Empty Night

"Clearly."
She said smoothly, a small smile spreading across her lips as she looked at him.

"I don't know how the other members of your pack put up with you."
She added with a soft chuckle as she stroked the dogs head.

He laughed and pointed to his chest with his thumb.

"That's the beauty of it; they have to. I'm the beta."

No matter how much he annoyed everyone in the pack, they could do very little to stop him.

"The beta? I never would of guessed."

She was genuinely surprised at that little bit of news, though it would explain how he managed to keep his cocky nature.

"I would of thought a beta would be more...authoritative."

She added with a laugh.

He gave a half-shrug.

"We're all family in the pack. We're very close-knit."

His eyes turned up to the moon, silver shining as the light caught them. "I'm authoritative when I need to be."

He may be fun loving, but he had a mean streak and he wouldn't hesitate to turn it on you if you had done wrong.

Her face softened slightly, her smirk flattening to a gentle smile as she watched him.

"I see."
She replied as she pushed her hair from her face and back over her shoulders.

"It's all fun and games until you piss off Aodh?"
She asked, her head tilting slightly.

"Exactly."

He was fun; most of the pack said so. He wasn't as uptight as Coilean and he wasn't as quiet as Alek.

He knew how to have fun.

But he also knew how to kill.

Alexis shifted, stretching her body slightly before moving to lay on her stomach and look up at him, her face propped up on her hands.

"Then I must be sure not to dig in my claws too hard, I might actually get bitten."

She replied with a soft chuckle, she could not imagine him angry.

"I bite hard, remember," he purred softly, turning his gaze to her.

"But it's not always unpleasant. As I'm sure your claws aren't, kitty-cat."

Maccon whined, pulling her head out of Alexis' lap and watching her as she moved to lie on her stomach. The dog curled up again, resting her head on the woman's back.

A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips.

"My claws do that their more pleasant side, though it is a rarity that anyone ever gets to witness it."

She purred in response her hands clasping together beneath her chin and she looked up at him with bright eyes,

His tongue ran over his lower lip and he grinned.

"Then maybe I should aim to witness this more pleasant use for your claws."

He lifted a hand to brush his hair out of his face.

She chuckled softly and looked up at him.

"I don't know which one you would be more successful with, clipping my claws or seeing their nice side.
Both difficult tasks."

She grinned teasingly at him.

He grinned widely, eyes fluttering shut.

The Lycan held out a hand and the dog jumped up, padding towards him, nuzzling into his hand. He stroked her gently as she settled against his chest.

"I'm sure I'll manage one of them."

"I'm sure you're persistent and stubborn enough to keep trying, regardless of how bleak the outlook is."

She smiled softly and laid on her back since Maccon had left her side, gazing up at the stars.

"Of course."

He wouldn't be himself without his stubborn persistence.

Maccon yawned loudly and he smiled, petting the dogs head affectionately.

"I look forward to seeing you fail countless time."

She said with a chuckle, placing her hands behind her head and letting her eyes slip shut.

It really was a wonderfully warm night.

"I look forward to trying countless times," he replied with a light chuckle.

And then he lapsed into silently.

He laid with his eyes closed, stroking Maccon gently.

She smiled softly, her eyes slipping from the eyes and looking back at the lycan.

"The sun will be rising soon."
She glanced back up at the sky, the dark blue of the sky was already beginning to lighten.

He nodded. "I can feel it."

He could feel the subtle shift in temperature as the sun began heating the earth.

"You'll be leaving soon, aye? Pumpkin time for the vampire."

She chuckled softly.

"Turning back into a pumpkin is preferable over turning into ash."

She smiled softly, secretly envious of all the people who could walk around during the day and at night without having to worry about being set on fire.

He gave a little shrug.

"Pumpkin, ash; what's the difference?"

He gave a quiet yawn at the same time as Maccon and the two of the cuddled closer to each other.

"At least if I turn into a pumpkin I get to come back as a vampire again the next night."

She said with a soft chuckle, she could not imagine any children's book ever telling that rather strange story.

He gave another shrug.

He was tired. For the next few days, sunrise would be the usual sunset for him. Bed time.

Maccon whined softly in her sleep.

"Good night."

She said softly, rising to her feet and walking toward the mansion, if she stayed out here any longer she'd risk getting burnt, definitely not something she wanted.

"Night," he called as she walked away.

"I'll find you out after I've recovered from the Full Moon, kitty-cat."

Maccon gave a quiet growl, telling him to shut his trap so she could get some much needed sleep.

She chuckled softly,

"You do that, try not to let the others beat you up to badly, I'll be jealous if they get all the fun."

She added with a smirk before disappearing, darting quickly towards the mansion.