Wolves and Men

“Good girl,” he sneered down at her. “Now, tell me where I can find the rest of your kind and wipe your furry asses out of existence!”

She had had enough. She slowly stood up and sent out a forceful blast of pheromones toward him. She threw her hair out of her face behind her and held his eyes with a steady gaze. The vampire looked at her with something like shock written all over his face.

“What is your name?” she asked causally.

“My name is Alexander, if you must know,” he replied then looked a little surprised at himself for doing it.

“Alexander, what? Surely one as graceful and powerful as you, has a proud family name that you are the pinnacle and pride of?” Ansuya asked one parts patronizing, three parts ingratiating.

Alexander smiled at the compliments, “Bet your ass I am. I’m Alexander Grȕn. I was born over fifty years ago in Germany.”

Ansuya looked over his powerful body. Her eyes and face held a look of wonder and approval while her mind and stomach wanted to vomit. “What do you plan to do with me, Alexander Grȕn?”

He smiled again. “Well, I was going to serve your ass on a platter to my Head of House, after I got what I wanted out of you.” He looked her up and down with hungry eyes. “Although now I think I might just keep you for myself. You can be my little slave whore. After all women don’t want responsibility, they want to be taken care of. If you give me what I want to know I can rule House Brandt and all of California, once I crush House Dukart and House Himura. And you can be by my side as my little doggy bitch.”

Ansuya was not impressed. “How do you intend to do all this? Wouldn’t your Head of House just take what you told him and use it to better his position among these rival Houses you mentioned?”

“Not if I destroyed the other two Houses first and took over my House before he could do anything about it,” he said proudly with a nod of his head. “Now, why don’t you just tell me what I want to know and I won’t have to hurt you. If you make this easy, we all get what we want, no mess or fuss.”

Ansuya looked at him for a moment. Kenneth had given her to a rival House. This vampire obviously saw this to his advantage or he never would have accepted her. He had no real idea what she was or what she was capable of. She could have him eating out of her hand. The process had already begun. Her mission was to learn about Kenneth and what he had planned, his resources, and his abilities. She hadn’t been able to get that information from him directly. Maybe Alexander would be more cooperative.

“Alexander?” she asked sweetly. “Maybe I can help you with those rival Houses you mentioned. Why don’t you tell me everything you know about Kenneth and…what was his House again? God, I’m such a stupid girl! I can’t even remember the name!” she laughed lightly.

Alexander laughed as well but answered easily, “Kenneth belongs to House Dukart.” He said smiling down at her.

She tilted her head in just such a way to gaze up at him through her eyelashes, “If I’m going to help you Alex, I need to know what this rival House is capable of. Who is Kenneth?”

Alexander cocked his head to the side. His eyes flashed and he shook himself visibly. She had pushed too hard. “I’ll tell you what? Why don’t you tell me a bit about you and then we can go from there.”

So, this vampire wasn’t as weak as some of the others she had encountered. He wasn’t terribly strong but he wasn’t weak either. She would have to play this out a bit longer. “My name is Ansuya Das and I’m a werewolf.”

This seemed to put Alexander at ease because he picked up his chair and sat back down again. “I see. I didn’t know that, babe.” He sat there for a moment looking at her body studying the way she held herself.

“Didn’t know what?” Ansuya asked innocently.

“I didn’t know your last name. How can such a pretty little thing like you be such an abomination? If only…”

“If only what, Alex?” Ansuya was just playing the part. She could see where his eyes were going, how they were gliding over her body. This one was easy to figure out. He was an “alpha” male with all the supposed power and control that he though himself worthy of. To him, women were just supposed to fall to their knees in worship his masculinity and male sexuality. Ansuya had dealt with men like this all her life. Even the Shape shifters had a few of them that had tried this macho routine with her and all had been sent back to whatever group they had come from with their tails between their legs.

“If only you were human, I might make you my whore or my personal farm pet. I think you’d like that. I could never make someone like you my mate or anything, but being my personal farm pet is a great honor and you’d get to be close to me every day.”

This guy was full of himself. “I’m sorry Alex. I’m sorry that I was born to be this way. I…I can’t stand this animal part of myself! I hate it! All I wanted was to be beautiful and normal!” Bringing herself to say these words to this man was easy. Making herself say them with any conviction and forcing the tears out of her eyes at the same time was very difficult. She had to play the role. Her pheromones and biochemicals were working but he had proven that he could resist them for a time. She just needed to hold him a little longer.

“Hey, stop that! I hate to see a woman cry! God, all you bitches are so weak, it disgusts me!” he stood up and glowered at her through the cage bars. “We can’t change who we are. I am what I am, and you are what you are. There’s no point crying about changing it because we can’t! Just sit in there till I can stomach to be around you again!” He turned around and stalked away. “And stop crying like a baby! You sound like a mewing cow!” Alexander turned a corner around some of the shelves and disappeared from her view.

Well, that did not go as she had hoped. She had misread his attitude as compassion. It was a rare man who actually dipped below her expectations! Dealing with him was going to be a bit more delicate than she had first supposed.

She shook her head and keeping her head level, she used her eyes to scan as high into the ceiling above her as possible. She couldn’t see any cameras anywhere nearby. Wait a minute. At the far end of the shelves, she could see a small black security camera slowly swiveling back and forth the ninety degrees from wall to wall. She looked at the other corner of the warehouse and found a similar camera on a synchronized rotation. The cameras kept her in view almost one hundred percent of the time.

She wouldn’t be able to do any pull-ups or anything but Alexander hadn’t seemed too worried about her escaping either. She could still do her exercises and maybe a few more. She could probably get away with some Isometric exercises and things that she wasn’t able to do in Kenneth’s basement. She wasn’t free yet but this was a definite upgrade in freedom than she had been enjoying.

This would be a different battle for her. She would have to make sure that she allowed Alexander to lead. She had learned much from meeting this supposed “conqueror,” lessons that she would not soon forget, or fail to exploit.