way. What about you, is it exciting to be a Seal?" she asked.

"Yes and no. I like the teams, but it's always so secretive that the divorce rate in the teams is pretty high. I guess we're in the same boat," Adam said as he took another sip of wine.

"So there's no Mrs. Dawson waiting at home with warm cookies for the kids?" Kristine said as she stretched her legs out.

"No. No Mrs. Dawson."

"Oh I see," she replied and then stood up and faced him.

"Would you like the -- what do you Americans say -- 25 cent tour?" Kristine asked as she smoothed out her dress.

"I'd love to. I'm kind of a history buff. I majored in it at Ohio State," he said excitedly.

"Then by all means, follow me Mr. Dawson," Kristine said as she brushed past him.

"By all means indeed Miss Duka," Kevin replied with a smile and then followed her upstairs.

At the top of the stairs they took a left turn, and headed down the hallway away from his and Kevin's room. Adam was amazed at the woodwork and architectural design of the castle, but even more at the alluring figure that led the way.

They stopped at a room at the end of the hall, and Kristine pulled a red rope aside and opened the door. Adam was stunned when he entered and saw the large canopy bed. There was an antique desk and mirror in one corner along with numerous old items like hairbrushes and oddly enough a small black doctor's bag.

"Wow -- this is amazing! 

"Thank you. I've been working on this room for a while now as an addition to the tour. If I'm not mistaken this was the housekeeper's room. I found some aprons and cleaning supplies in here when we first started the renovation." Kristine told him as he looked around.

"What's with the doctor's bag in a housekeeper's room?" he asked.

"We believe her name was Cilka, but there weren't enough documents to prove it. It was said she was a very fine midwife, so we kept the bag here," Kristine told him.

"I got to hand it to you Kristine, you're a hell of a researcher," Adam said as he looked around the room.

"Um -- if you'll excuse me, the little girl's room is calling me. Please feel free to look around, these things are ok to pick up and look at," Kristine told him and then walked back down the hall.

Adam nodded his head and walked over to the large window and looked out. The lights flickered around the town below, and he could make out some people walking around in the moonlight. As he turned towards the bed, he couldn't resist pushing down on the comforter. When his hands kept sinking into the bed, he knew what it was.

"Holy shit, a genuine down feather mattress!" Adam said with surprise.

Adam faced the window and slowly sat down on the bed. His weight made the mattress sink lower and fold itself to his lower body. The feeling was exquisite as he closed his eyes and thought about sleeping in here tonight.

Just then he heard the door close and Adam immediately jumped off the bed and turned around. When he saw Kristine standing against the now closed door, he felt as if all the air rushed out of the room.

For a split second, everything in his body froze except his heartbeat, which was now racing faster and faster. Kristine knew he was startled by the way he was acting. This couldn't be the first time he'd seen a vibrant naked woman leaning against a solid oak door.

"I was wondering, would you like to have sex with me?" Kristine asked the stunned Navy Seal.

He was shocked beyond words. She said it like she was asking him if he wanted some cookies before bed.

"Um -- maybe I -- um -- gave you the wrong impression -- Crystal..." he stuttered.

"It's Kristine Adam, remember" she replied with a little laugh.

"Huh -- oh yeah -- Kristine, sorry. I -- um -- don't think it's a good idea to get -- um -- involved when we're on a mission," he tried to say but still found it hard to breathe.

"Your mission is on hold for a few days, and I'm not asking you if you want to get involved. I'm asking you if you want to have sex with me?" Kristine said as she walked over to the bed.

"You need to know something Adam. My job here prevents me from having any kind of relationship with a man. He'd want to come over all the time and maybe start asking too many questions about where I go. My cover would be shot and I'd be forced to kill him or leave," she told him as she leaned against one of the thick pillars of the bed.

'Where's the fucking air in this room?' he thought.

"Yes -- um -- I can see how that would be a problem," Adam told her.

"You on the other hand already know who I am, and you'll be leaving in a few days. I haven't had a man in some time now and to tell you the truth, I'm getting tired of -- how should I put this -- taking care of it myself," Kristine said as she slowly moved in front of him.

"That is a good -- um -- point, but Kevin will be back soon and he could..." Adam started to say.

"Is it because you don't find me attractive?" Kristine said in a sultry whisper.

"Are you fucking kidding? A guy would have to be dead to not find you attractive," Adam quickly blurted out.

Kristine ran her hand up Adam's leg and rested her palm against his beating cock.

"It most certainly feels like you're very much alive Adam. Kevin said he won't be back for a few hours so the question still stands. Do you want to have sex with me?" she said as she pumped his cock a few times.

Adam lost the fight within him as he pulled her smaller body against his and kissed her. Kristine continued to jack his cock as her tongue started a battle with his inside her mouth. Soon she broke the kiss and stepped back towards the soft bed.

"Screw the foreplay, I need sex. Get out of those clothes -- hurry," she said with a wanton passion.

Adam deliberately took his time unbuttoning his shirt as Kristine lay back on the bed. When she was fully on it, it surrounded her like a warm white cloud. When Adam had his shirt off his muscular upper body came into view, and Kristine spread her legs and began stroking her baby smooth pussy quickly.

"I thought you said you were tired of doing it yourself?" Adam asked.

"I am damn it, but I'm so..." Kristine said but stopped short of saying something.

Adam knew he had to take control of the situation. That little fact escaped him since she shut the door a few moments ago. He unbuttoned his pants, and once again, took his time.

"You sounded like you wanted to say something but stopped, why," he said with a little smile.

"Because it's been a while and I don't know when I'll get laid again. I want to do everything I can think of and that includes..." Kristine said as she stared at his crotch.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 07



"Go ahead -- includes," Adam whispered and then pulled his boxers off.

"Oh the hell with it. Including using the foulest fucking language I know. I've always got to be polite and courteous around people, but right now I want..." Kristine uttered quickly as she reached up and pulled her nipple hard.

"You want what?" he asked as he stepped forward and stood at the side of the bed.

Kristine stared at the hard bobbing cock just a foot away and licked her lips as if she was starving. She was breath taking, as she moved her one hand faster against her pussy. Adam thought if she ever made it to Virginia Beach, she'd cause a lot of accidents on the road from people looking at her.

"No, I can't," she replied as she tossed her head back and moaned.

When Adam ran his hands along the inside of her legs she shivered. Another thought came to him, maybe the castle was haunted and she was fighting off some kind of possession.

"Why don't you just come out and say it so you can get it off your chest, which by the way is an incredible sight," he said as he pushed her legs back a little bit more.

"Oh God damn it! I want to be a fucking cock sucking, cum swallowing, ass fucked slut! I want it in everyone of my holes, and I want to be flooded with so much hot fucking cum that it runs down my God damn legs for days. I want you to grab my hair and face fuck me. I want to choke on your cock, until I fucking puke down my chest!" Kristine screamed.

Adam could tell she was ready to explode any moment as the words flowed out of her mouth. If he didn't help her get off soon, she was going to rip her nipple off, and he couldn't have that.

With speed that even surprised him, he quickly pressed his open mouth against her soaked pussy and shoved his tongue in as far as it would go. He then pulled her hand away and replaced it with his rougher one.

As his thumb found her clit, he quickly pressed down and pistoned his tongue in and out with quick strokes. He was literally fucking her with his tongue.

"OH MY FUCKING GODDDD!" Kristine screamed out.

The thrashing woman quickly got his head in a scissors lock and held him there against her. It really wasn't necessary, because Saint Peter himself couldn't pull him away. The pressure was increasing as her climax neared, if she didn't cum soon, Adam might really get injured. That'd be hard to explain to his teammate.

'Hey Boss, what happened to your head.'

'Nothing Kevin, I was just eating out Kristine and she clamped my head so hard my brains are leaking out now, I'll be fine. Do you have cotton balls to make the ringing stop?'

Kristine's screaming became more urgent, which brought him out of his thoughts. She must have been building this up for years as she egged him on with harsh language.

"Eat me, eat my fucking cunt. I'll do anything you want, but get me off in your mouth," she told him as she rocked her hips up.

Adam had to do something, and quick, so he removed his sore tongue to rest up and inserted two large fingers inside her. He would have moved his head up and sucked her clit but it was effectively held in place. After a few moments of finger fucking her gushing pussy he removed them, much to the displeasure of the panicking woman.

"No -- please Adam -- put them back in. Put them back in my cunt!" she screamed at him.

Adam shoved his tongue back in which seemed to suffice somewhat, she at least stop screaming at him. Thinking he was going to suffocate soon, he decided on another course of action.

With his fingers being thoroughly soaked, he placed one wet finger against her tiny rose bud and slid it past the second knuckle. This got her attention and she released his head as Kristine grabbed her thighs and pulled them back.

Adam took a deep breath as he was freed and then moved his mouth up to her clit. Even though his tongue was getting tired, he flicked it a few times and then pulled it into his mouth and applied suction.

"Hurry I'm -- getting -- I'm gonna..." she started to say but stopped to take a breath.

"Shove it all the way in! Hurry, all the way up my ass!" she told him as she started trembling.

Adam did exactly as he was told and pushed his finger in as far as it would go and then pulled it out. Then he placed another finger next to it and quickly fingered her very tight hole. She was trying to say something, but now everything that came out of her mouth was gibberish and he couldn't make it out.

"I -- now -- fuck -- that does -- almost -- gonna..." she spat out.

Adam looked up her body and saw she was tossing her head quickly from side to side. She looked like something out of the Exorcist movie. Suddenly she looked at him; her mouth was open as if to say something and her eyes were as big as golf balls. It appeared she wasn't breathing. Just then her hand shot out and grabbed a large pillow and pulled it over her mouth.

It started as a light tremble in her hips and the slowly moved down her legs. He could make out whimpering sounds from under the pillow as it grew stronger and stronger. Soon her whole body was convulsing, and then Adam heard something that would probably stay with him forever.

It was a good thing that the pillow was there, as the blood-curdling scream escaped her lips. It was so load and distinctive that, unrestrained, it would have brought the whole damn town to the front door to investigate. 

As Kristine lay there quivering, Adam finally climbed up on the down feather mattress and joined her. When he was comfortable, he reached over and held her to him and began stroking her once soft hair that was now matted with sweat and tears.

"Try and clam down Kristine. Breath, breath, that's it calm down now," he whispered to her softly.

"That was -- how did -- oh my god I..." she managed to say.

"Take it easy Kristine. You look like you're going to have a heart attack, and that would be hard to explain to my superiors," Adam told her.

"I don't care -- I'll -- oh damn -- I'll die happy," she told him as strength slowly came back to her.

"You must have been storing that up for sometime now. That seemed like quite an orgasm you just had," Adam said and then kissed the top of her head.

"Oh God Adam, you have no idea how long I've waited to let that out. It's always so much stronger when you're not alone," she replied.

"Then I'm glad I could help you get it out of your system," he said with a little laugh.

"That's were you're wrong Adam. It's not out of my system -- yet," she said as she raised herself up and looked at him with gleaming eyes.

"Why do I have a funny feeling I'm about to find out what it's like to be raped by a woman."

"Please don't think badly of me -- please. Very few times in my life, has there been a chance of being able to act this way. Men always want to get attached, or they think I'm crazy and get scared off and then I'm left hanging," she told him in a sad voice.

"Hey calm down, I was only joking Kristine. You're an absolutely gorgeous woman, and a man would be a complete fool not to allow you to let loose every once in a while," he told her quickly.

"So you're not going to get scared off?" Kristine asked him.

"I'm a Navy Seal, I don't get scared off," he told her, and then kissed her deeply.

She returned the kiss and reached down to his hard cock. She jacked it a few times and then felt the pre-cum on the large head. She quickly put her palm in it and massaged around the tip. Adam couldn't help but moan deeply into her mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. That gleaming look of possession had returned and he wondered if he'd live to see the morning.

"That was a nice kiss. I could taste my -- cunt juice -- on your lips," she said in a seductive voice.

"I hope you enjoyed your -- cunt juice -- as much as I did," he told her, letting her know it was ok to let go.

"What can I do for you Adam? Do you want to fuck my -- cunt? You wanna shove that big cock up my snatch and then use my body to jack yourself off with?" she said as she jacked his cock faster.

"All that sounds -- oh damn Kristine..." Adam muttered.

"I'll let you fuck my ass Adam. I'll let you fuck my ass while you pull my head back. Wanna dump a load of cock cream up my shit hole?" she asked him as she brought her hand up and licked it.

"Oh fucking Christ, that's good cum. I wanna suck you off! I want to wrap my lips around you thick cock and let you fuck my face," she said, as she returned her hand to his cock.

"You keep this up and I'll end up shooting that cum on your damn arm. Shit you're a hot woman," Adam told her as he fought to regain control.

"Tell me you're going to do it. Tell me you'll fuck my throat raw and then shoot that load of cum straight into my stomach. Say the words Adam -- please," Kristine pleaded with him.

Navy Seal or not, Adam Dawson was still a man. He'd be a fool to let a once in a lifetime chance go to waste. He did the only thing a man could do in this situation.

"Now that you mention it, yeah, I'm going to shove my cock in your slutty fucking mouth. Then I'm going to keep pushing your head down till you gag on it. I'm going to cum -- oh fuck Kristine -- so much that it'll be leaking out of your abused throat and all over my empty balls."

A small shiver ran through her body as he described the blowjob. Kristine quickly lowered her mouth down to his cock and in one swift move, buried her lips down to the base and held the tip of his cock in her throat.

Adam couldn't help but shudder at the tightness of it. She remained there for a few more seconds and then repeated the act. When she hit bottom again, she allowed her tongue to slid past her lips and tickle his full balls.

"Holy, fucking, Jesus Christ Kristine, that feels amazing!" Adam moaned out loud.

Kristine bobbed her head up and down on the now slimy cock as she massaged his loaded nut sack. She realized there was something missing and reached back to grab Adam's hand. As she placed it on the back of her head, she moved his fingers into her hair and made them into a fist.

Adam knew what she was doing, and although he would never hurt a woman, he pushed her head down and held her there. He pulled her up by the hair and did it again, then felt her whimper around the leaking cock. This made him nervous and he pulled her all the way this time.

"Oh, oh fuck -- do it again," she pleaded as drool ran out of her mouth.

"Do what again?" Adam asked in dismay.

"Force me down, make me do it -- hurry Adam.

Adam placed both hand on her head and grabbed her hair roughly, then placed her mouth over his cock. When he did that she reached between her legs and began rubbing her hairless pussy franticly.

"You like to suck cock, then take it you -- slut," he growled at her.

Kristine let out a low moan as she hovered over his cock. She couldn't moan for long, as the invading cock was forced into her delicate mouth and then into her throat.

"Holy shit, I can't believe this," Adam said to himself.

Adam fucked her mouth like it was a female pussy. The power of control rushed through him like a tidal wave, and he had to consciously remind himself that this was sex and not a forced action.

"Kristine, I have to stop, I'm going to..." he said as he pulled her up to take a breath.

"Don't you dare stop God damn it! This is the best I've had in years and you better see it through -- you fucking pussy," she told him as she stared at his cock.

Adam took the insult to heart and grabbed her hair tighter. When he looked down he saw he hand flying across he pussy, she was turned on by this. He only had one thought, 'why in the fuck wasn't this woman with someone? Men would kill people for a woman like this.'

"Fuck you slut, you talk too much," he yelled at her as he forced her head down.

"You want used? Try this slut," he told her as he forced his hips up and her head down.

Adam felt another inch slip into her throat as she began gagging. He couldn't help it as the moaning vibrations caressed his cock and he shot the first strand of cum directly into her stomach. He quickly grabbed the other pillow on the bed and held it over his face and began a long, hard, and very loud scream.

After shooting strand after strand of hot, thick cum into her belly, he felt Kristine tap on his leg. Adam released her hair and she was able to pull away from his cock. When Kristine took a couple of deep breaths, she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand and then began to lick the juice off of it.

"I have to be honest with you Adam," she told him as she licked.

"That was the most enjoyable blowjob I've ever given in my life," she told him.

"Holy shit Crystal that was amazing."

"Wow, you are wiped out. It's Kristine Adam," she said with a giggle.

"Fuck! Why do I keep doing that?" he muttered.

"I'm not Cilka so I couldn't make a diagnosis, but if you ask the curator of Predjama castle I'd say it was the lack of blood flow to the head. The bigger head that is," she said with a little bit of pride.

Kristine jacked his spent cock as she roamed his body with her eyes.

"I have a question for you Mr. Dawson," she whispered.

"Oh shit, this is gonna suck," he mumbled.

"What do you want to do for round two? We're far from done and that's only one hole you've used," she said and then took his spent cock back into her mouth.

Crook's Creek Pub.

Kevin Dvorska sat in the corner table of the dimly lit pub. From the looks of it they haven't changed the décor in a very long time. He waited a little bit to see if there were any servers working the tables, but when none came, he stood up.

Suddenly from around the corner the same young girl from the diner appeared with a tray. As she scanned the room for any new orders, her eyes locked with Kevin's and he smiled at her. When she got closer, Kevin could tell she was blushing and she had a huge smile on her face.

"Hello," she said as she averted her eyes from his.

"Hi there again beautiful," Kevin replied with a little charm.

Kevin quickly realized he shouldn't have done that, as she turned three shades of red. She must have a huge crush on him to be that shy about being called beautiful.

"Um -- would you like something to drink Sir?" she asked, but still didn't look into his eyes.

"My name's Kevin and a cold beer would be fine," he told her.

"Very well, I'll be right back -- Kevin," the young woman giggled and walked to the bar.

'Yep, she's got it real bad that one does' Kevin thought.

As Kevin began scanning the room for any signs of danger he noticed that the patrons here pretty much kept to themselves. There were mingled conversations about the weather and this year's crop. The conversation that did interest him was one between an elderly man of about sixty and a younger woman in her mid thirties.

"I told you not to move down there Eva. I knew there would be trouble with those Serbs," he told her.

"I know Poppa. How many times do you want me to say I'm sorry and I was wrong?" Eva told her father.

"One thing is for sure Eva, the war will slowly progress north and Slovenia will be engulfed in another war. More than likely, the women and children will be raped before they are killed," he said and then took another drink of his beer.

"That's why we need to start another one of those underground railroads, like they had during the big war in '43," she told him.

Kevin was interrupted from the conversation as his little admirer sat his beer down on the table. He could tell the little girl, a young woman really, was extremely shy as she fidgeted next to him. When he pulled out more money than he needed, he handed it to her but held on to one end.

"Sorry beautiful, you only get a tip if you tell me what your name is," Kevin said with a bright smile.

She blushed and thought about it for a moment while biting her lower lip. Kevin thought she looked so cute and she'd make some guy very happy in about ten years.

"It's -- it's Alina," she basically breathed out instead of speaking, and then ran away with the generous tip.

Having teased the young girl enough, he turned his attention back to Eva and her father. It seemed they had no use for the Serbs, and maybe they knew of something happing around here that would lead to Pete.

Kevin Dvorska was a young werewolf by any standard of measure, so his senses were not as developed as say someone who was older and more experienced. One thing was for sure, when the man wearing black pants and jacket appeared at the door, Kevin knew who he was. Maybe the correct thing to say was -- what -- he was.

When Viljem Kordic locked eyes with Kevin, he spoke in a voice even lower than a whisper. He knew even at that tone, Kevin would hear every word.

"Please don't get up Mr. Dvorska. If we both change here in front of all these people, you know I will not permit them to live to tell about it," Viljem said.

Kevin made no reply as he put his hands on the table and sat still. His anger was swelling inside him as the werewolf who murdered his friends approached and sat down. Kevin tried to control it with every part of his being, but found it difficult.

"Finally, after all these years, I get to meet Kevin Dvorska. You truly have no idea how long I've waited for this Kevin. You don't mind if I call you Kevin, do you?" Viljem asked.

"Fuck you," Kevin said quietly.

"I think you are mistaken young man. Fuck you -- is the name of your friend that you are looking for," Kordic said with a laugh.

"Is Pete still alive?" he said and then quickly knew he fucked up.

"So it is Pete! Thank you for that small bit of information -- Kevin. The only thing he would say when I asked him his name was -- fuck you."

"No he got it right -- Viljem. What do you want with him?" Kevin said as he fought to control his anger.

"You misunderstand Kevin, it has nothing to do with -- Pete -- it has everything to do with you," Kordic told him.

Kevin was about to say something when Alina walked up. She took one look at Viljem Kordic and quickly moved closer to Kevin.

"Hello my dear. My, such a lovely young woman as our server, I feel honored. I'd like what my friend here is having, a cold beer please," Viljem said with a smile.

Alina looked at Kevin for the first time tonight, but this look was not of admiration -- it was fear.

"It's ok Alina, get the man a beer, he won't be staying long," he told her, but never took his eyes of the experienced werewolf.

"Thank you Kevin, that was very kind of you," he said as Alina ran off.

"So what do you want with me Kordic? I've done nothing to you -- yet," Kevin asked.

"That's another thing I like about you Americans, direct and to the point. You do not -- how you say it -- beat around the bush," he replied with a laugh.

"Fuck you and your humor. What do you want?"

"I wish it was something more warrior like, but simply put -- revenge," he said just as Alina was setting down his beer.

"Thank you sweetheart, I must say you're breath taking," he told her as he put some money on the table.

Alina quickly picked it up and then looked at Kevin. He gave her a wave of his hand, indicating she should leave them alone. As she darted off again, Kordic sniffed the air deeply and then looked at Kevin.

"She finds you very attractive Kevin. I'm sure with a little coaxing you could have her tonight. Can't you smell it on her, or are your senses not as developed as mine for a werewolf," he said and then took a drink of his beer.

"Fine you know what I am, good for you," he said and then leaned across the table.

"But if you harm one hair on her head, I'll change right here and rip your fucking heart out and feed it to you just before you die," he told him as he momentarily lost control of his anger.

Kordic sat his beer down on the table and stared at the young Seal. His plan was working perfectly. He knew the younger werewolf lacked the ability to control his anger and that would be his undoing.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 07



"Creatures like us are a rare breed. I would like to say through time you will learn to control yourself, but alas, you are running out of time quickly -- Kevin Dvorska," Kordic said as he starred down the Seal.

"Well if you're going to kill me, shouldn't I at least know why?" he asked as he sat back in his chair.

"You can not win in a battle against me so yes, you should know. For the death of my grandfather Wolfgang Gruber," he told him.

"I don't know if you realize this, but I didn't kill your grandfather stupid."

"That's right Kevin you didn't, but it took me a long time to find out who did -- Marta Dvorska. You see Kevin, when she killed Wolfgang she orphaned my father so to speak. His mother couldn't raise him alone, so she gave him up. My father was unable to be taught the ways of the wolf so he became a circus attraction to survive," he told him as he took another drink.

"Are you not going to drink with me Kevin? Where I'm from that is considered very rude indeed," Kordic said with a hint of sarcasm.

"So is taking out a whole Seal team for one man fuck wad," Kevin said as calmly as he could.

"You were supposed to be on that mission Kevin, so I had to improvise. I'd say it worked because you're here," Viljem said with a smile.

"Ok your dad was a circus freak, what does that have to do with me?" Kevin asked, trying to get back to the -- why -- of the story.

"I'm impressed on your ability to at least try to make me angry, good, very good. Anyway, my father's life was ruined, but he did manage to meet someone and have me. After she found out what he was she killed herself and my father passed not long afterwards. So you see Kevin, it all started with Marta Dvorska and I'm here to see that it ends with you," Kordic said.

"If you're waiting for me to feel sorry about your mom and dad, you should get another beer, you're gonna be here awhile," Kevin told him.

"Speaking of parents, how are yours Kevin? Luka and, what's your mother's name -- Elizabeth I believe. How are they?" Kordic asked.

"They died in a car accident a few months ago, but thanks for asking," Kevin lied.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry for your loss; you have my condolences Mr. Dvorska. It seems that we share a common bond, we have lost our parents and we are creatures of the night," he replied.

"Thanks shit head. Where's Pete?" Kevin asked trying to change the subject.

"Actually it's rather funny, given the fact of what we are. He is somewhere close by and I give you my word he is safe," Kordic said and then finished his beer.

Viljem Kordic stood up to leave, but before he did, he peered down at the younger werewolf.

"I'll be waiting for a while for you to find him, and when you do, I suggest that you come alone. I will give you time to convince your team leader, Adam Dawson, to return home. I also suggest that he takes that extremely stunning CIA operative with him. Yes I know about them Kevin."

"This is between you and I Kevin; if he comes along I will be forced to kill him. That is if he's doesn't faint from the sight of a werewolf. I can also assure you that I will take my time with -- Kristine. I find her very interesting indeed," Kordic told him.

"Fine, and after I kill you, I'm going to cut off your balls. There's a bounty on them," Kevin said tartly.

"Oh really, a bounty on my testacles. What are they going for if you don't mind me asking?"

"A twenty five year old bottle of scotch," Kevin replied.

"For a twenty five year old bottle of scotch, I'd turn them in myself," Kordic said.

As he walked towards the front door, Kevin had only one thought.

'Be my guest asshole.'

**********

Adam Dawson just stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself off. Kristine was still rinsing her hair as he wrapped the towel around his waist and tried to comb his hair in the fogged up mirror.

"You know I'm surprised Kevin isn't back yet. It's getting a little late and that's not like him," Dawson said.

"Maybe he heard you screaming and decided to stay downstairs and wait," she said as she poked her head out.

"Oh you're a regular riot Kristine. I wasn't the one always grabbing the pillow to keep quiet," he shot back.

"How about later tonight we can start round five. When Kevin goes to sleep, you can sneak into my room and take me -- you evil man you," Kristine said as she pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out.

"Jesus Kristine, I've heard of dying in the line of duty, but I don't think they meant being fucked to death," he said with a little laugh.

"Ummmm, I like the way you say -- fuck, it gets my -- cunt -- so damn wet," she replied as she got that possessed look again.

"Unbelievable, just unbelievable, I'm going down stairs to see if Kevin's here yet before I get raped," Adam said and then turned to leave.

"You can't rape the willing," she said softly as the door closed behind him.

Adam Dawson walked the few feet to his room to change and as he opened the door he saw Kevin. He was kneeling on the floor and quickly assembling one of the silenced MP5's they brought.

"Kevin what is it, did you find Pete?" he said quickly as he grabbed his pants.

"No, but I know where he is Adam," Kevin said as he slammed the magazine home.

"Well give me a fucking minute and I'll be ready," Adam said as he quickly got dressed.

Kevin stood up and looked at his team leader. Kordic was right; he had to do this alone. He knew if Adam went he'd use that fear against him, and he wouldn't stand a snowballs chance in Hell of surviving.

"You're not going L-tee, I have to do this alone. You need to take Kristine out of here and get back to Aviano as fast as you can. I'll try and get Pete out and then tell the guys to come get us," he said as he brushed past him.

Adam Dawson grabbed his arm roughly and spun him around to face him.

"You fucking hold on a second Dvorska! I'm in charge of this mission and I'm ordering you to tell me what the hell is going on -- right now!" he screamed at him.

"I meet Viljem Kordic tonight at Crook's Creek Pub, he has Pete and that's all you need to know. It's for your own safety."

"Holy shit, you're not taking on Kordic by yourself!" Adam yelled at him.

"I have to, it's the only way. He knows about you and Kristine. If you come with me, you won't be able to handle it and he'll kill you. I'm the only one with a chance to stop him. I can't tell you why, you just have to trust me Adam, please," Kevin said in a pleading voice.

Just then Kristine walked in the room and stared at the two arguing Seals. She was about to turn away when Kevin caught her attention.

"Kristine, he won't listen to me, so you have to. Get the fuck out of Predjama castle now. If you two wait, it'll end badly -- your cover is blown," he told her.

Adam Dawson still had a hold on Kevin's arm and he turned to look at his team leader.

"You mind letting go of my arm -- Sir?"

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on," Adam said as he tightened his grip.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I was allowed to tell you. Now let go!" Kevin screamed as he pulled his arm out of Dawson's hand.

"God damn it Kevin, you're not making any sense! How many beers did you have at that pub?" he screamed at him.

"Kevin, just tell us what's going on, we can help you, I promise," Kristine told him.

"I told you, I can't. Now get out of the way," he said, but Kristine slammed the door and locked it.

"If you want me out of the way, shoot me, but you're not leaving until you tell us what's going on," she said in a stern voice.

Kevin went over to small dressing table by the window and sat down. As he put his head in his hands he sat there and contemplated his options. He wondered if he alone could even pull it off against a more experienced werewolf.

"Trust me when I tell you, you won't survive something like Kordic," he mumbled.

"You mean someone like Kordic," Kristine corrected him.

"No I had it right the first time Kristine, something," Kevin said as he looked back up at her.

"I know he's a fucking monster Kevin, but I'm not afraid of Viljem Kordic," Adam added.

"Oh you got that right Boss, he is a monster," Kevin said and then paused.

Kevin Dvorska was about to break a promise that he made to his father, a promise that every Dvorska made and kept since the days of Baldomr Purgstall, and probably before that. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"What I'm about to tell you will seem unbelievable. The only one I can ever tell is my true love and hope that she accepts me for what I truly am," Kevin told them.

The lights in the room dimmed and then went bright again as he spoke. The small mirror that Kevin was sitting in front of suddenly shattered and fell to the desk. Kevin jumped up quickly before the first piece ever hit the table.

"Nice reflexes Kevin, but it looks like you pissed off Baldomr again," Kristine said.

"I'm sure I did, he knows what I'm about to do," Kevin said as he looked up to the ceiling.

"You can get pissed off if you want to Baldomr, it's the only way," he said out loud. 

"You were right about Kordic Boss, he's a monster. A monster with incredible senses and strength, just like me," he told them.

"I don't get it Dvorska, what do mean like you," Dawson asked.

"You can't rape the willing -- can you Kristine. I'm sure you two had fun and I hope it was enjoyable. You should get married and have lots of kids," Kevin said.

"I don't -- how did you..." Kristine tried to say.

"Because Kristine, I have the same incredible sense of hearing that Kordic does. I can also smell Mr. Dawson on you, even at this distance and after a shower."

"You can smell..." Adam asked in a bewildered tone.

"Remember my first try out as your point man Boss? I could smell the Jonny Walker Red on them," he told them.

"Ok, so you have a good sense of smell and better than normal hearing. What's that got to do with being a monster?" Adam asked.

"Kristine, do you believe we evolved from something other than human? I mean, you're a smart woman so you must have an opinion of it." Kevin asked point blank.

"Um -- sure, I, I guess so but..." she started to say.

"What about you Adam, do you believe in ghosts? Look what's happened in the last few minutes, how do you explain that," Kevin said as he pointed at the mirror.

"It's an old mirror Kevin, shit happens. Why don't you give me the MP5 and we can all go down stairs and discuss this calmly," Adam said.

"Sure thing Boss," Kevin said as he pulled the clip out and tossed the weapon on the bed.

"Kevin, you're loosing it. This is a direct order -- give me that fucking clip," Adam said sternly.

Kristine trembled ever so slightly and Kevin turned to look at her. On the outside she stood calm and collected, the inside was different.

"You shouldn't be afraid Kristine, I'm not the one who's going to hurt you," he told her.

"I'm not," she replied.

"Yes you are, I can smell the fear, and right now you reek of it. You two don't understand what Kordic is. He'll use your fear against you so that you're either too slow to react or just freeze up and then he has you. No human can help it, it's one of our greatest weapons," Adam told them.

"Kevin, this is your last warning, give me the clip," Adam said in a low voice.

"I don't think so Sir. Once this all comes out, I won't be a Seal anymore. The only thing that matters now is that you both get the fuck back to Italy," Kevin yelled.

"I don't leave my men behind, that includes you Dvorska!"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you. I'm not a man, I'm a..."

Suddenly the whole castle started to rumble. Kevin just stood there without emotion as Kristine grabbed the door handle and Adam placed his hand on the wall.

"Fuck off Baldomr! I'm trying to save their lives. Isn't that what were supposed to do, help the humans," he screamed.

"I'm not a man Adam, not a normal one anyway. I'm a -- werewolf," Kevin said and then waited for the normal response.

Adam Dawson stared at his point man in disbelief. He knew of a few Seals that had cracked under the weight of certain assignments. Kristine on the other hand chuckled softly to herself.

"I'm glad you find this amusing Kristine, it'll help," Kevin said with a fake smile.

"I'm sorry Kevin, I didn't mean to make fun..." she said as she tried hard not to laugh in his face.

"No need to apologize. From what my dad told me, my mother did the exact same thing," Kevin told her.

"Kevin, I'm going to get you some help. I'll tell the guys something else and they'll never know you had a breakdown. This will stay between you and me, I promise," he said as he walked towards Kevin.

"Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that. Please believe me when I tell you -- I will never hurt you. You just have to trust me on this one L-tee," Kevin said quietly.

"Kristine, please don't scream -- it'll hurt my ears a little."

Adam Dawson had moved to within a few feet of his once trusted point man, and then it happened. Within seconds, the spot where Kevin Dvorska stood was now occupied by a very large and muscular wolf with razor sharp claws and enormous canine teeth.

Kristine couldn't help but release the chilling high pitch scream, as the sight of the massive werewolf filled her vision. Kevin shook violently and growled at her as the ringing sensation ran through his head.

"What in the..." Adam screamed and then reached for the MP5 on the bed.

Kevin was there in seconds and with one powerful swipe of his large paw, knocked the gun away and tore the comforter to shreds. Adam recovered and reached for a small lamp that was on a table behind him. When he picked it up, he raised it like a bat and was ready to swing at the massive beast.

Kevin knew he had to calm them down, but he also needed them to get a good look at what they were up against and why they needed to leave. He slowly turned around and moved towards the window. After turning his head and looking at them, he lay down on the floor and placed his immense head against his front paws.

Kristine wanted to run away as fast as she could, but was frozen in place -- just as Kevin said she would.

"Kristine, you need to get out of here. I'll try and hold it off. Start the car and get ready for me to get out -- now," Adam told her.

"I -- I can't -- I can't move. Oh God, we're going to die," Kristine said as she started to cry.

Kevin whimpered softly as he watched the beautiful woman break down in tears. He wondered how Martina would act when he showed her.

"Kevin -- Kevin can you understand me?" Adam asked as he lowered the lamp a little.

Kevin Dvorska raised his eyes up to look at his old team leader. The sad face he had was no act as he knew his career as a Navy Seal was over.

"Kevin, now you said you weren't going to hurt us, but I don't know if you can understand me. Can you, can you understand me?" Adam asked as he put the lamp back on the table.

Kevin Dvorska got up off the floor as Dawson took a step back. As slowly as he could, Kevin walked towards Kristine. When she noticed the massive beast was walking towards her, she began to shake uncontrollably.

When he was directly in front of her Kevin placed the top of his brown head under her hand and lifted it slightly. When Kristine didn't do anything he repeated it as a dog would, trying to get attention from his owner.

With a great deal of effort she began to rub back and forth slowly. She knew at any moment this monster could rip her whole arm off in seconds. After a few moments when Kevin didn't react, she began to scratch his head. Kevin turned his head and allowed her to scratch behind his ear.

After a few moments of this he turned and walked towards Adam Dawson. When he stood in front of him he stared at Adam.

"Holy shit, is that really you Kevin?" Adam asked.

The massive werewolf gave him one more look and then shook his head yes as he sat obediently on the floor.

Adam Dawson slowly reached his hand out and felt the beast's head. He was in awe at the sight of such a powerful creature that was once his point man.

"My God Kevin, this can't be real. How long have you been..." he started to say but Kevin got up and moved away.

Suddenly the massive beast vanished and Kevin Dvorska once again stood in the center of the room. His clothes were now torn and ragged and he slumped to the floor in exhaustion. Adam quickly ran to him and held his tired teammate.

"Kevin are you ok? Come on buddy talk to me, talk to me Kev," he said in a worried voice.

"I'm ok L-tee. I'm not as experienced as Kordic at changing into a werewolf; it takes some getting used to. I was right about the scream though, that hurt like hell Kristine. I asked you nice enough not to do that," Kevin said weakly.

"Well excuse me Kevin. It's not everyday I find out that werewolves are real. What the hell did you expect?" she said in a sarcastic tone.

"I expected exactly what you two did -- freak out. That's why you two have to leave, Kordic will use that against you quickly. Your only chance is to get out while you can, I'll try to get Pete out," Kevin said as Adam helped him up.

"Actually shipmate, you and I are going to get Pete out. Now that I know what to expect, we can use that to our advantage. Given the speed that I saw you move, Viljem Kordic doesn't stand a chance," Adam told him.

"You don't get it Adam, he's a dangerous werewolf," Kevin said as he tried to reason with him.

"Yeah, and I'm a pissed off Navy Seal. They don't get much more dangerous than that," Adam replied as he held his point man.



They Walk Among Us Ch. 08



A heart felt thank you to Dawn, Misty and Cathy for your help throughout this story. There was no way to do this story without your guidance and help, and it has been an honor knowing you. Also a great big thank you to Amber and Sarah for the great idea on the battle scene, you two are awesome. Ok get ready people, it gets bumpy from here and please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times. Enjoy the ride.

*

Bob Holiday sat in a chair across from Neal Hawkins desk. He knew his CO was concerned about loosing even more men, but he also knew they had to get the Intel officer.

"Trying to capture this guy alive is really starting to piss me off Holiday. Do you have any leads on who's helping this -- Martina Duval?" Hawkins asked.

"No, not, yet but I have our guys working around the clock on her. You still haven't said what you want to do about Dawson and Dvorska. It's only a matter of time before one of their kill squads get up there," Bob said.

"I don't really have a choice here. Take two guys from Charlie and report to the flight line, you leave in thirty minutes," Hawkins said and then looked down at the photos of Predjama castle. 

**********

Adam assembled the M14 with the starlight scope and slammed the magazine home while Kevin finished getting dressed. When he finished chambering a round, he looked at Kevin.

"So did Kordic tell you where Pete was being held?" Adam asked.

"Not in so many words, he said it was funny because of where we are. Think about it Adam, he's a werewolf and what would be a great spot to hide out in if you were a werewolf?" Kevin replied.

"You've got to be kidding me. All this time he's been..." Adam said with amazement.

"You got it L-tee, right beneath our feet in the caves. He's been using the outside entrance with the wolf head around it as a hideout," Kevin told his astonished teammate.

"Shit, that explains the footprints you found on the way up the cliff the other night," Adam added.

"Yeah, Kordic must have changed after killing Bravo and carried Pete down to the cave," Kevin added.

Just then Kristine walked in with her own 9mm handgun and looked at the two Seals eagerly.

"Are you two ready to go yet?" Kristine asked.

"Yeah, but you're not going. The only thing you're going to do is get in that sedan out there and head for the Seal Compound in Aviano," Adam told her.

"Please Adam, there has to be something I can do to help you get your friend back," she begged.

"Yeah, get the hell out of here, that'll help a lot," Dawson shot back.

"Actually Kristine there is a way you can help. Go get the Lycanthrope Medallion and give it to me," Kevin said.

"The what?" she asked.

"The amulet downstairs, it's really called the Lycanthrope Medallion. It's been passed down for generations in my family and when it's worn next to the skin, it will strengthen all my senses and abilities. I might just have a chance against him," Kevin said.

"You mean all this time you knew what it was and you didn't tell us," Kristine said sternly.

"Come on Kristine, what did you want me to say? By the way Adam, this is a werewolf medallion and we use it to get stronger so we can kill humans. Yeah Kristine, that would have went over well," he said with a little laugh.

"Fine, I'll go get it smartass," she said and then walked out of the room.

"By the way Adam, that M14 wouldn't do any good on Kordic after he changes, except to piss him off," Kevin said.

"Probably, but if we go down unarmed he'll realize that I know he's a werewolf, We could loose the edge we need. We have to keep him off balance for you to have a chance to kill him," Adam told him.

"You have a point. Are you ready to go L-tee?" Kevin said as he grabbed the discarded MP5.

"Let's head down and get your medallion, then we can," Adam said as he turned to leave the room.

When the two of them made it to the lower study, they found Kristine heading out with the ancient relic. After handing it to Kevin, she looked at the man who just hours ago, had given her the strongest orgasms she ever experienced.

"Please be careful Adam, I don't want..." Kristine said as she started to tear up.

"Hey, who was it that said no strings," Adam reminded her.

Kristine grabbed him tightly and buried her face in his powerful chest.

"Um -- you two need a moment, or a maybe a room?" Kevin asked.

Kristine began to whimper softly as the thought of him being ripped to pieces flashed through her mind.

"Hey Kristine, don't worry, I'll bring him back. You have my word as a Seal that I will," Kevin told her as he tried to calm her down.

She released him and looked at Kevin with wet eyes. "You better Kevin or your great, great grandfather Baldomr will be pissed," she said.

"Come on Kristine, get off the ghost stories," Adam said as he walked to the front door.

"Not to take her side Adam, but thirty minutes ago you didn't believe in werewolves either," Kevin said with a laugh.

**********

Bob Holiday and the rest of Alpha fire team stowed their gear and chambered rounds in their respective weapons. He surveyed the area for signs of any danger and looked at his team.

"Carl, take point, Doc you're on the rear guard, V-man, take the left," he told them quietly.

The team didn't have to acknowledge him as they all turned and got into position. The six Navy Seals headed off into the night on their way to Predjama castle. There was no way any of them were going to loose any more teammates in this shit hole.

**********

Adam and Kevin peered down the long dark corridor. It was an eerie sight.

"You got anything Dvorska," Adam asked.

"Just a faint hint Boss, I could get more if I changed," Kevin said as he shined the flashlight against the walls.

"That wouldn't be a good idea, stick with the game plan. Now lead on my little werewolf friend," Adam replied quietly.

The two Navy Seals descended deeper into the dark cave as they raised their weapons to a firing position. About a hundred yards ahead of them they came to a split in the cave and Adam shined his light down each tunnel.

"Which way is it, Kev?" Adam asked.

"It's this way Boss, I can smell some blood down there," he replied.

"Makes it pretty easy with that nose of yours," Adam told him.

"That, and the fact that a power line is running along the wall going that way," Kevin said as he shined his light down.

"That helps too," Adam said, feeling a little stupid.

They continued down the tunnel for another hundred yards until they noticed that some light was coming from ahead of them. Adam raised his starlight scope up to his eye and peered through it.

"You got anything L-tee," Kevin said.

"No, it looks like maybe a room of some sort, but that's all I can see. Are you sure Kordic is going to be there? For all we know he's up at the castle with Kristine, if she hasn't left yet," Adam asked.

"He's up ahead of us, and he's somewhere close. That room is probably where he's keeping Pete," Kevin replied.

The two Seals walked slowly and carefully towards the room. If Adam had a shot before Kordic changed he was going to take it and hopefully end this quickly. As they entered the room they found Pete. He was unconscious and tied to a chair. Adam could make out two cables taped to his chest.

'That explains the power surges in the castle, electric torture,' Adam thought to himself.

Kevin scanned the room also and found that the oddly shaped room with its rough walls had another opening at the back. It turned quickly to the right and probably led to the other entrance in the castle, or somewhere else farther to the surface.

"Kevin, get Pete and let's get the fuck out of here," Adam whispered.

"I wish I could Boss, but look under his chair," Kevin replied.

Adam looked and saw that some sort of explosive device was placed on the bottom of Pete's chair. Adam wasn't expecting this sudden twist and considered his options quickly, as he was running out of time to escape without a fight.

"See what you can do about disarming it, we need to get out of here -- soon," Adam said.

Kevin Dvorska took a few steps towards Peter Newman, and then he knew this was all just a setup.

"That would not be my first choice of action Mr. Dvorska," Viljem Kordic said as he emerged from the other entrance.

Adam quickly swung his weapon towards the threat and was prepared to fire, when he noticed the push button dead man trigger in his hand.

"That would not be a wise choice either Mr. Dawson. Given the size of this room, it is very unlikely you would survive. I am quite disappointed in you Kevin. I was really hoping that we could settle this as gentlemen, so to speak," Kordic said.

"Sorry to let you down dick head, he wouldn't let me go alone," Kevin told him as he moved back away from Pete.

"I don't think you tried hard enough, it seems you hold little value on his life. Tell me, did you at least get that lovely specimen of a woman to leave?" Kordic asked.

"Yes, she's gone, and no matter what happens to us you'll never get your hands on her," Kevin said with a hint of anger.

"Pity, I was so looking forward to meeting her. Now Mr. Dawson, if you would be so kind as to throw your weapon over here, I think we can get started, you too Kevin," Kordic said with a smile.

"You're pretty well mannered for a sick fucking monster," Adam said as he tossed the M14 over.

"I think monster is such a vulgar term for people like us. Don't you agree Kevin?" he said.

"Usually yes, but I can make an exception in your case Kordic," Kevin replied as he joined his MP5 with Dawson's weapon.

"I'll make you a deal Kordic. Let Mr. Dawson take Pete out and I'll stay and take his place. They have nothing to do with this," Kevin said.

"I gave you that chance already. It would appear that you are not as capable as I had hoped for. So no, their deaths will be on your hands Kevin, at least for a short while longer," he told him.

"Mr. Dawson, has Kevin ever told you what he is," Kordic asked as he put the dead man switch down on the ground.

"Yeah, he's a United States Navy Seal," Adam said.

"No Mr. Dawson that's his job. He's actually..." Kordic said but was cut off by Kevin.

"Kordic don't, it's me you want not them," he said quickly.

"My dear Kevin, manners are everything. It is very rude to interrupt your elders when they are speaking," Viljem said.

"Don't do it, please," Kevin said pleadingly.

"Kevin, werewolves do not beg. It's so beneath us," he replied.

"What?" Adam asked.

"Werewolves Mr. Dawson, that's what Kevin and I are. A very rare breed of humans that are above you," Kordic replied.

"Damn Kordic, I was wrong when I said you were a monster. You're actually insane, like off the crazy chart insane," Adam replied with a laugh.

"As much as I would love to have a philosophical discussion with you Mr. Dawson, I have waited long enough for my revenge. Goodbye Mr. Dvorska, please give my regards to your parents," Kordic told him.

Suddenly Viljem Kordic changed into a very large black beast that stared angrily at Adam Dawson. What he didn't expect was for him to move over to Kevin and look back at him.

"Wow that was -- just -- fucking -- amazing! Really, you should team up with the Circus with that trick, bravo," Adam exclaimed as he began to clap.

"Hey Kev, is this the part where I'm supposed to be frozen with fear, and trembling for my life," Adam asked.

"Um -- I guess, but I wouldn't start yet, maybe there's more," Kevin said.

The large black werewolf roared loudly and drool dropped from his large mouth.

"See, I told you there was more L-tee," Kevin said with a smile.

The now confused Viljem Kordic stared at the two men who were laughing at him. He didn't know why Adam Dawson wasn't running for the tunnel in utter fear.

"Sorry to bust your bubble there buddy, Kev let me in on your secret," he said.

"I must say Mr. Kordic; I am quite disappointed in your appearance. I was hoping for so much more. Yes, quite disappointed indeed," Adam said in a mocking voice. 

Suddenly Kevin changed and now a large brown werewolf stared down the evil monster.

"I tell you what Kordic; I got five bucks on my point man here. I just wish Pete was awake to see this. Oh by the way, when Kevin rips your fucking throat out, I'm gonna collect the bounty on your balls. I would say if you don't mind, but you'll be history anyway -- so who really cares," Adam told him.

Kordic's anger grew inside him as the pathetic human laughed at him. With a powerful lunge that surprised even Adam, he leapt towards him with lightning speed. Kevin was closer so he had the advantage and slammed his body into the attacking werewolf.

Kordic was slammed against the wall and Adam could hear the air rush out of the bruised werewolf. Seeing his chance, Adam ran over to where the M14 was lying on the ground. Kevin moved over where he was between Kordic and Dawson and waited for the next attack.

"Looks like my bet's going to pay out Kordic, Kevin's pretty fast too. Must be all that Seal training he got. What do you think?" Adam asked mockingly. 

Kordic growled in disapproval and shook violently as his anger grew inside him.

"Oh poor guy, you're all upset. How about a nice dog bone, or maybe a game of fetch?" he said.

Kordic once again launched his massive body at him but Kevin blocked him in mid-flight. As the two wolves clawed and nipped at each other, Adam raised the M14 and looked for a clear shot but Kevin was in the way. Suddenly Kevin howled in pain as Kordic finally got his teeth into Kevin's shoulder.

Seeing an opportunity, Kordic jammed his claws into Kevin's side and threw him across the room. When he hit the wall, Kevin let out a low moan of pain. Adam knew he had to act quickly and fired a three round burst into Kordic's muscular chest. Kordic growled at the Seal, and even though it hurt, he was unaffected in his ability to fight.

Kevin knew his teammate was in a bad position so he got up and lunged at Kordic. Kevin was too slow as the wolf quickly turned and hit him with a powerful slash of his razor sharp claw. Kevin couldn't help it, as he slammed against the other wall of the cave and slumped to the ground.

Kordic now turned his anger on the lone Navy Seal, Adam Dawson. He lunged at him with a fury for disrespecting his true self. As he crashed into Dawson, he lost the grip on his M14 and landed hard against the rocky cave floor.

Viljem Kordic had one large paw on the Seals chest, making it hard for Adam to catch his breath. Kevin saw that he was about to go in for the kill, and even with his broken ribs, he was able to let out a growl at Kordic.

He ignored the pathetic young werewolf and was about to rip Adam Dawson's throat out, when he heard the load roar from the other end of the room. Kordic quickly turned and saw a massive black werewolf standing just off to the side of the room's entrance. 

Kordic was confused at the sudden appearance of the new werewolf, but he knew he had to deal with the new threat first before killing the two seals. He quickly moved to the center of the room and roared loudly at the other wolf. To his credit, he just stared back with piercing eyes.

**********

Fire team Alpha gathered outside the entrance of Predjama castle. When Bob Holiday checked the door, he found it was unlocked. He nodded at his team and then quickly entered the foyer, sweeping left and right for any threats. As the team followed him, they broke up into groups and separated. Everyone reported clear except for Carl and Doc who had entered the lower study.

"Down on the ground -- now!" Carl screamed at the woman who was looking on in amazement at the two darkly clothed men.

Bob Holiday rushed in and stared at the frightened woman, as he pointed his MP5 directly at her head.

"Name -- now!" he said in a rough voice.

"Kristine, Kristine Duka, I'm the curator. Trust me I'm on your side," she said in a trembling voice.

"Where are they Lady?" Bob asked.

"They went into the cave outside. That's where he has your friend Pete. They went to rescue him."

"Who has Pete?" Carl asked her as he lowered his M14 so it was pointed at her chest.

"Viljem Kordic. Please, you must believe me. You have to get down there now and help them," she pleaded with them.

"Johnson, Barber, secure her and watch the front for any visitors. If anyone one else shows up, take them out," he told the two Seals from Charlie.

"Where's this cave?" Bob asked as he stared down the sights of his weapon.

"Out the door, about seventy five yards to the left, hurry," Kristine said with a cracked voice.

"Carl, find it. Everyone else on me," Holiday told his team as they exited the castle.

**********

Kevin looked over at the other werewolf and thought about how he was going to be able to fight off two of them in the condition he was in. He silently said his apologies to his ancestors for being so weak, and hoped that at least his father would understand what happened.

Kordic lunged at the intruder with all his might as the larger black werewolf did the same. When Kordic opened his powerful jaws and prepared to sink his teeth into the wolf's flesh he was suddenly surrounded in a black mist. Being momentarily confused, he passed through the mist and slammed head first into the cave wall.

Kevin looked on in bewilderment as the black mist hovered in the center of the room. Suddenly a face began to emerge from the darkness, a face that he had seen countless times in the mirror.

Baldomr Purgstall looked down at his great, great grandson and smiled. It was neither a smile of hello or joy; it was the smile of admiration, a smile that a parent would give a child after completing high school or even college.

"What in the..." Adam Dawson mumbled as he stared at the face in the mist.

Kordic shook his head, trying to get his vision clear again. When he turned to attack the other wolf, he saw that the mist had dissipated and he was once again alone with Dvorska and his teammates. He could feel the blood slowly soaking his fur from the gash on his head but he was determined to carry on and kill the two Seals, along with their friend.

As Kordic passed Kevin he looked at the injured wolf and instantly head butted him in his broken ribs. Kevin howled in pain and weakly swung a claw at him, it landed harmlessly against his shoulder.

He turned to look at Dawson who was trying to move away from the entrance. Suddenly a light brown werewolf appeared from the now vacant tunnel entrance. This smaller one seemed feistier as it clawed the cave floor. When it roared at him, Kordic knew he had a fight on his hands with this one.

Just before he went after the new threat, he felt three bullets pierce the side of his body. Once again he growled at the displeasure. The brown werewolf took a step forward and showed its large teeth to Kordic. This time Viljem Kordic took a different approach and charged full speed at the small brown werewolf.

Strangely enough, it stood its ground and waited for the attack. The last few feet, Kordic opened his powerful arms and grabbed the brown wolf, but he was surprised once again as he tried to grab onto the mist that took its place. He slammed into the wall hard and felt his shoulder crack under the immense force.

Kevin looked on as the battle ensued, and Kordic was once again injured by his own actions. As the brown mist danced around, another face emerged to gaze lovingly at him.

'Grandma Marta,' he thought to himself.

The face then turned to look at Adam Dawson, who was leaning up against the cave wall. Adam could only stare in disbelief as she nodded, and then vanished into the brown mist.

Viljem Kordic slowly walked out of the entrance with a noticeable limp and tried to focus on Adam Dawson, but blood had now run down one of his eyes. As he moved towards him, he saw Kevin gingerly get up and face him. He was in no shape to take him on, so Kordic ignored him. He could stand there and watch, as his friend was torn to pieces.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 08



Another low growl came from behind him as Kordic turned to look at it. What he saw this time was a larger brown werewolf with graying hair. He wasn't going to be fooled again by whatever tricks Dvorska and Dawson were playing on him. He turned to look at Dawson who was raising his M14 up, but before he could react something hit his side.

'How in the hell did my dad find us?' Kevin thought as he watched his father slam his body just beneath Kordic's shoulder blade.

The two werewolves landed hard against the wall and Luka Dvorska knew he caused a serious injury as he heard the other shoulder break in two. Even though he made Kordic mostly immobile, it did not come without a price. Luka Dvorska felt a sharp pain in his massive neck as he released a haunting whimper.

Kordic tried to stand up, but he could only do it on three paws as he looked over at the injured werewolf. He didn't know why this one hadn't vanished, but he was going to see to it that it didn't take another breath and opened his powerful jaws.

Kevin saw this and with the last ounce of strength he had, he lunged at Kordic and slammed him against the wall for the fourth time during the battle. Viljem Kordic howled in pain as he felt his ribs crack and slumped to the floor.

It seemed the power of the Lycanthrope Medallion was flowing through him, as he found the strength for one more blow. Kevin bit into the throat of the once powerful Viljem Kordic and ripped it clean from his massive torso. As the life force slipped away from his enemy, Kevin Dvorska had one single thought.

'Give my regards to your grandfather, Viljem.'

Now that the fight was over, Kevin changed back to human form and collapsed on the floor. When he looked at his father, he was up, but moving gingerly.

"Dad, Jesus Dad, please be ok," Kevin told him.

Luka Dvorska walked up and brushed his massive head against Kevin's hand, letting him know he was going to be fine. Luka then looked over at Adam, who was staring in awe at the mostly grey wolf.

"Mr. Dvorska I presume, nice to finally meet you Sir. Thanks for the help," Adam said politely.

Luka growled softly at the Navy Lieutenant, as he now knew the hidden secret of the Dvorska family. 

"I know you can understand me Mr. Dvorska, Kevin already let me in on the secret. I can assure you Sir, your secret is safe with me. I swear on my Trident that I will never tell another living soul about you or your family," he told him as he placed his weapon on the ground.

As Viljem Kordic turned back to human form, Luka turned his head quickly at the approaching sound. He took one more look at his only son, and darted out the back entrance of the room.

Just mere seconds after Luka Dvorska vanished into the darkness; Carl Werner entered the room and moved to the right. He was followed by Bob Holiday who moved along the left wall and then Doc and V-man entered and moved to the center.

"Clear," Carl yelled.

"Clear," Bob said.

"Clear," Doc and V-man said in unison.

"Hi Bob, what took you guys so long? You missed all the fun," Kevin said with a painful laugh.

"Doc, help Kevin," Bob ordered as he went over to Pete.

"Easy Bob, he's got a bomb under his seat," Adam told him.

"Carl, get on it," he said as he went over to his team leader.

"You ok Boss?" Holiday asked.

"Yeah, just bruised all over Bob, you know you have impeccable timing. We do all the work and you show up at the end of the party," he said as Holiday helped him up. 

"I guess I'm getting slow in my old age, maybe it's time to retire and take up fishing," Bob said and then looked over at the body of Viljem Kordic.

He walked over and looked down at the dead body without a throat, and then looked back at Adam.

"Is that who I think it is Adam?" Bob Holiday asked in astonishment.

"Yep, and before we leave, we're taking his nuts with us. We have to get out of this cave and radio back. I think we're done with this op, and I really need a break. While we're doing that, I think a twenty five year old bottle of scotch is in order."

"Carl, how's it going over there, L-tee wants to move," Bob said.

"Another minute and I got it," Carl said as he clipped wires.

"Doc?"

"He'll be ok Chief. Some broken ribs and bleeding, but he'll live," he replied.

"V-man, check Kordic for any Intel," Bob said.

When Dan Vasquez checked the body, the only thing he found was a wallet in his back pocket. He pulled it out and tossed it over to Bob Holiday who opened it, and stared at the picture of Viljem Kordic on his wedding day.

He handed it over to Dawson who looked at it and shook his head. He knew he couldn't say anything so he looked at his team chief and indicated to keep quite about the find.

Within moments all the Seals were able to leave, including Peter Newman. Carl took point and led the men out of the cave and to the surface above. Adam Dawson got the distinct privilege of being the one to carry Viljem Kordic's testacles out of Predjama cave.

**********

Petty Officer Barber knelt by the entrance to the small study, as Johnson was a little bit farther down the hall with his MP5 trained on the front door. Kristine was seated on the antique love seat with zip ties around her wrists and ankles and had a very concerned look on her face.

"Please, you have to believe me, I'm a CIA operative. We're supposed to be on the same side..." Kristine pleaded.

"Right now we have two of our guys in danger because they were compromised. One more sound out of you and I'll duct tape that mouth of yours shut," Barber said sternly.

"Asshole," Kristine said under her breath.

"I warned you Lady," Barber growled as he got up and pulled a small roll of tape out of his pocket.

As he approached Kristine he pulled a strip off, but stopped when he heard a voice outside.

"Charlie, Alpha is coming in hold your fire," Bob said and then opened the door slowly.

"Give us a hand you two, we've got wounded," he said as he helped Adam Dawson inside and into the study.

"Adam!" she screamed.

Kristine couldn't stop herself as she got up and started hopping towards Adam.

"Barber, get that shit off her, she's on our side," Adam said.

"Aye, Aye Sir," Barber replied and pulled his side cutters out.

When she was finally free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. Bob Holiday looked on in amazement as the smokin hot lady smashed herself against his team leader.

"Um -- nice to see you again too Kristine, but people are looking and that really hurts," Adam told her.

"I can't believe you two did it, you really did it!" Kristine said as she released him.

"Yeah, well -- um, we sort of had some help with Kordic," Adam said quietly.

"I don't understand, help from who?" she said with a puzzled look.

"I'll tell you about it later, go say hi to Kev," he replied with a smile.

She quickly went over to where Johnson was working on Kevin's dressings and Doc was checking his vitals.

"Hi handsome, looks like you gave as good as got," she said as she brushed back his hair.

"Let's just say in runs in the family and leave it at that," Kevin said.

"I'm sure it does Mr. Dvorska, I'm quite sure of it," Kristine replied with a huge smile.

"Um -- Kristine, about my family, I..." he started to say.

"You'll never have to worry Kevin. A true lady never reveals her secrets," Kristine replied as she kissed his forehead.

Kevin reached up and pulled the Lycanthrope Medallion from around his neck and handed it to her.

"Kevin that's yours, take it home and save it for your children," Kristine told him as she laid it back down on his chest.

Carl Werner saw the medallion and was stunned at what she just told him.

"Holy shit Kev, that's yours? That thing must be worth thousands," he exclaimed.

Kristine and Kevin looked at each other for a few moments and then started laughing at his remarks.

"Oh, oh man that hurts to laugh," Kevin said as he winced in pain.

"Take it easy Kev, you're wrecking all my hard work," Doc ordered him.

"Sorry Doc. Kristine, I want you to have this. No one would ever guess that you have it, so I know it'd be safe -- please," he told her as he folded her fingers over it and squeezed her hand.

"Hey Adam, I just got off the horn with base. The bird will be here in forty-five minutes west of town. We gotta get a move on," Bob Holiday said.

"Ok Bob, get Pete and Kevin out first, you and I will play loose trail behind them," Adam told him.

"You heard the man, get them up and moving. V-man, we'll be five minutes behind you," Bob told them as they picked up the wounded and began filtering out.

Then Bob Holiday looked over at his Lieutenant who was getting his shoulder massaged by Kristine.

"Um -- I guess I'll just wait outside Adam. You know, make sure the guys are heading west and not north," Holiday said.

"Thanks Bob, I'll be right out," Adam replied.

After he closed the front door, Adam Dawson turned and pulled Kristine into his arms and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss with the same urgency and passion. Soon Adam pulled away and looked into her pleading eyes.

"Now where was I before I left, oh yeah, no strings," Adam told her.

"Fine no strings, we'll just be friends with benefits," Kristine said with a smile.

"Come on Kristine, let's be realistic about this. I'm in Aviano and you're in Predjama, it's just too complicated to think about it. We had a great time, and then I had to go off and kill Kordic. That's my life, and it's rough on a relationship," he told her.

"Try and stay in touch if you can. I'll never forget you Adam Dawson," she said as her voice cracked.

He kissed her once more and then forced himself to walk out the front door.

"You ok Adam?" Bob asked as he looked at him.

"Yeah, guys like us don't deserve someone like that. I guess that's what they call being married to the job," Adam said with a hint of sadness.

"If that's the case, I'll sign the damn divorce papers now," Bob replied with a laugh.

"Come on, we have a ride to catch," Adam told him and then walked off into the night with Bob Holiday on his tail.

CJSOTF Seal Compound, Aviano Italy, one week later.

Adam Dawson sat across from his Commanding Officer, Neal Hawkins, and thumbed through the thick file on Martina Duval. During the last week and a half they had compiled a lot of information on her, and the newly discovered contact within the compound.

"Have you told him yet," Neal asked as he puffed on a thick cigar.

"No, and she doesn't know we're back. Dvorska's been on lock down in the hospital and pretty much kept busy with the debriefing. He is supposed to get out today and has orders to come here first," Adam told him.

"Speaking of the debriefing, I read your version of the after action report. From what I can tell, it was two Seals against the head of the Serbian Secret Police. From the injuries you and Kevin sustained, it seems a little far fetched that he did that much damage," Hawkins said as he looked at Adam over the top of his glasses.

"Neal, I swear on my Trident, he was a lot stronger than he looked. By the way, how's Pete doing?" Adam asked.

"He got it pretty good Adam. He can't remember anything after the HALO and when he came to in the hospital. More than likely he'll be out on a medical discharge," Neal said sadly.

"That fucking sucks, he was a good team leader," Adam complained.

"How'd the rookie do?" Hawkins asked.

"He saved my life," Dawson replied and sat up a little straighter in his chair.

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Enter," Hawkins yelled.

"Sir, Petty Officer Dvorska reporting as ordered Sir," Kevin said as he stood at attention.

"At ease Dvorska, you've earned the right to just come in. Have a seat Seal," Hawkins said, and pointed to the chair next to Adam.

"I've read all the reports about the op in Predjama. From what I gather you pretty much took on Kordic by yourself," he said.

"Sir I can..." Kevin started to say.

"Save it Kevin. The only advice I'd give you is that we never work alone," Hawkins added.

"Yes Sir, I figured that out in the cave," Kevin said with a hint of admiration.

"Kevin, I want you to know that I'm proud of you, but what I'm about to tell you is going to hurt a hell of a lot more than those ribs of yours," Neal told him.

"After the last few days I feel I can handle anything Sir," Kevin said proudly.

Adam Dawson handed the file over to his point man and allowed him to read the latest Intel on Martina Duval. When he became visibly shaken, he looked over at Adam.

"She couldn't have known about Predjama, I never said a word -- I swear," Kevin said.

"I know Kev, but it seems a girl named Katharine saw your photos when you knocked her down. She was Martina's contact inside the compound," Adam informed him.

"This doesn't make sense. Why would she set us up? She has nothing to gain from any of this," Kevin said in dismay.

"Neal, can I have the room for a few minutes?" Dawson asked.

"Sure, I need some more coffee anyway," he replied and then quickly left the room.

"I'm telling you Adam, this makes no sense whatsoever, she couldn't be into all this shit," Kevin said as he tried to reason with him.

"V-man got this off Kordic, it's the only Intel he had on him," he said as he handed Kevin the wallet.

When Kevin opened the wallet he couldn't believe his eyes. The anger quickly raged within him and he shook violently as he stared at the photo of a younger Viljem Kordic. Standing next to him was a smiling, younger version of Martina Duval in a white wedding dress.

"Kevin, take it easy. I know this must be hard on you, but in our line of work this shit happens," Adam said as he tried to calm him down.

"Yeah, maybe to other people who are fucking normal, but not a werewolf," he screamed.

"Keep your damn voice down Dvorska! You're a God damn Navy Seal, the only easy day was yesterday -- remember?" Adam said in a commanding voice.

"Yes -- Sir -- I remember, Sir."

Adam Dawson stood up and towered over the young Navy Seal with glaring eyes.

"Fuck you Dvorska! If you can't learn from your mistakes so you can be a better Seal, then you've got no business being one! You've got sixty seconds to make up your mind," he told him.

"Fucking bitch," Kevin said under his breath.

"Yeah, they all are. That's we don't have lives Kevin, we have each other. That's the way it's always been, we're you're family," Adam said a little softer.

"Well if that's the case, I can tell you right now -- I quit. There is no way I'm having sex with Werner," Kevin replied with a small laugh.

"I'm sure he'll be relieved to know that. Now do you want some pay back or not, you don't have to do this. I'm offering it to you because you saved my life, and I owe you at least that much. How would you like to be the one to tell her, that her husband's nuts are over there on the shelf?" Adam asked with a smile.

"Can we do this my way?" Kevin asked.

"I'm all ears Dvorska, I'm all ears," Adam said and leaned against his commander's desk.

**********

Adam and Kevin exited the car and Dawson turned to look at his team Chief.

"Remember Bob, no matter what happens, no matter what you hear, no one goes in until I say so -- no one," Adam ordered.

"Don't worry about the spooks Boss, they won't move an inch without my say so," Bob said about the CIA operatives.

The two Navy Seals walked towards the front door, but before reaching it Adam stopped and looked at Kevin who was carrying a small bag.

"You sure you want to do it this way? You might have a hard time controlling your temper," Adam asked.

"It's something I have to prove to myself. I'll be fine, really," he replied and continued walking.

Martina Duval sat on the couch with her legs tucked under her perfectly shaped ass, as she flipped through the channels on the TV. She couldn't help but wonder about her husband. Now that he's killed Kevin, why didn't he contact her and bring her home?

The knock on the door broke her thoughts as she tossed the remote on the couch and went to the door. When she opened it and saw Adam and Kevin standing there, her breath caught in her throat. It was a full ten seconds before she even said anything.

"Um -- Kevin, Adam -- what are -- you're finally back from Germany. We'll it's about time; I was starting to get lonely. Come on in and sit down. I made some tea if you want some, or maybe a beer," Martina said, as she moved back towards the couch.

"No thanks Martina, we have to meet up with the guys over at the Enlisted Club and drink up some scotch," Adam told her.

"Kevin, you don't look well sweetheart, why don't you come sit with me honey," she said.

"I can't, like L-tee said, we have to get going. We thought we'd stop by and give you a gift we picked up," Kevin replied.

"Oh, what a sweetheart you are, thinking of me and getting me a present. I'll have to think of a way of repaying the favor later tonight," Martina said with a sultry voice.

Kevin's anger was growing, but he still had control -- for now. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old wallet, then tossed it to her. Martina stared at him oddly and wondered why he would get her a wallet.

Martina Duval opened the wallet, and her heart stopped beating for just a split second. There was only one way they could have gotten this, but it didn't seem possible. As the realization that her husband, Viljem Kordic was dead, it hit her. The rage swelled up inside her.

"You're a son of a bitch! I hope you both rot in hell!" Martina screamed and moved to the center of the room.

"Why? I just want to know why," Kevin said as he tried to stay calm.

"Because my husband was a great man, unlike you -- you freak," she yelled.

"Do you know what he is Adam? Do you know what kind of -- freak -- he is?"

"You call him a freak one more time bitch, and I'll add your tits to your husband's balls that are sitting on a shelf back at the compound," Adam said through clenched teeth.

"You fucking freak!" she screamed.

In the blink of an eye Kevin transformed into a massive brown wolf and leapt at the woman who betrayed him. Just before he hit her, she let out a spine-chilling scream.

**********

The two CIA spooks reached for the door handles of the sedan and opened the doors.

"You two even think about moving and the last thing that'll go through your minds will be a 9mm bullet. Close the doors -- now."

**********

Kevin Dvorska had one large powerful paw on the center of Martina's chest. The anger of being humiliated and used was too much for the young werewolf to control, and he started to tremble. When he showed his large sharp teeth, Adam knew Kevin was loosing it.

"Kevin -- Kevin don't, we need her alive," he said as he quickly moved over next to Kevin.

Adam Dawson's words drifted away as numerous flashes from Kevin's past entered his mind.

**********

He stood in the shower after just making first string on the junior varsity football team. As he washed his hair, a few of the seniors came in and hung their towels up and stepped into the hot water.

"Hey Frank, check out Dvorska," one of them said.

"Jesus Dvorska, I didn't think they let mutants on the team.

**********

Kevin sat in the back seat of his car, while Mary Jennings unzipped his pants and started to pull his hard cock out. He was excited about finally getting laid, and hoped he didn't stain her Prom dress too much. Mary pulled the throbbing cock out and gasped in shock.

"What the hell? What are you, some kind of freak or something?" she said, and then ran out of the car.

**********

Kevin, please you have to listen to me. I know this is hard buddy, and she deserves to have her face ripped off, but damn it Kevin you're a Navy Seal. We don't kill for personal gain, it's not who we are," Adam Dawson said, as he placed his hand on the massive back of the young werewolf.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 08



**********

Luka Dvorska picked up his young son after he had changed back to human form, and held him close.

"Dad, what -- I don't understand, I'm a monster," Kevin said, as the tears flowed down his face.

"No you're not Kevin. You're something special, something very special Son. You will have a great deal of power as you get older, but there's something you have to always remember. A rule that has been passed down for generations in our family," Luka said.

"Always remember that with great power, comes an even greater responsibility. Always use your gift to help people, not hurt them. Swear it to me Kevin," Luka said.

"I swear Dad, I'll never hurt anyone," Kevin said weakly.

**********

Kevin Dvorska stood in his dress white uniform, as the Commanding Officer of the Seal Training Command stood in front of him and pinned the large gold Seal Trident on his chest.

"The United States Navy takes great pleasure in presenting the Seal Trident pin to Electricians Mate Second Class Kevin Dvorska. May he wear it with pride," the announcer said over the PA system.

"Nice job Dvorska, you're going to make a hell of a Seal out in the fleet. I'd be proud to serve right along side with you Son," the Captain said.

**********

"God damn it Kevin, I know you can hear me. I said stand down, that's an order Seal," Adam Dawson said sternly.

In an instant, the human form of Kevin Dvorska rolled off to the side and lay on the soft carpet. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, as the memories faded into the darkness.

"Stop screaming Adam, I'm not deaf you know," Kevin said with a laugh.

"Christ Kevin, you had me worried there for a moment," Adam said as he helped his teammate up.

When he let go of Kevin to see if he could stand on his own, Martina tried to get up and make a run for the door. With lightning speed, Adam Dawson backhanded her across the side of her face. Martina Duval spun around with such force, that she crashed loudly into the coffee table and lay on the floor in a daze.

"Go to the kitchen and get changed, hurry up," Adam said as he handed the bag to Kevin.

"Be right back Boss," Kevin said and then left the room.

Adam moved to the front door and opened it, signaling Bob Holiday and the two CIA guys to come in. He then went over to Martina who was holding the side of her now bruised face.

"That was for Pete and the rest of Bravo -- but you deserve worse," Adam told her.

Bob holiday came in holding the 9mm Sig and quickly checked the room, as the CIA guys followed him in.

"Martina, these nice gentlemen are going to take you back to the compound and ask you some questions. Enjoy the rest of your life, what's left of it anyway," he told her as the men grabbed her arms and lifted her up.

Just then Kevin emerged from the Kitchen carrying three beers, and smiled at Martina.

"It's a good thing you're bi-sexual. It'll come in handy where you're going -- sweetheart," Kevin told her.

"You don't know what he is, God damn it you don't know what he is! He's a werewolf, he's a fucking monster! I'm telling you the truth damn it, he's a fucking werewolf!" Martina screamed as they dragged her away.

"Yeah, and I'm the Easter Bunny, come on lady," one of the CIA guys said.

Kevin walked up to Bob and Adam and handed them a beer. As they all took a long pull off the bottles, Kevin wondered what Bob would think of her statement.

"Wow that's cold beer. Um -- just one question L-tee, what happened to the side of her face?" he asked and then took another drink.

"She slipped on her tea," Adam said and downed his beer.

"Yeah Bob, women are always slipping on their tea. Didn't you know that?" Kevin said, and then they all broke out in a long laugh.

**********

It was ten o'clock at night and Adam Dawson was lying in bed reading a book on ancient myths and legends of Europe. As he read, he wondered if the author did any research at all. None of it sounded like Kevin, but then again, maybe being born into it made him different. It wasn't like the author could actually go out and meet one.

There was a knock on the door and he tossed the book down on the nightstand and got up. He unlocked it and opened the door, and then jumped back a bit. Kristine Duka was standing in the doorway wearing a black leather skirt with a loose fitting white button up blouse. She was smiling that perfect smile, as she spun a set of car keys on her finger.

"Someone left a rental car at my place, and it seems they wanted it back," she said with a sly grin.

"Kristine, what -- shit I'm sorry, come in," Adam said as he got out of the doorway.

As she entered the room she looked around at the apartment sized room and basic amenities. As Adam closed the door and locked it, he turned and his eyes went directly to the back of the tight leather skirt.

"I thought you would have rated better, being a Lieutenant and all," Kristine said as she stared at the bed.

"You came all the way here, just to give us the car back," Adam asked, as he opened the small refrigerator and pulled out a couple of beers.

"Yeah well, the Station Chief said he wanted it back because the CIA was being billed for a stolen car," she said as she took the beer.

"Sorry about that, things just sort of happened. How long will you be in Aviano?" Adam asked, as he felt his cock start to harden.

"Well Mr. Dawson, as luck would have it, Mr. Johansson stepped down so he could devote his time and energy to Martina Duval. Their flying her out to Germany in the morning," Kristine said as she sipped her beer and sat on the bed.

"So you'll be here a few days at least?" he asked as he pulled up a chair across from her.

"It seems you're now short a CIA Liaison, so I bribed the Station Chief for the assignment. I'll be here awhile," Kristine told him.

"Oh really, what did you bribe him with?" he asked with a smile.

"A blowjob."

"What!" Adam exclaimed.

"Oh Adam, I told him I'd have dinner with him. Calm down," Kristine laughed.

"Wow a CIA Liaison with a sense of humor, I'm impressed," he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"You know Adam, it seems as if my quarters won't be ready until tomorrow afternoon. I was wondering if you knew of any nice places that I can spend the night. It would have to be someplace safe, I get terribly frightened in new places," Kristine said as she leaned back on the bed.

"I think I know of just the place. From what I've heard, the security there is impeccable," Adam said and then set his beer down.

"Why Mr. Dawson, if you're assuming that I sleep here tonight, then you're sadly mistaken. I'm not that kind of girl," she told him and then placed her beer down on the nightstand.

"Who the hell said anything about sleep?" Adam replied and then kissed her softly.

Adam and Kristine kissed each other like long lost lovers that wanted to build the climatic moment slowly. As his tongue slowly slid into her mouth, his hand roamed over her hip and pulled her leg up over his. They kissed for what seemed an eternity, and then finally came up for air.

"Oh God Adam, I was so worried about you in the cave. I'm sorry, I can't help the way I feel," Kristine said as she held him tight.

"In the morning, remind me to tell you about that. Right now though, there's something keeping us apart," he said as he nuzzled her neck.

"Oh that feels so good. What's keeping us apart?" she breathed.

"Clothing."

The two of them quickly got undressed and fell back into each others arms. As Kristine was held in his powerful arms, she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life. The sudden warmth of his body against her caused her to reach down between them, and caress his stiff cock.

"Oh Adam, I haven't thought about anything else all day except this moment," she said softly as she stroked him.

"Remember our agreement, friends with benefits," he said, as he ran his hand over one of her breasts.

"Good God you have a nice benefit," Kristine whispered and the placed the tip of his cock against her sex.

Adam got the hint, and ever so slowly, pushed himself inside her. Kristine could only lean her head back and moan, as she felt him slide deeper and deeper inside her body. When Adam had his cock all the way in, he kissed her softly and then started to pull out.

Once again he slowly pushed himself in, as he held her tight. Kristine moaned her approval as he repeated the process without picking up speed. He wanted to savor this moment of tenderness because it was in such contrast to their last coupling.

Kristine wrapped one of her legs around his taut butt and pulled him close, keeping him inside her as she kissed him back softly. Adam couldn't resist moaning as he felt the tightness envelop his cock.

"Oh Adam, stay like that just for a moment, I feel so full," she whispered and began kissing him again.

When he felt her leg loosen a little he pulled his cock back to where just the tip was inside and then pushed the entire length into the slick opening. Kristine broke the kiss as her head snapped back at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

"Oh God Adam, again -- please," Kristine moaned.

Adam pulled out and held his position longer this time so he could capture one of her stiff nipples in his mouth. Just as he began flicking the throbbing bud, he thrust his hips forward and buried his cock inside her.

Kristine could only whimper as he repeated the act over and over again. It didn't take long for Kristine to begin trembling as the impending orgasm neared. Adam was glad she was getting close, he couldn't stand much more of the extreme tightness.

"Oh God Adam, I don't know how you're doing it but I'm..." Kristine tried to say.

"Don't hold back Kristine. Cum for me, cum all over me," Adam said, and then took her nipple back into his mouth.

"Just a few -- oh God -- more..." she whined.

"Kristine -- I -- can't..." Adam tried to say.

"Oh fuck Adam, go ahead, do it, shoot off -- oh -- shoot off inside me -- please," Kristine pleaded.

Adam couldn't take it any longer and finally shoved every inch of his hard cock inside her. When Kristine felt the first blast of blistering cum hit her cervix, she grabbed his pillow and screamed as her juice squirted out around his cock.

The more cum Adam shot into her, the more juice leaked out on to the bed. In just a few moments the sheet was soaked with cum. As Kristine came down from her orgasmic bliss, her body twitched a few times. Adam rolled over and pulled her against him, as he held her close against his muscular chest.

"That was perfect Adam, just perfect," she whispered softly.

"I thought you liked it all nasty and hard Kristine?" Adam asked.

"Sometimes slow and passionate can be just as rewarding," she said, then tilted her head up and kissed him tenderly.

Adam knew if she didn't fall asleep soon he was going to be in for a very long night, and he only had one other set of sheets. As she reached down for his spent cock, he had his answer and he knew what he had to do.

'Yep, first thing in the morning, I gotta go get some more sheets,' he thought.

1800 hrs, CJSOTF Seal Compound briefing room, three days later.

Neal Hawkins stood in the front of the room, looking at fire teams Alpha and Charlie. He had been trying to get this out of the way for the last month, but it never did seem to present itself. With any luck and some fresh Intel, they were going to be able to finish this tonight.

"Ok people, settle down. I hope tonight's briefing will be the last one on this asshole. I know I'm getting tired of having the CIA on my back, so let's try and pull this off tonight," he told them.

A photo of Radovan Valenta came up and everyone groaned. They too were getting tired of trying to capture this clown alive. Adam Dawson stared at the photo, and couldn't believe that this one guy was worth the loss so far. No one had that much damn Intel.

"If you guys are done whining, I'd like to get on with the briefing if you don't mind. Now we have some fresh Intel that Valenta will be in a town called Gradac overnight, so we don't have a very big window. Now for the Intel portion of the brief, I would like to introduce you to our new CIA Liaison, Kristine Duka," Hawkins said.

Kristine walked in, and as she passed the two Seal teams, all the catcalls and wolf whistles came out. When she stood at the front of the room, she waited for everyone to get done and stared at Adam who was just shaking his head.

"Alright everyone settle down, it's not like you've never seen a woman before. Well maybe you Roberts," Hawkins said to Charlie's sniper.

"Thank you Mr. Hawkins. Before we start gentlemen, would it be helpful for you during the briefings if I showed up in a turnip sack perhaps?" Kristine asked.

With the way she stared everyone down, no one was brave enough to answer her.

"No, very well then, let's continue. Mr. Hawkins, the next slide please," she said, and then turned towards the satellite photo.

"Valenta is holding a briefing at this condo here. You'll notice that the shoreline is quite rough and steep. It should give you adequate cover on your approach. We know that this old church over here is deserted, and the steeple is high enough to give you a good view of the rear and side entrance," Kristine explained as she pointed out the areas.

"Um -- excuse me Miss Duka, I have a question," Adam interrupted.

"Yes Mr. Dawson," she replied with no emotion.

"We seem to always be a day late and a dollar short with the Intel on this guy. What leads you to believe that he'll be there this time?"

"Mr. Dawson, unlike my predecessor, I do my homework so you can do your job. Is there anything else -- Mr. Dawson?"

"No, that was it, thanks," Adam said with a smile.

Kevin leaned over so he could talk with his team leader.

"You want some ice to put on that bitch slap Boss," Kevin said with a chuckle.

"Shut up and pay attention stupid," he replied.

"Now then, you can expect perimeter security of two men and six to eight inside including Valenta," she said, and then turned towards the group of Seals.

"I will say this once, and it will stay in this room gentleman. The agency wants him alive for interrogation, but I at least realize that this has been difficult at best. If you happen to take him out, then I won't loose sleep over it," Kristine told them.

"Neither will I guys, but lets try and bring him back breathing," Hawkins added.

"Are there any questions?" Kristine asked.

"Yeah, I have one. How about dinner tomorrow night," Petty Officer Richardson asked.

"I don't think so, I'm not accustomed to lowering my standards for food," Kristine replied with a bright smile.

The Seals roared and laughed at Richardson, as he sat there with a stunned look.

"Ok everybody, let's get this done. Dawson, you're in charge of both fire teams, make it happen. You guys head out at 0200 and time on target is 0400, dismissed.

While everyone exited the room, Kristine walked forward and got Adam's attention.

"Excuse me -- a moment if you would Mr. Dawson," she said.

"Oh man L-tee is gonna get his ass chewed," Werner said, and then quickly left the room.

"Yes Miss Duka," Dawson said with a straight face.

"I meant what I said; I'm getting tired of you guys going after this idiot. I didn't put it out at the briefing, but Kordic used to stay there a lot so look for any papers he may have stashed there," she told him.

"Don't worry; if he's there we'll get him. Oh by the way, how about dinner tomorrow night?" Adam asked with a smile.

"That sounds lovely, my place around seven o'clock?"

"How about out in town, I don't trust you," Adam replied with a small laugh.

"Why Mr. Dawson, I'm shocked! What kind of girl do you think I am?" she replied in a stunned voice.

"I'm not even going to touch that one," Dawson said as he turned away and left.

After picking up the Intel on the table and placing it in her satchel, she left the briefing room. Once she was in the hallway she noticed Kevin by himself, leaning up against the wall waiting for her.

"Hi Kevin, it's good to see you again," she said.

"Good to see you too. I was wondering -- um -- you didn't bring the medallion here did you?" he asked in a worried tone.

"No Kevin it's safe. I sent it to a Swiss bank for safe keeping, and it's yours if you ever want it back," Kristine said as she placed her delicate hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks, by the way, I love your new perfume. What is that Dawson number five?" he said as he sniffed the air.

"Jesus, can't you turn that thing off or something? Get out of here you bad dog before I swat you with a newspaper," she said with a glaring look.

"Woof, woof," he shot back as he walked down the hall.

0400 hrs, a half-mile off shore of Gradac.

Alpha and Charlie fire teams were huddled in the small zodiacs as they approached the rocky shoreline. Everyone's weapon was trained forward as they scanned the area for any hostiles.

As they landed the crafts against the rocks, the two teams jumped out and covered the snipers exit to the church and a large water tower three hundred meters away from the condo. The plan would be simple if Valenta was there. Alpha would be the strike team with Charlie providing close in support and extraction.

"Alright Kev, get us in there," Dawson said quietly.

As the team followed Kevin up through the rocks, Ensign Jack Cosby separated his team to either side of the insertion area so they could cover Alpha from any unwanted quests. When Kevin had them close, he stopped and searched for the sentries that should be on patrol.

It didn't take long for one of them to come into view, but Kevin had no idea where the other was. If he took the shot without knowing, the other one might notice it and set off an alarm.

"Angel, this is Leader. Do you have eyes on the other target," Dawson asked his sniper, Dan Vasquez.

"Roger Leader, one tango on the north corner walking away."

"Take him," Dawson said, as he raised his MP5 up and aimed it at the rear sentry.

V-man stared through the starlight scope and placed the crosshairs on the back of the guard, and then he squeezed the trigger of the SR-25 silenced sniper rifle. When the 7.62 mm round reached its target, it tore through the man's heart. The sentry was dead before he ever hit the ground.

"Tango down," V-man replied.

When Adam heard the report, he fired a three round burst into the rear sentry. As he fell to the ground, Kevin led the team to the condo. Adam Dawson signaled the team to separate into their respective groups and entry points. Bob Holiday took Werner and Doc around to the front as Adam and Kevin crouched down by the back door and waited.

Meanwhile inside the house, Radovan Valenta was going over the Intel on an area outside of Sarajevo with the Operations Officer, Franjo Izetbegovic. As he went over the gathered data, two of the guards sat on a sofa drinking coffee as they tried to stay awake. It wasn't like Valenta to stay up this late, and they wished he call it a night.

"...So I think that if we move the Third Division here, to the west of Sarajevo, we could possibly cut off any reinforcements that should arrive," Valenta said.

"Radovan, how many times do we have to go over this tonight? I've told you a hundred times that I can't spare the Third Division. They're the best we have and I need them to stay at Novi Travnik," Franjo said as he rubbed his eyes.

Valenta leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. He was getting frustrated at the lack of foresight of the Operations Officer. When he looked over at the two bodyguards, he saw them starting to nod off and reprimanded them.

"If you two are that bored, why don't you relieve the others and stretch your legs. I can't have the people who are supposed to watch our backs, watch the inside of their eyelids instead," Radovan said loudly.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 08



Kevin tapped Adam's shoulder and indicated that two guards were on the way out, and that he heard at least two other people inside. Adam needed to catch them off guard and inside so he pushed his mike button.

"Alpha -- go," he told his team.

Kevin Dvorska entered first into the enclosed sun porch and saw two Serbian military men approaching. He quickly put three rounds into the chest of one of them, as he felt three rounds from Dawson's MP5 pass over his right shoulder.

They continued further into the condo and entered a large living room with a staircase leading up. Kevin moved off to the right as Dawson moved left. Just off the living room, was a smaller study and Adam Dawson saw what he came for. Radovan Valenta noticed him first and grabbed a handgun that was on the table. 

He put one round through Valenta's shoulder, as Franjo Izetbegovic held his hands up in defeat. At the same time, Kevin noticed Holiday and the others enter the room and start sweeping. Bob pointed at Kevin and Carl and then to the stairs, as the two Seals moved quickly up.

Kevin went first as they headed down the upstairs hallway. As they approached a closed door, Kevin reached down a turned the knob. Both Seals ran in and scanned the room but it was empty. As they turned to leave, Kevin heard the faint sound of breathing coming from the closet. He could smell the fear coming from inside and fired three rounds through the wooden door.

When the door came open, a very dead Serbian military man fell to the floor clutching his rifle.

'How the hell did he know someone was in there?" Carl thought to himself.

The two of them continued to check the rooms but found nothing, and quickly retreated back to the rest of fire team Alpha.

"Clear up top," Kevin said to Bob Holiday, as he gathered some of the Intel in the living room.

"Any tangos?" he asked.

"One tango down and two more on the sun porch," Kevin told him.

"We got two out front that makes nine. Looks like Miss Duka can't count worth a damn," Holiday said.

"To her credit Bob, I don't think she was counting on this guy being here," Adam said as he led the Intel and Operations Officers out into the living room.

"Holy shit, we score two big fish on one hook," Doc Sharp said.

"Bob, Kevin, get the Intel in there and let's get the hell out of here," Adam ordered.

As the two of them entered the study, they began to gather all the papers and maps on the table and then scanned the room for anything else. They didn't see anything, so Kevin and Bob quickly exited the room.

What they failed to notice because of the open door, was a picture that was hanging on the wall behind it. It was a picture of Viljem Kordic with his arm around Martina as they walked down a sandy beach. What was interesting about it was the small girl that was riding on his shoulders.

"That's everything Boss," Kevin said.

"Charlie, we're on the way out," Adam radioed.

"Alpha stand by, we have a car coming towards you," Charlie's sniper reported.

"Angel?" Dawson asked.

"I have eyes on target now. Looks like two members of the Serb Secret Police."

As the car stopped and the two got out, they were instantly killed as the rounds entered their skulls from both snipers.

"You're clear Alpha," V-man reported.

Fire team Alpha quickly moved out of the condo with the two captured Officers in the middle. In a matter of moments, the two zodiacs speed off into the night on their way back to the Navy Destroyer three miles off shore.

Dawson knew it had been a long night as he looked at his highly trained fire team, but it was well worth it. The next time he had to hunt down Radovan Valenta, it wouldn't be as hard. He knew how to get to Guantanamo Bay Cuba.

Adam then gazed upon his point man, Kevin Dvorska. He thought about Kevin, and what his childhood must have been like as he grew up with the secret. The hardship that he probably went through must have been immense. How he remained sane, was beyond the understanding of the Navy Seal.

Adam knew what Kevin's talents were, so he took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he looked upon the young werewolf.

"I'm honored to have you as part of my team Kevin -- and as my friend," Adam Dawson said in a very low whisper.

The only person in the zodiac that had the capability of hearing him was Kevin Dvorska. As he turned around to look at his team leader, a great sense of pride surrounded him and he gave a little smile. Kevin dipped his head in thanks as he realized he indeed found a home, along with a new family.

The only anguish he felt was that he wished he could have told the rest of his teammates and brothers the truth. Werewolves are real and they walk among us.

Well, there it is, all 215 pages and 90,000 plus words. I hope I did the wolf justice, and that the werewolf fans found this story appealing. Hopefully, I left it all on the field as they say, I'm sure the vote count and final score will tell me. Enjoy the journey; you never know where it will lead you. 



They Walk Among Us Ch. 09



Thank you everyone for the gracious response to Chapter 8, I'm still in shock.  To my editor Dawn, thanks and here we go again.  You will notice some changes in my style, as I strive to improve my writing ability.  Like I've always said, no one gets better without help, and why not ask the best.  Thank you Miss Cullen and Mokkelke, for the sage advice to a fledgling author, now I know why you two are famous authors.

Just for the record, the cameo appearance is with permission.

November 1993, Classified CIA Detention Center outside of Lohr Germany.

Martina Kordic sat in her cell, starring at the white walls of the small room.  She'd been under interrogation for months now, with no real end in sight.  When she was in the sealed room last night, she overheard the two CIA interrogators talking about what they'd do after the water boarding.  The drugs, sleep deprivation and starvation, were all inflicting havoc on her abused body.

She told them everything she knew about her late husband's activity, which wasn't much.  He had kept her in the dark about most of it and when questioned, she had to make up stories so they would quit.  When she didn't give the same response when asked again, the sessions become more pressured and painful.

Maybe if she could find something to take her own life with, she could finally join her husband and end this abuse.  As she tried to think of any way to accomplish the suicide, her thoughts were broken when she heard the small door open.

'Oh goodie, another interrogation session.  I wonder if they'll leave my clothes on this time.'

Jack Gilmore stood just inside the door, staring at the defeated woman.  He was average looking for a man, and at forty-eight, had a small beer belly growing.  His receding hairline and unkempt mustache made him appear disgusting to most women, including Martina.  Her baggy clothes hid most of her luscious body, but he could still picture it in his thoughts.

The vision of a naked Martina Duval strapped to a metal table was fresh in his mind.  The alligator clamps attached to her nipples, as voltage flowed through them.  The most erotic images that flashed in his mind were of the repeated rapes that he alone performed after the interrogation.  She was a captive, and he could fulfill his most perverted fantasies to no limit.  The things that he had done to her body were ruthless, and beyond comparison to even the most perverted human.

"Hi Martina, it's time to wake up.  We can't have you sleeping all day."  The laugh he emitted as he kicked Martina's foot made her want to vomit.

"Yeah I guess I'll get enough sleep when I'm dead.  What now, did you come up with a new way to get your rocks off because you can't get laid like a real man?"

"That's what I'm going to miss about you Martina, your witty sense of humor.  Actually, the director has decided that you're useless as a source of viable Intel.  We're taking you to Ramstein Air Force Base where you can spend the rest of your life in a nice little cell."

Martina opened her eyes and looked at him with an expectant look.  It wouldn't be past them to offer a way out of here and then take it away suddenly.  The North Vietnamese had used that tactic to great success.  She couldn't deny the feeling of hope that rushed through her, but she held the excitement to a minimum.

"Yeah right, I'm supposed to believe that the CIA is just going to hand me over to the military.  I know you don't agree with the director, because once I leave, you'll have to go back to pumping your fist again."  Martina moved her hand up and down to emphasis her insult.

"Come on get up."  Jack Gilmore grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her to her feet.

He led Martina out of the cell and into a very bright corridor.  When her eyes adjusted, she saw another more younger and slender man leaning against the wall, holding a set of prisoner shackles.  Jack pushed her face first against the wall hard, causing Martina to moan aloud in discomfort.  The two men placed her hands behind her back and snapped the cold handcuffs closed.  After securing her ankles, Jack spun her around violently.

"Yep, I'm really going to miss that sense of humor Martina."  Grabbing a handful of her left breast, he squeezed hard into the tender flesh as Martina fought to keep from screaming.

He quickly placed his other hand under her chin and held her mouth closed as he turned her head.  Now that the side of her face was exposed, Jack ran his wet tongue along the length of it.  When he pulled back, he suddenly got hard at the site of her slimy face.

 "I'll make sure I inform the Air Force guys about how you set up a SEAL team for slaughter and the attempted murder of two more.  They don't take it kindly when someone sets up their Brothers-in-Arms."

'I just wish I could kill you, you sick fucking bastard,' Martina thought, as the pain in her breast and the putrid stench of his breath was making her empty stomach heave upwards.

Jack released her and led her down the corridor to a locked door.  Giving two knocks on the metal door, he heard the latch click and the two men pushed Martina through.  Martina was holding her breath, she doubted they would really go through with it and was preparing mentally for the bomb to drop.  She didn't want to give the prick the satisfaction of seeing her break again.

When the three of them exited the plain looking building, she peered up to the bright blue sky.  Even though it was a little chilly, it brightened her spirits to see the sky again.  It was the first time she'd seen actual daylight since being drug away in front of Kevin Dvorska.

The thought of his name caused the rage to swell quickly inside her soul.  He was the cause of this.  He was the one responsible for the death of her beloved husband.  She could only hope that his life would be a living hell, he deserved it.  Her raging anger diminished when she felt her body slam into the side of the sedan.

"Jesus Jack, knock it off.  I don't like her as much as you do, but fuck man she's been through enough," Jason McKinley told his superior.

"If you don't like the way I do things, then you can go back inside and find me someone else to go along.  I have a cousin who's a SEAL and this bitch deserves everything she gets.  Now go back inside or shut the fuck up."

Jason chose to shut to up.  He was well aware of Gilmore's reputation and he had the power to get him transferred if necessary.  After opening the rear door for him, he watched on helplessly as Jack pushed her head down roughly, and shoved her into the back seat.

"I would sit back there with you honey cakes and get a blowjob, but knowing you, you'd just bite it off anyway."  Jack laughed aloud as he slammed the door shut then walked around to the driver's seat.

'I'd give you a blowjob if I could find your dick – asshole.'

The black sedan pulled out of the compound and sped off down the road.  Since it was Saturday, there was little to no traffic to worry about.  Most of the people would be doing chores or housework, which meant they could make good time to Ramstein.

They were a few miles away from the classified compound when Jack Gilmore noticed a brown van approaching from behind them.  After watching it for a few moments, the van began to veer slightly back and forth.  It closed the distance between them and then backed off.

"Hey McKinley, check out the drunk fucker behind us.  I thought German's knew how to handle their liquor," Jack said, then shook his head in astonishment.

"Let him pass Jack, this guy looks like he doesn't even see us up here.  I'd rather not get rear ended with a prisoner in the car."

Martina looked back and silently prayed that the drunk driver would rear end them.  With any luck at all, the damn car would explode and solve all her problems, not to mention take out the depraved bastard behind the wheel.

Jack Gilmore slowed down and stuck his arm out the window.  He continued waving for the van to pass and after a few moments, it rushed forward quickly.  The action was so swift that Jack thought he'd get his arm ripped off.  This caused him to swerve off to the side and nearly run into the bushes that lined the side of the road.

As the van pulled away from them, Jack sped back up again and stared at the weaving van.  "I hope that fucker wraps that van around a tree, one less fucking Kraut to worry about."

Jason just glared at his own driver.

'How could someone so pathetic get into the CIA?'

"Hey Martina sweetheart I was just wondering, have you ever been with another woman?  You know, eaten out at the Y.  Maybe go to a nice Mexican restaurant and have a furry taco?"

"You know Jack, it just dawned on me.  You remind me of someone famous from history," Martina said with a slight smile.

"Yeah, and who might that be?"

"Joseph Merrick."

"Yeah, and who the hell is that?  Some hot shot rock star?"

"Not exactly, he's better known as The Elephant Man."

Jason heard the insult and immediately broke out laughing.  He turned around and looked at Martina, who currently had a Cheshire cat smile across her face.  She knew the moment would be short lived, as Jack quickly turned and screamed at her.

"Fuck you cunt!  One more word out of you and I'll pull over and rape you with the tire iron!"

"Just making conversation Jack."  Martina continued to hold her stare, and then winked.

Jack's thoughts of retribution vanished when Jason started yelling at him to slow down.  When he turned to look at the problem, he saw that the brown van that had passed them earlier was now in the middle of the road.  It was lying on its side and leaking fuel everywhere.  Behind it was a white BMW, but the young female driver was out of the car and checking on the other driver who was lying off to the side bleeding.

"Fuck me, did I call it, or did I call it?  The dumb fucker went and got himself killed."

"We can't get around it Jack.  We gotta stop and help the guy."

"I'm glad you're so observant McKinley.  It's a huge help having someone like you along for the trip," Jack replied with a large hint of sarcasm.

Since they had a prisoner with them, Jack stopped the vehicle well away from the accident and opened his door.  "You stay with her and I'll go and check it out."

Jack Gilmore walked slowly towards the blond woman and as she looked at him for the second time.  He could see she was indeed young, maybe eighteen at the most with hair that fell around her shoulders.  He saw the worried look on her face and wondered why younger people didn't get any first aid training.  He also noticed the driver was out cold, and from the puddle beneath him, bleeding profusely.

"Alright miss why don't you tell me what happened as I check him over."

"Oh please mister, he's hurt real bad and I don't know what to do," she told him, as he got closer.

Jack was only a few feet away when his pulse quickened and his eyes shot open wide in dismay, as the young woman turned again and smiled at him.  What shocked him was the silencer that now protruded from under her free arm.

He only had seconds to react and reached for his sidearm under his jacket.  Jack Gilmore didn't really have a chance anyway as two 9mm rounds entered his chest and tore his heart to shreds.  As he fell to the ground dead, Jason McKinley opened his car door and quickly pointed his own weapon at the new threat.

"Drop it Lady.  I said drop it bitch – now!"  The young woman put her weapon on the ground, pushed it away slightly, and smiled at him.

"Now get face down on the ground with your hands..."  Agent Jason McKinley couldn't finish his command as the 7.62mm rifle round entered his head and destroyed his brain.

A few moments later, a tall muscular man of about thirty with dirty blond hair emerged from the thick bushes.  He looked into the car and noticed Martina, huddled down in the back seat with her hands covering her head.  The assassin opened the door and tapped her on the leg.

"Are you Martina Kordic?"

Martina raised her head and looked him.  He had a slight smile on his face and had his weapon pointed at the ground.  "Yes."

"You're safe now.  Please get out so we can remove your restraints, we can't stay here too long."

Martina exited the vehicle and stood there while her rescuer searched the dead body for the key.  When he pulled it out of McKinley's pocket, he had Martina turn around, and within moments, he had her released.  She looked up ahead of her and saw a young blond female talking to another darker haired man who had a gas jug in his hands.

Mrs. Kordic walked around Jason's dead body, moving slowly towards the young female.  She was thin with slender flowing hips and about the same size of Martina.  Her weakened legs wanted to fail and she stumbled a bit.  Suddenly the other assassin grabbed her around the waist, and she shifted to the side from fright.

"It's ok Martina.  I'm not here to hurt you."

"What is it you want?  Who are you people and why would you want to help me?" Martina asked him with a scared look in her eye.

The man smiled softly at her and then nodded his head in the direction of the young woman in the middle of the road.  When Martina looked over at her, she saw the woman turn and look in her direction.  Just as their eyes met, she reached up and pulled the blond wig off.  Suddenly, long jet-black hair flowed down around her shoulders – just like hers.

"Hi Mother, I'm glad we found you alive."

"Lorna?  Lorna is that you?" Martina screamed, as she ran to her daughter and wrapped her arms around her tightly.

"Easy Mother, we'll have time to catch up later.  Right now we have to get out of here."  Lorna pushed her back and gave a nod to her companion.

As he began pouring gas over the van, Martina looked down at Jack Gilmore.  She quickly grabbed Lorna's gun and started kicking the dead CIA Supervisor's head.  When she had his face turned to mush, she pointed the weapon at Jack's testacles and emptied the magazine into his groin.

"Christ Mother, I think he was dead when I shot him."

"That fucking pig had it coming."  Martina spat on him as a final insult.

Lorna pulled her mother towards the white BMW and helped her in the back seat.  Once her assistant had doused both vehicles he tossed a lighter on the gas trail and ran to the Beemer.  After climbing into the car, the driver turned around and sped off away from the fire.

Lorna grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Martina.  She drank quickly from the bottle, but some of the cool liquid spilled out of her split lips as she fought to get as much as she could in her.  She needed air, so she pulled the bottle away, and inhaled deeply.

"Jesus Mother, didn't they give you anything to drink there?"

"Yeah, just enough to keep me alive pumpkin," she said, using her daughter's pet name.

One of the men turned around and looked at Martina.  From the looks of it, she had been tortured and abused for some time.  It wasn't only her looks; it was what she did to the dead agent.

"I hope you don't mind me saying so Mrs. Kordic, but you sure did a number on that agent's balls."

Martina glared at the man.  "That is nothing compared to what I intend to do to Adam Dawson.  As for the high and mighty Kevin Dvorska, I'm going to make him suffer slowly.  I want him to experience the pain of loosing everyone he ever loved, then, I'm going to send him straight to hell."

Two week later, Aviano Air Force Base, Aviano Italy.

Kevin Dvorska exited the base gym with his backpack strung over his shoulder.  He always enjoyed working out, usually the stress poured out of his muscular frame along with the sweat.  It was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon and he quickly felt like a shower and a couple of beers later on.  He knew that the Enlisted Club probably had a few collage football games on, and wondered if Adam Dawson would like to watch a rerun of the Ohio State, Michigan game.

The young SEAL walked over to the where the base taxi was parked and asked for a ride to the area of Kristina's house.  The old driver nodded his head and Kevin felt a little nervous.  He must be pushing at least eighty and had thick coke bottle glasses on.  He wondered if it was safer just to walk.  The trip only lasted ten minutes and when they reached the bus stop, Kevin got out and thanked the elderly driver for the ride.  He silently thanked him for not getting them killed. 

Kristine's house was only two blocks away, but as he approached the house, he noticed a black sedan parked up the street from it.  As he got closer, he saw two middle-aged men with sandy brown hair sitting inside reading a newspaper.

'Must be her CIA pals keeping tabs on her.  Jesus, fucking spooks can't even trust their own people anymore.'

Kevin stood at the front door and knocked a few times.  When Kristine saw it was Kevin, she smiled brightly at Adam's closest friend.

"Kevin it's nice to see you, please, come on in and visit for awhile."

"Thanks Kristine, I'm looking for Adam.  They have a rerun of the Ohio State game over at the E-Club.  Wanted to see if he'd like to grab a few brain grenades and watch the game."

"You found him, he's upstairs taking a shower," Kristine said as she led Kevin into the living room.

Kevin sniffed the air deeply, and then looked at Kristine with a concerned look.  "Don't you two do anything else other than..."

"That's classified information SEAL.  I wouldn't talk either, you like to pump iron for stress relief and Adam likes to pump..."

"TMI, TMI," Kevin interrupted.

"What does TMI mean?"

"Too much information, I think I can fill in the blanks myself Kristine."

As she turned to gather the newspapers off the couch, Kevin got a brilliant idea for a joke.  With her back turned to him, he quickly changed form and now a large muscular werewolf stood at the entrance to the living room.

"...After that maybe we can catch a movie over at..." Kristine turned to see a large beast of a werewolf glaring at her.

"Ahhh – son of – damn Kevin, that wasn't very fucking funny!"

Her words had no effect on Kevin Dvorska, as he sat on the carpeted floor bobbing his head up and down.  Kristine had her hands on her hips and glared at Kevin, and even though she knew nothing about werewolves, he appeared to be laughing at her.

"Bad dog – bad fucking dog," she said sternly as she shook her finger at him.

"Don't make me get the newspaper after you shithead!"

Just then she heard her lover's voice "Hey where's that chick who was just screaming my name earlier?"

Suddenly a devious smile spread across Kristine's face.  "I'm down here in the living room stud muffin."

Kristine looked at Kevin and pointed at the doorway.  Kevin quickly realized what she intended to do and he was all for it.  As he moved just inside the living room, he turned and waited for his prey to enter.  He just hoped his L-tee had a good sense of humor.

"Hey sweetie, I was thinking maybe we find Kevin and catch the..."

Kevin Dvorska moved forward just as Adam entered the living room.  As softly as he could, he roared at his Team Leader who was now in full retreat.

"God damn it Dvorska!  What in the hell are trying to do, give me a fucking heart attack?"

Kevin once again bounced his head up and down as Adam Dawson looked at his point man.  If he didn't know any better, it seemed as if the young werewolf was smiling.

"God that was great!  Oh Kevin, thank you, that was just brilliant," Kristina laughed aloud.

"Yeah you're a real comic Dvorska.  You wanna play games – fine – go fetch me a beer boy, go fetch."

Kevin quickly trotted to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, then carefully removed a can of beer.  When he had the can over the sink, he gently punctured it and drained the can empty.  He quickly hurried back to the living room, laid the torn can in Adam's lap, and stared at him.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 09



"Anyone ever tell you that you're real ass sometimes Dvorska?" Adam asked, as he tossed the mutilated can in the trash.

In an instant, Kevin changed back to human form and was in torn gym clothes, rolling on the floor, laughing his ass off loudly.  Kristine joined him, and in just a short time, both of their sides were in pain.

"Ok you two that's enough."

"Oh sweetheart, I wish I could have taken a picture of your face just then," Kristine said as she wiped some tears out of her eyes.

"Sorry Adam – oh damn that was fun – she put me up to it, but don't worry I got her too."

"Yeah, well from now on there's a new rule.  No changing into a werewolf in the house."

"Oh come on Adam.  It feels good to let it out once in awhile.  I mean I finally have someone I can share the secret with."

"Why don't you go out and find your true love stupid?  Don't tell me you're still fucked up over Martina, that's ancient history buddy."

"Ok Adam, Kevin's heard that speech before.  He'll get over it when he's ready," Kristine told him, trying to reason with him.

Adam's buzzing pager interrupted their conversation and he pulled it off his belt to check it.  When he saw that it was the duty office, he went over to Kristine's phone and dialed the duty office's number.

"Hey Kristine, mind if I grab a quick shower while I'm here?" Kevin asked as he picked up the backpack.

"No go ahead Kevin, there's a fresh towel in the linen closet just inside the door."

When the duty office finally answered the phone, Adam checked in to see who wanted him.  Within a few moments, he was talking with his CO, Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins.

"Afternoon Neal, what can I do for you on such a fine Sunday?"

Adam was silent as Hawkins filled him in on the situation.  Kristine sat patiently waiting for him to finish up, but from the look on her lover's face, it wasn't very good news.  She only prayed it wasn't another mission.

"...no I understand Neal.  No don't page him; it's my responsibility to tell him, I'm the Team Leader."

Adam hung up the phone and stared at it.  "What is it Adam?  What happened?" Kristine asked.

"I've got to give Kevin some bad news," Adam replied as he looked at Kristine with a concerned face.

"Should I leave you guys alone after he's done with the shower?"

"It would probably be easier for him to hear it with you in the room."

"How bad is the news?"

"Kevin's dad passed away last night," Adam said softly.  He to felt a deep sorrow in his heart, Luka Dvorska saved his life that night in the cave.

"Oh my God Adam.  I – I don't – I'm sorry honey.  I know how you felt about him.

Kristine got up, wrapped her arms around Adam, and held him tightly as she wept softly into his shoulder.  She too was in turmoil as she remembered the story Adam had told her about the fight with Viljem Kordic.  Kevin's father was the one who delivered the crippling blow to the monster and allowed Adam and Kevin to get out safely.

They both sat down and waited in silence for Kevin to return.  Kristine had a box of tissues in her lap as she continually wiped tears out of her reddening eyes.  Adam on the other hand was as cold as ice and showed no emotion as he stared into space.  It wasn't long before Kevin returned with fresh clothes on and a big smile.  He was still enjoying the trick that he played on Adam and Kristine.

"Ok now I feel better.  Adam I was thinking of going over to the Enlisted Club and watching the Ohio state..."

Kevin looked at Adam who was sitting across from Kristine.  When he looked at the sobbing woman, he thought maybe they had a fight or something.  She was visible shaken and Adam had that look of impending doom.

"Um – do you guys need me to leave you alone?"

Kristine shot off the couch and threw herself against Kevin, holding him tightly.  She couldn't help but let the immense sorrow out as she sobbed loudly against his bulging chest.  Kevin wrapped his arms around the distraught CIA Liaison.  He looked over at Adam who just stared back.

"What's the matter Boss?  You didn't turn her marriage proposal down did you?"  Kevin had a smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood up.

"I've got bad news for you Kev and since I don't know how to tell you, I'm just going to say it.  Your dad passed away yesterday Kevin."

The smile on Kevin's face quickly faded into a stone cold stare as the news sank in.  It was only because of his strict training that he didn't fall apart in Kristine's squeezing arms.  From the look on Adam's face, he could tell he was screaming inside along with him.

"I'll have Bob get you on the first civilian flight out to the states.  Is there anything you need Kev, money or something?" Adam asked as he stood up and approached his point man.

"I got enough money Boss, but if you're girlfriend would let me go, I could use a beer."

"Oh God Kevin, I'm so sorry for you."  Kristine looked at him with wet, red eyes as her lips trembled on the point of losing control again.

"I have to be realistic here Kristine.  Everyone dies at some point in time, even werewolves.  He had a good life, and a loving family, that's all we can ask out of life.  I'm sure I'll lose it when I get home, but right now it won't do anyone any good."

"If you need anything, anything at all, all you have to do is ask me.  You're like my family and I'll always be here for you Kevin," Kristine replied as she hugged him again.

The three of them talked for about an hour before Kevin decided to head for the barracks and pack his clothes for the trip home.  Kristine and Adam dropped him off and he retreated to his room for a little private time.  After he shut the door, he closed his eyes and pictured his father's werewolf form inside the cave at Predjama.

He had thanked his father numerous times, as did Adam Dawson.  The risks that he took that night were far greater than anyone could have asked for.  He knew it was a father protecting his son, but to allow Adam to see him as a werewolf was beyond reasonable.  Kevin knew he had to keep busy or he would soon lose control and break down crying.  He decided on packing because it was something to do, although a stiff drink would be something to do also.

He wasn't going to need much; he still had stuff in Texas that fit him so he just had one bag to worry about taking.  He was about ready to call the duty office and contact Bob Holiday, when there was a knock on his door.  He opened it, and found Adam Dawson with a plane ticket in his hand.

"If you're all packed buddy, Kristine and I are going to take you to the airport.  We could only get a flight out this evening.  You got a lay over at Heathrow and with a connecting flight in the morning to Dallas.  Anyway, you'll figure it out; it's all in the itinerary."

"Thanks Adam.  How much do I owe you for the ticket?"

"Not a dime, everyone in the team pitched in.  There's a bunch left over incase you need a few drinks on the way home, civilian air can be boring at times."

Kevin felt the sorrow, along with the pride of being part of the SEALs, swelling up to a bursting point.  "One more thing Kevin," Adam added

"For you, anything Boss," Kevin replied as his voice cracked with emotion.

"Give this to your dad for me, please."

He grabbed Kevin's hand and placed something in his palm.  With teary eyes, he looked down and saw Lieutenant Adam Dawson's gold SEAL trident pin.  The pin was something every SEAL held dear and wore with a great deal of pride.  It was the symbol of a warrior.  When Kevin looked back up at his Team Leader, he saw he was trying to hold it in.  

"Your father saved my life.  I can't think of a better tribute to a fellow warrior."

Kevin grabbed him, but couldn't hold the flood of emotion that flowed out of him back.  He cried loudly as Adam Dawson joined him.  SEAL or not, they were both still human beings and could only hold it together only so long.  After a long release of emotion, they separated and wiped their wet faces off.

"We got some time to kill Shipmate, what say we find a bar and drink a toast to one hell of a brave man, Mr. Luka Dvorska."

"My thoughts exactly Adam and I wouldn't be surprised if he looked down and joined us."

"Come on, Kristine is waiting outside in the car.  I'm pretty sure she could use one to."

Adam and Kevin left the room and headed outside.  Kevin had been in the Navy for some time now, and he'd never experienced a tighter group of men.  If one SEAL had a problem, then every SEAL in that team had the same problem.  It was the true meaning of a Navy family.

Ten o'clock at night, London Heathrow Airport.

Kevin stepped over to the edge of the main corridor of the massive airport.  He checked his ticket again and found the flight number of the connecting flight.  It was a good thing that his lay over was lengthy, he was thinking he might never find the gate.  He walked over to a large television screen and looked for the flight, once he found the gate it was at, he began the long walk around the terminal.

Thankfully, it was late, the airport didn't have a lot of scurrying passengers, and he was making good time.  When Kevin passed a bar, he stopped and turned around.  The flight didn't leave until the morning, and he had a lot of time to kill.  A couple of drinks would do him good and maybe help him doze off for a few hours.

The place wasn't that big and the lighting was dim.  At first he thought it wasn't open, other than the female bartender, he was the only one there.  He walked up to the polished bar and sat down, the young woman behind it never noticed him.  She was engrossed in a paperback novel.  Kevin let out a deep sigh as he looked at the cover.  It had a handsome vampire biting the neck of a young woman in a flowing white gown.

"Excuse me miss, are you open?"

The young woman jumped at the sound of his voice, causing her to drop her book and she quickly grabbed her chest in surprise.  Kevin could now see her face.  She had dark brown hair and blazing dark eyes.  With her facial features and petite body, she looked almost fairy like.  The only thing she was missing was a pair of wings.

"Bloody hell, you scared me half to death."  Kevin instantly found her accent intriguing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offense by it.  I was on the way to my gate and wanted a drink.  Are you still open?"

"Yes Sir, for a little while longer.  What can I get for you?"

"Since I'm in London, I guess I better get a Guinness."

She walked over to the tap and began pouring the dark beer into a large glass.  Kevin's eyes roamed over her body as he studied her.  She had tone legs that extended out of the short black skirt she wore.  It did nothing to hide the curvy shape of her backside.  It complimented the bright pink blouse she wore.  When he turned away he noticed another book lying on the back bar.  That one had a picture of a howling werewolf and a large full moon.  Kevin just shook his head.

"Why on earth do people read that crap?  All the stories are the same.  Someone gets bitten turns into a monster and kills everything in sight."

She returned with his drink and he took a long pull off the foamy ale.  After setting the glass back down, he looked at her.  She had a funny smile on her face as if something was amusing.  He finally got the hint as she handed him a napkin.

"Thank you, it's my first Guinness.  I guess I should learn the rules of drinking one."

"Only one rule love, enjoy it."

"I love your accent, it's very pretty," Kevin said as he took another drink.

"Thank you very much, I really like yours too."

"I don't have an accent, I'm from the states."

"Hate to break the news to you love, but you're in the UK.  Americans have an accent here."

"You do have a point, my mistake."

The young woman noticed the paperback still lying on the floor behind the bar and picked it up.  Strangely enough, she laid it on the bar next to her, and then sat back down on her little stool.

"So where are you headed to from here?"

"I'm on my way to Texas on family matters.  I'm sorry again for startling you when I came in.  You seemed to be engrossed in your book," he told her as he steered the conversation away from him.

"Oh yes indeed.  I was right in the middle of a vampire fight scene.  She's really a talented writer, she makes you feel like you're right there with them," she replied as she shuddered a bit.

"It seems you like reading about werewolves too.  If you ask me, they're all the same, good guys turn into monsters or the undead and go around killing everyone."

"You do have a point, but what else are they supposed to do?  Vampires don't have a soul so they can't find love.  That would sure lead me to be upset," she said with a little laugh.

She suddenly got a quizzical look on her face, pulled out a white tablet, and jotted a few notes down.  When she was finished, she placed it beneath the bar again and looked at Kevin.

"Would you like to watch a little telly?  I think there might be American football on."

"No thanks.  So what were you writing down just now?"

Kevin took a long drink and he could see her face, she was blushing brightly.  He didn't understand why, but he knew it had to do with her note pad.  When he sat his ale down, he politely wiped his lips and stared at the young woman.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you, I was just curious."

"Well, it's a hobby of mine.  Sometimes an idea pops into my head and I have to write it down so I don't forget," she told him with a hint of shyness.

"Oh so you're a writer or something."

"Not really, I write a little bit but it's just for me.  On my days off, I don't really have anything to do so I write little stories.  They're not very good; I can't get the hang of killing and killing scenes with nothing else, not even love."

"Why don't you give him or her someone to love?  Just because everyone else makes their vampires and werewolves demons, doesn't mean you have to.

God, I can't believe I'm at the airport talking about vampires and werewolves."

"What like give him a soul?  Find true love and live happily ever after?  Bloody hell, no one will want to read that."

"Yeah, who the hell would want to find true love anyway," Kevin said softly and then finished his drink.

"Pardon me love, did you say something?"

"Um – no I was just thinking aloud.  If you wouldn't mind, can you pour me a shot of that Crown Royal please?

"Mind if I join you?"

"By all means, I hate to do shots alone."

She poured two healthy amounts of the golden scotch whiskey.  After placing one of them in front of Kevin, she picked up the other and held it out.  With a smile, Kevin picked his up and tapped her shot glass.

"Cheers."

"God save the Queen."

After quickly downing the burning alcohol, they slammed the glasses down on the bar.  Suddenly her expression changed as she stared at the young American.  Kevin had seen that look before.

"Um – I close up in about fifteen minutes.  I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere and chat.  I like your thoughts on monsters."

An image of Martina's smiling face flashed in his mind and the anguish rose within him.

"I do appreciate the offer but I think I'll just head to my gate and crash for a few hours," he replied as he placed the money for the drinks and a generous tip on the bar.

"Good luck with your writing, I'll be looking out for a book."  Kevin turned and walked out, but before leaving, he turned around and looked at her as she jotted notes down.

"Something to think about, some monsters use their gift to help people, not hurt them."

"That's a great saying, mind if I use that?"

"Only if you give me your name."

"Oh, it's Jaz – Jaz Cullen."

"Have a nice evening Miss Cullen."  She never heard the last comment as she wrote feverishly on the note pad.

Inside a large Victorian home on the outskirts of Obertilliach, Austria.  Two hours north of Aviano.

"...so that's how I think we can accomplish everything we need to do," Lorna said as she pushed the Intel folder towards Martina.

"It sounds like its feasible, but I can vouch for the ability of the SEALs.  After what happened last time, they won't be easily deceived Lorna."

"Trust me Mother, I've been studying Father's tactics for years now.  I know what I'm doing, besides, what man can resist a young tempting thing like me?"

"If they ever catch on that you're my daughter, you'll never make it out alive.  I still think we should find someone else to help us."

Martina and Lorna heard the lock on the front door and turned to see the two brown haired men enter.  One of them tossed his keys to a black sedan on the table while the other went to the kitchen.  As he sat down, Franz Wilhelm looked at his employer, Lorna Kordic.

At thirty-five, he was in excellent shape.  His slight build and bright blue eyes could easily have mistaken him for a quiet and shy man, but he was far from it.  He was a highly trained mercenary who found a sadistic thrill in taking a human life slowly.  The reason Lorna chose him for this endeavor was because he reminder her so much of her father.

"Did you get the papers I asked for?" Lorna asked Franz.

"Yes, here's everything you'll need for access."  Franz pulled a thick stack of documents out of his jacket pocket and handed it her.  As she went through the papers, she got a puzzled look on her face.

"That's the best name you could come up with?  It makes me sound like a dumb blond."

"You didn't give me any instructions on that, so I had to come up with something.  Besides, if you're going to be around Americans, you should have an American name."

"What about the base, were you able to penetrate their security?  Did you find him there?"

"You were right about Dawson, he was at her house.  We got lucky and found Dvorska, he went to visit them earlier this afternoon.  We aren't going to have a chance to get to him though, he went..."

Martina quickly interrupted him.  "I don't want him killed yet Damn it!  I want the freak to suffer.  I want him to lose everything and everybody.  I want him to hurt so badly, he'll want to take his own life God damn it!"  Martina was red with anger at the thought of him dying quickly.

Franz stared at the fuming woman.  Lorna's mother or not, he was not about to tolerate being dressed down by a women he helped rescue.

"I'm getting paid to do a job Martina.  So if you don't mind – let me do it."

"Franz calm down.  My mother just wants this to be perfect, and besides we need her.  She knows the inner workings of Dawson's team, and they're going to be difficult to deal with."

The other mercenary, Rudolf Berks, entered the living room and handed Franz a cold beer.  "I wouldn't put too much faith in these – SEALs – Lorna.  They have rules, and from what I can tell, very predictable."

"A piece of advice Rudolf, don't underestimate Kevin Dvorska.  He can be very dangerous when upset.  That is how we are going to be able to defeat him.  Trust me, I've seen it and I know just how to push his buttons," Martina said.

"And how do you propose we – push – his buttons Martina?"

Martina had an evil smile forming on her face as she went over the plan in her head.

"We're going to turn his life upside down."

CIA Station Chief's office, Berlin Germany.

James Russell sat at his Desk and glared at his best operative.  He couldn't believe the utter lack of achievement in recovering one woman.

"You can't be serious Allen.  It's been two weeks and all you have for me is she might be in Bosnia."

"Well Sir, we've checked every source we have and came up empty.  The only safe place for her would be Bosnia.  Her husband was the head of the Secret Police, they're probably hiding her because we can't' get in there now.  I think if we ask Kristine Duka up in Aviano she might be able to get the teams to help."




They Walk Among Us Ch. 09



"No!  We lost her and – we – are going to get her back.  Her and her SEAL friends can sit this one out.  Now get out there and find this bitch before I transfer you to a radio post in Northern Alaska."

"Yes Sir."

Allen got up and quickly moved to the door.  He had no idea why the dumb fucker didn't want their help.

'If it wasn't for those assholes, we wouldn't have had her in the first place.'

**********

Kevin Dvorska stepped off the small commuter plane at Scholes International Airport in Galveston.  It was now ten in the morning and his body felt as if it had been rode hard and put away wet.  The baggage car had arrived and began loading up for the departing passengers as Kevin walked slowly towards the terminal.

When he was inside, he looked around and found his mother waiting patiently off to the side.  He could tell that she'd been crying, and it appeared she was going to start up again at the sight of her only son.  He quickly moved to her and held her close as she began sobbing against him.

"It's ok Mom.  We'll get through this together," Kevin said, as he brushed her soft hair.

"I just can't believe he's gone.  I just..."

"Come on Mom, let me get my bag and I'll drive us home.  We can talk later about everything."

Kevin led Beth over to the conveyer and found his bag.  After he found it, he placed his arm around his mom and held her close as they walked to the car.  After helping her in, they drove quietly home.

It was a short drive back to his childhood home.  As he looked around, memories flooded his mind as he pictured his father teaching him how to throw a football.  He remembered the first tent that they tried to put up.  He also remembered how it came crashing down around them after ten minutes.  Kevin laughed a bit at the memory of them crawling out of the wreckage.

They walked inside and Kevin went up to put away his clothes, as Beth went to make her son something to eat.  They still didn't say anything and Kevin was scared to attempt it until she was ready.  When he came back downstairs, he found his mom sitting at the kitchen table next to a plate of bacon and eggs.

"Thanks Mom.  I think this is the first real food I've had since yesterday afternoon."

"It's nothing Kevin.  If that's not enough, there's more over on the stove."  Beth Dvorska said quietly.  She never looked at him; she just stared at the plate of food.

"I can't image how hard it is on you Mom since I've never been married.  After the past few months, I don't know if I can even fall in love.  Maybe this whole mess of a life needs to stop with me."

"I can't speak for your father, he's dead, but I know what I think," she told him as she raised her eyes and looked upon her son.

"He was a werewolf, to some people, a monster.  I still remember the first time he showed me like it was yesterday.  I'd never known fear like that – ever."

"I know Mom, that's why it should..."

"But after that Kevin, I'd never felt more loved in my life.  Your father was more that just some beast.  Yes, it was part of him, but only a small part.  He gave of himself and loved life more than any normal human being I've ever met.  My life would have been wasted if I hadn't met him."

"Listen Mom, I know you think..."

"You don't know anything about how I think Kevin."

The tone in her voice was eerie.  It was as if she wanted to cry and scream out at the same time.  He was thinking of just leaving her to her thoughts, because he knew the grieving stage went from sadness to anger quickly.  He changed his mind when she touched is hand.

"Kevin, we never really talked about your gift.  At his request, I left that up to him to deal with.  I don't have what you two received, so I couldn't answer any of your questions."

"Yeah, some gift.  The only thing it's brought us is pain and some crazy woman who used me to get revenge on the Dvorska family.  It got Dad hurt and almost caught – some gift."

Beth reached out and slapped her son across the face.  When Kevin turned his head back towards his mother, he stared at her in disbelief.  Never once, in all his life, had she ever laid a hand on him.

"Ok, I'd say we're in full anger stage now." 

"You – SEALs – are so secretive.  You only told me about this woman, Martina, who broke your heart.  I had to find out what really happened in that damn cave from your father.  You never knew that I was the one who sent him there," she said as her voice cracked with emotion.

"Mom, you know I can't talk about..."

"Talk about what, love, pain, feelings?  You still believe this is some sort of curse, that a nice girl won't want you because of who you are.

"Not who – what."

"I had it right the first time young man.  You are, who you are, and I can't imagine a life without a werewolf next to me.  You think it's something that would turn a woman off – well it's not.  You wanna know what your father and I used to do after you left for the Navy?"

"Mom, maybe we should drop this and..."

"I'm still your mother and you will sit there and listen to me.  Your father couldn't talk any sense into you, so I will.  After you left for the Navy, your father would change and run around the house all day like that.  He never did it while you were here, because he didn't want to cause you any more emotional pain.  After you left, he would become a large, hairy, ferocious werewolf and then lay on the floor.  I used to snuggle up to that thing you call a monster, and we'd fall asleep like that watching TV.  I've never felt more love and caring in my life – and now I never..."  Beth couldn't finish as she suddenly broke down in tears.

Kevin quickly grabbed his mother up in his arms and held her tight.  He realized that she was on an emotional roller coaster, and it had just jumped off the tracks.  She continued to sob wildly and he couldn't think of anything to say.  He thought she was just upset and confused – but she was right.  If Kristine and Adam accepted him for what he was, maybe someone else might.  Maybe true love was possible for a – werewolf.

**********

The morning of the funeral came too quickly for Kevin and his mom.  The Funeral Director stayed busy guiding the onslaught of people past them as they paid their respects.  It had been a long morning and Kevin just wanted it to be over with so they could start the healing process.  He wore his Dress Blues that day, and everyone stared at his chest full of ribbons and the large gold Trident.  Many of them thanked him for his service and made mention of being a hero, but the real hero was lying still in the coffin.

Soon it became time for the final goodbye and the Dvorska's were now alone for the sad   moment.  Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out Adam Dawson's bright gold trident.  Beth wept softly as he pinned it to his father's lapel.  He looked down at the sleeping figure and smiled.

"Adam Dawson wanted you to have this.  You helped save countless lives that night in the cave, one of them being my friend.  If anyone on earth deserves to be a Navy SEAL, it's you.  I love you Dad."  Kevin leaned down and kissed his father goodbye, as did Beth Dvorska.

When the day was finally over Kevin and his mother sat in the living room.  At his mother's request, he stayed in his uniform.  She hadn't seen him like that since graduating training.

"I owe you an apology Kevin," she said, as she sipped her glass of wine.

"I'm not sure I understand Mom."

"I shouldn't have slapped you yesterday.  I'm so sorry for that."

"I had it coming though, so it's not necessary," he replied with a smile.

"Oh I almost forget.  I have something for you, I'll be right back," Beth quickly got up and went upstairs to her bedroom.

Kevin sat on the sofa and finished off his beer.  It was good that his mom wanted a glass of wine; she needed something to stimulate her senses other than sorrow.  He finished off his beer and went to the kitchen for another one, when he returned she was back on the sofa holding a large envelope and a letter.

He sat down next to her and looked at the envelope.  The return address was a lawyer's office out of Dallas, and sent to Mr. Luka Dvorska.

"Your father had this in his safe for the past few months.  He said I was never to open it unless you were here with us.  He also wrote this and told me to give it to you if anything should ever happen to him.  I just didn't think it would be this..."

"Come on Mom, you and I both know we need to move on.  It's what Dad would have wanted us to do."

Beth handed him the letter and he got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.  He knew it was some sort of goodbye letter and he wondered if he could handle it so soon.  With a great deal of courage, he opened the letter and began reading.

"Hey Shithead,

Yeah that's right I called you a Shithead.  If you're reading this then that means I'm up here with the rest of us werewolves yelling at you to get up off that sofa and get the yard mowed."

"You know Mom, Dad had a warped sense of humor," Kevin told her.

"That's one of things that I loved the most about him."

"Seriously Kevin, I had a pretty damn good life and I enjoyed it to the fullest.  I never got around to telling you many things, just incase I don't get the chance, I thought I'd write this.  You're probably telling yourself that the family bloodline should stop with you.  I thought like that once also, but let me tell you, your mother gave me hope that love is possible for anyone.  Yes stupid, even werewolves."

"I'm starting to think maybe Dad had some sort of medical condition Mom.  Did you ever think of having him evaluated – mentally I mean?" Kevin asked.

Beth gave a little laugh and smiled at her son.  "Almost daily sweetheart."

"Be honest with yourself little buddy, do you think if you were a normal human being, true love would be easy to find?  Shake your head no, that's a good boy.  You're sitting there thinking 'but Dad, I don't want to bring another werewolf into the world'.  It may not be like that Kev.  You see, the gift doesn't work like that; it may skip over your child totally.  Maybe she might have only limited powers like smell and hearing.  You can close your mouth now stupid, you look silly."

Kevin was indeed in shock at the revelation his father wrote down.  Was it possible that what he was saying was correct?  True to Luka Dvorska's vision, Kevin closed his mouth.

"Now on a serious note, you need to know something that I never told you.  I've known about Predjama castle since I was twenty-one.  Your mother doesn't know yet because I was saving it as a surprise.  I've known since I returned from Predjama that I was ill so now you have to be the one to spring it on her.  Kevin, it's now your responsibility to take care of her.  I'm sure she's hurting a lot right now, so try to bring her spirits up because I don't want her to grieve long.  Life is far too short to worry about the dead.  Now get out there and make me a granddaughter!  Remember I love you, and I will be watching over you and your mother from up here.

Dad

P.S.  Tell Adam I said hi.  He's a great person and I consider him a close friend.  I'll be watching over him too.  You can never have enough werewolves watching your back.  Ha, ha – man I crack myself up.  See ya buddy."

Kevin opened the large envelope and pulled out a set of papers.  He was stunned when he saw it was the deed to Predjama castle.  It had the endorsement of the government of Slovenia, and the governments seal on it.

"Um – Mom, what were you planning on doing now that Dad's gone?"

"Well, I have all the money I'll ever need, and your father and I always wanted to travel, so maybe take a vacation or something.  You know I've never been to Hawaii, that sounds fun," she told him as she finished her wine.

"I have a better idea.  How does Predjama sound?"

"Is that in Florida?"

**********

It was seven O'clock and Kevin had just finished the dinner dishes.  As he tossed the damp towel on the counter, he wondered about his mother.  What would her life be like now that her soul mate was gone?  Suddenly Kevin got an idea, he wasn't sure how she'd respond, but it was worth a try.

Elizabeth Dvorska was watching a rerun of Home Alone on TV.  The movie always made her smile, and right now, she could use all the smiling she could get.  Her life was now starting over again, and at her age, it didn't seem that she would find that true spark of joy again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something large and brown approach her.  When she turned her head, she saw Kevin walking into the room.  She had forgotten how big he really was, his golden brown fur flowing around him as he walked.

"Kevin, you don't have to become a wolf just for me.  I know how you feel about the gift, even though your father found it very liberating."

The young gentle werewolf strode into the middle of the room and lay down on his side.  The living room was big, but Kevin's massive form took up most of the center of the area.  When he rolled over on his back, he accidently bumped into the coffee table and almost spilled her wine.

"Hey you clumsy werewolf, watch the furniture!" Beth said with a large smile.

Beth got up and moved over to stand above her son.  As she looked down at him, he stared back with his large gold eyes.  The love in her heart for him was swelling, as she started to tear up.  Kevin saw this and gave her a low growl of disproval.

Beth wiped the tears away.  "You have the nerve to growl at your mother?  I have half a mind to get my clippers and shave you bald.  Now roll over so I can lie down."

Beth sat down on the carpeted floor and lay back against the large wolf.  Her body moved up and down with his breathing, and it didn't take long before she was fast asleep.  Kevin watched the movie for a little while longer, as his mother slept against his right front leg.  As he began to doze off, he thought about how playful Kristine and his mother were with him as a wolf.  He wondered if he would be as lucky as his father.

CJSOTF Seal Compound, Aviano Italy, one week later.

Adam Dawson was sitting at his desk looking at some of his notes he'd written.  It was evaluation time for his team members, and the only way to move up the ranks was with a good eval and test scores.  He jotted some more things down, but had to stop when he heard the knock.

"Enter."

Kristine Duka walked in and stood just in front of his desk.  She snapped to attention and saluted.

"What in the world are you doing Kristine?"

"What ever you want L-tee," she said, and then winked at him.

Adam found her impression of a sailor amusing.  No matter what, she could always bring a smile to his face.  The tight jeans and loose fitting sweater made him smile even bigger.

"At ease Duka.  It's Saturday, and you're interrupting a highly classified process of paperwork."

Kristine put her hands behind her back and spread her shapely legs.  "I'm sorry Sir, I knew you'd be stressed out with the evaluations, and I wanted to offer any assistance that the Lieutenant might need."

Adam's cock started to pulse at her sultry tone.  If he ever did get out of the teams, she would definitely be the one he'd settle down with.  The thought of growing old with her pleased him as he leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head.

"I have secretaries that do clerical work Duka.  You have any other special abilities that I might find interesting?"

"Oh yes Sir.  No one does dick-tation like I do," she said and then moved around the desk and pushed his chair back.

Kristine squatted under Adams desk and then pulled his chair toward her.  After undoing his pants, Adam lifted his hips as she slid them down his muscular legs.  She smiled to herself when she saw he was as hard as a rock.  Opening her mouth, she deftly swallowed the entire length in one motion.

"Oh damn Kristine, maybe this isn't a good idea.  What if someone..."

He lost his thoughts as she once again went down on him, but this time she moaned loudly, as his cock nestled in her throat.  After a few moments of torturing him with her mouth, she released it and started jacking the slick shaft.

"How am I doing so far Mr. Dawson?"

"If you don't stop soon, you're going to get your answer.  You know I don't last long when you use your mouth."

"Why Mr. Dawson, what about all that self control the SEALs are famous for?" Kristine asked from under the desk as she jacked his cock faster.

"Remind me to spank you later for being insolent."

"You can be sure of it – Sir," Kristine replied as she took his cock back into her lovely mouth.

Adam Dawson's heart skipped a beat when there was a quick knock on the door, and Kevin Dvorska stepped inside his Lieutenant's office.  His eyes shot up and he had a shocked look on his face.

"Hey Boss, the duty office said you were here.  I just wanted to thank you again for the ride back last night.  I thought maybe we could hit the club, I got some great news to tell you about my dad's property acquisitions."

"Um – sure no problem Kev, I'll be done here in a few moments and then I'll meet you over there." Adam had a cracked voice as he answered his friend.  Kristine never stopped through the whole conversation.

"Sounds great, see ya there," Kevin replied, as he turned to walk out.

"Oh and Kristine, you're more than welcome to come along too."

Kristine Duka took her mouth off Adam's cock and jacked it quickly.  "Thanks Kevin, I won't be much longer."

"Ok, see you two there," he replied, then walked out and shut the door.

"Let's see where was I, oh yes, dick-tation."  Kristine ingested his cock again, as Adam Dawson leaned back.  He had a thought about the situation.

"Yep, she is definitely a keeper."

Meanwhile, Kevin was just walking down the hall when he noticed Neal Hawkins walking towards Dawson's office.  As he got closer, Neal stopped him.

"Hey Dvorska, sorry to hear about your dad, but I'm glad you're back.  Place hasn't been the same without you."

"Thanks Skipper, and thanks for the help on getting me home so quick.  I know my mom appreciated it.  Hey, some of the guys and I are headed to the club, wanna come along?"

"Sure, just give me a minute and I'll take you over.  I have to see Dawson first."

"Oh – um – Skipper, he just went to the map room to drop some stuff off, then he's headed over there too."

"Oh well, I'll just get with him at the club then.  You ready to go?"

Kevin and Hawkins walked down the hallway, away from the private meeting in Dawson's office.  Kevin had a smile on his face, as he knew that his Team Leader owed him a few beers for keeping his Skipper out of there.

**********

This particular Saturday, the club was extremely crowded.  Some of the military personnel were on their way home from Iraq and they were on a stop over here in Aviano.  None of the SEALs had any military markings on, and usually the uniform of the day was shorts and t-shirts.  

Kevin had a hard time picking out any of the conversations, as they all seemed to blend into one loud annoying noise.  Neal leaned over towards Kevin, talking loudly in his ear.

"You guys really like coming here?  Jesus Dvorska, it looks like a meat market on steroids."

"It's not normally this busy.  Just follow me Sir, I'll get us to a table."

"That's why you're the point man stupid," Neal Hawkins said, as he slapped him on his back.

The two of them maneuvered through the crowd, and Kevin saw an open table in the back.  He moved quickly and snagged it just before a small band of Army grunts did.  They showed their displeasure, but given Kevin's muscular build, they turned and moved towards the bar.

It was just a few moments before Kev saw the team's sniper, Dan Vasquez, leading two members of Charlie's fire team with him.  As they all took a seat, V-man leaned over towards his CO.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 09



"Hey Skipper, I'm glad to see you out with the little people for a change, the O-Club getting a little stuffy these days?" he joked with him.

"Nice to see you too Vasquez, did you bring Doc Sharp with you?"

"Nope, he's taking a siesta."

"That's too bad V-man.  It would be nice to have him here, so he could pull my foot out of your ass."

"Um – point taken Sir," V-man replied as he sat back in his chair.

Kevin gave a silent chuckle and then leaned over to his friend and teammate.  When he reached up and turned Dan's head, he pretended to inspect his face.

"I'm not Doc, but I don't think your chin will bruise V."

V-man pulled his face back.  "Shut up Kev.  I was just trying to make conversation."

Neal Hawkins looked around for the server, and when he saw her, she was busy with the other tables.  Since it would be a while for service, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"It might be awhile for some service, so I guess I'll buy and fly.  Hold down the Fort and I'll be right back," Hawkins told the two SEALs, then left to find the bar.

Kevin scanned the area in search of anyone he knew.  His curiosity perked, when his eyes came upon a brown haired man in his mid thirties, staring at him and Dan.  He found it odd that out of all these people, he would be watching a couple of men in PT gear.

He dismissed the man when something else caught his senses.  Adam Dawson was leading Kristine through the horde.  When they reached it, Adam looked around at the crowd, and then down to Kevin.

"Someone having a birthday party?"

"Hi Adam, I think they're having strippers later, so everyone is just waiting," Kevin told him.

The two of them sat down and asked if they had beers coming yet.  When they found out that Neal Hawkins was buying the first round, they sat back and waited.  In true SEAL form, Adam began scanning the room.  His eyes came to rest on a man who was reading a newspaper, but then he looked over the top of it at the group of SEALs.

"What's the matter Honey, do you see someone you know?" Kristine asked.

"Check out that guy over there.  Does it seem odd for someone to be reading a newspaper in a crowded bar?

"Everyone has there own thing they like to do.  Maybe after we're done here I can show you what I like to do," she said as she breathed softly in his ear.

His thoughts were lost when Hawkins returned with a tray full of beers.  Setting the heavy tray down, he started passing out the ice cold drinks.

"Nice of you guys to finally show up.  What kept ya?" Hawkins asked.

"Sorry Neal, something came up at the last minute that I had to take care of ."

Kevin heard the comment from Dawson and looked over at Kristine.  She blushed brightly and looked at Kevin, then mouthed the words for him to shut up.  He had a big smile on his face as he tried not to laugh at her.

They sat around talking about different things that had to do with work.  After about twenty minutes, Kristine was getting bored and grabbed her purse.

"If you guys are just going to sit here and talk about work all day, I think I'll find my way to the bar and see if something more interesting is happening."

"Hey come on, sit down Kristine.  We'll change the subject and we can talk about anything you want to," Adam told her as he put his hand over hers on top of the table.

This small gesture didn't go unnoticed by Hawkins.  He had his suspensions that maybe something might be going on with the two of them.  Whenever he saw them together, they seemed to be two different people.  Dawson was always business, but never when she was around.

"Well, didn't Kevin say he had some news to tell us?" she said, as she looked at Kevin.

Kevin filled them in on the deed to Predjama castle and his mom's reaction to the news.  They were all happy for the family, but Kristine was particularly interested.

"So is your mom going there for a vacation?" she asked.

"Yeah I think so.  Most of the bullshit over there is calming down and she really wants to find out more about the Dvorska side of the family.  Maybe since you know so much about it, we can take some time off and head up there."

"Oh I'd love to Kevin.  I think it would be great to meet your mom." Kristine replied just as a server came up to clear the table of empty bottles.

Kevin noticed the blond haired woman quickly and instantly became attracted to her beauty.  She stood maybe five foot tall and young, probably eighteen or nineteen, with a slender build.  He knew most of the staff here, but couldn't remember seeing her before.

"You must be new here, I don't remember seeing you before," Kevin said with a smile.

"Oh I just started a couple of days ago.  This is my first weekend shift and I sure hope it's not always like this.  It's hard to keep everyone served," she replied.

"This is not a normal day.  Usually it's a lot more subdued so hang in there."

V-man leaned over and looked at her.  "Since you're here though, how about another round?"

"Yes Sir, I'll be back in just a few minutes."

"You don't have to call me Sir, I work for a living," Vasquez said with a smile.

He immediately saw the look that Hawkins and Adam gave him.  His smile faded fast as he realized his mistake.

"Sorry Skipper, I'll just go find Doc to help me with that case of athletes' mouth."

The young blond woman set the tray down and started writing on her note pad.  Kevin wanted to help his teammate so he decided to change the subject.

"Um – pardon me, my name's Kevin, and the guy with his foot in his mouth is Dan.  What's yours?"

"Oh I'm sorry, it's Laura."

"Well Laura it's nice to meet you," Kevin said cheerfully and then extended his hand.

Adam and Kristine smiled at Kevin.  Maybe this was the start of him coming out of his funk about women.  Neal Hawkins looked on in approval; he knew Martina Duval had hurt the young SEAL badly.  The satisfying thing was, she was currently rotting away in prison.

Laura smiled at him with her youthful face and bright brown eyes.  She extended her hand and grabbed Kevin's softly.

Like a bolt of lightning, all of Kevin's senses flashed unexpectedly.  It was as if the secretive werewolf inside him was suddenly straining to get out.  In a panic, he bolted upright and pulled his hand back.  There was a large crash, as the empty beer bottles went tumbling across the table.

Everyone at the table moved back and grabbed the flying glass.  Adam stared in disbelief at his friends actions.  Laura had another look, it was one of sadness, as she reached down and filled her tray up again.

"Um – I sorry, I'll take these away and be back shortly with your drinks," she said.

When she left, Hawkins pulled his chair back towards the table and stared at Alpha's point man.

"What the hell was that about Dvorska?  I've never seen someone so fucking jumpy from just shaking hands," Hawkins asked Kevin who was still standing up.

"Um – sorry Skipper, I – uh – just had a cramp.  I need to head to the restroom and clean up a bit.  Excuse me, I'll be right back."  Kevin left quickly and headed to the other side of the club. 

"I think I'll go have a chat with Dvorska in private and teach him what to do when a pretty thing like that smiles at you," Hawkins said.

"Skipper, he's been through a lot lately.  I'll go check on him," Adam said quickly and then took off after Kevin.

Adam entered the restroom and found Kevin Dvorska splashing water on his face with shaking hands.  He quickly checked the stalls to see if they were alone and then placed his hand on his young friends back.

"You ok Kev?"

Kevin looked at his Team Leader's reflection in the mirror.

"Christ Adam, it was like every one of my senses suddenly sparked all at once.  I've only felt that happen one other time in my life.  The night Kordic walked into that pub in Predjama."

"You're shitting me right?  That little thing is a fucking werewolf?" he asked in amazement.

"I don't think so.  If she were, I would have sensed her when we first walked into the club.  This happened when she touched me.  Jesus, my heart's racing and my stomach is doing summersaults."

"I may not be an expert on werewolves, but I think you just fell in love."

"Oh knock it off Adam.  I'm being serious here, there's something up with that girl.  It sure feels like danger to me."

Adam talked to Kevin for a few more moments, then they walked back to join the others.  He was genuinely concerned for his point man.  He'd known him for almost six months now, and since then, he'd never seen him more nervous than just now.

Well everyone, I hope you found it easier to read without all the he said, she replied tags.  I tried to use them sparingly.  As always let me know what you think, but remember, you know I like to throw many twists in the plot.  Don't forget to vote and I'll get the next chapter out as fast as I can.



They Walk Among Us Ch. 10



Here's the next installment. I'm sorry it's a little late getting out, real life got in the way for a while. I hope I got the Guinness right this time. Thanks as always to my editor Dawn. You're such a dear for sticking with me, also Misty and Miss Cullen for your guidance on the critics. Please enjoy the story, and don't forget to vote.

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For quite some time, the small group of SEALs drank beer and talked about different things. Mostly, of how good it was going to be to head back to the States. Every time it came up, Kristine's heart sank a bit more; her affair with Adam was ending.

When she glanced at Adam, he was smiling and talking about taking a few weeks vacation, something stupid about watching the Buckeyes. It was loud in the club, so she tugged on his sleeve to get his attention.

"Why would you want to watch a deer's eyes?"

"No Kristine, it's not a deer, it's the name of The Ohio State football team. Their called the Buckeyes."

"Oh, so you're not unlike European men. All they want to do is sit around and watch football."

"That's not football Kristine, that's soccer. Real football is hard hitting and fast, that's football baby," V-man corrected her.

Their conversation stopped when Laura approached the group to pick up the empty bottles. She knew Kevin was nervous around her, so she stayed away from him and went in between Hawkins and Dawson.

"Hi there little lady, if you can swing it, how about one more round and then I think I have to call it a day," Neal Hawkins said as he pulled out his wallet again.

"Hey Skipper, you got the last one, it's my turn," Kevin told him.

Kevin stared at Laura to see if his werewolf senses would kick in, they didn't. When she looked up and saw Kevin staring, she quickly diverted her eyes down. Kevin detected a hint of sadness, but couldn't figure out why.

"Laura, I'd like to apologize again for earlier. I had a cramp and I didn't mean to startle you," he told her with a big smile.

"I told you, it's alright. I'll be back in a few minutes," she replied, and her voice left little doubt about her feelings.

After she left, Hawkins leaned across the table towards Kevin. "It's just me, but I think you need to tip her big for making her..."

His critique of Kevin's behavior stopped when his pager went off. Hawkins looked down and found it was the duty office trying to get in touch with him. "That's it for me kids."

"Hey Skipper, we're going to call it a day also. Can you give me and the guys a ride back to the barracks?" V-man asked, as he looked over at the two other SEALs from Charlie.

"No problem guys. How about you Dvorska, need a ride?"

"No thanks Skipper, I got beers coming, and I'm sure Kristine could give me a lift."

Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins and the others walked out of the Enlisted Club. Now that Kristine was alone with her two favorite SEALs, she scooted her chair over towards Kevin.

"Ok, out with it Kevin. SEALs are some of the most physically fit men in the Navy. They don't just get cramps all of a sudden."

"This isn't really the proper place to tell you about my, you know what, side of me."

"So it's got to do with your gift?"

"I wish everyone would stop calling it that," Kevin replied with a grim face.

Just then, Laura came back with a full tray of beers. She looked around for the others and then got that sad look again. As she set the beer on the table, she looked at Kristine.

"I guess I made them nervous too. Sorry about running your friends off."

"Why would you think such a thing? They had to go take care of some things, that's all. Trust me I know those men, and they would have love nothing better than to sit her and flirt with you dear." Kristine told Laura, as she placed her hand over hers.

"It's just, I'm not very good around people. I still don't know why I took this job." Laura pulled her hand back, and then quickly glanced at Kevin. It lasted only a brief second before she diverted her eyes again.

Kevin's wolf side wasn't screaming to get out yet and thought that maybe it was just a fluke last time. He decided to test his theory. Standing up, he walked around the table and moved to within a few feet of her. His large frame dwarfed her waiflike body and she started to move away.

"I think we should start over Laura, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. My name is Kevin Dvorska, it's a pleasure meeting you," he said softly as he extended his hand.

Laura was a bit hesitant; she didn't need a repeat of the earlier episode. She slowly reached out and took his hand. She looked into Kevin's eyes to see his reaction and found him smiling brightly back at her. When she returned the smile, she had no idea that Kevin's werewolf was screaming holy hell to get out.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it Laura?" Kevin said politely, even though he wanted to rip his hand back.

"You seem like a nice guy. I don't get to meet nice ones very often."

Kevin pulled his hand back slowly so as not to make her nervous again. He reached into his wallet, paid for the beers, and then tipped her generously.

When Laura left, she had a huge smile on her face and a bit more spring in her step. After sitting down, Adam looked at his friend with a thankful look.

"You handled that well buddy, you must have been wrong last time."

"I wasn't L-tee, it happened again. The only thing different was this time I held my reaction in."

"I don't understand what reaction? She's not a -- um -- you know -- gifted," Kristine asked him as she carefully selected her words.

"I have no idea Kristine. When I touch her, my -- gift -- as you so put it, goes crazy. I wanted to -- you know, do it -- so bad it was hard to control."

"I tried to tell him earlier in the restroom honey, it might be love by the way he's reacting to her," Adam told her.

"Oh Kevin, that's great! It's her, you found her. Oh honey, I'm just so happy for you Kevin," Kristine told him as she wrapped her arms around him.

Kevin pulled her arms off him and looked at her with a very serious look.

"Stop Kristine, I don't think it's my true love. Besides, Adam has said a million times, people like us don't have lives like that, we have the teams. That's especially true for someone with my -- condition."

Kristine sat back and tried very hard not to comment. She knew all to well on what was going to happen soon. Adam even told her one night after they made love, it was going to end, and she should remember their deal, just friends with benefits.

She wanted to cry at that very moment, so she quickly grabbed her beer and took a long drink. After placing it down, she turned to Adam and kissed him deeply. Kevin was a little embarrassed, turned his head, and took a hit off his beer.

When Adam pulled away from her, he gave her a stern look. "Jesus Kristine, you know better than to do that in public. If the wrong person found out, it would mean the end of my career."

"I don't care anymore. If you weren't a SEAL then maybe we could be together more. I don't know why your job should keep you from having a life and love at the same time," she said with a hint of anger.

"We've talked about this before, and you know why Kristine."

"And I don't want to talk about it here."

"You brought it up honey," Adam said, as a matter of point.

"Now I'm dropping it. So what are we doing for dinner Adam? It's your turn to choose."

Adam shook his head in bewilderment. He knew he was in love with her, but he also couldn't put her through the pain if he didn't come back. It was a real possibility with the SEALs. She couldn't understand he was actually trying to save her from that heartache. 

"I was going to grill out tonight since it's such a nice day. But since you seem to be upset, maybe we should just..."

"The grill sounds fine Adam. Since you're a man I'll spell it out for you, I'm not upset I'm complex."

"Oh, my mistake Kristine," he replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Kevin you should make up for you're earlier actions by asking Laura to dinner at my house tonight. You need to get back in the saddle again and start dating."

"Kristine, I am not going to ask her to dinner tonight. I'm not going to sit around and do the Saturday evening get together with someone who already makes me suspicious."

Just as Kevin finished, Laura walked up. She still had a bright smile and Kevin found it extremely appealing. He shook the feeling off, and smiled back politely.

"Hi Kevin, I was in the area and I thought I'd check on you, see how you're doing," Laura said in a happy tone.

"Everything is going good Laura. We were just..." Kevin couldn't finish his statement because Kristine suddenly cut him off.

"Just going to invite you to a cookout over at my house tonight. Kevin felt it was the least we could do to say sorry for earlier."

"That sounds great and I would love to, but I have a term paper that's due on Monday. If it's ok, I'd like to have a rain check on the offer. I don't have a lot of friends, so I don't get out much," Laura told her with a hopeful look.

"It's an open invitation, anytime you wanna come over for dinner, just give me a call." Kristine pulled a pen out of her purse and wrote her number down. She handed it to her and looked at Kevin.

"Looks like you just made a new friend Kevin. Can't have too many of those now can we?" she said with a sly smile.

"Yeah, that's great. Thanks for the help with my shyness -- Miss Duka."

When Laura walked away, Adam glared at his lover. "That wasn't very nice Kristine; what if Kevin is right and there really is something up with her."

"Nonsense, what could possibly be wrong a cute young blond girl?"

"A lot," Kevin and Adam said at the same time.

**********

Neal Hawkins locked the door to this office and pulled the note out of his pocket. He dialed the number and waited. After a few moments, a sexy voice came on the line.

"Good afternoon, Sensor Systems Technology. How may I direct your call?"

"Alpha, victory, tango seven," Hawkins said, as he remembered the code phrase for the CIA.

"Thank you Sir, I'll put you through right away." Within seconds, another female voice came on the line.

"Central, what party Sir?"

"This is Lieutenant Commander Neal Hawkins. I was told to call Allen Brenner."

"Thank you. May I please have your clearance code, Commander?"

"Seven three eight, bravo six four."

"Stand by Commander Hawkins."

'Jesus, getting back with these CIA fucks is a pain in the ass.'

He was on hold for three minutes until Brenner finally got on the phone. "Commander Hawkins thanks for getting back with me so quick."

"It would have been sooner if I didn't have to prove my dick size to everyone there. Now would you please tell me what the hell is so important that you had to bypass my CIA Liaison?"

"That's what I love about you SEALs, you're always..."

"Brenner, I have a truck load of people here willing to kiss my ass. Skip the pleasantries and get to the point."

"Basically my boss is an asshole."

"I'm not sure I follow you Brenner. Why call me to complain about your fucking boss?"

"Because I need your help and he said not to let you or Kristine know. He thinks we should do this on our own."

"Let me guess, you need help on your parking tickets?" Hawkins left no hint at his growing aggravation.

"No, I need help in recapturing Martina Duval."

For a brief moment, there was dead silence as the news sank into Neal Hawkins mind. It was coming to a point that Allen thought Hawkins didn't hear him.

"What?" Hawkins asked.

"Martina Duval escaped about three weeks ago. Whoever helped her, took out two agents who were transferring Duval to Ramstein Air Force Base. The Station Chief thinks he doesn't need your help, so this is off the record."

"Give me a moment to get this straight. We find out about Martina Duval, who gave up an entire SEAL squad. Then we kill her husband and hand her over to you fuckers. Which by the way isn't what we should have done if you remember, and then what? You get a couple of your goons to drive her around -- and then you fucking let her escape!" Hawkins screamed the last statement as he bolted upright.

"Commander, I know what you must think about our..."

"You have no fucking idea what I'm thinking right now shithead. I lost one of my best Fire Teams, and almost lost two more SEALs thanks to that bitch. Now just how in the hell do you expect me to take that news? Jump for fucking joy, and wish there were more of you dumb fucks?"

"Are you done?"

"I haven't even started to..."

Suddenly there was a knock on the Skippers door. He had no idea that his voice was carrying down the hall, and it was just the Executive Officer trying to tell him to be quiet.

"Get the fuck away from my God damn door!"

Neal caught his breath. "What the fuck do you want from me Brenner? I already did your job once."

"I was a Green Beret, so I know how you feel. What I need, is for Kristine and the rest of your team to put their heads together and find this bitch. We can't locate her, and I don't want her to find a way to repeat her performance.

"Ok, what do you have so far as Intel?"

"I'll have a courier there tomorrow. Everything that I have on Martina and her husband is in it. Go over it. See if we missed something. I swear Commander; all I want to do is put this God damn bitch down once and for all."

"And the Station Chief?"

"What Station Chief? You deal directly with me and me alone."

"Fine, just one more thing."

"Yes?"

"Is Dawson and Dvorska in any danger?" There was a pregnant pause as Hawkins waited for his answer.

"They killed her husband and put her in a cage. What do you think Commander?"

**********

It was late Monday morning and Neal Hawkins had been up all night going over the very thick CIA file on the Kordic family. Most of it he'd seen before on Viljem, but some of it was new. He wondered why the agency kept this information from him, and then he realized whom he was dealing with.

Neal tossed the last of the photos on his desk and rubbed his tired eyes. After taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone and dialed Adam Dawson's office.

"Dawson."

"Hey Adam, do me a favor and get your team together and meet me in the briefing room," Hawkins said tiredly.

"Sure Neal. What's up, we going out?"

"I don't know yet, that's up to you guys. Bring Duka with you as well. She needs to be in on this one."

"Roger that Boss," Adam replied and then hung up his phone.

It was twenty minutes before all of the members of Dawson's fire team made it to the briefing room. Carl Werner walked in followed by Kristine and Dawson gave them both a concerned look.

"Nice of you two to join us," Hawkins said.

"Sorry Sir. I had some bad Rigatoni last night," Carl replied, and then took a seat next to V-man.

Hawkins tossed the large folder on the table and looked at the group of SEALs. "Alright folks we got tossed this one by an anonymous friend at the CIA. It seems they've lost one of their prisoners a few weeks back and they want us to go over what they have. Dawson, I want your team to put their heads together and get me some new leads."

"Sure thing Hawk, who are we looking for." Dawson pulled the folder over to him.

"I want you guys to hunt down Martina Duval," Hawkins told them.

Kevin Dvorska's heart sank as he heard the name. He thought back to when he had her pinned to the floor, ready to rip her throat out. Hindsight being twenty twenty, he knew he had been mistaken when he stopped. 

"We already had this bitch once Skipper. How in the fuck did she manage to escape?" Bob Holiday asked.

"It's all there in the file Chief. By the way, this is a black op Dawson. Only one other person knows we have that file outside of this room. Kristine, if you're asked about it, deny any knowledge of its existence," Hawkins told her.

"Existence of what file Sir?"

"Exactly. Dawson, she has a three-week head start. Duval could be in Siberia for all we know."

Adam started spreading the contents out on the table, as Kristine read the report on the escape. Everyone in the team grabbed some Intel and began looking it over, everyone except Kevin, who was staring at the table.

Neal Hawkins saw the turmoil within him. He knew of the pain he went through the first time. Having to open old wounds was never an easy task, but Kevin Dvorska was still a Navy SEAL, he would have to endure it.

"Dvorska, you can be excused if you feel you can't contribute to the task at hand."

Kevin looked up at his Commanding Officer. "No Sir. There isn't anyone in this room that wants her -- recaptured -- more than me."

"Good, but you need to remember that this is a job. There is no room for vengeance or personal feelings."

Kevin stared at his Skipper as he walked out of the briefing room. He knew he had to keep his mouth shut, but he really wanted to scream at him.

'What the hell would you know about personal feelings? You weren't the one she used as a piece of meat.'

"Adam, I don't think she went back home. That would be the first place the CIA would have searched for her. From the photos of the dead agents, she had at least two people helping her," Kristine told him as she handed him the report.

Doc Sharp looked up from his paperwork. "If I was Martina Duval, what would be my motive for going somewhere?"

"Hey Boss, maybe she's coming back here to get her husband's nuts back," Carl Werner said with a laugh.

Adam Dawson looked at his team's weapons expert, then he shifted his gaze to Kevin. "Or maybe she's looking to get someone else's."

The SEAL team went through every piece of paper and photo twice. The only answer any of them could come up with was none of it made sense. It was now getting very late in the day and Dawson decide to call it quits for a while. Maybe some time away from it would help.

The team put everything away and filed out the door. When Adam and Kristine were alone, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her toned arms behind her. Adam couldn't help but glance over at her chest.

"So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?" he asked Kristine.

"I don't know. I think we should invite Kevin over and keep an eye on him. I don't think he's handling all this very well."

"Yeah I think you might be right. He hardly said two words all day. If it wouldn't bother you, I'd like to bring this file over too. Maybe over a few beers we might see something different."

"After a few beers you better be looking at something other than the Intel. Or am I going to have to run around with stockings and a garter belt?"

"Now that might get my attention."

They left the briefing room and headed down the hall. He noticed Bob and Kevin heading out of the building and stopped them.

"Where are you two headed off to?" Adam asked.

"We're going to the E-Club for a few beers." Bob replied.

"After you're done Kevin, head on over to Kristine's place."

"You baby sitting me now L-tee?" Kevin's tone displayed his frustration.

"No, but I will if you don't pull your head out of your ass."

"Don't worry Adam, I'll make sure he goes." Then he looked at Kevin. "Even if I have to drag his unconscious body over there.

"Kevin if you happen to see Laura..." Kristine tried to say.

"Oh come on Kristine. Please don't play cupid anymore, it's starting to get annoying."

"Think of it as a woman's prerogative."

**********

Chief Holiday and Kevin walked up to the bar and sat down. When the lovely bartender walked up, Kevin looked over at the draft taps. When he saw one of them had a large black ceramic handle with a white tip, he ordered two drafts and then looked around to see if Laura was there.

"Let me guess Kevin, you're looking for that girl Kristine was talking about."




They Walk Among Us Ch. 10



"Nope, just checking the bar Bob. Can't be too careful with Martina running around again."

"Give me a break Dvorska. You need to find another girl and fuck the shit out of her so you can move on. How long do you plan on carrying that bitch's luggage around with you?"

"Don't you start in on me too Bob," Kevin told him with a hint of anger.

"L-tee is right, you need to pull your head out of your ass."

The lecture stopped when the two draft beers arrived. They both took a long pull off the dark liquid, and then Kevin reached over for a napkin. After handing one to his Team Chief, Kevin wiped his mouth.

"Wow, is this Guinness?"

"Yeah, some chick named Jaz something or other turned me on to it during a lay over in London."

"Man the English sure know how to make an ale," Bob said and then took another long drink.

"You know I would never correct one of my elders..."

"You better be talking about your grandparents Kevin."

"Sorry, my superiors, but just for the record it's a stout not an ale."

"Same difference Kevin."

"Not to some people. I met up with some guy from Ireland when I was home for the funeral. When I ordered one there, he corrected me when I said the same thing. To some people it matters a lot because the Irish have a high regard for it."

"So it's from Ireland not England?"

"Yep, and it's the UK not England."

"Are you going to sit here and correct everything I say, because if you are, you and I might not be friends very much longer -- Petty Officer Dvorska."

"Sorry -- Chief -- just thought you'd like to get the facts straight. I'll shut up now."

"See there Kevin, you're getting smarter everyday."

Just then, someone placed a hand on Kevin's shoulder. He knew exactly who it was when his senses went into overdrive. He spun around quickly and stared at her.

"Oh I'm sorry Kevin, I didn't mean to startle you. I just got off my break and I saw you sitting there. I wanted to come over and say hello."

"Hi Laura, allow me to introduce one of my fellow sailors. This handsome grandpa is Bob Holiday."

She extended her hand cautiously and Bob reached out and softly lifted it to his mouth and kissed the top. He never took his eyes off her. After pulling her hand back, she turned eight shades of red and diverted her eyes down.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Laura. If I may be so forward to offer some advice, I think you should have dinner with Kevin as soon as possible. I'll wait until tomorrow to punch his teeth out for the grandpa remark."

Laura giggled quickly, and if possible, turned even redder. The bartender cleared her throat and Laura abruptly left to check her area. Bob Holiday turned in his chair and looked at Kevin with bafflement in his eyes. 

"You can't be serious that she's the one Kristine is talking about."

"Let it drop Bob, you don't know what you're talking about," Kevin said and then grabbed his drink.

"I might be old but I'm not dead yet. You want something to make you forget that bitch Martina. Here's a news flash for you, it just walked over there."

"Jesus, not you too! Did Kristine and Adam put you up to this?" Kevin took another drink.

"You'd have to be nonhuman not to notice her."

Kevin spit his Guinness out over the bar top. After coughing and wiping his face off, he turned to his Chief and glared at him.

"Hold it right there Mister. Don't blame me if you can't drink and breathe at the same time."

"Do you really think she's the one for me? Oh please Bob, help me overcome my ludicrous shyness around the opposite sex," Kevin said sarcastically.

"Maybe I should sit on the other side of the bar? I think I'm loosing IQ points being this close to you," he replied as he started to get up.

Kevin laughed and pushed him back down. They talked for a while at the bar and then after his second Guinness, he needed to use the restroom. As he passed Laura, she waved quickly and had a big smile on her face.

'I wish you'd turn that charm on someone else.'

Bob was finishing his drink, when Laura came up behind him. After tapping him on the shoulder, he turned to see the blond haired youth smiling at him.

"Um -- I don't want this to sound strange, but, I was wondering if Kevin is um -- you know -- seeing anyone?" she asked timidly.

"As a matter of fact no, he isn't. He is trying to get over a very bad relationship, and he just can't seem to get back in the game."

"Oh well maybe I should just leave..."

"Actually I think it would be a nice gesture to surprise him. You see, I know he likes you and I bet it would brighten his spirits if you suddenly showed up at our friend's house. Her name is Kristine and she lives..."

"Oh wait, I met her the other day. She told me anytime I wanted to come over I could."

"Great, then it's settled. He should be there in around thirty minutes. Do me a favor and don't tell him you're coming over. He really likes surprises."

**********

Adam and Kristine had the contents of the folder spread out over the living room floor. Adam finished his beer, set the empty can down next to the other three, and tossed the photos of Jack Gilmore and Jason McKinley back into the pile. He reached over and pulled another beer from the box.

"Is the beer helping you find anything yet?" Kristine asked as she sipped her wine.

"A little, but I keep coming back to the same thought."

"You have my attention Adam."

Adam handed the last two pictures to Kristine. "Look at these photos of the two agents. One of them has his nuts blasted all to hell and two rounds through the heart. Look at his weapon -- it's still in the holster."

"Ok, but I'm still not seeing what you're seeing."

"Now look at the other one. He has a single shot to the side of his head. His weapon is on the ground in front of the door."

"I guess you're going to have to connect the dots for me."

"This was a professional hit. I'm not talking about Serbian military either. I'm leaning more towards Merc's than anything else. Not normal one's either, these people know what their doing. That's my problem. Someone wanted her back really bad. Bad enough to risk taking out two CIA agents."

"Ok but that still doesn't answer why. Who's connected enough to do something like that? I've read everything there is on Martina, and there's nothing special enough to try and get her back," Kristine told him.

They were both baffled at the situation. Adam had his head back against the cushions of the couch as Kristine stared blankly at the pile of photos and reports. Scattered in front of her, the photographs of the assault on Radovan Valenta stared back. The CIA had two agents undercover as police officers who took photos of the crime scene.

'What the hell does she know that is worth all this? Why risk a life on the run from the CIA for her?'

Suddenly something caught her eye. Slightly obscured by an open door, she saw a picture on the wall in Kordic's study. Kristine cocked her head to one side as she picked it up off the pile and looked at it closer. Her breath caught in her throat as she focused on the picture.

Kristina jumped up off the floor as if the house was on fire. Adam lifted his head up as he watched her bolt to the small table in the hallway. Kristine pulled a large magnifying glass out and studied the small detail. Her head shot back up as she spun around and faced Adam Dawson. Her mouth was open as if to speak but nothing came out.

"You look like I did when I saw Kevin's grandmother. What's the matter? Did you find something?"

"It can't be, it just can't be," she whispered as she walked over and handed him the photo and magnifier.

"You have to be kidding me. This is turning out to be a fucking nightmare," Adam said as he stared at a photo of a small dark haired girl riding on Viljem Kordic's shoulders.

"You asked who wanted her back bad enough to kill two armed CIA agents, how about her daughter?"

"Kristine, if this is really Kordic's daughter, then she might be a..."

"We need Kevin, and we need him right now," she told him as she picked up the phone and dialed Kevin's pager.

**********

Kevin was slowly walking towards Kristine's house as he thought about his current situation with Laura. Every time she touched him, his emotions ran wild, and the wolf screamed louder for release.

'It has to mean danger, it just has to be.'

Kevin's pager started buzzing and he looked down at the number. It was Kristine's home phone, but it also had a 911 behind it. Kevin bolted towards her house. It was only three more blocks and he covered the distance quickly. He didn't bother knocking and his mind was on Kristine. If she hadn't paged him, he might have noticed the car parked down the street with two brown haired men sitting in it.

Kevin opened the door and ran in. He was breathing hard as he quickly walked into the living room.

"That was fast." Kristine got up off the couch and brought him a beer.

"I don't get it, what was with the 911 message? Hell I thought something happened to you or Adam."

"Have a seat Kev, I think we found out who broke Martina out," Adam told him.

Kevin sat down in an overstuffed chair and took a sip of the beer. "Well he's number one on my hit list."

"Take a look at this, and tell me what you see," Adam said as he handed the photo to Kevin.

After staring at it for a few moments, he handed it back. "It's the safe house we hit a few months back. What does that have to do with Martina? I thought we killed everyone except the officers."

"Take a closer look at it. You're supposed to have perfect vision, so you should have picked it out first," Adam said, and then pushed Kevin's hand back.

Kevin pulled the photo back and stared at it for a long time. His vision then came to rest on the photo of Kordic and Martina. Adam could see Kevin's hand start to shake and he suddenly crushed the beer can he held.

As the cold beer exploded, it covered Kevin's legs and splashed down on the carpet. Kristine ran into the kitchen and grabbed a rag. When she returned, Kristine began soaking up the spilt alcohol.

"Sorry about that Kristine. This is just too unbelievable to be true."

"Actually, you took it better than I thought you would," she replied as she took the photo and handed it to Adam. 

Adam tucked the photo into the folder and put everything in the nearby end table. He went to get two fresh beers, when he returned he handed one to Kevin. 

"Ok, so Martina has a daughter who's a werewolf. She gets some people to help her break Mommy out of prison. Where does she take her, and why?" Kristine asked Kevin.

"You don't know if she is a werewolf Kristine. My dad wrote me a letter before he died. He tried to reason with me about continuing the family line. He said sometimes the gift skips a generation, or they have limited ability."

"I don't get it Kev. What kind of limited ability?" Adam asked.

"I don't understand it completely, but it seems the offspring will only have sight, smell, and hearing. They won't be able to change completely."

"Kevin lets assume for a moment that she's a full wolf. Where would she take her mom?"

"Back here for revenge."

"That would be suicide. Martina knows if we catch her we're going to have to kill her. She won't risk it," Adam told him.

"Kordic could have left well enough alone and lived a long life. Instead, he chose to hunt my family and me down so he could kill me. His grandfather did it, and he followed his example. What makes you think his daughter wouldn't do the same thing?"

"Martina can't get twenty feet inside the base without us knowing about it. She isn't that stupid Kevin."

"Do you have any current photos of her kid L-tee? From what I can see, there's no information on her at all. It's as if she never existed. Hell this is probably the only photograph there is of her."

"Point taken Kevin, but that makes our position stronger. We only have her daughter and a few hired guns to worry about. She'd have to keep the group small to avoid any attention."

There was a knock on the door, which stopped their conversation. Kristine went to the door and peered through the peephole viewer. When she saw it was Laura, she opened the door and smiled at her.

"Well hi there Laura. I'm glad you decided to come by and visit," Kristine said as she moved to the side.

As the two women moved into the living room, Kevin ran his eyes over her body. She was wearing a loose fitting sweater that draped over her firm breasts. The black spandex pants she had on clung to her tiny hips like a second skin. Even though she was extremely lovely, Kevin still had a feeling that something was out of place with her.

"Hi Kevin, surprise!" 

"Hi Laura, nice to see you away from the club. How did you know I was over here?"

"Actually it was your friend Bill's idea. He said you'd be with Kristine and Adam and you really like surprises. By the look on your face I guess he was right."

"His name is Bob, and I'll have to thank him a lot when I see him tomorrow."

"Would you care for something to drink Laura? I have water and soda, or would you prefer a glass of wine?" Kristine asked.

"Um -- is it ok if I have some wine?"

"Sure sweetie, just sit down and make yourself comfortable. Kevin, Adam -- you two ready for another?

"I'm ready," Adam said.

"No thanks, I'm good," Kevin added.

Kristine left the three of them alone, and Adam turned to Laura. "So Laura, where are you from."

"It's a small town that isn't on most maps, Imlay City, Michigan."

"Hah, I knew there was something strange about you. You're a Michigan fan!"

"Um, I don't really follow football Adam. I'm more into reading fiction books. I get to loose myself in another world for awhile."

"What are you doing over here in Aviano?" Kevin asked.

"I'm an exchange student and I'm taking a few classes over at the College. My Uncle was in the Army and he thinks I should get out and see the world. Therefore, to make him happy I came over on a student Visa. I hope that it won't be too long before I get to see home again, I miss it."

"What does Mom and Dad think about you over here?" Adam asked.

Laura bowed her head. Her blond hair fell forward a bit as if to hide her face. Adam was confused at her reaction on the mention of her parents. He leaned forward in his chair, as Kevin too took notice of her actions. Something didn't smell right here.

Laura lifted her head and stared at the two Seals. "So what do you two do in the Navy? Seems strange to have Navy guys on an Air Force base."

'Now why would she change the subject?' We're part of a Navy Liaison crew. We help smooth things over when the Air Force and Navy interact with each other. It's basic protocol with all the Armed Services.

"Oh that sounds like an interesting job," Laura said, as Kristine came back in with two glasses of wine.

"Here you go dear. It's not top shelf, but I enjoy it," Kristine said.

Laura took the glass and sipped slowly. "Wow that is good Kristine. So how long have you and Adam been dating?"

"What makes you think we're dating?" Kristine asked as she almost choked on her wine.

"When you two were at the club, it seemed you couldn't take your eyes off each other. I just assumed you two were a couple."

"We're just friends Laura. I work with them from time to time. That's why these two are here a lot."

"So do you have a boyfriend back home?" Kevin asked.

Laura's eyes brightened as she looked at the young SEAL. "No I don't Kevin. To be perfectly honest with you, I have a hard time making friends. It seems that most of the guys want me for my body and not -- well let's just say they don't find me attractive after awhile."

Kristine was sitting close to her, so she reached out and touched Laura's blond hair. "That's nonsense. You're a very pretty young woman."

Laura pulled her head away at the sudden touch. Her eyes shot down and were once again slightly saddened. Kristine pulled her hand back and looked over at Adam and Kevin who looked on in curiosity.

"Um -- Laura we were going to have a large salad for dinner. I'd love it if you could stay over for a while." Kristine got up and went over to Kevin and Adam.

"Is that ok with you two? It'd be nice to have some female company for a change," she said.

Neither one of them objected to Laura's presence, even though Kevin had reservations due to his senses going crazy.

"Good, it's settled. Adam I could use a hand getting the large bowl down. Would you be a dear and get it for me?"

Adam and Kristine left the room, leaving Kevin and Laura alone in an awkward silence. Kevin took a few more sips of his beer while Laura sipped her wine. She glanced over at him and saw him looking at her.

"Um -- so do you have a girlfriend back home?"

"No, I'm kind of getting out of a bad relationship right now. I think I'll just lay low with women for awhile."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she told him with a sad face.

"It's sad that a girl would treat you badly, you seem like a really nice guy. Someone with your personality will find the right girl and settle down. I haven't known you long, but I find myself strangely attracted to you. I hope that didn't sound to forward," she said and then looked down again.

While Kevin and Laura tried to make small talk, Adam reached up and got Kristine her bowl. "Ok what gives? You could have reached this, so what do you want to talk about?"

"Laura is wearing a wig. When I touched her hair just a minute ago, I felt it shift a little."

"This is starting to get weird. I asked her about her parents and she avoided the question. Then the hiccup about boyfriends, and now we find out she's wearing a wig."

"We need to find out who she is. Kevin's senses go into overdrive for a reason and Martina's daughter might be out there. I'll bring her in here with me while you and Kevin see if she has any identification in her purse."

They walked back into the other room to find Kevin and Laura chatting.

"Looks like you two are hitting it off. Kevin, you're being polite to our guest aren't you?"

"I'm being a good boy -- Mom."

"Laura would you help me in the kitchen? It's been a long time since I've had female help in the kitchen."

"Sure Kristine, I really like being here, and you three are so cool. Kevin, can I bring you another beer while I'm in there?"

"Um - no not right now, maybe in a little while," Kevin said as he looked at Adam's face.

The two girls went to the kitchen and Adam waited for a moment before picking up her purse and digging out her driver's license. He quickly wrote some information down and then picked up her passport and wrote some more information.

"I guess you're going to tell me what's going on L-tee," Kevin said.

"She's wearing a wig Kev. She avoids questions on her parents and you already have reservations about her. I'm going to run a check on her, while you get close and get us some more info."

"You think she's Martina's daughter? That would explain why my werewolf goes nuts when she touches me, but why do I have to get close to her. Haven't I been used enough for one deployment?"

"Because she likes you, and we have a chance to end this once and for all. Now suck it up God damn it. How many more people will get hurt if we don't find her? We end this now, once and for all." Adam had placed everything back and was walking to the kitchen when he ran into Laura coming out.

"Oops, sorry about that Laura, I didn't see you coming."

"Its fine, I was just bringing Kevin a fresh beer. Sort of a habit of mine to fetch beers," she told him with a laugh.

"I have a better idea Laura, why don't you and Kevin sit down in the living room and get acquainted. I'll take over for you in the kitchen."

**********

Just down the block from Kristine's house, two men sat in the front seat of their sedan. They'd been staring at the house for hours now, and were getting anxious to get started with the operation.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 10



"How long do you think we'll have to wait for them to leave?"

"As long as it takes, you heard Lorna, no deviations from the plan."

"Well it better happen soon. I can't wait to get this over with."

**********

The dinner was great as usual, and Kevin turned on the charm with Laura. She seemed genuinely happy every time he had a conversation with him. He knew from experience that the Kordic's were convincing when it came to playing a harmless female.

"I'm sorry to end this very fun night, but I really should be leaving. I have to get up early for some chores."

"It was a pleasure having you over tonight Laura. You're going to have to come over again soon. I want you to know you're welcome anytime," Kristine told her.

"Um -- Kevin I wouldn't -- um -- turn you down if you wanted to walk me home," Laura said and then turned her eyes towards the floor.

"It would be my distinct honor to escort such a lovely lady home. I'm just envious that you have better looks than I do. Why, you could even give Kristine here a run for her money," Kevin said and then looked at Kristine.

"I still have that rolled up newspaper -- Kevin," she replied with a fake cold stare.

"Yep, that's my cue for the exit."

Kevin thanked them for the dinner and extended his hand to Laura. When she took it, the wolf screamed within him for release. He tried to control it, but the more she placed her hand on him, it became increasingly difficult.

The two young adults walked hand in hand down the street. Laura had a huge smile on her face as she held his hand tightly. When they passed a parked sedan with two brown haired men sitting in it, he looked at them and smiled.

'Fucking CIA keeping tabs on their own people. Now wonder they can't find Martina, they're too busy watching other people.'

The driver smiled back and nodded his head. If Kevin's senses weren't screaming about Laura, he might have been able to sense the danger that was just a few yards away.

"Do you think he suspects?"

"That dumb fucker has no idea what's about to happen to him," he replied as he placed the silenced weapon back in his jacket.

**********

"Ok dishes are done honey. Anything special you want to do for the rest of the evening?" Adam asked.

"I can come up with a few ideas Mr. Dawson," Kristine replied as she spread her shapely legs apart.

"That little girl might be Kordic's daughter, and all you can think about is how to get me in bed?"

"If that little girl tries anything, Kevin will rip her a new asshole -- literally."

"I really should get this information over to Intel so they can start working on it."

"No one is there except the watch standers. I didn't know it was in the SEAL credo to make excuses for not doing your assigned duties." Kristine lowered her head slightly and looked at him as she ran her hands on the inside of her thighs.

"I'm sorry. Did you just imply that it's my Navy obligation to keep you sexually satisfied?"

"Maybe not Navy, but it's definitely an obligation you stud muffin."

Adam Dawson slowly walked over to his lover and knelt down between her spread legs. Kristine shivered as he ran his powerful hands up her legs. When he reached the button of her jeans, he undid it and loudly unzipped them.

He pulled them down little by little, as he took her underwear with them. When he had the lower portion of her body naked, he placed two fingers at the entrance to her moist sex. Kristine laid her head back and moaned softly as she felt the lips open and her muscles spread open for him.

Adam lowered his mouth very close to her pussy and breathed softly against the sensitive skin.

"Oh Damn Adam, stop teasing or I'll rape you!"

"I'll do it when I'm ready, not you."

Adam began shoving in harder as Kristine moved her legs over his shoulders. When he added another finger that's when she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his face down roughly.

'Damn she wasn't kidding about the rape.'

Adam forced his head back so he could look at her, while his tongue ran up and down her throbbing clit. Kristine had her mouth open, as her free hand had snuck under her sweater. From what he could tell, she was molesting her nipple hard.

"Oh fuck you stud, you could do this to me forever. Eat me, eat my fucking slit, and make me cum."

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out. As they pulled free, he tasted a large amount of fluid running out of the now vacant space. He knew she was disappointed, as he felt her heels trying to push on his elbows.

"Noooooo! Put them back in, please baby. Shove them back inside me. You know how much I..."

Adam did as requested, but at the same time inserted one inside her tight back door. Kristine released his hair and pulled her hand free of her breast. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them up to her shoulders. This allowed Adam total access to both of her sensitive holes. She was a little upset when he pulled his lips free, as she thrust her hips up.

"You're not allowed to cum. Not until I say you can."

Kristine just moaned in frustration. "Did you hear me?"

"Oh please, I'm so close," she replied as she started quivering.

"Tell me you understand, or I stop right now and leave you hanging."

"Yes God Damn it!"

"Yes what?"

"I won't cum until you tell me to. Now eat me!"

Adam placed his lips back onto her pussy and sucked her clit hard. His fingers were a white blur as they flew in and out of her. Her small quiver had now grown into a larger tremble. He knew she was close. He also knew what button to push next.

Adam pulled his mouth away and with his free hand began rubbing her clit hard. Kristine couldn't hold her legs up anymore and let them fall to the sides. She crossed her arms in front of her and mauled her breasts through her sweater.

"Don't you dare cum yet!" Adam said in a stern voice.

"I don't -- think -- oh God -- I can't stop it!"

"I said no."

"Please, you have to let me," she whimpered.

"Not yet."

"I -- can't -- stop..."

"Now you can lover," he told her as his hands moved even faster.

It was a good thing that Adam had his hand over her pussy. Kristine began squirting hot liquid everywhere. As her orgasm was splashing against her legs, she put her hands on the edge of the couch and tried to push away. Adam quickly removed the hand on her clit and grabbed her waist. When he had control of her, he placed his open mouth on her and sucked hard. "No -- stop. I can't take anymore Adam!" she screamed as she fought to get away.

Adam refused to give in as he assaulted her with his tongue. Cum still splashed out of her as it coated his face. He couldn't swallow that fast and needed air. Pulling his mouth free, he took a deep breath but still had his fingers plowing into her.

She was now a sobbing mass of flesh. "Please -- I can't -- I can't..." she softly whined.

Adam released her and pulled his fingers clear. As he looked at her, she slumped down weakly. Kristine's eyes fluttered closed and her breathing was ragged. Adam thought he might have gone too far and picked her up in his powerful arms.

"Come on Kristine, I think someone's ready for bed," he told her as he carried her slowly up the stairs.

**********

"Well this is it, home crap home," Laura said to Kevin.

Kevin studied the small apartment complex. It was in decent shape on the outside, but given the distance between the windows, the rooms were sure to be tiny. It also crossed his mind that if Adam was right about her, this would be the last place anyone would look for her.

"Doesn't look to bad Laura, I've been in worse places."

"Now that you know where I live. I wouldn't mind if you come over some time. We could sit around and chat or something. I know I sound stupid. There's just something intriguing about you." 

"Sure that sounds great. I can pick up some Chinese food and I can get to know you better. Trust me when I tell you there's something that you do to me that not many people can do."

She lowered her eyes at his remark. Laura took Kevin by surprise as she quickly leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I wanna see you tomorrow -- a lot."

Laura darted away towards the front door. Just before shutting the door, she turned and looked at Kevin. She didn't wave or smile, she just stared at him. Laura quickly shut the door, while Kevin turned and walked towards the barracks.

"She's either Martina's daughter, or the weirdest girl I've ever met."

0600 Tuesday morning, Kristine's house.

Adam was just putting his shirt on, when Kristine rolled over and opened her eyes. She groaned loudly as she stared at her lover. "Please tell me it's Saturday."

"Nope, it's bright and early on a fabulous Tuesday morning. Glad you could join the living."

Kristine rolled out of bed and stretched. Adam stared at her sleek naked body and instantly got hard. He wished it were Saturday so he could get back into bed with her. She slowly walked over to the bathroom and splashed water on her face.

"You gonna be ok there Miss Duka?"

"Do I have a choice? You go on and head to work. I'll be there in just a bit Adam."

"That's a good idea. We keep going in together and people will start to wonder."

Adam walked downstairs and grabbed a cup of coffee. As he headed out, he wondered if she thought the way he did. The more they were seen together the more dangerous it could become. He was well aware of the repercussions of their affair.

**********

The two men had watched the house all night long, waiting for the chance that now presented itself. They watched as the SEAL Lieutenant got into his car and drove off without Kristine Duka.

"Give him a few minutes to get away from the area. I don't want any mistakes on this one," Franz Wilhelm said.

**********

Kristine finished brushing her hair and was ready to take a quick shower when the doorbell rang. She quickly threw on a large fluffy robe and headed downstairs. She looked through the peephole and saw two men with dark suits scanning the street.

"Yes, can I help you," she said loud enough to carry through the door.

The taller one turned and faced the door. "I'm not sure. We're looking for Kristine Duka. I'm special agent Fuller, and this is special agent Nixon," he replied as he held up a badge and placed it close to the glass hole.

"That's an FBI badge, what do you want with me?"

"If we could just come in for a few minutes, I could explain it to you Miss Duka."

Kristine hooked on the safety chain and opened the door. "May I see your identification also please?"

The CIA Liaison studied both sets of credentials and then removed the door chain. As she ushered them in, she pulled her robe a little tighter around her. The two men put the wallets back into their jackets and studied the room.

"Miss Duka, the reason we need to talk to you is about a person by the name of Mr. Adam Dawson. Um -- are we alone? This is a very sensitive investigation," he said as he looked around.

"Yes, we're alone. What does the FBI want with Mr. Dawson?"

He pulled a small photograph out and showed it to her. It was a picture of Kevin Dvorska, taken from what looked like the inside of a car. "Do you know this person Miss Duka?"

When she looked back up, that's when she felt the wet cloth cover her mouth and nose. The man behind her held her tight, as she fought to break free. The other man that she was talking to grabbed her hands to help restrain her. Kristine's vision blurred and started to go black as the chloroform took effect.

"Wow, she's a feisty little bitch," Rudolf Berks said.

"She's been hanging around the SEALs too long. She must think she can fight off two men."

During the struggle, Kristine's robe had come open at the top, revealing her milky white breasts. Franz pulled the sides open further to get a better look.

"Now that is a nice set of tits! I hope that Lorna will allow us some free time with her. I sure would hate to miss sampling some of her other charms."

"Franz, you know what Martina told us. No one hurts her until..."

"I don't take orders from Martina Kordic," he said harshly as he squeezed the unconscious woman's breast hard enough to leave red marks.

"What ever Franz, check the street so we can get her in the trunk. Then you have to pick up Lorna for the next stage. I'll stay here and wait for Dawson to come back."

Franz Wilhelm opened the door and walked outside. As he scanned the area, he signaled for Rudolf to carry Kristina out. After placing her in the trunk, Franz got behind the wheel and looked up at his assistant.

"Remember, if Dawson gives you any trouble, kill him. Lorna and Martina's fun is not worth your life."

"I don't think he'll put up much of a fight. That is if he ever wants to see Kristina Duka alive again."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and not to let the cat out of the bag too soon, the next installment will be the ending to They walk among us. I will get it out to everyone just as soon as I can, so please be patient. Thanks to everyone for your continued support and please don't forget to vote and leave a comment letting me know what you think. I do strive to grow with each chapter.



They Walk Among Us Ch. 11



For the record, this IS the final Chapter. I really hope everyone enjoyed reading it, as much as I did writing it. After 316 pages and 137,125 words, I think it's time to give my friend Kevin a break. Thanks to Dawn, Jaz, Tanja, and Misty for all your help with the novel. You are all truly gifted and it's an honor to call you my friends. Now let's find out if true love really exists.

Adam was looking over the touch ups on the team's evaluations. Looking down at his watch, he saw it was nearly noon. He put his paperwork down and picked up the phone. There was no answer at Kristine's office, so he tried the house.

'She probably fell back asleep. It's a good thing that Neal likes her.'

When there was no answer at her house, he put the phone down and walked out to the duty office. He knew that if anyone had seen her, it would be the watch stander. It only took a few moments to arrive at the only entrance to the compound's administrative building.

"How you doing there Petty Officer Rodriquez, have you seen Miss Duka today?" Adam asked the athletically trim SEAL.

"No Sir. I came on at 0800 so she might have come in before my watch, but I'll keep an eye out for her. Should I tell her you need to see her?"

"I'm gonna head out for lunch, but if she happens to show up while I'm gone, just give me a page."

"Aye, Aye Sir. I'm due to be relieved in thirty minutes, but I'll pass the message on for you L-tee."

"Thanks." Adam walked out and headed for his car. He figured he might as well head over there and drag her sorry ass in.

It didn't take long for Adam Dawson to reach her house. He figured he could get her up, and at the same time, grab something to eat while he was there. He took his house key and inserted it into the lock. When he turned the key, he found that the front door was unlocked.

'That's not like her to leave the house unlocked, and I know I locked it when I left this morning.'

Adam walked in and shut the door behind him. "Hey Kristine, come on it's time to get up," he yelled and walked towards the stairs.

"It's about time you came back to check on your girlfriend."

Adam heard the male voice coming from the living room and a gambit of emotions ran through his body. As he entered the room, he saw a brown haired man sitting on the couch. Fearing the worst, he moved quickly towards him. Suddenly Rudolf raised his silenced weapon and pointed it at Adam's chest.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Why don't you take a seat Mr. Dawson, before you do something stupid, like grow a brain," Rudolf said as he pointed the 9mm towards the chair.

Adam stood there and glared at the intruder. "You can sit down like I told you, or you can fall down on the floor, it's your choice," he said as he cocked the hammer back.

Adam reluctantly sat down and tried to figure out his options. He had no weapon on him, and the .45 was in the desk drawer next to the intruder.

"Where's Kristine?"

"Safe -- for now at least, and she will stay that way as long as you cooperate."

Adam sat back in the chair. "I'm assuming that you're working for Martina Kordic. How's the bitch doing?"

Rudolf smiled at Adam as he lowered his pistol. "She's doing very well actually, but I don't work for her."

"Oh I see, you work for her daughter. What's her name again?"

"I didn't give you a name Mr. Dawson. You SEALs really do your homework."

"We have our moments. Enough with the chit chat. Where's Kristine?"

"She is someplace safe, but that will only remain if you follow our directions," he told him as he tossed a piece of paper over to him.

"Those are the coordinates of the house she is located at. Now you're a smart fellow, so I don't need to tell you that this is a private affair. Just you and Mr. Dvorska are to show up. If there is any indication, and I do mean any, that others are involved she dies."

"Yeah, I get the whole don't tell the cops routine. What assurances do I have that she's alive or that she'll even be there?"

"You don't Mr. Dawson. I guess you and Mr. Dvorska will have to go on faith. You have until this time tomorrow to reach the house. After that, well let's just say, it won't be pleasant."

"If you hurt one..."

"Let's make something perfectly clear here. We are in control now, not you. You're a military man so you are accustomed to following orders. You fuck this up and I will personally send her back to you in small boxes."

"It's going to be hard for Dvorska and me to be gone. People are going to wonder," Adam lied.

"That's your problem. Deal with it as you must, but make no mistake Mr. Dawson, she dies if you're careless."

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"Not at all."

"Do you think after you kill all of us, that you'll be safe from every SEAL in the Navy?"

Rudolf Berks stood up and walked towards Adam. He had him covered so Adam made no aggressive move.

"My dear Mr. Dawson, I have read all the stories about your so called elite force. Frankly I am not impressed, and if you make it through all this, maybe you and I will have some one on one time."

"Oh I will definitely look forward to that," Adam said with a smile.

Rudolf walked out of the house as Adam looked at the paper. It had an address and a set of coordinates on it. He got up and went to the table by the couch. When he opened the drawer, he pulled the .45 out and moved to the front door.

Adam Dawson scanned the area. There was no sign of his girlfriend's abductor. He slipped the weapon behind his back and got in the car. He ran over the options he had facing him. What risk was he willing to take with Kristine's life? Navy SEALs knew the dangers of the job, but it never involved a part of the family.

'If I get the chance, I'm going to end this once and for all.'

**********

Neal Hawkins sat at his desk with his hands behind his head. He was thinking of the current Intel that Dawson and Kristine had discovered. He had seen so many things as a Navy SEAL, but nothing compared to this.

'At what fucking point does justice take a back seat?'

Adam Dawson interrupted his skipper's thoughts when he opened the door. As he sat down, Adam pulled the .45 out from behind his back and placed it on Neal's desk. Neal stared at the weapon and then leaned forward.

"We have a problem Neal," Adam said bluntly.

"I can see that Adam. Is that loaded?"

"Good news and bad news Neal, I found out where Martina is."

"Thank God, finally. What's the bad news?"

"She has Kristine."

Neal Hawkins placed his head in his hands and shook his head. "This bitch is on my last nerve."

"Alright Adam fill me in," Neal said as he leaned back in his chair.

Adam Dawson went over everything that had happened. He intentionally left out the part about staying the night with her. That bit of information could cost him his career. "This guy said just you and Dvorska? I have a feeling he doesn't know what a SEAL is."

"He didn't seem very intimidated by that fact."

"Get your team together, and then go get your girlfriend back."

Adam grabbed the .45 and headed for the door. "She's not my girlfriend Neal."

"Adam, wait a minute. Sit down, I think it's time you and I had a quick chat."

"Neal, really it's not what you think it is," Dawson replied as he sat back down.

"I'm an old man Adam, not a stupid one. I can see you have a thing for her. Now I don't know what happened between you two when you were at Predjama castle. Frankly, I don't really care."

"Neil, you know as well as I do, fraternization with..."

"Oh Christ Adam, you think you're the first guy to fuck around and fall in love with someone they work with? You've met my wife Misty, haven't you?"

"Yeah, sweetest lady I've ever met, why?"

"She was my secretary you dumb fuck."

Adam wanted to drop his jaw down in astonishment as his Commanding Officer revealed his secret.

"Now the reason I told you that piece of information, is so you can get it through that thick skull of yours that guys like us -- can -- have a life and be a SEAL at the same time."

"Did it ever occur to you Neal that maybe I want to spare her the heartache when I don't come back?"

Neal Hawkins stood up. "You moron, that's her choice not yours. Now get your guys together and get your girlfriend back, dismissed."

Adam walked towards the door, but before he left, Hawkins stopped him. "Do me a favor Adam."

"Anything Neal."

"What ever happens, this ends hear and now. Do you understand what I've just told you?"

"Aye, aye Sir. I understand fully."

Adam Dawson sat at the head of the table, as he briefed his team on the details of the mission. As he explained each role, he constantly kept on eye on Kevin. He could tell his point man was concerned about something, and it wasn't Kristine Duka.

"You don't agree with my OP plan Dvorska?"

"It's not that L-tee. Don't you find it strange that ever since that girl Laura showed up, weird shit has happened?"

"Maybe, maybe not, right now my concern is getting our CIA Liaison back in one piece. All right people we get started at 0500. Everyone go over the maps of the area and get your gear together."

"Aye, aye Sir."

"Bob did you get anything on the info I gave you?"

"Not much Adam. Her town checks out but she grew up in an orphanage. That's the only thing there is on her. Hate to put it this way, but she's a ghost."

Adam knew the term well. They used the term when a person had little to no background. 

"Dvorska, I want you to hunt down that chick and bring her in for questioning. If she gives you a problem, use your imagination."

"I'll be right back," Kevin said as he quickly headed for the door.

**********

The Enlisted Club was busy with the remnants of the lunch crowd. Kevin stepped in and quickly scanned the bar for Laura. When he didn't see her, he strode up to the bar and got the woman's attention.

"I remember you, Guinness right?"

"Not right now thanks. Um -- I was looking for Laura."

"Join the club buddy. She was supposed to be here at ten this morning. If you see her tell her to get her ass in, or she can find another job."

"Thanks, I'll pass the message on," Kevin told her and then walked out.

It only took ten minutes to reach Laura's apartment. He was glad she wasn't at work. It would prove to be more difficult to force her back to the compound. He walked up and knocked on the door. He waited a few moments and then knocked again.

Kevin tried the doorknob and found it was unlocked. He looked around behind him, and then entered the darkened apartment.

"Hey Laura, it's me Kevin. Um -- work is a little worried about you. I thought I'd stop by. Laura, you around?" Kevin said loudly.

Kevin searched the apartment and found no sign of Laura. He reached out and turned on one of the lamps. From what he could tell, she didn't have many personal items. There were some college books and some notebooks.

He went into the kitchen and checked the refrigerator. Some water and very little food, actually it looked like she didn't spend much time here at all. Kevin went back into the other room and turned off the light. When he cracked the front door open he scanned the area and then walked out.

**********

Kristina Duka raised her head slowly. Her vision was blurred and she blinked rapidly trying to clear it. Looking around, she realized she was in someone's living room, but had no idea where. With her hands bound behind her, she struggled in the chair to no avail. Kristine suddenly became aware of the fact that her robe was open and draped to the sides of her body.

"It's about time you woke up Miss Duka," a female voice said behind her.

She turned her head to see who it was and found herself staring at Martina Kordic. "Do you have any idea what Adam and Kevin are going to do to you when they find you?"

"Well my dear, if they have any brains at all, they'll do exactly as I suspect." Martina walked around and stood directly in front of the restrained woman.

"Hmmm, so this is what Adam Dawson's been playing with. Nice, very nice indeed."

"Fuck you Martina."

Martina knelt down between Kristine's legs, and then quickly grabbed her hair. As her head jerked backwards, Kristine tried not to cry out. She was determined not to give her the satisfaction.

"Do you have any idea what happens at that CIA detention center?" Martina asked as she slowly ran her free hand up Kristine's sleek body.

"What ever they did to you, you deserved every minute of it -- bitch."

Martine grabbed Kristine's nipple and pulled it out away from her body slowly. Kristine bit her lip, trying to keep from screaming. In just a few moments, the pain was too much and Kristine screamed out.

"That's a small sample of what it's like. You can see why you deserve a long painful death. First though, we're going to have a little fun with your SEAL boyfriend."

"Kevin's gonna rip your head off!" she screamed as her head bent painfully backwards.

"I have a little surprise for young Kevin. This is his entire fault anyway. If he would have just died like he was supposed to, none of this would be necessary."

Martina pulled her head forward and looked into Kristine's eyes. "You know, if the circumstances were different, I'd love to show you what a woman can do to another woman. You'd never go back to cock again."

"You're sick you know that, both you and your daughter."

Martina quickly pressed her lips against Kristine's and tried forcing her lips apart. Kristine fought against the act as she thrashed wildly. Finally, Martina relented and released her hair. As she stood up, Martina looked down and laughed at her.

"Oh yes Miss Duka, go ahead, fight. After we get rid of those murderous SEALs, Franz and I are going to have a lot of fun with you."

Kristine glared at her captive. She leaned forward as far as she could and spit in Martina's face. Martina was startled for just a brief moment, and then she backhanded the lovely CIA Liaison across her cheek.

Just then, Lorna entered the front door. She had a bag of groceries, along with Franz who followed her in. When she saw Kristine was awake, she turned and handed her bag to Franz.

"Take this one to the kitchen for me Franz, I want to say hello to our guest."

Lorna Kordic walked over to her captive and smiled at her. When Kristine looked into her face, she gasped in shock.

"By the look on your face, you seem a bit surprised. To be perfectly honest with you Kristine, I was a bit taken back also," Lorna said as she played with her blond wig.

"You -- you look..."

"I know, uncanny isn't it? Franz, be a dear and bring in our other guest."

Kristina was speechless when she turned her head to see the brown haired man dragging a bound and gagged Laura into the living room. Franz placed her next to Lorna. He too was amazed at the resemblance.

"We could pass as twins, couldn't we?"

"But -- but why bring..."

"It seems that you're not very bright for someone with the CIA. My original plan was to get close to Kevin Dvorska. I was in that club the day he first met sweet little Laura here. When I saw his reaction to her, I decided on a different tactic."

"She has nothing to do with any of this."

"Yes, regrettably so, but Kevin killed my father. I can't think of anything better than for Kevin to know he caused the death of someone so innocent," she said as she brushed the back of her hand on Laura's tear stained face.

Lorna pulled the tape off Laura's mouth quickly. The young woman sobbed softly as Lorna pulled her blond wig off. She shook her black hair free and looked at Kristine.

"You two catch up with each other. I'm sure she has many questions for you."

"If you hurt her, Kevin will make sure you don't take another breath."

"Oh please, save your petty threats. My father taught me how to handle someone like Kevin Dvorska if the need arose. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make Mother something to eat."

When they left the two bound women alone, Laura turned and looked at her new friend.

"I don't -- I don't understand Kristine. Why are they doing this? Why do they want to hurt Kevin?" Laura asked as she tried to control her tears.

"It's a long story Laura, but don't worry honey, it'll be ok. Just try to stay calm. Adam and the rest of the team will get us out.

"Team -- what team?"

"Laura, we didn't know who you were. Adam and Kevin are really Navy SEALs. They'll come get us out. Believe me, they're very good at their job," Kristine admitted to her.

While Laura sobbed quietly, Kristine looked up at the ceiling.

'Come on Adam, save my ass again sweetheart.'

**********

Dawson and V-man were in the map room going over aerial photos of a large Victorian home on the outskirts of Obertilliach, Austria. Adam was pointing something out when Kevin walked into the room.

"Nice to see you again Dvorska, did you bring in Laura?"

"No where to be found L-tee. Seems somewhat strange that Martina grabs Kristine and Laura vanishes like a fart in the wind. I tried to tell you about her, but no, you wanted..."

"If you're done lecturing me Kevin, you can come over here and go over these photos."

"Sorry Sir, I was just pointing out the obvious." Dawson gave him a nasty stare.

The three SEALs went over all the documentation they could find on the area. With the plan laid out, Adam got the rest of the team and Neal Hawkins together for the final touches. With everything complete, the team broke up and V-man went down the hall with Neal Hawkins.

It was a long night for Adam Dawson. He wanted to run out and get Kristine at that very moment, but he knew that was the wrong choice. The clown at Kristine's house told Adam to come alone, just him and Kevin. He was sure that was the message, but Martina knew he'd bring the team.

If this was a normal op, he could take a small amount of risk with the prisoner. That option was out because it was Kristine. Martina would be ready for a quick assault so that wasn't an option. 

He was tired of dealing with this woman. Ever since arriving in Italy, she has been toying with his team. He had to follow normal rules of engagement, because he swore an oath. Adam closed his eyes and tried to rest, even for just a brief moment.

'Rules or no rules, if she's hurt a hair on Kristine's head, I'll see to it that even her dentist won't be able to recognize her.'

Heavily wooded area, 5 miles south of Obertilliach, Austria.

Adam and Kevin drove the dark green sedan along the winding road. The two SEALs have been on the road for just under two hours, and they talked very little during that time. When they came up to a bend in the road, they saw a parked black car in the middle of the road.

"This is what we figured on Kevin, time to put on your game face."

"I've had it since yesterday L-tee."

Adam slowed the vehicle and came to a stop about fifteen yards from the other car. A muscular man stepped out and moved towards them. He was holding an AK-47 assault rifle, and had it pointed right at the two SEALs.

As he got closer, Adam recognized him as the one who was at Kristine's house.

"Well Mr. Dawson, good to see you again. Please step out of the car and place your hands on the hood," Rudolf said as he held the AK-47 on them.

Adam and Kevin got out and assumed the position. Rudolf pulled open the nylon green flight jacket Adam had on and patted him down. When he found nothing, he moved onto Kevin. After finishing with him, he stepped back.

"You were smart not to bring a weapon Mr. Dawson."

"I won't need one to kill Martina and anyone else who gets in my way."

"You Americans are all the same. Everyone wants to be like your hero, John Wayne."

"If you're done irritating us, can we be on our way? I have a meeting to get to."




They Walk Among Us Ch. 11



"Open the trunk, please."

Adam reached in and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He turned and tossed them at the Mercenary. "I'm tired of dealing with one of Martina's subordinates, you fucking do it."

"If my employer didn't want you alive, I would kill you were you stand," he said as he walked around to the trunk.

Rudolf Berks inserted the key into the lock and then lifted the lid. As he looked down into the trunk, his mouth gaped open as the realization of what was about to happen crossed his mind.

Chief Bob Holiday brought the silenced 9mm handgun up and placed two rounds through the skull of the arrogant Merc. As his dead body fell backwards, Bob climbed out of the trunk and stretched. In just mere seconds, Doc Sharp climbed out and slumped to the ground.

"Jesus Christ Bob, what the hell did you eat last night," Doc complained.

"I had a big ass burrito, it was pretty good too."

"Ok knock it off you two, we need to get a move on, or we're going to be late. Bob, you know what to do but remember, you gotta give us some time," Adam said.

Kevin came around, pulled an empty backpack out of the trunk, and slung it over one shoulder. Then he reached down and picked up the discarded rifle and Rudolf's silenced 9mm. Moving over by Adam, he stood there with an anxious look.

"L-tee, you know I would never disagree with you about a decision on an OP, but this time..."

"Kevin and I are on a tight schedule Chief, spit it out."

"That's a pretty good stretch of forest you have to go through, not to mention climb the side of that hill."

"Thanks for caring about my age and ability Chief Holiday."

"God Damn it Adam I know you care for..."

"Stand down Chief! If you don't want to be part of this, then you have my permission to excuse yourself anytime you want," Adam screamed at his long time friend.

Bob Holiday knew when he should keep his mouth shut. There was no need for him to push the subject. He made his point and he knew Adam had his mind made up. He stepped forward and extended his hand.

"I'll see you when it's over Boss."

"Just one more favor Bob," Adam said as he shook his hand.

"What ever happens to us, Martina Kordic and her daughter don't live to see another sunset."

"You have my word Adam," Bob said, as he climbed into the car and drove off.

When they were out of sight, Adam turned to Kevin. He was about to say something when Kevin cut him off.

"You were pretty hard on Bob. Are you sure -- your -- feelings are in the right place?"

"Alright Kevin, yes, I'm in love with Kristine! Is that what you wanted to hear? How would you feel God damn it if that was your mom up there? Would you feel like me?"

Kevin smiled at his Team Leader. "I just wanted to hear you finally admit it, and yes, I would feel the same. I promise, we'll get her out and I'm personally going to put a round through Laura's head. Martina's daughter won't get another chance to mess with my mind."

The two SEALs walked quickly into the forest until Kevin was sure they were out of sight. Suddenly, Kevin began undressing and stuffing his clothes in the backpack.

"This had better work Kevin."

"Trust me L-tee, you're about to get the ride of your life."

Kevin smiled, and then quickly turned into the large brown werewolf Adam had come to call his friend.

"If someone would have told me in BUDs that someday I'd get a piggy back ride from a werewolf, I would have had them committed."

Kevin shook his fur out and the looked at Adam with his gleaming gold eyes. Adam slung the backpack on and tightened the straps, followed by the AK-47. He knew of Kevin's speed and this was going to be like flying a jet, but with him being on the outside instead of the cockpit. As he climbed on Kevin's massive back, Kevin pretended to buckle under the Lieutenants weight.

"You were trying to make a point with that Dvorska?"

Kevin looked back at Adam. When Adam looked at him, it seemed that he was trying to smile by showing his large sharp teeth without growling.

"Ok shithead, let's see what you've got," Adam said, as he grabbed two handfuls of thick brown fur.

When Kevin felt Adam lay his head down, he bolted forward at half his useable speed. Adam saw the large trees whipping by and was amazed at the ability that his friend possessed.

"This isn't so bad. Hell Kevin I thought it would have been worse. Do you mind if Kristine takes a ride when we get her back? Maybe we can get you a saddle or something. What do think little buddy?

Kevin found the saddle remark distasteful. With a deep growl, he turned on the speed. The forest now became a blur as small branches slapped at Adam's exposed body. Kevin saw a large oak tree coming up fast and darted to the side. It missed Adam's unprotected leg by just inches.

"Jesus -- ugh -- Kevin watch -- ugh -- where you're -- ugh -- going," Adam grunted out as he bounced around like a bull rider.

The whole five-mile distance took only a few minutes to cover. When they reached the base of the hill, Kevin saw the small boulders and scattered trees that covered the ground. He quickly bounded upward as he maneuvered around the obstacles. Adam was now holding on tighter as he squeezed his legs against the werewolf's muscular side.

Kevin covered the side of the two thousand foot high hill swiftly. He came to an abrupt stop about twenty feet from the crest. Adam was still holding on tight, and Kevin had to growl for the stunned SEAL to let go.

Adam climbed off the large werewolf and immediately slipped down the hillside a few feet. Kevin saw this and quickly placed a large paw on Adam's hand. When he was stable, Adam got up on his knees and tugged at his hand. Kevin lifted his paw and reverted to a normal looking human, except for being naked in the woods.

"You ok Adam?" Kevin asked as he began getting dressed.

"Never better Kev. By the way, you missed a couple of pine trees back there. Thought you'd like to know if you ever wanted to do that again," Adam replied as he checked himself out for injuries.

Kevin reached into the backpack, pulled the silenced weapon out, and stuck it in his pants. Adam brought the AK-47 down to an assault posture and headed to the top of the hill. If the Intel was correct, the house would be a hundred meters down on the other side.

**********

Martina checked her Glock 9mm for the fourth time in the past hour. Franz looked at her with confusion. The last couple of days she was so sure of herself, and now she was a nervous wreck.

"If you're going to be this jumpy Martina, maybe you should sit this out?"

"Shut up Franz! I know these men, and if you're not cautious then you're dead," she replied as she sat behind Kristine.

"The only way up to the house is that road out there. We'll spot them well before they can get stupid," Franz said and then looked out the window towards the winding road.

Franz checked his watch and saw that the two SEALs were running out of time. He had no reservations about sending one of Kristine's slender fingers to Adam Dawson. Suddenly a dark green sedan came into view a few miles down the road.

Franz straightened his large brimmed hat and moved to the door. They are coming up the road now Martina."

"You fool, that won't be Dawson and Dvorska. That will be two of the other members of his team. He'll come get his prize probably from the other side of the hill."

"That hill is too steep, he won't risk it."

"Stay on your guard, he's closer than you think," Martina said as she moved closer behind Kristine.

"What's the matter Martina? I think I hear a little fear in your voice," Kristine said with a small smile.

"Shut up bitch, or I'll kill you earlier than planned."

"Will you two shut the fuck up, you're giving me a headache," Franz said as he fluffed his long black coat.

Franz Wilhelm moved to the front door and walked out. The cold air hit him hard, as it whipped around the front of the house. Even though it made him shiver slightly, it was one of the things he liked most about this location. Who ever came looking for them, it would be hard to approach unnoticed.

The other thing was the wind. If it were Special Forces, they would have a hard time dealing with the changing wind. As he looked out towards the hills, he thought of home. He wondered if he could ever return to a life that was without killing.

Franz heard a rustling sound towards one end of the front porch. He turned and lowered his weapon in front of him. Slowly, he moved towards the sound. As he got closer, he saw the barrel of an AK-47 sticking out.

"If you are trying to sneak up on us, you really shouldn't leave your barrel sticking out. Throw your weapon on the ground and step out slowly. This might be the only chance you have to live.

Kevin Dvorska tossed the AK-47 down on the ground and stepped out into the open. As he moved forward, he raised his hands up and took one step onto the porch. He had a pissed off look on his face as he glared at Franz.

"Don't look so upset Dvorska, you SEALs are brought up to believe in your own legends of supremacy."

"Not really shithead, we're taught to believe in something else."

"And what might that be?"

"Each other," Adam said as he pushed the silencer hard against his head.

Kevin smiled and picked up his weapon. As he stepped up on the porch, he looked Franz in the eyes. Kevin saw a hint of amusement in them.

"Which room is Kristina in?" Kevin asked quietly.

"The living room, it's just inside the front door," he replied with a smile.

"Let's get something straight right now. If anything happens, your fault, my fault, or his fault. You are going to be the first to die."

Franz said nothing, but his smile revealed the distinct possibility that a set up was coming. Adam Dawson pushed Franz towards the front door and told him to open it. Kevin was directly behind them as they stormed into the living room.

When he had enough room, Kevin slid to the left side of room and immediately raised his weapon and swept the area. True to his word, Kristine was sitting on a chair. She had on a large fluffy robe that was open, her naked body on display for the three men. 

Adam peered over Franz's shoulder and could tell that Martina was directly behind Kristine. He had no clear shot, and hitting the gun held to her head was too risky. The only chance he had was to talk her out a bit for a clean shot.

"Nice to see again Martina, why don't you let her walk out of here and we can settle this between us."

"You don't think I'm that stupid do you Adam? Now drop your weapons on the floor or Miss Duka here, or should I call her Mrs. Dawson, is going to see what her brains look like."

"If you don't release her, I'm going to remove your friends face."

Kevin slowly maneuvered around and could almost see the clean head shot coming into view. He brought the business end of the AK-47 to bear on Martina, and was about to squeeze of a round, when he picked up a scent coming from the kitchen.

"I wouldn't move any further Kevin Dvorska," a female voice said from hiding.

Suddenly, Laura emerged and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Her hands were behind her back so Kevin couldn't see if she had a weapon. She had a scared look on her face, but Kevin wasn't buying it. He quickly aimed the assault rifle at Laura's head.

"I have a better idea Martina. Why don't you put the weapon down and end this bullshit. If you don't, I'm going to put a three round burst through your daughter's chest. I'm sure she misses her daddy."

"Oh hi Kevin, I missed you so much. No, I don't think I'll put my weapon down. You go ahead and shoot her if you want."

Kevin was stunned for a moment. No mother in her right mind would give up her daughter. Kevin knew something was wrong, as his senses went into over drive. He thought about changing quickly. He could easily take all of them with minimal damage, but the risk to Kristine was too great.

"Have it your way Martina. Say goodbye Miss Kordic."

"Kevin don't, it's not her!" Kristine screamed.

Kevin heard his friend cry out, but his eyes never left Laura. Just then, a stunning blond woman emerged from around the corner. She had a Glock .45 in her hand and placed it against Laura's head. She was frowning as she pushed Laura forward a bit.

"Damn it, you spoiled that for me bitch. That would have been perfect, the great Kevin Dvorska, killing an innocent. Now Kevin, you know that's against the werewolf code of ethics.

Kevin looked on in dismay. The young female could have been Laura's twin sister. Same hair length, same build, the resemblance was uncanny.

"Oh mother, just take a peek at Kevin's face. Don't worry they won't shoot."

Martina stuck her head out just a bit. Adam still didn't have a clean shot and silently cussed at his predicament.

"Shit, I wish I had a camera so you could see the look on your face Kevin. If there was ever a Kodak moment, this is it. You look so stupid," Martina laughed.

The two SEALs stood there and tried to figure a way out of this without getting the women hurt. Neither one of them had any options that led to the release of the hostages. Kevin glanced over at Martina. He could see the wicked smile on her face. His anger quickly rose within him.

"Now why don't you two be smart boys and put your guns down on the floor. I'm really running out of patience with you two," Martina said, as she pressed her gun harder against Kristine's head.

"Don't do it Adam, just let them kill me. I can die knowing that this bitch never got the best of you. Now God damn it kill this fucking bitch once and for all!" Kristine pleaded with her lover.

Adam lowered his weapon. "Drop it Kevin."

"Adam you know..."

"I said drop it Dvorska, that's an order!" Adam yelled as he threw his weapon on the ground.

Kevin tossed the rifle on the floor and glared at Kordic's daughter. "This isn't over bitch."

Franz picked up the guns and moved to the side of the room so he could cover the SEALs. He was laughing on the inside, as he thought about how vulnerable they were when it came to hostages.

Lorna moved her hostage over to the sofa and pushed her down. "Franz, do be a dear and put the end of that rifle in Laura's ear for me."

As Franz carried out the instructions, Lorna moved over to stand in front of Kevin. As she passed Adam, she could see he was staring at Kristine. She smiled to herself, knowing that this would be the last day they would ever spend together, in this world at least.

Lorna Kordic placed her hand behind her and held something that Kevin couldn't see.

"Do be a dear and turn around Mr. Dvorska. Place your hands behind your back and do take caution not to move. We wouldn't want any innocents to die because of your actions."

"You remind me of your father," he said as he followed her instructions.

"Oh, why thank you so very much. He was truly a gifted man who I admired very much."

"Yep, so much like your father. Same fancy manners, with the same fucked up mentality," he replied, as she attached a pair of heavy cuffs.

She spun him around hard. "Manners are everything Kevin. I think you'll find his gift to our kind appealing."

"Our kind huh, why didn't you just change and get it over with?"

"My father gave me so much in life, but alas, I received only a limited amount of power. My hearing, and sight are exceptional, but that is all he gave me, physically anyway. Those hand cuffs you have on are something he designed himself."

"Nice to know your -- dead -- father had some talent."

"Yes, you would have to bring up that sticky little point," she said quietly.

With speed that even amazed Kevin, Lorna spun slightly and rammed her shin directly into Kevin's nut sack. As Kevin dropped to the ground in pain, Adam moved towards her. She raised the Glock, and pointed it directly at Kevin's head.

"Go ahead Mr. Dawson, do something stupid, like trying to stop me for instance," she spat at him.

"Ok you have us, now let them go, that was the deal."

"You broke the deal when you brought your team along Adam," Martina said as she strode into the middle of the room.

"No matter what happens to us, you are going to die bitch."

"We'll see about that. Franz go and guard Mr. Dawson please," Martina said as she approached Laura.

"My dear Kevin, could I have your attention for just a moment please." Martina sat on the edge of the sofa next to Laura as she sobbed softly.

Kevin looked up with tears in his eyes. The pain in his groin caused him to cough violently.

"Yes, yes I know that hurts, but do try to pay attention. Now Laura, did you know that Kevin and I were lovers?" Martina asked, as she toyed with Laura's wig.

"Leave her alone you fucking bitch! God damn it leave her alone!" Kristine screamed as she struggled to escape.

"Is that -- that why -- you're doing this," Laura sobbed.

"Not really dear. It's because this -- freak, killed my husband."

Kevin struggled against the cuffs. "Oh Kevin, you look so uncomfortable. Why don't you just use your -- gift -- to break free?"

"Because Mother, if he changes, Father's restraints will tear his shoulder apart. You see Kevin, my father designed this especially for werewolves. You can't break them and if you change with your arms behind you, your shoulders will be dislocated. I thought that was very bright of him," Lorna laughed at him.

"Why do -- why do you -- keep calling -- him a werewolf?" Laura tried to ask.

"Oh please don't cry my dear, it'll all be over soon. Now about your question, the man you were trying to fall in love with is a werewolf. He changes into this hideous freak of a monster and kills people."

"You're in -- insane. There's no such thing. It's -- it's a fairy -- tale."

"Don't listen to her Laura, she's trying to scare you," Kevin said through his coughs.

"Go on Mother, show him. I can't wait to see his face when he finds out."

"I can't believe you would want someone like her Kevin. But then again, I guess one hideous monster deserves another," Martina said as she pulled Laura's wig off.

Kevin and Adam stared in disbelief as the image before them come into view. Laura's head only had a sparse patch of dark hair on one side. The rest of the area had burn scares, and skin grafts covering it.

Laura was now crying openly as her secret was reveled to the others in the room. Kristine looked on and knew there was nothing to stop Martina from humiliating the young woman further.

"So now you see Kevin. She is just perfect for you, one great big freaky family. I wish I could let you live long enough to find out what your children would look like."

"She had nothing to do with this Martina. This was about you and me. I swear on my Trident, I'm going to make you fucking pay for this," Kevin said in a low angry voice.

"Actually Kevin she did have something to do with this," Lorna said as she pulled his head back.

"You saw how much we look like each other. I bet the people in that Enlisted Club wouldn't know the difference. After she's dead, guess who gets to take her place and get to know all those SEALs on base? Your punishment will be to know, that because of you, so many innocent people will die."

"Fuck you bitch," Kevin strained to say.

"Oh don't worry Kevin, Adam's punishment is much worse," Martina said.

"Adam, your punishment is only a few minutes long. You get to picture in that little brain of yours the image of your dear girlfriend tied to the bed and raped for days on end. Franz here is just dying to try out that tight little ass of hers."

Franz leaned in towards Adam. "You have no idea what kind of things I'm going to do to that supple body of hers."

"Franz take Mr. Dawson outside and put a bullet through his brain. Then throw him off the edge and let the wild dogs have some fun with him."




They Walk Among Us Ch. 11



"My pleasure Martina, let's go Navy boy."

Kristine and Adam stared at each other for a moment. Her eyes were full of tears as she watched him turn.

"No don't, please I'm begging you don't this," Kristine said as she struggled to break free again.

"Say goodbye to your lover Miss Duka," Martina said with a little laugh.

Adam walked out onto the edge of the porch. Franz kept his distance in case he was to try something. The wind tossed Adam's hair a little, as he felt the cool air against his face.

"Nice place isn't it Dawson, lots of wind with little access, high steep hills to prevent any sniper getting a clean shot. You SEALs think you're better than everyone else, well you're sadly mistaken."

"Are you going to shoot me or bore me to death Franz?"

**********

"Range?"

"Fifteen hundred meters."

"Wind?"

"Left to right at -- um -- five knots."

**********

"I'm sorry you find me boring. Goodbye Mr. Dawson."

Adam looked up to a hill almost a mile away. "Goodbye Franz."

As Franz aimed his weapon at Dawson, he gave a little smile. Suddenly his head snapped back, as the contents of his skull splattered against the side of the house. When his body slumped down, Adam looked towards his team's sniper position and mouthed a thank you.

**********

"Holy shit V-man, nice fucking head shot!" Carl Werner exclaimed, as he peered through his spotter scope.

Alpha team's sniper chambered another round into the silenced SR-25 sniper rifle. V-man kept his eye pressed to the scope, but was furious with his spotter.

"I was aiming at his heart you moron. That's our fucking friends down there, now get the God damn wind right, or I'll turn this thing on you next."

**********

'Time for you to fucking die Martina.' Adam Dawson quickly put on Franz's long coat and hat, when suddenly a brown mist formed in front of him.

Adam took a step back as he watched the image of Luka Dvorska emerge in the center of the swirling cloud. Even though Adam had seen the ghosts of Kevin's ancestors in the cave, it still startled him.

"Hi Adam, I thought I'd come down for a moment and stop you from doing something stupid," Luka said with a smile.

"This isn't real, you're dead," Adam said with a little fear.

"Glad to see that you haven't lost the ability to state the obvious Adam."

**********

"Who the hell is L-tee talking to?" Carl asked.

"I don't know, I can't see anyone."

"Well shoot the fucker anyway before he gets one off at L-tee!"

"Who Carl, do you mean that squirrel down there? I don't have a fucking target moron!" V-man screamed at his teammate.

**********

"Mr. Dvorska, I don't really have the time to hang out and chat with a ghost. Now if you'll excuse..."

"Adam, the reason I appeared to you, is to remind you of the fact that you aren't like those women in there. I know you're a SEAL and a trained killer. Fine, I accept that fact, but you're not a cold blooded murder."

"Luka, you don't..."

"Bullshit Adam, I see it in your eyes. You're like Kevin when he's angry, full of piss and vinegar. I can't stay long, but I want to ask you a question -- Mr. Dawson. Who the hell made you Judge, Jury, and Executioner?" Luka said, just before he dissipated into a brown swirling mist.

Adam Dawson shook his head as he watched the mist vanish. He pulled the brim far down in front of his face. Aiming the AK-47 harmlessly in the air, he squeezed off one round. Kristine had her head down and was crying, when suddenly, she heard the report of Franz's rifle.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed and thrashed in the chair.

"You fucking bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" Kevin screamed as he tried to get up.

Lorna saw him struggle and slammed the butt of her Glock against Kevin's skull.

"Lay down you son of a bitch! No one said you could get up," she said as Franz entered.

Martina saw that Franz was looking down, as he closed the door behind him. "Don't look so sad Franz, if it will make you feel any better, you can rape Laura while Kevin watches."

"That sounds like a great idea Mother," Lorna said as she moved towards Laura.

Suddenly the AK-47 was raised and one well place round went through Lorna's shoulder. As she spun around, Kevin stood up and kicked her weapon away from her. Martina stood up and stared at the covered figure in astonishment.

Adam Dawson removed his hat quickly and pointed the rifle at Martina's head. "Go ahead bitch, bring that gun up. Give me a reason to blow your fucking head off."

Martina looked at her daughter lying on the floor. She was holding her shoulder and bleeding badly. She then turned to Adam and saw the look of pure hate in his eyes. Martina dropped the gun on the floor and stepped away from the two bound women.

"I'm unarmed Adam, go ahead take the shot."

"Kill the fucking bitch Adam! Kill her God damn it!" Kristine screamed.

"Yes Adam, do it. Show you're lover what kind of man you really are. Go ahead take the shot -- you coward," Martina egged him on with a smile.

Adam walked up to the smiling Martina Kordic, with the rifle pointed at her head the whole time. Suddenly Adam turned to the side and quickly shoved his boot into her abdomen. Martina flew backwards and violently slammed into the wall. With both Kordic women on the ground, Adam quickly moved to Kristine and freed her hands.

"Untie Laura while I help out Kevin," Adam said as he kept his weapon trained on the Kordics.

Adam approached Lorna and knelt down beside her. "Where's the key bitch?"

"Go to hell you bastard," she replied and spat in Adam's face.

Adam pressed the end of the rifle against her wounded shoulder applied pressure. Lorna screamed in pain as he pressed harder.

"I'm all of out being nice for the day. Where's the fucking key or should I show you what happens when I do become upset?"

"It's -- it's in -- stoooop -- it's in my pocket," Lorna cried out in agony.

Adam searched her and pulled out the key. Once Kevin was free, he grabbed the Glock and helped Lorna to her feet by pulling her up by the hair. Kristine had Laura free and reached over to grab her wig. Laura took it quickly and placed it on her head. Kristina saw the look of total humiliation in her eyes.

Kristine moved over to the rising form of Martina Kordic. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Kristine Duka, nice to meet you."

Kristine pulled her fist back. With all the energy and anger she could muster, she slammed her fist into the side of Martina Kordic's head. The mother of one, spun around, and crumpled to the floor unconscious.

"Nice hit sweetheart," Adam said as Kristine shook her hand in pain.

Kevin walked up to Laura and knelt in front of her. He softly touched her leg and the same violent feeling arouse within him. He fought to keep the wolf in, but it was increasingly hard.

"Please just leave me alone. Don't even look at me Kevin. Now you know the truth, I'm nothing but a monster," Laura cried, as she pushed his hand away. 

"Listen Laura, I don't know what happened to you, but I don't think you're a monster. You're just a sweet girl that got caught up in the middle of a family feud of sorts. Please calm down. The rest of the team will be here soon."

"You two fucking lied to me!" Laura looked up at him screaming.

"Why didn't you tell me you were Navy SEALs?"

"We thought you were Martina's daughter. I can't really explain anymore than that Laura. Please trust me when I tell you that you're not a monster and I really like you."

"Get away from me, just get away," she cried as she ran into Kristina's arms.

Adam looked on with a heavy heart. He could tell that his friend was in pain. Once again, Martina Kordic found a way to hurt Kevin Dvorska.

"Kevin, get that piece of shit daughter ready to move," Adam told him.

"With pleasure L-tee." Kevin had an evil look on his face that Adam had never seen before.

When he reached the glaring Lorna Kordic, he stood within a few feet of her.

"I never got your first name Kordic."

"It's Lorna you fucking murderer, and I'm not done fighting you. Some how, some way, I'll make you pay for what you did to my father."

"I thought you would feel like that Lorna," Kevin said and then with lightning speed, smashed his large fist into her head.

Kevin turned to his Lieutenant. "She's ready to move Boss."

Adam walked outside and waved at Bob Holiday who was at the bottom of the hill in the sedan. Once Bob returned the signal, he climbed behind the wheel and sped up the road.

Seal compound, Aviano Air Base.

Neal Hawkins was reading the after action report that Dawson had submitted. All the information was correct and it was a good extraction of the hostages. There were no causalities except that of the enemy.

Neal placed the folder down and closed his eyes. Once again, Martina was in custody. This time she had her daughter joining her, a daughter that no one knew existed. Adam and his team pulled off a perfect prisoner snatch, but he had not followed orders.

'Why in the hell did he let that bitch live?'

While Neal Hawkins was contemplating what to do with the Kordics, Adam Dawson was in his office trying to figure out his own problems. He had his hands wrapped tightly behind his head and as he leaned back in his chair. He knew that no matter what he did, Kristine would always be in danger.

He was thinking about what Hawkins had said to him before he went on the mission. Maybe people like him could settle down and still be in the teams. Hundreds of ideas went through his mind, as he tried to pinpoint one foolproof idea that didn't cause her harm. The only one that made sense was to rotate back to the states and leave her here to do her job.

"Oh fuck this shit, just get it over with Dawson," Adam said aloud as he got up from his desk.

Adam walked quickly to Kristine's office, when he reached the door he stepped in hurriedly. Kristine was busy with paperwork, and when she saw Adam enter, she put down her pen and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"You look like a man with a mission. Who are you going to save next?"

"We need to talk," Adam said as he moved to the side of her desk.

"Ok, what has you in such turmoil?"

"You."

"I'm not following you Adam. Martina and Lorna are in a holding cell downstairs. There is no way for them to hurt me or anyone else for that matter."

"As long as we work together and date, you will always be in danger. People will hunt you down and use you against me. How many times do you want me to pull your CIA ass out of the fire?"

"Oh I see. You're tired of coming to my rescue. Well don't let my job stop you from doing yours. You leave in a few weeks, so it will be someone else's turn to protect me," she replied as she started her paperwork again.

"Why do you always have to be so damn stubborn?" Adam said loudly.

"Why do you always have to be so -- so -- male? Kristine screamed back as she stood up.

"Damn it Kristine, you'd be safer doing another job, you single minded female!"

"Yeah, and what job is that, you thick headed SEAL!"

"I was thinking housewife!"

"Oh really, and I suppose there's some poor sap out there who wants me around forever!" Kristine screamed as her face turned red.

"Yeah -- me!"

There was a deft silence in the room, as Adam's words hung it the air. Kristine's mouth was open in shock at Adam's admission of love. Adam on the other hand was breathing hard, not only from the screaming, but also from the anticipation of Kristine's answer.

"Well?"

"Are you asking what I think you're asking," Kristine said as she started to tear up.

"Well I'm not standing here in your office looking for an after action report."

Kristine flew around her desk and jumped into his arms. The two lovers held each other tightly as the realization of what just took place hit them full force. Kristine buried her head in his muscular neck as she wept with joy.

"Now that had to be the all time strangest way to ask someone to marry him, but I'm still waiting for an answer."

Kristine sobbed happily. "Yes."

2000 hrs, SEAL Compound holding cell, basement level 3.

Petty Officer Jeff Markley sat in the metal folding chair as he read the latest issue of Sports Illustrated. He carried no sidearm of any kind, just a key card in his front breast pocket below his Trident patch. Now that the holding cell had guests, the only way in or out was with the swipe of that card.

"Dolphins are looking pretty good so far, I just wish Marino would retire," Jeff said.

Lorna Kordic sat against the wall staring at the young SEAL on watch. Her mother Martina was lying on her cot staring at the ceiling. She was trying to contemplate a way out of all this, if not, her and her daughter would end up at that detention center.

Lorna stood up and approached the bars of the cell, her injured arm wrapped tightly in a sling. Even though there was some pain, she tried not to show it. Lorna tossed back her jet-black hair to one side. She knew that most men preferred the look on a young attractive woman.

"Hey sailor, can you spare a smoke for an injured prisoner?"

"Sorry, I don't smoke, besides there's no smoking allowed down here," Markley replied as he read his magazine.

"Well can I at least have some water?" Lorna asked in a pouty little voice.

"I guess so, give me a minute."

Markley dog-eared the page he was on and placed the magazine down on the little table next to him. He walked over to the water fountain and poured a small cup of cold water. When he handed it Lorna, she brushed the side of his hand lightly with her fingertips. As she sipped the water, her eyes never left his.

"Since we can't smoke, you wouldn't have something like a stick of gum would you?" she asked softly.

Martina turned her head to look at her daughter trying to seduce the guard. She knew that if anyone could do it, she could. If she were able to get him inside the cell and get his card, maybe they'd have a chance.

"Um -- yeah, I think so," he said as he searched his pockets.

Pulling out a pack of gum, he handed her a stick. Lorna slowly inserted the gum into her mouth half way and then closed her lips around it. She moved it in and out like a thin cock, but her gleaming eyes never left his.

"Um -- I -- I better get back to my magazine now."

"Oh but why, it's so boring being stuck in here. Can't we just talk -- or something," she said as she ran her hand lightly around her pert breast.

Markley's eyes darted down to her roaming hand, as he subconsciously licked his lips. Lorna saw his reaction and knew she had him. Martina knew it too and smiled at her daughter's prowess.

"You know there are other things we can do besides talking to each other, things that are much more enjoyable, or so I've been told." Lorna ran her hand down to her crotch and rubbed hard as she spread her legs a little.

Jeff Markley was now breathing heavier as he watched Lorna Kordic masturbate herself through her jeans. "Can I have another cup of water -- please?"

The way she said please in that little girl voice made his cock jump hard in his pants. He quickly went and poured another cup of water and gave it to her. As she drank the cool liquid, she let some spill out of the corner of her mouth. Jeff watched as the front of her shirt became damp and Lorna ran her smooth tongue around her lips.

"You know, water is nice but, do you have anything -- warm -- to drink down here?" Lorna left no question as to what she wanted to drink.

"Um -- we really..."

"What's your name handsome?"

"Um -- it's Jeff."

"Well -- Jeff -- no one can get in or out, so no one will know that we played a little."

"We really aren't supposed to..."

"Come on Jeff, don't you want to slide your big cock through the bars. I'm so thirsty for something warm to drink," Lorna told him seductively.

"Can -- can I -- um -- kiss you? I've never -- um -- kissed anyone as pretty as you." Markley bowed his head in embarrassment.

"Oh Jeff, you have no idea how much I wanna kiss you baby. You can kiss me all you want to, for as long as you want to sweetie."

Petty Officer Jeff Markley turned his head towards the door to check for company. Seeing no one, he turned and moved his lips towards the bars. Lorna smiled at him and moved her lips towards the young SEAL.

In a flash of speed, Markley reached in and grabbed the back of Lorna's head. With superior strength, he slammed her face into the bars and held her there. Martina was so stunned at the move she froze in disbelief.

"Let's get something straight bitch. The only reason you have air in your lungs is that my Skipper is allowing it -- for now. Try to fuck with me again and I'll rip your God damn intestines out through your cunt -- now sit down."

Markley grabbed a hand full of hair and threw her backwards in the cell, just as Martina was running up to help her daughter. Lorna crashed into her mother and they both tumbled to the floor. Lorna cried out as her injured shoulder impacted the cement floor.

**********

Kristine knocked on the door to Laura's apartment. She looked around the area to see if anyone was around. After the last couple of weeks, she started to take her surroundings more seriously. She spun around when she heard Laura's voice on the other side of the door.

"What do you want? Can't you just leave me alone, or aren't you done embarrassing me yet?"

"Laura, please open the door. I just want to talk to you, really."

Laura opened the door and stared at the lovely Kristine Duka. "I don't have time to talk, I'm busy packing Kristine. Please just leave me alone," she said as she tried to close the door.

"Laura, please just give me an hour of your time. After that, if you never want to see any of us again then fine, but at least give me one hour to explain everything."

"Fine, come in."

"I was hoping you'd come over to my house. It's quiet and we can talk over a glass of wine perhaps."

"No, I don't think so. I'm..."

"Please Laura. I'm not trying to trick you into anything. Just one hour."

Laura studied the woman at her door. She had a genuine look of care in her face. She knew of her secret, but she showed no sign of disgust for her.

"Alright, one hour, after that I want nothing to do with you people ever again."

"Thank you Laura, you won't regret it," Kristine said with a beaming smile.

The drive to Kristine's house was short. The odd silence in the car made Kristine nervous about the outcome of the evening. Kristine knew Laura was going to hear about Martina and the SEALs. Even though it was against everything the SEALs stood for, she had a right to know the truth.

The two women entered the house and Kristine took Laura's jacket. As she hung it up, she saw Laura adjust her wig slightly. She truly felt sorry for the lovely woman. She was young and failed to realize that true beauty lies within our very soul.

"Come into the living room. It's time you found some answers to your questions."

Laura entered first, with Kristine right behind her. As her eyes came to rest upon Adam and Kevin, she tried to head for the door and leave. Kristine grabbed her arms from behind and prevented her escape.

"Easy Laura, all we want to do is talk to you. You promised me an hour to explain. Trust me, no one here will hurt you, I give you my word."

"Let me go, let -- me -- go," Laura said as she struggled against Kristine.

Kevin walked up to the two women. "Laura, just calm down and hear us out. No one's going to do anything to harm you. I'll go get you two some wine," Kevin said as he went to the kitchen.

Kristine finally let her go, as Laura stormed into the room and sat in a chair away from Adam. No one said a word, as the group waited for Kevin to return. When he did come back in, he had a tray with two glasses of wine and two bottles of beer. Adam laughed at Kevin's attempt on being a server.




They Walk Among Us Ch. 11



"I think you found a new profession Kevin. Can I see the wine list please?" Adam joked.

"If you're looking for a job, I know there's an opening at the enlisted club," Laura spat out sarcastically.

"Oh about that Laura, the club manager is a retired SEAL Master Chief. I spoke with him earlier today and explained the situation. Your shift starts at ten in the morning. He's also going to watch over you for a while as a favor to the team.

"You mean I'm not fired? I get to keep my job?"

"Yep, and Kevin here even talked him into a pay raise for you. I told him everything that happened because he's a retired SEAL, and I know I can trust him.

"So he knows about my..."

"No dear, that is your secret. He has no reason to know anything more," Kristine, told her.

Kevin took a long pull off his beer and set the bottle on the table. "Laura what I'm about to tell you is confidential. Hell I'm breaking about a hundred regulations right now just thinking about it.

"Then why tell me?"

"For two reasons Laura. One, you have a right to know why you got swept up in all this, and two, it's because every time I touch you, something weird happens that I can't explain."

"Yeah, your stomach turns," Laura, said as she took a big drink of her wine.

Kevin let the remark slide by as he began telling her of the first day he met Martina Kordic. He left nothing out and even informed her of the slaughter of Bravo squad by Viljem Kordic. He omitted the fact that it was a monstrous werewolf was the culprit of the attack.

He told her of how Kristine helped them at Predjama castle and of Martina's escape from the CIA detention center. Laura sat quietly as Kevin informed her of everything that happened from the time he got to Italy to the rescue mission in Austria.

"Wow I -- I never realized that -- stuff like that really happens. I mean people hear of stories about SEALs but I never thought I'd hear it from a real one," Laura said with a touch of awe in her voice.

"Now that you do know sweetie, you must never tell another living soul. We've done this because you needed to know why."

"Oh I understand. I promise I won't tell anyone, I swear Kristine."

"Now for the second reason Laura," Kevin said as he finished his beer in one long drink.

"Oh that, well don't worry, I already know what I am," Laura said as she looked down at her feet.

"Oh great, so you already know you're beautiful," Kevin said with a smile.

"I don't like to be made fun of Kevin. I think it's time for me to head back now," Laura replied as she stood up.

"Just for the record Laura, neither do werewolves."

Kevin's last statement hung in the air like a half-filled balloon. The mention of a werewolf stopped her departure as she turned to Kevin with a questioning face.

"Kevin are you sure about this?" Adam asked his friend.

Kevin turned to Adam with a knowing look. "My grandmother had to do it. My father took a huge risk, so I guess it's my turn L-tee."

"You're as insane as the Kordic's. Everyone knows..."

"I know Laura, I felt the same way when he told me. I was ready to lock him in a padded room for the rest of his life," Adam said with a laugh.

"I don't get it, you three seriously expect me to believe that monsters exists? The only monster in this room is me! I lost my parents in a car accident and now I'm scared for life. This is how you intend to make me feel better about myself, by making fun of me?

"Sit down!" Kevin screamed.

Laura was startled so bad that she froze in place. Adam and Kristine both turned to look at Kevin in disbelief at his tone.

"Kristine would you please join Laura on the couch, she might need someone to talk her through this."

The two women quickly sat on the couch. When Kristine put her arm around Laura, she could feel her trembling. Adam put his beer down and was ready to plug his ears. He knew what was coming.

"You sit around all day and wallow in self pity because you think you're some kind of monster." Laura was starting to tear up, as Kevin started to reprimand her.

"I'll tell you the same thing my mother told me. 'At what point are you going to accept what you are? No one is going to fall in love with someone who doesn't love themselves first.' Laura I know this is hard to hear, and it hurts.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Laura asked as tears streamed down her face.

"Because, every time I touch you, you do it to me."

Kevin stepped into the middle of the room and looked at the shaking girl next to Kristine.

"Laura, what ever happens next, I want you to know this. I am not going to hurt you, and Adam and Kristine will answer any questions you have."

Kristine held Laura close as she whispered to her. "Try not to scream dear, it'll hurt his ears."

In the twinkling of an eye, Kevin Dvorska revealed his own hidden secret to hopefully the right woman. As the massive brown werewolf stared at Laura with his golden eyes, her breath caught in her throat.

For a moment, Kevin thought he'd pulled it off with frightening the young woman, he was wrong.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, let me go, let me go!"

Kevin's ears were ringing and he shook his massive head in pain. Kristine was having a hard time holding Laura, so Adam jumped up to help.

"Laura just calm down for a minute, you don't see me and Kristine jumping around, do you?

"Get off me, get the fuck off me God damn it!"

Suddenly Kevin growled loudly at the three struggling forms. When they heard it, they all turned at once to Kevin. He saw that he had their attention and sat down on his haunches and cocked his head to one side. Adam gave a little laugh as he stared at his friend. He looked like something off an RCA record.

"Um -- I think he wants you to calm down Laura."

"Oh Kevin, I wish I had a picture of you right now. You look so cute," Kristine said with a giggle.

"Are you two out of your minds? Get me away from that fucking monster!"

Kevin whined at the comment, as he slumped to the floor and placed his head on his front paws.

"Stop it Laura! Now damn it, you don't like to be made fun of and neither does Kevin."

"Made fun of? Are you serious, look at the thing!" Laura said as she struggled.

"Adam, keep her still for just one damn minute. I wanna show Laura what kind of -- thing -- she's dealing with."

Kristine got up and went over to Kevin. She playfully scratched behind his ear and Kevin raised his head. When he did, Kristine wrapped her sleek arms around his neck and hugged him. She started to laugh when Kevin's long pointed ears tickled her nose. 

"Christ Kristine, get away from him. He'll hurt you!"

"Will you calm down please! Christ Adam, I don't remember being this bad when Kevin showed us."

"Bullshit, I remember you couldn't open the door."

"Gee, thanks for the help sweetie," Kristine said sarcastically.

Kevin's massive body started to jiggle as he tried to laugh. "Oh you think that's funny do you?"

Kristine got up and grabbed a newspaper. As she rolled it up, Kevin got up off the floor and looked at her. She swiped at his nose, but Kevin quickly moved to one side. The paper sailed harmlessly by.

She continued trying to swat his nose, but after four attempts, she decided on a new tactic. Kristine quickly grabbed his pointed ear and twisted. As Kevin turned his head to keep from being hurt, she slapped his nose with the paper. After releasing his ear, she tossed the paper on the table.

"That's what you get for being a bad werewolf!"

Kevin decided to pay her back as he moved to a nearby chair and lifted his hind leg. Kristine saw what he was going to do and gasped in horror.

"Don't you fucking dare Kevin Dvorska! You even think about it and I'll get a frying pan after you!"

Adam released Laura's arms and placed his hand softly under her chin. As he brought her face around, he looked into her eyes.

"Kevin has a very special gift Laura. He can't hurt you, I promise. See how Kristine plays with him, if he is so evil and terrifying, then why is Kristine so comfortable around him. The first time you touched him, his werewolf senses went ape shit, that's why he was so confused by you."

"But -- but he's a werewolf. They kill people."

"You read too many books Laura. Now I'm going to let you up and it's your choice to accept what he is, or, you can run out of the house screaming. Me personally, I hope you choose the first one dear. Kevin's been waiting a long time for this."

Adam stood up and moved towards the large beast in the middle of the room. He patted Kevin's fur covered back and headed for the kitchen.

"You need a beer little buddy?"

Kevin headed towards the kitchen and Adam stopped him. "You stay here, I remember the last time you played fetch asshole."

Kevin moved back towards Laura. When he reached her, he placed his massive head in her lap and looked up at her with his bright gold eyes.

"Really Laura, he won't hurt you, I promise," Kristine said in a caring tone.

The young woman slowly brought her hand up and softly placed it on his head. When he made no move to stop her, she ran his thick fur through her fingers in amazement. She remembered as a small child, her parents taking her to a petting zoo. The exotic animals frightened her, but her fear subsided as she petted them.

"You really aren't going to hurt me?"

He couldn't speak, so to answer her, Kevin raised up and placed his immense head on her shoulder. Laura slowly wrapped her arms around his neck as Kristine did earlier. She softly squeezed and Kevin let out a low growl.

She quickly let go in shock, but Kristine settled her fears. "I think he's trying to tell you he likes you."

"Can he understand me?"

"Well sure he can sweetie, it's still Kevin."

"Sit Kevin."

Kevin moved to the center of the room as Kristine giggled. As told, he sat on his hunches.

"Roll over."

Kevin complied quickly so that she would understand why not to fear him.

"Oh Kevin, that is just fucking priceless," Kristine laughed aloud.

Adam returned with the beers. "If you two are done with the obedience training, I think Kevin here needs a beer. He also needs to answer her questions."

While he was on his back, Kevin returned to his normal self. His clothes were torn and he looked like a wreck. Adam handed him the beer and he took a long pull off it. When he sat his beer down, he looked at Kristine.

"You cheated with the newspaper. No pulling on the ears."

"You piss on my furniture and I'll rip that ear right off your furry little body Mister."

"How did -- I mean were you -- like -- bitten or something?"

"Nope, sorry to say Laura I've been like this from birth. The whole fur thing and teeth didn't come around till I hit puberty."

"That's strange I didn't think you hit puberty yet," Laura said with a smile.

Adam and Kristine roared with laughter as the remark hit home. Kevin glared at both of them, but he couldn't deny the well placed come back.

"Ha, ha, very funny Laura, I show you my true self and all you can think of is sit and roll over?"

"Sorry, it's my first time with a werewolf. What did you want me do, hop on and go for a ride?"

"Um -- I wouldn't suggest that one Laura," Adam said as he took a hit off his beer.

Kevin moved over to Laura and knelt before her. "There's something I have to find out now that you know what a monster I am."

Kevin slowly grabbed Laura's hand and held it. He remained like that for a few moments, staring at her delicate face. "What is it Kevin?"

"Now I understand why my werewolf was screaming to get out."

"Is it screaming to get out now?"

"No."

"That's so strange. I wonder why."

"Because I love you, Laura." 

Long strands of tears ran down Kristine's face as she watched the unbelievable scene unfold before her. Even Adam had to brush away a few as he fought to control his joy for Kevin. Laura leaned forward and placed her lips close to Kevin's.

"I love you too," Laura whispered and then softly kissed her soul mate.

0600 hrs, back of the SEAL compound parking area.

Martina and Lorna Kordic walked slowly next to the three SEAL guards. They had very little to say in the matter. Both of them had waist restraint and ankle cuffs. As the two women approached the car, they saw two muscular well dressed men. Martina immediately knew they were CIA.

"Oh look Lorna, our very own CIA chauffer. Um gentlemen please try to keep the bumps to a minimum, you know how I hate to spill my martini," Martina said arrogantly.

"Good morning SEALs. Is there any transfer papers for me to sign?"

"No Sir. We're just glad to get rid of these two. You might want to gag them. The mother has a pretty smart mouth on her, if you hadn't noticed."

"That won't be necessary, we deal with her type all the time," he replied as the guard took off her restraints.

Once the cuffs were clear, Lorna stuck her hands out to one of the agents. "Here you go Officer, take me away."

"Shut up lady and get in. I don't have all day to fuck around with you," he said sternly.

The Kordic's climbed in the back seat as Lorna stared at her mother for an answer. Martina shook her head for Lorna to keep her mouth shut. As the door slammed shut, Martina saw the rear doors were missing the handles to open them.

"You sure you guys want to do that? I mean if you're out of restraints, you can borrow ours."

"Jesus you guys, how much trouble can two fucking females be?"

The car pulled out and headed for the front gate. As they passed the front entrance, the passenger turned around and glared at the two women.

"Now listen you two, here's the rules. If you behave, we can have a nice ride to the center. If you act up, well let's just say it won't be a pleasant ride."

"I know I can behave. How would you like a nice sloppy blowjob on the way there? I've been told I'm fairly good," Lorna said.

"I might take you up on that when we get out of town. What do you think Bill, Mom up here with me and the daughter in the back?"

"Hmmm, sounds like a good idea, but let's get out of town first."

"Ok, it's a date. Oh by the way, do you girls need some air back there. I can open a window or something."

Martina quickly answered up. "If you don't mind, we promise not to do anything stupid. I'm just looking forward to riding up front with Bill."

When the CIA agent turned around, Martina leaned in close to her daughter. "When they get out and switch us around, you take the driver and I'll handle the other one. Kill them quickly and we'll dump the bodies in the hills."

"I love you Mother."

"I love you pumpkin. We'll get out of this and go someplace quiet."

Martina sat back and prided herself on the good fortune of having to dick driven morons taking her back to the detention center. As she looked up ahead of them, she could see the outskirts of town, but there was a delivery truck trying to back up.

Bill looked around and turned right to go around the blocked road. They came up to an intersection and had to stop for the light. Lorna looked around at the tall buildings and then noticed a car pull up next to them. A slightly gray haired executive was in the back reading a financial report, when he looked up at the two women next to him. He smiled politely at them.

"Hey Mom, look," Lorna indicated to her.

As she turned to see what it was, the man in the back seat smiled even bigger. Lorna leaned over beside her mother and flashed him a bright smile.

"How's it going Grandpa, how about sliding in here for a little mother, daughter threesome?"

The older man chuckled and rolled down his window. "That's very sweet of you to offer, but I don't have the time really," he told her.

Suddenly, he raised the silenced 9mm Sig and fired two quick rounds into Lorna Kordics head. As Martina looked on in horror, she turned to face the elderly man. The last thing she heard him say before two more shots tore through her skull was something about Bravo.

The two Kordic's lay slumped in the back seat, as blood ran freely onto the carpet. Bill and his assistant calmly exited the car, as the other vehicle with Neal Hawkins in it, pulled forward. Bill walked around to the trunk and retrieved a wine bottle with a rag stuffed in it. 

After lighting the rag, he tossed the bottle into the front seat. As the three CIA operatives and the SEALs Commanding Officer drove away, they heard a loud explosion, as the gas tank of the car with the bodies of Martina and Lorna Kordic exploded.

**********

The Officer's club was dying down, now that the dinner rush was over. Adam and Kristine sat next to each other at the bar. Kristine couldn't help but show off the large diamond ring that now graced her left hand. Kevin sat next to Kristine and watched the news as he held hands with his true love, Laura.

Kristine sipped her glass of champagne as the words ran through her mind. 'Mrs. Adam Dawson, Mrs. Kristine Dawson, Kristine Duka -- Dawson.' No matter which way she pronounced it, she loved the sound.

"Excuse me Sir, would you mind if I change the channel to something a little less depressing?" the bartender asked.

"Can you wait just a few more minutes, the weather is coming up shortly," Adam replied.

"Not a problem Sir," she told him, as she poured him another glass of champagne.

"...and our final news story. A car exploded this morning around six o'clock near the outskirts of Aviano. It stopped at a traffic signal, when it suddenly went up in flames, according to some unofficial reports. Police discovered two bodies believed to be female inside, but due to the extreme heat of the fire, identification may be impossible."

"Fire investigators are looking into the matter, but police have said that no foul play was noted. Now for the weather. It will be cool with plenty of sunshine tomorrow. Temperatures should reach into the upper..."

Kevin, Adam, and Kristine looked at each other. All three of them had huge smiles on their faces. They had no idea if that car contained the remaining Kordics or not, but it seemed very odd that the two women had transferred to the custody of the CIA. Now there were two women in a fiery car accident.

"You don't think..." Kevin started to say.

"I don't think anything little buddy."

"I gotta tell you L-tee, I've been on my share of deployments, but this one takes the cake," Kevin said as he took a sip of his champagne.

"Well I for one am glad you two were here. I got a few new friends and future husband and maybe a few stories for the grandkids."

"Oh Jesus, we're not even married yet and she's starting in on me," Adam groaned.

"I was just thinking of the girl Jaz I met at the London airport. You know this whole deployment could be turned into a book. I mean you've got violence, love, deception, and to top it all off, the good guys won."

"Christ Kev, no one in their right mind would pick up a book about a werewolf who becomes a SEAL."

"I'm telling you Adam, I'm onto something here!"

"Alright wise guy, what are you going to name it, 'To hell and back' by Kevin Dvorska?"

"Um -- I have an idea," Laura piped in.

"Ok my love, you get to name it," Kevin replied as he kissed her hand.

"It's something I was thinking about after I learned about you and your gift. Why don't you call it 'They walk among us' it sounds catchy enough."

"Laura, I knew there was something I liked about you," Kevin said, and then softly kissed his lovers lips.

Thank you to everyone who has followed the adventures of Kevin Dvorska. I really appreciate all the requests for Kevin to find true love, and yes, Adam was lost when he first kissed Kristine in Chapter 7. For those of you who want more of Kevin and the group, don't worry and look for my Halloween submission. Don't forget to vote and let me know what you think of the story. See everyone in October.