`These are my SUICIDAL tendencies

[WICKED]

TAGGED: Gee and Yaya


There has always been a rebellious, or just plain stupid some would argue, streak in me to test my boundaries. Growing up it was mostly just harmless stud that any teen would do to test how far they could press their limits before getting into trouble. Growing up and maturing, some would argue I have yet to mature into any sort of being a sensible adult, hasn’t quelled the desire to wreak havoc on anyone or anything I can get my hands on. If anything I have gotten worse. I know my limits, I know the power I wield as a dominant werewolf, but I thoroughly enjoy testing the limits of those around me. I don’t know what they can handle and until I test those waters I greatly enjoy doing what I do best.

Hunters are the greatest toy of all. It is so fun to watch them get so angry and flustered when they come across werewolf who just won’t roll over and die. I do have the knowledge and tact to make them suffer as they have made the werewolves over all these years but it is really not worth my effort. I’m not like Truth with his little pet Hunter. I don’t want to go around infecting hunters just to get back at them. I still feel Truth has brought too much attention to us by doing it so publically and allowing himself to be tied to the act. But I could tell while he was still in the planning stage that he would not be swayed from the task so me being a good brother I followed along no matter how stupid I thought it was to do. I was not one to talk though, I have done enough stupid shit in my life and I was about to add one more thing to that list tonight.

There has been a rumor floating around that there is a bar that was kept rather hush hush, not because it a locals only hang out, but because it is a hunters only hang out. Yep. I really am stupid enough to go waltzing into a hunters only bar to have a beet and see what else may ensue. I was bound and determined to go and check this place out and I wasn’t about to let Truth stop me and try to talk some reason into me like he usually tries. So when I left I just told him ‘I’m going out.’ No doubt it wouldn’t take him long to figure out my car was still sitting in the drive way and me nowhere to be found, always a good indication I was off doing something incredibly stupid and no doubt life threatening. However I did feel a slight bout of sympathy for my brother, only slight, for having to put up with me when I’m these sorts of moods. I pulled a business car for the bar in question and left it under the windshield wiper on the driver’s side. I no longer needed that little card, every detail of the small card was etched into my brain from the hours I’ve spent staring at it in near obsession trying to work out in my mind if I really wanted to go to this place since it could very well be the very last thing I do. I could only come up with why I wanted to go. My possible death didn’t mean anything to me; all I could focus on was raising hell for the hunters. The only sane thought I’ve had this evening was to leave the business card for Truth to find if he wanted to save my sorry ass.

I walked quietly toward the town. Yes normally I would have taken my car but I had a feeling that if I walked away from tonight it was going to be on four legs, not two and I wasn’t about to leave my car in a place where it could be trashed. I didn’t mind the walk though. The air was brisk but the night sky was clear with only the big slice of the moon in her largest just past the full moon where her sway was at it’s peak.

The walk gave me time to be alone with my thoughts, even if I have had plenty of time with my thoughts lately. The past couple weeks, ever since I had heard about this bar, I have been distant from Truth. That lone was a rarity, we could be separated or see little of each other but not often has either one of us distanced ourselves from the other emotionally. Even more rarely I basically closed Truth from my life. I spoke to him when spoken to but my words were always cold and void of… everything. I avoided his presence. His presence was distracting to me, he was too familiar to me. Our wolves were near one in the same so mine almost always reacted to him in one way or another which in itself it annoying and distracting. Turth was always there for me, stead fast like an unmovable force of nature. Calmness to my chaos. He grounded me where I brought out some reckless nature out from him. It was most annoying when I was in moods like this. His very nature went against what I was trying to accomplish in my rash stupidity.

I found myself standing across the street from the address that had been printed on that little business card. My hands were shoved in the pockets of my jeans, my shoulders a little rounded, and my brows furrowed together causing a slight crease between them. It was just a plain tan building with a very original sign that just said “Bar” above the door. There was nothing intriguing about it. But that I suppose was the whole point of it, to keep it on the down low instead of attracting attention to the place if it was supposed to be some kind of secret club for the Hunters.

I took a deep breath and had a passing thought of “here goes nothing” before pushing away from the side walk and stepping into the street to cross it, my hands were removed out of my pockets as I moved. Normally I kept the vast amount of metaphysical power of my wolf under lock and key unless it was needed but there was no point in even pretending that I wasn’t a werewolf where I was going. I’m quite sure that they already knew that there was a werewolf within a mile of their club. I was here for a party anyways. I released that little muscle within me that kept everything away, I felt that internal brush of fur as my wolf rose up just below the surface of my flesh, my power washing around me causing an almost wind effect without disturbing a single thing.

I pushed through the door without a moment’s hesitation; there was no room for that tonight, not here. It took a moment for my green eyes to become accustomed to the slightly dark and smokey atmosphere within the small bar. I was instantly greeted with mixed expressions of shock, utter disbelief, and total outrage. Each and every reaction caused the corners of my lips to inch up into my most good ole boy grin. It was pure smart ass instinct that caused my right hand to raise up and salute the Hunters within the room and way with a thickly amused tone, ”at ease gentleman.” A low chuckle rumbled deep within my chest, almost resembling a growl with its low tenor. Boots scraped across the worn floor as I crossed to the bar counter, hyper aware of every single set of eyes on me. I was impressed that I haven’t been shot at yet, I think they were still trying to overcome the shock of a werewolf having the balls to waltz right into their domain. I settled myself down on a bar stool, propping my elbow up on the edge of the counter and my chin resting in my palm. Green eyes were trained on the bar tender who stared at me with his lips parted in shock, my back may have been turned to the main part of the room but I could feel every movement that the Hunters made, I’d know if someone made a move toward me. ”I’ll take one of the house special please,” I said to the bar tender who jumped out of his daze with a sharp jolt.

[NIKA ADALI VOLKOLV]

Nika loved the nights like tonight, where the moon was at her brightest but where her clan could for the most part control and help themselves it was the most independent time for Nika and right now what she wanted was to be free to roam on her own without having to fight for territory or even pride. She was sure there were still those rogues out there looking to raise some hell but Nika could always use some extra fun if the night wanted to drag on but so far in the crisp clean air of night, everything was going smoothly. The Russian woman had spent the earlier hours of the night going through the woods and the lakes in wolf form, gladly letting her inner form rove free away from her pack and from anywhere where humans or hunters may lay.

As much as Nika detested hunters and even though she'd taken out her fair share of them, she wasn't exactly the type to go out on a rampage against them or even go looking for them, though most times they seemed to find her without trying after all it wasn't as though Nika was hiding from anybody but she preferred to live her life and let them live theirs... So long as they stayed away and didn't try to pose a threat in her presence.

Then there were the measly, feeble minded humans with no knowledge about the things that went bump in the night, with no desires to get themselves caught up in the blood bath that was an ongoing war between hunters and werewolves. Nika both pities and envied those humans, they were blind to the world around them in a way that no wolf was allowed, even the ones that tried to make their humble means. Some trying to blend in with humans, to deny their true selves only to find themselves on the losing end of a blade or bullet. It's why Nika couldn't say she was ever sorry to have killed a hunter because she knew that there was not one hunter out there that had bothered to get to know the "monster" they were killing.

Nika just didn't want to carry that sort of chip on her hsoulder though, to want a vengeance for all of the fallen werewolves that died at the hand of hunters simply doing a job, it was an obsession that would drive her mad, a game she'd lose and a job that wasn't hers to accomplish. Nika had seen what that sort of hate did and it was hard enough to keep in good graces with her pack as of late why give herself the added grudge of trying to take out a species that reproduced and recreated like cockroaches?

As it was though, the woods she was currently weaving through were quiet, Nika had long ago reigned in her wolf, though the woman could tell it was none too pleased to be back under lock and key, if Nika needed to unleash she would, then again these were her favorite pair of jeans so maybe not... Her wolf complied though and laid back, that is until the sound of heavy footsteps cut through the silence of the otherwise calm night. It was nothing any normal ear could hear but it did set her on a slight edge and she could feel the wolf in her tense as if getting ready for her call but Nika wasn't prone to calling her wolf out to fight her battles, it was probably why when she could come out, her wolf made sure to make it worthwhile.

Nika did follow the footsteps though from the camouflage of the forest, her ears picking up on each step on the road just on the other end of the forest. The woman wasn't close enough to get a look through the thick brush of the forest but there was a scent that burned itself into her nostrils. It was distinctly wolf and distinctly familiar and the woman couldn't help but to smirk as she followed the wolf, still shrouded from his sight, at least until the woods came to an end but by the time she was out, the woman could see that Wicked's attention was set on something else entirely and that was fairly dangerous for the man, and not just because it could have easily given Nika the chance to pull him back into the woods to have her "wicked" ways with him. It made Nika's smile darken into something slightly more lascivious but it was a short lived feeling because apparently not having sensed her Wicked continued into a run down looking building leaving the woman perplexed as she walked out of her hiding spot.

Bar. That was obvious enough, as if any one would want to set place in that place for anything other then a good strong drink, but what brought Wicked there? She couldn't see much going on out there, aside from a small group of men huddled together underneath a street light the tell tale signs of cigarette smoke escaping their circle, and had it not been for the way they notably tensed and cut their conversation when they saw Wicked make his way into the grimy bar Nika would have thought nothing of them but there was something in the way they all turned to look at each other, their anger flaring even from her masked distance amongst the shadows told Nika this was no regular bar.

Wicked wouldn't be that stupid though would he?

Oh hell, what male with an ego wasn't? Nika couldn't believe that though, not even the best alpha would be stupid enough to head straight into a hunter hangout spot, that was just asking to die, not even asking, it was begging and wishing for death, a slow one at that. It would be best for Nika to get out of here quick, forget she ever knew the rogue and move on with her life, but who was Wicked to have all the fun? The Russian native waited until the men followed Wicked into the bar, making sure there was no one else before she herself followed in the footsteps of the suicidal wolf before her, Nika allowed herself to get her nerves in line because she didn't care who you were if you walked straight into the line's den without at least some thoughts of never coming back out, then obviously you didn't deserve to make it through.

Her wolf though, her wolf was pacing and Nika didn't want to let her loose, that would mean sure death, and that was more blood on her hands then Nika cared to live with, no matter how many of her own she'd save. This was the natural pecking order for them, hunters and werewolves alike, like it or not controlled one another from growing to dominant, for every wolf there were ten hunters and for every death of a hunter a new wolf was born, it kept balance, it kept things interesting and it was just what worked, at least for Nika but again the only people Nika picked fights with, were the ones she knew would put up a challenge, and she had never really found it quite fun after she got a hunter away from his weapon.

Regardless Nika let in a single calming breath while she stood at the door in hopes of calming her wolf, it only for a moment at least, until she got far enough in to hopefully get her and Wicked out in one piece because regardless of who he was no one really deserved to have their death made a mockery of.

The tension could be cut with a knife and when the dark haired woman walked in it was easy to tell that she didn't belong despite what the dark leather jacket and tight laced combat boots said, Nika could only smirk at the fact that the only body in the room not to turn around and face her was the only body she was really concerned about.

"Well isn't this every girl's dream." The woman's accent hung heavily to every word as she sent one of the of the hunters close to her a playful wink, though he seemed like he would have much rather ripped her throat out but the woman didn't let that stop her as she continued deeper into the fire towards the bar, catching the last of what Wicked said and added.

"Make mine a double." Before taking a seat on the barstool beside his, her back to the bartender instead staring every pair of eyes straight in the face and there was the tell tale pacing of her wolf begging to be let out, begging to play and Nika just didn't want to get into that kind of play tonight, not with Wicked in her sights. "Make his a triple." The woman couldn't help but to smirk at the wolf beside her.

"Need to make sure you're good and vulnerable for me." Because despite the situation, the woman figured a lightening in the mood was in order, stat.