| Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright.The male rider took an interest in the smaller bike as bobbed and weaved between traffic with near reckless abandon. Revving the engine of the large American-built Indian between his legs, the newer motorcycle easily took off as it veered out along the centerline and quickly began closing the distance between the other rider and himself. Departing the highway, the taller man followed at a slight distance as the female ahead drove towards Santa Celia’s fifty third pier as it towered over the sugar-like sand of the Southern Beach. Suddenly her bike began to pick up speed, indicating without a shadow of doubt that she knew the game was afoot. Smiling to himself beneath his full face helmet, the male revved the engine of the powerful bike again before he gave chase, quickly bearing down on the other rider.
Snaking along the coastal highway that wrapped around the Southern Beaches, the two motorcycles weaved in and out of the notably lighter night time traffic. Keeping a close watch over her shoulder, Ellara watched the other rider toyed with her by purposefully holding his motorcycle back to wait and see what exactly she would do. Knowing she couldn’t outrun the bike, Ellara suddenly extended the fingers on her right hand as she pulled her front brake in hard, the bike suddenly lurched as the wheel ceased to roll. Leaning down into her handlebars as the bike’s tail end went into the air, Ellara used her legs to swing the rear of the bike around while pivoting the bike on its front tire. As the aft end swung around, Ellara twisted the throttle, the engine roaring loudly as the tire began to spin. Biting into the asphalt as it landed with a thud, the bike rocketed forward, pulling the front tire into the air as Ellara and her motorcycle were launched forward in the opposite direction, now heading directly towards her tail.
The male was almost taken aback as the woman came directly towards him, weaving between the oncoming traffic as she set herself on a collision course with him. Scoffing, he revved his engine louder before leaning into his own bike and turning it directly towards the woman as she bore down on him. Both riders were unwavering in their resolve as the game of chicken appeared to be a draw until at the very last second, the male flinched. Banking his bike to the right hard, he drifted onto the other side of the road, hitting his throttle as the bike swung around before chasing after the woman.
A smug smile crossed Ellara’s face as she saw the other bike swing around in her mirror. Guiding her bike back into the correct lane, Ellara increased her speed as she came out of a curve, pushing her bike towards one of the city’s aging lighthouses that dotted the Southern Coastline. Leaving the city road behind, the bike almost audibly protested as Ellara took it onto the rough side roads that dotted the Santa Celia’s beaches and cliffs. To her surprise, her pursuer still followed, his bike notably slowed by the rougher terrain. Mentally noting that her next bike ought to be a scrambler instead of a bobber as Ellara pushed the bike as hard it would go, maintaining her lead over the cruiser in chase.
The further she headed along the rough path, the thicker the trees became. Seeing an opportunity, Ellara pushed her bike a little harder, the engine whining as she rounded a corner, the path ahead filled with tight turns and twists that would allow her to break eye contact with her pursuer. Rounding another corner, Ellara pulled her bike off the road, killing the engine as jumped off the saddle. Taking a hold of a large branch, she pulled the bough back as far as she could, releasing it as the rider came into view.
A muffled yell signified contact as the heavy limb sailed into the pursuer’s chest, carrying him off of the American motorcycle and delivering him firmly onto the rough road. The bike on the other hand careened off the path, falling over before it could collide with anything, the smell of spilled gasoline seeping into the night air.
“What the hell do you want with me?” Ellara asked, her fists raised as she looked at the downed figure. The male groaned, a hand going to his chest as he took a few deep breaths before attempting to sit up only to lay down again immediately.
“C’mon, get up. Be thankful I didn’t fuckin’ shoot you.”
“Think I would have preferred that.” The male grumbled as he propped himself up on his elbows, one arm moving to his chin as he undid the straps on his helmet before sliding it off.
“I’m not looking to hurt you, you know?”
“You’ve got a fuckin’ funny way of showing it, asshole!” Ellara retorted, her arms slightly as she released her fists before crossing them.
“You certainly know how to handle that bike, I’d wager you did most of the work on it.” The male stated as he stood up, his full height nearly dwarfing as Ellara as he smiled down at her.
“Yeah, and what’s that to you?” She replied, raising an accusatory eyebrow. “I don’t much see how that warrants chasing me down in the middle of the damn night.”
“Rare to see someone of your caliber not clanned up yet.” The male replied as Ellara found herself staring up into his eyes. They were gentle, disarming even, but there was something wild hiding behind the amber irises. His smile was warm, almost to the point of being goofy as he eagerly waited for her to respond.
“I’m not much of a team player you’ll find.” Ellara stated coolly as she walked over to her bike, swinging her leg over the saddle only to pause as the male called after her.
“Hey wait, at least let me buy you a drink, something to apologize for scaring you.”
“I wasn’t scared.” Ellara scoffed as the man smiled. She had to admit, he was at least attractive. Tall, dark hair with a tidy beard adorning his chiseled face atop what Ellara could only assume to be a very well kept body. Raising her leg to strike her kickstart, Ellara hesitated before answering.
“Fuck it,” She muttered before turning back to the male, “What the hell is your name anyways?” Ellara asked as his eyes lit up.
“Caleb.” The male replied almost immediately, “Caleb Murdoch, but all of my friends call me Cal.”
“Well Cal, most of my friends call me a bitch, but my parents called me Ellara.” Ellara replied with a slight smile. “You can’t buy me a drink, but I do have a bottle of bourbon at my place that I think needs to be drunk tonight. Don’t suppose you could help a girl out?”
“Think we might be able to do something about that.” Cal smiled as he stood his own bike up, checking the tank to ensure he hadn’t lost all of his fuel before speaking again. “Why don’t you lead the way.”
“Just try to fuckin’ keep up.” Ellara taunted as her bike roared to life.
| The Following Morning...The morning traffic moved along the road eight floors below with a steady hum of traffic that echoed throughout Ellara’s small bedroom as her eyes shot open as the foreign smell of a man’s cologne. Laying beside her on the mattress that rested firmly on her bedroom’s floor was the toned and scarred abdomen of her pursuer from last night. Beside the bed lay not only the one promised bottle of alcohol but several others, along with their respect clothing garments as passion laden memory fragments came rushing back to Ellara’s pounding head.
Sitting up, Ellara watched as Cal’s eye rolled open, moving around in its socket as he tried to gauge his location before it was trained on her. Watching as the eye slowly moved downwards, Ellara looked down, realizing that much like Cal beside her, she too was completely naked.
“Seriously? They’re just fuckin’ boobs.” Ellara smirked, standing up before walking over to the one of several piles of clothes as she began to find something to pull on.
“Hey, it’s not like I get to see them every damn day.”
“I’m pretty damn sure you got more than a good fuckin’ look last night.” Ellara retorted, slipping into a pair of shorts before pulling a tank top on.
“I think you purposefully fed me enough booze so I wouldn’t have the pleasure of revisiting the memory.” Cal groaned.
“Sucks for you,” Ellara smiled as she opened the door to the room before pausing.
“Fuckin' hell!” She muttered as Cal suddenly sat up, reaching for his pants.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I think my roommate’s home.”
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