Gabriel opened the large windows to let the warm breeze blow into the bedroom. The net curtains wafted behind him as he turned and stepped away from the balcony and stepped back closer. He was right near the bed where Megan laid in wait. As on most occasions, it was Megan who instigated their sex sessions. It was the best way she was able to divert any attention away from Sanders being in pursuit, even though he was now in New Orleans. She could also divert attention away from herself being a vlad, not wanting to step into the sunlight and go “poof!”

Gabriel was easily swayed as his cock did most of the thinking for him. He’d always been a horny werewolf, and much of that still remained with him, even if he was human for the time being. He was excited about finding a shaman. He relished the thought of being a wolf once again, and that boosted his testosterone levels which, in turn, led him to be rock hard and able to rock Megan’s world. That was his thought. Megan, on the other hand, took a very different opinion on the matter. He was good in bed, yet she nursed other aspirations in her mind. An immortal daywalker was what she wanted to be, and then she could let her body go. Sanders would be rejuvenated, back to an age from his prime. His seed would flow, and she could bear him heirs that would take over the entire world.

Megan always possessed a different take on the world. When Noelle was around, she was envious like no other had been. Now it was her chance for payback, and she had every intention of making Noelle pay for making her sit out of the limelight, and for pushing her into the shadows.

You’ll be smiling on the other side of your face, bitch. This time the shadows are gonna fight back.

Megan massaged Gabriel's shoulders as she pulled off his shirt and kissed his neck. She pictured sinking her fangs into his tightened muscles, although that’d serve no purpose, apart from killing him. But, at some point, she might have to, just not yet. Gabriel served other purposes before that would ever happen. And leading them to a shaman was the first one. That would be the start of the end, or the end of the start… of something radically different.

Megan ran her hands over his shoulders and caressed the corded muscles in his chest. She felt the warmth of his skin on her breasts as she pushed hard against his back.

She pushed her mouth close to his ear. “Wanna do it on the balcony?” she murmured, very seductively.

“I don’t see a reason why not. It’s pretty secluded here, so no one will see,” he replied, standing and slipping his pants over his hips.

He stepped free from the lifeless fabric that his pants now made on the floor. His hand reached out to Megan who took his fingertips and swung her legs off the bed. Their naked bodies moved from the old, paisley patterned carpet onto the old wooden floorboards. The warm air washed over their bodies as Gabriel turned to Megan. Her back rested against the coldness of the iron railings. Her fingers wrapped around the curled steel as she writhed and slithered her hips from side to side.

Megan stared at the moon. That had been the reason for sex on the balcony. She wanted to watch the silver crested moon hover in the night sky as Gabriel plundered into her hot wet depths. Megan tilted her head back and spread her legs. Gabriel moved forward and ran his fingers up her thigh and brushed them over the peach-like lips that hid her sensuous arousal. Megan's long hair blew in the wind as her head tilted back. Her fingers held tightly around the wrought iron’s curls. Her lips looked perfect as she fixed her gaze on the silver glow of the moon and pictured (a younger) Sanders in the place of Gabriel.

What could be more pleasuring than that? Ah, yes! The addition of Tanya, sexy Tanya. The one who dumped Gabriel for something better.

Gabriel slid two fingers, hard, delving into Megan’s most secret place. She sucked in large lungfuls of warm air. She panted as sensations flooded through her body. Gabriel's fingers pushed deep as her womanhood clutched him and drew him further inside her. Her hand loosed the railing, and she reached for his head. Her fingers clenched around his short hair. Megan squealed with pleasure as she pulled his head toward her breast. His mouth locked onto her plump mound that she’d let slip out of her bra. His tongue swirled around the outer edge of her areola. She pulled him closer. His tongue flicked over it as she felt her nipple harden.

“Mmm, that's so fucking hot.” Megan half-lied. “Mmm, you do things to me Gab, you really do,” she purred.

Megan pushed down Gabriel's head. His tongue traced down her belly. She lifted one leg and placed it through a loop in the railing. Megan's legs spread as Gabriel's head neared her pussy. Her moistness was attracting him like a bear to a honeypot. His hands raised and he parted her. His tongue pushed deep as he savored the nectar of her sweetness. Her fingers pushed his head harder against the juncture of her thighs. She squealed with delight, this was pleasing her immensely, and she was always about getting satisfaction.

“Holy fuck, Gab, you’ve got to take me. Right here and right now.” She tugged his hair, pulling him to his feet. Megan pushed her hands between his legs and caressed his shaft. “I want it as hard as you can give it.”

Gabriel edged his hips closer. Megan held his rock-hard shaft against the doors of her most sensual place. He inched inside her, and then filled her hot depths as she dug her fingernails into the firm cheeks of his ass. Megan sheathed him with her wetness. She pulled hard against his skin as he ground his hips against hers. He slowly increased his tempo as Megan started to pant. Shallow gasps of breath fell from her body. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight. She fixed her gaze as she felt the vlad inside her rise up. She needed to control herself before she turned and plunged her fangs onto his body.

Megan bit her lips tight, and a small trickle of blood ran down her chin. She licked her face and tasted the saltiness of her own blood. Her body strengthened and she could feel the pull inside her, wanting to change. The silver-colored moon enticed her; its glow bathed her face. Megan felt it rise up, it was coming.

Shit no, don’t change… don’t change… no… no… nooooo.

“Gab, fuck me harder and faster like your life depends on it,” she murmured in a demanding tone. And to a certain extent, his life did depend on it.

If she turned, Megan had no idea what she’d do. The situation was new to her, so she could have the best orgasm ever, or she could tear the pumping heart from his chest. Extreme, maybe. Truthful? Yes, entirely.

Gabriel pushed harder. His sheathed rod pumped deep inside Megan. Her hips wriggled against the iron railing and her leg that was suspended on the steel loop, now quivered. Gabriel clutched her hips and sank his fingers into her body to steady himself. The sound of bodies crashing against each other filled the night air. Dustin cocked his ear as he heard from the side of the building, although they knew no one would see them.

Megan bucked with wild abandonment. Her ass was pushed against the hand-formed steel. Spikes dug into the fleshy skin of her cheeks. It hurt like hell, however, she liked it. Megan pushed back harder against the metal. She felt her skin pierce. The warmth of blood trickled down the cheeks of her ass.

“Harder Gab, I’m close.”

Gabriel did exactly that as he felt the heat from Megan’s body flow into him. His spine tingled, and the backs of his legs tightened as he started to judder in anticipation. His shaft drove deeper inside as he gave out a final scream of satisfaction. Waves of dizziness washed over him as his hips jerked violently. His hot seed spewed deep inside Megan as she pushed her hips forward to meet each thrust of his powerful hips. Megan moaned and groaned as Gabriel thrust, again and again. She felt that his coming was a sign that his body was spent. Her head tilted back as sensations filled the pit of her stomach. Now her body trembled and she looked through the night sky. She gazed right up at the clouds which moved gently, at exactly the same time as her glorious moment ensued. The golden hue that washed over her eyes faded and turned to a shimmer of cerise. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. Her foot moved from the railing as Gabriel slid his spent body from her hot wet depths.

Megan rested her hands on the railing as she regained her breath. Gabriel walked back to the motel room as Megan turned her head to the night. She glanced over the rooftops. An icy glare watched from the shadows. A shimmer of blues faded as eyes blinked. Megan licked her lips a final time and blew a kiss into the shadows, knowing she was not alone.

Kelvin was led through the small backyard and into the rear of the tall building. He heard the voom…voom…voom from the sound system. As he held the door for Maria, he felt the wood shake in his clutch. The woman led them upstairs and past the second floor. They went right up and onto a roof-top garden. She closed the door and the din faded, enough for them to talk.

Kelvin and Maria were offered a seat on an outside couch, and the woman told a scantily clad girl to go and fetch a bucketful of cold beers. She sat opposite Kelvin and smiled. She appeared to be in her late thirties, maybe early forties. But to Kelvin though, she bore skin which was smooth and looked pretty much as he remembered his Mom’s to be.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

“Kelvin. If you could remember me, you’d be a genius. You were too young when your mom dragged you away from all this,” she commented as the waitress came back with a bucket and six beers, sticking up from packed down ice.

“Who are you?”

“First up, how did you find your way here?” she asked. “Something must’ve led you.”

“My mom’s picture.” Kelvin reached into his jacket and pulled out the picture and showed the woman. “We saw the sign and came around back to ask about it,” he replied.

“I get the feeling you’re going to freak out in a moment,” she said. “That woman in the picture isn’t your mom… It’s me.” Kelvin dropped the picture onto the table and stared at it. He then looked at the woman and shook his head.

“You’re having me on. That’s… He pointed at the picture. “…my mom.”

“I’m afraid not. It was all done for a reason, and seeing as you’re back here, I guess you know what the reason is,” she said.

“Mom always said I was special, and why, I don’t know. I still don’t fricken know. We’ve only come to help a friend who’s looking for a shaman,” Kelvin explained.

Maria thought the conversation was better left between the two of them. She pulled a beer from the ice and pulled off the cap. She walked to the roof edge and peered down into the throngs of dwellers who were making the most of Fat Tuesday. The time had now crept into Wednesday, around about thirty minutes ago. Maria watched the crowd and then turned her back. It was a little over the top for her liking; she was more a biker girl at heart than something of this ilk. She listened to the woman and Kelvin talking, and the next reply was going to let the cat out of the bag, metaphorically speaking. At least concerning whom she was, and why she wasn’t overly surprised that Kelvin had shown up.

“I can help with a shaman though, you have to…” Kelvin butted in and said he knew about the Voodoo Queen and the cemetery. “After that, I'll help you and your friends. I presumed you’d come back to claim what’s rightfully yours,” she said. Maria’s ears pricked up and she walked back to the couch.

“So, none of this has to do with Kelvin maybe being a hybrid wolf?” Maria asked.

The woman looked over her shoulder and waved the waitress out of the way. There remained only the three of them, there on the rooftop. “Kelvin isn’t a hybrid in the exact sense of the word.”

“Well, he was born to a hybrid?” Maria asked, trying to understand.

“That’s not right, either,” she replied. “Kelvin wasn’t the firstborn, and his mother never turned him.”

“I have to interject here as I’m getting really freakin’ confused,” Kelvin said. “I want to know first of all, how the hell you know all this. Who are you?”

“That’s an easy one to answer. I’m your aunt. Your mom and I were twins, as was our mother, as was our grandmother, and as far back as you want to go. All females and all twins.”

“I don’t fucking believe it. You’re not going to tell me I’m a woman next, are you?” he asked, pouting.

The woman who was Kelvin's aunt (and who hadn’t yet mentioned her name) giggled loudly. “Of course not, you’re not a woman. That’d be ridiculous,” she said as she finished her bottle of beer. “What you are though, is the first boy in the family tree.”

“So I am the firstborn? I’m a hybrid?”

“No! You were turned into a wolf when you were really small. I think you were about three.”

Kelvin and Maria were getting very confused now —the door opened, and an olive-skinned waitress walked onto the roof with another bucket of beer. Kelvin asked how it was possible for him to be the first boy and not be the firstborn. If this wasn’t the way he became a wolf, then who turned him?

“What’s your name, anyway?” Kelvin asked.

“Caron,” she said as the waitress sat at the table and pulled one of the bottles from the new bucket. “It’s okay, you can say anything you want in front of Kelita.”

Maria commented how uncommon that name was. Kelvin’s aunt explained that the origins of the name were unknown, and it was very appropriate for the girl who was now sat still, leaning on the table looking at Kelvin. He had a strange feeling though, and he was not sure what it was. He’d never felt anything like it in all his years.

He scratched his head in confusion. “Who turned me into a wolf?” he asked.

Caron smiled and pointed at Kelita. “She did.”

“Hang on! You said I was turned when I… was about three.”

“Correct.”

“I knew her when I was a toddler? And how could she turn me?”

Caron placed her bottle back on the table. Kelvin leaned toward her as she spoke soft and slow. “You grew up together, and Kelita was the firstborn,” she explained. Kelvin almost had it in his brain. “She was born before midnight, and you were born a little after that.”

“Hmm! If she was born before midnight and I was born after, doesn’t that make her…” he started to say.

Kelita leaned forward and grinned. “That’s right, I’m the hybrid as well as your twin sister.”

“She's a bad girl. She's a chemical. Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic.”