Draven crouched low peering through the driving rain at the two humans. They faced eachother aggressively, their lips moving wordlessly, their voices silenced by the raging tempest. He didn't have time to waste with them, not when what he really wanted was inside the lodge. His eyes moved away from the rapidly changing conflict to the wooden structure, nestled in the woodsy clearing. All was still inside, a single light buring in one of the narrow windows. Nikki was there. He knew, even from the distance, he could feel his blood heat with the memory of their coming together, he'd wiped away any thoughts she may have had of her precious Trevor. They were one, he'd made sure of it when she'd taken his blood.
He turned back to the two men in under the scarce shelter of the naked trees when their voiced finally rose above the rain. So that was Trevor. Draven sneered, there was nothing about him that was spectactular, but he could be a problem later.
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