The man stirred in the front seat of his bus. He was quickly waking from his sleep by the sharp knock on the window. The noise startled him enough to jerk in place; disorientated. But, otherwise he seemed easily adjusted. His big green eyes blinked as he looked around, vision blurred from the sleep in them. He lifted a hand, wiped at them, then looked up at him. When he saw him he glared hard, not intimidated by him. He wasn’t going to go willingly, not without a fight. So, he did the unthinkable, she lifted his hand and sported him the middle finger.
Emerik watched the man ungracefully stir awake, noticing how he had jerked upright in his seat as if the sharp knock on his window had startled him. It probably had. He looked disorientated. The man didn’t even seem to notice him at first as he looked around as if he didn’t even know where he was at. Emerik half expected his to be drunk, smelling heavy of liquor — or something else equally intoxicating. With the bus completely sealed up, there was no way for him tell. He couldn’t catch a trace of his scent.
Whatever the case was, he was the kind of trouble that Emerik didn’t need— or want. The sooner he drove out of his life, the better. He thought that it would be easy enough to scare him off, considering how his species resided at the top of the food chain. Even though the stranger didn’t know that he was different, he expected him to sense the predator in him— to know that this wasn’t a safe situation for him to be in— the same way that he might naturally avoid a dark alley, or a snarling animal. It was just instinct, a simple self-preservation. However, as he started down into narrowed eyes that burned like a heat-glazed summer sky, he knew that it wouldn’t be that easy. He knew that this man was going to be a pain in the ass, which should have bothered the hell of him. However, it didn’t. Not exactly. No, what actually bothered him was how much he and his wolf were suddenly looking forward to the challenge.
He had watched as the strange man had lifted one closed hand, and very deliberately extended his middle finger. At first, he was stunned by the action. It wasn’t the reaction that he had expected from him. Taking his hands from his pockets, he braced them on either side of her window and leaned forward, so close that his warm breath fogged up the glass as he spoke. “You can’t stay here, so either turn this thing on and get the hell out of here-” he said in a low, painfully controlled tone, but it was still as gruff as before. “-Or start talking.” He had added. If looks could kill, this man would definitely be drawing in his last breath just about then. Emerik was glaring at him firmly, his eyes so filled with anger that they seemed almost murderous.
He grabbed the hand gun that was tucked between the seats, he pulled it out just enough or him to see it. He felt somewhat reassured that he was safe by the weight of it, knowing that it was there if he needed it. Of course, he didn’t know it wouldn’t do much good against him. He sighs, looking away from the window with a frown. “I’m … looking for someone.” He tells the wolf. It’s true. He was looking for someone. The last message he received from the boy he was looking for said that he was coming here of all places.
