~ For Never Was A Story Of More Woe~ {Drew}

[Lilith Prescott]

-yes shakespeare had something to do with that title-

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Lilith felt a giggle bubble up as she packed the picnic basket. She was really hoping Drew was going to be happy with this surprise date that she had put together. She folded the red blanket up and placed it over the wine and snack food that she had prepared. She had been trying to figure out the perfect date for them to go on, since everything had been cleared up and staying in usually led to....her eyes moved to the bedroom and she blushed. What was she....19? She put her hands on her cheeks, hoping her cool fingers would banish the warm blush.

Her circulation had never quite returned to normal, and Lilith wore a lot more sweaters than she used to. Even her fire had cooled down a bit, which was odd to her but, eh what could she do. She barely used her powers anymore, more thanks to Drew liking caution, and she respected that. She wrote out a note, thoughts of romantic evenings under the stars filling her head. Drew was supposed to be working a little later tonight and so the sun was already setting outside. He was to be home in a half hour, enough time for her to get to the park and get everything set up. She had carefully done her hair in the mirror, hated it, and ended up leaving it down and wild like usual. Grabbing her sweater, she checked her makeup, and her clothes. Flats instead of heels this time. She had discovered the adorableness of them, and any time she tripped in heels, she was scared she would give Drew a heart attack.

My love,

Meet me on the far west side of Windstalker Park, under that giant tree I have always admired.

Yours Always,

Lilith

There may have been hearts placed in a few spots on this note.

Putting on her sweater and grabbing her basket, the car ride did not take long to the park, and as she made it to the tree, she looked at her watch. "Drew should be here any minute now." Lilith felt a squeal of joy leave her as she set up under the giant oak tree she loved so much. Nature was truly beautiful. One by one, the stars started peaking out over the horizon. The park was completely empty, and a nice secluded picnic would be just what her and Drew needed. As she finished, she nodded happily, and hearing footsteps turned around. "Drew!" Except it wasn't Drew, and her eyes widened as a cloth got pressed over her face, darkness consuming her.

"Place her here." The team of men leaned the red headed woman up against the tree, her hands and feet tied. Their captain looking over the blanket and basket that had been placed down. This was how they were finally going to get him. This girl was the key. He kept his joy down, giving orders out to his men. He knew that their presence would be known, but if their Intel was correct, that beast would do anything for this woman. So to use her as bait would be perfect. His men spread out, each one taking a hiding spot. Their captain finally grinned as he sat next to the woman. A pretty little thing, she was. Too bad he couldn't mess with her a little. He carefully tied a gag around her mouth before standing up and looking over the park, waiting for their mark to show up. He kept his gun pointed at her head casually as he waited. No mistakes this time.

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Tag: Drew Schultz

So here it is. I felt like this needed to be done to get Drew to cooperate -- if you like it great -- if not I can edit it. Let me know, love!

[Drew Schultz]

He hated leaving her to go to work, but he couldn't put it off forever. He owed his boss more than he would be able to pay-off in a year, and every day that he put off going added to that number. That didn't stop him from having a near panic attack when he got back home and found that she wasn't in the house. He calmed a little when he found her note, and he set out to walk to the park, carefully folding the note and putting it in his pocket. Fortunately, there was no rain in the forecast for the night. She had chosen her night well, even if he would have preferred to walk with her there. As nervous as she was these days, he was surprised that she had gone on her own, and his inner wolf didn't like it. Paranoid as he'd been before all of what had happened, he had become even more so when it came to Lilith. It was that impulse that made him walk perhaps a little faster than he normally did.

As soon as he crossed the threshold of the park, something made him pause. He wasn't sure what it was, but his instincts were telling him that something was wrong. Taking a careful sniff of the air, the alarm bells went off in his head. There were men in the park. A number of men, all of them stinking of gunpowder. These were not rent-a-cop security guards or casual weekend shooters, or even a biker's convention. These were men who made their living around gunpowder. He melted into the shadows, his heart beginning to race. Lilith's car was there, so where was she? It seemed reasonable to assume that the men had her. Gut-wrenching terror blind-sided him as a thought crossed his mind.

Was it Axium?

He had to find her, but if they were going to escape, he was also going to have to take out the men that they had sent. Which meant that he needed a count. He wished that he had brought a knife with him. Killing all of them by hand was possible, but could be noisy, especially because these men were trained in combat. If something happened to him, where did that leave Lilith? Maybe it was better to cooperate until he knew she was okay. Of course, if he did that, there was no guarantee that either of them would get away. Perhaps it was best to clear a path for them first.

A familiar scent stopped him in his tracks. Goddamnit, they had sent Captain Soren. That psychopath had been hunting him for years, and he would have no qualms about killing Lilith just to spite him. No. There was no way to get out of this by talking. He would have to take them all out before they knew he had arrived.

But that turned out not to be possible, when he realized that one of the dog experiments had already caught his scent, and sent up a howl that reminded Drew of his own wolf's cry. Gritting his teeth, he stepped out of his place between the trees. He wasn't a raccoon, to be treed by the real hunters. He was a predator in his own right, and it was time that they remembered that. Drew felt the beginnings of his transformation, as his throat contorted, his fangs growing. In response to the howl, he snarled a roar that shook the leaves in the trees overhead.

A half dozen guns suddenly pointed in his direction, and he glared at them all before walking straight through the trees to meet the "good" captain. The man's gun was pointed at Lilith's head, as Drew had feared, and the wolf experiment forced his transformation to recede, though the wolf stayed in his eyes.

"It's been a while, Beast," Captain Soren said, not moving his gun. "Now. I want to be very clear. If you say a single syllable, I will put a bullet between this girl's eyes. Or perhaps not. Perhaps I'll shoot her somewhere where she'll suffer before she dies."

A growl rose from Drew's throat, and the men closed in, surrounding him with rifles and pistols. Captain Soren loved the anger in the Beast's eyes, almost as much as he loved the helplessness. Lilith groaned as she began to wake, and the Captain's attention was divided for a fraction of a second. It was all Drew needed to transform his claws, and slash the man's arm away from Lilith. Streams of blood splashed through the air as Captain Soren roared in anger, but a single deafening bang from the man behind the Captain made Drew's ears ring as he froze.

The agony was slow in coming, but when it hit, it literally knocked the wind out of him. While the Captain's blood was streaming from his claws, he looked down. He'd been shot. Again. It was so much more painful than any other kind of injury he'd experienced, and his mind seemed to slow as he sank to his knees, which were suddenly unable to support his weight. His hands clapped to the injury as the claws receded, and by the time that he collapsed to the ground, his hands were soaked with his blood, which steamed as it was exposed to the cooling air. His vision was beginning to go dark at the edges as he glared up at the Captain, who was clutching his wounded arm with eyes that looked on the far side of sanity.

[Lilith Prescott]

Lilith's head felt like it was full of saw dust and her mouth felt like she was chewing on cotton. Her eyes were blurry and she felt a rough texture on her tongue. What was happening? The last thing she remembered was setting up the picnic basket and...blanket....what happened? As her vision cleared the first thing in front of her was Drew. On the ground. Blood on his hands. She blinked a couple times, memories flooding back into her conscious mind. There were a group of men behind her and then she blacked out.

Drew. Drew was in front of her, glaring at a person next to her. She went to say his name, only to be stopped once again by the rough texture she tasted. Like cotton. She was gagged. She tried to wiggle her arms and noted they were tied along with her feet. She slowly turned her head to see a man, who was not looking all with the world or anything. He frankly looked to be enjoying things much to much and he had a gun pointed at her head.

"Glad to see you awake, cutie pie." He looked down at her and leaned down, pulling her gag away. As soon as it was down she screamed Drews name, pulling at her bonds. She heard laughter above her. "Sweety, that ain't gonna work today. This beast is caught." He kneeled down, grabbing her cheeks and pushing her face towards Drew.

Lilith saw the blood, and heard Drew's growls as he got weaker. Tears streamed from her eyes and she frowned. No. This couldn't be happening. Not again...she wasn't going to lose Drew. No. She turned, staring at the man, concentrating. His uniform caught fire. She kept concentrating. She had to do something. He stood up with a groan and beat out the fire. "NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He kicked Lilith into the ground and she groaned, feeling her shoulder protest at the impact. She felt the cold barrel of his gun touch her head. Oh God, she was going to die.

"Stop, captain." A voice came from the park. Alice walked up to the scene. "If you harm one hair on her head, I will personally bring you into our experimentation program. Now stop wasting time and load them up." Alice knelt next to Drew. He was practically passed out and she gave him a good once over, a smile that was not completely sane on her face. "Oh yes, we are going to have so much fun." She laughed, standing up and staring at Lilith.

"Drew..." Lilith paid the woman who had shown up no heed and just wanted to be next to her love. Why was this happening. "Hmmm...what are you anyways..." Alice grabbed her bag she had brought with her, pulling out a needle and syringe, and grabbing Lilith's arm. When she attempted to struggle, Alice glared at the red head. "Hold still or else I will cut your whole arm off." Her voice was cold, causing Lilith to still. She drew a vial's worth of blood, putting it in her bag which included a small cooler/holder for her vials before moving over to Drew and using a sedative on him. It was one of the strongest they had, developed by Professor Baumann to be used on supernaturals. She then did the same to Lilith and stood up as they both passed out. "There that should make it easier. Now hurry up so the specimen doesn't die." With that, Alice walked back to her car. Oh yes, she was so happy Lambert gave these two to her to complete while he was wrapped up with his other project. She grinned, driving to the lab. She couldn't wait to start.