His Obsession

The August Jalapeño was packed with regular customers and the weekly meeting of the Breckinridge Junior College’s Wicca Club. Chase wasn’t really paying attention to the five of them huddled around a table in the corner across the room from him and the rest of his pack. Instead, he was focused more on Puck who carried orders of beer on a tray.

“One Corona Light, which Miss Felissia says sucks butt cheeks, and one Lager, which Miss Felissia told me to tell you sucks less than Corona.” Puck told the two hairy men cheerily as he sat their drinks down before them.

The two beast men laughed and guzzled down their drinks as Puck went back to the bar where Felissia set out a steamy bowl of beef stew. Puck placed the bowl on his tray and sauntered over to the table of Wiccans.

“Chase.” Medina growled. “Hey jefe, quit staring at the waiter’s ass and tell me and Jirou why we’re here.”

Jirou chuckled as he saw Chase ignore the one eyed werewolf and lean back in his chair to see more of Puck. The Asian was surprised however when his leader replied.

“We’re here to meet Porter.” Chase replied. “He said he had some thing to do and to go ahead and meet him here.”

“Ah.” Jirou said sagely. “Our little sorcerer friend is cooking up that locator spell.”

Chase shrugged as Puck sauntered off to drop off the Wiccan club’s order at the bar. When he came back with the intent to chat with them, the werewolf made his move.

As Puck walked by, Chase snatched a hold of Puck’s arm and jerked him into his lap. The white haired man froze immediately.

“Hi.”

“H-hello.” Puck stammered back to Chase. His friends blatantly ignored their leader’s antics and turned in their chairs away from him.

“You got a name, sweetie?” Chase asked wrapping his arms around Puck’s waist. The younger man let out a panicked squeak.

“Not sweetie.” Puck replied breathlessly. His eyes darted toward the Wiccan table, praying that they were not so involved in their Ouija board that they didn’t know he very much desired help. He saw Talisa’s eyes locked onto his and she rose out of her seat.

“Then what is it?” Chase murmured nuzzling his captive with his chin. He received a quick jab to his ribs and a shove that sent his chair and him tilting backwards. Chase lay on his back for a moment, blearily peering up at Puck who began to clutch the sides of his head.

“Don’t touch Puck” he told him as Talisa came and put an arm around him. She steered him toward her table shooting daggers at Chase and his chuckling men over her shoulder.

“Looks like you pissed off Miss Firerose.” Medina commented as Chase got up and flipped his chair back up on its feet.

“Eh,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m more scared of her grandma than I am of her.”

“We’ll remind you of that when she turns you into a toad.” Medina retorted.

When Porter Smith walked into the pub, none of the customers gave him any mind. His hair was not quite neatly arranged or disheveled by any degree. It wasn’t an outrageous shade of red or a nice shade of blond or a rich brown.

His clothing wasn’t quite the latest style or bizarre. Sandals, khaki colored slacks, a light colored shirt with a dark red page boy bag with a strap large enough to be a sash over his shoulder. His round slightly tinted glasses gave him an academic look and made his dark colored eyes seem darker than they actually were.

“Hey sorry for being so late.” Porter said as he sat down at Chase’s table. “I had a hell of a time trying to find the right type of spell to use.”

“Did you find it?” Chase asked him. Medina and Jirou kept silent as was their habit with those not loup garou.

“No—but I did figure out that whoever the hair belongs to isn’t human.” Porter answered. “You owe me five quartz crystals, a copper wand and three hundred dollars to cover the hospital bill.”

He held up his bandaged hand, “That wand lit up so fast it gave me second degree burns. Thanks for that, asshole.”

Chase shrugged, “Like I know shit about magic. That’s why I pay you, wizard boy.”

“First of all, I am a sorcerer. I use items that have magical properties; I don’t have any magic in me. Second, you don’t pay me. I do this for you because you don’t feel like phoning your adoptive family and begging him to send the pack shaman over.”

“Leave Dad out of it.” Chase growled. “I’ll pay your bill and replace your tinker toys.”

“You better.” Porter replied. “I need those things to do magic.”

“You don’t know who the hair belongs to except that they’re not human and you can’t do any magic. Why am I here again?”

“Not twenty feet away is the Maiden of the Firerose coven, one of the most powerful and influential covens in the States.” Porter replied with a dreamy sigh. “The most pretty and awesome witch in the world.”

“Does your hopeful future Mrs. Porter Smith know any good locator spells?” Chase inquired mildly. Jirou and Medina exchanged wry looks.

“She can probably perform it right here and now.” Porter responded with a faraway look. “She’s so cool!”

The three mercenaries rolled their eyes. Jirou shot his leader a look that said it all. He’s got it bad.

“Okay Romeo,” Chase said patting his friend on the back. “Go over to Juliet and ask her to do the spell for you.”

“What?! I-I can’t do that!”

“Sure you can.” The werewolf told him as he got up and steered Porter toward Talisa. “Just say ‘Hi Talisa, I need some help with a spell.’ Real easy, see?”

“B-but Chase!” Porter sputtered as he was roughly shoved right into someone’s lap. The young man adjusted his glasses and looked up into the tomato colored face of Puck. Porter blushed and crawled out of the vampire’s lap.

“For the Goddess’s sake, learn some grace dumb ass.” Someone muttered. Porter’s face turned a darker shade of red and he looked away in shame.

“He was pushed.” Puck said in his defense and the sorcerer’s face jerked up in surprise. He pointed at Chase who was staring at them-more precisely at Puck and continued, “Puppy pushed him.”

“Puppy?” Talisa asked as a few others simply mouthed the word. She looked over to where Puck indicated and scowled at Chase.

“Yes, the—” Puck paused and got a distant look in his eyes, a sign Talisa knew well enough. The vampire smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his head.

“So Porter, something you wanted or needed?” Talisa asked covering Puck’s awkward moment.

“Just a spell…to-locate-someone.” The young man responded with a blush, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “I tried doing it myself but—”

Talisa noticed his bandaged hand and nodded, “That kinda happens when you use the wrong type of invocation. Hey Puck, go up to my room and get me one of the crystals in the window.”

Puck nervously glanced over at Chase who wiggled his fingers at him.

“Uh Witchy Poo, Puck doesn’t wanna —”

Just then something shiny flew from the bar and clocked Chase right in the head. The bar went eerily silent.

“There’s more where that came from, Chase Damien if you even think about touching that kid again.” Felissia shouted from the kitchen. Puck quickly scurried past the dazed werewolf and up to Talisa’s room.

“And next time, I’m digging up my fine silverware!”

“See why I’m scared of her more?” Chase whispered to his men. All three of the tough looking werewolves shuddered and paled.