Chapter 33Brandon knew he should have listened to Ezekiel and gone back to the Mansion, at least so he wasn’t in the way as the Guardians tried to dispatch the threat to their home.....but the knowledge that the last of the Ghouls was out there kept him out in the open....out in the field.Brandon was racing out into the open, his eyes scanning the thinning crowds for the shadow of the death in the night.If he was honest with himself....he wanted to do something.Please god don’t let anyone else die because of me....Brandon prayed not really knowing if anyone was listening to him.Then a sound so harsh and chilling that it made him stumble to a stop caught Brandon’s ears and his head snapped up. A child. A Shifter child. A little brown haired boy....alone in the field, surrounded by chaos.Brandon hesitated to assign age to such a being as a Shifter, but he had to believe that the child was very young, too young to run as fast as he needed to, especially since he was now in the thi
Chapter 34A small zing went through Ezkeiels senses. A ghost of a pain in his shoulder and head. He didn’t know why he felt it...or what it meant. It was a bad feeling. It made his stomach turn. It was a feeling that for some odd reason had him thinking about Brandon.Did he listen to me and go back to the mansion?A part of Ezkeiel wondered thinking of the green eyed man, but another part of Ezkeiel knew that he couldn’t afford to have Brandon on his mind just then.Especially when there were people dying around him.Claw and fang proved woefully ineffective on the Ghouls. The hard taunt olive colored flesh and concrete hard sinew of their torsos and limbs prevented Ezkeiel from inflicting more then superficial wounds at first.With this being the fourth time that Ezekiels had had to go up against the supine and deadly Ghouls he and his Clans men were mostly able to avoid their talons and venom....but dispatching the Ghouls proved nearly impossible.The three Ghouls that had launche
Chapter 35In-between Ezekiels battle the tables had turned quickly on his sibling, as the tides often turn in battle.The third Ghoul, with a bloody, milky hole in its sides gave its last into killing or lashing out as much as it could.Two unfortunate Leopard Shifters laid in the dirt.....screaming, clawing at their chests or arms as the poison quickly branched across their veins and finally reached their hearts.Nate tried valiantly to stand against the Ghoul. The wolf had already inflected terrible wounds on the Ghoul that would have killed a lesser beast in seconds. B ut this Ghoul refused to fall. It had somehow maneuvered and around behind Nate and raising its slab like fists above its head the Ghoul struck.The wolf let out a pitiful whimper and squirmed around in agony as its ribs were smashed beneath a two fisted blow that the olive skinned Ghoul delivered.In seconds Ezekiel had left the dark ghoul dead behind him and rushed to his brothers aid, but to his surprise Nate sho
Chapter 36The sharp sounds of flesh being ripped from a body was horrendous.IT was a sound that should have stroked the primitive need of his beast to seek out prey.....but in that moment Ezekiel had never known a worse sound to fall upon his ear.But none of this was compared to the sight that befell him as he and his family split off into the night to hunt for the last Ghoul invader.On an odd hunch...and a strange sense of dread beckoning him Ezekiel dashed to the far south of the Mansion.Ezekiel danced in a frustrated fashion past the few stragglers that were still trying to flee the area of the attack and get to safety, until the “Schleck” and snarl and slurp of something big feasting.And there was Brandon...dead. A still pale silhouette laid low beneath the gnashing, snapping teeth of the Ghoul. He was on his stomach, a small boy wrapper underneath him....and his back....was sliced wide open. The Ghouls face buried deep in his back and chest cavity. Chewing him up like hambu
Chapter 37“No!” Brandon screamed and reached out.The Ghoul hooked its talons around the Guardians neck and Ezekiel fell back. The bloody dying beast put the last of its strength into putting Ezekiel down, but its moves were clumsy and slow.Ezekiel broke its hold around his throat easily. And after a moment or two he soon overcame the beast and managed to get behind it and twist back its gangly left arm. The Ghoul screamed as bones gave way with a mighty pop. The battle continued...but the outcome was assured as Ezekiel methodically destroyed the Ghoul in such a way that it should have been frightening to witness, but to Brandon it was simply a good show.He wanted to get up and help somehow.....but the simple agony of breathing, or turning around in the dirt was impossible to ignore. He couldn’t fight, he could barely crawl.....and.....the Child.....Could he still save the Child?Torn, but quickly realizing that the child a few feet across from him needed him more than Ezekiel did
Chapter 38Ezekiel didn’t have time to think about the blood on his body, or the anger boiling in his veins. He turned from the carcass of the dead Ghoul and rushed over to the two still and silent bodies in the field.The child was there beside him. Ezekiel didn’t have to see the blood on the child’s mouth, or the black branches of poison beneath the skin of his small body to know that the boy really was gone now.With hair almond brown and eyes tinted green and frozen open the small boys chest didn’t move. The sight of his small body stole over Ezekiel chilling him and numbing him at the same time. The parents would be devastated. Ezekiel knew that a lot of people would be filled with sorrow once all of the chaos had settled down and the dead were fully counted out.A part of Ezekiel urged him to reach for the child and cradle him closer, but as Ezekiel stood leaning over the two bodies in the earth, all Ezekiel wanted to do was grab Brandon and rush him to his mother...because unli
Chapter 39With the taste of sour vomit on his tongue Brandon stopped in the hallway bathroom, beneath the stair case and started to wash his face and mouth. He even tried to pluck some of the pine needle that was wedged inside of his hair and clothing away. But he was so flustered that all he managed to do was make a mess of the rest room.As Brandon struggled to pull the decimated shirt he was wearing off there was a soft exhale behind him; startled Brandon turned from the sink and suddenly Ezekiel was leaning in the door way, watching him.Without a word of his own Brandon turned, walked past him and started to mount the stairs. Still not speaking Ezekiel followed him. His silence grated.“Jesus Christ.....If you’ve got something to say....just say it Ezekiel!” Brandon spun on the Leopard, a scowl on his face that he couldn’t help but want to smooth over because he knew that Ezekiel didn’t deserve his lip. “Get it out of your system, then STOP following me!” he finished.Surprising
“Another LOCK DOWN!!!” Brandon screamed minutes after running into his room and slamming the door shut between him and Ezekiel’s sharp gaze.He didn’t care if he was heard. He screamed because he couldn’t bring himself to break down and cry again like he had shamefully just did in Ezekiel’s embrace.“This can’t be fucking happening to me....NOT now!”Brandon walked across the room and slammed his fist into the lamp. The heavy glass toppled swiftly in wake of his frustration and shattered, splaying shards all across the wooden floor. And Brandon didn’t stop there. He kicked the mattress, forcing the heavy wooden frame to shift half a foot, then he swiped his arm across the top of the drawer knocking every item atop it to the floor including the pack he had received from Glen and a decorated box of mahogany and lace that held smooth stones and beadsMORE GHOULS HAVE APPEARED! PEOPLE HAVE DIED. AND TO TOP IT OFF THE FUCKING LOCK DOWN HAS BEEN REINSTATED!! IT’S ALL JUST MORE WASTED TIME!
*First off thank all of you so much for your time and support and your reads! Please tell me any thoughts you have so far about Brandon and Ezekiel. I would love to hear from you guys. Now lets end this!* Chapter 48 Ezekiel turned around from the wall that he had nearly walked into and began to walk in the opposite direction. He soon came to the other wall in his room and turning he began the whole thing all over again. Pacing. It was a nervous anxious device that people used to elevate the pressure of insecurities. Pacing is something Ezekiel had never done before. To wake up in the early hours of the morning and pace the ground in worry? It was so against his nature to worry. It was also against the nature of a Guardian, a nature that his father had trained into him from the moment he was old enough to hold a blade. To protect his Clan and those that he cared for. His father had always taught him to be composed and filled with surety, but still he found himself bothered endlessly
Chapter 47Brandon sat on the bed, and quietly downed an entire bottle of water. He’d been vomiting on and off for hours now. Weakness, nausea, they always came running up right after a huge loss occurred inside of him. It was inevitable that after each outpour of his strange power, he fell severely ill, it was like an emptiness inside of him grew where the power once resided for a short time.Most of the time he prayed for separation from his power. He spent every minute of every day hoping it would leave him in peace....but the sickness that followed was not a pleasant alternative.Unfortunately coupled with the unbelievable hunger, and pain inside of him there was a mountain of things weighting on Brandon’s mind to keep him from wallowing in sorrow.The escape...was a miserable failure that sat like a guilty blot across every one of Brandon’s interaction with Ezekiels family.....even though none of the Guardians treated him unkindly seeing as his actions had almost gotten their sib
Chapter 46With his cat eyes unsure and speckled with the stirrings of unconsciousness, Ezekiel suddenly reached forward. His hand closed around Brandon’s wrist and lifted it to his lips as he opened his mouth.His canines slowly elongated and Brandon strangled his immediate reaction which was to pull his arm back from the intimidating sight and instead he pressed his arm against the pointed teeth, using the points to help the blood flow out of the cuts he had made with Ezekiel’s claw.A few fat rapid drops fell into Ezekiel’s mouth after that, seeming to get his attention.A growl of pure need.....and satisfaction wound its way up and out of Ezekiel. The sound was like a caress, igniting and stroking Brandon’s own pleasure and confusing him as well.Whoa, I feel like I can’t breathe.Brandon thought to himself, realizing that he was in fact holding his breath in anticipation. His whole being was zeroed in on the feeling of Ezekiel’s breath on his skin, his hot palms grasping him, and
Chapter 45The venom was impossible to stop. There was no cure. There was no stopping the victims from dying.Brandon had already tried to save a life and had instead aided in taking it....There was nothing he could do......The moment Brandon looked at the wound in Ezekiel’s stomach he knew all of this to be the truth, but he refused to accept it.“No....They can’t have you too!” Brandon whispered into his hands.He wouldn’t allow this to happen!Without thinking about what he was doing Brandon tore the gloves off of his hands, dropped down in the sand and grass and shoved his hands against Ezekiel’s chest.Both he and the Shifter were soaking wet from their dip in the lake so Brandon was forced more than once to reach up and dash water from his eyes that was dripping lazily from the strands of his bangs.Then with all of the will power in his body Brandon tried to make the Flame do as he commanded. He tried his hardest to make it heal. He let it out of his soul. Bliss kissed his eve
Chapter 44With little to no problem Brandon managed to keep up with the grueling pace that Ezekiel instantly set.Panting Brandon risked a look back and with a grim breath he reported. “They are following us. Both of them are following us....We're weaponless....and running nowhere.”Ezekiel glanced back getting a quick glimpse of two Ghouls loping after them at break neck speed. One of the Ghouls, the largest, nearly seven feet tall, had skin the color of dead leaves, and heavy thick claws and fangs that were so over developed that some talons curled and some of the fangs shot strait up through its own snout.The second Ghoul was smaller at only about six feet and had flesh the color of cardboard. It also now had a giant knife handle sticking out of its brain that was leaking a furious fountain of blood down its face and jowls to mix into the black goo that dripped thickly from its jowls.Ezekiel glanced away from the disturbing sight, glanced at Brandon and shook his head. “Were not
Chapter 43OK....so far so good....” Brandon thought to himself as he gazed out over the expansive area and the mountains sitting like black and gray sentinels miles out in the dimming sunlight.After a week of planning Brandon had come to the easy conclusion that the norther part of the Leopards Lands would be the best place to attempt his escape from. The entirety of the north was vastly wild brush, tall grasses, bodies of water and thick pine tree canopy’s.Brandon had picked the best time to make his escape. The mid-day. Knowing after weeks in the mansion that none of Ezekiel’s family members were at home during the midday and were instead off in the villages healing the sick, or doing farmers work.“Brandon stop!”Brandon jumped and quicker than anyone would have believed possible, he had dropped his pact to the forest floor and pulled a long, slim kitchen blade out of the belt at his waist.He had stolen the simple blade form the kitchen. “Ezekiel? No please dont do this now!” h
Chapter 42The mortal was as crafty and stubborn as Ezekiel gave him credit for....maybe even more so.After the attack on the Clan Celebration and their falling out Brandon refused to budge. And Ezekiel refused to continue to pretend like he didn’t have suspicions.So he had no choice but to pull back and give Brandon the space that he acted desperate to have.Ezekiel didn’t chase after answers he was dying to have. He didn’t question and dig....and he physically had to stop himself from trying to touch the man all the time.And the fact that Ezekiel could barely stop himself for reaching for the mortal at any given hour....or when they accidentally connected gazes.....should have frightened him....but all it did was make Ezekiel more frustrated with their current standoff. Why did Brandon insist on turning from not only Ezekiels company....but the mutual attraction they felt was confounding.And the dreams!There were no words to explain the confusion the sensual, hot dreams he suff
Chapter 41Brandon felt a momentary hesitation of guilt settling over him as he found himself standing outside of Ezekiels bedroom door. It had been five hours since the attack on the village.Brandon had no idea what was going on outside, or what Ezekiel and the rest of the Guardians had had to suffer in the last few hours, but he knew that Ezekiel would not only be exhausted...but also not in the mood to talk.Which was perfect.Brandon knocked on the door and in moments it was opened to reveal the mostly unclothed body of a god.Ezekiel was all defined muscle and flawless skin, long arms and thick legs, none of which was easily hidden by the short pair of blue boxers that the Shifter answered in. Brandon was practically powerless to stop his eyes from dancing down between the Guardians pecks, past his lickable ribs and belly, to settle for a moment on the small dusting of slightly golden hair just below his navel that summoned a little ridiculous curl of heat in Brandons thoughts a
“Another LOCK DOWN!!!” Brandon screamed minutes after running into his room and slamming the door shut between him and Ezekiel’s sharp gaze.He didn’t care if he was heard. He screamed because he couldn’t bring himself to break down and cry again like he had shamefully just did in Ezekiel’s embrace.“This can’t be fucking happening to me....NOT now!”Brandon walked across the room and slammed his fist into the lamp. The heavy glass toppled swiftly in wake of his frustration and shattered, splaying shards all across the wooden floor. And Brandon didn’t stop there. He kicked the mattress, forcing the heavy wooden frame to shift half a foot, then he swiped his arm across the top of the drawer knocking every item atop it to the floor including the pack he had received from Glen and a decorated box of mahogany and lace that held smooth stones and beadsMORE GHOULS HAVE APPEARED! PEOPLE HAVE DIED. AND TO TOP IT OFF THE FUCKING LOCK DOWN HAS BEEN REINSTATED!! IT’S ALL JUST MORE WASTED TIME!