Faline

Sure enough though, within the next fifteen minutes, a rowdy bunch of patron Weres make their way through from the far doorway trying to cause a ruckus. A couple of Vampires with them keep eyeballing me, but for once I avoid confrontation, keeping my attention on food. However, it isn't kept there for long as a scent that I know to be Werewolf starts harassing Kerry while she puts more items onto the salad bar.

Tried ignoring it, I honestly did, but when I heard the smack to her rear, it doesn't last.

"Kerry, get over here, please."

She hurries to my side where I pat her hand, letting her know I'm not angry while my eyes convey my apology for not doing anything sooner. Especially when I see the welts rising over her skin.

"Hey, I wasn't done with her. Send her back, we were having some fun."

When I start taking off my apron, that seems to let everyone else in the dining room know that shit is about to go down, so they either leave quickly or head to the walls. If I didn't know better, I'd say betting was going on. When the group notices the others leaving or just moving, they look to each other.

Two Weres back down while the two Vamps just sit on one of the tables with smirks and glittering eyes. I look at them with narrowed eyes, wondering if they arranged this. From their looks, I'm pretty sure they did.

Kerry, Maii, and I had come up with a system recently, one that if I look to one or the other of them when a situation is about to happen, they're to run and get Lady, or even Nicolaus if they see him first. When other submissives come in but see how everyone is standing, they either turn around and go back or start holding up the wall as well.

The already present patrons have sat back and are waiting for the fireworks. More and more of the rambunctious group back down when they get smirked at by others. All have 'retreated' till there's just the one Werewolf, a buddy of his and the two Vamps that came in with them.

"Take your group and leave. The men who led you here only did so to cause trouble. Do you really want to be the butt of their jokes?"

Werewolf and buddy just smirk at me, the two undead that entered with them now get stared down by others in the room. They don't seem to care, so either they're really brave, really dumb, or new here. The buddy's scent also seems to be wolf, but I'm getting Shifter instead of Were.

So two wolves and two Vamps. Easy-peasy. I need another tussle like I need another hole in the head. May end up with that anyway depending on how this goes.

The rest of the kitchen crew keeps working, but keep an eye on what's happening. With my odds looking so poorly, I look over to Maii, who nods and takes off for the side doorway. The wolf Shifter takes off after him, or attempts to since I leap in front of him.

Landing softly right in his path has him skidding to a halt. I'd gone a distance of at least twelve feet, let's hear it for inner kitties. He must be very young to appear so shocked. I just look at him, gold eyes peering into his grass green ones. He stands several inches taller than me, but seems to be lost in my gaze.

"Don't do this, please leave."

I speak softly, not making a single aggressive move towards him, but he takes a step back. Not out of fear, but uncertainty, judging by his expression. Another step back has his Werewolf buddy bitching at him about being a pussy in front of a pussy.

His head shakes, gaze breaking from mine. Vampire abilities aren't supposed to be very effective on Shifters, and hardly at all to Weres. I don't have any ocular abilities, so whatever had him isn't visual and not anything I'm aware of doing.

Several are looking at me though, wondering what I did to stop a wolf in his tracks. Lady and Orion's words flit through my brain about prophecies, calming abilities, and danger dance through my head. Too late to worry about that now, just have to hope they all think it something visual or even voice.

This man looks conflicted, not wanting to appear weak, but not wanting to cross me either. I feel it then, he has no ill intent towards me, just a young fool looking to party with his friends. Because he means me no physical harm, my 'calm' has transferred to him, making him not want to have an altercation.

"Please, just walk away. No one worth knowing will think less of you, as you are showing good sense and a brain."

He shakes his head again as if trying to clear voices from it. The decision is taken out of his hands though when his 'friend' shoves him to the side to stand in front of me. Hazel eyes glaring down at me lets me know right away, my 'calm' will not work on this one.

Too pumped up with a desire to hurt and get laid, his gaze makes the circuit of my body. This time I take a step back, not caring to have my neck craned just to look to his face. The smirk on his face clearly misunderstanding my move.

"Not so tough now are you?"

"Oh I wouldn't say that, just didn't want to get a crick in my neck from looking at your over-sized head."

Anger is instantaneous. People here are seriously moody, can't be very good for business, but what do I know. Soon as I see his arm twitch to throw a slap, I step back further so he misses, the movement fast and making him even angrier as he stumbles from his failed connection.

Wanna try something new this time, so I stay relaxed and loose, light. The skirt flows around me as if he and I are dancing as he tries again to land a hit. This time I duck and swing around to his back, staying out of his reach.

His big size counts against him, for although he has a long reach, his roped, muscled thickness throws him off balance when he swings. Never thought I'd see a Werewolf worse than Anthony, but even he moves better than this oaf. My very small shortness also helps me here as he has to reach down for me, not just out.

Cat senses let it be known when an object is at my back so I don't run into it. The area we're in, the only thing I have to worry about are the islands. I let myself get backed into one on purpose to lead him in close.

He lunges forward ready to wrap me in a bear hug when I jump straight up, just clearing my legs as his head collides with the raised edge on the 'back' of the countertop. My feet come down on his shoulders, bending at the knees to drive him down and using'im as a spring to jump away. I'm getting weird looks from those I can see, but they get ignored.

New scents find my nose, ones I've only had once before that I can recall. Not only can I smell that this man is a sweating Werewolf who's wearing a faint cologne, but I also pick up his rage. His embarrassment from not acquiring me and continuously looking a fool. Faded arousal and the semen he'd already expelled not long ago. No fear, just lots of burning anger.

Sweat becomes stronger and almost intoxicating as I feel my teeth lengthen. What the hell? This is new, since my teeth aren't bared. A quick sweep of my tongue reveals it isn't just my tops, but also my bottom canines that have grown.

Wait, last time I was getting smells like this, I was... I was channeling my sister.

Oh, shit.

My concentration shot, I land wide open and fail to protect myself. That thick skull of his must not've been too damaged with him moving that fast, but then both sight and scent let me know that he's cheating. He's pulled on more Werewolf power in a half shift. No claws, he doesn't want to be outed and called weak. Anthony knows better, if you want to take me down, you're gonna need claws, not just muscle.

He lands on me hard, taking me down fast. Fails to grab my arms though, having gone for a gut tackle. The snap back of my head dazes me for a moment. Should have been longer, but there's some supernatural shit going on within me... More so than usual.

The blow does cause me to gasp though, I can feel my fingers lengthen and tip with claws. Whether this one is mine or another from my sister, I'm not sure. They're thick though, and very strong when the fingers reinforce themselves with thicker bone.

Learned and shared knowledge passes through my brain, warning me not to punch with claws, using only open-handed slashes. No-brainer there. He rears back, angry eyes and an evil grin directed at me.

He startles for a moment when looking at me, but still presses his body down. Groin grinding into mine lets me know that fighting really excites him. Go figure. Seems to be a wolf thing as I get the same through Kierra.

Soon as he dips forward to steal a kiss, I strike, bringing my hand up hard and fast across his face before he gets too close to be able to perform it. He rears back once more with a shout as blood flies, body also lifting enough that I can pull myself out. Taking another swipe at his face as he looks at me with an intent to retaliate, the wolf's claws finally make an appearance and lash out.

I get away fast enough to prevent serious injury, but my shirt now having gaping stripes across my belly that's bleeding from matching marks. How rude. I've been staying silent for the most part, but now I start growling.

The sound is deep, not wholly mine. Eyes narrow at him before I start at him in a fury, claws slashing every which way over him. He'd raised to his knees, so his face, arms, and abdomen are now covered in a crimson that's flying everywhere.

He manages to grab my arms in his, holding them away. I just smirk and dive, the blood in his eyes providing the needed cover I need to get a hold of him before he pulls me away. Sharp Vampire combined with 'other' teeth sink into his neck, able to go deep and almost meet in the middle as I bite down hard. His howl is loud and echoes throughout the room. I missed the big vein on purpose, going instead to the thick muscle at his neck.

Doesn't pay to have a thick, beefy neck when it can be chewed on just as easily. I pull back just enough to strike again, this time going for my favorite bone. I read somewhere that there's no pain quite like that of a broken collarbone, I prove it by clamping hard over his.

Another scream sounds as he tries to pull me off, claws digging into my sides and sliding off ribs. It hurts. In retaliation, my teeth clamp harder, remembering Lady tell me that snapping bone with a bite is not a Vampire thing to do.

Well, I'm not exactly all Vampire right now. I can hear shouting around me and get grabbed just as my jaw snaps through his collar. The wolf howls in pain, the sound very pleasing. While there, I take in some of his blood for his causing me to bleed, then release quickly when I'm pulled away. Don't want to be knocked out again, thanks.

Going willingly into arms I recognize as I survey the room, the rest of his buddies are being held back by Vampires, a couple I know from earlier with Madaline. The wolf that I had asked to leave is nowhere in sight, so hopefully he listened.

I lick my lips as I watch the writhing man only a few feet in front of me. My arms are held tight to my sides, feet off the floor as I'm held up and against my very male Vampire's body. I feel his sigh against my neck as he buries his nose into it.

Maii is off to the side with the Mistress who looks from the Werewolf to me, a flicker shows in her eyes before she turns and goes to the group being held back. Looking to Maii, his face goes pale, so now I'm really confused. Seeing it, he touches his eyes and points to me. I whisper to the man at my back.

"Nicolaus? What color are my eyes?"

I feel him stiffen before he moves his head so I can move mine to look at him. His features close down as I blink at him.

"Tell me please, I don't understand what's going on."

I do, but he doesn't need to know that. He does actually answer me though, so maybe I should act dumb more often. Turning me to face into the kitchen, towards the cellar, he replies softly.

"They are glowing a bright green."