Losing Everything (Georgia)

[Dante Stark]

Stark had been sitting in the dark, he'd been cleaning his pistol as he sat there silently it was time to finally go back out to hunt.. He was going somewhere he knew that was familiar and would be teething with a Lycan he needed to hunt.. Not that he wanted to but because it was time for the ordeal to finally come over.. Either it killed him or he killed it.. Stark loaded his silver bullets into the gun as it clicked. He'd jammed the gun in his holster as he opened the door to his apartment.. Stark walked down to where his Impala sat.. He sighed with a passing moment and opened the car door before letting it slam shut, he placed his key in the ignition and his car purred perfectly as he'd shifted it into reverse and left his place.

Stark was driving down the highway, he'd passed many cars and he could see the sun was finally setting and it'd be time to get the party done soon..Stark pushed his foot down on the accelerator as he speed off the road down to the farmlands, Stark drifted around the corner as he finally pulled up in the vast fields his engine cutting out as he pulled the key out.. Stark smiled as he threw his sunglasses onto the passenger seat.

Stark smiled cockily as he walked towards the boot and opened his small trunk and looked at a few of the weapons.. He growled as he closed the trunk and just unholstered his pistol.. It's personal now.. he thought checking the safety was off.. As he stood there the breeze felt warming to him as his jacket moved within the breeze slowly.

Walking away from the car he looked into the various tree lines scouting a vantage point.. It was a deadly game he was playing.. But it had to be done, even if he was closely attached to her. Stark leant up against the tree and hummed quietly to himself as he opened his ears and closed his eyes listening to the movements around him, he was going to win through bloodshed and angst but it was going to happen... Stark held his gun his palms shaking slightly as he tensed up and waited for her.

[Georgia Levita]

Full moon, the moon would hover over her like an orb and within a day or two it would be full and she would have no choice but to change. That was why Gia had driven all the way out here today, she had wanted to slip away into the forest and change now, sate some of her hunger and hunt deer to take off the edge, make sure that she wasn’t completely lost to herself when the moon came. Her changes were always a little unbalanced, the wolf inside took over and she forgot for a few hours that she was human at all, everything about her past was forgotten but she wasn’t a rabid beast. Not until a hunt started and she caught scent of her prey.

She had already parked up and slipped into the forest by the time she heard the approach of another car, not far away from hers. She had parked out of sight for the most part but if someone was going to come wandering around here then they would find it and wonder where the driver was. If only she had been clothed this moment might have been far less awkward really but her clothes were folded away neatly in her car and she was out here, alone, naked and mildly chilly. The temptation to change already was almost overwhelming but should she slip out of her human skin right here and now the human would be too… tasty not to hunt.

It wasn’t that she had anything against hunting humans really but Gia did attempt to avoid it. As a bitten were rather than a born lycan she had found the possibility of leaving people in her situation undesirable, instead preferring to hunt until death and hunt animals more frequently than humans; after all it was important to let the wolf in you run sometimes. There was something about that wolf form, slipping into it felt more like she was shedding the disguise of being human, no longer constrained by society’s rules and regulations but finally becoming what she had always been, it was as if she were born a wolf and strapped in chains as a pup, made to dance for people to jeer at.

How good it would be to change.

The scent on the wind changed her mind though, the scent of a body she knew, warm, comforting and familiar, a man that Gia would not forget any time soon, despite the fact they had never done anything particularly memorable other than make out and argue. Oh… and she had stabbed him in the back but that was another point. As she heard him exit the car, the sound of his soft footfalls on the earth echoing through the air, Gia slipped from the cover of the trees into that field, naked as the day she was born and looking a little like a tanned ghost in that night air under the almost full moon.

Scars rippled across her body, down her left leg was the massive burn of a wolfsbane grenade she had taken some years back when they had first been invented. A few small scars across her back and shoulders showed silver shot wounds long healed or the nips and bites from her rather larger brothers and sisters when they had been in wolf form. As the smallest, slenderest and most wolf-life of all of them, Gia had been bullied rather a lot. But now everything was on show and it wasn’t even remotely erotic, Gia stood, comfortable in her own skin with her glowing yellow eyes fixed on the man she had once wanted to know.

”Dante. So, you’ve come to take me down now?”

[Dante Stark]

Stark stood there when he finally saw the female emerge from the darkness, he'd been waiting a while for the two to finally meet not in public.. Alone where they could voice their feelings and here it was.. The Battleground was muddy and cold but it was a battleground none the less, Stark didn't raise an eyebrow at her as she'd finally came into earshot he'd opened his eyes and looked at her..

"Georgia, you've made this bed it's been a long time coming.. I guess it's time to finally sleep in it.. Every fibre of me doesn't want to do this but you know we are two separate people and this is how our story has to go... I'm Sorry.." Stark said his voice sounding like an echo in the breeze..

There story wasn't a pleasant one, it wasn't full of happiness nor was it full of love.. It was filled with pain and anguish.. The story of Danticus Stark, and Georgia Levita.. Was something any author could have made money out of..

It'd started off with a plot to subdue a careless man.. This man fell for her.. He felt the connection with her, then when it finally came to the time and they had almost had sex.. She'd lured him into a trap with her Alpha.. The Man she loved or cared for left the motel room that night leaving nothing but a sad glance to remember him by.. Stark walked closer towards her as his eyes met hers.. It was almost time..

"Well it's time Georgia, you should probably hulk out and we can both do this.. It pains me to even think about what we're doing but.. That's the monster at the end of our story.." Stark spoke sounding cryptic as he held his pistol down to his side waiting for her to transform so they could finally dance the way their races had intended.. Unmatched Stark was willing to let her kill him here and now, but he'd be putting up a fight.

[Georgia Levita]

She watched him approach, her senses so much more acute than his even in this dark night, or especially in this dark night. With only the moon to light the world everything had taken on a ghostly, shimmering haze that made Gia feel as though she might already be dead. Or perhaps he was, pale in the moonlight, perhaps this would be his death at her jaws. Shifting slightly, the little Italian felt the wind whip around her, bringing the scent of the man she might have once learned to share her life with to fill her nostrils, nature’s final betrayal for her was that the scent made her mouth water in a predatory way.

”I told you it would always come to this, I knew it would. You’ve chosen to come here and kill me and as old as I am, I’m not ready to die yet. What’s one more life for mine? What is your life for mine…” Gia shook her head sending the shock of blonde hair cascading around her features. ”It’s a lot… but I’m so far into this it’s too late to change it now.”

The gun was in his hand, given half the chance he would shoot her down before giving her full time to change, any hunter would. Even though he knew she didn’t have the full strength of a typical anthropomorphic werewolf she was still several times stronger than him in her wolf form with a maw strong enough to shatter his head in one hard bite and claws that would tear flesh from bone. The shivers began cascading down her body and she quivered under the moonlight watching him, even as he told her to change.

She had begun the transformation slowly, letting it roll over her in hot waves, letting her body feel it’s way forward automatically and choosing the least important bits of her to change first, her feet were shifting to paws, her hands to claws and by the time he was done talking she was running to the left and with one leap she stretched her spine out and let the transformation burst forward in a rush. Once she landed skidding, not giving him the chance to shoot her she was already mostly transformed, her tail simply thickened and her fur became longer.

No more was she that pretty little woman with a smiling face and tanned skin, she was a wolf that was almost five foot high at the haunches, massive head and neck hanging down with her tongue lolling out as she struggled to catch her breath. That tawny, grey fur ruffled in the wind and gave out the scent of the wild, a truly fierce animal and her human consciousness slowly began to ebb away like the falling tide. This would be a fight to the death and a human mind would only distract her, this was about instincts and a wolf’s tactics.

[Dante Stark]

Stark stood there silently, he'd looked away as she transformed.. He wasn't in this for fun it was a mission.. So he'd cared for her that's what made this the most hardest decision of his life, Dante calmly waited as finally he'd stood facing the humongous monster.. It was finally the fight of their lives.. "If i feared death right now... I'd have pissed myself.. You're lucky i had three months to prepare for this..." Stark said calmly as he jammed his gun in his holster and threw his jacket on the grass as he stood there in a black t-shirt..

Stark closed his eyes once more and breathed.. The Beast was a foe and yet it was a beautiful enemy.. Stark breathed silently before letting out a massive war cry and running felt pelt towards Georgia not even caring if she cut him down in moment's notice.. Stark jumped at the floor and slide between its legs as he pulled the gun from his holster and pointed it right at her.. It'd turned around and roared at him.

Stark didn't have much of a facial expression as he shakily held the pistol up there was a smaller distance between them now.. He aimed his pistol as his finger ran over the trigger.. He wanted to pull it.. He needed to end it here and now.. He hesitated.. The Beat came at him roaring something fierce he'd fired in her direction as she threw him to the floor like a pencil.. and he grunted waiting for her to finish him.

"Fucking end it now.. Finally rip my heart out physically and not mentally you callous bitch." Stark screamed as he tried to raise his gun once more..