Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2010 16:23:09 -0400
From: B C <craze_writer@live.com>
Subject: Supernatural-101 Part2.4

Well this week is actually Creativity Week, so I decided that I needed to
post something... SO here it is, enjoy. I've been a douche about getting
back to people's e-mails so I'ma try and remedy this situation ASAP. Enjoy,
as always.

~*~ Supernatural 101 -- Part 2.4 ~*~

The Society hadn't contacted us in a few days and we were starting to get
very worried. Cade, Theresa or Martin wouldn't answer when we shouted for
them and my mind was remarkably quieter since Cade took up residence in
there. My head rested against the window, bouncing off as we went over
bumps in the uneven back roads of Durham. We had been wandering around the
GTA since the werewolves of Cherrywood incident searching for a sign of The
Society or trying to get close enough to their headquarters to pick up a
signal from it. Unfortunately, the days were long and we were losing hope.

"Well I say fuck `em" Desmond finally spoke up after a lengthy
silence. "They've obviously moved on or something. Can we just move on? Go
hunt a witch or something?" His hand squeezed my thigh to invoke a
response.

"I don't know... I can still feel something in my head. Cade's still there,
he just won't answer me. That or he can't. And we haven't seen Ironside for
awhile. Our supernatural connections have been totally cut off." I traced
the thick veins on his hand.

"Didn't Cade teach you how to send out a magickal flare or something?"

"No that would make life easy. Too bad your old buddy turned out to be
Theresa and Cade, otherwise we'd have at least one friend."

Desmond pulled a sharp U-ie. "Well they must have done something with
her..." He slammed his foot onto the ground and we sped off back towards
Westshore. "Locked her up or something you know? Ugh we're so stupid."

"Well let's at least hope that they left her in one piece. Séances are so
cliché."

"I love it when you speak French."

"Calm down Gomez, mon grand pomplemousse." I chuckled as he tried to grab
my arm and kiss it. "Road... ROAD!" I shouted amongst the laughter. He
mocked my disciplinary tone and released my arm.

"Well, just wanted to reiterate that you're mine, I'm yours etcetera..."
His voice trailed off.

"Ooooh we're getting into this again because Celine and you were an item
yes?"

"You said it wasn't a big deal. Let's not make it a big deal cause it isn't
a big deal. If it were a big deal then you know that I wouldn't be taking
you there if you felt like it was a big deal and you'd be uncomfortable a-"

"Desmond you're rambling." He took in a deep breath then let it out and
fastened his grip on the steering wheel. "No big deal. Promise." I don't
think either of us were entirely convinced. I was pretty pissed about that
whole him having sex with the ghost of his dead lover thing... But this one
was alive and a witch so who knows right?

We approached the house once more, perched upon a cliff overlooking Lake
Ontario. It looked the same as it had the first time that we drove up, only
this time, I was much more scared. Celine could be dead, or crazy like
Winnie or...

"Desmond!" Holy crap she was fucking hot! Wait... This happened
before... She ran up to Desmond arms out stretched. She wore skin tight
jeans and a bright pink top holding back her hefty cleavage from the
world. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a sloppy bun that let most of it
hang down anyways. It had a few white streaks in though she was by no means
old. She may as well have been as old as Desmond. Which of course
immediately made me suspicious. "How you doing there babe?" She smacked her
gum at him.

"I'm... Good Celine..."

"What's the matter hun? You look like you've seen a ghost! Haha!" Her mouth
opened up annoyingly wide as she slapped her knee at her own joke. A
serious tone overtook her. "You haven't have you?" A moment later she
repeated the knee slapping gesture along with the laughter.

"No we thought something had happened to you." He pushed her away so that
she was no longer touching him. Good start... "Last time we came there were
some people here, one of them transformed herself to look like you."

"Oh... You got duped there boy! I've been dancing naked at Stonehenge the
past month. I only got back yesterday! This guy!" She said slapping his arm
and looking at me. "Oh hey, you brought me a witch."

"Wha-?"

"Ah enough chattin out here. It's awfully breezy, cold off the lake you
know. Common inside." She led the way to the house. Desmond and I lingered
for awhile.

Desmond rolled his eyes. "She's a little much at times. But she's a good
person. I promise." We both stumbled forward as Celine's magick pushed us
towards the house.

"Common slowpokes!" She held the door open and waved us in. I started up
first, unfortunately, Desmond seemed to take this as a sign that I was mad
and let out a disgruntled sigh. "Welcome to chez Celine! That's French you
know." She followed up with a sarcastic whisper. I felt Desmond's eyes on
me trying to gauge my reaction. I really wasn't bothered as much as he
thought I was. Sometimes I think that he just assumes that I'm going to
flip out and snap his neck or leave him or something over menial things
like this bitch. Really.

She led us into the living room and brought in some tea. "So... You were
where?" Desmond asked.

"Stonehenge, dancing skyclad! Oh it's a great time. Tons of sage and
pot. I've got some left if you..."

"No we're good." Desmond took a cup of tea and blew on it before pressing
the delicate china to his lips. "Well as I was saying, the last time that
we were here, there were two people here... And one Erelim, some kind of
half-angel."

"An Erelim? Well that's neat. Never seen one of those before. Bet he's got
quite the casting arm on him eh?" She laughed, again slapping her
knee. "I'm sorry." She said after gaining her composure and noticing that
we weren't that impressed.

"Well anyways... He was Cade and then there were these other two, Theresa
and Martin. They claimed that they were all part of some secret
organization of organized and bureaucratized hunters. They wanted us to do
a job and long story short, when we finished it, they were nowhere to be
seen. I think they called themselves..."

"Oh The Society? Those guys are douchebags." She sipped her tea. "I ran
into them a few years back. They tried to slap me with a...a... an Unlawful
Use of White Magick fine or some bull!" She laughed again. "Slapped them to
Mexico!" She laughed uncontrollably for a few minutes. When she was done,
she wiped a tear. "Ah... Well! You boys must be looking forward to some
hospitality then commin off a job! Why don't you and... What did you say
your name was?"

"I didn't..." I said bashfully. She was kind of intimidating in a non-scary
kind of way.

"Well whatever your name is then. Why don't I point you two to some rooms
and you can clean up a bit? I'll make you something... And of course when I
say me, I mean Swiss Chalet. Sound good?" She slapped her knee again and
then rushed us upstairs.

"Celine, hang on a sec...!"

"Oh hush up! You know I can't cook Desmond! I'm good for two things: castin
and fuckin. Hopefully there'll be some of both before the night's over eh?"
She winked and led us onward up the stairs and to the left.

"Celine!" Desmond shouted and dug his heels into the floor. "Stop for a
second."

"What's up hun?" She placed her hands on her hips impatiently.

"We only need one room." He put his arm around me.

"Oh! Gottcha! On the road long enough you're bound to get attached to each
other. Fine fine fine, one room. There's a couch in the guest room
anyways!" She started to push forward again until Desmond stopped her with
both hands this time.

"No Celine, we're not just friends." He looked at her tellingly.

"Well damnit Desmond that's why you always wanted to stick it up my butt
eh?" She laughed. "Coulda just said so you two!" She opened a door to her
right and gestured for us to enter. "I'll be..." She glanced at her
watch. "'bout half an hour k?" She winked and closed the door. "Have fun
you two!" She called through the door as the sound of her footsteps faded
down the stairs.

"She's intense." I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around Desmond's mid
section. Resting my head on his chest, we breathed each other in for a few
moments. Safe, alone and nothing to worry about. Not to mention a
spectacular chicken dinner on its way.

"She is..." he ran his fingers through my hair and the kissed gently where
they ran. He squeezed me tight and grunted as I was lifted off the
ground. "You should see her in bed!"

"Mood killer!" I pushed him away and went to find the bathroom, slamming
the door behind me.

"Oh common! It was a joke!" I lashed out with my magick from half way down
the hall, waving my hand frantically. Just next door was the bathroom. I
quietly undressed and got into the shower.

The water was so warm. I dropped my head backwards and just let it race
through my scalp and down my back. It was euphoric so I couldn't help but
smile.

A few moments later, I heard the door open. I sensed it was Desmond. I
kinda figured that he'd be joining me anyways. He opened the curtain slowly
so as not to scare me, but then turned off the shower.

"What are you doing?" He looked at me with an irritated look. Holding up a
jar in one hand that contained a small yellow orb and in the other hand a
sticky note, he thrust the two towards me. The note read: `I'm sorry. Can
you put my voice back?'

I started laughing and slunk down onto the shower floor. He soon joined me
in a reluctant, silent laugh. I opened the jar and put the orb into my
mouth, taunting him. He put one knee on the ground and leaned into the
shower. Pressing his lips to mine, he sucked the orb down his throat. As
his tongue slipped into the orb's place, I reached out with my magick and
turned the hot water on. Desmond jumped slightly but settled, letting the
water douse his clothing.

"I wasn't really mad you know." I whispered in his ear as he kissed my
neck.

"I know... But your foreplay sucks sometimes."

"I'll have to make it up to you..." I pushed him back against the shower
wall. He smirked a little, making it irresistible to keep my hands off of
him. I pulled his shirt off over his head awkwardly. It made a swooshing,
sucking sound as the wet fabric dragged along his skin. Chest, abs, wet
hair, I took it all in, savoring the moment that I hoped we could have more
of uninterrupted.

I attacked his nipples, sucking and biting them while my hands worked on
getting his throbbing dick out of his jeans. Belt buckle off, I kissed him
deeply and unzipped the soaking wet, now heavy jeans. He leaned back and
got comfortable for the BJ I was going to give him.

Lifting his hefty cock from his pants, it snapped upwards and slapped
against his wet abdomen. I grasped it and slid my hand up the long shaft,
hen all the way back down.

"Mmmhmhmm.." He smiled, stroking the back of my head, urging me to go in
for the kill. I teased it with the tip of my tongue, went down and started
licking and sucking the underside. He ran his fingers through my hair. "Ah
that's good. Suck on it T."

Ticking his balls with my tongue, I worked his shaft. Each time that my
hands bumped over the engorged head of his cock, he moaned. He began after
a time to thrust upwards into my mouth, moaning the whole time. His breath
and his thrusts became harder and deeper. "Holy fuck T..." he grunted
through clenched teeth. I moaned too when Desmond grabbed my own dick and
started tugging on it gently.

"Ah fuck this..." He picked me up off of his dick, making a sucking
noise. He then thrust me, rather hard, face first into the shower
wall. "Aww look at that ass... I fucking miss it." He spread my legs and
attacked my hole with a finger. "How it feels... Mmmh!" He leaned over and
licked it. I recoiled and let out a sharp exhale. "Doesn't taste too bad
either." He laughed quietly. I moved my ass towards him, silently begging
him to do me. "Patience." He said and turn the water on hotter.

Droplets began falling onto us that slightly singed my skin. Slightly hot,
but nothing you don't turn it up to after a few hours of dirty
labouring. It felt nice on my skin. Water running down the length off my
thigh, obstructed only by Desmond's wandering hands. His fingers
occasionally found their way inside of my ass, but he seemed to be enjoying
himself just fine with his exploring hands. He squeezed my butt, thighs and
massaged my lower back. His hands fluffing off the gathering water, I found
the whole thing to be incredibly erotic and my breathing matched the
feeling.

"Ah fuck Dizzy, I need it... I need you to fuck me." He laughed playfully.

"Oh I'm going to. But this is my show now magik boy." He pushed two fingers
deep inside me and wiggled them around. I let out a loud gasp that turned
into a whimper. "You fucking love it." He twisted and turned those two
magic fingers around my hole. Pushing in, pulling out, rubbing around until
I couldn't take it anymore and pleaded with him to put them back in. He was
loving this... I was... But the foreplay was just making me want it
harder. That must have been his point.

Getting on his knees, Desmond's fingers continued to plunder my ass and his
tongue took up the job of sucking on my balls from behind me. His other
hand stroked my cock, completing the thorough workout of my loins. I was
getting driven wild, moaning, screaming and rocking my ass back and forth,
fucking his fist and letting his fingers slide deep inside of me. He added
a third.

"Oh fuck Dizzy, please. Please Dizzy fuck me! Oh god!"

"My god you're whiny." I was too enthralled in ecstasy to bother
retorting. The only thing I was concerned about was how he was keeping so
cool? He would have been all over me not too long ago. He pulled my ass
apart with both hands and licked the inside of me a little. "See? Now it's
ready."

I felt the throbbing head of his dick rub between my cheeks. He dragged it
up and over my hole then back down, the whole time stopping me from pushing
backwards in an attempt to get it inside of me. I grunted in lust as he
pushed against my hole before withdrawing it and then repeating. It felt so
good that I began hitting the shower wall in a lustful rage.

"Alright boy..." Desmond said and pushed his thick cock inside of me. "Ah
fuck ya. I love that tight hole." He pulled out and spat a lob of spit onto
his shaft the pushed it back in, this time deeper. He did this a few more
times until his cock was sliding in and out with ease. "Ah ya... You like
that?"

My moans served as an answer to him so he sped up a little. I arched my
back a little more to open up my ass for him. This let his whole shaft slam
into me. I could feel his abdomen and the wet hair of his treasure trail
stick to my wet skin as he pulled out of me. He rode my ass like a champ,
going smooth and constant, moving his hips in a deep circle. "Oh fuck
Dizzy, harder."

"You got it..." He said in a sexy, low tone. His cock began slamming into
me hard enough for me to slam my face into the shower grout a few times. I
got the message and rested my face on it and accepted the rough fucking I
was getting. "You want it harder eh?" He obliged without a reply and he had
me screaming in pleasure. "Ah ya! Take it boy. Fuck T!!"

Harder and harder until my back was practically breaking from the force. I
took his whole cock and felt completely fulfilled by the time I started
shooting my load all over the wall. "Oh ya, bite down on that cock Tim..."
He fucked me faster and just as hard, taking advantage of the orgasm my
body was having. Full body, knees buckling and I had to grab onto his arms
and lean forward into the wall to keep from falling over. He started to
slow.

"Oh fuck no don't stop."

He laughed a little. "You still fucking want this cock huh? Ah you love
it."

"Oh ya I fucking love it!" I pushed back into him until he got the message
that I was serious and he laid into me again with everything he
had. Slapping balls and either the water or the sweat trickling down my
back was so much more sensitive in the moments after my orgasm.

Desmond leaned forward over my back and pumped hard. I could feel his
beautiful abs contracting on my back as he thrust into me. "Ah fuck
T... Goddamnit!" He moaned so loudly that I thought he was going to bring
down the house. His arms grabbed around my chest as he contorted and rammed
me. One intense thrust then another and his load began to empty into my
bowels. Each thrust calmed him down as I felt his streams enter me. He
slowed until he was able to kiss my back sensually, albeit breath and heart
still racing. "Ah fuck I love you." I thought I heard.

He stiffly straightened up, joints and back sliding back into place giving
momentary pain. His limping cock fell out of me and I felt a torrent of
warm liquid run down my leg. He helped me stand up and put my hands over my
head. We kissed for what seemed like forever. He grabbed my face and gazed
longingly at me, his green eyes stared into mine as we kissed each other
gently on the nose, lips and cheeks.

"You're so amazing at that." I laughed, breaking the silence and
seriousness.

"Takes two for me to cum like that." He smiled and kissed me again. "Can
you even stand?" I realized he was holding me up.

"Ya probably." I tried and succeeded despite the watery cum on the floor.

"Well at least you won't be able to sit down." He soaped up a cloth and ran
it across then down my back. "It should be everyone's goal in life to be
able to say `I got fucked so hard this one time that I couldn't sit down
for two days!' Now you can."

"Well..." I trailed off realizing that he might not want to hear that this
hadn't been the first time I'd be fucked so hard I wouldn't be able to sit
down.

"Holy... Literally!" He laughed. His hands had gotten around to washing my
ass. When he felt the crevasse that had been created in it from his cock's
attack, he found it hilarious. I found it a good distraction. No need to
ruin this wonderfully passionate moment with another belt of Desmond's
jealousy to Ironside. Well, and technically my hypocrisy for getting angry
with him for it. No matter!

"Ya, you do tend to stretch me out pretty hardcore most of the time." He
kissed me and handed the cloth to me so I could take over and wash him. I
took particularly longer washing his junk into a nice hardon that I stroked
a few times with a soapy hand.

"Ah, stop that." He turned and jabbed me in the torso with his
hardon. "You're gonna get me all worked up again."

"What's so wrong with that?" I smiled mischievously at him. He gave a cute
smirk then rinsed off and got out of the shower. I did the same.

By the time that I stepped out, he had left with all his wet clothing. As I
dressed, I surveyed the small bathroom. It was all white with little bits
of black grime in the hard to reach places. Cobwebs hung in the corners,
but if you didn't look as hard as I was, you probably would have thought
Celine was quite the neat freak. Everything had a place and was in that
place. The tiny window opened onto the lake, where the ice was beginning to
recede, revealing cold blue water beneath. But this was Lake Ontario; you
just knew there was a three headed catfish out there somewhere. I hung up
my towel and began to walk down the stairs. They creaked with all the
ambiance of an old home, constantly battered by the breeze off the
lake. The floor boards gave way slightly as I stepped onto the main floor
and a loose nail gripped my pant leg.

"Hey T, do you want some tea?" A few seconds later Desmond let out a nerdy
laugh at his own absolutely hilarious joke that he had only then realized
he had made.

"No I think I'm ok." I said ripping my pants off the nail. Following the
sound of Desmond's voice, I found him amongst the twisty hallways of
Celine's home to the kitchen, near the back of the house. A deck opened
onto a wonderful view, the sun low in the sky.

Draped in a towel, Desmond's bare back faced me as I sat down in the wicker
chairs surrounding a round table. "You sure, it's good."

"I don't get how you can just randomly go to someone's house and make
tea. Let alone a witch's." The table had a centerpiece, an ivory angel,
elegantly holding a bouquet of flowers. Each one was intricately carved to
show each petal of the flower. Roses I think.

"Helps when you know what the herbs look like eh?" He sat down with his
steaming cup. An awkward silence. "So that was fun." We both started with a
snorting laugh that turned into a chuckle. The climax was when our eyes
caught each other and there was a deafening silence throughout the house.

Snap back to reality. "It's getting dark, where is Celine?" I
asked. Desmond got up and shrugged. He left the room for a moment and
returned with a large blanket.

"Common." He gestured to the sliding glass doors, the only seemingly new
part to the whole house. He sat down on the wicker couch that faced the
water and covered himself in the blanket. I joined him and wrapped my arms
around his torso, squeezing for a moment then relaxing into his body. My
head rested on his collar bone, his on my head, arm wrapped over my
shoulder.

"Do you think they really know anything about what happened?" I asked after
a long silence.

"To my parents?" His voice trailed off. "I don't know. Must have just been
an excuse to get me to come here."

"But what if?"

"I've searched for the remainder of that nest for years. Talked to
countless hunters... They're either underground or they've been wiped out."

"Don't you want to know for sure?"

"Of course. But the chances are slim. They'd know that I'm looking for
them. They'd know that I can and would kill them. Look, it doesn't
matter. I haven't thought about them for a long time. I don't intend to
start because of some trick." He hugged me closer. I didn't want to
press. Even though it was sort of a cop out answer, if he didn't want to
deal with it, then who was I to tell him that he should go after the things
that killed his parents? I fucked the one who killed mine. Where was he
anyways?

***

Ironside was awoken by the scent of dusk. He'd taken to being nocturnal
since Rabnix was much more active at night and it was difficult to sleep
with a voice inside his head telling him he was worthless. He could feel
the demonic energy growing inside of him as the sun sunk below the
horizon. This was Rabnix's time to shine. Perhaps the daylight was too much
for his fragile demonic soul yet. Concerning himself with Rabnix's dormancy
patterns wasn't really on the top of his list, but none the less he had
little to think about these past few days alone in the woods.

He approached the corpse of a bear which he had killed the night
before. Black bear meat was tough and not at all tasty when uncooked. He
just had the desire for raw meat lately. He'd heard when he
was... free... that eating raw meat did have its benefits if it didn't have
botulism. However, leaving the carcass out during the day did not help his
chances. The flies had been at it. Looked like raccoons too. It was
inedible if he liked his health. Rabnix urged him to take a bitte.

"I'll not eat something that will kill me just to allow you to animate my
corpse." Ironside muttered.

"Oh come now, it will be ever so much fun. Wreathing in pain as the toxins
pass into your blood stream. Slowly taking over your body, infecting each
organ in turn... Do you suppose you'd cough blood?"

"Ugh... Shut up." Burdened with the omnipotent Rabnix made his life
irritatingly disruptive. Those few weeks of silence after Timothy had
banished the demons bound to his soul were blissful.

"Bliss is not for people like you. Look what you've done."
Images... Memories of the faces of all the people he had killed. Bloodied
and in a look of pure terror, he grasped his head and tried to think of
something else. Anything. He was hungry. "Oooh let me kill something!"
Rabnix gave off a feeling of joy at the mention.

"Shut up!" He drew his sword.

"What are you going to do? Drive it through your heart? I'll pull it back
out once you're dead." His laugh echoed through Ironside's mind painfully.

But then a real laugh shook the branches of the black spruce trees that
encircled him. Instinct told him to duck into a stealthier stance. Light on
his feet, he ran towards the sound of the laughter, barely touching the
ground with the aid of Rabnix. A light through the gnarled branches and
bits of old man's beard got his attention. Clinging to a particularly thick
tree, Ironside watched the campfire. Its heat altered the air about it,
shrouding the shadows of three men in a smoky distortion.

"Hunters." He muttered. The real kind, not the demon hunting kind. With the
spring melt happening, the bears and other hibernating creatures were
awakening, the only reason he was able to kill the one he did. His stomach
grumbled at the scent of the fish they were cooking.

"Kill them! Kill them!!" Rabnix screamed in his head.

Ironside let himself fall to the ground. He tucked his sword behind the
tree he fell from and stumbled towards the men. Maybe they had enough food
for him to partake.

"H-hello?" He fake stumbled.

The hunters grabbed their guns... Humans and their guns, safety at the end
of a barrel...

"Who's there?!" One of them shouted.

Ironside tripped down the hill and rolled just close enough to their fire
to make it seem natural. He grunted and pulled himself to his
knees. "Please, can you help me?"

"Well holy shit boy." An older, grey haired man put his rifle down first
and rushed to help him to his feet. His grey hair held his wisdom and
knowledge of the woods and the animals he hunted within. "Commere and help
me!" He shouted to the other two bewildered men, much younger than he was.

"What happened to you?" One of them asked as they helped him over to the
fire. Ironside sat down in a huff, taking in a deep breath to show he had
been through a lot. Granted his clothing was slightly tattered from life in
the bush and slaying the bear the other night, so he didn't need to try
hard. A normal man might be in a significant amount of pain.

"I..." Well he hadn't anticipated this question. "I got lost a few days
back."

"What were you on a trip or somethin?" The older of the two men asked.

"Something like that."

"You're dressed awfully flashy for hikin out here in the woods." The grey
haird man said.

"I don't like the woods too much. They're too quiet." Ironside looked into
his hands.

"Well I'm Bill. That's my son Harvey" he gestured to the eldest man. "and
that there is his best friend Carter. We're out here on a huntin trip."
Bill seemed to have an inability to pronounce the `g' in words. Ironside
found this irritating.

"Well the forest can be a little harsh, as I think you've seen, to people
who don't like it." Carter laughed and sat down beside Ironside, offering
him a can of beer.

"Seems to know, you know?" Billy smiled, a tooth missing.

"I can imagine." Ironside found it difficult to communicate with other
people. How long since he'd done it? Seemed ages... His Master hadn't let
him drink or socialize. Could he get use to this? Maybe if Carter would let
him... No, he was obviously Harvey's property if anyone's. Why does
everything include what he cannot have? But maybe they were just
friends... Ironside wanted that too.

"Not much of a talker eh?" Billy got up to turn the fish over in the small
frying pan. "Not much to talk `boot I guess. Not much food for four
either."

"I'm alright Dad." Harvey said. "I'm just going to go take a look around."

"I'll come." Carter jumped up and followed Harvey into the shadows.

"He's not much of a talker either." Bill nodded after his son. "Inseparable
since grade school though those two. Harvey's a good kid, loves these trips
as much as he won't say it to yer face."

"You do this often?" Ironside looked to Bill. A bead of sweat rolled down
from his brow as he sat back from the fire. It disappeared into his grey
bread, never to be seen again.

"Every spring we do, ya. Since `e was about 10. The miss and daughter take
the time to do their bondin too." He took a sip of his can of beer and
placed it back down on the ground before continuing. "Carter there started
comin with us a few years back."

"What do you hunt out here?" Ironside couldn't take his eyes off the man's
beard. He kept expecting the sweat to make its way through the thick
hair. Alas, it did not. His vision trailed down to the man's neck. There
was a smudge of coal on it, presumably from a past fire. His jugular beat
regularly, forcing the smudge out then back in at an increasing rhythm.

"Mostly deer." He gulped. The smudge bulged out then sunk back into his
skin. The fire flickered off the dry skin of his neck, dancing among the
grey hair. It was mesmerizing. "But we have managed to kill a bear or two
through the years." There is was! Or... another bead of sweat. The man was
hesitant now about letting this stranger into his camp and having his boys
leave him. "Harvey! Cart! Come get some fish!" He stood up and began making
busy work with some dishes to avoid feeling awkward around Ironside. "Say,
you never mentioned your name."

"Didn't I?" The man jumped as Ironside was suddenly behind him, close
enough to be more than uncomfortable.

"Jesus! Don't scare an old man like that!" His neck pulsed all the more
rapidly now that he was within an unsafe distance to the old man. He wasn't
so old. What his age gave to his looks it didn't take from his stature. He
was a strong man, a `tank' if you will. "Now watch out, I've got to cut up
this fish." He showed little fear, though Ironside could feel it.

"Hey Dad. You ok?" Harvey and Carter appeared from the trees, each holding
a rifle.

"Ya, I was callin ya for some fish. It's ready you know." Bill spat at the
boys, obviously annoyed.

"Well sorry, we didn't hear you." Carter offered.

"Doesn't matter, here you go." Bill thrust a plate full of mangled fish
meat at Carter. "You don't want any?"

Harvey shook his head. "For the guest." Bill huffed a little. His neck had
slowed its pulsing for the moment as his son and friend were there. Safety
in numbers or something like that. "What's your name there bud?"

"Ironside."

"First or last?" Harvey sat down next to Carter in a relaxed manner.

"Both I suppose." He took a bite of the fish and spat it out.

"Well that's fuckin rude there boy." Bill scolded.

"I'm sorry, it's just... hot." He lied. It was too well done. It was
too... fishy.

"Oh don't be such a wimp!"

"Dad, that's not nice."

"Well it's enough that he comes in here askin for help then spits it back
at us. Actin all creepy when you two were off doin whatever you do!" His
neck raced even more than before. Maybe he did know, or at least had his
suspicions about their activities.

"You mean fuck?" Ironside said with a bit of a laugh. The three looked at
him. Colour drained from Harvey and Carter's faces. "Maybe not enough
time. Did you just suck his penis then?"

"I-uhmm..." Carter mumbled.

"Shut the fuck up. You don't know what you're talking about." Harvey stood
up, his stance threatening and the rifle didn't help. Bill grabbed his too,
but aimed it at Carter.

"Are you the reason my boy isn't married?!" Ironside found the entire
situation rather amusing. A mere suggestion set off this bomb shell? His
powers of persuasion were great, or his powers of inference were greater.

"Dad don't!" The gun turned to his father. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Same with you boy!" Bill shouted. The vein in his head this time was the
one that was pumping. Ironside opened his mouth slightly and moved his jaw
playfully back and forth. His canines gently brushed his lip as they
moved. Highly entertaining situation...

"Dad, we're friends. Nothing more. I promise. You know that I've been
dating a girl back home."

"That I've never met! Two months and you don't bring the bitch to meet your
family?!"

"We're not ready for that yet. And look at yourself, you're insane, why
would I bring someone home to you?"

"Might I point out," Ironside mentioned, "Harvey did not defend his female
friend's honour when you called her a bitch."

"You shut the fuck up!" Bill turned his gun to Ironside and pulled the
trigger. They say that you never hear the bullet that kills you. It's
because a bullet that's been fired moves faster than the sound wave that
follows it. But of course the assumption is that this bullet kills you
instantly, perhaps in the head. This is precisely where Bill's bullet hit
Ironside with impossible accuracy. Perhaps Rabnix helped guide the bullet
just a little.