Prince Faolan was beyond pissed, he was enraged. He wanted to put his fist through a brick wall just to release the anger, or better yet someone else's head through a wall. Someone had drunk all his coffee, smoked all his cigars and drank his best wine. And none of it was the cheap shit, he'd only stocked his pantry with the best to be offered, gourmet coffee beans, Diamond Crown Maximums cigars, and even the rich full bodied port that had been older than he was, was gone.
Well actually that had happened last week and he'd yet to send his charge to get more supplies, to many things had come up recently for him to worry about the small stuff. That was her job anyways. Money was not tight, but the dark haired Hungarian had yet to tend to her chores. And damnit he needed his creature comforts. She'd been so behind with the household needs, focusing instead on her attempt to get Faolan out of the house.
"You've been stuffy and in need of a good rutting like all pack animals," Anya grumbled darkly, her hands set to her wide hips and her expression a shallow frown of displeasure.
"You're acting like an old fool sitting in your office all day working," she busied herself moving around him and displacing the papers he was trying to finish up, "By the time I get dinner ready, you're still working."
With a sigh, she pulled the pen from his grip, set her hand on the back of his chair and half swiveled it around to face her, "Hardly eating a thing all day is not good."
An attempt to turn back around and reach for his papers was met with a sound smack to the hand as she glared at him.
"All right, shit Anya." Faolan growled back in frustration finally giving up any effort or thoughts of more work. "I get it. I'll go out."
Her expression quickly changed, her dark brown eyes lighting up with joy and affection "You're still a growing wolf and will need your strength," Her Hungarian accent came out when she spoke sternly but she was still happy that he'd conceded..
"You're a human, what would you know of strength?" A growl edged his voice He glared at her, his eyes narrowing in a threatening manner...
"Enough to know that menacing look in your eyes is full of shit." She spat out, half tempted to hit him upside the back of the head.
"You're a Protector. Whether you like it or not, your duty is to protect. But that doesn't mean you have to neglect your own personal needs," her hand settled once again firmly on his shoulder. She leaned forward, the sweep of her dark hair falling over her shoulder and brushing his face as she offered him a small smile.
"I keep hearing noises about the Fae wanting to take over this world and rule it, which can't happen as you know," Her features had sharpened in apparent dislike and anger.
Her cheek brushed against his. Faolan sighed deeply, taking the offered solace and comfort in her simple touches, "I know. The damned faeries need to get real lives like everyone else and learn to share."
Faolan leaned back in his office chair, let the soft groan of the leather fill his senses as he propped his feet up on his oak desk. Leaning back further and closed his eyes, he tried to let his thoughts drift away from troubles.
"Noble duty and all," She spoke quietly, smoothing a hand along his brow and trying to rid him of the deep furrow that had formed there.
"Some days I just want to wish the world away." He looked tired, worn in a way that hurt her heart. She knew more than anybody that he needed a good distraction, something to take the weight off his shoulder for a little while.
Anya pressed her lips tenderly to his temple before moving to stand beside him Kneeling down beside his outstretched legs, she looked up at him, "I know, my prince. I know."
Her hand moved down to rested on his muscular thigh.
His hair stood on edge with the contact from her fingers, an electricity seemed to flow from her hand and into his body, alerting his senses to her presence and easing him all at the same time.. Something about her touch was comforting in a motherly way that made her off limits as someone to sate his primal desires. He briefly remembered the day he found her, cold, dirty and hungry on the streets in San Francisco.
She'd seen him for what he was a cold blooded killer but had bucked against him when he'd threatened to end her pathetic life. He'd always wondered how she'd known, but had never bothered to ask her. Some days he wondered if she really was human after all, or there was a touch of something else inside her. Her 'feminine intuition' was nothing short of amazing.
* * *
He bared his fangs and snarled, a sound no human throat should have been able to make..
She stood, dusted herself off brushing wisps of oily hair out of her wide and fearless eyes before walking up to him and brazenly punching him in the throat.
The blow hurt, made him cough and sputter, spitting blood. He glared angrily at her but stopped, taking a step back as he glanced over her. One look at her and he realized she was trembling in what smelled like fear. Even her breaths were nothing but labored pants.
"Come at me again you pathetic bum," she shouted in defiance.
Striding towards him in a mix of confidence and uncertainty, she hit him again in the chest, trying to provoke him further.
The blow didn't hurt nearly as much as being punched in the neck. For a human, she was strong. She had a real spark in her.
"I know what you are," she uttered breathlessly, falling to her knees. "Just have mercy on me if you're going to kill me."
Her eyes closed, a silence falling around her as if she were preparing for death.
"Protectors don't actually kill humans," he spoke into the heavy silence, his voice rough and indifferent.
He wanted to smirk at the shocked expression, the widening of her eyes further as she raised her head to look at him through a curtain of dark hair. It was kind of amusing, toying with the woman, but something inside him seemed to soften at the horror in her eyes as he bared fangs again in a faint toothy grin.
Hs race, the wolves had been chosen by some higher power to keep things in this world and others in check. Protecting the humans from their own general stupidity he could not fully do, no one could. But his race of wolves was strong enough to hold their own against the Fae, other creatures, and some magicians.
For hundreds of years they'd protected humanity, silently. Keeping to themselves in the midst of the World Wars, .they'd had sleuths and assassins in place when Hitler had conquered much of Europe to keep the UnSeelie away from him. Again when Hussein rose to power, the Protectors had been called into play.
Prince Faolan didn't know where his orders came from, other then the contact to the Goddess, but in truth he didn't really care. He knew his duty and accepted it for the greater good. It was his purpose and he didn't need to seek for another.
Even if it meant dealing with the useless scum of human society, not that every human creature he found was completely undeserving of his efforts.
He looked down at the stranger in a crumpled heap on the ground. She'd fainted, her body reeking mostly of fatigue.
Faolan actually felt pity for a human being. It'd been so long since someone had challenged him in a fight they would obviously lose. It made him laugh out loud before he picked her up and brought her home.
Slapping his collar on her, he'd claimed her as his.
She took to his lifestyle almost instantly, picking up the slack at home. It'd taken him a good week to break her in at first, between his patrolling the streets to keep things in check and other duties. (You do mention later about the same look on Millie's face that Anya had, so we know Anya was a pain in the ass at first too) Which included making sure he sated his lupine demand for lust on a regular basis; he was a highly sexual creature.
She'd handled his finances, paid bills, kept the pantry stocked with groceries, fed him regularly and occasionally satisfied his physical needs, though the moments were few and far between and only in absolute necessity.
For some reason, he'd allowed her to argue with him about his choices in how often he gotten laid. The odd thing was that at the first sign of him showing violence, she didn't budge. When she justified her behavior, he realized that she must have been what the Goddess had been talking about when she suggested a squire or companion. Someone who didn't take his shit just because he could become an eight-foot tall wolf that would keep him in check. Though perhaps he would personally have chosen someone less bossy and demanding; not that he apparently got a choice.
* * *
"So, where am I going tonight?" Faolan heaved a sigh as the memory faded and he removed his boots from the desk to better look at his ward.
"Where the freaks are," she almost giggled, her dark brown eyes gleaming with mischief. "A place called The Church. It's in Texas!"
"I have to leave California for another fucking Goth club?" Leaning forward, Faolan opened and narrowed his eyes on Anya. This wasn't the first freaks club she'd encouraged him to go to, what did she know that he didn't?
She absently twirled strands of dark hair between her fingers and nodded, her eyes lowered. "You're looking for more than a fuck, my precious wolf." Her tone sounded almost provocative.
"But why with those fakers? Most of those freaks can't take the kind of pain I like to give out. Do you remember," his shoulders tensed at the memory, his anger rising a notch, "the last little girl I had in here?"
Anya nodded in understanding. "I do. She was whiny and bitchy and your cock in her mouth shut her up quickly before tears came down her eyes."
