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Jesse The funeral sucked. Everything sucked. It was full of friends and colleagues and all kinds of people Garrey had been connected to. Jesse hated being here. He hated himself for hating it too. At the end of the service, Killian walked over to him. “How are you?” he asked and Jesse nodded. “Fine. He was closer to you. I should ask how you are. “ Killian smiled. “Death is part of life. “ “Yeah. “ Killian and his "I'm never showing how I feel" thing... “Listen, Jesse, “Killian began, “I want to talk to you. Not now, of course, but whenever you get the chance, okay?” “Of course, sure. “ Jesse said. “Thank you. “ “Always. “ Recently he and Killian had started spending more time together and Jesse assumed Killian had a job for him. But that was Jesse’s initial thought. It was his wishful thinking. Most likely Killian was going to tell him something entirely different. Once everyone was gone and Killian and Mike left too, Jesse stayed alone for a while in front of
Jesse “Say it, “ Jesse urged, sobering up at the reality of what was coming. “Come on. “ “I can’t do this. “ “There, see! “ Jesse exclaimed, “It wasn't so difficult. can't do this too, thanks. Bye, Edward. “ Jesse felt his eyes sting so he quickly turned his back on Edward. He wanted to break into a run, but he had to make himself walk for a bit longer before he did so. “You are doing this again. “ Edward called after him. “You are always running. I can’t do this. I told you I like you, and I really don’t expect you to return to my feelings. But I can’t also be there when you call me at 4 in the morning and do not tell me what’s happening. Don’t think I don’t know something’s going on.“ Jesse spun on his heel. He didn't stagger this time and that gave him some courage. “I am not telling you what’s happening? “ he said in a raised voice, “You are apparently seeing someone and I am the one who’s at fault. “ “You think I am seeing someone?” Edward raised his voice too,
MichaelIt was one of those days when time didn’t pass. The hands of the clock were just frozen in one place and they were not planning to move anytime soon. A few hours left. He couldn’t wait to get back home to his mate. He'd never thought it would be like this. His job had been his life since he could remember. It had always been the most important thing to him, the way it had been for his father. But now– there was only one thing he wanted. And it was to go home to Killian. Mike spent the entire day talking to the press answering all kinds of questions he did not want to answer. It was horrible but it was over soon. “Just a few more days, “ he reminded himself as he started to gather his things and head home for the day. As he was driving to their place, he sent a message to Killian. “On my way. “ and pressed the gas pedal. He was impatient. There was something else on his mind and he couldn’t wait to tell Killian the good news. As soon as Mike shut the door of their plac
Jesseone month later“Fuck off!” “Why don’t you fuck off?”“What did you just say?”“What you heard. “Jesse pushed past him and someone caught him by the jacket. He pushed the guy away and headed out. “Do you hear that? Hm?” The man turned to the bigger guy who was supposedly their leader, “ Do you hear what that shithead said just now ?”“One of the guys pushed him and Jese staggered backwards. The past few days had been pretty bad. Meaning- he’d spent them drinking and picking up fights with random strangers in bars. One of the guys grabbed a beer bottle, hit it on the nearest table and the glass broke. He was still holding the glass by the neck when he turned the sharp edges towards Jesse. “Hey, you! Come back here!” “Shit. “ Jesse groaned realizing he was surrounded by three men. There was no way out. Unless. His eyes flashed in bright golden colour and the men paused. “What the hell?”One of the men exclaimed and Jesse's smile revealed a set of sharp fangs. He felt t
Five years later Michael “Stop it, Mike. I'm serious. “ He heard Andy’s voice coming from somewhere to his right. The guy was still fighting and Mike grabbed him by the hair. The man was kneeling in front of him and Mike yanked him so hard he heard the guy’s neck snap. “No, no! Please, “ The man was crying, and Mike pulled him harder. He'd broken his leg earlier and assumed it must hurt pretty bad now that he was tossing him around. “I will ask you one last time.” Mike threatened, “ Where is the money? ““I don’t….”Mike took his gun out with his free hand, pressed it to the guy’s head and loaded it. “No! No! “ The man cried. “One…”“Okay. Okay. I will tell you. Just don’t kill me. ““Two…”Mike began counting. “Jesus, Mike. Don’t do it.…”Andy pleaded and Mike continued counting.“Th…”“It’s in the bank safe! “ the man yelled, “I swear -in the bank where the meeting was supposed to happen. It’s the whole sum, honestly! “Mike didn’t lower his gun. On the contrary- he presse
Michael It was quiet. It had been quiet all the time since Killian left. Since Mike left London. Mike didn’t hear his wolf anymore. It was like this part of him had left together with his mate and he could not reach out to it or retreat it back. Mike could shift, but at those times too, the silence remained. He’d also lost many of his senses. Not entirely of course, but it wasn’t the same. Mike heard the raised voices from inside the room as he approached but he couldn’t catch any specific scent. And he heard them as a human normally would hear them- once he was close enough, not really in any distinct way. Just murmuration behind closed doors. Mike wasn’t sure what he was anymore, but he was definitely not himself entirely. He pushed the door open and all his colleagues raised their heads from the papers they’d bent over on the table. “What’s up? “ He said and took his sunglasses off. The fact he’d lost part of his wolf also meant his hangovers sucked worse. The wint
Michael “Damn it.” He hissed and the blood trickled. Mike pushed the blade under the running water and looked up at himself in the mirror. The cut wasn’t that deep but it stung enough to be uncomfortable. Mike washed his face, tore some paper and pressed it to the cut. “Just perfect.” He muttered as he saw the scar on his chin was more obvious now that he didn’t have the beard. Mike had also cut his hair and changed into more presentable clothes- the only better clothes he had which weren’t huge hoodies and jeans. He pressed the paper one last time and threw it away when he checked the time. “Shit.” He washed, checked if everything was off and rushed toward the office. He made it almost on time. Almost because there was always so much traffic and making himself look presentable took longer than he’d expected. It had been a very long while since he’d last cared about how he looked. The moment he rushed upstairs to the office, he was washed over by a very powerful wave.
Michael “Michel says this colour is red. “Ashley said as she sat down at her drawing table and lifted her painting to show it to Killian. “Hm…”Killian sat on the carpet next to her. “He doesn’t know the colours. “ Killian said very seriously. “I know! And I know them all. “ Ashley declared, “And I can also count and read. ““Really? “ Kilian smiled. “How old are you?”“Almost five. “She said proudly. Mike sat on the sofa, still close to them. “But I know more things than Michael. ““I am sure you do. “ Killian laughed. “I don’t need two of you, okay? “ Mike muttered and leaned back against the soft cushions. “I don’t know how to draw the feathers. “Ashley admitted, frowning at her sheet. “Wait, let me show you. “Killian took one of her pencils and started drawing. Mike wasn't breathing. He sat up and watched Killian draw, Ashley was watching Killian as if he was a real prince. “You are staring at him the same way.” His wolf said and Mike closed his eyes. “Yeah.