Homeward Bound (Georgia)

[Dante Stark]

The Story So Far: After being lured into a trap by Georgia Levita, Dante was threatened by Viktor Romanov to submit to his authority, after going gung ho crazy and calling Viktor's bluff Stark left with his wolfs bane grenade.. Stark looked at Georgia one last time out in the halls. The next day he'd sold his car and purchased an all American classic a Black 67' Chevy Impala and left New York City. He'd said no goodbyes instead leaving as the sun rose above the city.. He'd not even thought about how easily he'd been manipulated or how long he'd be gone...

Dante's car passed through the roads hitting about 70 mph, he'd been driving from driving from Chicago after finishing a week long job, he'd been posing as a teacher at one of the schools hunting one of the vampires he had gotten some Intel from one his hunter connections. Stark had been officially missing from New York for about three months, he'd been travelling state to state, catching up with other hunters and filling in jobs nobody wanted to touch. He'd had missed calls from most of his contacts in NYC concerned he'd been killed but he'd never answered them. Although he'd never tell Hobbs, he did miss some of her wisecracks and how he and her could have a laugh they'd had a weird relationship but Stark was feeling slightly blue about leaving her in the lurch.

He'd gotten over what Georgia had done to him and was almost ready to return back to New York. Stark never really took a vacation but this one he'd been taking felt less of a holiday, he'd been hunting alone.. He'd never spoke to anyone besides diner owners and barkeeps, he'd also met a few contacts in person. He'd usually contact business over the phone so nobody could trace him.. After stopping a Lycan pack in Illinois, he'd adopted a couple of fake aliases and even adopted a few forged badges posing as various professions to get closer to the unnatural elements of Lycans & Vampires.

He'd cranked up the radio of his slightly new Impala, he'd traded his Dodge Charger in for something more classy. He'd turned the radio up louder as "You shook me all night long" blared down as he drove down the interstate.. He'd finally be heading home as he sped his car up speeding past other motorists.

He was about a couple of miles out of the city limits, he'd dropped his speed as around twelve o'clock , Stark was finally back in town, his engine ripped through the quiet streets as he'd finally pulled up outside the diner.. Stark cut the ignition from his engine as he'd parked the car, he opened the door and stepped out looking at the nearly empty car-park. He took his sunglasses off and crammed them in his jacket.. He'd gone back to his stubble look as it'd covered his face.. He'd never really cared if he appeared with a beard or not.. Stepping inside the diner he was greeted with a smile as he'd taken one of the stools close to the bar. "I'll have the greasiest burger you've got and some of those fries.... And a piece of pie.. Can't forget that pie." Stark smirked as he talked to the waitress, she'd given him a set of cutlery as she'd brought over a piece of pie while his burger cooked. Stark was sat in the diner and he'd checked his phone a couple of missed calls from other hunters.. He'd started writing a text to the few Hunters he'd like such as Hobbs and Logan telling them he was back in town.

Stark watched as the waitress brought the plate out to him and he'd grabbed his fork, he'd been starving since he'd left one of the other towns.. He'd needed to eat before he felt queasy. Stark tucked into that burger like a lion eating a gazelle, he was like a furious monster chewing away at the meat.. He'd finally finished and began working that pie.. It was strawberry and it'd tasted kickass .

Dante paid the waitress dropping dollar bills on the counter before heading out to his car, he'd gotten some new equipment while he was on the road.. Mainly some new guns and he'd stocked up on ammo.. He unzipped his jacket and grabbed his sidearm out of its case.. He'd even brought a new pistol.. He'd traded his Sig Sauer for a Jericho 941 Handgun. He'd stuffed it down the back of his belt as he'd looked through his other equipment.. Stark nodded and closed the tray in his trunk sorting out a blue shirt that had been covered in his blood from the night he'd blown that building up with Hobbs.

Stark closed his trunk and hopped in his baby.. Of course being back in New York made him feel a tad bit feelsy, but he was home that's all that mattered he'd pulled out of the diner and hit the streets as his engine purred through the streets... He stopped his car in one of the parking lots near town, he'd only bought a handful of clothes for his road trip.. He'd need to restock most of his possessions and find a new place to live.. Stark walked out onto the busy high street checking his wallet counting his money, he'd not really paid attention but he'd managed to bag himself about three bags of clothes and even managed to acquire and apartment..

Stark dropped his stuff off inside of his car, he'd still wanted to go other places and do other things but instead he'd walked through town towards a quiet spot and took a seat on one of the benches away from the crowds.. He was close to the beach so he'd saw a couple of pedestrians pass by now and then.. It was quiet.. it didn't feel like home either it was more a less learning how to adapt back into his routine.. He'd wondered if Hobbs had missed him but there would be time for that.. a part of him wanted to hunt Georgia down and kill her for what she'd done.. But Stark knew this wasn't what he wanted he was just in a deep state of depression.. How easily he'd been manipulated by her, she wasn't his friend nor his enemy she was just a face in the now bigger crowd of those who weren't human.

[Georgia Levita]

Gia lived like a ghost at the best of times, she had a few contacts she spoke to but unless it was concerning the pack or work she kept herself utterly limited. Endless midnights spends with fingers rattling over the keyboard with inhuman speed as she shouted out in forums, played online games or monitored activity of those that believed in the weres and supernaturals. Part of her job was to keep them quiet, appeased and the forums she was on made it even easier for her, they made her an ‘official debunker’ without knowing one bit about her. She could find a crucial piece of evidence and post it up and suddenly a werewolf attack was nothing more than a rabid coyote or vicious murder. Oh it was far too easy to convince the masses in a way, the media were harder but they rarely latched onto a story and believed it, they sought the ‘normal’ explanation instead.

Last night she would have been doing just that but her body was twitching, her skin had been crawling and she felt sick to her stomach. It was her time to change and she knew it, there was no denying the wolf inside her for too long, she could barely go more than two weeks without feeling the need for it, if she tried simply to wait until the full moon it made her almost mad. Her car had streaked down the highway that night, right out of the city and away into the outskirts, past New York until she found forests and wilderness, it took time to get there but it was oh so worth it when she ditched her car right at the edge of a forest, stripped off, threw her clothes into the trunk and slid away into the undergrowth.

As crouched on the ground, dirt between her fingers she felt the heat shiver down her spine, bones moving and crunching, muscle rebinding in more familiar places, fur flowing over her flesh like hot silver, dappled reddish brown fur mingling with icy blonde, kept shorter than perhaps most wolves. She managed to hold back from howling, out here people were fond of hunting but she arched back her long neck and felt her spine crunch four times as everything clicked into place. Once she stood and flexed her paws, she ran a cursory glance over her body.

No monster was she, no hybrid between wolf and man, no two legged beast that tore apart flesh, Gia was sleek and slender, a four legged beast of beauty whose only real difference from normal wolves was her size, she was far larger than her wild brethren but far smaller than the other lycans of course. Keen nosed, sharp eared, Gia was a tracker not a fighter and her body reflected it, her senses explored the world around her and suddenly sight was unimportant, the world was so much more than it had been before.

Muscles tensing, she paused for one long moment before… BAM… she was sprinting through the undergrowth like an antelope, leaping over brush and branches, moving through the forest like no other werewolf could, her tail whipping out behind her, high in the air as her excitement took over. Suddenly her thoughts were gone, she could smell prey up ahead, a deer and it was just begging to be chased, begging to be hunted and while she was alone there was no deer that could outrun her. Bursting into the clearing in a rush gave the deer a shock, it was away before she had the chance to leap onto it but that was exactly what she wanted, exactly what Gia needed.

When she was done she lay in the forest on her side, listening to the world, watching the sky lighten above her, her fur soaked in blood, the deer carcass not far away from her. She was far from her car now and once her food was at least partially digested she’d have to start her way back but there was no rush, not yet, the car was well out of sight and no one would come here.

By the time she was back at her car it was almost ten am and she had to change back, if only to open up the car and get her clothes out. Hunkering down on her back legs, she made an effort to lick off the worst of the blood from her paws and chest, clean up her fur a little. Eventually she had to change back and almost moaned in pain as her body reformed, the change to wolf was easy, the change back was so much worse and she could never do it under pressure or afraid. It took her a minute or two before she was in her full human form and several minutes longer before she could get off her back and make it to her car, grabbing her clothes out and some wet wipes she always had with her.

Soon she was dressed and heading back to the city, blasting the car down toward the highway, singing loudly and feeling fantastic despite barely getting more than two hours sleep in her wolf form. Adrenaline pumped and rushed about her body as she took corners at breakneck speed, right up until she got back into the city, right up until the traffic made her trundle. Eventually she ditched her car near her house and slid out of it, deciding to enjoy the good weather in the city since she really didn’t feel like sleeping.

The world was so much wider after she had changed, her senses went wild as she wandered through the streets, the world sharp and clear in focus. Maybe that was the reason she scented something… someone familiar. She couldn’t say she knew who it was but she knew the scent well and it meant it was worth following; human of course in a tide of humans but then that didn’t stop it being interesting. Her curiosity was her downfall.

Wandering along the street, barely looking where she was going she followed the scent until she was just two metres from it’s source, then she stopped and desperately wished she could turn around because the face she could see really wasn’t one she had wanted to. Dante… she hadn’t seen him since he had fled the city, she knew he had gotten out alive and was somewhere out in the world hunting, she heard rumours from wolves that could possibly have seen a hunter matching his description, she had a vague idea of where he had gone but… she didn’t know he would be back here… that was just too much bad luck that she had to run right into him now, today of all days, fresh after a change and kill when she’d be all buzzing with energy.

[Dante Stark]

Stark hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings he'd been more than happy thinking about the coven of vampires he'd dispatched in Seattle, they did not go down without a fight Dante remembers how he'd killed every one of the suckers and decapitating them.. Dante had seen some stuff in his AWOL trip..

He'd also saved more lives than he'd ever done it was something that didn't make him proud.. He was just doing his job, he'd been in a hole since Georgia had lured him into her trap.. He'd felt abused and violated for being so trusting. He'd been in a dark place the whole time and now he was finally coming back to reality.. He'd never felt so abused in all his life though.

Stark looked out at the sea, it'd given a calming atmosphere to his situation.. He'd never enjoyed to be off his feet for too long he usually got bored.. Dante stood up and walked to the railings, Not many people had been around and he reached down and pulled out his gun.. He'd engraved her name into the pistol.. He'd never wondered why he did it but it was something warming to him.. Even if she was a bitch.. Well that's what one half of him thought.. Another part was dwelled up in his feelings.

He'd inspected the gun and double checked the safety.. From now on he'd be checking on everyone that had come into his life.. Keeping tabs on everyone like his own personal database.. He never wanted to be caught like that again, he'd never thought he'd bump into her again New York was a big city.. and he saw people come and go just like that.. It'd have been easy to have avoided her if he did run into her.

"You're such an idiot at the best of times aren't you Dante.. Almost like you want to set yourself up to fail. " He uttered to himself looking out at the sea, he'd never been good with his own ideas hell he was a far better soldier than he was at listening to people.. He'd thought about moving back to England while out on the road.. He'd never go through with it of course, but that's all his thoughts did dwell..

Stark gripped onto the railing and hopped up on it sitting on the cold bars.. he was watching the ocean as it'd moved he felt a lot more relaxed he'd heard more voices coming out of nowhere as he'd been sitting here.. Stark breathed a sigh of relief as he took a deep breath, he'd missed New York a little bit to say the least.. It was glad to be home even if he'd had to buy a new place.. Dante turned his head and looked through the crowds coming down.. He swore he could almost make Georgia's face out of the crowd, but he'd guessed his mind was playing tricks on him.

[Georgia Levita]

What should she do? Gia couldn’t just walk away now she had seen he was back, she couldn’t turn tail and hide in the crowd again considering what she had done to him. Of course she would do it again if she had to, Viktor asked her to and that was what was important, she would do anything for her alpha, for her pack, there was no doubt about it in her mind. In a way she had saved him from worse, someone could have hurt him worse than her, dragged him in there, he might have ended up dead. The little Italian couldn’t help but like the human that she had met, one way or another, she couldn’t get around it.

Guilt writhed in her stomach in a way it hadn’t for close to a century, snakes whispered into her ear with forked tongues. Of course it couldn’t have lasted between them, it would never have worked out, she was two hundred years older than him, she was a werewolf and he was a hunter, they were doomed to fail before they began, it could never be anything more than a fling even if they had had fun. She knew all of that but he hadn’t and that was what was so unfair. The only way she could harden her heart was by telling herself if he knew what she was he would have shot her without a second thought, looked at her corpse as she changed back and never felt remorse or regret.

But now Gia couldn’t help but think that he would kill her if he ever saw her again, he would be angry and hurt and he would hunt her down, skin her alive and hang up her tail. Well that might be overdramatic but the point still stood that he would want her dead. Facing him now, here, in public where he couldn’t just shoot her might be the best idea, there was no way she could avoid him forever, not when they actually lived comparatively close in this big city, similar areas and not when he would be on the look out for her.

Sliding through the crowd she snarled at someone that bumped into her, sending them jumping away in shock. Okay she’d have to be careful, wolfish reactions still on high here after last night’s run. Slowly she slipped up beside him, keeping just out of arms reach and leaning on the metal railing he was sitting on casually, looking out into the ocean. The scent of him filled her nostrils, flashing memories of the bars… of the bed. That could have been a fun night, even if she would have run the next morning. ”If you talk to yourself people will think you’re mad you know.” Her voice was quiet, low, her Italian accent more pronounced than ever before now she wasn’t bothering to hide it.

She had never shed it entirely and now that she wasn’t lying to the hunter about who she was it was easy to slip straight back into it, her voice warmer and richer for it. Her tanned skin glittered under the sun as she turned to face Dante, bright eyes rolling over him to take in his appearance, it didn’t look as though he had been taking care of himself recently, she could smell fast food on him too but then no one else would be able to. ”So, are you going to kill me?”

Under it all she was scared for her life, she could disappear for a few years or she could kill him but she didn’t want to do either. If he wanted her dead he would have ways to do it, she knew Logan too of the hunters, his commander and that would make it even more difficult if they realised how deeply involved in the betrayal she was. Fuck, it was far too dangerous of her. Suddenly she really was regretting approaching him, if he attacked her now then she wouldn’t have enough control of herself to stick human, her nerves were already changing her eyes. Her irises were the yellow of her wolf eyes, bright and glittering, rather larger than any human’s had a right to be, if she wasn’t careful she’d sprout hair in really unacceptable places.

[Dante Stark]

His mind hadn't been playing tricks on him, it was really her. Dante breathed for a moment before looking at her his eyes seemed to gaze hers as if he was pouting or had puppy dog eyes..

"I'm not going to kill you. Georgia, even if what my job stands for means i should.. I just can't do it.." Dante sighed he'd almost felt a lump in his throat as talking to her had brought up past memories between the two, even if had only been three months it'd still felt like a life time or two to Stark. Dante hopped off the pole to face her directly.

Dante felt a shiver run down his spine as he'd looked into her eyes. Dante shook his head he'd been remembering the looks of some of the faces as he'd killed them in cold blood but yet he couldn't take two minutes and pop two caps into her skull..

He was the only monster out on this pavement.. Even if others hailed him a hero.. Dante played with the necklace he'd been wearing he was almost fidgeting in her presence.
"And besides.. Even if we do have a slight misconnection.. I'd never want to harm you.. Even if we are two different people.. I'd still have cared.. Stark's voice was more serious since the last time they'd met in the hallway, she had stood naked as he'd walked away with his clothes in his hands..

That night had changed so much in him.. He'd become more in his shell then before.. Inside Stark's mind he wasn't calling Georgia any hurtful names he'd just wished the circumstances had been different about them..

"The least you could do i suppose is buy me a coffee.. And maybe we can talk.. I've not had a decent conversation in three months.. And well i guess we'll have to suck up our issues and talk like adults..." Stark's voice was still in the serious tone but he'd shot her one of his slight smirks.. Dante walked down the path extending his hand for her to follow him..

Sure she may have been a bitch.. But we all had to forgive our inner demons now and again he'd thought as he left his hand for her to take.

[Georgia Levita]

Georgia’s yellow eyes met Dante’s and she managed to calm herself as he spoke, he sounded almost serene in his depression and the fact that he didn’t instantly grab something to shoot her with made her relax a little, not enough for her changes to reverse but they were barely noticeable anyway, her hands were fists to hide the claws that were sprouting from the ends of her fingers instead of her normal nails. [ccolor=orange]”I didn’t expect that.”

[/color] Her voice lilting slightly as she closed her eyes almost in relief. She could feel him move and slide off the bar to look at her. She could see the hurt in his eyes when she once more opened hers and wanted to cringe away.

”I’m only a person because you met me the way you did. If you knew what I was I would never have been a person to you Dante.” She sighed then, closing her eyes once more now that she wasn’t feeling so afraid, trying to get a grip on herself, trying to still her thrashing heart. She wasn’t a warrior, she was no impressive bitch that could slay a man where he stood, she was an old fashioned woman from Italy, a computer nerd, someone who liked opera and the ballet, she was just a person that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He would have killed her if she had walked up to him in her wolf form, though she wondered whether he had seen her kind before, true wolves rather than the anthropomorphic monsters the others became, she didn’t know many of her kind and they tended to keep out of the fights since they were far less powerful, far less fearsome than their monstrous counterparts. She was wolf through and through now, there was no hiding that from herself, she had accepted what she was a long, long time ago and that had made the change easier, made the passage of time easier. Just an animal that could hide behind a human skin.

”I think I can get you a coffee. I could do with one, I can’t get the scent of the forest off me.” And as he held his hand out to her, walking toward her, she hesitated, wondering if he would have silver clasped in his palm or if he would try to kill her then but she could smell no real aggression from him and after a pause she unclenched her hand and took his, her claws changing even as her hand brushed his back into her normal nails. Gia couldn’t help but be ashamed she wasn’t controlling her change so well, the electricity of his touch almost made her sprout a damned tail but shivering slightly she took a deep breath and snapped back into reality, forcing her body to submit. Her eyes still looked inhuman, so different from normal but if that was it then she could deal with that.

Slowly she walked with him, wandering through the sparse crowd to a coffee shop not too far away, releasing him to slide into one of the more private booths out of the way of the other few customers that were in the bistro, though they paid no attention to the two. It was a nice little place, it served Italian coffee and that was what Gia wanted right now. Waving over the waiter she ordered, waited politely for Dante to do the same before covering her face with her hands, trying to keep herself calm.

”Sorry… I’m being rude but I was worried about your reaction. I’m not quite in control of myself.”
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[Dante Stark]

Dante had peered into her eyes as they'd walked together with their hands clasped.. He'd felt no sense of embarrassment she'd clearly been having transformation dysfunctions but Dante didn't care.. In fact he was taking this all too well as they'd walked, to anyone on the boardwalk they'd have looked like a normal couple without knowing the truth one turned into a Werewolf the other just a man who'd killed far too many..

Stark glanced into her eyes as they'd walked he could see the coffee shop in the distance.. "You're eyes are still beautiful.. " He'd uttered just so she could hear him.
Dante could hear the voices in the shop, he'd not been around such a crowded place in awhile it was overwhelming at first but finally when he'd gotten into the both with Georgia he'd felt more of a sense of relief. Obviously it'd been awkward for the pair to reunited after such a tragic break off.. They'd both did things that the other didn't agree with and leaving wasn't what Dante should have done to her.

"I'll have a Caffè con panna." Dante said the waiter clearly understanding him.. He'd listened to what she'd ordered and looked away once the man had left.. He'd glanced into her eyes now and again but each time he kept getting sucked into eye contact with her. He'd thanked the waiter as he'd brought his order over, he'd picked up the cup and blew at the steam.. It'd be nice and refreshing and he could use something that he didn't buy from a truck stop.. Stark blew on it before bringing the cup slightly further and taking a sip wiping the cream off his lips..

"So, what did i miss while i was gone for three months.. Apart from losing my apartment of course.. but that's okay I've got a fancier one now... But how about your life been up to much work or such activities..?" Dante playfully smirked.. He'd laid his hands out on the table, looking back at her with his blue eyes he'd felt a few things stirring in the back of his thoughts.. Of course this was never protocol for a man of Dante's standing but something about seeing her made him think about getting out of hunting... It'd only hurt him more if he'd continued to be suckered like she'd done to him.. He'd felt like a normal person as of now sitting in a slightly overpriced but quite fancy coffee place none the less..

She obviously liked the richer things in life still, he'd liked that about some people they always had their own special rituals and damn his coffee was good.. Like it'd been made by the gods.. but clearly god didn't exist in this kind of world.. What man let people get torn apart due to mysterious ways.. Stark rubbed his eyes he'd felt unclean having not shaved for awhile.. He'd scratched at his stubble before taking another sip of his beverage and nodding whenever Georgia spoke to him.. He'd like to listen to her voice it always did have a sort of angelic affect on him.. and that accent he would have been dying to have at her if he'd just met her again.. But he'd suckered it up and hide it behind his serious hunting face.

[Georgia Levita]

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Gia was entirely humiliated by the fact she wasn’t controlling herself properly, acting more like a pup than anything else with her lack of ability here. She knew of course it would be hard to control herself so soon after a change but really this was just pathetic considering the amount of effort she was exerting. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been afraid before in her life, but it wasn’t the fear really that was doing it… it was the whole mix of emotions that was really making it so difficult for her. When he whispered to her about her eyes she blushed and lowered her head a little, this time she wasn’t putting on the show to try and get him home with her, she could really be herself at this point. ”You wouldn’t say that when they were paired with the furry ears and tail.” Other people might have considered her beautiful if they weren’t too busy running in terror. In fact most humans barely needed to be afraid, she didn’t hunt them as often as she might.

Once they were in the coffee shop she really did start to relax a little more, deep breathing slowing down her racing heart until it was almost down to it’s usual pace. She barely looked at the waiter as he came over with their drinks, her eyes entirely focussed on the man before her, the man she had wounded without ever really thinking about it, the one she had had to wound to save her pack. If she had known him better then she might not have done it, she might have carried the warning to him directly rather than going with Viktor but he was her first and foremost loyalty, nothing was more important than his command.

Humans might not understand that compulsion, hell a lot of wolves didn’t but Gia was a pack animal, entirely dependent on the pack for her life, her money, everything. Of course it had been a pack wolf that had changed her too and fucked her life up but she was thankful for that or she would have died a small town girl in Italy two hundred years ago, probably in child birth or something horrible. This was so much better, this was a real life, even if she did have to fuck people over in ways she really didn’t want to sometimes. Strange that she regretted this so much but Dante was more than just a face in the millions she had seen. ”You missed… nothing really. My life is the same and doesn’t change in a matter of months. Keeping our kind a secret, hunting deer in the forests, going to the vets…” She shrugged lightly at the joke, a small smile flickering over her face.

Even as she relaxed her eyes slowly changed back to their own human shape, still tawny but no longer so large and wild, suddenly a lot more endearing. ”Anything more than that I can’t talk about. I’m at the beck and call of the pack of course but they let me do my own thing mostly. I am not once of their… high ranking members… I am useful in my human form but as a wolf I’m good for nothing other than tracking.” One swipe from one of her wolf brethren would leave her gutted and bleeding by their vicious claws.

Slowly Gia placed her hand on the table as she watched Dante, watched him in a way she hadn’t watched a human for a long time, drinking in his scent and his appearance, letting her eyes wash over him before she closed them again, letting out a deep breath. Relax, calm, unwind. ”And what about you? Any good new trophies for your wall?” She asked, trying to sound casual but a slight bitterness stuck in her throat. Slowly shaking her head she rumbled a small growl before speaking again. ”I’m sorry… that wasn’t supposed to be rude.”

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[Dante Stark]

Dante linked his hands up with hers as they'd been talking, he'd still felt a bond of closeness with her like his instinct.. He'd smiled weakly; "I'm sure you'd still look classy with a tail and fur.. " , he'd not done pretty things in his time away.. Nothing but saved lives and helped stop a few outbreaks here and there.

"The night i left, I'd traded my Dodge Charger for a Black 67' Impala, i went from state to state.. I'd helped other people out with their own issues.. I'd stopped a few attacks.. Saved lives.. the usual.. I've probably visited more states then people do in their whole lives... And I'm not like other hunters i don't keep trophies i just have to do my job sometimes.. Even if it hurts other people.. " Dante closed his eyes winching over the flashback of beheadings and bullet casings he'd done in his time gone.
Dante used one of his free hands and pulled his drink up closer to him once more, he'd sipped it and felt the rush of caffeine..

He'd finally opened his eyes forgetting his own surroundings for a moment.."While i was gone.. I had feelings like i was back in the British Army.. Serving my tour of Afghanistan.. It's times like these I'd wish i never got discharged for psychological reasons... I mean watching your friend get torn open by a vampire as you cradle him as he dies.. It makes a guy-- I'm blabbing.. Sorry.. " Stark sighed and then he'd thought back to Arkansas where he'd been dealing with a mass murder group of vampires.. His mind was all over the place.. Stark focused his eyes on hers when he opened them and just thought of nothing but her.. He was in pain and she could probably tell this as humans had all kinds of fear indicators even if they was a hardened veteran like himself.

Stark ran his fingers over her palm, even though she'd had her transformation they were still soft as anything.. He'd stopped closing his eyes due to the hot flashes he was having, he'd rather have stayed focused on her eyes.. They drew him in still.. She was acting like her true self and not the phoney he'd seen three months prior.. She was more beautiful when she'd acted like a normal person and not trying to bait Stark..

"You're much more attractive when your being yourself Georgia.. I've still got those types of feelings that I'd had three months ago.. But i don't want us to act upon what's in the past I'd rather be both just moved forward together... Let's just forget about what happened three months ago.. I mean I'm sure we've both moved on from the situation we'd been thrust into.. It's a dull world out there and we both know that more than anybody in this coffee shop." Stark smiled weakly again at her, she still had those attractive eyes that drew him in, they almost made him feel warm inside and as if he'd been staring into his soul at this very moment.. Stark let go of her hands and withdrew them back to his side of the table.. They'd not seen each other in three months and he'd already broken the touch barrier holding her hands as they'd walked here then as they sat here together..

It was crazy sometimes how the worst situations brought out the goodness inside some people... Stark laid his hands within reaching distance of hers either way just because it'd have felt wrong to withdraw them completely.

[Georgia Levita]

She hadn’t anticipated his touch, the feeling of his hand on hers almost made her jump, his strong hands were powerful, warm and dry and made her stir in a way she really hadn’t expected, her heart beat she had worked so hard to calm racing again. She wondered if he had pheromones or something, something to make her act this stupidly around him considering she barely knew the man but then… would human pheromones work on a werewolf? ”I bet you say that to all the lycanthropes.” She answered him, mockingly really, a small laugh escaping before she could stop it, even in this tense air she still had to laugh.

”I kept track, I heard whispers from my people, the loners, the ones that escaped your notice. I figured it was you, packs were wiped out and we heard nothing but whispers…” She turned away from him then, her hand tensing ever so slightly before relaxing. She had of course told Viktor about packs being hurt, she had mentioned it to her part of the pack when it happened, they were all aware the hunters were getting strong but she didn’t mention who she thought it was, she didn’t want a bigger target on his back. Despite it all she liked the bastard, even if he was hunting her people. ”I didn’t tell them it was you… I mean I didn’t know but…” She felt like she was trying to make up for her previous betrayal and that really wasn’t in her style. Internally, after a small mental argument she simply shut her mouth and listened to him.

He had fought in wars, he had watched people die again and again, it must have been what led him into becoming a hunter she figured though of course perhaps he already knew about vampires before then. It must have been a shock though, a horrific shock to find out what was happening, a whole other world he would never even have realised about. ”I can see why you hunt us, when that’s what you saw…” She said slowly, biting her lip, white teeth flashing for a moment before instead she picked up her coffee and drank, trying to keep her cool.

”We didn’t choose this life… I didn’t. I can’t say I don’t like it but when you’re a wolf everything is different, people don’t look like people any more. After a century or two it’s easy to forget.” It wasn’t a good excuse for what she was, what she did but it was all she had. After a while you stopped caring. It wasn’t like vampires that could drain people without killing them, when she had to hunt she needed to eat flesh, needed to rip and tear and once she was hunting she was unstoppable, nothing could snap her back to being human again at that point, they were prey… they were nothing more than deer once the need to hunt was in you. Irresistible, undeniable.

He thought she was more attractive when she was herself? A small, bitter laugh escaped her then and she wrapped both of her hands around her coffee, guilt burning on her face. ”When I’m myself Dante I have jaws that would crack open a man’s skull, when I’m myself I’m far from… human. I lived maybe twenty something years as a human, I’ve lived over two hundred years as a wolf… it’s easy to forget what you are, what you were when you spend so long being a monster of legend.”

”How can we forget what we are, what happened when it’s still a problem? I’m still what I am, you’re still a hunter. I can’t be cured and you won’t give it up. We were destined to kill each other one way or another.” Her voice was hoarse then, accent pronounced and rough making her sound more foreign than ever. It took a long moment before she could look into his eyes and when she did she slid her hand slowly, gently across the tanle until the tips of her fingers were touching his.

”We don’t have a future, we both know that. We might have a laugh for a while but what happens in a few days when the moon is full and I need to go? Do I need to worry that you’ll follow me with silver bullets ready to chaperone me? Ready to kill me? I’m sorry…” Now she really did sound bitter, this was what was taken from her, the price for her longevity, for her life, this was what she had to pay. She could never be with a human, never love a human, never settle down and have children, never live a normal life.

”I should go… I shouldn’t be talking to you. It just puts you in more danger.”