Robert Rumery

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Murder Of Love : Love Bleeds



Mavis sat in her office and was shuffling papers around. A half-drunk cup of coffee was next to the papers. Her eyes were fixed on the papers and she shook her head and then ran her fingers through her short black hair. A pencil was behind her left ear. "What the fuck is this?" she asked, her voice annoyed. "Why did he do this?" she asked again. She picked up her coffee cup and took a few gulps of it. She went to tip the coffee cup back and it was dry. She sighed and looked at the empty cup and got up, walked across the room and filled her coffee cup again. She poured some creamer and a few shots of sugar and espresso in it. It was going to be a long day.

Now she was really regretting getting involved with this business. Who decides to do books for a local junkyard? The person who hired her didn't even know her real name. She used the cover name Mallory Anne; she wasn't giving them her real name and knowing her luck they'd run her real name and find out things that she didn't want them to know. She made it over to the desk with her fresh cup of coffee and sat down. Her eyes focused again on the papers.

Bobby's Junkyard, that is who she worked for. She had rarely needed to speak to the man. She just needed to magically make the books balance. She couldn't just snap her fingers and make it all better. Well, she could, but she wasn't telling those fools this. Something tugged on her heart. Had something happened to Tobias? She didn't want to think that something bad had happened to her son.

She made enough with this job and another job to be able to rent a bunkhouse that was right next to the local bar The Rusty Pub. She thought it was a stupid name but that was none of her business. She took gulps of her coffee in between scribbles on the paperwork. She sat there for a few hours and then decided she was getting tired. She had an empty coffee cup. She stood up and stretched. Might be a good time for a nap.

She walked from her office to her bed. She lived in a bunk house, and sometimes there were other people here, but today there weren't. She walked by a mirror and smiled at herself. While she was in here, she could dress like her old self, but when she went out, she had to wear preppy clothes and a blonde wig that she hated. She closed her eyes and lay down, and slowly drifted off into sleep.

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A few hours later, loud bangs erupted outside the bunkhouse. That jolted Mavis out of bed. She jumped out of bed and ran to the closet to put on her blonde wig, then grabbed the gun from the shelf. This town never ceased to surprise her. She ran to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside. She began to look around for what the noise was, but she didn't see anything. She did see blood on the ground; it was fresh, and a trail of blood leading into the woods.

This was going against her better judgment. She started to follow the trail into the woods. It was dark, but she could handle herself, and she had a gun and other-worldly power. The blood led her to a small hunting cabin. It looked like it had been recently built, and she was getting a bad feeling about this. She should turn around and go back to the bunk house. What if there was someone injured in the house? Ugh. She really didn't want to go into the cabin. She aimed her gun at the front door of the cabin as she approached it.



"This is definitely a bad idea." Mavis said as she walked up the steps and noticed that the door was slightly open; she could see inside of the cabin. It was dark, and she could hear something breathing from the outside. It sounded heavy and injured. She kicked the door to open it a bit more, and she swept the dark room with her gun, well, what she could see. She searched the wall for a light switch; luckily, she found one. When she flipped it on, she gasped at what she saw. A dying werewolf on the ground, four bullet holes in its chest. It was naked and in its wolf form. "Shit..." She said and lowered her gun; this was probably a mistake and something inside of her told her that this thing wouldn't attack her.



"Are you alive?" Mavis asked the werewolf. She pushed her gun into the waistband of her pants. She watched the werewolf try to stand, but it was too weak.
"Do I look alive to you?" The werewolf growled at her.
"Barely alive." She said with a chuckle as she knelt down and touched the werewolf's face gently. She expected it to just try and bite her hand off. The wolf felt warm; there was a feeling about this one like it wasn't dangerous.
"We need to get you to a bed or something so I can try to patch up your chest." Mavis added.



She was having a major sense of déjà vu. Something about this wolf seemed a tad bit familiar. She lifted up the werewolf, his arm around her shoulder, and helped him to his feet. She was able to get him to the couch in the living room, and there was blood all over the place. She was wondering why the wolf had been shot. Had it transformed out of rage and then someone just pumped its chest full of bullets? "You're too kind for a human." The wolf said as it turned its head and looked at Mavis who was only standing a few feet away from it.

"You got a first aid kit?" Mavis asked the werewolf.

"Should be in one of those cabinets." The werewolf said as he motioned towards the other room.

"Alright." Mavis said. She walked to the other room and opened each cabinet until she found a bunch of bandages and peroxide. That would have to do. Now, how did she get the bullets out of the wolf's chest? She rummaged through the room until she found some tweezers. Those would have to do. She brought everything over to the couch.

This was something she'd never done before. She clicked the tweezers in her hand as she looked over at the werewolf and she was trying to be as gentle as she could, she pulled each bullet out of the spot in the wolf's chest. She noticed that its brown fur had started to get dyed a red color, it was because of the bleeding. The wolf groaned and moved as she pulled the bullets out. She had never done anything like this before and she knew this had to hurt. Their eyes met for a brief second. There was something familiar about the wolf. Maybe she was just thinking about something that happened to her in the past.

"Think you can sit up?" She asked.

"Probably not." The wolf said. "Too much pain." He added as he winced in pain.

"Any pain killers?" She asked.

"Whisky.. in the freezer." The wolf said as it pointed towards the kitchen, the same room that she had been in.

"Alright." Mavis said and nodded and went out to the kitchen, got into the freezer and fished out a half filled fifth of Jack Daniels. She eyed it, this was the kind of stuff she liked to drink when she was younger. She had a wild side, but with age it died down.

"This stuff brings back bad memories." Mavis said as she passed the bottle to the wolf. He sat up and twisted off the cap, then took a big chug off of it. He drank enough to dull the pain of sitting up.

Mavis sat next to the wolf and bandaged up its chest. She treated the wounds with peroxide before wrapping the wolf up. Their eyes met for a moment again.

"You didn't have to do that." The wolf said in a gruff voice. It snorted, and Mavis let out a little chuckle. Now she couldn't give this wolf her real name, part of her wished she could. This wolf reminded her of the one from Corveth Harbor. The past always came back to bite her in the ass.

She wasn't going to ask a name. She simply stood up and walked toward the door to leave. Now she felt like this wasn't the last time they would be meeting. Sioux Falls wasn't a big town, everyone ran into each other after a while of not seeing each other. Now she felt like this wolf wasn't dangerous. If she didn't run into him soon, she'd probably check back.

She noticed that the wolf wasn't that much older than Tobias. She sighed and shook her head. She missed her son, but she needed to stay away from Corveth Harbor. The Graves and their wolves. That was another story for another time and right now it wasn't the right time to tell it.

"My name's Tyler." The wolf said as he looked over at her.

"Mallory." She said, lied about her name. She had to.

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The next morning, Mavis walked into the local diner, a small hole in the wall place called Granny Smith's. It was owned by a nice old lady and the diner started out as a simple apple and fruit stand. She took her usual seat, a booth in the corner. One of the young waitresses came over and got her started with a cup of coffee and a menu to look over. She couldn't help but wonder about Tyler. Was he okay? Should she go back? Look after him? No, it wasn't her problem. She closed her eyes and shook her head.



Her eyes scanned the menu, though she already knew what she'd order. She ordered the same thing every morning: black coffee, scrambled eggs, and bacon. Maybe she should mix it up once in a while. Try the pancakes, or the French toast, or even just a different style of eggs. But routine was comforting, and comfort was something she desperately needed right now.

A bell rang, sharp and sudden, and she turned toward the front of the diner with a start. A few people entered—an elderly couple, holding hands and moving slowly. The woman wore a floral print dress and the man had on a cardigan despite the warm weather. They looked happy, content. She didn't know why she was so jumpy lately. Every sound made her flinch, every stranger made her nervous. She couldn't stop thinking about her life in Corveth Harbor, wishing she could go back to when things were simpler, when she felt safe. Only Michael knew she was alive. Well, she thought he might know, but she wasn't really sure. Their last conversation had been cryptic, hurried. Had he understood what she was trying to tell him?

The waitress came back and looked at Mavis with a familiar, friendly expression. "Same thing you always get?" she asked with a smile, already writing on her pad without waiting for confirmation.

"Yeah," Mavis said quietly. She smiled and nodded, trying to seem normal, and the waitress disappeared back toward the kitchen. She returned moments later with the coffee, steaming hot in a thick ceramic mug. Fifteen minutes after that, the food arrived on a white plate, still sizzling slightly. The great thing about this place was how fast the food came and how nice the people were. Everyone here treated her kindly, asked how her day was going, remembered her name. She could use a lot more nice people in her life. She stared at her plate and picked at the eggs with her fork, moving them around without really eating. She had other things on her mind right now. Important things. Dangerous things.

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