How to Love {Gabe}

[VANYA CHEYENNE AIRION]

I padded into the kitchen, having decided I was starving. My long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. Even up, it managed to reach my lower back. I was in a pair of ripped up jeans and a tank top, amber brown eyes taking in the kitchen. It was empty, which was nice. I was in the mood to cook something from myself, but didn't really feel like sharing. It was late at night, but that wasn't much of a guarantee that it would be empty. We got hungry at the weirdest times. I was hungry a lot, and despite my slender build could eat loads of food.

I started pulling food out, getting together what I wanted to make. Delight flowed through me as I noted that there was bacon, and I started frying it up, despite knowing that it would draw everyone to my late night snack. I was humming softly to myself as I cooked, eyes warm and relaxed for the first time in quite awhile. I had discovered this pack much by chance. After my father's death I had started running, never looking back. I had come all the way from Canada, before being rescued from an attack by some rouges I had accidentally run into. My rescuers had brought me here to recover, and I hadn't left since. I kept mostly to myself, content to be a shadow in the night that no one ever sees or pays attention to. It was safer that way. No one could track me down if no one knew where I was. The only regret I had was not knowing the fate of my mother. She was out there, somewhere, or she was dead. She was strong, but my father's death had shaken her deeply. She had turned from me, unsurprisingly. I had always been closest to my father.

I started munching on the bacon, thrilled with it. Bacon was one of my absolute favorite foods. I sighed softly, lost in thought and memories. It would be a little too easy for someone to sneak up on me now. But, honestly, I felt fairly safe here. The killers, they wouldn't make it into here. Thus, I could relax a bit...

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[GABRIEL ISAAC BELDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #504f4f; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #742323 solid; border-bottom: 10px #742323 solid;] And take me away and make it ok... I swear I'll behave Words: 865 || Tagged: Vanya Airion || Status: Complete Through the woods, weaving, bobbing, moving with liquid grace that only game with the lycanthrope and knowing these woods better than any other creature. I knew where every fallen log, broken twig, stream, and bed of wild flowers rested. This was my home; I was the king of these woods. Large black paws fell with near silence with each stride, only a soft thump and a whisper of fallen leaves rustling as I moved above them. My breathing was steady, flowing in and out with each stride. Eyes brighter gold than anything natural of this world flickered though the trees, looking for anything that was out of place, anything that warned me that there were trespassers upon Vokul land. Yes we did have cameras for this sort of thing but they can’t pick up everything, they can’t pick up smells in the very few dead spots there are. No, every night I had to take a run around the boarders. It wasn’t just for exercise but to double check our perimeter. Satisfaction. It blossomed through me, warming me from the core like I was basking in sunlight, even in this darkness of night. I was pleased that there wasn’t any infiltration. I slowed to an easy trot, my breathing a little quicker from running several miles at a near break neck pace. My tongue lulled from parted jaws. Ears flickered slowly atop my head, still on alert for anything that shouldn’t be. My long easy pace carried me through the woods, a familiar path that I often took to the back entrance of the Vokul manor. It took nearly twenty minutes at the easy gate to break though the line of trees to the back yard of the manor, even still there were several acres of rolling expanse of open fields that was our lawn. At this point I slowed to a walk; I was nearing our home and was in no hurry so I took up an even more leisurely pace. My breathing was once again returning to my normal calm, running so many miles every night did have its benefits. I stayed as a wolf as I climbed up the back steps of the deck. My ears flickered back against my head and a soft whine bubbled in my throat when I noticed a gust of wind had blown the back door shut even though I had left it propped open. I lifted a front leg and used a paw to press down on the handle, I knew it was a good investment to have the kind of door knobs that even as a wolf we could open, and not those round ones that needed the use of thumbs. As soon as the mechanics inside the door clicked over and the door started to swing open I nudged my muzzle between the door and door frame so it wouldn’t swing closed again. Finally the door was open and I made my way inside. Claws clicked against the hardwood floors as I walked through the hall. Muscles shivered a little as I pulled my wolf down, pulling him deep inside me, putting him into that little box somewhere in me that allowed my human form to come to the surface once more. One of the pleasures of having vast amounts of powers is the near painless shift I had; there were just a few pops, a couple shudders, and that was it. Now bare feet padded quietly across the wooden floors instead of heavy paws. I walked through the house stark naked, completely unabashed about my nudity. The smell of cooking bacon drew me to the kitchen even though I should be getting into the shower and finding some clothes instead. Upon entering the kitchen I saw Vanya nibbling on freshly cooked bacon. The smell of it made my stomach churn and grumble in protest of its emptiness; my powers do have their limits, I still need to eat often and a lot. I walked up to Vanya, grinning like the Cheshire cat. I snatched the piece of bacon out of her hand along with another piece and carried on my way up to my room, nibbling at them as I went. “Thanks!” I called over my shoulder to her as I exited the kitchen, chuckling quietly to myself. The trip to my bedroom was a quick one. I took a brief shower to clean away the sweat and grime from running out in the woods. I then pulled on a pair of black gym shorts and a white v-neck tee shirt, comfortable clothes to just kick back and relax for the night around the house. Once I was clean and clothed I made my way back down stairs and to the kitchen, my growling stomach couldn’t be ignored. Not if I didn’t want bad things to happen. I walked into the kitchen, a smirk twisting at the corners of my lips. I made myself comfortable at one of the island stools, leaning forward on the counter, my chin resting in the palm of my hand. ”So, it’s your turn. What are you making me for dinner?” I asked, my tone light with amusement. [/style] I've got the moves like Jagger

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I was contentedly munching on my bacon when all of a sudden my bacon was not in my hands anymore. I glanced up to see Gabe grabbing another piece and sauntering out. I just sat there in almost shock, amusement flickering in my eyes. I smiled slightly before getting up off the chair, heading to the fridge to grab more food. I knew that the amount I had out wasn’t nearly enough for both of us, especially with the way he ate. I stuck a pan of water on the stove to make it boil as I pulled cheese and macaroni noodles out.

I paused when Gabe reappeared to sit on the chair I had inhabited earlier, smiling and shaking my head. “Seat thief,” I said with a laugh. I sent a slight grin back at him when he asked what I was making.”Guess,” I said, amusement warming my eyes up. I piled food on the counter and went to work, movements fluid and graceful despite the speed I was chopping things with. Smirking slightly, I presented Gabe with a few more sliced of bacon, before sashaying back to the salad I had been preparing. I tossed the noodles in now that the water was boiling, continuing to hum and pretend I wasn’t truly aware of his presence. It was more fun that way.

Honestly though, I think Gabe was really one of the only ones around here I really trusted, and the only reason I had stuck around, instead of continuing running. As long as he was in charge, I felt I would be safe. And honestly, it was nice to be able to relax a bit. Even before my father had died, things had been twitchy. We knew there were hunters nearby, yet we didn’t leave. It was our ancestral home, how could we think about leaving? But now I was gone, the last of my fathers line, far, far away from the Canadian province my ancestors had ran wild on for centuries.

I glanced up, looking at him with a slight smile, before refocusing on what I was doing. Despite his weirdness, he was amazing, as both just a wolf, and an alpha. For now, he was well worth staying for, and I had the trust that he wouldn’t let them get to me, or any of his pack for that matter. Because if the hunters got close to me, they wouldn’t just stop at me, it would be a free for all. And he would never let that stand.

My thoughts slowly wandered back to my past, like they were prone to do, and the warmth faded out of my eyes. In a way, I longed for the freedom I had once had. But I didn’t feel it was the best to give away the strength I had. I loved my shift, and I loved to run as one with my wolf side. But it had been ages since I had last been able to freely. The last time, well, the last time I had shifted willingly was when I was running for my life. Even with their cars and toys they couldn’t keep up with me, and I had run… and continued running until those rouges had found me. I had shifted out when I had noticed I wasn’t alone, still not wanting anyone to know about that secret. My father had said it was the mark of an alpha… but I wasn’t an alpha. How could I be an alpha with no pack? And besides… it would probably just make me a target, with a giant bulls eye stuck on my back. But oh… to be able to run again…

I sighed, shaking my head and pulling myself out of my thoughts, eying the slightly mangled salad in front of me, before giggling slightly. I didn’t know how I had never cut my hand off when I got lost in dark thoughts, the food around me always ended up super mangled when my thoughts turned dark. I carefully slipped the mask back into place before turning back to the boiling noodles, trying to look like I didn’t have a care in the world. Because… he had too much to worry about already with out adding my brooding to it…




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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #504f4f; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #742323 solid; border-bottom: 10px #742323 solid;] And take me away and make it ok... I swear I'll behave Words: 1,002 || Tagged: Vanya Airion || Status: Complete I made a face and childishly stuck my tongue out at her when she called me a seat thief. ”Shall I remind you that I own this seat to begin with?” I said with a playful challenge, a single brow arching upward. I quickly glanced at the ingredients that she had gathered thus far, a contented moan rumbled in my throat, a clear sound of approval. “Mac n’ cheese, good choice.” There is the all too used saying that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, this much is true. It must be true tenfold if said main was a lycanthrope. We werewolves have a higher metabolism so we need to eat more in quantity, in frequency, and so on. I seem to have a near endless appetite. I have theories about them, but I don’t know strong enough werewolves that I’m on speaking terms to consult notes on. I’ve never told anyone but I’ve noticed some subtle differences between me and other werewolves. I mean on the grounds that I’m a born lycanthrope; this affliction was bred into my genetics. I wasn’t infected, I wasn’t cursed, I wasn’t attacked. I am what I am. I have seen, though this is somewhat common knowledge within the lycanthrope community, I have stronger powers. In general I’m one of the few that is a dominant against near any werewolf I come across. I can put off shifting during the full moon nearly until I choose to. The longer I wait the more painful it become and the more wolf like qualities and behaviors come out. The longest I was able to put it off was a little after midnight. It seems that I’m not able to keep it up once the moon is at her height; it also caused my one and only painful shift, painful enough that I won’t be attempting that ever again. Back to my ravenous appetite, I have a theory that it is because I am a born lycanthrope and have a more potent energy and power that consumes my energy reserves quicker so I need to replenish them more frequently. As I said though, this was all theory, I have no way of finding out if this was just me being a bit of a freak even among the werewolves or something unique to wolf borns. A comfortable silence enveloped the kitchen as dark eyes followed every moment she made, contently eating the bacon she had handed me. With Vanya I never felt the need to fill every moment with idle chatter. I was just content to be in the same proximity as her, that was enough for me. I could cook and cook well, but the efficiency that she was able to do it in still baffled me, it was something I’d never be able to master. If just anyone was sitting here doing a little Vanya watching they may not have picked up the subtle changes. For one the now mangled lettuce. She was one of my wolves though, no matter how much she called to the human part of me, if there is a human part that is, I am her alpha. Her well being, mental and physical, was my duty to protect and upkeep. A small frown pulled at the corners of my lips. My chin lifted from my hand and my fingers scratched that the slight stubble that was across my jaw line. With a liquid boneless grace I stood from the stool as if someone pulled me up by strings. Bare feet made virtually no nose as I walked bonlessly around the island to come up behind her. Normally I had a hands off rule unless the contact was made first, no one wants an alpha that gets handsy. Tonight… I was a little willing to push buttons I normally wouldn’t. Werewolves usually seek each other for comfort and took comfort from contact from their pack. It was quiet often that my bed was filled with pack members, not for sex but to just be close enough to touch and comfort one another. The closeness brought out the tight knit bond that we have. Of course there were the trouble makers that would try to take things too far, but they were few and far between. It always made me nervous to break the no touching first; I didn’t want to cross a line I didn’t know about. Things were all the harder with Vanya. I knew where I wanted to stand with her; but I didn’t know where the line for caring alpha and a would be mate would be. This is the kind of situation that I’d just close my eyes and leap, hoping that where I landed was okay. Quietly I moved up behind the woman as she tended to the stove. My arms loosely wrapped around her waist, taking care that my hands did not wander anywhere near the “alphas may not cross this point” line, I stayed in neutral territory that could only come off as comforting. I didn’t bring myself close enough for my body to touch hers other than my arms; I was just a warm line behind her. I let loose that little muscle somewhere within my deep recesses that allowed my wolf to come a little below the surface. He rolled under my flesh, bringing forth the comforting smell of the musky woods of our Vokul. He too was with me, a comforting presence for one of our wolves. A low, deep rumbling hum that was very close to a contented growl vibrated in my chest as my head lowered to rub my cheek across her shoulder. One could even see that small little motion as a wolf sent marking one of its belongings. Maybe it was, maybe it was just meant to be comforting to her as it was me. My eyes closed as I continued to lightly rub my cheek against her shoulder. A contented sigh passed my lips. [/style] I've got the moves like Jagger

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I continued making the late night snack, meal, whatever you want to call it, amused by his appreciation of the mac and cheese I was making. His presence seemed to fill the kitchen, making the wolf inside hum with contentment. I had never really understood why she responded to him in the way she did, appreciative, trusting and content. Whatever it was, I just enjoyed being around him. I liked how relaxed and at ease it was. There was no need to feel guarded, or to talk about everything from the weather to the sports teams that meant nothing to me anyways. I disliked idle chatter, and with Gabe, I never had to feel like I had to talk constantly.

When my thoughts turned dark again, I focused on the chopping, trying to disguise the shaking and tenseness that had appeared with the darker direction of my thoughts. Sensitive ears picked up his movement as he came up behind me. I felt him hesitate for a moment before warm, strong arms encircled me, offering comfort and security. The wolf hummed her approval, almost making me want to roll my eyes. I could almost taste the power that tended to roil around him, that he carried around almost like a cloak. I had wondered, having watched his shifts, whether he was wolf-born, but had never asked. My father had felt that those that are wolf-born rather than infected would always have an easier time, and be more powerful, controlled, and more dominant. His pride in being from generations of wolves had carried over to me some. Both my mother and father were from lines of wolves who could trace their ancestry back centuries. It was amazing, really.

I was pulled back out of my thoughts when Gabe rubbed his cheek against my shoulder. This time, the hum of contentment wasn't just my wolf, but became vocalized. I relaxed, leaning back to close the distance, relaxing against him. I was rather surprised he had approached first. I had noticed he seemed to have this rule that others of the pack had to initiate contact first. He almost never was the initiator of physical contact, unless he had to. But whatever reason it was, I was glad he had come to comfort me.
”Thank you. The memories are always the worst at night. I think its then that they are the most unavoidable.” My voice was so soft that any normal human wouldn't have been able to pick it up. It was overly ironic that I had never opened up enough to anyone here to tell my history. I had told just enough to explain the rouges, but my family had never been mentioned. They knew I had been running from hunters when I ran into the rouges. I had kept to myself for the most part during the full moons, shifting early and playing submissive, just so I didn't look like the huge monster my pretty little she-wolf actually was. It had worked fairly well, but hiding was tiring. But I knew I would never survive the trip back to Canada, even if my old pack would still be there. They had probably long since moved, and I would never find them again. But so far, this didn't seem like a horrible option either. I liked Vokul, especially their alpha. I probably liked him way more than was healthy. Especially since he probably only saw me as one of his wolves, or a friend, rather than anything more. But I would just enjoy this moment, taking comfort from his proximity.



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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #504f4f; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #742323 solid; border-bottom: 10px #742323 solid;] And take me away and make it ok... I swear I'll behave Words: 720 || Tagged: Vanya Airion || Status: Complete I could grow quite used to the feeling of Vanya in my arms, she felt like home to me. I could never peg it down to what she’d want from me; some days it felt like she only wants me as a strong and comforting alpha where others I feel as if she may want more from me. Of course I wanted more but my hands are tied so to speak. I am Alpha. My back comes before my own needs and wants, especially if those needs and wants pertain to a pack member. I would be challenged the second someone thought I was taking liberties or abusing my position as Alpha among my wolves. I had to tread carefully. Patience was never my strong suit, at least when something – or someone – I wanted was at stake. Today it seemed like it was going to be one of those days where it seemed like she wanted more. Today I was okay with that. Today I was going to take advantage of the rare times the pack house was empty. I was willing to push things a little further, maybe a lot further since I usually have a no touching rule, that I normally ever would feel comfortable with a fellow pack member that didn’t voice their intentions out right. I really hoped that what I was about to do would go over well with Vanya. I was going to take a leap of faith and take her leaning into me as consent as I’d really hate to make things awkward between us with mixed signals being the root of it. As soon as she leaned into my chest my arms that had been loosely wrapped around her waist in the barest form of contact other than meant for comforting tightened around her, not squeezing but to bring her flush up against the front of me which was a lot easier with her than most women since she’s only a few inches shorter than me. Fingers kneaded, not tickling, along her rubs. I turned my head to look at her with now my other cheek resting lightly on her shoulder. My breath hot against her neck as I spoke, my voice low and… intimate, ”I will comfort you any time you need it.” I hesitated for a very brief moment then. I tucked away all those reasons that made me want to turn and walk away, logic was screaming at me in the back of my mind to just walk away and not do what I was about to. I had made up my mind and I was going to do this, no regrets… for now. I lifted my head from her shoulder to place a feather light kiss on her neck, right where her neck curved into her shoulder. ”I would fight any battle you asked of me,” my voice had dropped to a low, husky growl; none of which had anything to do with my wolf. No, it was the sound of a male who had seen something he liked and wanted – no, needed to have. Again I placed a delicate kiss on her neck, a little higher than the last, ”I would go anywhere you asked of me.” Another kiss, inching higher along her neck; my voice now dropped to a breathless whisper that I had no doubt that she would hear, ”so long as you would have me, I’d never part from your side.” I had many moments, traits, quirks, however you wanted to put it where I’d do something or say something that would have more of a wolfish quality to it. What I did next was exactly one of those moments. Similar to how I had rubbed my cheek on her shoulder, it was something wolves had a tendency to do, but that was just a comforting touch between pack members. I now nuzzled into her neck, a much more intimate display of affection. If my intentions weren’t as pure as they were I could easily bite her and she could bleed out. One mustn’t go around chewing on potential mates, not hard at least. A love nibble is a different story. I held my breath as I waited to hear what she would have to say to what I may have proposed to her. [/style] I've got the moves like Jagger

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A flicker of a smile crossed my face when his arms tightened around me. His proximity was incredible as far as soothing the pain that haunted me. I relaxed more, just letting myself live in the moment. A flicker of regret crossed my mind. I was so sure that he wouldn't ever want me as more than just someone to talk with, or to eat with. I was pretty sure he and the rest of the pack had no clue about the power I had within me. Some days, even I wasn't very sure it was really there. And he would want someone to be his equal, his partner. And as far as the rest of the pack knew, I couldn't be that. But I wanted it. I had never wanted the alpha spot when my Papa was grooming me for it, but oh, did I want it now. I wanted this incredible male to be my mate, but I was pretty sure he didn't feel that way.

A genuine smile crept onto my face as he spoke, the darkness fading from my eyes. Here was the man I was falling hard for. The kinder side of him, the one that was so protective of his pack that he would do anything for them. Those traits were so attractive to me, and my wolf. But then he went and changed the game on me. I tensed slightly with the first kiss, eyes widening. I stayed still and listened, surprised and shocked. Hadn't I just been ready to swear he would never want me as anything but a friend? The wolf inside wanted to howl in victory, shifting restlessly within me. The last part of what he said, though barely a whisper, blew me away, both from the vulnerability it showed, and what it implied. He wanted me, ME, poor little Vanya, the lost pup they rescued from the rouges.

Deciding that the food didn't really deserve my attention anymore, I turned to look at him, eyes dark with insecurity. You really mean that? The forever kind, not just the run around and play for awhile before you get tired and move on kind? Because I like you, a lot, but I… I don't want to get hurt by guys just playing around… But the forever kind… I'd stay by you forever if you wanted me to… I trailed off, turning to look at the ground, tense and scared.

Opening up to others, taking a risk, that was no specialty of mine. Frankly, I was terrible at it. I preferred to hide, and never take the risk of getting hurt. The shadows tended to be where I played my game, never showing all my cards. Thus why no one here knew of my super-sized wolf, or the fact that I could shift at will. Ever since… then… I had lived shrouded in the darkness. Since the time he had turned his back on me for her, I had never trusted since. I had never had a reason to, until now. Gabe, he was different. I felt safer, like I actually had a home with him. And I didn't want to let that go… ever.



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