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On the Run

By: bsmart (a.k.a. Tiek Mo
Shet)

Disclaimer:
Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal
weight. It�s a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I�m still typing.
If you�re under the legal age where ever you are don�t read this, but since
you�re going to anyways at least don�t let your mommy catch you. This fic is
very much NC-17. Copyright? Ha! Just don�t be a dick. If you got this anywhere
besides mediaminer.org, the official Pokegirls Yahoo group, or adult-fanfiction.org
then you likely haven�t seen all of it as those are the only places where this
story is officially distributed.

Note: This
is an Orange League fic. To be honest I don�t know a damn thing about pon
an
and I want to keep it that way. If I make a dumb mistake feel free to point it
out. I�ve done as much research as I can thi this to keep it consistent with
what seems to be the accepted canon of the pokegirl world. Also no one that I
know of has done anything with the Orange League so I�m making it up as I go
along.

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Side Story 1: Thicker Than Water

"Thatcher?"

Bored
silence.

"Thatcher?"
the teacher droned again in his nasal voice.

Again,
silence.

"Has
anyone seen Ms. Thatcher?" Even when placed in a sentence the roman nosed
educator still infused the name with all the too-bored-to-care excitement he
had put into it by itself.

"Anyone?"
He asked as he peered over the tops of his horn rimmed glasses.

"I
haven't seen her in the last couple of weeks," one of the permanently
chipper cheerleaders in the class answered.

The
gray haired teacher let out a sigh that was equal parts frustration, apathy,
and boredom; he passed over the roll for a moment before settling for the next
name on his list. "Valenti?"

"Here,"
Antoni replied offhandedly.

"Good,
Mr. Valenti since Ms. Thatcher seems to be unable to make it to class I need
you to take her work to her. I'll coordinate with the rest of her professors
and get her make up work from them, see me after school to collect it and take
it to her."

"Uh
sir," Antoni replied while inwardly he groused at his bad luck. This
afternoon was his 'work' time. He had people stopping by for their stuff later
and if he was busy running errands for the school's resident snot then he
wasn't going to be ready. Unfortunately he couldn't actually give the professor
the real reason he didn't want to play messenger boy so he made one up. "I
don't know where she lives."

"I'll
have directions to her house waiting for you," the teacher assured him
without bothering to look up from the roll. "Walther?"

Antoni
tried to think of something else to use as an excuse but nothing came to mind
and his opportunity passed. For the rest of the day he tried to think of a way
to get out of this, after all he had orders to fill.

High
school was relatively good to Antoni, not because he was especially athletic,
smart, or good looking, it was good because he could provide a service few
people could. In a world where high technology was still used but knowledge of
it was shunned those who knew its inner workings were both extremely useful and
rare. Sure most of the people in the school knew how to use a computer, a few
of the rich ones even owned one, but as far as actually knowing how one worked?
None, Antoni was it.

Which
left him in a very lucrative position, a position to offer services and
products that no one else in the school could, a position that allowed him to
live handsomely for a week off an afternoon's worth of work, an afternoon's
worth of work that this little side trip would screw up.

Any
idiot with access to a computer, some card stock and a roll of laminate could
make a fake I.D., but Antoni was the only one who could get you one that would
pass muster with the police. A pen, an eraser, and some patience could change
the grade on the piece of paper you handed to your parents at the end of the
semester but Antoni could actually change the grade where it mattered, in the
computer. A few tenths of a point low on your GPA? For a price Antoni could fix
that and get you where you wanted to be. So while the word geek could certainly
apply to the hundred and ninety five centimeter bespectacled toe head he
avoided much of the hassle that would have normally gone with the word. Most of
the clique leaders of the school treated him with at worst indifference and at
best false friendship, which in turn bled down to their lackeys and eventually
out into the main body of the school. 'Their all a bunch of drones anyways,'
Antoni thought, 'but they're drones with money.' College wasn't going to be
cheap.

At
the end of the school day no solution to his problem had presented itself, he'd
thought of a few explanations that might fly but he knew they'd all be shot
down. Determined to get this over with as soon as possible so he'd have to
listen to as few bitchy preppies as possible he walked back into his first
period classroom.

"I'm
here for Callista's work," he said as he approached his teacher's desk.

"Oh
yes, that," he said as he looked up from a set of papers he was grading.
After a bit of shuffling of the mess that covered his desk the older man found
what he was looking for and handed Antoni a rubber banded stack of papers.
"The directions to her house are on top," he said before turning back
to his grading.

One
look at the address and the directions he was being given make Antoni grimace,
her house was a good forty five minute walk from the school, it would take him
nearly two hours to get there and get back to his house.

Apparently
his displeasure didn't go unnoticed as his teacher immediately told him,
"I realize this is a ways to go, I've already talked to the other teachers
that you and Ms. Thatcher have in common and they've all agreed to give you
extra credit for this."

While
the credit would be nice it wasn't what was bothering Antoni. Still he'd take
what he could get and he set off.

Sluton
was a big city, not only was it the provincial capital but it was also the
biggest deepwater port on the north coast of the Orange league. The high school Antoni attended was on the outskirts of the
city, in one of the more upscale residential areas but the neighborhood that
Callista lived in put Antoni's to shame. Every house sat on a half dozen acres
or more and not one of the looked to be less then seven hundred square meters
and a couple of stories.

In
a way it was exactly what he expected for a pureblood. Callista was one of only
three purebloods in the entire school, a school that had over two thousand
students. Unlike the other two Callista didn't make it her hobby to constantly
try to insist that she was better then everyone else like the other two did.
No, when you were around her you just knew it, her belief that she was better
tevereveryone else ran so deep that she didn't feel the need to tell everyone
about it, she just knew it, and if you spent more then thirty seconds around
her you knew she knew it. 'The only line of sight that girl has is right down
her nose,' Antoni mused as he walked by what could only be described as a
miniature castle. The fact that he was running this errand for a complete snob
didn't help his attitude, why her parents just didn't send one of their lackeys
to fetch her stuff didn't make any sense, it's not like they were hurting for
flunkeys.

Callista's
father was a member of the city council, a political big wig who'd taken the
two centuries old practice of running on your heredity to new heights. Why
people seemed to think that being a pureblood made you more fit to lead was a
concept just beyond Antoni's grasp, especially since more then ninety nine
percent of the population had as many pokegirls in their family tree as normal
humans. Still, people were elected every day that had absolutely no
qualifications to run so much as a lemonade stand but were put in office
anyways just because you couldn't find a pokegirl in their family tree. Antoni
had a deep rooted belief that most "purebloods" were lying anyways,
proving your ancestry baore ore then a half dozen generations was damn near
impossible, trying to prove it all the way back through the Great War to the
time before seemed an impossible task, ten to fifteen generations were
literally thousands of people, 'And not one of them lied or might have been a
bastard?' Antoni scoffed. Regardless Callista's father was running for mayor on
the "no pokegirl genes" ticket and everyone expected him to win, but
that was still months off.

When
he finally reached the end of his journey the Thatcher's house was everything
that he had expected. A three story monstrosity sitting on a small hill
surrounded with trees on what had to be ten acres of the highest priced land in
the area. A three meter high stone wall kept out the casual prying eyes and
Antoni was only able to see it at all through the wrought iron gate of their drive
way. A shove on the gate revealed that it was locked but the guard shack on the
other side was unoccupied and there was no call box to be seen to ask to be let
in. "Give me a break," Antoni complained to himself. He waited for
ten minutes, hoping that the guard was taking a break but no one showed up.
"Damn it," he snarled as he looked at his watch, "the first of
them is going to be showing up just when I get back." Ha no no desire to
be any later then he already was and not wanting to have to make this trek
tomorrow he spotted a tree sixty meters down the way and climbed it as quickly
as possible and used it to hop the fence. More annoyed then ever to be running
"little miss perfect's" errands, Antoni stormed up the long crushed
stone drive way to the home.

The
front door of the house was a massive wooden affair that Antoni guessed was
made out of blackwood or some equally valuable and rare material, 'Nothing
common for a pureblood,' he mused as he waited for his knock t ans answered. He
had to wait for a while.

He
was in the middle of pounding on the door for the third time when a blond
haired middle aged woman jerked the door open just far enough to see out and
she demanded, "How did you get here!?"

"I'm
just here to..." Antoni started to answer.

"Never
mind, get off the property, NOW!" she yelled and slammed the door hard
enough to cause its heavy frame to creak.

Antoni
stood there in stupefied silence for a moment, he'd heard of purebloods being
unpleasant, but that was worse then he'd ever dared imagine. It was only as he
was running the scene through in his mind again that he realized who the woman
was, he'd seen her on TV. 'What the hell is Mrs. Thatcher doing answering her
own door?' he wondered, anyone who could afford to have a guard for their front
gate could afford a little domestic help to answer the door, but then again
nobody was at the front gate.

He
was tempted to just ditch the sheaf of papers and be done with the whole thing
but it was supposed to rain this evening and if for some reason she didn't get
it when he said he'd gotten it to her it would be his ass. He looked over the
entry way hoping for a mailbox or slot, something he could put the papers in
and reasonably claim he'd done what had been asked of him but there was
nothing. 'Probably gets delivered to a PO box or something.'

A
quick check revealed that there was no way to slide the papers under the door,
it had some sort of seal on it and the door itself was locked. With no options
left to him and time ticking away Antoni made a snap decision. 'I just need to
find a door or window that's open, I'll toss this crap inside and I'm gone.'

Moving
as quickly and quietly as he could Antoni started to make his way around the
left side of the house. The windows of the domicile were large and airy but all
of them were tightly shut and curtained off. After forcing his way through the
thick prickly hedge that ran around the bottom of the house like a collar for
the third time only to find the window locked Antoni gave up and focused on looking
for a door. His watched beeped at him letting him know that another hour was
passed. 'It's going to take me an hour to get home and that jock should be
there in half an hour.' He picked up his pace.

He
found what he was looking for at the back of the house. A large screened in
porch with a balcony above it ran the length of the back side of the house.
Antoni tried the first door that he came too and was able to slip inside. All
the doors into the house from the porch were locked so Antoni decided that the
wooden table on the porch would have to do. He quickly dumped the stack of
homework on the table and he was about to leave when he heard on of the
previously locked doors open.

For
a half a heart beat as he turned Antoni thought about running, the problem was
that he'd already left the stack of assignments on the table and a quick check
with the school would let them know he'd been here, and taken off running like
a criminal. He was in the middle of considering his other options when a small
soft voice behind him hesitantly asked, "Antoni...Valenti?"

The
girl who'd discovered him was significantly shorter then he was, maybe one
sixty centimeters if she wore a pair of thick soled shoes. Her hair was a shiny
ebon black that hung raggedly around her face, it didn't look like she didn't
take care of it so much as if her stylist had simply grabbed bunches of hair
and cut if off at different lengths. Some of it hung down past her shoulders
while the rest of it choppily layered around her head with some of it sticking
out slightly of its own accord. Her skin was a pale eggshell color that made
him wonder if she'd ever gotten out in the sun a day in her life. Her lips were
full and eminantly kissable but they were as black as her hair and the eye
shadow that adorned the area around her pale ice green eyes. She was skinny but
not unhealthily so, just long and lean; she had a gymnast�s body. The most
surprising thing about her was that she was wearing old worn clothes, a faded
t-shirt that was too large for her small frame and a pair of shorts that looked
like they'd been worn out years before she'd ever seen them. While he was sure
he'd never seen her before in his life she still somehow knew his name. For a
moment they stood there considering each other, Antoni looking right through
her and trying to figure out how she knew him while she stood there shakily
looking him up and down.

He
was still trying to figure out how she knew him and why she was so poorly
dressed when she took one hesitant step towards him, looked him straight in the
eye, and hurled herself towards him.

While
she came at him in a rush the impact of their bodies was less then cataclysmic,
she didn't weigh enough to even rock a string bean like Antoni back on his
heels. With shocking force the little girl drug Antoni's head down to hers and
crushed her lips to his. The girl was remarkably insistent and even though
Antoni tried to resist her she was able to work her tongue into his mouth in a
matter of seconds. He was in the middle of transitioning from resisting to
participating when a familiar unpleasant voice screamed, "You little
WHORE!"

As
fast as she'd latched onto Antoni the midnight haired girl detached herself
from him only to be slapped in the face hard enough to be knocked down when she
turned to confront her accuser. Antoni automatically moved to help the girl as
Ms. Thatcher bellowed, "What are you still doing here you bastard!"

"Got...,"
the girl began nervously as Antoni kneeled beside her.

"Shut
UP!" Ms. Thatcher screamed. "We didn't raise you to speak like an
animal!"

"Whoa
lady, calm down," Antoni said as he backed up slightly only to find his
back to the low brick wall of the porch.

"What's
going on out here!?" A well kept man in a polo shirt and khaki slacks that
Antoni immediately recognized as Mr. Thatcher demanded as he came through the
same door that both the girl and Ms. Thatcher had used.

"I
don't know, I'm just trying to drop off the school work Callista missed and
then I met this girl and then this lady comes out screaming and hits her, I
don't have a fucking clue what's going on," Antoni babbled as Mr. Thatcher
tried to calm his wife.

The
girl still lying on the ground next to Antoni snaked one arm up over his thigh
as he kneeled next to her and whispered pleadingly, "Antoniiii?"

When
she saw the girl's hand grabbing hold of Antoni Ms. Thatcher drew back her hand
and started towards her prone form but her husband stopped her and she screamed
in rage. "Let me go damn it!" the incensed woman howled. "That
little bitch is going to ruin everything! This is all your fault!"

"How
the hell is this my fault, she's your daughter!" Mr. Thatcher snapped
back.

'Daughter?'
Antoni wondered while his hand automatically drifted over to grasp the girl's,
as far as he knew Callista was an only child. He knew this because the fact
that Callista's parents had only a single child was a bit of a scandal as far
as the school's other two purebloods were concerned. Most pureblood couples
bred like rabbits in some kind of vain attempt to "purify the human race
from the influence of those monsters," or that's how he'd heard it before.
A pureblood couple with just one child was very bizarre.

The
yelling was increasing in volume every round, something that was making the
young girl very nervous. In a pitiful request for whatever protection he could
offer the pale skinned girl pulled herself in tight to Antoni and latched onto
him with both arms, something that drew Mrs. Thatcher's attention away from her
husband.

Where
as previously the woman had simply been angrier then Antoni had ever seen a
female get and he'd been raised with a fire type pokegirl in the house now
elder woman looked like she could explode at any moment. "Is this what you
want you little CUNT!? To be some HALF BREED'S FUCK TOY for the rest of your
pathetic life!?"

"Hey!"
Antoni yelled, being called a half breed was one thing, he was so it didn't
bother him that much but how this woman could be so callous to her own daughter
was too much. "Back off!"

"Mark,
call the police, I want this little sonofabitch arrested!"

At
the mention of his being arrested the little girl squeezed her arms around
Antoni's waist hard enough to be painful. "Gaaawwth," she complained.

"Callista
you little slut, STOP ACTING LIKE SOME KIND OF ANIMAL!"

When
Mrs. Thatcher called the girl by Callista's name Antoni's mind blanked out.
Whether he believed purebloods lied about their ancestry or was on thing but
like everyone else he'd been brought up with one thing constantly pounded into
him, purebloods don't threshold, ever. But apparently Callista had, and then
everything made sense, the lack of any staff on the property, where Callista
had been for the last two weeks, and even why the Thatchers were so angry, if
it was found out that their daughter had thresholded then everything would fall
apart. Mr. Thatcher's election campaign was founded on the fact that he was a
pureblood, and everything else in their lives was a result of the fact that
they were purebloods, the elite, the royalty of the world. Without their
heritage they were just like everyone else.

Mr.
Thatcher's eyes had never left his cowering daughter and the young man kneeling
beside her since his wife had demanded he call the police. His politician's
mind had almost immediately supplied him with a way to not only make the best
of this situation but also to come out ahead because of it.

"Well,
are you just going to stand there?!" Mrs. Thatcher demanded.

"No,
but I have a better idea then calling the police," and with that he
disappeared into the house.

While
he was gone Antoni helped Callista to her feet though the pokegirl's grip on
him never loosened at all. Mrs. Thatcher said nothing at this; she just
glowered at them making it obvious that if looks could kill they already would
have. While they waited for Callista's father to return Antoni took stock of
the changes that had taken place in her, while a careful examination revealed
that while her face had remained nearly unchanged everything else about her
had. Callista had been a tall girl before, nearly as tall as Antoni, now she
was short enough that he could put his arm around her neck without raising it
at all, which he was doing. Before she'd been a blond haired blue eyed Nordic
ice princess, now she looked much like one of the school's skater punk girls.
Her well developed tan was gone as well.

After
several minutes in the house Mr. Thatcher returned with Callista's school bag,
he collected the sheaf of papers that Antoni had left on the table and stuffed
them into it before shoving it into Antoni's hands. "Both of you get out
of here; she's your problem now. There's thirty five thousand credits in cash
in the bag along with a few of her things. Never come back her and never tell
anyone what's happened, if you do I will see to it that you, your family, and
everyone you've ever meet is ruined, nobody's going to believe a half breed and
his pokegirl."

Alan
and Callista both stood there numbly, Alan was having trouble processing
everything being thrown at him and Callista trying to grasp the fact that her
parents were getting rid of her through the near feral haze clouding her mind.

Mr.
Thatcher pointed off towards the back of the property, "Leave through the
south end, there's a gate back there, it will be unlocked when you get to it,
keep walking south and you'll eventually come to a road, follow it east and
it'll get you back to the main road," he told them.

When
neither of them moved but instead just stood there and stared Ms. Thatcher
snapped, "Get OUT!"

Callista
jumped at her mother's exclamation and both her and her new owner walked
through the door out of the porch and into the yard in the direction they'd
been told to go. For every step of the journey across the expansive unkempt
lawn towards the line of tall proud trees a hundred meters away both of them
could feel the Thatcher's eyes boring into their backs.

Once
they were among the trees the ground started to slope downhill. When Callista
glanced back after several minutes of walking she could no longer see the house
she'd been raised in. The realization that she'd most likely never see it again
dawned on her as Antoni led her through the narrow south gate and into the
messy natural forest beyond. It was only after they'd walked a few dozen meters
into the forest that she was finally able to process everything that had
happened in the last ten minutes and in the previous two weeks. When it finally
hit she started to cry.

Antoni
missed Callista's first soft quiet sobs, he was every bit as busy trying to
process what had just happened as she had been a few minutes earlier. A girl
thresholding wasn't anything to get excited about, it was almost more normal
then to see a girl make it through puberty untouched. Antoni's class had
started ninth grade with almost seven hundred people in it, about three hundred
and eighty of whom were girls, and now it looked like there would be less then
four hundred and fifty people graduating. During the worst of it in tenth grade
it wasn't uncommon for four or five girls to stop coming to school in a week.
It had slowed considerably but a girl still dropped out every other week or so.

It
wasn't even the fact that they'd given their daughter to a complete stranger
that made him uneasy. Most families started planning for the possibility of
their daughters thresholding very early on, usually a friend of the family, a
male friend of the girls, or even a distant relative was found who would agree
to take them in if the likely event occurred. One of Antoni's classmates had
even taken his own sister as his pokegirl which had raised a few eyebrows but
not much more. A few even used one of the matching services out there to find a
suitable owner for their daughter but some refused to think that it could
happen to their daughters or just didn't bother to plan for it and when the
inevitable happened they had to sell them to a ranch or just give them to the
next decent looking candidate to come along so that the girl didn't go feral.

No,
it was the rage he had seen in Callista's mother and the lack of any compassion
from her father that ate at him. He had two older sisters who had been lucky
enough to avoid thresholding but if they had he couldn't imagine his father or
mother or their pokegirls treating them like Callista's parents had. The amount
of hate that had been directed at her over something she had no control over
stunned him. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice
Callista's distress until she fell to her knees and started sniffling.

Mentally,
emotionally, and physically Callista had gone as far as she could. Mentally
she'd been stripped of everything she'd ever had and everything she'd ever
wanted. Everything she'd had planned for her life was gone and she could never
get it back, and to top it off now she was the very thing she'd always been
taught to despise. Emotionally she was wiped out, her parents had not only
rejected her but they hated her, none of her friends would even acknowledge her
existence, not that she could go to them anyways. Finally her body and her mind
was going feral but she wasn't far enough gone yet not to realize it, which
meant she either had to become, as her mother put it, somebody's fuck toy or
she would go insane, and she knew that prospect terrified her enough that not
even her considerable pride would be able to stop her from jumping somebody.
She'd already tried with Antoni. Most people thought of threshold as a rapid
overnight sort of thing. The girl would be sick for a day or two and then
overnight she'd wake up a pokegirl. In a way this was true, most of the
physical changes occurred in a day or two but the mental and emotional changes
could take a week or more and the need to be tamed was the last change to
occur. Most people saw this as a bit of a blessing since it gave the parents of
the girl a week or more to find her a home even if she turned into a Wildcat.
In Callista's case her transformation had taken a bit longer then normal and
her body was only now making its new most basic need known.

Under
the weight of all this her body simply shut down and she dropped to the ground
and began sobbing. 'I should have just killed myself,' she thought. She'd come
close, she'd been holding a bottle of pills in her hand and she was getting
ready to take the top off when she realized she couldn't do it. She'd stared
into the sink for a long time, trying to convince herself that she wasn't
thresholding that she was just sick and she'd get better but when she'd looked
up into the mirror over the porcelain bowl the green eyes that stared back
exposed her reasoning for the lie it was.

She
was on the verge of deciding to just let herself go feral and be done with it
when she felt Antoni's hand on her shoulder and his voice asking what was
wrong. A month ago she would have been hard pressed to remember his name or
that she even had any classes with him but now she latched onto the small bit
of human comfort that his hand provided like a drowning person would grab a
life preserver. He hadn't recoiled in horror from her like her father had when
he'd seen her, he hadn't screamed at her and cursed her like her mother had,
and he�d even tried to protect her, sort of. A month ago the thought of a half
breed like him even touching her would have been revolting but now a set of
instincts that she hadn't been born with craved more of his touch, much more.

'You
have no right to call him a half-breed anymore bitch, he's more human than
you'll ever be again,' a mocking voice in her head told her.

Antoni
was still trying to figure out what, out of a hundred different things, was
wrong with Callista when she looked up at him through blood shot tear filled
eyes and quietly begged him, "Please...please tame me."

The
relief that she felt at saying those words and just how right it had felt not
only to say them, but to beg Antoni for it scared Callista more then the
prospect of what was to come.

'Of
course she needs to be tamed,' Antoni realized, 'she wasn't muttering at her
house, she's a Goth, she's probably damn near feral too.' He had to admit to
himself that the proposition of taming the biggest snob in school was a
tempting one, she was at his mercy like this, he could do just about anything
he wanted to. A girl who'd thought she was superior to everyone else was now
his to do with as he pleased, after he tamed her he could order her to parade
around his house, hell all of town, naked. He could spend the next twenty years
constantly humiliating her and mocking her, reminding her every minute of every
day that she wasn't any better than anyone else and now she was on the bottom
of the social ladder.

But
he couldn't do it, one look at her, how pitiful she looked, how she was
shamelessly begging him to help her, and every thought of trying to humble her
left his mind. After everything she'd been through he realized that if he
wasn't as caring with her as he could be it could break her, ruin her
completely. Just how he was going to do that he didn't know, people were
illogical, he was much happier dealing with computers but he was willing to
try. The pleading look on her face just triggered every ingrained male
protective impulse he had, and he hadn't even tamed her yet.

"When
we get back to my house, first thing, I promise," he told her.

Callista's
pleading tone took on a more urgent note, "No. Please, I need it."

Antoni's
unease ratcheted up another notch as Callista started to pull herself up his
leg while her green eyes bored into his. He'd hoped delay the inevitable until
he got home giving him time to get mentally prepared, no matter what she looked
like she was still Callista Thatcher in the more irrational part of his mind.
He needed time to bring that side into line with the rational realization that
regardless of whom she had been before she was a pokegirl now, specifically his
pokegirl. 'Well mine once I get my pet owner's license and I register her.' His
contemplation was interrupted when a small hand glided up one of his pant's
legs and across his groin revealing that at least one of his heads knew exactly
what it wanted.

Callista
had given up on trying to contror urr urges, she'd been resisting them for the
last four days and she was tired of it. She wanted to give in more than
anything but held back because her brain kept screaming that it was the final
straw, the final admission that this was her life now however her new traitorous
body kept up a subtle siren's song of promised pleasure and fulfillment. After
four days of trying to resist it the last mental barrier had been shattered,
her parents had thrown her out, given her to somebody, she was property now.
There was no longer any denying what she was, all that was left were her
instincts, her instincts that were demanding that something fill her, that
something lick, and suck, and fuck her till she no longer cared what happened
to her, but most of all her instincts were crying out for something...human.

The
feeling of a pair of full firm lips pressing up against his and of a small soft
hand worming it's way down into his underwear kicked his brain and all it's
indecision out of the driver's seat.

Their
first coupling wasn't particularly long, romantic, or even that fulfilling, in
later years they would bemoan the way that they lost their innocence to each
other but at the moment it satisfied a need. Their second time, while still by
no means spectacular, was much better, facing each other this time with the
tree Callista had formerly used to lean on now holding her up as Antoni pressed
her against it.

The
road that butted up against the forest at the back of Callista's former house
was a simple dirt affair with trees on both sides, and completely devoid of
traffic which gave Callista plenty of time to think about the fact that the
first time Antoni had tamed her had been necessary, the secoime ime had
been...because... 'Because you wanted to get it right,' rose unbidden in her
mind.

Callista
hadn't said a word to Antoni since she'd begged him to tame her, well she'd
screamed "Goth" more then a few times but he didn't think that
counted. It was starting to make him nervous; she was walking right beside him
but in a way that made it worse. If she'd been a dozen meters up the road it
would have been one thing but she was walking right beside him, and the way she
kept brushing up against him was distracting. One the plus side she was looking
noticeably less pale, more so then could be explained by the sunlight, she was
still as close to white as he'd ever seen someone but she didn't seem to be
almost translucent as before. Her lips were just as black as before but now
they had what he assumed to be a healthy shine to them instead of the dull
faded look before. He supposed that the changes were from her just getting
tamed, she also wasn't as emotional or distracted anymore, Antoni didn't really
know what to make of it.

The
main road was finally coming into sight when Antoni couldn't stand it any more.
"Callista?"

It
didn't even look like she'd heard him.

"Callista,"
he asked more insistently.

"Mmm,
what mas...Antoni, Antoni," Callista stuttered as she realized what she'd
almost called him.

"You
alright?"

"I'm
fine."

"You
sure, you haven't watched where you were going in a while."

A
soft, "Mmmmm," was the closest thing he got to an answer.

"Callista!"

"Don't
call me that."

"Huh?"

"I
said don't call me that," she replied testily.

"I
heard that, why?"

"Callista's
dead," she replied flatly.

Antoni
frowned, he knew Goths could be morose but this seemed a little extreme.
"You look alright to me."

"I'm
fine, she's dead."

"And
you are?"

"I
don't know yet."

For
several minutes they walked in silence, making it to the main road and finally
getting back on track to make it home. Finally Antoni blurted out, "I've
always like the name Alexa."

Callista
considered this for a few moments before replying, "That sounds
nice."

"Alright
then, when we get home I'm going to need you to help me with my work, we'll
worry about registering you tomorrow and ever....."

************************

Antoni
had a stupid just-fucked grin on his face as he watched Alexa poke around his
room naked. Her pale skin reflected the moon light that fell on her giving her
an ethereal glow. It was hard for him to make out much in the moonlight but
Alexa seemed to have no trouble navigating at all. She poked and prodded at
everything, occasionally muttering things about his slovenly habits or how much
of a geek he was for having so many electronic devices. As she glided by his
desk something caught her eye and she stopped to pick it up.

"What's
this?" she asked as she shuffled through the stack of papers she had
grabbed.

Antoni
squinted trying to make out what they were until the familiar shape of a well
worn cover letter presented itself to him. "Oh that, I'm applying to Trella University in the fall."

"Computer
science?"

"Yeah,
so?"

"You're
such a dork."

Author�s
Notes

Acknowledgements:

Lighthawk � My designated
pre-reader, who subjected himself to this way tftenften.
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