The Price of Tragedy

Sarah had awakened early and saw that Lucas had returned to his human form. She quietly left the bed, found a lovely business suit that fitted her form like a second skin. Careful not to disturb Lucas she padded quietly out of the bedroom and began exploring the apartment.



Lucas turned onto his back and a deep sigh escaped him.



“Oh I like these.” he said in his sleep as he messaged the air, dreaming of soft breasts.



She heard Lucas mumble something and returned to the bedroom, seeing him laying there with his hands in the air looking like he was pawing something. She stiffled a giggle and turned quickly to walk away trying not to laugh out loud.



“I like this too.”



His hands moved down to what could only be the butt of the woman in his dreams.



Hearing his words again she laughed out loud but quickly covered her mouth. She wondered what woman was filling his dreams. She shook her head and walked further away hoping not to hear anymore. She began concentrating on all the relics he had collected, that lined the far wall.



“SHUT UP! I AM GOING TO TAKE YOU HERE AND NOW!”



He growled and pointed out into nothingness. “I KNOW YOU LIKE IT DOGGIE STYLE ”



She heard him shout and turned quickly.



"What in the world?"



She marched back to the bed.



"Lucas...Lucas wake up I do not want to hear one of your wet dreams..do you hear me?..WAKE UP!"



Out of nowhere, Lucas grabbed her, tossed her onto the bed and pinned her close. Soon after he started to stroke himself against her.



Sarah was so surprised to find herself beneath him. It had happened so quickly her mind took a while to register it. She felt his hard cock stroking against her body. She bit back a moan at the feelings it brought to her. She had to stop him, so she had to wake him. Giving a growl she bit down on his shoulder hard enough to cause pain but not enough to break the skin.



“Whoa!! No need to…”



He looked at his surroundings and at the woman beneath him. He rubbed the back of his head since it was an odd moment.



"Nice of you to awaken. Now do you mind, getting off of me. I am sorry for the rude way I awakened you but I really did not want to be part of your wet dream you were having at the moment."



He rolled over to the side of the other side of his bed. “You already were.” he said very silently.



She sat up and moved away from him.



"Excuse me? Are you saying that dream was about me?"



Again he started to rub the back of his head, this time in a more ‘panic’ kind of way. “I… ehm… Well…”



Seeing him uncomfortable, she decided to change the subject. "



I see you have a interesting collection of artifacts and relics. You have been very busy."



“Yeah, well… Being able to live for a long time, I thought it would be interesting to see the world”



He stood, the covers sliding off him as he stretched.



Her gaze slid over him, remembering how is body felt against hers for that moment.



"True.. I will let you dress."



She stood and walked back into the living area. She opened the curtains and stared out at the city scape.



“No, it’s fine.”



He walked up to the coffee machine and started it. He scratched a little on his right butt cheek.



She watched his movement and began to stare at the spot he scratched.



"So what are your plans for this day?"



“Well, we are going to have a closer look at that house right?”



The coffee machine hissed and smoked as the liquid was done.



“Want some?”



"Sure thank you. Yes. I can take you to the site. I will have the plans brought there so you can see them as well, that way if any changes need to be made we can do them.



Lucas poured a cup of hot coffee in a cup and handed it to her, his eyes flared in silver flames for a moment when he looked at her.



Taking the cup, she saw his eyes flash.



"I have always admired those silver eyes. I remember when you recieved that gift." She took a sip of coffee, then sighed.



“So do I. I was only a little boy back then. I still haven’t asked how you got yours though”



He took his own cup and stood looking out of the window. One of the window washing elevators came down and a man who was going to wash the widow just stared at him in his nakedness.



She giggled at the look on the mans face.



"I bet he wasnt expecting that view this morning. Eventhough it is rather nice." She pinked as she realized what she had said. "Ummm...you asked a question didnt you?"



“Nice?”



He asked and looked at her over his shoulder. The man outside started to work, since he recognized that it was in fact his employer.



"Hmmm? Nice? what is nice?"



She dodged his question, Turning away so he would not see her red cheeks. She looked over his collection again.



“That is what I am wondering too.”



He walked over to his collection beside her.



She glanced up at him.



"Oh alright..you have a very nice physic. Not like I could not notice."



“So do you. My research showed that we have some ‘gifts’ from our guides.”



He said as he moved close and sniffed the side of her neck. Her sent filled his nostrils and sent flames down his body.



"Yes, our eyesight, hearing, scent and taste is inhanced. Depending on what species you are you could have strength, speed..."



Her voice trailed off as he sniffed her, her body starting to respond to his closeness.



He placed his cup on a small table, his hands placed themselves on her hips and moved slowly up her sides. He gave her a lick with his large wolf tongue, that he so conveniently changed for the moment.



She groaned at the feel of his hand on her body and when she felt his tongue on her neck her body melted. Slowly she wrapped her arms around his neck,tilting her back to give him more access.



He made his K9 teeth grow and he placed them against her skin playfully, his large tongue followed from her collar bone, up her long inviting neck.



She began purr. His touch causing tingles to roam her body. She lightly scored down his back with her nails. Her body slowly began to rub against his.



He smiled then stepped away from her, picked up the cup on the way to the window. The window washer was already done and had quickly moved down a few floors.



Feeling the warmth of his body leave she shook her head. Slowly regaining her composure. She ran her hands down her clothes straiting them, she could feel her nipples had hardened and cursed under her breath. Her hands shook as she drank her coffee, not moving from where she was.



“I can smell that you want to be part of my wet dreams.”



He smiled, happy about himself.



She looked at his back.



"Well that is only because as my guardian is male but is also cat. So one of the unwanted abilities is the fact that when...I have stronger sexual appeal during certain times of the year."



“Good catch.”



He said and smiled. He finished his coffee and placed the cup beside the machine and went in to the bedroom to get dressed.



She finished her own coffee then waited for him. She then saw it. It was a relic of myth. She walked up to it and looked at it carefully. He had found one of the keys. She looked over her shoulder, then back at it.



After a few moments he came back wearing a dark blue Armani suite. He noticed what she was looking at.



“Beautiful isn’t it.”



He walked up and stopped just behind her.



"Yes. I never thought I would see one. They were hidden so well. Do you know where the weapons leads to? Where the piece is?"



“Sadly, the location of the pieces where never written down. So no one really knows their locations. But legend has it, that someone who the key itself feels is worthy will show the way”



He leaned over her side and picked up the sword, it was of an old Japanese design. Smaller then a Katana but still the same design to it.



"Interesting. Has it spoken to you?"



She watch as he touched it almost with reverence.



“Spoken?”



He looked at her, the instance he touched it a high pitched sound filled the air, energies twirled around them, feeling almost like a mini tornado.



She covered her ears, trying to keep the sound out. She bent over and tried to move away. Her hair whipped around her, her dress pulled tight against her.



He swirled the sword through the air like a master, the sword silenced itself as it felt itself being held by someone capable, but it never spoke to him. Simply allowed him to wield it.



"What was that about?" She blinked her ears still ringing.



“I don’t know, it’s like it’s not accepting me at first. But as I prove my skill by swinging it”



He stopped swinging the sword and quickly placed it back on the rack where it was before.



"Interesting. But I suppose because of what it can lead to it must protect itself somehow. So it\'s not revealed anything to you about where the part is?"



Lucas rubbed his chin.



“I suppose. I guess I am not truly worthy to wield it. But I can’t let it fall in to the wrong hands in any case. And no, it has not showed or told me anything.”



"To bad. You know if they find out you have this they will come after it. I heard a rumor that they have a piece of it already."



“He he he… that is highly unlikely.”



Just as he said that he saw ropes fall down outside the window. He knew that it was bad.



“Shit! Stay here”



He ran out of the small apartment area and slammed his palm on a button on the book case. Thick armored glass fell down and closed off the small back living area. Four masked heavily armed men crashed through the window and pointed their weapons at Lucas who held up his arms.



She saw the men and instantly called on the cat. She shifted completely into her black sleek form and dashed for cover under a desk.



“Hand it over!” one of the masked men demanded.



“Hand what over?” he asked calmly.



The man opened fire at Lucas, sending him flying up against he wall and soon collapsed, blood splattered all over the wall behind him. One of the other men started to work with a power drill to try and get inside the sealed off section.The cat snarled and charged the man who had shot Lucas. She set it completely free. In a leap she grabbed him by the throat and ripped it open, killing him instantly. Quickly darting as the others shot at her. Using furniture for hiding.



The man working the power tool had set it down and started to shoot after her as well. What they didn’t notice was that Lucas was now in full were form and very angry. Coming up from behind one of them he grabbed him around the scull with his big strong paw and crushed it like it was a orange. The last masked men turned to fire again at Lucas, only o hit his cooperative that Lucas used as a shield.She saw Lucas rise and make is move. She crept behind the last man and pounced on him from behind, her jaws once again going for the throat. He fell forward a scream dieing on his lips. Lucas growled as he threw the corpses out of the window.



“Do you know the cost of this carpet!?!”



He cursed at them.



She laid back her ears and growled at him and his action. Slowly she padded away from the body and changed back into her human from.



Lucas too changed back to his human form.



“Don’t growl at me” he snared at her, he was in no mood to be growled at.



She grabbed her discarded closes the looked over her shoulder at him.



"Open this thing so I may get clean." She saw her clothes were ruined for the cat had shredded them during the change. Covering what she could for modisty.



He walked over to the desk and hit another button causing the protected wall to recede.



"I will lay out some clothing for you while you shower."



"Thank you. Are you alright? I mean, you were shot."



"Yes, I will be fine. A bit sore for a while but will heal."



"Alright."



She walked into the bathroom, let the ruined clothes fall to the floor, turned on the shower and stepped in. As the water hit her skin she sighed. The leopard had reacted so swiftly and violently when she had seen Lucas get shot. Its reaction had actually frightened her. She had not felt that much rage in a very long time.



Lucas waited until she had entered the bathroom and heard the shower before bending over and letting out a string of curses. He would survive but damn it still hurt like hell. Collecting himself, he stood erect and went into the bedroom to select clothing for himself and Sarah. Once dressed he selected a beautiful deep red dress he found and laid it on the bed for her. Giving a slight smile as he walked out to the living room, she would look amazing in it.



Turning off the shower, she grabbed a towel, dried quickly and returned to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately fell on the red dress. The neckline was in a low scoop and would show her cleavage. It looked like the hem would hit just above her knee. She smiled and shook her head. He was definately male. Grabbing the dress she quickly pulled it over her head, then grabbed her hair and piled it on top of her head.



"Thank you for the dress. Its beautiful."



He turned around to look at her, the sight of her stunned him so much that he actually fell over. Hitting his head on the table hard.



She ran forward, dropped to her knees beside him.



"I knew it. You are hurt more than you said."