The fight had been going on for some time, she assumed, even before she'd come here. The two grizzlies were full of stamina, a drive to win. She also figured the men witnessing likely had placed rather sizable bets on the winner of the competition. Both parties, as a result, were under rather intense pressure to perform at their best.
Sooner or later, though, things had to end. In spite of herself, Elle actually had to shriek, spitting some of her beer out. One of the bears had tackled his opponent to the floor, performing what appeared to be the death blow. For good measure, he shook his head around a bit, his jaw still clamped into the opponent's flesh. A way of emphasizing the fact of his defeat, she supposed, on no uncertain terms.
“We have a winner!” came a triumphant shout from nearby. Half of the bar erupted into a boom of applause. The other half was disappointed at the results. Several reached into their pockets, retrieving the money they owed.
Elle was stunned. She believed she'd just gotten through witnessing a murder in the name of sport. She felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she needed to throw up.
“Are you alright?” questioned Nate. He patted her on the shoulder, concerned for her well-being. And though she tried to brush him away, there was no disguising her look of disbelief.
In a moment, the victorious grizzly stood with his arms raised in a stance of triumph, treating his supporters to a bit of post-game spectacle. He let out a booming roar that made Elle's heart skip a beat, and his body began to shrink, the fur to recede. When the fighter had returned to his human form he was covered in hair. Elle's impulse was to avert her eyes from the man's nudity, his thick hair his only covering at any spot on his body. But then two things occurred to her. For one, no one else in the bar seemed to be offended by the sight of his muscular nakedness. This was nothing a shifter hadn't seen before, and thus shouldn't be deemed as offensive. And what was more, the blood, the wounds, the cuts, were far more troubling sights than his genitals. The latter were completely natural, to be expected- the gashes all over his body, by contrast, made her cringe on his behalf.
The fighter seemed to care little about the marks across his skin, used to them as he was. His focus, rather, seemed to be on his fallen opponent. Now that the fanfare for him had subsided, he was stooping to the floor, attempting to rouse the fallen grizzly from his stupor. The furry mass began to shrink, to transform, into a vulnerable looking, fleshy mass. Presumably, Elle hoped, it was a sign that the man was still alive.
“Come on now... Let's get you out of here and cleaned up buddy... That's it... There ya go...” The second naked man was brought up to full height. Once again the bar patrons cheered. This time it was for the defeated party.
“See? No harm done. It's all in good fun...” said Nate, leaning into Elle.
“If that's what you want to consider good fun, then more power to you,” she said. She was more confident in her speech than she had been up to this point in the evening with the alcohol in her system. And Nate flashed her a grin. A smoldering grin, one which went a long way in melting her heart in that moment, even if she couldn't explain why.
The two fighters were making their way across the room. The victor, in full control over his faculties, as the loser limped, slumped over the man's shoulder.
“Great fight tonight Peter!” called Nate over to the still-conscious fighter. He looked up, smiling with only partial conviction through his bloodied face, and nodded with appreciation. Elle, from the corner of her eye, could spy Argyle and Marco exchanging money behind her back across the counter. They, too, had bet against one another on the fight, and Marco had won out over Argyle.
At last, Peter and his opponent disappeared behind a door. presumably to get cleaned up and recuperate. Nate gave Elle a meaningful look, as though to say “See, I told you so?”
Elle couldn't confess to being all that enthusiastic about the notion of bear fights. But she had to at least concede that there was more to these creatures' culture than her first impression, that of sheer brutality. She supposed it might be worth her while, at any rate... To learn and discover more about the way this society worked during this brief and unplanned exposure to their lifestyle.
As the night wore on, Elle found herself striking up quite the intimacy with the man who'd rescued her from torture or death. The tension, the slight awkwardness of their initial meeting, all but dissolved away as the hours wore on. The two of them found themselves laughing, joking, sharing stories about themselves and their lives. Nate, in particular, seemed quite interested in human culture. Almost more, in fact, than Elle had been interested in his own shifter behavior. And the more she shared, the more the other inhabitants of the pub seemed to grow a liking for her as well. Argyle and Marco had remained silent but curious about their guest for the longest time. But given some time and some warming up to this new guest, they began to feature in the conversation themselves. They were actually, Elle came to realize, quite funny. The two of them struck a perfect comedic balance with one another, and caused her to burst out laughing on any number of occasions.
Hell, at one point, even the grizzly fighters from earlier on in the evening put in an appearance. The two of them welcomed their human guest, who seemed to be gaining an unexpected popularity with the shifters sitting around the bar. The pair seemed like reasonable people, which struck Elle as being odd. She couldn't deduce why the hell they would engage in such a violent spectacle.
But above all, an intense connection between Nate and Elle continued to grow and strengthen. It positively blossomed throughout the night... Bringing them closer and closer together as the evening progressed. Before Elle knew it, she was falling for this handsome, rugged stud of a bear shifter.
And throughout the entire evening, Roland, standing in his corner, leered over at Elle like a hawk. He did not once take his spiteful eyes off the girl, a fact which she might have noticed had she not been so focused on Nate.
Elle and Nate leaned into one another. They put their lips together, and shared an intense, maddening kiss. Elle felt lightheaded. She realized what it was she was doing, and wondered for a fraction of a moment, whether it could possibly be a mistake? But then, the only argument she needed was the taste of Nate's lips. The feeling of his tongue in her mouth. The warmth of his saliva. She didn't know where the hell this would end, but she'd lived so much of her life without ever taking chances. And this, she knew, was something wholly worth gambling on.
She leaned closer. Kissed harder. She relaxed her body. Her head spun in the utter perfection of this moment. The crowd around her, she could hear, had begun to cheer, to celebrate this most unexpected union. For a moment, as she blushed, she rather wished things had been a bit more private. But it did somewhat gratify her to know that she had the support of the fellow patrons. When at last she pulled away from Nate to stare into his eyes, a smile was spread wide across her lips, a look of triumph, and utter contentment.
But of course, not everyone in the bar was quite as enthusiastic as the two of them in that moment.
“Alright... You've had your fun... Time to get your ass out of here...”
Every face turned to see Roland thundering forward toward the bar from the door. A look of righteous indignation flared in his eyes. A burning passion to eject Elle in as timely a manner as possible, and see the purity of this gathering restored.
“Roland, hold on...” said Nate, standing up to block his path, but Roland was undeterred. Many of the other men standing around the couple sided with Elle and Nate, but they didn't dare speak up. Roland, after all, was a respected employee of this establishment. He could kick out whomever he so chose, and the other patrons didn't dare attempt to stand in his way.
“I will not hold on, you son of a bitch... You, you traitor... I let your little whore here make her delivery, just as she'd said she'd come to do... And I've sat around for hours, watching her overstay her welcome... But this is a place for bear shifters and bear shifters alone to congregate in privacy. Not for humans who think li
ke it's nothing that they can just march in and effing own the place... It's time for her to get the hell out...”
Here, Roland made the decisive move of seizing Elle's wrist. Harder, even, than he had upon her arrival. Nate did not take all that kindly to this.
“Get your hands off of her!” he yelled. He slammed his hands against Roland' chest, trying to get him to back away.
But Roland would have none of this, punching Nate in the side of his face.
It was unclear, at this point, who shifted first. Clothes shredding, skin expanding, teeth and fur and claws erupting. But in an instant, Elle was screaming, crying out, trying to intervene. But Marco and Argyle restrained her, the two of them as stunned as she.
The grizzlies' violent roars filled the small pub. The sound of it stabbed straight to the hearts of the spectators, causing their jaws to drop as they continued to stare in stupefaction. Elle realized, in the back of her mind, that Nate had been right about the fighters from before. About the notion that it was just in good fun, that no lethal intentions were involved in any way with what they were doing. This, she knew with horror, was real fighting. A genuine wish to murder, to slay, clear in every bite, in every slashing of claws through flesh. Not a single other of the patrons was cheering on either side. No one placing bets. Not a soul engaging in any such morbid fascination. They were all as stunned as Elle. But made it worst of all for her was the fact that, as the grizzlies attacked one another, she had no way of distinguishing them. No way of identifying Nate from Roland. She had no clue who the hell she should be rooting for, and presumably wouldn't know until one of them had succeeded in slaying the other...
She shrieked, as one of the beasts slammed the other up against the opposite wall. Bones sounded as though they'd just been shattered. The beast doing the pinning down sank his teeth into the shoulder of his victim. The pinned down bear let out a pained roar, then exerted an immense force to outright bowl over his attacker. He succeeded in knocking him to the floor, and it was at this point that he, in turn, managed to pin his opponent down. He slashed a vicious claw across the struggling bear's face, a second roar of pain was let out in return-
And from that point, things came to a screeching, unexpected halt. Two more loud roars from either side were let out, two extra grizzlies thrown into the ring in the capacity of law enforcement. Seymour, frail and vulnerable looking, stood at the heads of the two entwined grizzlies. The old man exerted a wholly disproportionate level of authority to his stature.
The fighting beasts froze, the sight of The Honey Pot's owner bringing them to their senses. The man's clout and influence in their community was made wholly evident by the fact of their almost instant bowing to his wishes.
“I. Will not have. This shit. In my establishment. You two goddamn fuckers disentangle yourselves at once. And I mean NOW! Nate, I suggest that you take your new friend home for the evening... And Roland... You and I are going to have a lengthy discussion in my office, IMMEDIATELY...”
This was, without question, the final word in the matter. The two men transformed back into their human forms.
Elle, still tense, breathed the faintest sigh of relief at the sight of Nate having been the one on top. His injuries were the lesser of the two beasts, a shallow impression of bloody teeth marks on his shoulder. Roland, by contrast, had a vicious series of slashes across his face. It was an injury she had difficulty envisioning as ever being healed.
It made her nauseous, however, to consider it... That the man she'd fallen for could have caused such damage to another being when provoked. And she wished, in that moment, that she could be as far away from the scene of the debacle as possible.
She got her wish, in short enough order, as Nate conceded to Seymour's wishes. Dressing, and escorting Elle from the premises. Roland, all the while, continued to glare at her until the moment she was out of sight.
“I'm so... So sorry for that... For all of that... That you had to see me, like that, out of control...” said Nate, after what seemed like an interminable degree of silence under the moonlight.
“No, no it's... It's fine,” insisted Elle. And she'd wanted to add with enthusiasm that she understood completely. But of course, this wasn't the case at all...
“It's just... I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I was really beginning to like you...” he said.
Elle's mouth tingled with the memory of the kiss they'd shared prior to all hell breaking loose. She couldn't help but smile for a moment, in spite of herself. Though of course, the situation, at this point, had become far more complicated than it had been in that sweet, blissful moment. “I was hoping that... Well, I don't know, exactly. I was just hoping that things could, maybe, at least start to go somewhere between us, despite our obvious differences. I didn't want your first impression of my people, and especially not of me, to be of violence, brutality, and losing control... What happened there, tonight- that never happens in The Honey Pot, and I mean never. Aside from the professional matches, I don't think I've ever seen a fight break out in that bar in the decade or so I've been going there. Or anywhere in the woods, for that matter. I don't know what the hell Roland' problem was tonight, I think he has some sort of vendetta against non-shifters... But of course, I shouldn't have let him get me so worked up, and lose my temper like I did...”
The more and more he talked, the more Nate seemed to realize that he was only serving to complicate and muddy matters. He shut up at this point, allowing the silence of the night to take over. The sounds of insects chirping in their ears took over. Neither of them spoke a word as they strolled along, the night enveloping them.
It was Elle, now, who would have a choice to make, and Elle alone. She had, earlier on in the evening, before the near bloodbath of Roland and Nate, chided herself for never taking chances in life. For not seeking that which she desired despite whatever uncertainties she might have had. And she wondered if she could still see the decision of whether or not to accept Nate into her heart in the same light. The risks, now, at least, were all out there in the open, on plain view for her to see... And she wondered, could she live with those risks? Could she forget about them and take the plunge?
He'd been protecting her... He hadn't been the aggressor, Roland had been... But could the beast she'd just seen, lashing out at the bouncer in full fury, be awakened so easily? Putting her and the people around her in danger?
“Well... Here we are... I hope you enjoyed your evening with us, er... For the most part...” said Nate, once the two of them had arrived at the door of Elle's tiny apartment. They stood awkwardly for a moment. Elle was still trying to decide what she should do, agonizing over her decision... But the clock ran out finally when Nate seemed to decide for her, adding, “Anyway... Give Konrad my regards... It was a pleasure meeting you...”
He nodded to her, and had just turned to leave, when suddenly Elle piped up. “Nate wait!” He turned back quickly enough, almost as though he'd been expecting this, or at the very least hoping for it all this time. “I... I...” It was now or never, she realized, stammering. She was still clearly trying to come to a decision even as she spoke, time already run out, but the choice not yet made. At last she gave in. She had no idea whether or not it was the right thing to do, but she decided to go with her gut, “...I really, really did have a great time with you this evening... Back there... Before, you know... Everything else that happened...”
Though he'd been hoping for this, it still seemed to catch Nate off guard. And he turned to face her. “So did I,” he said, in a low, considerate voice. And before either of them knew it, they were standing close together. Mutually mesmerized, sweat beginning to prickle up on their skin...
Neither Nate nor Elle could help themselves any longer. They could no longer avoid picking up where they'd left off before Roland' butting in, spoiling their plans. And now, now, thank God, they had the benefit of privacy on their side, no audience, no one to judge them. Now, they could give into one another completely and wholly. And
it was clear, as Nate leaned deeper, deeper, deeper into her, that he had every intention in the world of doing that.
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