Ulfric's Revenge by kraize babe

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

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I lay there in my large four poster bed and think about life. Where is my life? The longer I think about it, the more disappointed I get. I’m Ulfric, I have a job as a junior high science teacher, I spend my extra time outdoors, I have no love life, and I’m a were wolf. Not too much to get excited about, but it was the were wolf part that seemed to bother me the most. How can I be one for this long and still find no peace with myself. How can I live, thrive, survive this long with such hate for my own being. The answer doesn’t seem plausible. I shouldn’t even be here, yet, I am. What is holding me in furry chains? Who is holding me against my will? And the longer that I sat there and thought about it, the sooner I came to realizing the answer to my plaguing questions. Me. I’m the one keeping me here. I don’t want to die, I want to live. I want to live life to the extreme, actually.

With this new revelation, I hopped out of bed, grabbed for my jeans and shirt and shoes, and quickly dressed myself. I felt so full of energy. So revived; so renewed even. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the car keys off of the counter. I went outside and hopped into my car and soon sped away.

It was night. Good, just the right pace for me; dark, dreary, mysterious, dangerous. Yeah, that’s how I felt tonight: Dangerous, almost invincible. I laughed with my new found glory in life. I rejoiced in my feelings of completeness, so happy that I found myself again. The only reason I lost myself was because of that bitch, Anita. No, not bitch, more like life sucking hag. Yeah, that was a great name for Anita. That slut, who thinks she’s the only one who can get a million people to fuck her. But she’s wrong, I can too.

The most notorious supernatural hangout was coming into view: Danse Macabre. I quickly found parking and proceeded towards the front of the enormous line, packed with young, fresh lives. I laughed inwardly at what I wanted to do to most of that fresh meat.

I blocked out most of the comments about my cutting ahead of them, one man even stated, “Hey, asshole, the line, for you, starts five blocks from here.” I turned towards him and let out a low growl, so that only he could hear. He took the hint well and turned away, without saying a word. Smart human.

Once at the head of the line I noticed that one of mine was working the gate. Instead of questioning me, he motioned me by all others, and allowed me entrance to the dance club. The music inside was ten times louder than it was out on the streets. It went through you like a second heartbeat. The music was alive everywhere. I looked out among the crowd and spotted several shifters, along with a few humans. Humans generally stayed away from dangerous clubs like these. They didn’t want to get munched on. To stay away was a good safety blanket.

I walked forward into the mass of pulsating bodies rubbing up against each other, until I suddenly felt something worth stopping for. I sought her out in the crowd, which wasn’t at all easy. But once I spotted the dark flowing hair, and the curvy hips of the woman in front of me, I knew I had found that source of power that crept up my arms and raised the hair right off my skin. I was two inches away from her when she finally turned those amber colored eyes on me. The beast was new to her, and she didn’t know how to control it, but I knew, and I vowed to help her, any way I could. I thought with a small laugh.

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful with high cheekbones, and long wavy hair that framed her almond shaped eyes in a very arousing way. She moved into the curve of my body and inhaled my scent for the first time. Her forehead came to about my lips, which put her around 5’8”, not a bad height at all for a woman. It made sex all the more fun. It was her scent that made me think about sex. She was intoxicating, she smelled like the perfume she wore, which had some type of strawberry base to it, but underneath that I could smell her and her desires, for me.

She nuzzled her nose behind my ear, which pushed my face to mirror where hers was. I inhaled deeply of her scent until she stepped away from me enough to look into my eyes. I looked at her like a man drowning in absolute hunger. She saw that hunger and responded to it by taking my hand and dragging me with her. I was strong enough to not let her take me, but I didn’t stop this power-filled wolf, I didn’t want to.

She turned her head back many times to give me a quick mischievous smile, and then she turned her eyes forward to look at her destination. She pulled me into a small, dark corner and plastered her body against mine, pushing me into the black wall. She smiled for a brief instant then her mouth was upon mine, eating my lips away, stabbing her tongue into my hot mouth, tasting me. I wasn’t at all surprised at her forwardness, in fact, I almost expected it. Her hands were roving all over my body and mine were doing the same to her. I turned us around and she wrapped her legs around my waist just when I pushed her up against the wall. Our mouths were drawing each other in as deep as we could; my hands roamed over her delicate curves, her clothes proving to me a much hated disturbance. I wanted to rub myself all over this creature. I wanted to absorb her heat and smell. Hell, I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her brains out. Yeah, that’s what I wanted from this little tramp. My hands became instantaneously rougher than before, everywhere I touched her I bruised her. She moaned loudly into my mouth at the sensation of pain, and responded by nipping at my lower lip, drawing blood.

I drew back enough from her to breathe for a second or two when I realized the odd sensation on my back. It was a blunt point digging into me, and it took me a second or two to realize that there was a gun pressed into me.

“Back away from the girl.” The girl’s legs around my waist suddenly dropped, and I took a step back from her, but I kept both hands around her arms. The person with the gun stepped forward and I smelled that it was a woman, a very angry woman. She walked in front of the girl I had just gotten acquainted with, raised her gun and shot a sliver bullet into her head. All without a single warning, or emotion.

The room became a breathing mass of hysterics. A stampede started for the door, and not too far off, sirens could be heard. The front of my shirt was plastered with blood from the woman missing half of her head. I didn’t even have time to react to the immediate shock, but when I turned back to look for the mysterious gun shooter, she was no where to be seen, and no where to be found either. It would be impossible to track her with that much chaos going on in this room. I couldn’t even pick up her scent; my nostrils were too inflamed by the immediate and overwhelming sense of blood, fresh blood and meat. I had to get out of here.

I looked for my closet exit, which happened to be the men’s restroom, went inside stripped off my shirt and attempted to wipe all the blood off in about thirty seconds. Once this was accomplished, I looked for a window in which to exit the dreary nightmare my life has seemed to become.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! I slammed my hand down on the alarm button that made it cease the shrieking violent screams it seemed to be producing. God, what a bad night. My dreams were even clouded with visuals of the alluring woman who had so maliciously slain the woman in my arms. It was like God didn’t want me to get laid. Uh!

I sat up and went through my daily rituals of morning shit; brushing my teeth, showering, blow drying my incredibly short hair, and getting dressed. I had work today, joy. After eating some Apple Jacks cereal and washing my dishes, I headed out to the school, in hopes of salvaging a few working brain cells that would help deal with this new trouble in my life. I had so many questions that I needed to have answered. Who were the two girls? Why had one killed the other? Why does my life have to get even more fucked up? These are just some of the few million questions I needed answered. And the only way to actually find the answers was to get outside help. Help from a psychotic slut probably wasn’t going to be the highlight of my day. Asking would be even more painful.

During my lunch break I called Anita’s house, in hopes that she would be awake.

“Hello?” A young male voice asked. Most likely Nathaniel.

“Is Anita there?” I had no time for shit talking with that little pipsqueak. I wanted to talk to Anita, now.

“Um, uh….oh….Um, she’s, uh, she’s going to have to….oh… call you…back. OH!” Then the phone went dead. Great, she’s too busy fucking to help me out. Fucking Great.

The two-thirty bells rang, and all my hard working students left the class room. Once they all left a very small person entered through my door. When I looked over I was in complete shock. It was Anita, but not normal Anita.
 

This Anita was different somehow, darker, sexier. God, just looking at her still turned me on. But she was so hot today dressed up in skin tight black leather. She was wearing thigh high black boots, with heels. She never wears boots with heels that tall, what in the world was going on.

“Hey, Stud.” Anita sauntered over to my desk and sat upon it, leering down at me. She proceeded to scoot across my desk and ended up getting off and straddling my waist as I sat in my chair.

“Um, Anita? Great change and all, but, is this really you, or Raina?” She laughed a deep laugh and flicked her hair in a nightmarish manner. I attempted to push the possessed Anita off of me, but she wouldn’t budge. She instead squeezed her legs tighter around me.

“Anita, you have more control than this. What’s stopping you?” Anita/Raina ground her pelvis into mine, causing an almost immediate reaction. I squirmed under the pressure, and almost let out a much denied moan.

“Oh, don’t worry my little Ulfric, Anita’s not scared. She even wants me to take over her life. She told me herself. Don’t try to stop a good thing, Richard,” She leaned closer to me and licked from my chin to my ear. “You know you want me, just say it. It’s that simple. Come on, you’ve done it before. Wasn’t it fun then?” Her heavy panting into my ear did not help my control at all.

I ended up pushing Anita off of me, and she landed with an ‘umph’ on the ground. She looked from her place on the ground, and her eyes were full of hatred for me. I couldn’t tell if it was Anita’s hatred or Raina’s hatred for me. I was hoping for neither, they were both pretty nasty when they were pissed.

“Richard, this is not the reaction that I was expecting. You’re making me very angry, Richard. STOP IT!” She let out a loud shrieking scream and charged me. She pushed the chair all the way against the wall with her body’s force. Her mouth latched onto mine, and she drank me down like a siphon. I couldn’t help but respond to her, I didn’t want to, but, hey, I am only a man.

Her hands were roaming all over my body, trying to get my pants and shirt off. She got fed up with the buttons and ended up ripping my shirt off of my chest. Without the barrier, she attacked my nipples and chest with her tongue and teeth. It felt like she ripped a piece of skin off when she was thoroughly sated. Her tongue dribbled down my flat stomach. Her hands were relieving my pants from my body, dragging them down my tanned legs. She quickly removed my boxers and grasped me firmly. Just as she was moving her head lower towards my body a knock came from the corner door. Damn. It was one of my students looking for help. Hell, the way my luck was going, I was the one who needed help, badly too.

Anita heard the knocking, and it was like she transformed back to her old selfish self. It happened so fast that if you blinked you would have missed it. She looked shocked, then embarrassed at the position of her body on mine. A dark coloring started up from the back of her neck and spread onto her forehead. She was scared, but excited. Oh my God, she wanted me! What the fuck!

Anita quickly scrambled away from me, and eventually stood, with the help of the windowless wall. Without any warning the door fell open and admitted the dark haired beauty, and murderer of the night before. I was shocked and attempted to cover my naked flesh. I may be comfortable with my body, but I wasn’t up for peep shows.


2


“Well, I can see I’ve caught you at a bad time. Shall I come back later?” She was having a very hard time controlling her laughter at the current situation. Somehow, I didn’t’ find it as amusing as she did.

“Wa-wait! Don’t leave! Just give me, like, two minutes to collect myself. Please?”

With a curt nod she stepped outside of the classroom.

“So,” Anita was back to her fully composed bitchy self. “What was that all about?” She looked like she was getting ready to tap her foot on the ground. What right did she have to ask such questions? We weren’t even dating anymore.

“Why do you care? I thought my business, was no longer your concern? And what right do you have to speculate when you were two seconds away from blowing me?”

“Yeah, right Zeeman. In your dreams.”

“You don’t remember? Any of it? At all?” I was completely shocked. How could she have missed this?

“Oh, shit. Was Raina here? God, dammit! I knew this was gonna happen. I warned Marianne and everything. But oh, no, she said everything would be just fine. Shit, I should have never listened to her when I decided to cut back on killing animals again. There must have been some type of serious side effect to sacrificing my own blood. Damn it, why now? And what happened?” Anita was now standing two feet in front of me. Her breathing was irregular and her heart beat was racing against time.

“Anita, I don’t think you want to know what happened,” I reached for my boxers and jeans and hurriedly dressed. “Look, I have to go speak with that woman outside. Can we talk about this later? Maybe you’ll remember. How about I pick you up later tonight and we can catch a bite to eat, no pun intended.” I smiled down at her, and it seemed as if she snarled back up at me.

“I think I’ll pass, Richard. Thanks, but no thanks.” She turned on her heel and stormed out of the class room. The murderess soon entered. God, it was sure to be one hell of a day.

“So, that your girlfriend?” she walked toward my desk, and I was still missing my shirt, not that it would button anyway.

“On again, off again,” I sat down behind my desk and pulled out some test papers, in hopes of distracting myself from this mysterious woman. But the woman gave me no chance. She strutted over and plopped down on top of the papers I was concentrating on. “Do you mind? I was trying to get some work done.”

“Actually, now that you’ve asked, I do mind. When I talk, I expect full, unrestrained attention. I don’t want any distractions. Are we clear?” She put her army booted heel on my chair, right between my legs. I gulped instinctively at her closeness. I was much too denied to keep sexual restraint on myself. I was getting much too edgy.

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck is up with you, but I would very much like it if you were not apart of my life. You seem to just be fucking it up, making it worse than it already was. Now get out of my life!”

“Wow, you really know how to woo a girl, don’t ya?” She gave off a small, husky laugh. “I bet you’re just a hit with the ladies.” On the word, hit, she moved her big boot into my crotch and added a slight pressure. I squirmed under the uncomfortable pressure of the heavy boot. I liked pain, but in some situations it was just too much to handle.

I backed the chair up, and stood up. “Look, you obviously came here for a reason. What is it?” I asked with as much curiosity as I would of a peanut.

“You’re going to tell me as much as you know about that tramp you were all over last night. Then, I’m going to leave and carry on with my business. Got that?” She hopped off of the table and came within touching distance of me.

“You’re probably not going to believe me, but I had only known that girl for about five minutes before you came over and shot her brains out. I can’t imagine that your interested in the fact that she tastes of the earth, and her body could cook a furnace, now are you?”

“No, I’m not interested in how you felt about her, Richard. I want to know what you think she is.” She moved closer to me, and I could breathe in her intoxicating scent. I closed my eyes for a moment after smelling her.

“I thought she was a were wolf. Happy?” She pressed her body up against mine.

“No, I’m never happy.” Then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, she disappeared. My day seemed to be full of mysterious, tripped out women. Shit.


I threw my keys onto the counter, walked over to my fridge and pulled out a tri-tip, rare. I was sitting on my couch, happy and content eating my bloody steak when the phone chimed.

“Hello?”

But all that came out of the receiver was heavy breathing. Confused and enraged, I hung up the phone. Immediately afterward, the phone chirped again. And once again, out of sheer curiosity, I picked up the phone again.

This time I wasn’t the one to speak first. “Hello, wolfy.” And then the line went dead. Odd, very odd. I was being harassed by idiotic psychos. Whoppee!

After the short and urgent shower I was once again in my bedroom dragging pants on and towel drying my hair; hair dryers became unnecessary for my short shag look. I walked out into the hallway and noticed an odd smell. It smelled of gun oil, leather, silver, and lipstick. Confused and curious, I walked out into the living room and found Anita. But it didn’t look like Anita, so it must be “bad” Anita, AKA Raina. Dammit, I thought she would have gotten the hint by now.

“What do you want?” I crossed over to the kitchen counter, trying to keep her in my sights as long as possible.

“Why, wolfy, all I ever wanted was you.” She got onto her knees and sat perched like a cat on top of the couch.

“Did you call me?”

She had a confused look about her face, and I couldn’t tell if she was playing, or just ignorant of my phone calls.

“Richy, I would never call you and hang up. Only losers do that. I prefer a more physical encounter. A face to face contact.”

“I never asked if you hang up on me… Did you call, Raina?” I came closer to the couch, not really wanting to, but I felt as if I had to.

“Well…maybe I had someone do it for me, is that the answer you were looking for? And why didn’t you stay on the phone and talk to me? I desperately wanted to talk with you Richy.” She got off of the couch and came way inside of my personal bubble. She put her hand on my chest and I quickly slapped her hand away.

“Get a hold of yourself, Anita. You don’t want me, remember? Or have you forgotten so easily? You’re better than this, Anita, fight it! Dammit, Anita, fight her!!”

It was like watching a flower grow, you couldn’t watch it and see it change, but if you turned away and looked back, there it was; all grown up and different. That’s what the metamorphosis of Raina to Anita looked like; A freakish change of psycho ‘B’ to psycho ‘A’. What a nightmare.

“Richard!” Yep, it was Anita. She quickly pulled away from me and almost huddled herself on the couch. Just a tad bit scared.

“Anita, are you okay?” I sat down on the couch, but it felt like I was positioned 200 feet away from her. She kept herself closed and disconnected from the world. And now that Raina was controlling her, she was pushed beyond her personal boundary safety zones. She was uncomfortable around me, and everyone else; even Jean-Claude. It had been going on for about a week, apparently. Anita explained everything that had happened to her, but in the end, she was still scared and alone in her life. I offered her comfort, but she refused my arms. She always has, and she always will, I guess.

It was actually pretty late when we were done with the whole “Anita” breakdown. I offered her the spare bedroom, and she agreed that she was in no condition to drive.

I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, when I heard a small knock on the door. I quickly rinsed and gently pulled open the door. It sure as hell looked like Anita, which was definitely a good thing. I don’t think I could have handled any more seducing games with Raina.

“Yes?”

“I…Uhh, I just wanted to say…thank you. I know I’ve been pretty cruel to you, Richard. And I really do appreciate what you’ve done for me.” ‘Pretty cruel’ didn’t really cover the fact that she ripped out my heart, broke it, smashed it, hit it over and over and over with a sledgehammer and put it back into my gaping chest; but hey, if she was offering an apology, I was going to accept it.

“You’re welcome. Good night, Anita.”

“’Night,” Then she turned her back to me and walked away. God, how many times is she going to do that to me; she was always turning her back and running away from something. I hoped, and prayed that someday she’d grow up.


Beep! Beep! Beep!

I reached over and smacked the snooze button. The beeping immediately ended. I lay in bed a few minutes longer before I pulled myself out, made the bed and headed out to the kitchen. I was clad in only my boxer shorts and ruffled short hair. I went to the coffee machine and turned it on for Anita, then got out a bowl and cereal and milk. I was sitting at the table eating my corn flakes when Anita padded into the kitchen. She was wearing a T-shirt that she borrowed from my drawer; she looked cute in the manatee shirt, almost huggable. She glanced up at me and quickly then hid her eyes by looking at the tiled floor. She was uncomfortable around me, as always. She mumbled a “hello” then went straight for the coffee machine. After she poured a cup she sat down across from me.

“So…. Nothing happened last night, right?” She seemed so lost. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Anita loose this much control in her life.

“No, don’t worry. Nothing happened last night between us,” I stated and then mumbled “unfortunately,”

“What?” Anita was now looking me straight in the eye, but she was having problems concentrating on my face, considering the state of undress that I was in.

“Anita, stop fooling yourself! You can’t even look me in the eye. You’re more interested in my body. I know you want me, I can smell it. But I’m sick of this shit!” She looked almost stricken at my outburst. In fact she looked angry, as if she was finding that long hidden back bone of hers.

“What are you talking about, Richard? What shit?!?” Her eyes turned a darker shade of brown and I knew that she felt threatened. She resembled the prey that I’ve hunted; Angry but ready to fight till the death. Anita was strong; I hoped she stayed that way.

“Oh, come on, Anita. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m sick of being used by you! You don’t give a shit about me, and I don’t know if you ever really did!” I was standing now, so enraged at the thoughts and feelings that were coursing through me.

Anita stood up as well, equally pissed. “I loved you, Richard! I always have! You’re the one who stomped all over my heart, or don’t you remember? I keep taking you back, and then you break me, over and over! I’m the one who’s sick of it.”

I came around the table, and we were barely two inches apart. But we weren’t radiating with sexual awareness. It was more like common hatred. “The only reason I kept coming back to you was because I loved you, and wanted to be with you. But you always found a way to push me away; to keep me distant from you. And I’m sick of it! I don’t want to be your sometimes guy. If I’m ever going to be your guy again, I want to be enough for you, because you’re enough for me. Don’t you understand monogamy and real love? Or are you too tied up in all of your sex escapades that there’s no time to find happiness in your sordid, destroyed life?”

She looked shocked, and outraged. She turned away from me so I wouldn’t be able to see the other emotions wash across her face. She walked over to the couch and plopped herself down in the corner. “You’re right. I am completely fucked up, Richard. I have and still do push you away. Jason even told me that with held myself from all the men I loved. But I told him that I never with held from you, and that it was your fault for dumping me. But I was wrong. I did hold back from you.” Her voice died off, as if she couldn’t bring herself to say anymore.

I walked over toward the couch and sat across from her on the coffee table.
Our knees occasionally brushed each others. But I just continued to sit and
wait for her to continue what she had to say. I didn’t want to push her
anymore, hell; I didn’t want to hurt her anymore.

“Richard,” She took her gaze off of her clenched hands and looked up at me, her eyes meeting my face. “I’ve missed you. I’ll probably always love you. And I’ve decided that I am ready to try. Not that half ass trying, but really compromising, but I can’t do it alone. I need your help. If you want to, that is.” Her eyes never left my face and I could read the truth in them. She really did need me.

I took her hands in mine and brought her delicate fingers up to my lips and pressed a soft, dry kiss upon her fingertips. “It’ll be hard, Anita. But I believe that if we want it enough, it’ll work. Do you trust me?” Anita looked at first doubtful, as if she didn’t know what she was getting into.

“I do trust you, Richard. But you have to understand something; something that I will never be able to change: Jean-Claude,” I turned my face away from hers; discovering that once again, she wasn’t serious. I let go of her hands and stood up. “Richard! Richard, please, just listen to what I have to say. Please, Richard… Please.” I turned back around to face her, but I wouldn’t look at her, not yet.

“Richard. There’s no easy way to say this… I love Jean-Claude with all my heart and all my soul. We are tied to him, Richard, you must understand that. You will never be free of him, and I don’t want to be free of him. I need him, just like I need you.”

“I understand Jean-Claude, Anita, but what about the others?” I looked up into her eyes and saw how hard this was for her to talk about.

“Richard, I love a lot of people, and they love me too. Having them has made me feel more in control, more filled. I’ve been having the time of me life with everyone, and I don’t know if I can just stop cold turkey. But Richard, know this, I am willing to try. But you have to understand that these people are apart of my life, they expect certain things from me; like love.”

“I don’t know if I can deal with all the competition for your affections, Anita. I don’t know if I could become just another offering for whenever you need sex. I want to have sex with you Anita, but I want other things too. I want to spend my time, my life with you. I want to share my hopes and dreams with you. I want to have a child with you, Anita. Please tell me you want the same things, please.” If she was scared before, that couldn’t compete with how she was feeling now.

“Richard, I’ve never known what I want. You of all people should know that,” She let out a small laugh. “But what are you asking, Richard? Do you want me to live with you? Marry you? Have children with you? I just don’t know about all that. I mean seriously, what kind of mom would I be?” Anita and I both laughed at that. “But maybe we could take the first step towards discovering what it could be like. Can I move into your house, Richard?”

I grinned and took the two small steps to reach her, picked her up in my arms and kissed her, softly. “I love you, Anita.”

She laughed with pure joy. “I love you too, Richard.”

3

Anita moved in shortly after that. She still sees most of the guys she used to, and I’m trying to find peace with that. It’s weird sharing her, but I try to understand her feelings. Jean-Claude and I have talked and he’s going to try to help me with my jealousy issues, his torturing is starting to help, but I think it’ll be along time before I start to physically embrace the others.

The woman who shot the ‘were-wolf’s’ head off was on the news the next week, and I found out that she was just an enraged sister who couldn’t stand the fact that her older sis was a ‘monster’. Which just goes to show that it’s more than accepting your beast, you have to understand it too.

The woman went to jail on murder charges, and hopefully she won’t be out for a very long time.

Anita and I are happy, along with Micah, Nathaniel, Asher, Jason, and Jean-Claude. We’re just one big happy family.