[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

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And some say in a world of lies the only hope is on the outside of the tunnel. Some say that you have to pass through that shitty bog before you become 'one with nature' and all that crap. Personally, Kate Vanhoute didn't believe in that junk. Her fantastic idea of fate was when you happened to walk down the street and a hot dog shop didn't have a line, not anything about karma or dharma or whatever. But then again, she thought it was karma or dharma or whatever when she was patrolling the concrete by the shops in Jager territory. She hadn't had some good action in a long time, and suddenly there was a voice piercing the crowd, someone shouting something. Kate thought she heard the word 'purse', but she was already running. After all, this was what cops were for, right? Her shoes pounded against the sidewalk, arms pumping to gather more speed than a human could possibly achieve. Her dark, full hair was yanked back out of her face and into a ponytail mid-sprint. Her freshly painted nails dug into her pale palms as she rocketed towards a heavyset guy running out in front of her, something clutched in his meaty fist. Her first thought was, Holy shit, how can he get his fat ass moving that fast? A second later, she realized he wasn't moving really fast and the world was just moving sort of slower.

Oh crap.

Adrenaline was always Kate's main phasing trigger, and since she was so pumped to catch this thief, her stomach was practically oozing the hormone. She felt like she was moving through mud, and her vision blurred momentarily before she snapped back into the drivers seat. She slowed down painfully, stopping just short of three yards away from him. A woman was frantically running towards her, off balance in her high heels, shopping bags a-clattering. She placed her hands on her hips and took a few deep breaths, suddenly feeling the heat of the waning autumn sun in her black uniform. "Well, shit," she murmured to herself, not ready to have to deal with this lady. She wasn't finished with that criminal yet.
"HEY! HELP! HELP!" the woman shouted, waving her arms, achieving looking like a chicken on crack.

Kate held out her palm to the lady, trying to calm her terrified mind down. "Tuck it in, Ma'am." Her voice was calm but had an edge. She peered around the woman's shoulder, spotting the guy still sprinting down the block. People were yelling and calling 911. "HE STOLE...MY PURSE!" she puffed. Kate narrowed her eyes. "And I intend to get it back; excuse me." And with that, she sidestepped the woman and dove into her police car, jamming her key into the ignition and vrooming it up. A second later she was speeding down the road, making a hairpin left turn to catch the assailant as he jumped into his buddys old rabbit.

"Not on my watch, bastard!" she shouted out the window, squealing to a stop and getting out. The car was trying to start up, but was failing miserably. She yanked her pistol from her side pocket and tapped the butt against the drivers window. Slowly, the window rolled down, exposing a sweaty man who looked like the brother of the purse snatcher. "I'd enjoy you coming out of the car, if you don't mind, mister,"[/color] she spat at him, and they both came out and surrendered under her pissed stare and the glimmer of her gun and her handcuffs. After calling for backup to take them to the slammer, she found the woman weeping on the street and handed her back her bag. [color=gray]"Oh thank you!" she yelped.

Kate cracked a half smile. "All in a days work."
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[CORDELL NORTH]

SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS AND I WILL MAKE IT WORSE,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

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"Sir...? You do know that happy hour isn't for a few more hours.. right?"
The waitress approached the man hesitantly, the empty trey in her hands soon full as she took all of his empty beer glasses away. Cordell North glanced up at her as if to shout at her. Instead, he managed his infamous crooked smile and nodded, "I'm well aware of your hours.. but I'll be busy later.. and I needed to wind down." The waitress nodded, leaving the bill as she walked away.

Looking down at the triple digit bill, Cordell reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet... and his sister's credit card. Low? No doubt. The twenty-eight year old managed to slip it out of her purse when he'd seen her earlier in the day. Hell, she was probably too depressed still to notice. Maybe it would cheer her up knowing that she'd made her brother's day. Paying for his drinks, how generous of her. With luck, he'd return it before she needed it, and she'd get a wonderful surprise when she went to pay her bill. He glanced around the pub, obviously one of it's earliest customers. Despite it being early in the afternoon, humans didn't seem to go out drinking until later in the evening. But why? Because they were tied down with jobs until five in the afternoon, children and homes to tend to. It was ridiculous. A job, well.. Cordell came and went, working for his sister when he needed cash... which was up until a recent stock he invested in a few years back turned profitable and the warrior found himself with a comfortable amount of money in his bank account.

After paying for his drinks, which consisted of a variety of beers and hard liquors, Cordell stumbled into the bright light of the outside world. As the door shut behind him, he immediately stumbled back, shielding his eyes from the bright sun. Maybe he'd had too many drinks. Or not enough. Either way, the werewolf managed to stay on two legs as he made his way down the sidewalk. He hadn't been feeling like dressing up for a while, adorning only a white t-shirt, faded jeans, and converses. The world was lucky he had even decided to shower. Even despite his lack of effort, he managed to look attractive, as always.

It wasn't long before the man found himself at the shops.... in Jager territory? Oops. Rather clumsily, Cordell glanced around, wondering where he had taken the wrong turn that had led him onto enemy territory. He couldn't remember, and he didn't care. It was always a pastime of the North boy to press his luck. Afterall, they couldn't fight out in the open, with humans around. At some point, while trying to retrace his thoughts, Cordell found himself lying down on the grass. By the stain on the side of his leg, he assumed he had slipped and decided to remain where he had fallen. It was a nice day, and an opportune spot to observe the humans as they went around, shopping and gossiping with friends- at least until someone found him and took him home.

He watched idly, listening to bits and pieces of conversations going on around him, his concentration ruined by the shriek of a woman. She was only across the street from him, shouting at a police officer who had jumped into her car and driven off. Cordell snorted, that woman would never reach the robber in time. He pulled out pieces of grass, tossing them aside as he watched the scene unfold. When the officer return with the purse, he was impressed. A slight breeze blew in his direction, carrying the officer's scent to his senses. God, how did he not recognize her? She was a Jager. What fun. Cordell began to clap rather loudly as he struggled to sit up, the world spinning with every move his head made, "So glad to see law enforcement doing their job! Someone give that girl a doughnut..."
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DILATED EYES SHINE FOR ONE LAST TIME,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

Tagg: Kate Vanhoute
Words: 677
Lyrics: Crawl by Breaking Benjamin!
Notes: oh HAI. <3
Credit: xxrae22194xx @ CAUTION

[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

but i'm stuck in this fuckin' rut
waitin' for a secondhand pickmeup
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• • • • • • • •
it's over
i'm gettin' older

Kate was actually beginning to enjoy the day. The woman tottered off in those insane high heels, and she was just turning when slurred words met her ears. She drew in a sharp breath of anger, and with the air was the tainted stench of Latro. She stiffened, and slowly turned around, spotting a dashing guy lying, stoned, in the grass, warbling on about a donought. Kate arched her eyebrow, wondering how many beers it had taken to get him to come here, while she was so obviously on duty. Pikesville was her town - this guy should be in Seven Springs. If he wouldn't go there willingly, Kate would make him. "Is intoxication a physical pickup line these days?" she spat in his direction. She flexed her fingers, striding easily towards him, her gate swift and graceful. Soon she was standing over him, looking down at him with a digusted glare. "Shame. If you weren't high, I would think you were halfway cute." Her tone was low and dangerous now. She was seriously pissed - what was this lardass doing here? These shops - this whole place - belonged to Jager. Where was Damien when she needed him? Probably out being placid somewhere. He needed some freaking guts. That's fortunate, though. Kate had enough to go around.
He didn't seem to be completely incoherant, because he spoke to her. She snapped her wrist to her belt and yanked out her pistol. "Sorry, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to get your ass off the premisis." She bared her teeth at him in a feral gesture, and to prove her point, butted the tip of the pistol against his shoulder. If he didn't know her name yet, he soon would. The infamous Kate Vanhoute, the dirtiest badass in Pikesville. This ass better watch his step. Impatient, she wrapped her fingers around his arm, which was steely, and yanked him upwards. She expected him to stumble a bit, but she wasn't really paying attention. Her dark eyes narrowed at him angrily, her lips now pressed into a tight line. Her bulky, black police uniform would inhibit her if this came to a fight, but how could it? This lad was obviously heavily intoxicated, probably from that pub a few doors down. She brushed loose strands of hair behind her ear, squinting up at him. She'd said what she needed to say, now it was up to him to reply and haul ass out of here, or it'd get ugly and public. Little known fact about Kate - she hated waiting. For anything. When she was three, she had to wait for ice cream, threw a huge fit, and ended up costing her baby brother his life. She winced as she thought about how she'd flung the spatula aimlessly, not intending to hit Charlie, but instead driving it right through his ribs. She remembered the pain of that day, and shuddered, seemed to shrink inwards into herself for a moment before straightening and glaring at him. She looked at his face - he was quite handsome, actually. He had a brilliant face and features, with a straight jaw, nice hair, and very sexy eyes. She watched him for a moment more before glancing ast her feet. She shouldn't be thinking that way about a Latro. They were scumsuckers from the depths of the earth. No one cared about them, except to anihilate them.

TAG CORDELL NORTH
WORDS NOT CARING?
OUTFIT BLACK POLICE OUTFIT
LYRICS TO WEIGHTLESS
BANNER TO FLICKR.COM
TEMPLATE TO SARAH SMILE! @ caution 2.0

[CORDELL NORTH]

SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS AND I WILL MAKE IT WORSE,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

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Oh, he'd done it. The minute she had turned around to find him, Cordell knew he'd found her. Her. The police officer. The Jager police officer. He didn't know her name, only that the pack had a little extra distaste for the Jager. They said you had to drive through Pikesville with the windows rolled up because if she smelled you, she'd pull you over and give you a ticket so high you'd have to sell your kidney just to pay it off. It was only a matter of time before they would meet. Cordell just wondered why it had taken so long..

He watched as she made her way to him in a very hostile way. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had phased right there, diving on him, crushing his windpipe between her jaws... Well, he wouldn't mind her diving of him. She was easy on the eyes. In fact, Cordell was drunk enough to think that it would be a good idea to give her a quick one-over before she was towering over him. "Is intoxication a physical pickup line these days?" Cordell tilted his head to the side as he glanced up at her, squinting his eyes as the sun shined down in his face, "That depends, is it working?" He glanced around at the few people on the street watching them. Did they think she was going to tase him or something? Upon thinking about his situation, there was a high probability that they would get what they wanted.

"Shame. If you weren't high, I would think you were halfway cute." Cordell smiled as he brushed the blades of grass from his shirt and lap, "Lucky for you.. I'm drunk. Not high.." He pursed his lips, "You're a cop. Aren't you supposed to know the difference between being stoned and high?" When he lifted his head again, he found himself staring down the barrel of her gun as she brought it to his shoulder. If Cordell hadn't been such a tempter of fate, the gesture may have been enough to sober him up enough to talk his way out of being killed. But instead, the man lifted his arms in the air as he glanced around, "You know.. if you shot me.. there about fifteen people that would witness you shooting an unarmed man. I'm sure they'd lock you away and it'd be one less Jager mutt to worry about.."

Before he knew it, he found himself being dragged into a standing position. He stumbled around her as he regained his balance, his stomach lurching as he brought his free hand to his stomach, "Easy, you're going to make me vomit on your shoes.." No one ever said Cordell North was a charming individual.

Although Cordell's conscious mind was too drunk to take notice, he'd seen that look before. The look she had when her grip loosened slightly. Regret and sadness. She was focused on something, a memory. Hell, if there was anything Cordell should have done with his life, it should have been a psychologist or person who tells when people are lying... but her expression didn't last long before she came back, glaring icicles at him. Was he asking to be killed on the spot? No, but he did really enjoy messing with people. He wouldn't have done it sober, but the twelve drinks he had were enough to persuade his body to act.

Cordell used his free hand to grab the back of Kate's head as he pressed his lips against hers. It even managed to be a god kiss. Not a drunken, sloppy mess. With the way his world was slowly spinning, Cordell was impressed that he hadn't missed. Now all he had to do was prepare to be slapped, punched, thrown, tased, shot, or receive a combination of the unpleasant reactions he had expected.

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DILATED EYES SHINE FOR ONE LAST TIME,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

Tagg:Kate Vanhoute
Words: Lots?
Lyrics: Crawl by Breaking Benjamin!
Notes: oh HAI. <3
Credit: xxrae22194xx @ CAUTION

[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

but i'm stuck in this fuckin' rut
waitin' for a secondhand pickmeup
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• • • • • • • •
it's over
i'm gettin' older

"Eh, they're all the same to me. Either way, you're intoxicated and I get to slap your pretty ass with a gimungus fine." She watched him with an evident distaste, and as he spoke, it grew into a swelling column, building like bile up her throat. And at his next words, Easy, you're going to make me vomit on your shoes, she nearly spat at him. Her dark eyes narrowed at him, and she was about to perform the 'watch my fingers as I move them in front of your eyes' trick when his hand came around to the back of her head and he pulled her face towards him. And suddenly, he was crushing against her and she was briefly, totally stunned and exhilerated. And then she became Katherine Marie Vanhoute again, and she drew back her arm and delivered a blow so hard to his diaphram that she staggered backwards a little, out of his reach. She slowly drew an arm across her mouth, her lip gloss smearing the black fabric. Her mouth itself was half-open, and she stared at him in amazement. "You just...you just freakin' kissed me, jackass!" she bellowed, and her arm swung around again to hit him, which was when she realized she was under inspection of the crowd. Slowly, she lowered it, sliding it around his waist, wincing like she was being stabbed. If she was to drag him off somewhere alone, they had to act couple-ish, did they not?
It was torture as she slowly yanked him forward, her arm steely around his waist. She tried not to notice how warm he was, and how cold she seemed to be. She wanted to melt right into him, disappear into the folds of his clothes and be close to the heat he was giving off like carbon dioxide. They walked down the street upon her command, her legs and muscles stiff against him. They passed a cookware shop. There was a brand new, state-of-the-art spatula in the window. Kate happened to glance towards it upon a whimsy for pots and pans, and as soon as her mocha eyes laid themselves upon its glossy aluminum surface, she paled. Her face contorted into something like a spasm, and a small sound escaped her mouth. She sounded slightly like a kitten being stepped on. In her minds eye, flashes of that day reoccured. She was sitting at home, at the large bar stool at the counter. It was hot outside, and she was wearing a halter top that showed off her tanned shoulders. She held a large spoon in her hand, murmuring about wanting ice cream. But her mother was busy cooking dinner and told her she'd have to wait. A spatula she'd used about a minute earlier was lying about a foot away from Kate's hand. "But Mom! Can't I pretty please have ice cream now?" she yelped, just to be shot down by her parent. And before she knew it, her arm had zipped out and gribbed the handle of the item, wielding it in anger. She began to shout at the top of her lungs how life wasn't fair, waving her arms around dramatically. And then the spatula slipped out of her grasp as she was explaining just how big her hunger was for frozen dairy, and her younger brother had just toddled into the room. The spatula made a beeline for his chest, and she screamed and Charlie screamed and his mother screamed as it lodged its glittering head into his rib cage, and he fell and bled and died right before her eyes.
Some say that is what hardened her to what she was. Some say that moment in time, she became Kate Vanhoute, the werewolf with a reputation for being a volatile, cruel, asskicking bitch. Maybe, with every sucker she socked, she thought she was making up for a death she'd caused. Maybe.
She didn't realize tears were sliding down her cheeks until they swept into her open m0uth, round with horror. The saltiness of it jerked herself back into this realm, and she closed her mouth and wiped her eyes off, trying to be nonchalant, though she was sure he'd seen her. She took her hair out of its ponytail and let the curly locks drape over her face, hiding it from his view to avoid the embarrassment that this would surely ensue. She began to walk him quickly from the store, turning right down an allyway. That's when she backed him up against the wall using her body weight, pressing herself against him so he could not escape easily. She was well aware of how her breasts were creamed against his chest, but she tried not to think about what his drunken mind must be thinking about now. "Listen, Cordell North. I've heard about you, and I don't care if your that Latro bitch's brother. Get the hell out of Seven Springs before I chase you out."

TAG CORDELL NORTH
WORDS NOT CARING?
OUTFIT BLACK POLICE OUTFIT
LYRICS TO WEIGHTLESS
BANNER TO FLICKR.COM
TEMPLATE TO SARAH SMILE! @ caution 2.0[/color]

[CORDELL NORTH]

SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS AND I WILL MAKE IT WORSE,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

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A fine. Yeah, sure. No big deal. Not anymore. He could finally join the club of criminals, courtesy of Kate Vanhoute. So far, his plans had been going as he suspected. With her glares. It was obvious that she wasn't going to hit him in front of so many people.. not until he kissed her.

Was it worth it? Cordell would have to think about it when his hangover had passed. But that was the wonderful thing about alcohol; it always made everything you did not your fault. When it came down to it, Kate would probably blame the alcohol.. not him. But alcohol didn't come without it's own consequences, like slower reaction times. Sober, Cordell could easily have evaded her hit, or at least let all the air out of his diaphragm so it wouldn't have hurt so much... but drunk? He didn't stand a chance. Before he knew it, her fist collided with his mid-section. It was hard enough to send his world spinning all over again.

He was going to vomit. She must have broken a rib. Cordell groaned as he tried catching his breath, all the while, trying to keep the contents in his stomach in his stomach... and not all over the grass. "Damn." He muttered as continued trying to catch his breath. At least she didn't tase him? Although if he was lucky, the electrocution would have just knocked him out. This, this pain, he'd have to suffer through. He saw the shadow of her hand as she prepared to strike him again. This time, Cordell managed to force his legs to move out of the way... of a punch that never came.

Cordell raised a brow when Kate approached him, sliding her arm around his waist. She was going to throw him. The werewolf set his hand on hers to shove her away from him before he realized what she was going. He glanced around at everyone watching them. Aha.. She was playing the romance card. Why not reveal her right now? Well, what other opportunity would he have to be with this girl without them trying to kill each other? Besides, the fact that she was forced to was enough to make him enjoy the situation even more. Cordell took this opportunity to wrap his arm around her shoulders, setting some weight on her as he continued to recover from the blow. "You punch like a man... too many heart breakers in high school or what..?"

Cordell couldn't notice her position change when they passed the cookware shop. If she wasn't tense before, she was now. No sooner had her arm stiffened up that the female let out what could only compared to the hybrid of a squeak and a yelp. It caught him by surprise as he cringed, the sudden sound not doing wonderful things for the headache he was beginning to have. What was he supposed to say? It wasn't normal for people to freak out when they saw kitchen ware. Cordell glanced down at her, didn't she owe him an explanation? "Yeah.. the girl looking at the frying pans isn't good looking.. but you're just being rude.. not everyone was given the gift of good looks.. There's no need to gasp at her looks.." He glanced down at her again, noticing that she was crying. What the hell... Before he could say much about it, she quickened her pace and pressed him against the wall.

For a few seconds, Cordell considered letting alcohol take over again.. but the dull throb in his chest warned him against it. He brought his arms up defensibly again as he groaned. She was pressing up against his diaphragm. He set his hands on her shoulders as set her back a few steps, leaning back against the wall as he motioned to the sidewalk, "Hey wait.. you can't just freak out and expect me to leave without a story.. besides, I think you broke a rib. The least you could do is give me a ride home."

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DILATED EYES SHINE FOR ONE LAST TIME,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

Tagg:Kate Vanhoute
Words: Lots?
Lyrics: Crawl by Breaking Benjamin!
Notes: oh HAI. <3
Credit: xxrae22194xx @ CAUTION

[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

but i'm stuck in this fuckin' rut
waitin' for a secondhand pickmeup
• • • • • • • •

• • • • • • • •
it's over
i'm gettin' older

She punched like a man? He should wait until he felt her kick - her legs were much stronger than her arms, and she was ready to strip herself of this damn uniform and give him a good roundhouse that would send him flying. She decided to ignore the prod about the cookware, glaring at him as he drove her back a few steps, away from his chest, where he claimed she snapped a rib. Good. It would teach that ass to come waltzing onto Jager territory, smashed his mouth against hers... Now he was wanting her to take him home? She pursed her lips just as her cell phone buzzed in her pocket. "Shit..." she muttered as she realized it was Damien Lewis. Slowly, she flipped it open and said hello. "Kate? Where are you?" Leave it to Lew to be wondering where she was on a random day where she was harboring an enemy on home base. After saying she was on duty, there was a pause on the other end of the line. Then, Lew's slow, easy voice filtered through the reciever, the deep tones washing over her like a comforting wave. "Just be careful." And then he hung up, and Kate had the sickening feeling that he knew what she was doing, and he was leaving it up to her to do something about it. A hard ball of guilt settled in her rolling stomach, and she realized just how exposed they were here. She couldn't keep him here, where any Jager could walk right over. She closed her eyes and drew in a slow breath. "Alright. Cordell, I'll drive your ass home."
She wrapped her arm around his waist again, letting him once more use her as support of her drunkenness as she steered him towards her police car. She was too aware of his movement beside her, on her, and she winced with every step, like it caused her physical pain to be helping him like this. She walked him to the passenger door and practically shoved him inside, slamming the door and jogging to the drivers seat, jumping inside and driving away, just below the speed limit. She wasn't looking at the people on the sidewalk, but there must have been some werewolves there. Her hands were tight and pale on the steering wheel. She brushed some of her hair behind her ear, the silence eating at her. "You wanted to know what happened back at the shop," she said, rushing before she could stop herself. Her words were tinged with unmistakable sadness. "I have this affliction to waiting for anything, and when I was little I got so upset I flung a spatula, and it speared my brother Charlie up through his ribs and he bled to death." She neglected to say that he died right in front of her eyes, that she has never been right afterwards. Those would be left for a day called never. She licked her lips. "Where do you live?" Her voice was now hard and quiet, barely above a whisper. She hit the stereo and turned on some heavy metal rock station, using the screamo to clense her thoughts. She glanced over at him, waiting for him to tell her where he lived so she didn't have to keep driving like an ass, not knowing her coordinates or where she was going.

TAG CORDELL NORTH
WORDS NOT CARING?
OUTFIT BLACK POLICE OUTFIT
LYRICS TO WEIGHTLESS
BANNER TO FLICKR.COM
TEMPLATE TO SARAH SMILE! @ caution 2.0[/color]

[CORDELL NORTH]

SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS AND I WILL MAKE IT WORSE,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

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Cordell leaned against the wall, one hand gently resting on his stomach as his body teetered on the edge of controlling his nausea and vomiting all over the alley floor. There were many things that Cordell North didn't like. Green beans. Losing. Working. But the one thing that sat on the top of the list was feeling nauseous and throwing up. It was just... gross. It didn't feel good, and it he certainly didn't look good doing it. As long as he could keep it down through the car ride, he'd be able to pass out and home and allow his hangover to pass while he was unconscious.

He glanced over at the Jager as her phone began to ring. He listened to the other voice on the phone, but how could he know who it sounded like? The Latro warrior could only assume it belonged to someone in her pack, but even that wasn't very specific. Wondering where she was.... It was either family, an important person in the pack, or a boyfriend.. Cordell lifted a brow as he ran a hand along the back of his neck. He'd always been into women he couldn't have. Being in a relationship never stopped him from perusing women, and with his charm, it never seemed to stop most of them either.

At long last, Kate agreed to give him a ride home. "Good." He replied as he took a step away from the wall, it taking most of his coordination to be able to not stagger around, "..you better be careful though. I think if we go over even one speed bump... I'll lose it.." Although the prospect of throwing up in her car seemed like a good story to tell back home, he wasn't willing to risk her throwing him out the vehicle.. probably without even stopping. He watched as she approached him again, maybe she was lying. Maybe she was just going to beat his ass and leave him there until another pack member found him. He tensed at the idea, but cooperated as she put her arm around his waist. He managed to hold his own weight, using Kate more for balance as they made their way towards the patrol car. He grunted when she pushed him inside, the werewolf collapsing into the seat as he situated himself in the passenger seat. "Not going to put me in the back? He slumped in the seat, "Could you turn on the siren and lights, too? That'd be cool.. and if you do a good job, you could be my police escort.. you know, whenever I need one.." Leave it to Cordell to still take shots whenever he could.

Cordell glanced out the window in silence for a few moments before Kate began to speak. Explaining why she had freaked out outside the shop. He stared at the road in front of them as she spoke. Speared her brother. Damn. What a load of baggage to carry around. It was against Cordell's Latros-biased mind, but the alcohol had enough of a hold to bring out a little bit of human in him. The part that he hid away from everyone. The part that he considered to be his weaknesses.

"Every kid is like that at that age.." Cordell began, glancing out of the window once more, "Sounds like a freak accident... not something you should spend your time being emo about.." He sighed, rubbing his eyes when he realized how wasted he was. But there wasn't any harm in telling her what he was about to.. and it wasn't much of a secret... a sore spot, if anything else. "It's my fault our alpha died..." Continuing to avoid eye contact, Cordell rested his head against the window, "But I don't go crying every time I see a hunting store or a forest.. it's in the past.. so move on. "

At the question of his home, Cordell hesitated. He knew better than to give her his real address. They were being civilized now.. but he couldn't on their relationship to stay the same in the future. "Just drop me off on the corner of Park Meadows and 3rd. I'll find my home from there.." It was just outside where most of the Latros could be found. After all, it would look a little suspicious to be seen being dropped off by a Jager. Without a ticket.

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DILATED EYES SHINE FOR ONE LAST TIME,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

Tagg:Kate Vanhoute
Words: Lots?
Lyrics: Crawl by Breaking Benjamin!
Notes: oh HAI. <3
Credit: xxrae22194xx @ CAUTION

[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

but i'm stuck in this fuckin' rut
waitin' for a secondhand pickmeup
• • • • • • • •

• • • • • • • •
it's over
i'm gettin' older

Kate Vanhoute almost - almost - wrecked her car when those words about Rory, that blasted Latro alpha, spilled from Cordell's mouth. Her hands jerked as her head snapped around to look at him, stunned. The wheel rotated and send them diving to the left lane. "God dammit!" she yelled, righting herself a few moments later. Her breathing was short and tense for a few more seconds before she felt like she could speak again. "Rory died because he was not careful, and a hunter got to him." she said slowly, her words drawn out and careful not to be disrespectful, because he was the deceased alpha. "Everyone failed to tell me that little part about you being responsible for it? Elaborate." She just couldn't believe what she was hearing. All these times it'd come up with Damien and the Jagers, it was all the same story. Rory'd been killed by a hunter that'd flipped out in the woods. Everyone knew that, because it had meant the Latros were weak, but no actions had been taken and it seemed that Rowan had gotten over it. How could Cordell have been there, even been the one who caused it, and no one knew? Her dark eyes glanced at him cautiously - maybe he was more of a spy than she'd originally thought. At first Kate was repulsed by this. How could he live with himself? He should get sick everytime he passed a hunting store, if what he said was true. Why would he intentionally lie, especially about something that could destroy him and his status? At the mention of his address, Kate slowed down, because she was close to 3rd. She cruised down the street, realizing he'd given her an address just outside Latro territory. It would spare the awkward introductions, definitely. Her respect heightened for him just as tad as she reached the corner and slowed to a stop. If she turned on her lights now, like he'd asked, they'd be like a clown at a business meeting to the Latros. Instead, she leaned back on her seat and waited calmly for him to dish it out, because he wasn't getting out until he told her exactly what he meant. He couldn't just expect her to let him go after throwing out there that he could be responsible for Rory's death That was a little chunka info that she couldn't afford not to hear. The steady whine of the metal music flowed through the speakers, searing into the heart of this suddenly serious conversation. Kate stared straight ahead, watching the leaves move on the trees, beginning to turn colors with the upcoming heart of fall. Her breath now came in steady intervals, seeping into this uninterrupted silence. Even though it had only been a few minutes since she'd last spoken, she could not stand not talking to him for very long. It was an odd urge to just throw herself at him that caused her to do just that. Even though this man was most likely responsible for killing his alpha, and even though he was a Latro, she wanted some fun and could not sit alone for another night. "You don't have to go just yet, by the way," she mumbled, and then she was unhooking her seatbelt and leaning closer to him, inhaling breath that smelled like whiskey and liquor. She wasn't sure his stomach could handle this just yet, but if he got to kiss her, didn't she deserve to kiss him back? So close...and then her lips pressed against his for one brief moment, then pulled back a half inch, waiting for his reaction and hoping he would not vomit all over her face.

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LYRICS TO WEIGHTLESS
BANNER TO FLICKR.COM
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[CORDELL NORTH]

SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS AND I WILL MAKE IT WORSE,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

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Yup. He was going to vomit. Cordell couldn't help but cling to the handle on the side of the car as his other clutched the middle compartment as she jerked the car out of their lane. He'd forgotten how shocking his confession sounded to someone outside of the pack. Cordell clenched his teeth as she brought the car back into the correct lane, "Are you trying to make me throw up all over the inside of your car?!" He set his hand on his stomach as he rolled down the window, trying to get the fresh air into his senses.

He snorted at her comment about the alpha. Rory died because Cordell wasn't there. At least, that's what he had set in his mind. If Cordell had been there, the hunter wouldn't have even tried to shoot at them. Even if he had, there would have been two targets. That's right. Cordell would much rather have preferred himself to have been shot over his friend. Over his sister's husband. He was loyal to his pack, but he was more loyal to Rory, his friend... and although he didn't always get along with his sister, he hated to see what had become of her. How sad she'd become. She was still family and he still had to take care of her.

"Everyone failed to tell me that little part about you being responsible for it? Elaborate." Cordell sighed as he rubbed his eyes once more, finally turning to face Kate, "It's not a fact that my pack likes to make known.. and its not something I go bragging about." Cordell watched her reaction and straightened up in the chair, "Don't go thinking I'm a traitor or shit like that.. I didn't send the hunter out there.. I didn't tell Rory to go out.. I just... I just wasn't there." He expected her to ask what had happened, but he wouldn't tell her. He'd already said too much. Even if she opened up to him, and he was supposed to do the same, he wasn't like everyone else.. and when he told himself not to tell her the story, he wasn't going to.

As the patrol car came to a stop, Cordell began to prepare himself to get out of the car. It was a surprise when Kate asked him to stay. He groaned at the thought of having to share a heart-to-heart with anyone. Let alone a Jager. It was a pleasant surprise when he turned to find her lips press against his. For a few moments, he wondered if it was him that had initiated the kiss.. but he was pretty sure he wasn't that drunk. It was quick, Kate pulling away. Was she expecting him to get her the same reaction she had given him? He certainly never hit a girl for kissing him.. but he wasn't even supposed to talk to her, unless there was a threat included. They were too close to Latros territory to be caught in the same car. Kissing. But Cordell always did enjoy tempting fate.. Cue the alcohol. As she sat, waiting for his reaction, Cordell move his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her into a rougher kiss. Was the warrior looking for a committed relationship, hell no.. but he wasn't going to turn away an opportunity for lust when it came knocking.

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DILATED EYES SHINE FOR ONE LAST TIME,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

Tagg:Kate Vanhoute
Words: Lots?
Lyrics: Crawl by Breaking Benjamin!
Notes: oh HAI. <3
Credit: xxrae22194xx @ CAUTION

[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

but i'm stuck in this fuckin' rut
waitin' for a secondhand pickmeup
• • • • • • • •

• • • • • • • •
it's over
i'm gettin' older

He wasn't there? That was hardly something to be upset about. No one was there, and it wasn't like he could've tackled the hunter. Kate didn't understand, but this was obviously a touchy subject for him, so she let it slide, instead focusing on his eyes after she kissed him. At first, he seemed surprised, then curious, then momentarily he seemed afraid - and she realized they were so close to the Latro's territory, she could smell their scent wafting into her car. But the engine was idling, and it seemed like a bullhorn in the silence, so she turned it off, accidentally dropping the keys into the cupholder, but all that was forgotten as he clasped the back of her neck with surprisingly large hands and crushed her to him. She could taste alcohol on his breath, and she realized she'd never given him a ticket, but that was hardly something to dwell on right now that she had him where she wanted him. She responded to his lust with eagerness, her lips locked onto his, her tongue beginning to work on him, forcing it's way into his mouth. Once inside, it did sort of a mamba with his own tongue, and she inhaled his breath over and over, like it was her oxygen. She broke it only to draw in a full, deep breath, that still turned out a bit ragged. She realized she had crawled over the cupholders and her legs were on her seat, and her arms were creeping onto him like black spiders, sly and spindly. At the moment, he was her disease, her drug. She couldn't bare to not follow this through - she was only barely halfway through. Her dark eyes slid out the window, glancing around for witnesses, but the windows were tinted, and in the fall sun, no one could see inside. Why not take advantage of that? She knew it was wrong. She knew she would be punished badly if she was found with this Latro, and visa versa. She could just use the excuse she was giving him a ride, along with a ticket, but if this went much farther, they'd both be too...rumpled to have that be a viable excuse. Her thoughts raced for a moment, but then this little she-devil of an idea popped in there: who gives a damn? She lurched towards him again, clambering ungracefully the full way onto his lap, twisting her arms around his neck and pulling him in gently, not wanting to cause him to throw up all over her - but maybe the drunkenness was good: maybe he wouldn't remember what she was about to do. She brought her lips to his, for a seemingly innocent kiss, but her hands slipped down to his hips, worming their way under his shirt. From there, she sort of hugged him from underneath his shirt, still kissing him gently. She didn't want to overwhelm him, but what was a lust-filled girl to do?

TAG CORDELL NORTH
WORDS NOT CARING?
OUTFIT BLACK POLICE OUTFIT
LYRICS TO WEIGHTLESS
BANNER TO FLICKR.COM
TEMPLATE TO SARAH SMILE! @ caution 2.0[/color]

[CORDELL NORTH]

SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS AND I WILL MAKE IT WORSE,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

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Was this a bad idea..? What if someone walked by...? What if it was a Latros..? What if it was Rowan? That wouldn't be good. In between forcing air in and out of his nose, Cordell thought over the consequences of his actions. Would his sister really take action against her brother? Would she kill him? If she didn't, Cordell was sure someone else from his pack would. Who could blame them? If it had been anyone else in the pack, Cordell would want them dead too. Or would he? So many questions running through his mind.. but the biggest one demanded an answer more than the rest: why was Kate still wearing clothes at this point?

Gentle had never been in Cordell's vocabulary. He allowed her tongue to explore his mouth, but wrestled with his own as his breath grew ragged. If he had felt sick before, the adrenaline had replaced any ill feelings he had felt before. At this point, it didn't even matter that she was a Jager. Above everything else that she was, Kate was a woman... and Cordell was a man. A drunk man. A drunk man who had been set off with a kiss... and it was too late to take any of it back.

As she pulled away and began to crawl over the middle console. He could feel the pressure build as she began to crawl over the cup holders, her legs still on her side of the vehicle. Cordell removed his hand from her neck, placing them on her hips as he guided her over the cup holders onto his lap, setting her on her knees with the police officer straddling his hips.

When she leaned down to kiss him , Cordell let out a moan when she slid her hands beneath his shirt. His shuddered as her cooler fingertips brushed along his feverish skin. He growled at her gentle kisses, unwilling to let them ease back down from their rough kisses to softer ones. Cordell undid the first few buttons of Kate's uniform, loosing his patience before he tore the rest of it open. His hands glided up and down her body, resting on her hips as he broke the kiss, pressing his lips against the base of her neck as he nipped at the flesh. Whether she regretted what she was going or not, she would remember it.. at least until the skin had healed and the bruises had faded.

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DILATED EYES SHINE FOR ONE LAST TIME,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

Tagg:Kate Vanhoute
Words: Lots?
Lyrics: Crawl by Breaking Benjamin!
Notes: oh HAI. <3
Credit: xxrae22194xx @ CAUTION

[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

but i'm stuck in this fuckin' rut
waitin' for a secondhand pickmeup
• • • • • • • •

• • • • • • • •
it's over
i'm gettin' older

She was going too gently for him, then? His sounds as her fingers grasped him from underneath his shirt excited her, french tips tickling the flesh of his chest and stomach. She was thankful she put on lotion that morning, because her hands were smooth and cool against his oddly hot skin. He felt like he was burning up, but what could he do? Kate was hot, no doubt. Her legs were spread along either side of his hips in a straddle that caused herself to be pressed up close to him. Her dark hair fell in curtains across her pale face as she began to kiss him more hungrily, her jaw moving against his in a sort of love-drunk action. And then he was unbuttoning her uniform - the first three were undone, and he was coming in for the kill, his large hands beginning to tear at the remaining buttons, popping many off and having them disappearing into the cracks in his seat. Her shirt had now fallen under the dashboard, and his hands were running up the length of her body. Her cheeks heated for just a moment when she realized she was wearing a laced, scarlet bra. Ah, well, it wasn't going to be there much longer anyways, was it? And then his lips were moving from hers and traversing the pallid territory of her neck, his teeth grabbing ahold of her skin gently, causing her to break out in a bad case of goosebumps. Now it was her turn, wasn't it? While he was munching on her neck, she took it upon herself to begin to extract all clothes off his upper half, since she was sitting on his lower half and couldn't get his pants off without moving, which she did not want to do. Her strong, slender hands gripped his shirt and began to lift it up off of him, peeling it up over his shoulders and away from his body. He hadn't stopped the neck thing, so she could briefly check out his chest before wrapping her arms around his midsection, crushing her nearly de-clothed top half against him, willing him to go father. Her fingers found the top hem of his pants, and she figured she might as well attempt to get them off without really moving too much. She tugged at the fabric, eventually consenting to the fact that it woudl be impossible to get them the whole way off, so she decided to just...explore. After some digging, she found the hem of his boxers and her hands disappeared inside them - and I will not describe to you how she managed to get her hands around to his front, still inside his underwear. She poked her hands through that little slice in the front and found the zipper, undoing it from the inside. All through this, what was racing through her sex-crazed mind was, "Holy shit, his dick is huge." Her hands were already in his pants, so why not make it worthwhile to him? After undoing the zipper, she disappeared back into his boxers and began to give him what kids nowadays call a 'hand job'. "You like that, bastard?" she panted in his ear, her voice rough and strained from the physical effort of making this worthwhile. Her fingers danced across his flesh, inscribing patterns into his skin with her nails digging and rubbing that would probably not go away for a while. She had opened a wide glass door for him to walk through, so now it was his turn to impress her.

TAG CORDELL NORTH
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OUTFIT BLACK POLICE OUTFIT
LYRICS TO WEIGHTLESS
BANNER TO FLICKR.COM
TEMPLATE TO SARAH SMILE! @ caution 2.0[/color]

[CORDELL NORTH]

SHOW ME WHERE IT HURTS AND I WILL MAKE IT WORSE,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

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There was something about tearing off a woman's shirt that turned on Cordell more than anything else. That wild desire. He fed off of the sound of her buttons clattering around them. Sliding the fabric off her shoulders, Cordell took in the view in front of him. A laced bra? He glanced up at Kate with a smirk before his hands trailed up her back to the clasp. By now, he'd had enough practice to do it with one hand. Hell, he'd done it with his teeth before... his hands having been occupied by other things. Still, as the bra fell into their lap, he untangled it from her arms and tossed it on the dashboard.

And at what point had he become shirtless? Cordell couldn't remember. Maybe she had slid it over his head when he had stopped to resurface for air. When she wrapped her arms around him, Cordell let out a heavy exhale. Her breasts pressing up against his chest... Cordell immediately cupped them in his hands, kneading them as he continued his assault on her neck, gnawing on her flesh as he trailed up and down both sides of her neck.

When her hands slid into his boxers, it caught Cordell by surprise, almost causing the werewolf to phase. It felt so good.. and unexpected because he never dreamed that a Jager, let alone Kate would willingly go so far with him. Almost immediately, Cordell's hands fell to his lap, holding Kate's hands through the fabric of his jeans and boxers as he stopped her from going on further.. at least until his muscles stopped spasming, preparing to shift the man into his werewolf body. When the feeling passed, Cordell released her arms, bringing his hands to her waist as he worked on the police belt she had around her waist.. As he searched for the clasp, his hand glided over her gun... how easily he could leave the Jager pack with one less member. She'd be dead before she knew what happened.. but this was too good to pass up. Cordell threw the thought out of his mind as he felt the cold medal of her handcuffs.. Cordell's weapon of choice. He brought his mouth over one of Kate's breasts, sucking on it as he pulled out the cuffs and set it underneath his thigh, for later use.

When he'd managed to undo her belt, he tossed it to the floor as he managed to undo her button and zipper. By now, she'd been working on him long enough for his manhood to come to life. He couldn't help but utter another moan as he nodded his head in reply to her question, only able to mutter an animalistic 'mmhm' in reply. Enough of the teasing. Cordell pulled his lips away from her breast as he set his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back so that she rested on the dashboard. He'd managed to bring her pants down to her thighs as he pulled her leg out from his side, stretching it over the driver's side until one pant leg slipped off and then the other.. He grew too impatient at this point to bother with her underwear. Pulling Kate back to him, he began to kiss her again, his hands reaching for hers as he cuffed her wrists and cuffed them to the cage behind his seat.

Kate was no straddling him, her arms stretched over his head, her breasts just below his eye level. Now he was in control. Cordell shimmied his boxers and pants down a little lower, releasing himself from the fabric. Pulling Kate's underwear aside, Cordell brushed the tip of his member along her folds, waiting as he set his head against Kate's, "I want you to beg for it.."

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DILATED EYES SHINE FOR ONE LAST TIME,
ARE YOU HOLDING ON? KEEP HOLDING ON.

Tagg:Kate Vanhoute
Words: Lots?
Lyrics: Crawl by Breaking Benjamin!
Notes: oh HAI. <3
Credit: xxrae22194xx @ CAUTION

[KATHERINE VANHOUTE]

but i'm stuck in this fuckin' rut
waitin' for a secondhand pickmeup
• • • • • • • •

• • • • • • • •
it's over
i'm gettin' older

He was undoing her bra now - her teeth grabbed at her lips, but still, a sound escaoed them, something like "god..." And then his large hands were holding her own, which were still busy, as he seemed to spasm just a bit underneath her. She realized she was turning him on so much that he was threatening to phase right here. She complied, waiting impatiently as he collected himself and released her. He went to her hips, where he glided over her belt, trying to find the clasp to undo it. She didn't tell him where it was, because she wanted him to struggle, but she noticed as he paused over her gun. In her minds eye, she saw him whipping it out and shooting her dead - but then she realized she had him. He would never end her life, because he wanted this to go on further. And if they did this once, who was to say they couldn't do it again? Their affair was probably the most dangerous ever concocted between two rival packs, and she loved the fact that he wanted her enough to put himself in danger of Rowan's wrath - not to mention Damien's. That pussy - she could deal with him later, if time permited. He was too soft, and she was too strong. She felt him take her handcuffs and put them somewhere, but she did not bother to look for them. She was too concentrated on his teeth on her nipple, sucking on the skin there. She moaned softly, pausing in her rubbing of him to savor the feeling he was giving her: elation, danger, excitement. Somehow, he got her pants undone, flung her belt somewhere inside the car, and was now nodding in response to her earlier words. She could feel him, er, expanding underneath her hands, and it only excited her more. She was now only in her underwear, and his hands grasped her shoulders and sort of shoved her backwards onto the dashboard. She tilted her head back, inhaling and exhaling deeply, trying to regain her breath while he completely pulled down his and her underwear, tickling her flesh with his manhood. It was only then she realized where this was going - he hooked her wrists in the cuffs he'd somehow stowed, tethering her to the car with her arms stretched out above her head. She was briefly confused as he told her to beg for it. "You want this just as much as I, mother fucker," she growled between her teeth, aware of ever touch her was giving her. She longed for him like her lungs longed for air. "The handcuffs are a nice touch, but how am I to make this pleasurable for you if my hands are tied up?" She then fell silent, the only sound their heavy breathing. Her chest rose and fell, and since his head was just above her breasts, they were forced onto his chin as she dragged in oxygen to calm herself. Her legs were spread on either side of his hips, an opening she was surprised her could resist. He wanted her to beg for it. He wants me to break down, she thought, her eyes hardening a bit. He wants me to give up my resolve, so he can have complete control. Oh no, Kate was not one to beg. He wanted this just as much as she, so why was he threatening everything by telling her to do this? What if she said no? Would he still continue, or would he abandon the opportunity of a lifetime with the best fighter in the Jager pack to save his dignity? She decided to test him, because his will couldn't be that strong. She lifted her right leg up a little bit, causing her waist to sort of be thrusted up onto his, but he was the one that would have to enter - she was just pressing herself there, using her left leg as a sort of stability thing. Her right leg creeped upwards, extending till it hooked around his waist, her foot drawing patterns just above his ass. And then she replaced her leg beside his waist and looked at him. "I want you to beg for this, too." As she said this, she put emphasis on it so he would realize she was talking about herself as a whole - her body, and everything she could offer him.

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WORDS NOT CARING?
OUTFIT BLACK POLICE OUTFIT
LYRICS TO WEIGHTLESS
BANNER TO FLICKR.COM
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