Baser Urges

Jason was hungry and, as I’ve learned, I need to eat a lot more than my usual unless I want to lose control or start draining Damian again. If I am careful about food, I am able to feed the ardeur only from a distance and I can avoid having sex with anyone that’s there.

To the guys’ disappointment, it made most of them obsolete in the bedroom. Well, not all of them were disappointed. I was still sleeping with Jean-Claude and Asher. Still a little more than my moral upbringing could handle but I could not give either of them up.

See working on the sluttiness.

Nathaniel suggested we grab a bite at the closest McDonald’s. He’s collecting the happy meal toys. As we are walking to the car, a flash of movement catches the corner of my eye. Instinctively, I go for my gun but stop myself before drawing. Turning towards the movement, I feel my face flush with color as I realize the movement was an armadillo.

Me paranoid?

Maybe, but better paranoid than dead. I’ve learned that it’s better to go for the gun first and ask questions after it’s been drawn. We stop at McDonald’s on the way home and I can’t seem to stop smiling because Nathaniel’s eyes are glowing. He got a Hot Wheel in his Happy Meal, and since he’s not a small child he has to get more than one so he ended up with the whole set.

Now I understand why they call it a Happy Meal, I couldn’t wait to get home to watch him play with his new toys. Ever since Micah and the rest of the pard moved out of my house, he has had a hard time adjusting. Seeing him smile over cheap little toys gives me a sense of relief that I didn’t screw up again. I had offered for Nathaniel to stay with me, not only because he’s part of my triumvirate, but also because I was not sure that I was ready to live without him. I was very glad that he decided to remain. Micah always told me that he would do anything to be with me. Turns out he was wrong.

Lately he’d become possessive and jealous and I receive enough of that shit from Richard. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t choose the ardeur, and though I have to put up with Richard’s shit because he’s the third of my triumvirate with Jean-Claude, I will not put up with a second whiny bitch.

Harsh but true.

Pulling into my driveway, we pile out laughing about the shadow cast from Rocky Horror. Upon reaching to unlock my front door, I notice a piece of paper folded and taped to my attention. Tearing it off I quickly read its contents and feel the blood leave my face.

Anita- I have come to hunt with you or to hunt you. The choice is yours. I will contact you later for your decision.

Nathaniel’s beguiling lavender eyes dim as he sees the expression on my face.

“What’s wrong, Anita? What does it say?” Jason, reaches for the note and I give him a warning look,

“Don’t.” He takes a step back and says, “I’m sorry, Anita, but we’re just worried about you.”

I give them a reassuring smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes, “I don’t want to talk about it now, we’ll discuss it in the morning. Let’s eat.”

Nathaniel, the only one I can count on to do what I say, takes the key from me and opens the front door. Surprisingly, Jason doesn’t argue and he just follows Nathaniel into the kitchen. They eat and, on their way to bed, Nathaniel asks “Are you coming to bed, Anita?”

I nod. “In a minute. Go on.”

He reluctantly turns away from me and walks into my room. As soon as the door closes I grab my cell and walk outside. Quickly dialing a number I know by heart, I wait for the beep. At the tone I say two words. “Olaf’s back.”