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hey sara i formerly invite you to my den for a fire place dinner, you wonder what we will have and accept my proposal, then i phase into wolf and say climb on my back and ill get us there in no time.

your response? okay, you climb onto his back.

okay he hands you a cloak that he was previously wearing and you put it on. the speed ill be going will chill you and plus i smell rain coming...

he dashes off so fast you nearly fall off you clutch the hair at the base of his neck for stability. hey you al right i almost lost you there for a moment

he runs like hells on his tail as he makes his way out of the city and into the far off forest. he pauses before going in, he asks if your okay up there

_what do you say? _ im fine dont worry

he enters the thick fray going slowly at first and then picks up pace. you gaze at the scenery at twilight and find small animals skittering around, you admire them thinking that their lives are so simple.

the rain starts and ash runs faster not wanting you to get wet. he runs the path grounded into his mind, diping dodging and weaving around the many pines and firs, you start having trouble hanging on to his slick black fur, so you start to grip with your legs. it doesnt impede his run.

you both arrive at a rail road crossing where a bridge sits. he dashes under, and skids to a halt in the mud. were here, he says

_how do you respond? _ is it much further?

no were here. he leads the way around to one of the sides and she sees a small stone structure with smoke coming out. welcome to casa van guard. he leads you around a shrubery and to a thick door. he gives one great pound to it. and not 3 seconds later a handsome lad of 18 or so, opens the door. he smiles briefly at ash, thethen notices you. he gives you a firm look over scanning your body with his glowing yellow eyes.

_what do you do or say? _ my face is up here pretty boy

he snaps his head up and glares at you, he then bares a full set of interlocking fangs. no! ash shouts and the boy backs up. ash then gives a look that apparently meant something between them like they were having a silent conversation. and the lets you both enter.

ash helps you out of the sopping cloak and hangs it nearby on a low rack in front of a burning fire place. still slightly disturbed you glance at the young boy and then back at ash.

_you ask a question. _ do i look mean?

huh? he looks up from taking off his boots, you gesture to the boy standing against the wall staring into the abyss of the burning fire. oh! no no no hes just sensitive and protective. his name is Exarion, hes a demigod. and hes also my godson. oooohh you say and then started to get curious as to what the looks ash gave him meant

_you ask... _ what were those looks you gave each other?

ash looks up again. he doesnt speak, he uses telepathy, and only with those he trusts. ash finishes cleaning the mud off himself and you wander around taking in the humble abode. the first thing you noticed was the fire because it was mainly the only light source. but now you admire the mantle and see photos of his old life as a human, you decide not to ask about them since turning from mortal to immortal is no easy thing to get over.

along the back wall of this single room house of sorts, were two beds. one was a gorgeous queen size bed with burgundy colored silk sheets and the other which you assume was a bed, was a stack of cinder blocks waist high and smoothed with use. you figure that Exarion dosnt need to sleep comfortably. then you think that maybe if he slept on a matress he wouldnt be so crabby. you silently giggle to yourself. Exarion turns his head slightly and peers one eye at you . you take no notice.

in the middle of the den was a rectangular table of simple design. it couls seat six in total, but you only see four chairs. ashton finishes and joins you.

you ask... so, whens dinner?

not for a while, he responds. we have to wait until dark before we can "order out".

in the meantime ill tell you a bit of the history of this "house" of mine. K?

he explains that he found this place by accident, when he was bitten and wandering dazed in the forest he found this old shack when he stopped under a bridge to keep dry. it was storming that night and a thunder clap revealed this stone structure in its flash.

i crawled in through the old rotted door and lay in a corner while my insides burned like some entity was jabbing me from every angle with a white hot poker. i writhed until the pain became so intense i blacked out.

i awoke the next day with the suns warm fingers caressing my face. and at once i felt different. i looked around and found a broken mirror and tried to get up to walk to it but fell over each time. i clumsily walked on all fours to it and saw a black dog, no a black wolf with red eyes looking back.

he then told about his adaptation to his new lifestyle, the hardships the pain. but mostly the learning curve he had to endure, teaching himself to hunt, fight, survive, and phase on the at a moments notice.

i came back to this place cuz i felt i had a connection to it. so i stole some supplies and fixed this place up. i patched all the holes in the roof and seales the gaps in the stone with mortar. it took nearly a full week of near nonstop work, but i got it done. I had a newfound energy pool I had yet to acknowledge.

i then sought out to decorate. i had to get funds because id eventually get caught, if i continued larceny. so i did odd jobs and eventually raised the money to furnish this fine hold. and here we are. as far as my knowledge goes this shack used to be a railroad staging area, the workers would store their tools and sometimes sleep here. and was abandoned when their work was finished. mind you this was 100 years or so ago. i installed the plumbing myself, building a shower in that corner, he motioned to the area that he cleaned the mud off himself, and a restroom in that room that i had to build myself, hewn out of the hill were under. the fire place was here when i arrived i just gave it a new mantle and made it bigger to fit my needs.

by the time ash was finished the sun had completely dissapeared and the creatures of the night began to come from their hiding holes

she says: Wow thats amazing, you touch his shoulder gently, your strong and brave for living out here

Exarion added more wood to the fire adding a pleasing cedar smell to the air.

well i think its time for dinner huh? so what do you want mexican? italian? chinese?

you give him a funny look, like to say your crazy we cant eat that stuff anymore.

ashton picks up that subtle expression, and says reasuringly, trust me just play along, what do you want?

_Your response? _ umm, you choose. although ive always wanted to try italian

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italian huh? i can work with that.stay here and ill go order a pizza. you give a slightly confused look but the captain doesnt see it. he goes to a desk situated next to the door leading to the restroom, and opens a drawer rummaging through it. he retrieves a pamphlet and opens it up and scans it. you realize by looking at the backside that its a menu for the most expensive italian restaurant in the western states.they have afull Italian staff and by chance they deliver if the order is over 100$ in total price minus tax. you blush at the thought of him ordering such an expensive meal just cuz she was here, then you realize you couldnt eat any of whatever was to be ordered. you give a look to the back of the menu like youve just sucked a lemon.

ash looks up and then to Exarion, they exchanged silent words again, then the young demi god took a position four yards away from the front door and crouches silently and casually, he looked like a squatting gorilla.. ash looks to you, im going out t-. why?! you burst out, not wanting to be here alone with a creature who found her threatining .

look i wont be gone long im just going to an old emergency phone situated half a mile down the track line from here. ive rigged it to work again and to make calls anywhere for free with out a trace, k? ive told my godson here to keep watch at the door and if any one else comes in to tear them a new one. i wont be gone more than fifteen minutes. so hang tight. he closes the door behind him. you hear one pair of bare feet running in the mud then two as he phases and the sounds of his paws fade into the distance.

you stand there where he left you and then you sit in a chair in front of the fire. you begin to think about why you like this creature and all the things you two have done, the flirting, the romance, but mostly bout the long conversations you loved...

suddenly you hear a voice in your head, "you like him..."you gasp at hearing a voice in your head that felt more a thought than an auditory experience. you look around and see Exarion looking at you from his perch nearby, you realize it must have been him who spoke, in so to speak."how dare you read my mind, that's private!"

his face looks displeased as you then give him a glare, he then vanishes in a cloud of purple smoke. you leap up out of the chair knocking it back and stare all around the room. "hes gone", you say.

" not quite"... you hear a voice in your head again, you turn around and you find him 1 inch away from your face, yellow eyes peircing your own. you try to shout and jump back but you voice gets caught in your throat and your parylized on the spot. he shows a snarl and you notice his fangs are gone replaced by the most perfect and brilliant white teeth youve ever seen.

you will show me respect, he says silently to your mind , i dont care who you are or who you might be to come. i will make sure your never found again if you continue pressing your already. he then vanishes again and you turn your head to find hes back staring at the door like the last two minutes never came to pass.

he glances at you one more time with a look of boredom to his features and thinks loudly to you:"and silence your thoughts more, they were so full of emotion you were yelling them to the world." He looks back to the door," and you dare get angry with me for hearing them." He exhales through his nose sharply giving a finality to the tense conversation.

ashton arrives about 7 minutes later, and says, hes on his way. hegoes to the shower in the corner and starts washing the mud off again, so, he asks you two get along? he looks first at exarion, he shrugs his response, then he inquires for your answer.

you give ashton a look, and he turns and says to Exarion, go to the edge of the trees and wait for the delivery. he does so in a puff of smoke.

would you like to talk about him?

you respond? no i dont like talking bout other people behind their backs

hes not a person, he was never human so that rule dont count here. besides he wouldnt care. he is invincible, well to use my words any ways. he cant be peirced by any weapon of this world. and on top of that he posesses an energy that could destroy the fabric of space, which would tear reality to fibers. he must always be tense and prepared. and thats why hes so high strung. there are hunters looking for him now. if Exarion were to totally loose control. life would end as we know it.

he doesnt want this life. he lives with me because his mother wished it before she died. he was only 36 hours old.

his mother was human but was posessed and made pregnant by an unknown entity, i saved her from a mob of hunters and religious fanatics that raged on around the area i was at the time. i rescued her and brought her here, but not before she received a grievous wound that she fell pray to just before we fled. the injury bled her dry and her dying wish, you now know.

Exarion uses a human form because he wishes it, but is not burdened with any customs or responsibilities of being one. he could wipe out a city with a single step and slit our throats with a mere wisp of a thought. ive seen it happen

she looks away and bites her nail. i can stand living as a vampire and being in contact with the negative energy that comes with it. but i cant stand to be around someone whos very aura bleeds hate and contempt as much as he breathes... you hastily sit down and touch your throat, im famished do you have anything stiff to drink? to calm my self?

well i think its time to break out ze wine no? oui oui! he says in a well imitated french accent. ill be be back my dear. he dashes to the corner a large rug that adorned the middle of the room. you look puzzled, he then kicks up a corner and rolls it away to reveal a well disguised hatch door. he gives a wink and says, wine cellar slash panic room. he then pulls on a well designed lever on the wall that you would guess to be two paralell cracks which lifts the door up to a near 90 degrees and holds it in place. he disappears underground for a minute and then reemerges carrying two crystal glasses and a bottle.

he pushes the lever back into its slot in the wall with his backside and joins you next to the fire. ash then skillfully passes you a glass he filled with a deep scarlet liquid. you smell it, it stings your nose with the familliar scent of old human and you nearly chug it down but resist.

ash says, its blood wine, naturally aged by an old codger i found drinking the woods alone... big mistake. he breathes in the scent, ahh, 72 years, very good year.

{ and thats kinda it for now she went to bed so i stopped writing and its lain since then unfinised for years}