Moonlight wishes (Chidera)

Tiber felt her more than saw Chidera coming. The scent of her was mingled with lycanthrope and blood. Some was hers but mostly it was someone else’s, assuming that someone else was the lycanthrope, It must have been one hell of a battle, she looked none the worse for wear but as a vampire that was her rough, night. She moved like a vampire so it was hard to tell what was going on, but Tiber decided he would not pursue the issue as they were just friends.

She walked towards him at a brisk pace, when she closed into his aura, He gave her a welcoming hug it felt like the right thing to do at the right time. The moment they touched it sent shockwave into his body he almost lost his balance and toppled over on to her. Lucky he was able to regain his balance, before she felt the brunt of his weight.

“You are definitely looking nice, but by the hint of blood perhaps you were naughty.” He said with grin. He took her preoffered hand, that little connection which would normally feel and mean nothing sent a jolt of energy up his arm. She was the first person to every have this type of effect on him. if he had any lycanthrope friends he would have asked them, perhaps some of his clients that he knew were lycanthropes and discharged medical would be willing to offer some light on this subject.

Tiber smiled wilted around the edges when she mentioned punishing a lycanthrope. It was pretty much what he had worried about getting involved with her, she could have a predisposition about hurting people. He knew from many sessions that when a person was mentally broken and taught to hurt others that it can take an near herculean effort to being some semblance of humanity back into that person. As that person can well and truly be broken, however that was only with humans. Vampires could be a far more complex task.

Even with that the pull that she had upon his psyche was undeniable. He was a moth to her cold fire, if he was serious with himself he would honestly admit that he was attracted to the danger that she heralded her every step. He could not do what she did, mainly because it would reopen a door inside him that he closed, locked, barred and buried the key to. The training and the reprogramming that was done to make him a Special Forces vet meant he knew violence and he knew death on a first name basis. It was this connection that his clients were able to connect to during their session. It was what made him good at his job.

She asked about his work, which was odd considering that was what he was thinking of at that precise second.

“Well I have a pretty full roster of daytime clients, and believe it or not, a few even want to see me at night. With all the preternatural communities being a mostly nocturnal group many in government are trying to decide to approve or deny night sessions. I being one the very few who are willing to take on nighttime sessions and the infected as well as any other preternatural has raised a few eyebrows.”

Tiber spoke in general terms as it was far easier to stay general and skirt hipaa than to speak in direct terms about real people. He kept to himself the fact that many though he was infected but just could not prove it as forcing a therapist to submit to a blood test without an incident would cause an incident if he was to raise a fuss about it which he threaten to do on more than one occasion.

Chidera bumped into his arm bringing him back to the here and now. He looked down towards her, to the area just below her eyes. His eyes slowly scrolled up to meeting hers, the pull within them was so strong that wanted to back away but he wanted to show her that he trusted her completely. Which was odd because it was their second if not first date. A slow smile crept over his face as he did not feel her jumping into his thoughts crushing his will or whatever they say that vampires did to those who looked into their eyes.

Tiber couldn’t help but smile. As she tried in vain to skip a rock. Watching it sink below the surface as the ripples slowly spread outward, he watched as the her face twisted into a frown. Tiber looked along the ground for a smooth rock, as he found what he was looking for used his free hand to scoop it up. Knocking some of the dirt off of it, he used his pants leg to knock the dirt off.


“Its all in the wrist.”

Many of the days of his childhood was spent on the edge of the ocean, just skipping rocks and collecting seashells. It was one of the few things that he remembered as a little boy that was for fun. With a flick of his wrist the rock skipped several times before it joined her rock under the waves. He picked up a different rock dusting it off much like the last one he passed it her, and pressed it into her hand. Slowly he moved her hand in the manner that he had just done, showing her the technique that he normally used when he was a kid to skip a rock. It was strange that with her he could just enjoy the simple pleasures in life.

To Tiber her laugh was oddly melodic in nature. It was nice to her a true laugh from her. It didn’t bother him that her fangs shown as a contrast to her dark skin. Her fangs shone brightly in the moonlight. A sense of pride peeked its way out from behind her shields. Which brought a smile to his lips. She forcefully brought her back under control, it must be a vampiric thing was the only thing that Tiber could think of. If he was laughing and enjoying himself he did not mind letting others know it. He had hear rumors that vampires had to school their faces and bodies to project calm at all times. He couldn’t even fathom something like that, except that it had to be some form of psychosis. To force oneself to has a form of emotional dissonance where as no matter what the situation nor what they felt on the inside was tucked away while they project a calm emotion. One day he would ask her about it.

Walking toward this large flat boulder she surprised him but sitting on it. It was actually pleasant that they sat at eye level, he had no fear of her “rolling” him whatever that term meant. So he would be ablr to sit and make eye contact with her, although the positioning was indeed precarious, if she opened her thighs and he was to lean inward it would project an image that was definitely different than what was the case. Not that he minded in the least, as it would be him sprawling in the lap of a beautiful woman, not that he had circles for it to get around in, however in her circles it could be problematic to say the least. Tiber decided to split the difference he leaned with his hands on her thighs where they could be intimately close and they could speak in low hushed tones. Almost close enough to kiss then hopped up on the rock and laid across her lap looking up into her face.

“So… come here often?” He said with a devilish grin. This time he was fully intent on flirtation. He figured they could actually relax and be themselves as their was no one close enough to them that they would need to play their roles.

Tiber smiled with because Chidera smiled it was as infectious as it was warming. He felt the strength in her legs, her skin held warmth within it so she had to fed recently, at least that was what the rumor was. That they became cold if they did not feed. It was an existence he was unsure he could understand maybe later after they get to know each other better he would have her explain what it was like.
“I only came to this rock because I heard a beautiful vampire hung out here. You seen her?” Tiber teased.

Tiber smiled at her again, he looked at the sky above her seeing the sky with her in profile

“From my point of view it is beautiful.” There was a warmth he felt from her. It was strange Tiber thought that Vampires were born cold, but from her he felt nothing but the warmth of home.

“Hawaii is a magical place. Its a place of home. Well at least it was. I left because I seriously was getting into a lot of trouble. The old cliché good kid bad friends. Got caught boosting cars, being big as I was I was standing around in some places I shouldn’t have. I was really just looking for direction. You know the story so I don’t need to go over it… so what about you how did you become one of the hungry dead?”

He asked honestly. He was actually interested about her life story. He had hoped that she felt comfortable enough with him to share.

He laid on her lap with his eyes closed as she recounted her tale. He tried to imagine the images that she spoke of, while he had seen many of the animals using the internet, there were many portions of her tale that he just had no reference points for. Africa was as it always was for him. during Tiber tours of duty he had been to Africa, he saw the poor the defeated the brokenness of the people. Perhaps in a different time there were strong but they have been beaten and the need the phoenix to rise for the people to unite behind. He was aghast at the brutality that she had endured. He heart poured out for her. She even as a young person had endured more than she should have.


His smile took on a different quality not pity by any means, but he felt the need to remove some of that deeply buried pain and replace it with something else. As much as he hated to he rolled off her lap with a small sigh. Being close to her was the best part of his night, it was the one singular element that brought his night together, but he would not feel happy until he did something. Looking along the ground he found two smooth stones. One was a pale limestone the other was shale. Not quite but it would do. He clean them both off. Given her the shale one he kept the other.

“Let’s call these pain stones. I want you to pour out as much of your unhappiness at what came before into that stone. Squeeze it tightly and really and release any pain you have into that stone and I will do the same. When you are finished because you have a few more years of unhappiness. We can bury them together and start fresh.”

He rolled himself back onto her lap, with a smile.

“Ready?”

He closed his eyes and thought of his many regrets from missing his grandmothers last days because he was serving to going with his friends and being infected. He poured all of that regret into the rock and he just waited for Chidera.