"How is it made?" Love asked, as she sipped her Dark 'N' Stormy, the flirty bartender had made.

"Mixing Goslings Rum and..." 

"And?"

"Later Love," he said. And that was last of what Love heard before banging her head unconscious on the bar top. 

Next Love woke up after an hour, tied to a chair with ropes as thick as iron chains. Flinching in the same seating position, Love looked around in the dimly lit dungy room to find a window, even thought everything seemed blurry. Finding none, she closed her hurting eyes and took a deep breath in to calm her nerves. She tried to remember what had happened. 

Bar. 

Bartender.

The delicious Dark 'N' Stormy. 

Black out. 

"Son of a bitch," she exclaimed realizing her drink was spiked. 

"It was good, wasn't it?" The bartender said in British accent.

"You are so dead," Love warned still flinching in her chair. 

"Love, I don't think that will happen," he said taking out a knife from his pocket, after placing the gun on the warn out metal table beside him, on which he leaned.

"How do you know me?" Love asked trying to gain time. 

"Oh," he exclaimed playing with the knife in his hand. Then looking up to meet her eyes, he said, "You're the bitch who killed my brother."

Love raised her eyebrows at him asking him to elaborate. 

"I'm sorry to break it to you Stephan, but maybe your brother must be a lusty douchebag, if I killed him." She had read his mind, as probably he had no idea she could do it.

"Axel," Stephan said. 

"Oh," Love said as she was confused.  "Oh, your that pathetic werewolf's brother?"

Stephan laughed, before coming next to Love and hitting her arm with a wooden log that he picked up on the few steps. As Love screamed in pain, Stephan stepped behind her chair, and bending down to the level of her ear, he whispered, "Next time you say his name, do it with respect."

Turning her head back, she looked in his eyes, and switching her gaze from his eyes o his lips and then back up, she opened her mouth after a few seconds, "Go to hell."

Love's biggest strength was mind reading, and when she looked in his eyes, she knew where he'd keep a spare knife, right in his pocket. And before he could straighten up, she removed the knife, very cautiously with her tied hands. Holding Love by her hair, he made way to her front.

"Who do you think you are?" He asked making Love flinch in pain as he moved the knife down her arm on the healing gun wound. Cutting the rope that tied her hands wasn't an easy task, when one of the arm felt numb, and the ropes were as thick as a trees bark. But tried her way through it, she managed to cut it. Thinking of hitting him off guard, Love acted like she was still tied up, while he continued to move the knife around her wound, which now was bleeding. 

"Honestly, I was happy that you of all the others killed him, but man you're not a hunter. You're something else..."

"Why'd you think that?"

"Because you fucking destroyed the pack I was supposed to rule after him," he said.

"FYI, that was my sister, not me"

"And telling me this you think I'll let the two of you live?"

"Of course not, but you know what, maybe you shouldn't underestimate the one sitting right in front of you," she said. And while Stephan looked back to meet her eyes, he was met with a cut, as Love rose from her chair, and stabbed him in the chest next. 

Lying on the floor, he laughed. 

"You killed him, and didn't figure out? this doesn't kill us you idiot" he yelled in pain as he removed the knife from his chest. 

"This idiot knows that, jackass" Love said as Stephan tried to move to his side in his lying position in an attempt to get up. "So I have this," Love said as she took out the knife Zee had given her while contained Brontizin in the metal making it deadly. 

With a knock on the door behind her, Love was distracted as she turned around to look behind her, and finding the door bolted with the huge lock, she knew no one could enter the sloppy room. But as she turned around to stab Stephen, she was met with disappointment. The pup had hidden himself.     

"Where are you little Mr. Sunshine?" Love called out as she tried to stay as alert as she could.

The tables had surely turned, the pup was hiding, while Love was hunting. 

Taking a round, she noticed the back door had been left unattended. The pup was out now. Rolling her eyes she picked the gun from the table on which he leaned before, and loading it she noticed it contained silver bullets. Chucking at his stupidity, she moved out of the back door, carefully, keeping all her senses in place to hear any sound or to note any movement around her.  Thought it was dark, the essential was visible under the moon light, and to her relief it wasn't a full moon tonight. 

Moving inside the woods, Love stopped as she heard the rustling of leaves behind her. Without turning around, she waited in order to hear more she concentrated on her supernatural hearing. 

And to her content she did hear someone's heavy pain filled breathing which she knew was the injured pups. So turning around just in time, she blocked the iron ranch with which he was about to hit her, an with another shift move she fired the bullet right in his leg, making him fall on the ground in pain. The woods heard the cries of the wolf which used to roam it freely. 

"Answers, now" Love ordered holding the gun in her hand, pointing at his head, while he sat on the ground, on his knees holding his aching thigh. The pup grumbled in reply. 

"What was in the drink?" Love asked.

"I spiked it with..."

"I don't care, I'm asking how is the whole Dark and Stormy made?" She asked.

"Dark 'n' Stormy," he corrected.

"Do you want me to shot you?" Love warned.

"Seriously, that is what you are concerned about?" He asked, and with that Love tighten the grip on the trigger.

"Uhm... Dark rum and ginger beer," he responded quickly.

"Alright, how many of you are looking for me?" Love asked.

Stephan, who had his eyes closed shook his head.

Removing the lock on the gun, Love prepared to shoot him again. 

"No one," he said finally.

"What do you mean , no one?" Love asked mimicking him. 

"Your sister erased everyone's... memories of my brother, and my... pack, I was the only one left behind, they moved on with their lives and I... had no home to go back to," he said taking breaks in between to sigh deeply in pain.

"Since when were you following me?" She asked.

"Tasha told me when she met you,"

"How did she know you? And me?" Love asked.

"You and your tribe is getting famous now, among us, so we sometimes form allies, " he said smirking.

"Well then next time, try to do some research with your allies on your case, right?"

And with that the smirk fades on his face as the woods heard the second gun shot, only this time it wasn't followed by a scream, but only dead silence. 

Rustling of the leave was heard as Love made way back to the warehouse where she was kept, and searched for the keys of his car or her cellphone. 

"Dickhead," Love said when she found none. 

Walking on the dark road, she tried to figure out which direction she needed to go in. Without her phone and  equipment she felt as good as naked. Seeing the little light on the far end of the road she was relieved to see a Walmart store. Tired with all the chasing, first time in all these years, Love removed her Louboutin, and started walking barefoot, holding them in her hands. 

 Stepping inside she smiled at the store manager. Walking up to the counter she closed the distance between them, and whispered in his ear, "The Old Fat man's a Gin lover."  

The manger didn't move an inch, rather he looked at Love like she was a mental piece. 

"Manager?" She asked, to which he shook his head and pointed at the man standing behind her. 

Turning around she was met with two interrogating eyes which were judging Love under the skeptical gaze. 

"The Old Fat Man loves Gin," she whispered.

The manager shook his head. 

"The Old Fat man's a Gin lover," Love corrected.

"Nah," The man said making it sound like a buzzer.

"The Old Man's a Gin lover," Love rolled her eyes.

And with that the bald manager smiled, "Come."

Taking her to the basement, he handed her a phone with all the contacts, and the keys to the car parked outside the store. 

"Great, I'll park it outside the club where I need to pick my car from," she said.

"Be careful with it," the old man said.

"Yes sir," Love joked. "I need the Zkey," she said.

The man sighed, "Just a minute."  

With the Zkey in her pocket, she asked for directions from the manager before driving towards the club where she was kidnapped last night. 

Drinking the ZC which lay in a glass bottle in her glove box, Love dressed her wound. And with that she was again in her car, on the road, and all she needed now was a beer.

"Just for the record, I won't ever drink a Dark 'n' Stormy," Love thought turning the music system on.