Chosen By The Gods

Operation werewolf-phase 2

DAEMON'S POINT OF VIEW

When we’re 20 feet away from the cabin, I pull the steering wheel right, then left, to make it look like something it’s wrong.

“ What was that? ” Hunt asks concerned.

“ I think we have flat. ” I reply as I stop the car, then quickly get out, take my knife and puncture the front tire.

* Good job. * Apollo praises me for the first time ever, shocking the life out of me.

“ f**k! ” I curse out loud and try to act all angry when I see Hunt coming out of the car.

“ Relax, we’ll just change the tire. ” He tries to reassure me, but I sigh hard, and shake my head. 

“ I don’t have one. I used it and forgot to replace it. ” I run my fingers through my hair, faking frustration, but in reality, I want to jump up and down.

“ Well, that’s f****d up. ” He says as he leans on the hood of the car, and my mind starts making all kind of scenarios, as how I would bend him, kiss his neck from behind, run my fingers over his skin, then my lips, then take him --

“ The cabin. Let’s see if someone is in. ” He interrupts my unholy strings of thoughts, and starts walking towards the cabin, giving me a perfect view of his sexy, perfect ass. 

* You know that you look like a pervert, right? Ohhh sorry, I forgot. You are a pervert. But let's try to hide that side of you from him for the time being, and not chase him away. Brilliant,right? * I roll my eyes at Apollo, and start following Hunt.

* God damn it, Apollo, you're so ... Sometimes I would ... arhhhh. * I growl in frustration as I don't find the right words to express how annoying he is, then decide not to consume any energy on him.

I finally catch up with Hunt, I check the door, but it’s closed, so, I open it, then try to be a gentleman and hold the door for Hunt to enter, then I realize that I would've been a gentleman if I would've entered first. For all he knows, there's a possibility that someone broke in.

God damn, sometimes I amaze myself.

“ Damnnnn, this is nice. ” He says as he looks around in awe, apparently forgetting that there's a possible danger,and I can't help but look at him in awe.

He's a damn God!

“ Yes, it surely is. ” I try to keep my voice deep, not wanting to sound like a lovesick puppy, and he continues walking with me looking at him like he's the sun that brightens my world. And he is, but I shouldn't let him know that right away. It may not be the best way to win his heart. Nobody likes a stalker. Or?

“ There’s no window broken, and everything seems ok. ” He states after we checked the windows and the back door, then he looks at me with a small smile on his gorgeous face, making me smile as well.

“ Maybe some animal? The alarm is for the inside and the outside. You know, sensors. ” I didn’t think of this, I should've told Elliot to break a window, or let the door open, but what's done is done. Now, I can only hope for the best. 

“ What now? ” His voice is cheery, fact that puts my nerves at ease, and after I let out a breath of relief, I gesture for him to follow me.

“ Now we’ll drink something while we try to find a solution. ” I lead him to the kitchen, and again, he looks around in awe. Well baby, this all will be ours. We just need to get rid of those damn pills.

“ What do you want to drink? There’s beer, juice, water, coffee, tea. ”

“ I want some juice. ” I pour us 2 glasses of Orange juice, then sit across from him at the kitchen island, keeping a safe distance between us.

“ Well, nobody will come on a Friday night to change our tire, and they don’t work on the weekends. My dad is not home, so he can’t come after us, and the city is too far to walk back. ” I say as if I’m so disappointed that I’m about to cry.

“ Damn. ” That’s all he says, but the look on his face it’s not a bad one.

“ I do have an entertainment room with video games, and a pool, and cinema. And from what I saw in the fridge, we have food as well, so there’s also this possibility. We spend the weekend playing games, eating and sleeping. ” Both me and Apollo are holding our breaths as he’s taking my offer in consideration.

“ I’ll have to call my mom though. She’ll be worried otherwise. ” I nod casually, restraining myself from jumping up and down, and yell from the top of my lungs, like I want to.

He takes his phone and calls his mom, and the moment I heard her voice my blood started boiling, and an angry growl almost escaped my throat.

* Keep calm, Daemon. We don’t want him to suspect anything. *

* I’m trying. * I answer, still fighting to hold back that growl, and try to focus on Hunt's deep and smooth voice.

“ Yes mom. I have my meds with me. And no, I won’t forget to take them. I promise. You don’t have to worry. I love you, and see you on Monday. ” He hangs up, then he flashes me a smile, showing me his pearly, straight teeth.

“ Done. ”

* Now we have to get rid of his meds. They are in his backpack. And the backpack is in the car. * Apollo informs me, and I’m trying to come up with a plan.

* I can wait until he’ll go to the bathroom or something, but he’ll panic when he’ll see that he doesn’t have them. What do I do then? *

* Comfort him. Touch him. You know that your mate can calm you down. * Let’s hope he’s right.

“ So, what do you want to do first? Play something? Watch a movie? ” I ask ,and he shrugs his big shoulders.

“ Whatever. Your choice. ” If it were for me, we wouldn't watch a movie, we would make one of our own, and the games we would play, would be PG18.

“ I’ll make some popcorn, and we’ll watch a movie. ” He nods in agreement, then I start looking for the popcorn, ignoring my dirty mind.

“ Where’s the bathroom? ” He finally asks, forcing me to hide my enthusiasm.

“ Second floor, enter any bedroom you want, they all have a bathroom. ” I decide to avoid telling him that there''s a bathroom here as well, because I need some time to go by the car and come back.

“ That’s cool. ”

“ It kind of is. ” We both chuckle, and he goes.

* Nice move with the bedrooms. *

* Apollo, you’ve praised me twice today. Watch out, my ego is growing. *

* Shut up and go to the car. * I start running as fast as I can, and quickly look in his backpack.

* Maybe I should keep them. I could shut you up when I want. * I say cheekily, and Apollo growls.

* You’re the most ungrateful human on this planet, you know that? *

* And you’re the most annoying God in the Universe, you know that? * I shoot back, and he sighs in surrender, and I smile big. 3-0 for Daemon.

* Better idea. I’ll put them in the mail box. He won’t look in there. But if I throw them, maybe he’ll find them when we go for a walk or something. * I try to cover every possibility.

* Ok, it’s not a terrible idea. *

* Apollo, you wanted to praise me again, didn’t you?* I say in a mocking tone as I put the meds in the mail box, then run back inside. 

* Hundreds of years … hundreds … * He says it as if he just remembered that he’s on the death row, and I can't help but laugh out loud. 

“ Laughing by yourself as well? Should I be worried that you’ll try and kill me in my sleep? ” I freeze as I hear Hunt's voice, and curse Apollo once again.

“ No. I was laughing at me actually. I just realized that I have no idea how to use this microwave. It’s very advanced, and there’s the snow flake, and then the water drop … and I’m useless... ” I trail off in a defeat voice, sigh hard and look at him and chuckle lightly, or awkwardly, depends on who you're asking, and he laughs beautifully, filling the kitchen with joy and my heart with warmth.

* I think you're the first human that I know, and keep in mind that I know everyone, that doesn't have to try to f**k it up. You're a natural. * Apollo says in an amused tone, making me wish that I could go in Hurantia and strangle him to death.

Hunt comes next to me, filling my nostrils with his intoxicating scent, making it so very f*****g hard for me to stand, and looks at the microwave, then at me.

“ Let’s just push some buttons. I’m sure it will work eventually. ” I start laughing, and he looks at me sweetly, then smiles, making me blush.Goddddd, I haven't blushed in 20 years not even once, and now I blush at every damn thing that he says and does.

I turn around fast, praying that he didn't see my blush, and take my time to take a bowl for the popcorn.

“ So, what movie do you want to watch? ” He asks, and I smile to myself, because I know the perfect one.

“ Twilight. ” I answer with a smile, and he nods.

* Setting the mood, are we? * I knew Apollo will comment on it, but yeah. Setting the mood.

“ That’s a cool movie. ” Hunt says as the popcorn starts popping.

“ Do you believe in vampires and werewolves? ” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“ No. ” He answers with conviction in his voice.

“ You should. They are real. ” I say truthfully, and he laughs. Well, I guess he’ll find out soon.

“ As real as Santa Claus. ” He says mockingly, then chuckles in disbelief.

“ Do you really think that we’re the only ones in this whole Universe? Or that only humans are on Earth? Just because you haven’t seen them, it doesn’t mean that they don’t exist. ” He taps his index on his full pink lips, and I gulp, then force my eyes to close, and my mind to stay clear of unholy thoughts.

“ I guess I need to see to believe. ”

“ Do you believe in love? ” I ask, and he nods as an answer.

“ Well, have you seen it? Or the wind. Can you see the wind? ” He bites his inner cheek as he thinks, and tilt his head to the side.

“ I guess you’re right. ” He gives me one more of his charming, breathtaking, heart racing, shiver through my body, goosebumps on my skin, smile, and my knees go weak again. Oh dear Sweet Jesus!

* Damn, Apollo, how the Hell will my body react when I'll make love to him? Will I survive? * I ask genuinely concerned, and Apollo chuckles, making me roll my eyes inwardly. I'm dead serious. I'm afraid for my life over here.

* Make love? That’s a first for you. What happened with f**k? * He asks ,but to my surprise, not mockingly, more like proudly.

* Well, he’s not a f**k. He’s … my love. * Damn, I’m starting to  become a romantic. My English teacher would be proud of me.

We go to the cinema, and I sit on the middle of the couch. Wherever he sits, he’ll be close to me. Not close close, cause the damn couch is huge, but not far. 

He sits right next to me and I freeze.

* Don’t get too enthusiastic. You’re holding the popcorn.*  Apollo says in an amused tone, and my mood is gone.

* You just had to ruin it. * I complain, and Apollo chuckles. But I can sense he’s also nervous.

I play the movie, keep my head straight, but can't help but look at him with the corner of my eyes.

* He’s so damn close Apollo … too close. * 

* Count the popcorn or something. * That’s his advice? Really?

* Who in the name of God, made you a God? Really? Who was it? And was he, or she, on drugs? Drunk? Suffered from dementia? I just can't ... Ohhh God ... * I sigh in defeat, and Apollo laughs. But really now, count the popcorn?

Hunt gets my atttention with a soft laugh, and the need to hold him, cuddle with him, kiss him, become one with him, grows with each passing second, and I realize that my grip on the bowl becomes harder and harder, and I loosen it, because it’s gonna break if I squeeze it just a tad tighter.

Very fast, but also slowly, the movie is about to end, and I get a little startled when out of nowhere, he jumps to his feet and looks at me with a desperate look in his emerald eyes.

“ Do you know where my backpack is? ” His voice matches his look, and I realize that he remembered that he has to take his meds.

Here comes the first stage of panic.

“ In the car. ” I answer calmly, and he bolts out of the room. I follow him, 'cause I’ll need to calm him down.

* You should calm down yourself, Daemon. You’re shaking. Now, relax, you can do this. *

*Ok. But don’t f**k with me now. Ok?* I plead with all I've got.

* I won’t. We need to work together. Like in the battlefield. * Apollo’s words calms me a little, and I take deep breaths of air.

“ f**k!!! ” Hunt’s loud, and frustrated voice echoes the forest, and he comes fast towards the cabin. Here we go.

Without acknowledging me, he goes into the kitchen and looks all over the place, on the floor, on the kitchen island, on the stools, even in the drawers.

Stage two of panic.

“ Hunt, are you ok? ” I ask in a calm and smooth voice, and he shakes his head almost violently.

“ No. Have you seen a box with black pills? ” He asks me with a voice laced with worry, plead, and desperation, breaking my heart.

For the greater good.

“ No. Are they important? ” I ask as if I have no idea why he's so panicked, and he nods his head furiously.

“ Very. Help me find them. Otherwise we’re in trouble. ” He says with a very worried, but also apologetic expression, and I go to him and take his hand in mine. 

The electroshocks hit our bodies hard, and he wants to take his hand away, but I tighten my grip. Every sense starts to heighten, and he looks at me confused and panicked.

I can hear his his heart beating faster than any heart I ever heard, and the worry and panic in his eyes grows with every passing second, breaking my heart into small pieces. But he has to go through this so we can be finally happy.

“ Hunt, relax. You’re ok. ” I say with a smile, and squeeze his hand reassuringly, but he shakes his head.

“ I’m not, Daemon. I’m bipolar, I have panic attacks, anger problems, a lot of mental problems. I could hurt you. I need my meds. ” His voice is low, and I can feel his aura. He’s ashamed, worried, and the unshed tears from his gorgeous emerald eyes makes them shine brighter than the sun itself. 

I go closer and cup his face in my hands, then smile at him.

“ I’m not afraid of you, Hunt. And it may be hard to believe, but I don’t think you have any mental problems. ” He chuckles lightly in disbelief, and a tear rolls down his gorgeous face. Ohhh, God, this hurts.

“ I do. I always had. I hear voices, Daemon. ” He admits while he avoids my gaze, clearly ashamed, and afraid that I'll judge him.

“ Do you hear voices now? ” He nods, and starts biting his lip nervously.

* That’s Morrigan. I can talk to her as well. * Apollo explains, and I make Hunt look at me.

" What does that voice tell you? " I ask in a calm and steady voice, and he shakes his head as if he doesn’t want to tell me, then he suddenly pulls away and covers his ears with his hands.

“ Shut up! I won’t! He doesn't want to! ” He screams and let himself fall on the ground with his knees to his chest, but not losing his grip on his ears.

* What does Morrigan tells him to do?* Apollo take a few seconds before he answers, and I go to Hunt and sit in front of him on my knees.

* She tells him that you’re his mate, and he should kiss you. *

* I appreciate the help, but tell her to stop talking for now. * Apollo goes silent again, and after a few seconds Hunt takes his hands off his ears, and sighs hard in relief.

“ Are you better? ” I ask him in a soothing voice, and he nods, then wipes his tears while he looks away.

“ I’m sorry. I thought that I have my meds with me. ” He apologies while another round of tears fall from his gorgeous eyes, and my heart literally breaks. I can hear the damn cracks.

“ Don’t cry please. You’re killing me. ” He looks at me confused, and I take his hands in mine. I feel the panic in him, the shame, the anxiety, fact that makes my blood boil, and makes me wanna shift, go to his mom's house and tear her into pieces.

“ Let me tell you something. ” I say with a smile, and he looks at me expectantly.

“ I also hear voices. Ok, one voice. It’s the voice of a very annoying guy. Not guy. He’s the God of wolfs. But that doesn’t make him less annoying. ” He lets his head down, and whispers under his breath.

“ You don’t have to lie to me. I know I’m sick. ” I put two fingers under his chin and lift it, making him look at me.

“ I’m not lying. And if you want, I can prove it to you. ” He tilts his head to the right, furrows his perfect eyebrows, and looks at me like I just grew another head.

“ Are you also bipolar? ” I chuckle, and shake my head.

“ The voice you hear is the voice of Morrigan. The Goddess of wolves. And I know that she told you that I’m your mate, and that you should kiss me. ” His eyes went wide, and he froze. His breath stopped, and his heart starts hammering in his chest.

* Kid,hurry up with that explanation. He's going to have a heart attack in this rhythm. * I disregard Apollo, and start explaining, praying that he'll believe me.

“ Apollo, the God that guards me and drives me insane, can talk to Morigan. ” He shakes his head as if he’s positive that what I’m saying it’s not real, and it’s all in his head.

“Hunt, werewolves are real. I am one, and you are one. And I know that you feel that attraction towards me as well. Because you are my mate. And each time we touch everything is more intense, every sense improves. ” I try to be more specific, and talk with more conviction in my voice, but he shakes his head continuously.

“ I’m imagining this. God, I hope I’m not hurting him. ” He talks to himself, and again, I feel the panic rising. There’s only one way.

I lean in, and place my lips on his, and the world makes sense for the first time in my life. The piece that I've been missing it's finally in my arms. I'm complete, I found my purpose in life.

He freezes for a second, and even his breath stopped. I, on the other hand, I feel that I’m breathing for the first time in my life. 

I feel Apollo relaxing also, and we both purr in bliss, at the same time. 

Hunt finally relaxes as well, and starts running his fingers through my hair, and I take that as a sign to lick his full, delicious lips in between, and ask for access. He opens his mouth instantly, welcoming my tongue with his, and I start exploring Heaven. 

He tastes like popcorn and orange juice. A sweet-salty, delicious taste that I could live on for the rest of my days. 

Our tongues are massaging each other, exploring and tasting, dancing a slow walz, as if that's what we've done since forever. 

We both moan in the same time, and our hearts are beating like one. Exactly the same pace. Fast, but a soothing pace.  It feels surreal, it feels electric, it feels ... perfect. 

My body feels like it’s on fire, I’m burning, and my whole being is begging me not to stop until we both become ashes ,but I need to stop, because I want more, and it’s not the time. He’s too vulnerable. 

Apollo whines, and so do I. It hurts, and God knows that I NEED more, but I need to think of him first.

“ Did you feel that? Did you hear our hearts? ” I ask against his lips, pleading him with my voice to trust himself, to trust me, to trust us...

I pull back, and he opens his eyes and looks into mine, unsure and timid, and I can only pray that he sees the honesty in my eyes.

“ How do I know that it’s not only my imagination? ” His question is more of a plead, asking me to reassure him, make him believe. I smile, then cup his gorgeous face and look straight into his emerald eyes.

“ Because you’re not sick, Hunt. I brought you here on purpose. Those meds that you take, I don’t know what they are, but they suppress the real you. They suppress Morrigan. ” He looks at me with a sweet, insecure frown, and bites his lip nervously, and I can see that he'd love to believe me, but he can't. And I don't blame him, he's been told all his life that he's sick. That he's crazy. 

“ There are no such things as werewolves, Daemon. God ... I’m talking to myself. ” He says in an exasperated and tired voice, then sighs hard in defeat, and shakes his head as if he's tired and angry on himself. 

“ Ok. Let me show you that we are real. " I say, not knowing how else I can prove to him that he's not crazy, that he's special, that he's my mate.