Eyes of the Serpent

AN: Food please...Comments/Reviews? I need to know what you guys think!...Pleeeease.

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Remmy closed his eyes the moment the words came from his lips; he was certain that she was going to scream, or hit him, or maybe flee from the car. He almost wanted her to do SOMETHING, but the time of silence that came was far worse punishment than her freaking out. Maybe even a giggle of disbelief would usher his heart to start beating again, but the seconds that ticked past felt painful as they trickled by almost like minutes. He raised a hand to run past his short hair in an instant reaction, to try and calm himself, but it didn't work. Then, finally, she said something.



"...So, I guess that's why you don't like dogs..." she replied, rather awkwardly. Remmy let his eyes open, a slightly confused expression greeting his glance. He was expecting the traditional screaming and running for your life reaction; not calm confusion. Were all New York girls so trusting and naive? It wasn't as though he was lying to her or fabricating a tale, but still; wouldn't someone be skeptical of such a claim?



"Yeah..." was all he could really say back. He wondered then if she were possibly patronizing him in disbelief; some people had that form of defense mechanism when they were hurt, and didn't believe the other person. He frowned; he couldn't really prove it to her in such a public spot, even if he could do it at will.



"Well.....you said that it wasn't like the ones from books and stuff...I don't even know much about that, those kind of movies weren't my thing back in New York. I never really read more than teen magazines. How does this work? It means you turn in to a wolf-man...Right? Is that dangerous, or are you more like yourself in another body?" Josie-Rae probed, trying to wrap her mind around what he'd just told her. She wasn't too sure if she believed him; this could be one of those spirits, the ones that told wild tales, and was trying to play. That is, if the psychic world even worked that way.



"Oh man. I guess you never saw anything about werewolves? I guess that means I start at the beginning..." Remmy replied, a little more relieved that she was asking questions, instead of running for her life. Perhaps her lack of knowledge about his supposed cousins was a gift, rather than a curse. It had obviously kept her in the car and curious. Were all New York women so uninformed of myth? His childhood was FILLED with myth and rumor, about all the dark things that roamed in the woods, of creatures and beings that loved to eat bad little boys that didn't listen. "Right. Well, the basic concept that the books and movies have is that on a full moon, the people that have this virus that is transmitted through saliva, blood, and bodily fluids like sweat, turn in to an anthropomorphic wolf. The effects of the transformation remove all forms of human emotion, and basically turn the effected person into a very large, hungry carnivorous creature with animal-like intentions. They kill, hunt, stalk, and occasionally do...really horrible things to women in heat. The only way to kill a werewolf, according to them, is silver weaponry or mercury in the bloodstream, beheading, or a stake through the heart made from strong wood. But, that's all in the movies and stuff. That's all come about because of a select few, and what little evidence everyone else has to go off. It also doesn't help much that a lot of writers are all about dramatics and hollywoodizing the stores that started many years ago. It's the 'I caught a fish this big' syndrome. They have the basics right, but most of their so called facts are way off..." Remmy rambled on, not really paying much attention to the skeptical expression on Josie's face.



"So..." she interrupted, scratching her arm subconsciously. "If it doesn't work like that...What does it work like?"



"Right. Well, it's accurate that it starts with a virus, but it isn't passed through things like saliva or anything as easy as that. If it were, then before long, everyone would become a werewolf and there would be no humans LEFT. No, it works very differently, and it takes years of breeding, and trial and error to attain the correct DNA to make a werewolf. There aren't a lot of us around right now; maybe a dozen in the southern USA right now. Worldwide, I'd wager to say there's only maybe a thousand, give or take. Another misconception is that we are mindless killing machines. Actually, we retain all of our faculties and personalities; it just happens that the ones that become werewolves are total assholes. Something about being stubborn and nasty makes it easier to live through the infection process. There are a select few that are not very well in the head, and they caused the rumors that are out today. Also, we aren't that hard to kill, unfortunately. The virus might make our immune system insanely resistant to everything else, but we're still mortal. We'll still die like any other creature. That's also why there aren't many of us around; we are easy to kill, and there are those out there that hunt us, that hate us specifically because we exist. Namely, those that hunt us - the Rebels - and Vampires. They are the biggest cause of our numbers being so low. We're at a constant state of war, and we're losing, fast."



"...Wow, um..." Josie spoke, twiddling with her hair. Maybe this was some sort of dream, maybe she was going to wake up soon, and laugh. She'd have to tell him all about this dream. It was all so surreal; this fantasy story of nice wolf-men and vampires and the lot. It was almost like he was making it all up on the fly so he didn't really have to tell her what his big secret was. Maybe he did something really dumb as a child and it killed his parents, and he couldn't get the heart to tell her about it. Maybe she'd play along with this little story of his, and try and catch him in a lie. Then he'd have to tell her the real story. "So, if it doesn't have anything to do with the moon, then how do you turn in to the....wolf thing?"



"It does," he replied, pulling the car back on to the road. The sun was setting, and they needed to find a place to sleep before they all filled up for the night. "But not in the sense that the movies claim." he started. Maybe she DID believe him; she was asking questions, after all. "We are more susceptible to the virus at the full moon, and it kinda works like a zig-zag. We are the most strong and hungry and aggressive at the full moon, and less so at the new moon. As for the transforming itself....the full moon presents the usual anthropomorphic wolf-man, while the new moon presents a basic wolf-form that is no more different than an average wolf. In the transition time, it's sort of a hybrid; a bulkier quadrupedal wolf with a high spine arch and a low head...So, most of us use our forms at the Full Moon, when we stand a better fighting chance if we are found by those that hunt us. We still only try to use our forms when we have to, so it's harder to hunt us. Dogs know what we are by our smells; and they end up hating us, because we smell bigger, stronger, and meaner than they do, but we don't look nearly what they smell on us, so it angers and confuses them. They become scared and very aggressive around us. Ever wonder why a calm submissive dog goes after the oddest people at the oddest times, without having any prior history or even signs of being aggressive? Yeah, that person is a werewolf, or a partial were."



"Hmm. So...How does the virus work? You said it wasn't easy?"



"Yeah. It's a standalone virus that doesn't infect. It just breeds. That means that if I were to bite you or something, you wouldn't become a werewolf. I could do anything the movies say works, and it wouldn't work. The first werewolf ever, in the 1500's in Germany, was supposed to be the LAST werewolf ever, and he was one sick puppy. But when they killed him, someone kept his blood. A lot of it. We aren't sure who had the blood to begin with, but we know many fanatics killed for the samples, and did tests with it, when the next person killed them for it, and did their own tests, and so on - until the very last sample was gone, and no one could figure out how to infect themselves with the werewolf strain. That is, until a hundred years after the death of the first one, and a husband and wife figured it out. Unfortunately, they were so totally insane, that the virus ravaged their bodies. The wife survived, but her husband did not, and she lost all self control, and killed her entire family. She let her rage and anger take over her body. We don't actually know HOW she spread the virus, but we have discovered how we can transmit the virus today. First, the transmitting were or weres have to be in prime condition and as young as possible. The older they are, the higher chance that the virus will be so unstable that not even the receiving being will survive, no matter how sticky their personality. The chances are actually slim as it is; but add in an older strain of the virus, and it's almost guaranteed that it will kill that person."



"So...You have to infect someone while you're in prime condition..."



"Yeah. It either happens by drinking mass amounts of infected blood, or you're born with it. But, if the were that gives blood or tries to mate has a condition even one thousandth of a percent below completely perfect, the virus will just completely destroy everything in it's path and render the body into a loose molecular state. Wolf dust, basically. Breeding is also just as hard, and the females often become so ragged and insane from trial and error that it effects their minds and have to be...Put to sleep. Its so difficult that only one new wolf arrives every few years."



"So if it is so hard to become a werewolf, and you die so easily, then why does anyone bother? If its more likely that they'll end up dead?"



"Truth be told, we don't get a lot of volunteers. It's not something every little boy aspires to become. 'Daddy daddy, I want to become a creature that everyone thinks is an evil abomination and a killing machine! Something that's more misunderstood than any animal out there!' No. Mostly, we rely on breeding and, well, those who aren't given a choice for scientific research." Catching the offended and almost scared look on Josie's face, Remmy doubled back, and quickly explained. "Oh, it's not like we randomly pick some poor victim off the street; we usually take the hunters that try and fail, or the ones that wander in to the Head Den; the ones that are smart enough to find us, but not smart enough to kill us. They're usually the ones we try to infect, just to bolster our numbers. The perks however are insane strength and speed, even in a human form, and longevity. We live many years longer than a regular human. That's the biggest draw, next to the heartbroken who wish revenge on some poor schmuck that killed the person's family or some such heart ripping tale."



"...Main Den?" she asked, trying to absorb the information that he was offering her brain at the ready. Once she woke up, she was going to write it all down for him to laugh at.



"Yeah. There's a Main Den, kind of like a bee hive for the werewolves. It's only used to raise new werewolves, teach them about everything, and then release them. Or, for a meeting - but those are only called if something serious happens. It hasn't happened in my lifetime, so I can only assume that everything's alright."



Josie really couldn't believe or comprehend anything he was explaining; dreams tended to be like that. She bit the inside of her lip for a moment. So far, he wasn't lying - or at least, he hadn't broken his story.



"How does the transformation work?..."



"Well, its a bit gross, but it's induced from drinking the water in the fur or footsteps of a real wolf's fur or tracks. If it rains, then we can hunt the tracks of one and bottle the water, or hunt a wet wolf and use the water off it's body. But, it has to be water that has traces of sweat in it, or it won't work. So, its also rare for us to turn. It's not nearly as dramatic as the movies make it out to be...It kind of makes me feel like a minnow swimming next to a shark. We're supposed to be hellhounds, and really, we're no more than big wolves."



"So you're saying that you're basically not even a real werewolf in the sense of modern media. Why do you guys even CALL yourself werewolves, if you're nothing like werewolves?"



Chewing over the question carefully as he spotted a small whistle stop town, he slowed the car to give time to explain. "I guess it's a pride thing. Some of us really are hell hounds; they cause the horrible stories and fear that circulates the belief that we're evil killing machines. So I guess it just...is." Finally, he spotted a little motel on the side of the highway that looked like it had space left. He turned off the highway as the car fell into silence for a moment, and drove in to the motel's lot. It looked old and maintained at par; but it was miles better than the motel back at home. It wouldn't surprise him if insects lived in the motel back at home. This one looked clean; just old. It was a pale pink color, and had many flower patches around the smallish property. There were a few fruit trees in the back yard, and many more flowers scattered around. "I guess this will do..." he muttered, stopping the car in the side lot.



"...Can you show me what you look like? When you're a wolf, I mean?" she asked. If this was a weird dream, she might as well see what this brain of hers thought these werewolves looked like.



"....I uh, guess so. It would be much better closer to the new moon though; I can hide more easily...but I guess you wanna see both though don't you?..." he bit his lip. He should have known she'd ask to see. "I guess I can show you later...How 'bout we just get signed in and settle down for tonight? We gotta get up early and get that dog so we can make it home in one day; Jean will be expecting us back with a dog when she comes back from staying at her friend's house..."



"Yeah that works." Maybe she'd even make some money off this dream; she'd sell the story to some movie maker, and it would be the next biggest hit, a controversial movie about werewolves that weren't like what everyone else said they were. She would write it all down the moment she woke up, probably still in Remmy's bed, and tell him what nonsense her head was making up. Remmy lead the way into the motel, and slid up to the desk, and cleared his breath to catch the attention of the little old lady behind it, whom was fully engrossed in a medical drama show. She glanced up, then turned her attention back to her show. "Fifty-nine a night. I got three rooms free, the others are being fixed up. Want one by the field at the back?"



"Ohhh, yes!" Josie exclaimed, grinning at the thought of a pretty field out the front door.



"Kay. No room changes, takes too long to clean 'em and the other two will fill up before the doors close. Pay now, leave by ten am. Key goes on the counter, and you skedaddle." she replied, not pulling her eyes off the TV. She was a rather grouchy lady, Remmy thought, as he placed down Jean's credit card. The lady snatched it up, and dialed in the numbers on her interac machine without even looking, swiped it, then handed back the card with the receipt. Then, she yanked a key from a low board beside her, and stuck it up on the counter. "Room 121, round back. Store's at the far end and is open noon to midnight. Thank you for choosing Sheltie Estates Motel."



Remmy quietly sniffed at the mechanically-sounding woman and her attitude, but said nothing as he took the key and walked out of the office door.



"I don't like that woman." he said to Josie, as they walked around the corner to the side their room was on. "She's too cut off."



"She's probably been running this place all her life; can you blame her for loosing the zest in her job?"



"I guess not..." he said, not really wanting to argue over something so silly. He unlocked the door to their room as they finally found it, and pushed open the door. It was dark, and their noses were greeted with the stale carpetty smell that was probably common for this motel's rooms. Josie slid in ahead of him, and flicked on a light. The fifty nine dollars had bought them a small one-room room with a small square table barely large enough for two people, a dresser with a 20 inch screen TV on it, a really little closet style bathroom, and lo and behold, a single queen sized bed. Josie didn't really seem to notice it as she stepped through the room to the bathroom, and eyed the shower-only stall aside a small toilet and sink. He watched her step over an analyze the small space, and cocked his head to one side.



"You're not....mad about the one bed?..." he spoke, as confused as ever. She never in all his days struck him as a woman that was easy to catch or tame; the last hour was starting to tell him otherwise.



"No, not really..." she spoke back. What was the point in being her usual self, if she was in a dream? Dreams were harmless, and weren't going to follow her in to the real world. She could be free here and do ANYTHING she wanted and it would be fixed the next morning.



"...Are you feeling okay, Josie?" Remmy asked her, shutting the door behind them, sat himself down on the bed, and peeled off his black tee. It was stinking hot, and he couldn't keep it on any longer. He flopped back on the floral print bedspread, and held in a tired sigh.



"Yeah, just fine." she replied, stepping from the bathroom once more. Her eyes fell on Remmy's chest, and after blinking a couple times, couldn't help but think how attractive he looked. It was a dream after all, right? She could do ANYTHING here, and she would just wake up, and it would all be fine again. "Stripping, are we?"



"Mmm?" he glanced up, raising his head to look at her for a split second. "I can put it back on if you want. It's just stinking hot in here, that's all."



"Nah, I'm enjoying the view." Now that comment caught Remmy by surprise. What had gotten in to Josie? Maybe this werewolf thing turned her on. His brain was screaming at him to make a move, and hie heart and loins did the same; his nerves however decided to jump in to the mess, and make him jumble it up a bit.



"You could join me if you want. I mean if, you're like, cold and stuff, I mean warm, or....ugh. I'll just....shut up now..." he placed an arm over his eyes, and mentally rammed his head against a wall. Silence fell over them, and he wished he'd said nothing - that is, until he felt something gentle on his cheek. His arm moved from atop his eyes, and felt a weight on the bed beside him. His eyes flew open just in time for a pair of lips to gently touch his own. His heart stopped completely in his chest, then sped up much faster than it should, before his brain told him to kiss her back. He didn't totally understand what was happening, but he liked it. He let the burning passion that had built up over the years slowly trickle out of him, and kissed her back; gently at first, then building with passion.



His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, before he took another chance and let his tongue slip past to find hers. She purred a little at him, and skillfully curled hers back around his, gently toying with Remmy's. She let her arms rest on his chest as she gently ground her hips into his. This was all going to wash away in the morning; it was a wonderful reprieve from her usual guarded self. He moaned ever so slightly at her actions, and even though he had no clue what he was really doing aside from what he'd seen in porn, he went with the moment, and slid his hands down to her ass. Grasping it softly, he ground his hips back at her, letting her feel the stiff erection that had arrived only for her. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, and he wanted her - more than anything.



His wolven side became stronger, instincts beginning to take over, as he rolled her up and into a standing position as their kiss deepened with passion. He let his fingers fly to the front of her pants to undo the jean button and zipper, growling ever so faintly at her with possessiveness as she allowed him to push them and her underwear down. She stepped lithely out of them, and he paid them no heed as he lifted his hands under her shirt. He let his palms grasp her bra laden chest and felt them with a gentle amount of aggression, and tasted her kiss as she purred again at him. After a moment, he pulled back to remove the rest of her clothing, and addressed her with a hungry, predatory look that made her shiver and want him even more than she already had. He began working on his own jeans, and her eyes fell to the stiff cock that stared at her with starvation. It had never entered another female in it's life; she would be the first, as he would be the first for her. She cast him a confident smirk, and tilted her head in a cute manner. He growled again at her, his beastly hungry eyed gazing over her beautiful figure.



He grasped her gently, and pulled her close, letting the skin of her sex feel the hard that raged to be inside her. He couldn't wait any longer; his passion wouldn't let him hold on any longer. He growled again, and pushed her onto the bed, her back in the air, legs still on the ground, beautiful ass facing towards him. Her womanhood was glistening with clear liquid, telling him she was just as hungry for him as he was for her, and he wanted her, badly. She took the hint of him pushing her over, and spread her legs a little. He couldn't help but moan at the look of her; she looked hotter than any woman in any porn he'd ever seen. After waiting all these years, he would have her. He let the tip of his cock slide in to her, and pressed against the thin fabric of flesh that kept him from claiming her as his mate.



With a final growl of dominance, he placed his hands on her hips, and slid his length all the way in to her, breaking past her hymen, and filled her completely. He heard her cry out, but in a twisted way, it made him want her more. He held himself back from ravaging her completely, and began sliding in and out of her slowly. At first, her moans were that of pain, but slowly, he heard the pain in her voice fade to that of pleasure. He grinned widely, and tightened his grasp on her hips instinctively. She was HIS now, and he would make her scream for him. The scent of virgin blood struck his nose, and his canine teeth lengthened slightly as his wolven senses heightened. He instantly sped his thrusts within her, and let his lips fall open as she moaned in pleasure from the feelings his motions brought her.



He smirked; his werewolf blood gave him longevity in bed, as well as in life, and he knew it. He was going to use it, abuse it, and ravage the woman he'd been waiting to claim for years. He thrusted harder within her, and faster, making her moan deeper and more frequently. He noticed her upper half becoming closer and closer to the mattress; she was starting to lose control of herself, and was submitting to the pleasure he brought her. He wanted to hear her scream out, so he thrusted as hard and as fast as he could, and whispered a quiet and long 'fuck' as she tightened around him. Her moans became a little louder and heavier as he rammed into her, panting.



She could feel his cock grinding against the more sensitive spots within her sex. Something was building inside of her, and it felt like nothing else she'd felt. His cock ramming into her felt beyond good, but this, it was intense, and was building fast. His hips bumped hers with each thrust, and he ground her in a way that caused the sensation to skyrocket. Josie let out a loud moan as a burst of insane pleasure flushed through her figure, making her shiver from the mere presence of it. She felt her sex flood with fluids as she moaned louder this time, and let his name fall from her lips before she moaned again. She heard him growl at her, and it sent her over the edge. Her upper half collapsed onto the bed, his name falling from her lips in a soft scream that anyone else nearby would have heard, and from his view, it almost looked like the girl was having a seizure.



An expression of pride and pleasure washed over him as her sex became impossibly tight, and her quivers rattled his hips. She kept shouting his name, but he hadn't heard enough. He pulled from her, and before she had time to protest, he flipped her over on to her back, and knelt down before her. He would have a full scream from her, not just quiet ones. As she still shivered, he buried his face within her sex, and assaulted her clit with his tongue in a feverish manner that made her grasp his head, and try to pull it closer. He let the strength of his assault become much more aggressive, obeying her request. She moaned with each breath, her legs mounted on his shoulders, feeling the pleasure mount even further, but in a different way. This build of pleasure was far sharper, and more generalized to her sex, rather than her whole figure. She felt it build quickly, and held her breath as best she could as she felt herself collide with the intense shake that slammed into her body, all muscles tightening, but the breath failed her, and a loud scream came from her lips as her back arched, and made her shake violently in the pleasure.



Remmy spent a few seconds paying her clit attention to let her relish in the dual orgasm before he pulled away, and promptly slammed his cock back inside her, this time not even bothering with starting slow. She belted out another scream of pleasure as he rocked her body from his fast, hard thrusts, and soaked in her screaming out his name at the top of her lungs. HE brought her this pleasure; HE did this to her. She was HIS! He growled out as he ground his cock into HIS woman, and began to feel a quiver mounting within him. No, he thought, he had to hear her scream a little longer! He tried hard to keep his orgasm back, and as a result, slowed down a little. She whimpered to him at the speed, and hearing it, his pride got the better of him, and again, he ravaged her as hard as he could, letting his seed exit him and fill her tight, shivering pussy. HIS pussy. Only his. He let out a moan mixed with a growl, and his whole frame seized up from the sensation. This climax was nothing like when he'd done it by himself, he noted, and groaned out a gentle 'Josie' as he remained stationary within her.



Finally, after a moment of recovering, he pulled his cock from her as it softened, and collapsed onto the bed beside her. A long few minutes were spent simply panting, before she cuddled up close to him, leaning her head on his chest. Their legs were dangling off the bed, but for now, he didn't care. He curled his arms around his female, and held her tenderly, bringing his head as close to hers as he could. He smiled, knowing she would fall asleep on him if he let her.



"Come on - let's at least get under the covers before we pass out..." he said to her, his tone breathy, and affectionate. He finally had taken her; he finally had gotten the girl of his dreams; he finally had taken his mate. A happy smile fell on to his face as they re-settled back down on the bed, beneath the sheets, and cuddled close. "Josie, I love you." he said, with no regrets. When she said nothing, he glanced at her. Asleep, already. He smiled, and let himself close his eyes, ready to fall asleep beside his woman.