It had been another rough night. Kenneth had to drink three bags of blood to sustain himself. The Elder werewolf’s attacks upon his prison and his mind were more violent last night. She had run out of the house and kept running. That had been easy enough. He simply dropped the sections that she had passed and created other sections as she entered into them. But that wasn’t good enough for the Elder. She started ringing doorbells and pounding on doors. Now being that in his prison world it was well past morning and into the afternoon it would make sense that a lot of houses would be empty but he still needed to create some people, a house wife here, and a guy on disability there. He even threw in a sick child staying home from school for good measure. That had confused her for a moment and her doubt was a well-earned reward for his efforts.
But she kept going. He was sitting in his chair sweating with the exertion of maintaining his world around her. He had never fought so hard in his life just sitting in his chair. It made him feel weak and sluggish.
He had no choice but to keep the dream world going. He couldn’t quit and it seemed that Ansuya was in no mood to quit either. He was so focused on his captive and his prison that he almost didn’t notice his front door open.
His mate, Natalia walked into his sitting room and looked down on him in his chair. Her hair was pure waves of blue-black water flowing over and around her shoulders. Her intelligent blue eyes studied him and her color and vitality had been restored. She was wearing a rather simple outfit today, something he would have preferred not to see on his mate but she was still her own person. She was wearing denim jeans and a t-shirt with an open leather jacket over it. The t-shirt did cover the whole of her torso however. Her breasts were accentuated by the flaps of the open jacket. She looked really good.
Kenneth found himself smiling at her through his own mental effort, “You look much better, Natalia. How do you feel my mate?”
The woman simply smiled back at him and gracefully sat down on the floor in front of him, gently folding her legs underneath her body. She looked up at him. “You’re sweating.” She commented flatly.
Kenneth looked at her and held her eyes. “Yes, and I assure you, I find it just as distasteful as you do. I haven’t sweat in decades and yet this elder werewolf is pushing me to my limits of control. She is relentless.”
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Natalia smiled up at him, “You knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I think you would have been very disappointed if it was any easier. These humans you trap so easily and they are yours, body and mind in moments, sometimes a day or two, but you have never been pushed like this before, and I know that you are enjoying every second of it, despite the perspiration.”
Kenneth knew full well not to try and debate her on her points. It was her ability to read his surface thoughts and emotions that made him take her as his mate in the first place. She had been very useful to him in the past four years. She was competent and clever. The fact that she was also beautiful had not been ignored. “Yes, that may be true, but in the effort I have been forced to drink more blood than I thought and I don’t want to raise anyone’s suspicions as to what it is I’m doing, or why.”
Kenneth looked up at the clock on the far wall, 4:09 the sun would be rising in another hour or two. “My mate, I am exhausted. My concentration is needed on the task at hand. I need you to get a double dose of the drug from the bar and go downstairs and give it to the werewolf.”
Natalia raised her eyebrows but said nothing. She rose from her place on the floor and walked past him to the bar.
Kenneth’s mind was now split between a hundred cars and families returning to their homes. Kids in soccer uniforms, business men and wives coming home with groceries, white families, a few black families, and even one Indian family with a few mixed and Hispanic people peppered throughout his fictional community. If he knew any of Ansuya’s native language, he would have thrown that in their as well, but he didn’t, so the Indian family drove by her as she continued to run down the street.
Finally, blissfully, Ansuya started to falter. Her legs gave out and she crashed into a nearby picket fence, ramming herself in the gut and giving her hand a nice gash. She was able to push herself off finding that her blouse had been ripped and a wide red scrape and bruise now cut diagonally across her torso. She looked at her hand and the blood flowed freely from the open wound there. Her vision became fuzzy and she suddenly thought, ‘Why am I here?” The shame of destroying her nice blouse permeated through her being.
She looked around the beautiful neighborhood. The sun was setting over the houses and the sound of children laughing and playing in the street echoed to her ears, somehow cutting through her quickly dulling senses. She felt a tear drop from her eyes as she looked down at the bloody, sweat soaked mess of her nice clothes. ‘What am I doing?’ It was the last thing she thought before darkness swept over her mind and body.
Kenneth heaved a deep sigh of relief and slouched a little in his chair. The woman was strong, of that there was no doubt, but he was winning. His effort had been worth every second of concentration focus, she was beginning to break. Those last thoughts in her mind were so forceful. He wondered why he hadn’t thought about that before. He should have known, but then he had never had any reason to know until now.