Continuation after part 3
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“Listen Laura, I have rules and regulations I must live by, and sorry but I must send you home to keep you safe.” “How touching, the wolf is showing his true colors.” The model was back, but this time the folding sword had a blood red tint to it, and was made of a sort of weird metal. His eyes were glowing a sort of purplish tint as he was preparing to strike. Then all hell broke loose. Shots rang out, and the model was just able to reflect the bullets with the strange blade, and yet they bounced off and sparked through out the night, glistening and sparkling as more and more bullets whizzed and echoed through the evening air. The model, saw that he could not get closer to us, so he decided to retreat into the woods, disappearing in the shadows grumbling. Sighs the Texan has dam good timing. And yet he knew he would owe Zoey a dam big steak once they got back to headquarters. “Hey tex if you gona rain on the parade why don’t you come out and say howdy.” “Dammit cub you were going all sappy on me thank god mister crazy showed otherwise I might have needed to shoot at you until you dam well picked up the girl and things got good.” Said a Texan drawl yet sweet voice, as a brunet dressed in black leather pants and a blood red corset comes barging out of the shadows complete with a black cowboy hat playing with two 22 hand pistols, as if they were nothing more then just car keys. “So you gonna kiss the jail bait or am I gonna have to smack you upside the head?” “Who are you?” I said stupidly looking at the obviously Texan woman. “Zoey sug.” “What you doine here zoe?” “Boss man got worried, so he sent me out, sense I was just hanging around the house.” “Lets go my car is over here.” The three of us headed to a 48 firebird, cherry red, we got in as she reloaded her guns, and then sat down, and buckled in, and we sped off into the unknown. The car was warm, and my head was filled with these weird images of what had happened, who are these people, and what am I getting myself into, but even though I should be scarred he was sitting beside me, and I knew as long as I am with him, I would be safe, so I fell asleep on the white leather. “What do I do Zoe? She can’t stay with us, sighs I am so screwed.” “No cub, you will see things will work out for the best.” “I hope so Tex I truly hope so.” We drove to a airport, were we showed our tattoos, and were quickly boarding a private plane on the way back to headquarters, I personally carried Laura through the check points, and onto the plane, and watched her sleep. She murmured and squirmed in her sleep, to watch her wither in her seat, was heart wretched in my chest, I wanted to so much touch her cheek. But I had to restrain myself. A few hours later, we landed and then we got into my car which I carried Laura into my Cadillac, and sat her down, and buckled her in. I was amazed how long she slept, but in a way it was the best thing for her, because it will help her eas her into this world. Lets hope she can deal with the darkness. I came awake, to a light weight on top of me, it was sleek, and kind of slippery. I came awake, in complete darkness, I was afraid, then like a jolt everything that happened the last few days came stampeding back, the model with the weird sword, the crazy lady toting pistols, my dark warrior, and the knowing in my stomach. I got up, rolled the covers off, and to my shock, I realized that I was wearing a pink silk night gown, that had barely any straps, and was slipping off my body as I tried to move. The light snapped on, and in the door way was the crazy looking lady, in a similar nightgown to mine except it was a ice blue, and she had her cowboy hat, and was still rolling her pistols. “Bout time you woke up sleeping beauty, how about some breakfast? Bet you hungry.” I did not know what to say all could do was stare at her, unlike me, her cleavage held up her nightgown, and looked sadly amazing on her, while mine looked little more then a ugly covering. “Um were are my clothes?” “Waste no time do you sug, no worries, your clothes are being cleaned as we speak, washing cubs blood out of it.” “Whose blood?” “Dante’s, you know tall olive skin, brown hair, always has his hair tied, he posed as your teacher.” What a lovely name, Dante it sounded so majestic and powerful. And yet it suit him so well. “Where is Dante?” “He is busy at the moment you will meet him probably in a little while, you know sug you are causing quiet a stir here.” “why?” She turns to the door and starts walking out and then says you causing the cub to want to be a wolf. She says as she starts walking out the door. I follow her, slightly behind we walk through a luxurious mansion. Paintings, from every era, swords, and armor everywhere. We walked through the giant hall, down marble stair case, Into this magnificent living room, leather chairs, couches love seats of all fashions and styles, out of all of them all but three were occupied. Yo tex, said everyone to the woman a head of me, the odd thing though is that no body seemed to care how we were dress, and the even more scary thing was that the women were dressed almost exactly like except for color and styles, and as for the guys, almost all of them were basically just wearing pants, mostly leather. We walked through the living area, and into the dinning room, were there were stakes of plates, were set up buffet style, we walked up and grabbed a plate. We spent the rest of the morning, just sitting around, Zoey told me all sorts of stories about how she came to be here. It was amazing that she used to be a school teacher for kindergarteners, but then when a student in the school went on a shooting spree, she had to kill him instead of letting him shoot her class. Well afterwards the school tried to pin the young mans death on her, and she was going to be put to death until dragon appeared and brought her here almost seven years ago. Amazingly enough I heard many stories like that all day from multiple men and women. All of them seemed to end with this dragon person coming to the rescue, but when it came to questions to were he was born, how old is he and regular everyday questions like that seemed to be shrouded with mystery. The day passed by slowly in idle conversation. And as the day passed into night, I was just getting ready to go back to the room I woke up in, when Dante came from out of nowhere, and just smiled, I was so worried because that smile made me weak in the knees, it was like a paralysis. He took my hand into his, and led me up spiraling staircases, up four floors. His face was clouded by shadow, so I could not tell what was on his mind. We went up and up more and more stairs, each floor getting less and less luxurious. When we reached the seventh floor, it was a bleak hall way with no pictures, no armor, nothing but stone. We walked down the hall way when straight in front of us was a door, Mahogany if I think about it carved with exquisite dragon designs. We stopped in front of the door and knocked. We heard scuffling inside, not expecting what came out. What came out of the door, was a six foot six tall muscular man. His eyes were covered with sunglasses, and he wore no shirt, and had leather pants, and barefooted. Though he looked like a sexy god, and yet you could tell the eyes beneath the sunglasses held wisdom beyond his I would guess 20 years of age. He just stared for a few seconds, smiled with pearls, and backed inside. The room was not extravagantly furnished, instead it held only an old fashion rode iron canopy bed with black sheets, a couch, and a desk with a laptop, and a lamp, otherwise it was bare. He sashed back to his bed, were he sat back down and propped himself up. Dante, got on his knees and bowed, “Dragon this is Laura, my Sin please forgive me for failing.” He smiled, baring fang, then in the most hypnotic voice almost so it was like he was beaconing to be touched, and yet at the same time his aura said touch at your own risk. “Did you forget what I told you? You did not fail you did exactly what I wanted. I knew who this young woman is, as well as her shall we say control is over you.” Dante begins to stutter, How could this man be he most be joking. “No Laura I am not joking.” “Shit he is in my mind.” He just smiles, and then says I hope the two of you are very happy together, always protect and look after for each other for together that is your greatest gift.” I don’t understand how he knew everything and yet he did. He told me to go get Laura and bring her to him. I was not expecting he would welcome her into our world so easily, just like he always says to get you must give more, and yet I have paid nothing and yet he is offering me my hearts secret desire. This did not sound right, and yet I could not detect any lies or anything, even that was no big deal, sense no one has ever been able to detect his emotions or feelings, you only found out when he was ready to share. Which was always calm and focused I have never seen him loose his calm even in the middle of being shot at, or being in the heat of battle, or even in a normal conversation always calm, like it was no big deal, like life held no secrets, and he was just here to move about in the grand design of something bigger. We were just sitting in silence, when the door opened, a strange blond, she was scary, her vibrant blue eyes seem to carry death in her eyes. “Well Well is my toy ready to be played with?” “I am ready to pay the price for Dante’s intercessions.” “What is he talking about?” “Miss priss like it or not your boy toy screwed up, and instead of letting us punish him dragon offered to pay his debt.” She said like a silent dagger. After her brief talk, we watched in horror as the proud dragon got on his knees and bowed in front of her, exposing his neck and back, and we watched as she began to whip him. The leather bit into his flesh, and yet he did not cry out in pain he sat there and suffered in silence. “Aww you are not screaming its no fun if you don’t scream.” Then to my utter horror she pulled out a small hammer and nails, and right in front of us hammered them through his hands, he let out more of a roar then a scream, then after a few seconds of his roar, he said through heavy breath, for us to leave he did not want us to see the price that had bought our happiness. Dante grabbed my hand, and we left as we heard the screams and roars of pain, it was heart wrenching. We quickly walked down the stairs, to the room I woke up with and then he closed the door, and fell to his knees and began to howl and punch the brick floor, over and over he pounded chipping away at the brick, and then I saw that the brick was not the only thing giving up, his knuckles began to cut, and blood began to seep onto the floor were he was hitting. I don’t know what he was doing, but I came to his side, and wrapped my arms around him. And there I stayed holding onto him as he wept, and hit the brick until he was to tired, and then fell asleep in my arms. I could not sleep, I heard the cries of pain and roars of pain even five floors below. It was morning, and Dante was waking up, the first thing he did was wipe his eyes, then he got up, picked me up, and placed me in the bed. He walked out of the room. What could I say to him? How could he do this? This was my pain to receive. And yet he took it. I walked up to his room and peaked in. His blood was splattered all over the room, he slept in a pool of his own blood on the floor. His hands still nailed into the floor. I went over and tried to help him up, yet he growled, and his muscles flared. I jumped back, he was a wounded animal. And yet I could only stand there and watch and listen to his blood ooze from his body and watch him cough up even more. If he was a regular person, he would have probably bled to death. Yet he still fought to stay conscious. Slipping, and struggling in his, own blood. When he got sure footing, he pulled with all his strength, and I watched as he pulled the nails all the way through his hands, I watched as the tissue ripped, and blood increased its flow, once free he limped to his bookcase, and with a bleeding hand pulled a book, and the bookcase opened up, he stepped through, then it closed and he disappeared. I stared at the pool of his blood, this blood was a price for my happiness, I would not let it be in vein. I walked back to my room, once I opened up the door, Laura sat bolt upright in the bed. Tears streaming in her eyes. My heart ached to save her pain. I go up to her, and kissed away her tears. “He he did this for us?” “Seems so.” “ then does that mean I can stay with you?” “If that is your wish Laurua yes.” She wrapped her arms around me, I could not help myself, I snaked my hands up her clean school girl shirt, and it felt silky smooth in my hands, she made a small gasp of surprise, before she did the same, holding me close, and whispered in my ears I want you inside of me, maybe then I can be as strong as you, and I can live with this pain. I could not be more shocked if she had tried to hit me. And yet I kissed her lips passionately, I took off her shirt, and she mine, I then laid her down on the bed, and made love. I could not believe this, he was strong inside me, I could feel his passion and strength as he holds me close. It was my first time with a kiss, and the first time I was held and touched by a man, It at first was painful, and yet the pain could not have been anything compared to what there leader had paid. And soon the pain went away, and I was on cloud nine, he was no longer a dangerous wild animal, but a wounded man, who just needed to be shown that he was worth something. So I told him what I felt in my heart. “You are the only one I would trust with my body, whether you like it or not, I am yours, together with you, I will always be by your side.” When she spoke that she wished to stand by myself, I opened up my heart and in turn told her that I wanted to be by her side. After we were both satisfied, we laid in each others arms, he played with my hair and I with his chest listening to his heart beat, as he told me about his life, and I to told him about mine, the pain he talked about I could never thought existed in this life. I wanted to turn back time, and scrub all pain and in justices in his life, wanted him to feel the warmth of a loving touch through his child hood, to know that he always had someone to come home to and share the burden with, and I knew deep down that I wanted to be that someone. I knew this to the bottom of my soul. I could have stayed in her arms for eternity, and yet as the time passed I began to hear a gentle murmur come from her belly. She began to blush, which I kissed her naval, and then took her hand and helped her get dressed, which she in turn did for me, so gentle as if she was afraid I would break. What should have taken seconds, took a wondrous langious 15 minutes. Once clothed we went down to the kitchen I made her French toast and freshly squeezed orange juice. We took our breakfast out to the deck, were we saw dragon under the waterfall, he looked so stoic and yet at peace, a statue frozen in time. His eyes a kind of pure blue, how they got that way was beyond me but there he sat. It was purely magical my dream night who not in the dream realm but in reality made love to me, not as something like a side dish but a pure main course. He was soft and kind as if he was worried I would be hurt, who knew there were still chivalrous guys out there. And yet as I ate the food and looked at there leader for some reason I felt pain for being selfish, I know I have to do something for him, but for the life of me I don’t know what I could do. What could equal being able to stay with the one that you love? The answer to that question was tough I could not do anything. Looking across at him under the waterfall surprisingly it was like my eyes were being opened for the first time. This place seemed sacred, a haven from the world, were the souls in the body of the young could be in peace were the soul of the warrior was accepted not feared. Looking into the eyes of there leader I saw no pain or sorrow for the actions he took but in a way was great full to take the pain and save us from it, in a sense he felt it was his job to protect us as if a guardian or an angel of judgment. That was when I understood, the depth of what Dante was a part of, and it made me just want to stay by his side even more. Once we were finished we took our dishes back to the sink and sat on the couch were two women and a male were watching the news. The headline was that a rogue teacher had kidnapped a student and was considered highly dangerous. “Look here cub you are famous.” Said the thin male with chestnut hair god I wish I could remember names. “Yeah water now how are we going to fix this mess?” “If you can have her ready in an hour we can turn this into a teacher rescues daughter of ambassador, but she will never be able to come back here again.” I clutched on to Dante’s arm I could not leave not after all this I know its childish, but I can’t just leave him. I won’t just leave him. It was arranged quickly that I would go with Dante back to my house in California and try to straighten everything up with my father. This is not going to be a very fun welcoming. I could tell she had something on her mind and yet she just slump down and sighed as if she was immensely unhappy and yet for the life of me I could not fathom what is wrong. I tried asking her she just shut down, I tried to make her happy and yet it only put tears in her eyes. I am so unused to this the woman I am use to seeing when they are happy they smile upset they rip the hearts out of the one responsible what the hell do I do with tears? As we get in the car I try the last thing I can think of I wrap my arm over her shoulder and whisper in her ear you have nothing to fear I am not leaving your side. The day went by very fast almost a whirl wind we went from sunshine were ever we were to the most dreary rain, it poured on us from the Chicago air port all the way into Miami. Dante some how manifested a umbrella and held it over me while he took over carrying clothes that Zoey the Texan lent me until I can find some of my own. We drove up to me families condo, and got out of the taxi. A feeling of dread filled me entirely. I rang the bell since my house key was still at the school. Our butler Arnold answered the door, and when he saw me he just gave a slight bow and said this way miss the master would like to see you. “I bet he would.” I mumbled under my breath. We walked through the house with echoing foot steps into my fathers study were he sat with his advising friends drinking brandy. “Well well well so the problem child has returned what’s the matter could not live without the trust fund?” he sloshed out obviously drunk with his drink. “I will come and talk to you when you are sober.” I tried to say with more nerves then I actually had, so I turned and ran out the room with Dante growling and yet keeping pace behind me. Like a child I ran to my room and through myself onto my bed and just started balling. I wanted his heart on a silver platter, the stench of corruption and deceit ran rampant in the room the man who brought us to that god forsaken room. I saw the damage that the so called father sliced so deeply into his daughter with no thought about her at all. And yet I could feel her bravado waver so I had no choice but to follow her up the three flights of stairs and into this white and pink room, I was like the darkness trying to mark the purity of the room, I quickly threw that thought to the back of my mind, and walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and knelt on the pink carpet floor. I brushed away her bangs, and she slapped my hand away and told me to get out, it hurt but I knew she was in agony, so I told her I was not going any where, and just sat by her side rubbing her back and singing a calm melody as she sobbed into the pillow bearing her soul. The moments ticked by like millennium, it seemed with each passing second a tear fell from her eyes and with each tear drop the human in me was slowly dissipating to the beast within. When the tears stopped I noticed she cried herself asleep, I gently removed my hand and with the slightest of motion tried to pull a woolen blanket over her, but when I moved she murmured in her sleep for me not to leave her. All I can say is when true love sticks and that person begs you to stay with them it does not matter who the hell you are, your heart springs flames, and you are invincible. I slowly moved to the other side of the bed, and got in next to her, and just held her in my arms as she slept, playing with her hair and just in haling her scent knowing dam well no one would take Laura away from me as long as I had a single breath in my body. And then I black out in the most relaxing sleep I have ever experienced. “What the hell are you doing with my daughter I am calling the police you child molester.” “Not the best way to wake up,” I mumbled as I stretched cracking my neck; “and by the way keep it down she is still sleeping.” More screaming and profanity I choose not to disclose gets thrown at me until he woke her up with a startle, she quickly got up and tried to explain, but the jerk did not even let her get a single word out before he started calling her a skank and hore and a lot of other derogative words. My mind went savage, I got up at top speed slammed his sorry balding ass into the wall, and snarled she is mine and you ever talk to her like that again and you will need a new heart and lung. “Touch me you monster and I will sew.” “Go ahead try to sew a shadow you will be lucky to get to see another day if you even mention me again.” I was so warm and safe there are no other way to say it then I was completely whole with the man holding me I felt the strength and the protectiveness as he held me in his arms, then the conscious world had to rear its ugly head with my father degrading the man holding me and yet he seemed fine by it but I was not, when I got up and tried to calm him down he went on a tirade about how I was useless and degraded me, I felt so horrible I wanted to curl up and die, until I felt this immense darkness growing out of Dante, his hair came unbound, his eyes go gold, and his growl is almost inhumane. Faster then I could see he ran around the bed, and had my father pinned to the wall, it was scary I don’t know what to do. But just as quickly he lets him go and then walks back to me, my father goes to slap me, and Dante grabs his hand and you can see my fathers forearm break in his grip. Then like a savage or a caveman, he picks me up over his shoulder, grabs my belongings god how did he know what I like and did not like it was amazing, yet he stuffed all the things I liked into a bag and carried me down the stairs when we got to the front door a police man stood there with the gun trained on Dante, he swirled around, took the gun out of his hand and broke the officers noise and then firmly walked away as if nothing was wrong. He was heading for god knows what when a detective whistles him over and then lifts up his right shirt sleeve and says I am one of the water dragons faction I have been sent to pick you up and bring you back to the black dragon safely follow me. We got into the car and started driving down the main stream we got away from her house, and then a soft pop sounded and a small whole appeared through the wind shield. Seconds before our car went crazy zig zagging left then right, I grabbed the wheel as Laura screamed in the back about the body, I quickly shoved it out the door, and was trying to control the car only to find out the brakes had been cut. Zooming along as the car sped faster and faster still, then two motorcycles came up on us. That was when hell broke loose, bullets firing and screams I tried to run the one on my right off the road, while the other seemed to be empty to stay behind just a ways, in my blind spot yet I could still feel something wrong, seconds before the car hit the guard rail and flipped all the way over the barrel role of death, I cursed every god for showing me happiness only to take it away in my very eyes and have me be the cause dam the fates those three bitches sure liked to play with peoples hearts. |