Bottoms Up

[Chloe Mariah Reynolds]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4711/chloecodepicoota.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] set em up to knock em down Well, that had certainly been interesting, Chloe thought to herself as she barreled out into the dark parking lot and look around. Sounds behind her had her spinning about ready to defend herself but to her relief.... It was Nathan instead of the big burly redneck. She might be good but she wasn't suicidal and she had no desire to stick around and take another fist punch if she could avoid it. Opening her mouth to ask him where his vehicle was, the huntress suddenly found herself speachless when his warm hand touched her cheek. Blinking in surprise, she couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since anyone had touched her in concern... Even her own father. Thankfully, the moment passed when he started to lecture her on what she should have or shouldn't have done. “All right there, wolfman... It looked like you were doing a fine job when he had you by the throat. I'm sure you could have turned the tables right enough but I simply saved us a bloody body in the end game. Now, hows about instead of standing around here chatting... We get the hell out of here and find somewhere to hole up?? I dunno about you but I'm not real fond of sticking around and getting shot for my troubles.” Glancing to where her green viper sat, the raven haired beauty was glad she'd left her belongings in the trunk instead of in the room at the hotel. She had a feeling that she needed to put a bit more space between the bar and her before she fell asleep. “Do they know what your driving? You need a ride? I dont know if you should be driving and your welcome to come with me..... At least till the smoke clears in the morning and you can take your own truck somewhere. We could even hide it somewhere.” Just as she finished that thought, the redneck came barreling out of the bar with a roar. Swearing, Chloe grabbed Nates arm and tugged him along to the viper. Hitting the lock button on her keys, she slide across the hood and climbed behind the wheel. Jamming the keys in the ignition, she turned the motor over and then waited to see what Nate's call would be. “Get in or run but either way.... I'm not sticking around to find out if that rifle he's carryign is loaded.!” there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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OOC//No worries! I was just afraid maybe my post was overboard! LOL I tend to get carried away!

[nathanberwick]

The surprise written on Chloe's face when he touched her cheek with concern spoke volumes about her past. Clearly it was a rarity for someone to show they cared for her and Nate couldn't help but feel for the dark haired beauty. He could also relate to it, but thankfully for him he had memories of a loving childhood to hold onto.

Tossing those thoughts aside, it was soon Nathan's turn for a lecture. "Yeah, yeah..." He responded in a nonchalant manner. Although hell would freeze over before Nate admitted it, Chloe brought up very valid points. There was no denying they needed to get the hell out of dodge.

Glancing over at his rusty old pickup truck, Nathan realized they had a significant problem on their hands. "Fucking hell... that redneck does know what I'm driving and she sticks out a sore thumb." Pointing out his vehicle to Chloe, the werewolf hunter shook his head with a sigh. "I wouldn't get very far in my truck anyway, not after how much whiskey I put away tonight." There was a moment of silence as Nathan considered his options. "Screw it. The truck can rot here, I will come with you and find myself a new ride later."

As soon as those words were spoken that same large redneck came charging out of the bar in their direction. 'This guy just doesn't quit!' Nate thought with slight disbelief. Before he could even prepare his drunken mind for the next choice of action he was being tugged toward one kickass looking car by Chloe. Coming to a stop at the passenger side door, he watched the sassy huntress gracefully slide across the hood and behind the wheel. For a moment Nathan stood in complete awe with a smirk of admiration. That was until the mention of a 'rifle' reached his ears.

With a turn of his head, Nate glanced back at the redneck just in time to see the man aiming the rifle. Thanks to the the werewolf hunter's drunken state his reflexes were almost non-existent. There was no time to react. The loud bang as the gun was fired off was suddenly emitted into the quiet night air. What followed was a familiar piercing sting. Nathan's blue eyes shifted to his left shoulder as blood started to seep through his t-shirt.

Without a second thought, or any recognition that he was just shot, Nate jumped into the passenger seat of the Viper and started to apply pressure to the bullet hole. "Heh... sorry if I bleed all over your nice car." He stated with a weak smirk. Rolling his left shoulder back, he could fell the bullet rubbing against bone. [i']Fuck my life...'

[/i] It wasn't a straight threw shot which meant when they got somewhere safe Chloe would have to play nurse and retrieve the bullet. [/blockquote][/size]

[Chloe Mariah Reynolds]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4711/chloecodepicoota.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] set em up to knock em down It was a dog eat dog world out there. Chloe couldn't help but smirk at the pun that flew through her mind as she stomped the clutch and felt Nate hit the seat beside her. The sound of the shotgun blast, though, had her swearing and the metallic tang of blood in the air told her that her companion had been hit. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to see how bad it was as the asshat was coming at them with another round already in the chamber. "HANG ON!" she snarled as she hit the gas and spun the wheel. "It could be a rocky ride." With almost unreal speed, the viper shot out of its parking spot and a quick application of brakes had the back end shooting around to parallel the front end. Rocks, dirt and everything else spun a thick cloud of grim at the oncoming gunman and Chloe almost smirked at his startled expression right before he was hidden from view. "Take that you son of a bitch..." she swore, shifting the car up a gear and hitting the gas once more. "Try and catch us now you overgrown goat." Barreling out of the parking lot, the huntress narrowly missed another exiting vehicle but quick reflexes had them free and clear before the redneck even knew what hit him. With an ease that spoke of long years of experience, the sable haired beauty mainstreamed traffic and then took the highway towards greener pastures. A grin played about her features as she drove and she couldn't help a trickle of laughter that escaped as she checked the rear view and saw no sign of a tail. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to shift her attention sideways at her passenger. "How you holding up there, Nate? How bad is it?? Theres some bandages in the backseat if you can get them or I can find a spot to pull over soon. I'd like to at least get a town or two over before we stop but if its bad... I can find someplace sooner." she said, eying the blood flow with concern and sighing. "Did the bullet come out or do you need a doc?" there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[nathanberwick]

The sound of screeching tires rang out as the viper peeled out of the parking lot. Nathan was unsure what he should be more concerned about, the bullet in his shoulder or Chloe's insane driving. Arriving to their destination in one piece would most definitely be the preferred option. With a glance backwards he watched as the redneck was pelted with gravel and dust. Although it would never compare to the gratification of punching the guy out, Nate was still satisfied by the significant amount of pain the other man would be feeling.

Turning his attention out the front window again, it didn't take long for Nate to realize the huntress had no problem keeping perfect control over the speeding vehicle. It somewhat lessened his fear of dying in a horrific crash; somewhat being the main word. At this point the shoulder area of the wounded werewolf's t-shirt was soaked with blood. Despite his best efforts to control the bleeding it kept a steady flow, making the possibility of blood loss symptoms very real.

Hanging his head in pain, Nathan let out a low groan. Something was very wrong. He had been shot many times before and none of them compared to the agony of this bullet. The fact it was lodged up against a bone had nothing to do with it. The bullet itself felt entirely different. What the werewolf didn't know was that redneck asshole had shot him with a silver bullet. Even though he wasn't in his beastly form, he was still werewolf and thus effected by silver. Thankfully his attacker couldn't hit the broad side of a barn and missed the fatal area's.

"I'd be lying if I didn't say it hurts like hell... Keep driving though. Lets get a good amount of distance away before we stop. I will live." He calmly responded, downplaying his injury. Using his other arm, he grabbed the bandages she mentioned in the backseat and used them to help control the bleeding. "The bullet is lodged against a bone and unless you can find a doc that wont ask questions HELL NO to their help." Those words were followed by a pained wince. The color was beginning to fade from his face as sweat formed on his forehead, all symptoms of the silver bullet sitting in his shoulder.

"I'm going to track that ugly fucker down and end him..." He snarled without remorse while trying to ignore the intense pain.

[Chloe Mariah Reynolds]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4711/chloecodepicoota.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] set em up to knock em down He really wasn't a very good liar. At least not while he was bleeding out and barely managing not to swear like a devil. He was obviously in quiet a bit of pain and she could see the crimson pool clearly now. Thank god the seats were leather so they wouldn't leave a trace of the blood spilled all down them. "Bloody freaking Hell..." she said under her breath before shifting up a gear and applying the gas for an increase in speed. "Ok, we've gotta find someplace that the hunters aren't going to expect. I think I know the place and its near. About an hours drive by my estimation." Keeping one hand on the wheel, the huntress nimbly leaned over and reached for the glove compartment. Grinning a bit to ease the tension in car, she glanced up at him. "Excuse me... I"m really not trying to get fresh or anything but...." she said before reaching the knob of the compartment between his knees. "There is some whiskey in there or some potent pain killers my dad makes sure I carry. There's also some high powered antibodics. Take your pick if you want. Maybe they'll kick in by the time we get there and it will make things easier." That said, she leaned back up and speed along the open highway. Luckily, this time of the night, there wasn't much traffic on this stretch. "You concentrate on staying alive and I'll get us to where we need to go." With the absence of traffie, she was able to push the motor into a faster pace. The mile markers fairly flew by and she cut the drive time to their destination almost in half before pulling onto a lake road and up to a check in cabin. In the dark, other cabin lights could be seen flickering here and there but Chloe didn't pay them any heed as she gave Nate one quick glance and then jumped out. "I'll be right back." Walking towards the front door, Chloe pulled the hair tie out of her hair and shook it about her. Then unbuttoning a few buttons and pinching her cheek, she worked the presonna of a woman recently being tumbled in the backseat of some car. By the time she stepped through the entrance of the lobby, she'd taken on a breathless, vapid look that instantly made the couple behind the desk glance at each other knowingly. "Hello, dear. How can we help you?" the kindly mother figure asked. "Oh! HELLO!" the raven haired beauty chirped out. "Um.... My husband and I... we are newly weds and well.. we are a bit in a predicatment... See... I left him in charge of the honeymoon and he booked this hunting trip.. Can you imagine??" Pretending a look of great horror, the huntress leaned on the counter and gave the woman a "you know men" look that was returned. "But I told him that there was no way I was spending my honeymoon in a tree stand or walking through a bunch of brush. Big game or not... He simply can't expect me to, you know? So we decided to compromise and we found this pamplet about your lake cabins for rent. He likes to fish and I like to swim so we were hoping you might have one available?? Because ... I swear.... If you don't, I might just have to divorce him on principle." Laughing as if she understood totally, the woman patted her hand. "Oh of course we do, my dear." she returned glancing at her own husband who was smiling and shaking his head. "We are actually booked fully most of the summer but we had a cancellation. How long are you looking to stay?? We have one open for a week or so. Would that be long enough? Resisting the urge to pump the air in triumph, Chloe nodded happily. "THAT WOULD BE PERFECT! Is it set away from the others? As you know, we are newlyweds so ... We'd wish for some privacy." "Oh, yes dear. Its up on the ridge away from all the other cabins. Its bit hard to get to but it is great for hiking or even diving if you like that sort of thing." Nodding gratefully, Chloe spent the next few minutes filling out forms and handling the mundane. Then, taking the key, she waved at the couple and beat a path back out to the viper. Worry clouded her expression as she got back in and glanced at Nate before starting the vehicle. "Almost there, babe... Hold on just a bit longer." she said, pulling out nad taking the directions the couple gave her. In about fifteen minutes, she reached the cabin and eased the car up to the front. "Ok, we're here. Lets get you inside and see what we are dealing with." Exiting the vehicle, the young woman ran around to the other side and then eased the door open. Offering him a hand, she helped him from the car and towards the house. "Don't you give up on me now, wolfman. You wouldn't BELIEVE the line I had to give that couple back there to get this cabin all to our lonesome. " there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[nathanberwick]

With heavy eyelids Nate leaned back into the passenger seat. So much for good first impressions, here he was bleeding all over her nice car like a jackass. He found himself hoping that Chloe didn't view him as a pansy after it all ended. Normal bullets he could take just fine, but silver, well that was a whole different kind of pain. Despite how she might view him, and even though he'd never show it, Nate was thankful for the help. The dark haired huntress was putting her own safety in danger and word would surely circulate through the hunter grapevine that she helped a werewolf escape certain death.

Nate was just about to drift into unconsciousness when her words of knowing a place to hide out rang out. It was a relief, at least they had somewhat of a plan now. However, the news that it would take an hours drive to get there was not as welcoming. He was unable to speak out any kind of response to her words. Instead he just gave a weak nod of his head. With each mile his condition worsened, but he still managed out a chuckle as Chloe reached between his knee's to open the compartment. Regrettably, he was too wounded to fully appreciate the personal boundaries she had broken.

Leaning forward with a groan, he took note of everything she mentioned in the compartment. "Don't mind if I do..." He muttered out under his breath while picking up each object and setting them in his lap. Popping the tops off the pain killer and antibiotic bottles, he tossed a pill from each into his mouth. Nate then opened the whiskey and took a big mouth full. With a toss of his head the pills slid smoothly down his throat. It was a good thing the huntress was prepared for the unexpected. Once they kicked in, the pain killers would definitely be useful.

With blurry vision Nate gazed over at Chloe. The fever was starting to get to him, causing him feel pretty damn loopy. "If I pass out feel free to take advantage of me." He chuckled out but it quickly turned into a cough and then a groan. Catching the look from the huntress that seemed to say "shut up and save your strength" he looked at the road ahead of them again. The viper was moving at such a high rate of speed that there wasn't even any scenery to look at. Still, focusing his attention on something would help keep him awake which was a very good thing.

In Nate's confused and wounded state he lost all track of time. Before he knew it they were stopped and Chloe was jumping out. His hand still pressed the now saturated bandages to his shoulder as he nodded in understanding that she would be right back. Sitting in the viper surrounded by the dark wilderness gave the werewolf hunter a chance to truly relax. He wasn't the city boy type so the somewhat eerie silence was welcomed. His deep blue eyes watched intently as Chloe put on what looked to be a very convincing act. Although he couldn't hear what she was saying, he had some idea of what type of scenario she was acting on to get them a room.

"Fuck!" he yelled out while crouching forward. It felt like someone had taken a large needle, held it over flames for a few minutes, and then jammed it into his shoulder right to the bone. Something was going seriously wrong and he needed to check it out, pronto. Gritting his teeth Nate quickly took off his blood soaked shirt and tossed it by his feet. What he saw were blue streaks in his skin going every direction from the bullet hole. He had no clue what it meant, but figured it was just part of the reaction to the silver.

With anger at how much damage that redneck hunter inflicted on him, the werewolf slammed his other fist into the dashboard. There was no doubt the redneck was a dead man. Killing a "good guy" what was just doing his job was something Nate would have no problem doing. Especially since it would be out of revenge. Taking in a deep breath, he regained composure just in time for Chloe to jump back in the vehicle. Her words of concern were so faint and muffled, like his head was being held under water.

In those quiet fifteen minutes it took for them to arrive at the cabin, Nate was completely passed out. Only when Chloe spoke again did his eyes blink open. Knowing he needed to just accept her help towards the house, he took her hand and supported himself on her small frame. The werewolf hunter was still shirtless which meant blood was getting everywhere. He was pale as a ghost and sweating like he just ran a marathon but he was still hanging on. "You handled yourself real well back there. You are a special kind of woman, you know that?" He smiled gently at her as she helped him to the bed.

"The bullet..." Another groan of agony was let out as he sat down at the foot of the bed. "Damn... Okay, the bullet needs to come out. It's gotta be silver, that's the only explanation for my symptoms. Once it's taken out I should be golden after a few days. Do you have a knife? We could do it the old fashion way if we have to." By old fashioned of course he meant using a knife to make an incision, using fingers to dig around for the bullet and removing it by hand. No one said it was the best route, it would be extremely painful, but Nathan could handle it.

Taking another big gulp of the whiskey bottle he brought from the viper, Nate's deep blue eyes looked the huntress up and down. "Why are you doing all this for me anyway? Word is gonna spread you know... You might even make new enemies because of it."

[Chloe Mariah Reynolds]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4711/chloecodepicoota.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] set em up to knock em down Damn it. The man was burning up. Chloe could tell that just by the contact she had with him getting him inside. The heat coming off of him was almost blistering and she knew that he was in trouble. There was only one thing that could account for that sort of reaction and it wasn't a regular bullet. The fucker had come loaded for bear and shot her new companion with a silver bullet. That alone made her think that the asshat had intentionally picked that fight and he'd KNOWN that Nathan was there. That spoke of a snake in the grass and Chloe had never been known for her patience with cowards. It was one thing to take out an opponent that was on the prowl and ready for a fight.... It was a total different thing to bush whack them. Her opponents always had the benefit of knowing she was coming before they got a bullet at least. Call it her own fucked up sense of morals or honor. It might get her killed someday but at least she'd go out knowing that she'd done the right thing instead of being praised for a bravery she didn't have. The idiot back at the bar probably kicked puppies and took candy from kids too with his screwed up sense of right and wrong. Reaching the cabin door, Chloe supported Nates weight the best she could and helped him to the bed. His comment about being a special woman had a chuckle escaping her even as she eased him down. "You think?? Most men tell me I'm a real pain in the ass. I tend to scare them off after they get a bit of my sarcastic wit. Not many brave enough to handle an independent woman with a mind of her own." she retorted, giving him a wink before turning her attention to the shotgun hole in his shoulder. Blue streaks were already forming and she suppressed the flood of swear words that bubbled to her lips. "All right. Lets see what we can do about this damned bullet." Grabbing up the bag she'd dropped on the floor as she'd helped Nate, Chloe rummaged around till she found another bottle of Jack and a long, slender blade in a leather sheath. Pulling them out, she left him long enough to take the objects to the bathroom and grab up the towels there. Pausing to uncork the whiskey, she sterilized the blade as best as she could with the alcohol and then headed back to her "patient". Setting her things down beside him, the huntress moved closer and leaned into him to examine the wound more even as his words made her glance at him. "Why am I helping you?" she returned, frowning thoughtfully and turning her gaze back to the gunshot. "Maybe I just hate to see anyone given a bad deal... Call it my fatal weakness.... You might be a big bad monster during that time of the month but I've got a few friends that are too and they've learned to channel the beast... Just because your a victim doesn't mean you have to become the creature that made you one." Leaning over, she picked up the blade and flipped it over in her hand before looking back into his blue eyes and continuing. "Besides.. Everyone has skeletons in the closet and while I'm sure you've done some things you aren't proud of.... You seem to be trying to make up for it. That alone tells me that maybe theres something still inside of you worth saving." Then, shrugging a bit, she smirked and then stepped between his legs so that she could have a better angle to work with. "And if I'm wrong.... Then I can always hunt your ass down later.....As far as the grapevine.... If I gave a shit about what anyone said about me, I wouldn't be friends with Kayla Damara or half the people who have my back when it really counts. See... I long ago learned that just because someone calls themselves a "good guy"... It doesn't necessarily mean they are one. There are a lot of fanatics out there who will kill anything that is different from them and thats just a bunch of shit.... Why should a victim be sentenced to death because of something done to them? I have a friend.. AJ... She was bitten but she's managed to build a life for herself that uses her "handicap" for good even if its a bit vigilante like. Everyone has a choice and you can either choose to let your state rule you or you can learn to control it.... I mean, don't get me wrong.. I"m not a bleeding heart and I will kill something just as easy as the next hunter but I do my research before i take out an opponent. If theres a chance.. I try to at least give it to them. Maybe it will get me killed someday.. I don't know.. but at least I'm not becoming a monster myself." Working while she spoke, Chloe pulled the ragged pieces of fabric out of the wound. With nimble hands, she grabbed up a clean towel to steam the flow of blood and moved in closer so that she could see the angle of entry. Unconcerned by the blood covering the both of them now, she bit her bottom lip before saying. "OK, hold still.. This is gonna hurt." With a surgeons expertise, the raven haired huntress sliced through tissue to the source of the problem. Trying to cause as little pain as possible, she searched until she found the bullet and then deftly maneuvered it out where she could grab it with needle nosed pliers. Then, glancing up into his face that was surprisingly close, she tried to smile. "All right.... That part is done. I'm going to douse the wound with whiskey so..... If you feel like screaming... you might wanna grab a pillow or something." Picking up the bottle, she did exactly what she'd warned and winced to herself as she felt the tremor that rocked him. She had to hand it to him... He was handling this all rather well. Most guys would have either been passed out on the floor or crying like a baby. Whether she'd admit it to him or not.. That in and of itself impressed her. Stepping back finally, Chloe tossed the towels on the floor and then frowned. "It should probably be stitched but.. I'm fresh out of needle and thread. Being your a were.. You'll heal quicker so it might not need it. You want me to try or....." she asked, letting her voice trail off even as she met his gaze. "... do you want to just rest and see how it goes?" there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[nathanberwick]

Sitting on the end of the bed, Nate's deep blue eyes scanned the cabin's interior while Chloe was getting the needed supplies together. It was a pretty nice place. Not a five star or anything, but still a big step up from the places he was used to staying, which were cheap ass motels that wouldn't pass the city code for sanitation. As his tired eyes continued to take in his surroundings, a paranoid thought entered his fever stricken head. 'Could this be a trap?'

Maybe it was just the fever, or maybe having someone constantly trying to end his existence was finally weighing on his sanity. Regardless, Nate found himself questioning the dark haired beauties motives even after all they had been through in such a short time. He was completely oblivious, lost within his own paranoia, that he didn't recognize Chloe as she leaned in. His body immediately tensed as his eyes searched her empty face. He was about the freak the fuck out when suddenly his vision refocused. Now he could clearly see his companions sun kissed face and it held a look of great concern. For a moment his paranoid thoughts became quiet. They were replaced by Chloe's words, the response to his question.

Victim... oh how he despised that word. It was laced with memories of that horrific night, the one that changed his life and his families, forever. The night he became a victim to his high school sweethearts savage attack. Despite his hatred for that word Chloe used, Nate understood the point she was making. He had decided a long time ago that he would not mindlessly slaughter innocent humans like others of his kind. That is why he worked so hard to memorize which day on which month a full moon would rise. Knowing when the change would happen meant he could lock himself away before he would shed his mortal disguise. Still, he had his doubts that he was worth saving. Hell, it was the first time anyone had even said such words to him before.

With a hint of distrust Nate watched as Chloe stepped between his legs, filling the gap between their bodies. He was in an extremely vulnerable state with a woman he barely knew, it was only natural that he was a wee bit uneasy. Though seeing the huntress's stunning beauty so up close and personal made getting shot in the first place almost worth it. Noticing the smirk that was spread across her lips, he soon realized there was much more to be said in their conversation. It seemed she had a lot of experience dealing with the kind of situation he was in and it was obvious she had some frustration to release. Nate listened intently, he was more than happy to be the person she vented to, and it was in that moment that he realized he could trust her. There was not a chance in hell Chloe would have gone through so much trouble and shared so much, only to betray him.

"You know what? I couldn't agree with you more. Those holier-than-thou types really get under my skin. The choices we make and actions we take should define us." He responded while watching her work. Very little pain was felt, all in thanks to the strong pain killer he took earlier. As the blood began to flow even more freely than before, covering both their bodies, Nate felt a weakness flood over him. The symptoms of losing too much blood were a bitch and he was starting to experience them. "Do what you gotta do..." He muttered softly in response to her warning of incoming pain.

As the blade sliced through tissue, all of the muscles in Nate's body tensed to the sharp stinging sensation. It hurt, but was nothing compared to the intense pain of Chloe digging around for the bullet. His body ached for sleep to the point it was a battle just to keep his eyes open. However, he refused to pass out like a pansy and held onto consciousness. It wasn't long before he watched Chloe pull the bullet from his shoulder. It was a wonderful sight to be seen. Nate could have given her a kiss right then and there, but she was still between his legs and he didn't want to risk being kneed in a very sensitive area.

The werewolf hunter was just about to do something he did rarely, say thank you, when he caught her mention of dousing the wound in whiskey. "Psh, there ain't no way I'm- FUCKING HELL!" His claim that there wasn't anyway he would scream was interrupted by just that. Nothing quite measured up to the intense stinging and burning of whiskey poured on a fresh wound. Nate's body was in complete shock from the pain as he took the whiskey bottle and guzzled it down. When Chloe mentioned stitching he quickly waved his hand and shook his head before parting his lips from the top of the bottle. "You've done great, but I think I may very well die if you take a stitch to this majorly pissed off wound of mine." He stated over-dramatically before continuing in calmer manner. "Let's see how it looks after some rest and go from there. It's already feeling a bit better." Meeting her eyes, he gave a smile of gratitude. "I owe you big time. Where did you learn how to do all of this anyway?"

[Chloe Mariah Reynolds]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/4711/chloecodepicoota.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] set em up to knock em down Smiling gently down at Nate, Chloe could see the toll the whole night had taken on him. He was obviously fighting the need to pass out and whether he should trust her or not. Luckily for him, she was a woman of her word and she had no intention of trying to take him out in his sleep or harming him in any other way. If that had been her intent, she could have simply waited for the silver to do its job and then disposed of his body. That just wasn't in her though. Stepping back for a moment, she searched through the bag until she came up with more bandages, healing ointment and some wrap. Making a soft pad of the bandages, the huntress cleaned the area around the wound as best as she could and then proceeded to wrap it up. The blood seemed to be slowing so she figured that the gunshot was already trying to heal itself. "How did I learn all this?? I have a military father. He was special ops in the Marines and he raised all of us kids to be prepared for anything. I was his only girl so you could say he was doubly hard on me. In the end, I suppose you could say it paid off because I can outdo my brothers in almost everything that doesn't include brute strength." Pausing momentarily, she secured the binding and then tossed her things back in the bag. Taking the whiskey bottle with hands that were a bit on the shaky side, she took a long drink and then wiped her mouth with the back of her clean sleeve. Then, capping it, the huntress leaned down to tug at Nate's boots before helping him lay back against the pillows. Making him as comfortable as possible, she couldn't help but brush away a lock of reddish brown hair from his face. "Go ahead and rest.... I'm going to grab a couple clean towels and clean you up a bit but I'll try not to disturb you, all right? You've done good so ... just rest. I can handle things from here." That said, she left the bed and headed for the bathroom. Grabbing a few more towels, she wet them down and lathered one with a bit of soap. Returning to the were's side, she sat gently on the bed and began to wash away the blood. Then, and only then, did she allow herself to wonder what the hell she was doing. Seriously? Had she lost her bloody mind? Her father would be raking her over the coals right about now if he knew what she'd been up too. Not only had she taken up with a were she didnt know... She was harboring and aiding as well. She didn't know the guy from Adam yet... Here she was. She was a damned good hunter but that didn't mean if he suddenly turned ugly that she'd be able to take him. Somehow, though, that didn't seem to concern her. Call it her sense of premonition or just good instincts but.. she didn't think she had anything to fear from this man. He was obviously trying to do something good in the world and it wasn't his fault that his life had been turned into a bad Hollywood horror story. This wasn't the dark ages where anything different had to be destroyed and she was suddenly, fiercely determined that it wouldn't happen to Nate on her watch. Let the hunter try to follow them. She'd be happy to introduce him to the business side of her double barreled shotgun. Stupid people didn't deserve to breath, in her book. Wiping the last of the blood off of Nate's chest, Chloe sat back and sighed softly. Letting her gaze rove over him, her eyes lingered over the vicious scars that were evidently where he'd been attacked. She couldn't help but wonder what the story was behind it but she'd never ask. If he chose to tell her, fine.. If not, it was his secret to hold. With one more quick check of his wound, the young woman slipped off the bed and looked around. She needed to clean up but she needed to shower first. Returning to the viper, the huntress gathered her other bag from the trunk and then headed back inside. Careful to remain as quiet as possible, she made her way through the bedroom to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Since she was covered in blood, her clothing would have to be discarded. Damn, she'd really loved those jeans. All in a days work though. Sighing, she disrobed and then climbed under a warm spray of water. For several minutes, she simply stood there before scrubbing up and then climbing out. Pulling a pair of jean shorts from the bag, she slipped them on and then pulled a baby doll t-shirt over her head. Once she was clothed and hair brushed, she dumped her ruined clothing in the sack provided and then headed out into the main room. There, the job got a bit harder. There were bloodied towels everywhere and the bedspread was going to have to go too. That would have to wait though because Nate was still sleeping peacefully and she wasn't about to wake him. So she did what she could for the moment.Picking up all the bloody towels, she tossed them into the sack too and then tied it up. Carrying the bag, she headed outside and over to the trash barrel that was supplied. Throwing it inside, Chloe pulled out a set of matchs and lite one before letting it follow the sack. The paper already inside lit like kindling and soon the whole thing was ablaze. One problem down... A hundred more to go. Breathing an exhausted sigh, the huntress glanced up at the sky and realized that dawn was just peeking over the treetops. Rubbing bleary eyes, Chloe stared for a long moment at the brilliant rays before yawning and turning on her heels. Padding up the stairs and into the cabin, she glanced around and then spied a rocking chair along the far wall. Heading for it, she pulled it as quietly as possible to the bedside and then sat down. For a long time, she simply sat there listening to her "patient" breath before exhaustion set in and she curled her petite frame into a ball. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep with the rays of morning sun dancing through the cabin windows. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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Taking one deep breath in, a slow exhale followed as Nate prepared himself for the finishing touches on his bullet wound. He watched with tired blue eyes as the huntress got ready to apply the healing ointment. There was a sudden relaxation of his tense muscles in response to her gentle touch and the soothing sensation of the gel. He then noticed the bandages in her other hand and quickly swallowed down another large gulp of whiskey. It was time to wrap up his shoulder and he figured it would hurt like a bitch, however, that was not the case. Chloe got him bandaged up swiftly and painlessly, all he had to do now was let his own healing abilities take over.

'She was a military brat... That explains a lot.' Nate thought after hearing Chloe's explanation. Now he understood where her feisty nature and all that knowledge of treating wounds came from. With a weak smile he watched the dark haired beauty take the whiskey bottle away and guzzle it down. He immediately picked up on the trembling in her hands as they grasped the bottle. His smile faded into a look of concern. It was obvious the night had taken its toll on both of them. Chloe went from defender, to getaway driver, to actress, to nurse, all without any rest in between. It was incredibly impressive that she was still going strong, especially since most women wouldn't have been able to stand the gore alone.

After Chloe had removed his boots and helped Nate back against the pillows, a bizarre feeling came over him. Someone was taking care of him out of genuine concern. No one had even glanced his way like she did since he was teenager. The really scary aspect of it all? He was enjoying himself. Suddenly he felt the brief touch of her soft skin brushing across his face. Before she had the opportunity to retreat her hand Nate gently grasped her delicate wrist and gazed into her eyes. No words were spoken, they were not needed, for his deep blue eyes spoke volumes. Giving a nod of his head, Nate agreed to finally rest. Slowly his eyes closed as he gave in to his body's cries for sleep.

All other occasions when Nate slept he would be met with nightmares of the day he was turned, but not this time. The safety and comfort that he felt around the huntress kept those dark memories suppressed deep within. Passed out on his back, Nate slept soundly through Chloe's attempts at cleaning up the cabin. It was noon by the time the were finally woke up, his eyes blinking rapidly at the bright rays of sun that poured in from behind the curtains. Groaning softly, Nate sat up and turned to the clock on the nightstand. Just then he noticed a pretty little thing curled up on the chair a few feet away. "Guess it wasn't a dream after all..." He muttered softly to himself while starring at Chloe as she slept seemingly in peace. He was content just sitting there guarding her, that was until his stomach began to ache from hunger pain.

Reaching over to the nightstand, Nate picked up the telephone and pressed the number that would patch him through to the main desk. "Yeah, Hey- Do you guys have room service?" He asked the employee who answered. "You do? Nice... I'm fuckin' starving so can you guys just bring up some breakfast and some lunch foods? Yep, enough for at least two people. Oh and definitely some coffee, nothing special, just something to wake my ass up. I had a long night, not sure what our cabin number is, but it's the one farthest away. Thanks." With that said he carefully got up out of the bed and started to look around the room. "Shit, that's right. My shirt is still in the viper and covered in blood" Growling with annoyance, Nate soon realized he didn't really require a shirt. They were secluded enough from others and if anyone asked he could simply lie saying his bandage was from a new tattoo.

Walking through the front door, he gently closed it shut behind him. There was a wooden chair just to the left with an ashtray on the arm that was calling his name. Removing the crinkled box of cigarette's and lighter from his back pocket, Nate plopped down in the chair and leaned back. He might as well make himself comfortable while he waited for the food to arrive. After lighting the cigarette he took a long drag before tilting his head back and blowing it out. 'Chloe really did an A+ job on my shoulder, it barely hurts at all. I suppose being a werewolf has something to do with it though.'

Just then he caught glimpse of a truck pulling up to the cabin and it instantly caused him to go into defense mode. Did that no good redneck tract them down? If so he'd better aim to kill because Nate was not in the mood to show mercy. Thankfully, it was just the employee he spoke to on the phone half an hour ago. Standing up, the still on edge werewolf watched the woman unload the bags. The smell of the various foods hit his nostrils like smoke from a fire and boy did it feel like heaven on earth for a second. "Thanks, hun." He said with a polite smile before taking the bags. Always having to be on guard, Nate waited for the woman to head off in her vehicle before going back inside.

Being so preoccupied with the food in his hands, he didn't look to see if Chloe was awake or not, instead he dropped the bags on the table and began to take out the different containers. "Must have coffee..." He spoke out in a zombie like voice while popping the plastic top off the cup of joe. While drinking that down he used his free hand to grab an unwrapped cheeseburger. Yep, life was good. Feeling content changing between drinking his coffee and eating the cheeseburger, Nate glanced over in the brunette's direction.