Bisogno Means Need

Ch 1: Bisogno

By: Helena F. Lupin

A low rumbling sound very close to gravely thunder slipped past lips that looked full and ripe for kissing, had they not pulled back to bare gleaming white teeth, the upper and lower canines just a little sharpened. Those who stood in the middle of the office flinched and tried not to back away, most failed. Pale storm gray eyes flickered about, looking from under dark golden bangs that curled into a slender, smooth face, the hair just long enough to curl into the collar of his dark charcoal button up shirt that had been left untucked over black slacks. He had not bothered with shoes, he was too used to going without. An annoyed flex of muscles made his body seem to ripple under lightly sun kissed skin with power as he moved toward the desk of the police chief there. “What do you mean you don’t have enough security to go around for the pack leaders? Don’t you mean that everyone it terrified to be near us?” He asked in a low, far to baritone voice.

The man behind the desk stood, regretting that he had when he remembered he was only five nine and the man before him was six one, he could not even manage to look tall as proudly as the other carried himself. He brushed back his graying brunette hair with one slightly shaking hand as the other officers in the room put their hands near their guns. “I’m sorry, really, but there are problems all over the city with ‘werewolf’ sightings.” He said, a touch of hate in those blue eyes as he stared up at the leader of the Amber Clan, Walker Ward. “We’ll do our best to keep assassination attempts down, but we just don’t have the man power with all the chaos breaking out.” Walker slammed his hands onto the desk, making them all jump as it splintered.

“Do not try to humor me.” Walker snarled. “I’m no fool! You are all terrified of my own and me, do not bother to send those who will be too jump to work around us, if just one of my people gets shot I’ll hunt you down and eat out your heart.” Walker stood abruptly and stalked out of the room, shoving the door open so hard that it went flying off of the hinges in a spray of shattered wood and glass. He moved out of the police station, a frightening and graceful image to behold as a man and a woman met him and followed after him. The man was all bulk with short dark hair, the woman smaller, more agile with the same dark hair flowing about her to her waist. Their eyes were mismatched, his left one blue the right green, and for her the left green and the right blue. “Bring more of our own.” He said calmly as he jerked open the door to the sleek black rental car in the parking lot. “I wont have mistakes.” They both nodded curtly as he slid into the dark and took off, ignoring the speed limit all together.

For the past two years there had been a fight for either to allow werewolves as one of society or to turn them out and have a free for all slaughter on both sides. Walker was fighting for expectance, but as much as these people angered him he was starting to lean toward killing every last one of them. He gave another annoyed growl as he slammed onto the breaks in a parking space before the hotel he and other pack leaders were staying in. It was foolish of the humans to put them all in one place, several fights had almost broken out in an hour alone. He slammed the door so hard on the dark that it would stick solidly before moving into the hotel. At least humans had some taste, it had to be a five star hotel, if not more.

His room was to his liking at least, large, spacious, a living room and a separate bedroom. The carpets were dark brandy colored as were the bed sheets and furniture, with touches of gold leaf patterns, the same the walls and curtains bore. He flopped onto the couch and picked up the phone from the glass side table, turning on the light to the lamp to order raw meat, he was pissed, he ate when he was pissed, and he knew those who were of the human world would not like if he ate a few of their own. He at last turned on the tv and tried to find something of interest to take up his time. He had nothing left to do until he was needed at the court meeting, at the moment he was helping to save a fellow leader from a death penalty. If he was proven innocent, then they would have a far better chance with the law that said werewolves were one of the normal humans. Walker snorted. Normal my ass.

He waited for the other to ID the body. He cast a dark look at everyone in the room except for the body, his chocolate eyes so close to onyx as he promptly zipped the bag back up and tapped a foot in annoyance. His hands were gloved, having been working in another room with another body, his fingers twitched for a moment, as if he wanted to run his hands through the mass of slightly curling raven locks held back from his fact in a short ponytail to just about his shoulder blades. As harsh as his face tried to be, the finer handsome features made it impossible for him to be unattractive even when he scowled, with the fuller lower lip for a nice little pout, and the lightly made golden skin he was eternally beautiful for a man. His golden touched skin was flawless.

He had drawn on a white lab coat over a simple button up blue shirt and jeans. Alessandro had never been known to be nice to the living, and it shown in his particular disposition as he glanced at newly arrived ‘breathing-one’. “Do you know him or not?” He asked, a heavy accident on each word, but it was clear. Alessandro had never sought more human contact then when he needed a warm night, seeking a bed was better then seeking a relationship for him.

The man that stood there between the police shot Alessandro a loathing look, but it withered when the Italian gave no true reaction to the glare, only a flat expression of boredom. When the man nodded and said it was his brother Alessandro turned away to let the cops take the man away. Alessandro had been in the middle of the examination when they had brought the man in. He would have rather had time to clean up the body first, but he had no choice in that matter. Most of the corpse was managed through the chest area and the stomach was split open, the flesh torn around the edges from rough tearing teeth. Most were sure it was a werewolf attack, but the Italian was no so sure. He had his doubts, werewolves did not leave this much behind, they ate what they killed. In his opinion there had not been a werewolf killing in nearly five years. But people will be as god made them and jump to conclusions.

They even had some poor werewolf in jail now for the trial of this murder. Alessandro had already dismissed that he was a killer, he had seen the man’s werewolf form and had taken measure of the biting radius of his jaw, none of the bodies were of this man’s doing. And Alessandro got to tell everyone that in court soon, he hated having to deal with lawyers.

He turned back once the others left the room. The autopsy room was large, tiled white along the floor and first half of the wall before frosted blue paint took over, the ceiling white as snow with florescent lights. Several long metal tables lined the center of the room, about five, for different bodies to be worked on. To his far right the walls were lined in medical equipment and computers. It was fairly cool in the room, so the bodies kept. A dead body and heat did not go well together. Tonight he was the only one working, at least at this time in the morning. He always took night shift, he preferred it.

The sharp ring of his cell phone on the counter beside his lap top drew his attention after a moment and he halted his work to answer it. “Yes?” He tucked the phone between shoulder and cheek as he continued to work.

“Alessandro, we need you down here.” He knew that voice, one of the few people he could put up with, a lover of sorts actually. He was about to ask why Dominic was so nervous when the other answered before he spoke. “It matches the last three bodies you got in, I convinced them to wait for you to have a look, we’re missing something here baby, and I know you have the best chance of spotting it. You always can.”

“I don’t do field work.” Alessandro said sternly, his voice a touch cold where usually it was warm velvet for the other. He did not like going out to do his work, the crowds that gathered to only become sick when they saw the mutilation he saw almost every night angered him.

“Please, I’m out of ideas, you’re my last hope for now.” Dominic sounded tired, perhaps that was why Alessandro gave a sigh of defeat. He felt he would regret doing this, but he agreed that he would come to the scene. It was only a fifteen minute drive, plus traffic, to get to the park. Why was it always the park? It was supposed to be a lovely place to relax, not a dumping ground for bodies. But that did not stop the crazies in this city. He pulled the sleek black cark into the parking lot and moved through the crowd around the yellow tap, making it past the police and into the main gate. The park was nearly bare, winter would set in soon, the sky above black and starless. He moved swiftly along the concrete sidewalk toward the area one cop had pointed out to him.

Dominic was hard to miss, his hair was a blazing copper red, his eyes a deep blue. Alessandro greeted him with a little kiss on the cheek. “And where is it?” He asked calmly as the other cops around stared at them because of the little kiss. Both men ignored it.

“This way.” Dominic’s voice was deep, his features were strong too under pale, fair skin. Dominic was handsome, and he was one of the few who could put up with the Italian’s razor sharp tongue. The body was some twenty feet away, hidden by the brittle remnants of bushes. The torso was split open, and one limb was missing, the right leg, the bright hazel eyes of the woman still wide open in shock mostly Alessandro would say. “We thought another werewolf attack, and of course it got out. Every pack leader is out here now to check it out for themselves, we wont let them on the scene of course.”

“Maybe you should.” Alessandro replied as he glanced over the body, kneeling beside it, trying to keep from stepping on the blood. “They do have better noses then we do, they might catch the killer’s scent, or maybe they will turn in the one who did it...if one did it.” He murmured absently. The body was fresh. “Who found it? How long ago?” If the werewolf was interrupted then he would have killed the one who did it, not leave a perfectly good meal.

“A couple out for a little walk, the guy tripped and landed in the blood.” Dominic nodded toward a spot of blood that was thrash about on the dry earth. Falling in carnage, that had to be a top way to end the night for anyone. Alessandro sighed and stood, about to make his comments when he heard shouts and glanced to the side. A group of about a dozen men and women, looking stern and shoving past the police who seemed reluctant to stop them. That alone told Alessandro these were the pack leaders. But the one in the lead made Alessandro catch his breath, storm gray eyes focused sharply on him and the owner of those amazing eyes froze in mid step.

“Less?” Dominic asked softly, confused as he watched the other standing there, his pulse standing out clearly on his throat now. “What is it?”

“Bisogno.”

“What?” Dominic blinked, but Alessandro was barely aware of the other now, let alone anyone else in the world as the other began to walk again. The werewolf’s eyes began to bleed to amber gold, bright and flashing in the lights of the lamps and the blue and red of police cars. The Italian could feel his heart in his throat, a particular warmth touching his stomach as the werewolf moved toward him, something of a darker predatory need coming into his movements.

“Need.” He murmured at last. “Bisogno means...need.” He gulped when Walker stopped before him, towering as he looked down at Alessandro. His amber eyes were the last thing Alessandro remembered before darkness swallowed everything.