Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-08-12 09:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, au, buffy, het, kindred, magnificent 7, rated: adult, slash, were/beast, wolf lake, world of darkness, x-over |
Fic: Inner Solar Communications 1/1 M7 AU Xover
Inner Solar Communications.
By: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf Lake, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Kindred the Embraced, World of Darkness, or Magnificent Seven.
Summary: If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, Buck likes to think he is the hot Earthling Connection of Love.
Warning: Sexual Situations, Underage Sexual Situations, Violence, Blood, Biting, Cannibalism, and Were Sex.
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Mid Winter - 1973.
Buck sat under the table of his mother's bridge game. At six years old he was a little big to be here, but her friends felt since he was an only child and they were all 'ladies', it was okay. Sitting there was a unique experience for him, the smell alone made him feel comforted.
He had been the son of the local whore and a broke ass farmer she fell in love with. He died of the sickness and she got run out of town after they learned she was an unwed mother. Now, they were in a place that they weren't the only ones. In fact, several of the other kids saw their dads pretty regularly, on TV that is.
Smiling, Buck played with the G.I. Joe and Barbie his mother had given him. He liked taking her clothes off and having her dance for Joe the way he'd seen the moms dance for the men. Only he couldn't seem to get Barbie to quite twirl a tassel just yet. But he was working on it with Shelly, his mom's best friend.
Speaking of Shelly, he looked over at her. She wore really high skirts. Buck grinned.
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Early Spring - 1979.
Buck laid back on the bed and stared wide eyed at the ceiling. So that was sex. So what. He really didn't see what the big deal was. Pammie spread her legs, he stuck it in and they just laid there for a bit. Wait, there was something he had forgotten. "What happens after I stick it in?"
"I dunno, stupid, you're the boy, you figure it out. Momma says when a girl does it with a guy she doesn't like, she is just supposed to lay back and wait for it to be over." Sitting up, she lowered her dress and glared at Buck. "I told you we shouldn't be doing this! But no, you had to be the one to take my virginity. Well you took it, what's so special about it anyways?"
"I dunno." Buck glanced at the ceiling perplexed. Scrunching up his brow, he traced a hand down himself. "Usually, when I do it with myself, stuff comes out of the end and it feels really good."
"So why don't you do it now. I got some school work to be doin and you are just botherin me, Wilma." Shoving him off her bed, she turned over a her pillow, grabbed a school book and started to read.
Instead of getting up, Buck figured since he was down there, might as well look. Under her bed was piles of junk. But a few minutes of searching produced something worth looking for. "Hey, this is that magazine Tommy gave me! Why do you have it?"
"I like the girls in it, stupid. Why do you think I don't like you?"
Sitting up, Buck poked his head up over the bed. Confusion filtered across his face. "You like girls?"
"Duh!"
Smiling slyly at her, Buck wiggled an eyebrow.
Pammie narrowed her eyes as she closed her book. "What are you thinking about Wilma?"
"Have you ever heard of a mange a trust?"
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Summer - 1979.
Buck laid on his side willing his ass to stop hurting. "Okay, so that wasn't as fun as I thought."
"Well, I told you we were doing it wrong." Chris smacked Buck on the back of the head. "The book clearly goes on about how they did it. You just didn't read it all the way through."
"So, you did, isn't that enough?" Glaring at his friend, Buck gently sat up and began to pull up his boxers.
"No, we both have to know what we are doing or else it is gonna hurt like a bitch." Chris followed Buck's example with his clothes. Pulling a shirt over his head, he grunted when a body hit him. He peered through the arm hole at Pammie, his look promising retribution. "This is all your fault."
Lighting a cigarette, she exhaled the smoke in his direction. "Bite me, bitch boy. You got to fuck him, I got to watch, Buck got a new sexual experience without resorting to prostitution, and no body got hurt. I call that a win win situation."
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Chris laid back and folded his arms behind his head. "This is one of the lamest parties I have ever been to."
"Why do you think we brought you, figured you'd fit right in." Pammie coughed when Buck elbowed her in the ribs. "Ouch, punk! Don't make me get kung fu on your ass!"
"Cash is my friend, Dykedelic. Don't be sayin stupid shit about him." Looking around at the stoners in the hotel room, he rolled his eyes. "Besides, Cash is right, this place blows."
"So, what do you suggest we do?"
Chris looked at his two friends. They had been together for the past three months, since Chris got shipped out here for being a delinquent again. Sitting up, he took the cigarette from Pammie's lips and puffed on it before handing it back. "I say we find some place that is showing the latest kiddie flick, get some pop corn and throw it at the screen. When we run out of pop corn, we fuck in the back row until they throw us out."
Buck seemed to consider it, then shook his head. "We did that last week. I don't think there is enough gas in Pammie's car for us to reach the nearest one we can go to anyways."
"Okay, fine, we'll go fishing out by the river. We never catch anything, but at least the water will cool us off." Grabbing Chris' shoes, she threw them at him. "Get dressed, Cash, we're going skinny dipping."
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Autumn - 1982.
Buck backed away from the teary eyed girl. "Now don't start them water works with me. I ain't the one that got you into this position."
Sally wrapped her arms around her swollen belly as if to protect the baby from his words. "You don't want us?"
"No, that kid ain't mine. Ole Buck, he uses protection. You oughta be lookin at Jeremy or Rick or Steve, any of them might be the daddy, but I ain't." Turning up tail, Buck ran for his life. There was no way in hell he was gonna get stuck with somebody else's baby. He'd seen that happen with too many unlucky fellas in this town. Girls sleep with a guy after she knows she's pregnant and then makes him marry her for it.
Of course, he thought while passing around a corner, that didn't mean he wasn't responsible for a few of those unlucky fellas predicament. Right now, there were probably a dozen daddies out there to his kids. And may heaven help every one of them!
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Autumn - 1985.
Buck smiled uneasily at Cindy. The goofy red head was a blonde this week, but her pubic hair was still red. It made him feel like he was screwing a carpet from the age of burnt orange. Well, he wasn't exactly screwing her. She was on her side, ass end to his face and he was in the same position with her. Though she was good, he knew he was better at pleasuring his partner.
As a matter of fact, if her screeches of pleasure and the way she gripped his face between her legs, he was damn good. He continued licking her body, now deliberately avoiding her swollen lips. Occasionally his tongue would skim over them and she would tense up again.
About the fifteenth swirl, his tongue hit hair where there shouldn't have been. Opening his eyes, he saw she was suddenly hairy all over. Pulling back a little, he blinked in confusion. "Uh, darlin, just when did you say you last waxed down here? Cindy?"
Cindy growled against his nuts as she lathed his cock.
"Cindy?" Buck glanced down at her face and froze. Yellow wolf eyes stared back at him. "Oh shit." Reacting quickly, he drove his forehead against her vagina.
Screaming, the werewolf automatically sank her teeth into the nearest bit of flesh.
Buck's eyes shot open as a high pitched scream shot out of his mouth.
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Thirty Minutes Later.
Buck shook slightly as Cindy rubbed his brow. "Bucky baby, I am so sorry. I just... I'm new to all this. Don't worry, it will heal in about a week." Looking up, she stared at the man who stood over them. "It was all an accident, I swear."
Giving her a shitty look, Ezra bent over to stare her in the eyes, his flexing silver. "Well that is just too bad, now isn't it. You know the rules, he is your problem now." Adjusting his shirt, he wiped a fleck of blood from his collar. "Take him to the groves and teach him everything you know. Fail in this and it will mean your death."
She let her head fall, nodding in acceptance. "What about the others?"
"What others? They poisoned my childe, they are all dead. The laws are quite explicit in that matter." Ezra moved back towards the apartment door. Pausing at the entrance, he turned back to her. "Know this, female, the only reason I spare your miserable existence is that you have sired a new youngin. Anything less and your pelt would now be adorning the mantle of a Nosferatu's layer." With a tip of his head, he walked out.
Still shaking, Buck switched his focus from watching the stranger back to Cindy. Staring at her, he asked the one thing that was effecting his mind. "Why did you have to bite my ass?"
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Five Hours Later.
Buck sat naked and shivering in the middle of a forrest. There were a dozen other people around him, each of them in various states of undress. Cindy sat in front of him holding his hands.
She tried to smile at him reassuringly. However, her own uncomfort with the situation made it hard. Cindy felt their eyes upon them and knew it was her fault. "Okay, Buck, lets start this."
His teeth clattered as he nodded. Watching her closely, he froze in place the moment her eyes changed colors. Tiny shivers shot down his spine. "What are you doing?"
"It's okay, there is nothing to be ashamed of." Her teeth elongated and fur covered her body. "Just feel the change come over your body and let it come naturally."
A cool breeze traced over his exposed skin causing a tickle. Shivering, he shook off trying to reheat his skin. Instead of the intense feeling of cold he had been expecting, countless tingles tickled his side. Looking down, his eyes went wide. He was covered completely in fur. Buck whined in fear.
Cindy, by now, had also completely shifted into a wolf. Her mixture of silver and gray fur shined in the full moon light. She nuzzled his cheek with her nose.
"Welcome to the Black Luna Clan, pup."
Buck heard their voices surround him, but when he looked about they were all wolves. "Whoa!"
Cindy whined at Buck to get his attention. "Now listen closely, what I am about to tell you is the legend and laws of our people." Sitting back on her hind, she stared him directly in the eyes. "We are the children of Gaia, mother to all life, mother Earth. Long ago ancient forests covered the world and man was just another dweller. Then the demons rose up and corrupted the apes. We garou, her favored children, were drafted in the service as her protectors and fight against the taint.
"Over time our people grew successful until there were but three major demons left. The first are the order of dark mages, those who use magic to pervert the world. Second are the children of caine, an ancient race of blood suckers. Their kind are the bane of all man and garou. And finally, the most evil and insidious of all, the Wyrm of the Earth. A great winged dragon like demon that lies buried deep in the Earth.
"It seeks to control heaven by conquering Earth. Slowly, through out time we have been losing the war with him and his minions. As our numbers fall both from our secular nature and losing them to his influences, our forests disappear. You may ask why we do not simply replenish our numbers by biting others like I did you. Truth be told, we are hunted enough already, to increase our numbers invites unwanted attention. Plus, those who are sired through the bite are more susceptible to the Wyrm's influence.
"It is up to us to make sure the forest is protected through until the end of existence. The death of our forest means the death of us. Each day the Humans get closer to our sacred groves. With them, they bring the taint of the Wyrm." Standing up, she leaned in close to him again. "Now comes the most important part. We can not know for sure if you are going to be tainted by the Wyrm unless you are tested."
Three of the surrounding wolves pushed forward a young woman covered in bites and scratches. When they got close, she would strike out and growl at them. Finally, one shoved her from behind hard enough to send her sprawling in front of Buck.
Buck sniffed the air around her and sneezed from the smell. His eyes teared up and he backed away, his ears flattening. "What is wrong with her?"
"She is tainted by the Wyrm." An older male came to sit beside Buck, his gray fur standing on end. "The smell is all you need to know how far the evil has spread."
"What do we do?"
"You will kill her." The elder man stood up again, and rubbed against Buck. "If you are untainted, you will be able to kill her."
Buck looked between the elder wolf and the woman. He didn't want to hurt anybody. But when she snarled and lunged at him, instinct took over and that was the end of the woman. Before he regained his senses, he had tore her head from her body. Glancing down at her, he blinked. "What now?"
"Now, we eat."
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Spring - 1987.
The thirteen wolves of the Black Luna Clan sat gathered around their sacred heart grove. At its center sat a large rock shrouded in willows. Upon the rock was a red stone that pulsed with light. Each pulse grew weaker until finally the stone's light died completely.
The wolves raised their heads and howled in sorrow. When the last of their cries had died down, they rose as one and turned away. There was nothing left to tie them here now, the jihad had finally won.
Buck watched Cindy and the Elder walk towards him. The Elder came up along side him and rubbed his cheek against Buck's. Sighing, Buck lowered himself, ass up. The mounting was over quickly and he was grateful. He much preferred being on top.
The Elder laid down beside Buck and watched the forest. His ears twitched to and fro with the sway of the wind through the trees. "We are moving on to the South West, bright one. The death of the heart stone means the Wyrm's forces are no longer kept at bay here and the caern has been lost. More of our kind are gathering out there, I can feel them. They are free of the taint and are seeking others like us."
"Let me guess, you want ole Buck to come along?" Giving a yip, he nipped the Elder's ear. "What is out there?"
"I am unsure, the spirits of our clan can not gain access to the nexus." Rubbing tails, the Elder groaned at Buck. "They which give us our power are willing to go with us to this nexus, even if it means their destruction."
"Are you trying to call me a coward? Cause that don't work on me, Elder, you know this. I told ya when this place fell I would go off on my own and see what this world had to offer." Buck didn't want to leave, but they were no longer safe here. It had been two years since he last saw a Human until last week. With the disappearance of Chris into the Navy, the last of his ties to the Human world were severed. Now his sanctuary here was no longer and he felt adrift once more.
Licking Buck's face, the Elder tried to one last time. "Please, for me."
"Sorry, darlin, not even for the lovely Cindy. You have a pack to watch over and I need to see the world for myself." Buck shook his head to remove the warm malaise caused by the Elder's affection. It was a pure comfort to be loved by the pack, and he needed to keep his mind clear from here on out.
Rising to his feet, the Elder yawned. "Very well, Buck, when you feel you are ready to rejoin us, we will be waiting. You always have a place with me." They mounted once more before the Elder and Cindy left.
Buck laid there watching the sun rise through the trees. The heart stone had already melted into a puddle of red resin coating the rock. He had heard it was the heart of a demon infused with the power of the spirits that created it. Seeing it now on the rock, he could believe it.
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Late Summer - 1990.
Buck sat at the almost empty bar, his fingers around a shot glass filled with whisky. He had been twisting it for the past hour in confusion. His twenty-fourth birthday had come, was close to going, and no one had remembered it. Checking the clock, he noted it was five til midnight. Not that it was such a land mark event, he was tired of being lonely. There hadn't been anyone for three years now.
Feeling sorry for himself, Buck raised the glass about to drink it down. Before it reached his lips, a hand snaked around his neck and stopped it. He started to growl, eyes shifting yellow. "Whoever you are, I suggest you remove the hand or I will do it for you."
The man behind him chuckled, his voice almost a purr. "Now come on, beauty, don't be that way." Rubbing his nose into Buck's collar, the stranger nipped at the skin. "Buy me a drink and I'll be your best friend or anything else you want."
Buck's nostrils were assaulted by the scent of undisguised lust. Growling, he adjusted himself in his pants. "What makes you think I want your kinda company?"
"From the looks of you, any company would be welcome." He set his head on Buck's shoulder, leaning into the older man's hair. "What have you got to lose?"
"The question is what are you wanting with a lone wolf such as myself." Buck twisted on the stool to face the stranger. The guy wasn't much older than himself, if that. He had a little facial hair, barely enough to cover up the baby face. Grabbing the kid by the back of his head, fisting his hand in his hair, Buck tilted his head up and stared him in the eyes. He smiled when the kid snarled at him, eyes flashing yellow. "Who are you running from?"
"No one..."
Buck shook him. "Don't lie to me. You aren't a whore, you're looking for protection."
"My name is Tyler Creed, I'm just looking for a good time." Tyler whined when his hair was tugged again. Offering his neck, Tyler closed his eyes in submission. He hissed from pain when he was slammed back against the bar and Buck's teeth savagely bit him along the collar bone. Wincing, Tyler groaned when he was bitten twice more, once along his jaw and once over the opposite pulse point. Before he could protest, Buck's mouth was on his, tongue inside.
Their tongues rubbed against each other, tasting and marking. Buck crushed his lips harder against Tyler's, nipping when the kid tried pulling away. Finally, Buck pulled back and licked his lips. Staring into the other's dazed eyes, he smirked. "Turn around and brace against the bar."
"What? Here?"
"The bartender stepped out, you're all mine, kid."
Tyler blinked at him and looked over his shoulder at the bar. Sure enough, the place was empty. Nodding, he smiled and leaned against the bar. He was expecting the sudden cold when his patched and torn pants were jerked to his ankles. Rough hands traced up his legs to his ass and he shivered in expectation.
"You're a little lean, kid."
"It won't matter much for long."
"That's right," Buck growled in his ear, hot breath blowing across his skin. "After this, you'll belong to me."
Tyler thought there was something a little strange about the voice.
"This is gonna hurt."
When the clawed hands grabbed his hips, his eyes went wide and jaw dropped in realization. "Wait..." Tyler groaned in pain as he was penetrated in one hard thrust. Panting, he bowed towards the bar, straining against the pain as the cock inside him expanded. The furry body behind him shook a little while they were tied together.
Buck groaned, wrapping his fur coated arms around Tyler, growling into his hair. His breath quickened from the excited state of his body. Slowly, he began to climax into the hot body. Whimpering, he started to tug his deflating member from Tyler's ass.
Tyler jerked back a couple times as the knot on Buck's dick was still too big to pull out. His head on the bar, he cried out when eventually the dick was ripped from his body. No longer having Buck as support, he slumped against the bar. When the older wolf raised his chin to check on him, tears had slid down his cheeks.
"It's over now, you can pull up your pants." Buck couldn't look into the kid's eyes. Despite this being necessary, he hadn't enjoyed having to dominate him. After seeing that Tyler wasn't going to be moving any time soon, he picked him up and pulled up his pants to his waist.
Tyler moved carefully as he rebuttoned his pants. He left them low on his hips to avoid any contact with his sore ass. Glancing up to the older man, he stuck out his chin. "What now?"
"Now we go to my hotel room and I get you something to eat. When was the last time you had a decent meal?" Buck wrapped his arm around Tyler's waist and guided him towards the door. "You're on the run from your pack, ain't ya? Too old to be a pup, too young to cow toe to the elders."
"Yeah." Tyler slipped his arm around Buck's shoulder and let the man ease him out the bar door. Tonight promised to be the first good one in a long while.
As he settled the young man in his truck, he began to wonder just what he had gotten himself into. Taking care of a fellow wolf, especially a rogue wasn't the brightest thing he could have possibly have done. Then again, he mused, when had he been the one to do the smart things?
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Early Fall - 1990.
Buck pushed Tyler back in the cab of his truck, silencing the laughing young man with a hand over his mouth. "You think that's funny? Me nearly losing my tail to that crazy woman's shot gun is no laughing matter, runt! I swear, if I had anymore time I'd make you go back and apologize!"
Tyler ripped the elder wolf's hand off his face. "Me? You're the one that knocked her daughter up, slut puppy!" Chuckling, Tyler backed out of reach of Buck's claws. His actions forced the older were to climb in after him. When Buck was completely inside the cab, Tyler wrapped his legs around his waist.
"What are you up to, pup?" Growling, Buck pushed Tyler down on to the seat with one hand.
Laying back, Tyler folded his arms behind his head and smiled. "I figured now that you aren't sniffin around them females anymore, you'd be more accepting of my advances."
"Ole Buck can always find a woman when he's in the mood. Don't you worry none about that." Buck was about to climb over Tyler when the young man's legs tightened about his waist. He stared down his nose at the other. "What is it?"
"I want you."
"Not now, pup, I ain't in the mood." Unwrapping the stubborn wolf from his waist, he pushed Tyler off to the side and climbed into the driver's seat. This wasn't the first time he had to shove the overly affectionate kid away. It seemed every day Tyler got more smothering in his need. Grinning at a sudden thought, he started the thought. "Come on, pup, we're getting you laid. I know just the place."
"I don't want a place, I want you!" Tyler tried to slide a hand up Buck's back but was rebuffed by an elbow to the ribs. "Why don't you want me anymore, was I that boring?"
"Kid, you're starting to sound like somebody's old lady. That's usually the first sign we spend too much time together." Buck shoved Tyler against the far side of the cab. "Stay there until I tell you to move."
Tyler's eyes flashed yellow, but he complied. He watched as Buck threw the truck in gear and drove them away from the reservation. Away from yet another home.
Barely three months together and already Tyler was chaffing at the bit. Buck had been what he thought was the best option at the time. Instead, the other were had been keeping him at arm's length, forcing him as far away as possible. Despite Buck's protest to the contrary, the older man had wanted no one in his life permanently. It was that fact above all else that made Tyler make his next decision.
After ten hours of driving, Buck had pulled over to the side of the road. They were starting to feel claustrophobic in the truck and the woods in the middle of no where appeared to be their best bet. Tyler was the first to shift, having quickly tossed his clothes away.
Buck followed along more slowly, in no particular hurry to get furry. Even after all these years it was still daunting him. After removing his pants, he kicked off his boxers and tossed them inside the cab. He no longer had an excuse to delay his shifting. Turning to the woods revealed an already wolfie Tyler.
Tyler whined.
"All right, I'll run with you." Buck's fur shifted, flowing over his skin and summoning the strength from the fetish, the source of his magic, a pair of silver arrow shaped studs that pierced his nipples. They had been ideal for the wolf who had no pockets yet needed contact with his guardian spirit munin. He had yet to figure out how Tyler shifted without the fetish all lupin's needed to gain their strength.
Running up to the older wolf, Tyler slapped his tail over Buck's face and took off at a full run. "Catch me if you can!"
"You'll need to move a whole lot faster than that, pup!" Growling, Buck chased after the young wolf. They chased each other through the woods, play fighting when the other caught them. Buck received several nips to encourage him to be more active. After a particularly sneaky attack, he jumped the younger wolf from behind.
Tyler froze, rooted on the spot, tail tucked to his side. "Do it!"
Buck didn't need to be told twice. He shoved inside Tyler and joined them together. All too soon for his excited blood, it was over and he was pulling out. Buck climbed on to Tyler and mounted once more. They repeated their actions several more times until Buck grew too weary from their play. Finally settling down, he failed to rise to bait and ignored the tail in his face. "Go lay down somewhere."
"Why?"
"You've warn me out, pup, ain't no more in ole Buck." He sniffed his crotch. "All dried up."
"Old man." Tyler snorted, but sat down and started nipping at his tail. "Thank you."
He didn't open his eyes, but Buck knew Tyler was watching him. "For what?"
The younger wolf didn't answer.
Buck opened his eyes and lifted his head. Tyler was gone. He sniffed the wind but could find no trace of the younger wolf. Giving a half shrug, he laid back down and went to sleep. The kid would come back when he was ready.
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Two Days Later.
Buck had been driving around the county for the past fourty-three hours trying to find any sign of Tyler. He knew the kid would get into trouble out there on his own. Their first meeting had proved just how much he needed a strong influence. After the first night he had grown anxious and started searching in human form.
Despite all his actions, there was no sign Tyler was anywhere near there or had ever been. Climbing out of his cab, he headed into the local general store for supplies before heading back out. He was paying for them when he saw two men in overalls walk in. There was nothing that signaled them as different, but something inside him set him on edge in their presence.
"Did you ever see such a pelt? Nah, not even when you and Freddie went north for them bears. Nice and silver with black highlights. Beauty that son of a bitch was. Too bad, though, pups woulda brought in a pretty penny. Ole Gregor's wanting a breeder too." The larger of the two slapped the smaller on the back as they headed for the freezers. He waved at the woman behind the counter. "Hey, Louise, how's Jack?"
"Fine, thanks," she said absently, ringing up Buck's purchase. "That'll be thirty-six fifty."
Buck handed her two twenties, watching the two men. "By any chance, do you happen to know what they are talking about?"
"Yeah, Duncan over there was out in the woods doing a little culling of the local deer population two nights ago. Shot himself a wolf and has been bragging about it ever since." Louise handed him paper sack of supplies and looked up with a smile. Upon seeing Buck's horrified expression, she placed her hand on top of his. "That wasn't your wolf, was it? The boys had never seen a wild one in these parts and it shouldn't have been there."
"Yeah, I think it was." Swallowing, Buck took the bag and turned away. "I think I'll be leaving now, my business is finished here."
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. That fat bastard!" Turning away, she glared at the two men at the coolers, who were still trying to decide which beer to buy. "Duncan, ya dick head! I told ya you shouldn't have shot that wolf! This fella was it's owner!" Louise glanced to check on Buck, then did a double take when he wasn't there. "Well he was here."
Buck tossed the bag in the truck and slammed the door behind him. Turning the ignition, he threw it in gear and sped out of the small town. He didn't bother to look back, didn't seem to be any point to it.
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Early Spring - 1992.
Buck pulled himself back from the edge of the toilet, holding a hand over his face and moaning from the nausea. "No more tequila, ever."
Rosalita ran a hand up his back, sighing with disgust. "I warned you about the evils of alcohol, Buck!"
"Don't talk to me about drinkin, I know you had three times as much as I did. How come you ain't down here on the floor next to me?" He leapt forward and pressed his face to the seat in anticipation of another heave.
"Because I was born a werewolf, I have a high tolerance for this, you don't." Her black hair curled around her face, disguising the pale complexion. She would never admit that her drinking had effected her more than his had. They had been together for almost a year now and she didn't want to be just another notch on his bed post. She knew his history with women well enough to avoid his emotional hang ups.
"Right, so I keep forgetting." Buck turned over and laid against the bowl. Glaring at her, he drew in a deep breath. "There is nothing special about being a born to a werewolf. In fact, it is merely by chance you turned out to be Garou instead of Kin. You could just as easily have remained human all your life."
"And you are a viral strain, so what. I am genetically inclined to pass it along to my children, thus I have to be more choosy than NASA when it comes to potential candidates." Leaning against him, she allowed her power to surge and scent to increase. "I meant what I said last night."
"And that means squat to me. I done told you I don't want no children, I've got plenty as it is. None of them call me daddy, and that is just the way I like it." Buck stook on shaky legs, leaning against the wall for support. "Now it's been a blast, Rosalita, but I gotta move on."
"Just where will you go?" Her lust quickly turned to rage, her eyes glowing yellow. "There is nothing you will find out there you can't get right here!"
"It ain't about finding something, it's about living!" Putting on his pants, he grabbed his shirt and jacket off their bed and turned for the door. This moment he knew was coming for a week, he had been secretly putting his stuff back in the truck. Now was the time to hit the road and not look back.
As he rounded the corner from the bedroom hall to the living room, a lamp sailed past his head. "Damn you, woman!" He put on more speed, not bothering to do up his pants and belt.
Rosalita hurled another lamp at his head from the table next to the couch. Her face contorted as the beast strove to break free. "Fuck you!"
"Not with your mood! See ya in hell!" With that he was out the door and running all out for the truck. He had the handle open before the screen door slammed open again. The next moment he was in the truck, starting it and throwing it in gear. Before he could drive away, the Bitch was on his hood, slobbering and growling at his windshield. "I'm only telling you this once, get off the truck."
Rosalita lunged at the window and bounced off with a squeal of pain.
"I warned you!" He floored the accelerator, launching the truck from the drive way and on to the open road. Dirt and Rosalita flew over the cab of the truck and out the back tail gate. Buck didn't slow down until he was more than a fifty miles away from the crazy Garou.
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Mid-Spring - 1992.
Buck put the phone down with a smile. His old pal was finally coming back from wherever the hell he had been in South America. There was so much planning he had to do before Chris arrived. Sarah had told him about the engagement and was more than a little surprised to hear that. The Chris he had known was not the settling down type.
Oh well, almost a decade does tend to change a man, just look at himself. Buck traced a finger over his newly grown mustache. Yep, a lotta changes.
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Summer - 1994.
So this is what settled down felt like. Gaia, he was glad this arrangement was only temporary. Ella was one of the most neurotic bitches he had ever fucked. Everything had to be perfect, everything had to be under her control. Boy was he glad this weekend was it.
He had seen her eyeing Chris and Sarah with contempt earlier. His growl of warning was all it took to change her attitude, but he knew it was all an act. There was something mighty fishy about her interest in the blonde couple.
Pulling out a bottle of beer from the fridge, Buck glowered over his shoulder at the snoring woman. Damn, he would be glad to toss this bitch back in the pit he found her.
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Autumn - 1996.
Chris looked like hell. That was the first thing that came to his mind after the shock of seeing the man on his door step. His best friend had just arrived and demanded Buck suit up for a hunt. "Just what is goin on, Pard?"
Taking a deep swig of the whiskey bottle, Chris drained. He tossed the empty bottle into the trash and belched. "We are going hunting!"
"You aren't in any condition to be huntin, Chris. What's got you so riled up?" Buck tried to placate the man long enough to get the story out of him. He knew the shit had been getting bad but his friend had kept it to himself. Now, maybe, he would be willing to talk.
"No time, Buck! She's getting away!" Grabbing Buck's coat from the tree next to the door, he shoved at his partner. "You and I are going to capture that bitch and make her pay, dearly! It's your fault, you brought her into our lives!"
"Now just hold on a minute! Who, Chris, you're not making any damned sense?" Buck held his ground, the drunken man no match for his strength in his current state. "Tell me what is going on!"
"That bitch of yours killed them. My son and wife are dead because of her and it is your fault!" Pulling a surprising amount of strength, Chris slammed his fist into Buck's cheek. He didn't even flinch when he felt his own hand break in several places. "Forget about it, you're too weak to do what is necessary anyways." Chris stepped over his dazed friend and out the door.
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Summer - 1997
Staring at his former partner through the one way glass, Buck replayed in his mind the past nine months. He had been hot on the trail of his friend, but only getting there when it was too late to do any good for the people involved. Not that they deserved it. Every last person Chris had hurt was Wyrm tainted; it made him both sick and deliriously happy they were dead.
It still stung that the Wyrm had defeated his Pack in the war of the Apocalypse. Ten years did nothing to dampen his hate of the Wyrm or the loss of his people. Perhaps it was time to take the Elder up on his offer. Ten years meant nothing to he who had lived millennia. Maybe he would accept Chris among them as well. After all, the man had done more in the war than most packs.
His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door. Turning to face them, his senses went into alert and his skin tingled with the need to shift. It wasn't until he spotted the demon that he recognized what his body already knew. "What are you doing here?"
A woman in a business suit adjusted her hair bun while busy ignoring him. "Mr. Kincaid, if you will wait in here, you can observe the entire action as it unfolds." Finished with her hair, she gestured for the demon and his entourage to enter the room.
The white demon turned to a long haired young man Buck thought he recognized. He had scene the boy somewhere before, but it didn't register where. When the boy started to growl at the demon, a partial memory came back to him. However, the person in his memory was three times as old as the boy here. "Mr. Tanner?"
Vin turned to Buck and blinked slowly. "Yes, son?"
"It can't be." Walking up to the boy, Buck cautiously held out a hand to touch his face. He was a little surprised that Vin allowed him to. "You're dead!"
"No, Bucklin, I am not." Turning to the Lawyer, he nodded.
She stepped forward and guided Buck by the arm. "This is a private matter, Officer Whilmington. Your job here is done, we will provide you with any information our client wishes to divulge after this." Gently, but firmly, she pushed Buck out of the room, what appeared to be her assistant following suit. She nodded at him to stand guard on the room before glaring at Buck. "You may go now."
"Listen, lady, I ain't about to just hand over my friend to no devil worshiping bunch of whores. Now, I suggest you just back off. I want some answers and I want them right this minute." Buck was surprised by the actions of the third person in the demon's entourage. The man, slightly smaller in stature than Vin, walked up to Buck and lifted him off the floor by his lapels. "Put me down right now!"
"Outside, Eli Joe, put the flea bag outside so we can get on with our case." The lawyer walked out followed by her assistant, ignoring the three men she had come in with.
Eli Joe smirked at Buck, blowing foul breath in his face. "You really shouldn't have angered the lady, boy."
"Put him outside, Eli Joe, and nothing else. You harm him and I will rip your head off." Kincaid adjusted his white robes with one hand and ran a hand over his horns. His silver eyes flashed in disgust of the thug's appearance. "While you are at it, get the hell out."
"You can talk?" Surprise froze Buck's muscles into inaction allowing Eli Joe to drag him from the room. A demon could talk English, this couldn't be a good thing. But if it could talk, why did it have a translator with him? It was obvious that was what Vin was, because it had refused to respond the lawyer in standard. Perhaps this Kincaid warranted further investigation. By the time he had come to any conclusion, the door was shutting in his face and he was in the hall once more.
Buck shook off the thug and pushed him away. The slick looking kid that was with the lawyer was waiting outside the interrogation room door waiting for some sign. Movement off to his left distracted him long enough for the kid to disappear inside the interrogation room. It was his captain signaling and Buck decided to let it be for now. Tossing the thug a dark look, Buck walked away.
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Late Summer - 1997.
Buck never had made it back to the interrogation room that night. Chris disappeared with those demon people and their lawyers and that was that. Two days after that of searching had revealed classified documents about the location of Chris, and a little computer demon that destroyed the entire mainframe of his precinct. He knew the source of the demon's creation.
In his journeys he had heard of other creatures that the Elder and Cindy hadn't told him of. One of them was a group of mages, powerful beings who used magic to effect the world around them. This specific group was the Technocracy. Efficient and deadly, they used knowledge and technology in place of spells and talismans.
That Chris was involved with them would explain his use of magic; however, he had heard this group were the bad guys. They worked with technology, essentially selling a part of their souls to gain access to higher levels of power and understanding. Learning this, it had taken Buck less than fourty-eight hours to pack up everything he had and get the hell out of there. Weres didn't live long when these bastards got irritated.
Now he was on the streets, flying through the cities looking over his shoulder every step of the way. Every where he looked there was another thing he had heard of in one form or another. Mages in suits using laptops; Kindred, which had some how gotten legal notice about four years before, were out stalking the streets; Fae haunted music clubs and art galleries in faded colored clothes mocking the locals by their actions; even the Weres, who had hidden for so long, were now represented in their multitude.
The final nights were among them and the signs were every where for anyone who wished to look. Creatures, millennia old, no longer cared to hide who they were from the rest of the world. They had grown tired of the lack of visible control on the world and were taking action. This above anything else scared the hell out of him.
He was on the road to Maryland, by passing New York City proper though it took him out of his way. There was something there he had heard about and had the sense not to go there. Besides, it was a war zone thanks to the Sabbat and the Cammarilla, the two most dangerous factions of Kindred breed Vampire. The Gangrel day walker he had met outside of Chicago with a Ragabash, a surprise sense it was a Garou gathering, told him about it.
There was supposed to be a strong Caern in the local resort towns. A pack of almost two hundred led by a group of six females, an amalgamation of eight different tribes. They needed strong males to increase their population and he was more than willing to aid the greater good.
Ah, yes, there was still plenty of untilled soil for his big plow. Buck grinned.
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Autumn - 1997.
Buck shifted back to Human form with a howel of pain. Rising to his feet, he looked up and came face to face with a shot gun. Smiling, he tried to shake it off. "Would it help if I said she came on to me first?" The handler cocked a round into the chamber. "Oh shit."
"Did you catch him?" A blonde dressed in black body armor entered the large barn, his own shot gun at his leg and ready to aim. Catching sight of the werewolf being held at bay by the four foot tall Rishan holding a single barrel shot gun, Chris grinned. "Evenin, Bucklin."
"Chris, is that you?" He squinted as he looked at his old friend. "Can't be, the man I last saw six months ago looked twice your age and dead stinkin drunk."
"Nice to see you too." Chris looked over his shoulder as five other men walked into the barn. "Buck, I got a proposition for you. It don't pay enough, the hours are lousy, and the only benefit you get is that you probably have a chance in three of surviving your first six months."
"Oh, gee, Pardner, sounds like a slice of heaven, just how can I refuse?"
"You can't, we got word from your pack leader you've been sniffing around the females a little much lately and there is a movement to have you neutered." Walking up to his friend, he tossed Buck a white jump suit. "It's either us or the vet, either way your free roaming days are over."
Buck glared at his friend but put on the jump suit. "Ole Sally didn't mean it, she is just jokin."
"Her exact words were 'I have doc Jansen on hold, ifin you bring that bastard back here, he can expect no less than a full testicalectomy.' Which I don't believe is an actual word, but it sounds painful." Chris shouldered his shot gun and lifted his skull cap a little. "Just think of it as moving on to greener pastures."
"What exactly is the situation?" He eyed the six men and bug eyed demon.
"We are the hand of a much larger organization. Federally sanctioned and armed. They want us Buck, or more importantly they need us." He gestured for his old partner to follow him. "These guys are the rest of my team, old Shizon there is a free lance bounty hunter, refuses to be on the team but isn't opposed to an alliance."
The bug eyed demon inclined its large head but kept the shot gun aimed at Buck.
"Is there some place you want to tell him to put that gun before he has an accident with it? I am quite fond of my body just the way it is, thank you very much." Buck gingerly moved to stand behind Chris so that the gray demon was aiming through Chris.
The demon seemed to hesitate for a moment and then it walked around Chris and took sight at Buck again. Giving the werewolf a whispering call, it gestured for him move away from the team.
Buck looked to Chris then back to the demon as it stuck the gun's barrel in his genitals. "I'm movin, you little bastard."
Chris chuckled when the demon smacked Buck across the back side knowing it would leave four red prints later. "I wouldn't make him mad, Buck. Shizon is mighty mean when people question his stature."
"I noticed." Rubbing his sore rump, he stepped back into his original place. "Just what are you doing, Chris? You ain't the kinda man who just gets over losing his wife and kid like this."
Losing some of the humor on his face, Chris sighed. "You're right, I'm not over losing Sarah and Adam, will never be over that. However, I have a new purpose, a new existence." He gestured for the five men behind him to step forward. "These are Hank Luins, Marshall Dunlop, and Roanoke; exiles, much like yourself. Hank and Marshall are werewolves and Roanoke is half Satlid. The other two are Children of Caine, a form of vampire, who answer to Eli Joe and Yates. We are the new law in town, Buck."
"Vigilantes?"
"Hardly, we are sanctioned United States Marshalls." Chris proffered his badge, lifting his leather jacket's lapel to show it off. "Special interests division. We go around investigating preternatural crimes and solving them, usually with a silver bullet or three."
"And you want me to join you," Buck asked him, disbelief clearly spelled out in every word.
"Well, yeah. Was kinda hoping you would feel inclined to do the right thing and all, given the fact you were a cop before this." Chris looked around him at the barn strewn with chicken feathers and guts. "What do you say, get back a little of your dignity and self respect?"
"I'll have to think about it."
Chris nodded. Starting for the door, he waved the demon to his work. "Okay, in the mean time, Shizon has to do his job. I just hope you can run fast."
Buck backed up, hands up as the bug eyed demon leveled the gun at him again. "Now just hold on a minute, may be I was just playin, give me a little time to think."
Cocking his head to the side at the doorway, Chris scrunched up his face. "I can't, Buck, your balls are worth more than what the Council is willing to pay. Seems you gotta lotta unclaimed puppies out there. Look on the bright side, you will be able to sing in soprano after this."
"Chris! Come on, we're old friends, don't that mean anything to you?" Buck began backing up as the demon stalked towards him. "Chris, you can't leave me here with this crazy guy." He watched as the demon's free hand pulled out a foot long something from its pants leg. The moment he saw the blade catch in the light he screamed. "I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Shizon drew back the blade to swipe at the man then lowered his arm as Buck promptly passed out. Looking over its willowy shoulder, the gray blinked at Chris. Nodding once, it disappeared in a flash of white light.
Chris walked up to his unconscious friend and toed him with his boot. "Welcome to the team."
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