He is very nervous about what could happen next. Worries that things are gonna get a lot worse. That he and his people are gonna be caught. They are gonna be executed. But he doesn’t wanna challenge it. Heading to the other side of the guard on the opposite side of his house, he looks and sees that everything is just fine. Strange. It happens in one place but it doesn’t happen anywhere else. Is it because most of the world seems to call north America the rednecks of the globe? The third rate citizens?
That could be the case but he knows it is just better not to continue thinking about such things. And when he thinks about it, he knows life must go on. The show must go on. And he must continue what he has come to face. The sooner the better. And in his mind, he knows the gods will protect them. No one is gonna slip through that bubble. And should anything happen, he knows the gods will protect them. He knows Zeus himself would come down and strike them down like no tomorrow. That Aries would be one of the generals to such a war.
But he knows it is just better to leave things be. To stay in the safeguard and figure things out one step at a time. Sitting and gazing into the safe side, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s time to have a vacation. To visit Atlantis and see what they can do about it.
Sure it has vamps, shifters, and demons out the ass, but despite the size there is plenty of woods for them to relax in. to explore and have some fun. Maybe settle down and live forever. Though sadly forever is not how long they would stay. Only long enough to return to the inevitable war.
That is the truth at this point.
“We must go to a safe place,” Clyde tells her. She looks at him as though he is out of his mind.
“A safe place? There is no fucking safe place you crazy ass bastard,” she replies.
“But there is Atlantis is there not?”
He does have a point. Sometime in the last year or two Atlantis has risen once again. And it is a safe place for lore and other creatures. Anyone non-human. So when it rose, it became protected by the gods. It is never to fall again. The gods protect it. And they do not hesitate to bring something good to the world.
And gods would she love to have a nice place to have her kids. A nice house or nest to give birth and be happy. Sure she is aviary to a point but she doesn’t care.
To her, it is just life. And that is how it has always been. Plus now that she is pregnant, she could use this as a chance to have a nice year long vacation. Take the chance to get ready and then some.
That would be the ticket. She finds herself wondering if the kids would be harpy or fallen angel. If they would be cute or ugly as the dickens. That is the golden question and the more she ponders it the more she runs through possibilities in her head.
It is gonna happen whether she likes it or not. And she knows—as is part of the harpy kind—if she doesn’t like her child, she can cast her child out or toss them into the pit of fire to burn forever more and off to the gods as appeasement.
Just as she knows once they have figured out how to fly, she must cast them from her home and their lives forever lest they try to start something that could get her killed. It sucks shit but someone has to do it.
And something tells her Clyde would be too big of a softie. Too big of a pushover for that kind of thing.
Atlantis sounds nice.
“Fine. There is no peace or safety in the world. So we must be off to Atlantis. I will send a prayer or two dozen to the gods above to provide us a place in Atlantis. May the weather be merciful on us and kind?”
He nods as they head out and fly off.
The moment I come in that hole, I listen to him moan my name and bring the world to a better place for me. I know there are people that want my kind dead and as I lay there, watching him ride me until he blows his load onto my chest, I often wonder am I the last of my kind—the cheetah shifter—for good?
Have the others been killed?
I wonder if my mate Jefferson has a power of his own. If he is truly shifter. And the more he rides me the more I sense that he does. He just hasn’t told anyone.
When he blows his load, we lay there for a moment before hitting the shower.
Once in the shower, his skin becomes even softer, if possible and then some. He is beautiful.
“Tell me,” I ask him. “What are you? Human? Shifter? Vamp?”
“Interesting. What kind of shark if I may ask?”
“Don’t worry about offense. I’m just something called a nurse shark,” he replies. I nod and smile at him before planting a heavy kiss on those lips.
“You know there’s a chance if someone finds out we are shifters in fact we are destined to die.”
“Then why not go to a sanctuary called Atlantis. I know of it. I know it has risen again and I know that we would be safe. No human could step foot there.”
“You make an excellent point. But if we don’t show up someone will suspect something.”
“They will suspect otherwise.”
Good point. He makes plenty of excellent points. So the question is: try to blend in or just say fuck it and head to Atlantis where we would be safe.