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Ballad for Fallen Wolves
Topic Started: Jul 18 2017, 05:00 PM (282 Views)
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Spike honestly hated owing favors; although, he hated not fulfilling them more so. In his experience they always had a bad habit of being called at the most inopportune times, but he had very few options in this situation. Being a person of your word carried loads of social weigh in this city, and to a lesser extent the world, so there was really only an illusion of choice in the matter. Besides, as favors go, being thrust back into the life of a driver/chauffeur was not the worst thing that had ever been asked of him.

The gig was simplicity itself: ferry the fare from point A to point B and back, on a potentially regular basis.

From speaking to his friend calling in the favor on behalf of a man named Demyan, there seemed to be a subtext that playing bodyguard might fall under his list of duties, yet for the exceptional fee they promised Spike per night he didn't care. It was guaranteed to be a lot less dangerous that any job the Association sent his way. Short of The Ten Dons wanting the fare dead, he didn't see this being anything more than a very lucrative cake walk.

Difficulty was further extinguished when his friend provided a luxury sedan to do the ferrying in, as well as a personal tailor to get Spike up to looking the part. Suits weren't really his thing, but far be it for the hunter to turn down basically an added gift for this job. At the end of a busy evening getting his measurements taken and picking out fabric he left the tailor looking like an archetypal mafioso in this city: a perfectly fitted black, silk suit, white shirt, mirror shined wingtips, silver tie clip and cuff links, topped off with a blue tie to match his ever-present beanie. All in all, Spike had to begrudgingly admit he was very pleased he'd been called in to do this assignment, for the bonuses alone.

The car was already virtually immaculate when he'd received the keys for it, yet he still went the extra mile to have it waxed and detailed in the remaining hours before the pick up. Spike knew the appearance of the building and street of the rendezvous just from thinking on the address. He'd never actually been inside himself, but in his past career he must have visited the area no less than fifty times. York Shin City seemed a much less daunting twisting maze of steel and concrete the more you traveled its crowded streets, so for Spike the varied sites were as familiar as the layout of his living room.

The hunter arrived at the condominiums exactly fifteen minutes early for the pick up, according to his new silver wristwatch, and decided to test out the stereo and heated seats for a bit. At the five-minute mark to showtime Spike popped down the visor mirror to check his teeth and nostrils for debris, then exited the car. Going over to the side facing the building, he gently leaned against the vehicle and started lightly whistling a cheerful tone to himself.

There was no call for it, but Spike felt a slight flutter in his guts like any other time he met new clients for the first time. Something about not always knowing what to expect and then expectations never being quite what you imagined just filled him with an irrational dread. First impressions were everything, so what if even after all the effort he went through they still didn't like him? Making a small fortune regardless of this would definitely take most of the sting out of this potentially disastrous night.
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A steady hand carefully applied make-up as yelling sounded off in the background.

It had become a common experience in the place she was living in.

At first she had been so frightened by it that she placed herself in the closet and covered her ears but now…she did her best to simply block out the noise. Simple eye-shadow was carefully applied while the mayjuu woman finished her work. Simplicity seemed to do the trick when appeasing clients, so she stuck to that route whenever she got ready to meet them. The plunging neckline gave a nice view, as well as she slit in the skirt of her evening dress, but the rest was a bit more conservative with the dress actually having sleeves and a back.

If anything, it was a much more classy outfit than what other working girls usually more. Demyan seemed to invest in her a bit, making sure that she was presentable and up to par with what her "Johns" wanted.

With hair quaffed up into a delicate bun, the wolf gave one final look over herself before placing some lavender oil around her neck and wrist. In a matter of moments she was out and heading towards the car that Demyan had told her about.

Apparently, they’ve employed a driver for her and the rest of the woman to ferry them back and forth from their “dates”. It seemed to be a cost effective move on their part but she didn’t mind as long as she got to her “dates” on time. Fixing her high heels, the elevator notified her when she reached the lobby floor. Pulling the faux fur shrug around her shoulders as she left, her eyes briefly caught a glimpse of the man that was to drive her. He looked young, probably around her age, which formed a question in her mind as she why someone would be willing to do these things.

But it wasn’t her place to question.

It was her place to pleasure men that had the right amount of money for her.

Looking to him, she walked over to him looking at the luxury car he was standing next to. “Oh~? Are you the one that’s to take me?” she asked him, eyes shining in the artificial light that came from the city “the license plate WQO-23-10478 seems to match but I want to make sure that you’re my ride.” Voice was soft, calm, but a bit playful, hoping that she had received the right information so she could get to her appointment on time.

The las time she was late…

It didn’t end so well.

Ears twitched gently as she awaited his reply. Hopefully what she was didn't deter him from speaking to her but it would be the first time she was ignored. It seemed that majyuu weren't common around here and that seemed to come with apprehension from people.

It was also something that Ylva had grown accustomed to in this city.
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When the relatively quiet of the street, if you ignored the rustle of litter and distant honking of car horns, got interrupted by the opening of the building's front door Spike nearly choked on a sharp inhale. He coughed lightly for just a moment as he regained his composure and put on a pleasant smile for the fare. The hunter's eyes rose to hopefully make eye contact, only to avert them as a reflex when he noticed the fare was a woman, an honestly gorgeous one at that. He lowered his head for a moment to exhale out a held breath, and with it the rest of his pent-up nervousness, then looked up once more to gaze into her soulful turquoise pools.

"Ah..Yes, I'm the driver." Spike stated plainly, still nearly mesmerized by her eye color. "I'm to take you wherever you need to go, for the foreseeable future, I think." With that out-of-the-way he moved over to open the back passenger door facing her and beckoned gracefully for her to enter. He had no idea if this woman was the wife or lover of this man Demyan or some other sort of VIP, not that it really mattered to the assignment.

The hunter made a mental note to curb his curiosity to a manageable level for at least this first evening as he waited for the fare to enter, then closed the door gently behind her. Spike jogged back around to the driver's side with a quick glance at his watch before climbing in himself. They were still making good time, and he wanted to keep it that way. With a gentle roar the fine tuned engine fired to life, bringing a smile to Spike's lips as he took them down the street and eventually around the corner at a brisk speed. It always seemed like a waste not to drive such an exquisite machine like it was really meant to.

Spike broke away from admiring the smooth shifting and hum of the turbo charged V8 in action to look in the rear view mirror at the fare. "Sorry, forgot to introduce myself earlier. I'm Spike." He blurted in an embarrassed tone, flashing a smile despite not knowing if she could see it or not. However, beneath the smile the hunter could kick himself right then. He was acting like this was his first time talking to a beautiful fare in the back of his car. Spike decided to blame the suit, figuring you get all fancy and one must lose the edge gained from dealing with all kinds of people in this city.

That being said, this was the first person he'd ever seen with ears coming out from the top of their heads....

After braking to a stop at a red light Spike turned halfway around to cast an eye her direction to make sure he wasn't just looking at a well-fitting headband or hair clips. Once the light returned to green he continued driving down the street just a hair above the speed limit, only looking a bit confused over what he'd just seen. The logical answer was that she was a majyuu, just seeing one in the flesh was not something the hunter had planned for that evening.

"So...I just noticed your ears, I assume they're real." Spike lead out with, hoping desperately not to make this anymore awkward than it had to be. "Do you mind if I ask what species of majyuu you are, miss? I've never run across anyone like you before." In his mind this simple inquiry wasn't enough to break the note to himself, but he couldn't help but wonder further if her exotic beauty was another reason for a private driver like this.

A potentially rare majyuu definitely seemed like someone to keep safe in a shady cesspool like York Shin, especially if she happened to be a mistress or something along those lines.
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“Oh~! That’s good! It does get a bit dodgy on the streets sometimes when I wait for a ride,” she said with a cheerful smile.

Her delicate hands were clasped in front of her, holding onto a clutch purse that matched her ensemble. Watching him open up the door for her, Ylva slipped on in, leaning back against the comfortable seating while crossing her legs. If anyone were looking, it would certainly expose an ample amount of skin to the on-looker. Lifting her tail and making sure that it wouldn’t be caught in the door, albeit wincing while doing so, Ylva looked to her cellular phone to check the time. It seemed like they’d make it to the hotel on good time. The majyuu rested her head against the door a little, ears slightly twitching every now and then at the little sounds she picked up.

It was a nice car, nicer than any other vehicle she had been in before. Clawed fingers lightly touched the fabric that covered the car seats while curious eyes looked at the finer details of the interior. Eyes then looked to the driver’s seat as she gently cocked her head to the side. So he was to be her driver from now on? He seemed like a very polite young man and his company would very much be needed. The taxi drivers around this place didn’t seem to care, as she was sure that she was being talked out of money. Prices always seemed to change.

Hearing him speak to her again, Ylva gave the other a small smile.

“Spike…I’ve never come across such a name, but thank you for introducing yourself,” she said with a light-hearted laugh, not to make fun of him but because she found his embarrassed tone of voice genuinely nice, “well…it’s very nice to me you, Mr. Spike~”

The majyuu woman was completely unaware of the other’s staring as she checked her make-up with her compact mirror. In all honesty, her “John” was more on her mind than anything. He had requested of very…odd tasks from her and Ylva was worried that she might displease him. It was the last thing she wanted to do because repercussions would fall back on her. If anything, the wolf hoped to get at least double her money from him.

The comment about her ears pulled her from her thoughts and she looked to him in his rear-view mirror. He was much more perceptive than other people. Usually they didn’t ask until the ride back “Home” but he seemed to be quite interested. He even wanted to know what species she was. A playful, almost flirtatious expression adorned her face.

Making sure they were at one of those red lights, Ylva leaned forward into the space between the driver and front passenger seat as she looked to Spike.

“Mmhm, they’re real,” her voice held softness, but also seemed to dance a bit on the coy side, “would you believe if I said I was a wolf in sheep’s clothing?” If Spike happened to look closer, he’d notice the unnatural hue of her eyes, the black claws that touched the shoulder of the front passenger seat and the subtle movement of her ears. In the past, she’d happily tell him what she was but…for fear of being scold for talking to someone that wasn’t a client loomed over her.

She kept her mouth shut.

“People usually don’t catch on that I’m a majyuu,” she said as she sat back into her seat once the light turned green, “you’re very preceptive~”

As they continued on, the lights of the city grew brighter as they made their way towards the upper-class part of the city.
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When they'd arrived at a another red light Spike was about to discreetly scratch a suddenly itchy patch of skin on his inner thigh, so he jumped a little when the fare stuck her head forward with him, as if she had sensed what was to go down. Her sudden proximity didn't help ease the embarrassment that clung to his throat, nor the distinct feeling of being this majyuu's prey. Still, beneath this the hunter felt utterly drawn in by her grace and charm, even if she was ultimately just toying with him to whatever end.

"Absolutely not." Spike replied with a chuckle to her playfully inquiry, not able to conjure anything witty to mind that wasn't a pass at her. He really, really would've liked to have used one of the easily dozen risqué replies that he came up with, yet that might've killed the mood. He was a professional first and foremost of course, so having some restraint came with the territory. The hunter let out a silent sigh of relief when the light turned green and she returned to the back seat, if only he could keep his mind on the task at hand.

"Thank you." Spike fired back at her compliment with a small smile, briefly basking in the praise. "Believe or not, I'm a professional hunter. Paying attention to details like cute ears and striking claws kinda comes with the territory. You're the first majyuu I've ever met, but I hope to run across more in my travels."

After explaining himself the driver fell silent as the brighter lights of the ritzy area of town unsurprisingly lead to heavier traffic. With the grace befitting his seasoned status, he still wove between various taxis, around packed tour buses , and past cruising limousines at a good pace. They were still making great time all around, but Spike knew even a slight fender bender further up the avenue could end that instantly. Driving down the sidewalk could still make up for missing time, as long as nobody decided to call the cops for him taking an illegal short cut....

Thankfully the rest of the drive went off smoothly with no outside interference, with the destination beginning to loom in the skyline with every passing intersection. The hotel's drop off section was busy with bellhops loading or unloading luggage into lavish cars, delivered by the small army of valet attendants bringing the vehicles to and fro at the whim of guests. Spike pulled into the incoming lane, but waved off an approaching valet before turning around to address the fare.

Extending his arm out to he produced a business card with a quick sleight of hand and a wide grin. "Here, call that number when you're done doing whatever it is you're doing tonight, and I'll bring the car around. Also, don't hesitate to call if you need my help for any reason. I'll be down at the hotel's bar and grill, so I'll respond quickly. " Spike rapidly explained, then turned around once more to move up into a freshly vacant spot right by the entrance.

The hunter only paused a moment to make sure nobody was about to sideswiped him when he opened the door, before jumping out and jogging over to the side facing the building. "Have a nice evening." He stated politely, as he opened the fare's door and gestured for her to exit.
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A laugh left her, filling the car with a gentle sound.

It was nice to have someone converse with her that wouldn’t say something crude towards her or make her feel small; a much needed relief from the people she dealt with daily. If her tail could move, it would certainly be thumping against the leather interior, but it lay still in silence. Instead, her ears were perked up in attention. As they got closer and closer to her destination, Ylva couldn’t help but look outside the windows. Her attention was immediately drawn to all the lights. They always seemed to captivate her even though she didn’t liked the city.

Looking to him again as he spoke, the majyuu’s ears seemed to fall to the side.

“A….Hunter you say?” she inquired, “I wonder why a Hunter, like yourself, is doing errand for…unsavory folk? You can certainly do much better than being a driver.” He talked about being able to pay attention to details, commenting on her ears and claws. He then said something interesting to her and made her eyes widen a bit in surprise.

Spike had never seen a majyuu before and would like to run into more majyuu in the future.

“Well, I’m glad to be the first majyuu you’ve met in person~” she said with a giggle, “I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

A stretch of silence came between them as he continued to drive.

When traffic picked up, a slight sense of panic overcame her. If this kept up, she definitely would face repercussions for being late. It wasn’t until she watched Spike skillfully weave in and out of traffic that the feeling of panic slowly subsided. He was certainly good behind the wheel, that’s for sure. Soon enough, the hotel came into view and he pulled right up to the drop off point for her.

A business card was given to her, making the wolf blink a little before taking the card into her hand and looked at it a bit, curiosity in her eyes. Spoke explained that whenever she was done, all she had to do was give him a call and he’d be there to pick her up.

“I’ll remember to do so; thank you very much,” Ylva said before placing the card in her clutch purse. Watching him pull up, park, and then walk over to her side to let her out. Ylva exited the car, dusting herself off a little and rearranging the dress a bit. As she stood, her head bowed a little bit to the young man.

“Thank you for driving me, Spike; I’ll be sure to give you a call when I’m done here,” she said in soft voice before giving him a wink and walking off toward the front doors of the building. The majyuu stopped a bit before the doorman opened the way for her, but it seemed like she was still stopped as if she was gathering some sort of courage to go forward.

And she was. And she did. Ylva disappeared into the building and wouldn’t reappear until early in the wee hours of the morning.

~~~~~~~

The call came around 4:30 a.m.

“Hello, Spike? It’s…your fare that you picked up earlier in the evening. The one you dropped off at the Ebony Swan Hotel? Can you…pick me up? I know it’s incredibly early but…it would be very much appreciated.”
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After flashing a wide grin and waving temporarily goodbye to the fare once she exited, Spike broke one of his fundamental rules: he let a valet park the car. In the past he always saw the value in always knowing exactly where your vehicle was after parking it and not leaving its care to a stranger, but for just this once he didn't care so much about those things. Again, he had to blame the suit, it seemed to actively make him nervous AND lazy this evening. Thankfully the one bonus to not parking your own car was having added time for other things, say getting to the restaurant that much faster.

Spike's stomach was grumbling before he even got a whiff of the fine aromas wafting out of the Ebony Swan's Bar & Grill. Not eating a huge meal before a long shift or a potentially lengthy fare was nothing new to him, but in the past he always kept his cab stocked with snacks in the front seat to stave this kind of rampant hunger. If he'd been thinking that night the hunter would've at least gotten a protein bar or two before going to pick her up. Hindsight could be a cruel mistress, yet a necessary one if you only had to take a beating from her once per unique instance.

Spike settled into an empty high table near the end of the bar and began attacking a bowl of mixed nuts before the waitress showed up. In the most polite manner possible he told her not to bother with the menu and to just bring him the biggest steak they had, medium rare and a baked potato, with a cola to wash it down with. Honestly, a nice cold lager would've been perfect to go with a hopefully immaculately charred piece of beef, but drinking on the job was the height of being unprofessional.

The hunter's meal arrived with a speed he could hardly believe, further exacerbated by how well cooked the meat was and the cascade of flavors that danced around his palate. In the end he stopped questioning it by the second bite, and praised the speed by the third. Gradually as the pit in his stomach grew filled with beef and bites of potato, Spike's mind drifted back to the lovely fare, and more specifically something she said that was bothering him: "unsavory folk"

He hadn't replied to those particular words while he was driving, but they'd still registered as somewhat off in the back of his head. Seemed weird that the girl of some shady character would go out of her way to point out the less than legal nature of so many people in this city. Then again, maybe what he was helping with tonight could be an unsavory act. His lupine fare was much prettier than the usual sex workers he'd shuttled around during his cabby days, yet it was slowly becoming apparent that was what must've been going on tonight.

Spike's appetite waned into nonexistence as he went over the evidence and still came to the same sleazy conclusion several times. Happening to stop during a shift and transporting a hooker on the street was one thing, but actually being on the payroll of what he assumed was the fare's pimp was quite another. The hunter just had to let out a disgusted groan as he thought about his direct contributions to this. Then again, if it wasn't him it'd inevitably be someone else driving her around, and potentially other reprehensible activities. Sex would still always sell, whether he took part in the process or not.

The hunter could only bring himself to eat a few more bites of his steak before abandoning the other half and paying his bill, tipping the waitress heavily as well. Leaving the grill in a funk, Spike returned to the spacious lobby and found a comfy chair in the corner to lounge in. A deep frown stretched across his face as he mulled over his options and the pros and cons of this situation. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to reach a satisfactory conclusion, instead only drifting off to sleep awhile later.

It took several rings of Spike's jazzy ringtone to eventually rouse him from sleep and to full attention, not bothering to check the time before answering the call before they hung up. "It's alright, it's alright." He rapidly replied, as he shakily rose to his feet and did a few stretches. "I'm down in the lobby, so I'm ready to go right now. I'll have the car brought around." Seconds after the hunter hung up he sprinted across the lobby and out the entrance to the drop off area. He didn't know if it would really help make things more expedient, but he gave the valet sent to retrieve the car a sizable tip.

Just like before once the vehicle arrived he'd be poised to let the fare inside, still sporting a wide grin despite the new revelations he'd come upon back in the grill.
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“I’ll meet you there in ten”

Ylva hung up the thin flip phone as she looked to the man that was busy transferring his payment to the website, even going as far as to book her again for next week and for the morning as well. They were always like this, night after night, clamoring for more from her and she’d do her best to give as much of herself over to them as possible.

It was something she believed she deserved; practically beaten into her for about a month. It was why she didn’t question whenever her “dates” became rough with her.
And this night happened to be one of those nights.

The dark mark against the skin of her neck, now blossoming into a definitive bruise, was a start contrast against her skin; didn’t help that her pimp “trained” her to like it and to react to it in a positive manner. It made her sick thinking about it, but what could she do? Plenty of times she disobeyed him, even tried to run once, but she was just severely punished and repeatedly told that they were the only ones that could ever take care of something like her.

As Ylva mulled over her thoughts, she gingerly dressed herself, careful of the welts that the other’s whip play had left on her already heavily scarred back. Once her dress was on, the majyuu reached for her purse, taking out a bottle of painkillers, the good kind, and took two more pills. An injury to her arm and tail from a confrontation gone south had led her to become quite attached to medication pills. The permanent nerve pain that followed after the injuries seemed to spur on the addiction, as well as her predicament.

It made her numb to everything around her…and made her think about the only good things that had happened to her. It was her lifeline.

Alcohol was her other vice; it made her feel like a different person when she was buzzed or even drunk. It took the edge off of everything.

Glad that she had taken a bath after satisfying the “gentleman”, who looked like she could be her father, Ylva was poised and ready to leave, giving the man and smile and even a kiss on the cheek. He insisted on escorting her downstairs, and Ylva did little to refute his request. The customer was always right, so they say. Letting him walk her, his hand on her hip as well as occasionally on her rear end, Ylva gave the man attention as much as he needed before she had to leave.

An extremely satisfied customer always meant that she was okay for another day.

It didn’t take long to reach the car with Spike waiting beside it. Her “John” talked to her one last time as she nodded her head in interest, hoping it cam of genuine, before he gave her rear a firm squeeze and a slap before he left. The majyuu held back a noise, scared that it might sound like an audiable moan than anything else, and waved goodbye to the man before looking to Spike and keeping her eyes adverted.

“Thank you…for coming,” her voice was very quiet and hard to hear over the noise of the city. Her hair was undone, long and trailing behind her in the miniscule breeze that seemed to find its way through the many buildings of the city, as she shouldered her faux fur wrap. That playful sparkle in her eyes, noticed only hours before now, was dulled. Most likely due to the onset of the medication, as well as other things.

Patiently, she waited for him to open the door for her and she fiddled with her purse.
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Spike's forced smile began to fade the moment the fare appeared, with what had to be her customer for the night still pawing her. York shin City was built and run by his type: reeking of money, legally obtained or not. Still, it was the finally degrading slap to his fare's ass that made the hunter forget his own strength for a moment, gripping the door handle tight enough to feel the steel start to give way. The bastard had no class, and that was what irked Spike the most about this.

Prostitute obviously wasn't the most noble or glamorous profession for someone to have, but one could at least show a little courtesy or respect to someone rendering great service. Well, Spike assumed the evening had been great for the bastard, judging by how he couldn't keep his hands off the girl. The hunter had to fight to keep his expression at just neutral, instead of the deep frown it longed to be, as the fare finally approached to get inside. He had to wince a bit once he closed the door behind her and noticed the dips approximating his grip in the shiny metal.

"You don't have to thank me, I told you I'd be there if you needed my help." Spike finally replied to her quiet words, once he slid into the driver's seat. However, the words felt hollow in hindsight with the information he now possessed. He wasn't in a position to really help her if she wasn't in her profession by choice, like so many working girls he'd given rides to in the past . The hunter had a job to do, and reneging on the solid called wasn't an option for his professional reputation.

Entering the main stretch of road at the time between most clubs letting out and the beginning of the morning rush left the pair on mostly deserted streets as Spike began the drive back. He remained silent through several stop lights and a turn into another street, deep in thought over how to play things next. "*Ahem* Miss, did you need to stop anywhere? Get something to drink or eat?" The hunter asked, fishing for anything that would make her more comfortable.

Still, this felt like asking soft ball questions or handling her with kid gloves, and the fare had been nice enough to him in the past to earn at least his unfiltered mind.

"Miss...I'm sorry, I didn't know what line of work you were in before I agreed to this job. I didn't understand what you meant by "unsavory folk" earlier. Don't know if it means anything to you, but I want it to be clear that I'm sorry for even my small part in all of this." Spike explained, looking in the rear view mirror when he could to judge her reaction as he went on. "I'm gonna assume you're not being treated like a piece of meat by shitty sleazeballs at the hotel by choice."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, miss."
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Ylva settled into the car, fastening her seat belt as made sure she wasn’t sitting on her tail. Her attention was captivated by the outside, her forehead pressed against the glass. Eyes closed as she took in some deep breaths; it was always hard to try and rid her mind of what she did to service men. It took a bit of time, but she’d eventually put it out of her mind and focus on other things.

It was the only way she learned how to deal with all this.

Ears twitched as she heard Spike talk to her. He said he shouldn’t thank her, but she had called him so early in the morning to get her. Most people would’ve just ignored a call like that, but he actually came to her.

“Anyone else would’ve just told me to walk home, but you actually came,” she said, her voice still barely audible from where she sat, “it deserves a thanks.”

He inquired about her needing to make a stop anywhere but she shook her head.

“Even if I wanted to stop somewhere, I don’t have money to get anything. So…no, but thank you for asking, Spike.”

The quiet stretched on as he drove her back to the condo building that she called “home” in this terrible city. As Spike’s familiar voice spoke up once more, the majyuu listened to him. He hadn’t known about her profession until later, it seemed. It looked like he was much more perceptive than she thought. He then apologized for having playing a part in all this. Her gaze turned away from the window and looked up to the rear view mirror. He seemed to be upset by her and what she was involved with. It meant that he truly didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

“You don’t need to apologize. You were oblivious as to what I did before I said those words.”

Her eyes softened softly, but they were still considerably dulled, and the medication was starting to make her feel numb and weightless. He then assumed that she wasn’t here by choice and she laughed; hollow and somewhat bitter could describe the sound, even though it still held that signature softness to it.

“Oh noooo, I loooove being treated like that, honey. It really gets me going.” Her sarcasm was noticeable but she stopped. The wolf shouldn’t take her frustration on someone that had been kind to her.

“I’m sorry…but I can’t really comment on that. The men always have some sort of way of finding out if I’ve been talking to people about my “situation”. I don’t…want to face them if they’ve found out if we had this conversation.”

Demyan, or his men, always seemed to know if she was doing anything to escape or talk to people she shouldn’t. They’d…do things to her to make sure she wouldn’t do it again. She had been a witness to one of the other girls at “home” trying to leave, but she was caught along with her love and made examples of.

The wolf didn’t want any of that for Spike.

Sadness glistened in her eyes for a second as the majyuu looked away from the rear view mirror and back to the window she had been previously staring out of.

“Can…we take the longest route back? I…just want to stay here a little more.”
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