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mmexlibris) wrote2009-04-17 07:38 am
mmexlibris) wrote2009-04-17 07:38 am
[pack] a scout reports
Rafferty picked up her scent at the pub outside Carlisle. Tall, blonde, still in her prime but only just. Her scent washed over him when she took the seat next to him at the bar, and his mouth began to water. She was sightseeing, apparenlty, judging by the road map and the little red line that took her along Hadrian's Wall all the way to Newcastle. Right through the heart of their territory.
It was then that the idea began to form in his head.
He couldn't have picked a better hunt. She was travelling alone, and unlike most women her age, he hadn't yet seen her talking on her mobile for more than thirty seconds, and that was just the once to check her voice mail. So she had no one to miss her, he surmised. His hand was shaking when he closed himself into the phone booth and frantically dug in his pocket for change.
The line rang three times before the other party picked up, and he about lost his mind with panic when she got up and left. He was halfway out of the booth when he saw her jacket and her map were still at her seat. Just gone to the loo. A voice shouting from the handset brought him back.
"Yeah, get me Bain. Bain, you idiot. No I'm not gon'ta, right, fine it's Rafferty. Tell him it's Rafferty and I have a hunt for him. A sweet little piece of meat. Gowan and tell him!"
The inside of the small glass box suddenly seemed horribly oppressive and he felt himself begin to pant raggedly. He pressed his back to one side, straining to watch her empty seat.
"Yeah, hallo? Yeah, it's me. I don't care, now shut up and listen! She's a ripe one, she's alone and she's headed for Pack territory. How do I know? She's got her route marked on a ruddy map, you stupid git. Yeah, listen, I'll call you when she gets close. Tomorrow or the next day."
"And Bain, you make damned sure you tell Armstrong it was me what called it in. You tell him this is my gift to him. I want another chance. Bain, are you listening to me? Tell him I won't screw it up again. You tell him."
Rafferty hung up the phone and waited, forehead pressed against the filthy pane, knowing he had to calm down before he went back out there. Even as a bit of prey, she'd smell the desperation on him.
Now all he had to do was get his hands on a car.
[excerpt from Pack, a work in progress, casting images here]
It was then that the idea began to form in his head.
He couldn't have picked a better hunt. She was travelling alone, and unlike most women her age, he hadn't yet seen her talking on her mobile for more than thirty seconds, and that was just the once to check her voice mail. So she had no one to miss her, he surmised. His hand was shaking when he closed himself into the phone booth and frantically dug in his pocket for change.
The line rang three times before the other party picked up, and he about lost his mind with panic when she got up and left. He was halfway out of the booth when he saw her jacket and her map were still at her seat. Just gone to the loo. A voice shouting from the handset brought him back.
"Yeah, get me Bain. Bain, you idiot. No I'm not gon'ta, right, fine it's Rafferty. Tell him it's Rafferty and I have a hunt for him. A sweet little piece of meat. Gowan and tell him!"
The inside of the small glass box suddenly seemed horribly oppressive and he felt himself begin to pant raggedly. He pressed his back to one side, straining to watch her empty seat.
"Yeah, hallo? Yeah, it's me. I don't care, now shut up and listen! She's a ripe one, she's alone and she's headed for Pack territory. How do I know? She's got her route marked on a ruddy map, you stupid git. Yeah, listen, I'll call you when she gets close. Tomorrow or the next day."
"And Bain, you make damned sure you tell Armstrong it was me what called it in. You tell him this is my gift to him. I want another chance. Bain, are you listening to me? Tell him I won't screw it up again. You tell him."
Rafferty hung up the phone and waited, forehead pressed against the filthy pane, knowing he had to calm down before he went back out there. Even as a bit of prey, she'd smell the desperation on him.
Now all he had to do was get his hands on a car.
[excerpt from Pack, a work in progress, casting images here]