Weekend Write'thon: Show 'Em If You've Got 'Em Post
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And that means it's time for all you surviving weekend warriors to share the fruits of your madness. It doesn't matter whether what you have is a finished piece or three hasty sentences--show us what you have! You never know when a slim beginning may lead to a tidy masterpiece. Take this chance to hook a beta reader or ( Read more... )
And that means it's time for all you surviving weekend warriors to share the fruits of your madness. It doesn't matter whether what you have is a finished piece or three hasty sentences--show us what you have! You never know when a slim beginning may lead to a tidy masterpiece. Take this chance to hook a beta reader or ( Read more... )
Fashionable layering could hide a multitude of sins-or bloodstains. Which is why Kris was regretting having walked out the door that morning in only jeans and a t-shirt.
Kris slumped against an alley dumpster, grit and god-knows-what stained his ripped shirt and the chill of cold metal seeped into his back. He pressed one shaky hand to the scratches on his hip. They weren’t too deep, but they stung and his jeans were only aggravating the wounds. It didn’t feel like the worst of his injuries though; dark bruises mottled his arms, wrapped around his wrists and made his hands numb. Blood soaked the thin fabric just below his collarbones and Kris couldn’t see, but he was sure his neck didn’t look any better-in fact, it probably looked worse.
Damn vampires. Kris had never had a problem with them until now. Until Adam, his brain supplied.
Adam. He should call Adam. Did the vamp take his cell? Were the paparazzi still camped out across the coffee shop?
Kris found his phone untouched in his front pocket. It was just about impossible to operate with nerveless fingers, but he eventually got the main house on the line.
“Lambert Pack House,” growled a disembodied voice. Kris recognized it.
“Monte,” Kris rasped, “I kind of need some help.”
Adam showed up ten minutes later.
“I don’t even want to know how many traffic laws you just broke,” Kris said when Adam appeared around the side of the dumpster he was propped against.
“Not nearly enough,” Adam snarled. He wasted no time in kneeling by Kris’ side and suddenly his hands were everywhere all at once. Kris bit his tongue to keep from flinching, but when Adam palmed his hip Kris couldn’t stop the high, choked breath that escaped his lungs.
Adam’s eyes melted into an eerie, electric blue. He lifted the edge of Kris’ battered shirt and stared hard at the marks that trailed down below the waistband of Kris’ jeans.
Kris wasn’t all that surprised when Adam slammed his fist into the cement wall.
“Adam,” Tommy was smart enough to stay out of sight, “We chased the paparazzi off, but we’ve got to go now.”
Chunks of cement and a small cloud of dust fell to the ground as Adam shook his hand out. He clenched his teeth together so hard that Kris worried for his molars. His eyes glowed in the dull, fading sunlight, his nails were becoming distinctly claw-like by the second and his hair was longer, shaggier (wilder) than Kris remembered from that morning. Adam’s absolute control over his wolf was legendary-Kris knew, Kris could see, how close to the edge Adam was. There wasn’t a lot of distance between the edge and the wolf for Adam.
It took more effort than Kris cared to think about to uncurl from the dumpster and draw Adam into his arms.
“Adam. Adam, I’m fine. You’re here. I’m safe, Adam,” Kris couldn’t have stopped the sob from escaping if his life had depended on it, “I’m safe-you’re here.”
And just like that, the muscles beneath Kris’ weak hands lost their tension.
“Can you walk?” Adam tucked Kris’ face in against his shoulder. Was he shaking? “Kris.”
No, Adam wasn’t shaking, Kris was.
“I don’t think so,” said Kris. It hurt to keep his arms up around Adam’s neck, but he couldn’t make himself let go. “My ankle’s sprained. Or broken. Probably just sprained. I hope.”
Now Adam was shaking, too. Kris was sure his shaking was from anger though, not pain. If he pressed his ear to Adam’s chest he could even hear the vibrations of a steady growl just waiting to be released.
“Tommy.” Adam didn’t have to raise his voice-Kris could see Tommy already several paces away, waiting. “Bring the car in closer, scatter the humans, call Doctor Desai. I’m taking Kris to the hospital-I want Anoop there.”
“I don’t need the hos-” Adam didn’t tell Kris to shut up, but the glaring conveyed his thoughts quite well.
“Right, so. Car, humans, doctor.” Tommy eyed Kris’s vivid bruises and Adam’s increasingly wild look. “I’ll arrange separate transportation for the rest of us.”
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