Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame. The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy. The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth. Blurring lines. Creating hostility. And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore. Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans. Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious. And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader. Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon? Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection? As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future? What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them? Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored? What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow? Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

Summary

PART FOUR- The Blood of Brandon

Blood. It is vital. It is….power. For Brandon it is pain and darkness…and his destiny. The Flame.

The power within him. The secrets behind him. The men that want to control him. It is all connected by webs of betrayals and tragedy.

The truth is coming out. Too ugly to accept. To powerful to ignore. But new threats intermingle with the truth.

Blurring lines. Creating hostility.

And as our two heroes struggle with passion, they will find that these new threats are impossible for them to ignore.

Jacob, a black beast form Brandon’s past. He was once beloved and now he is a relentless Lion driven by secular and non-secular goals that speak to madness….and grand plans.

Jacob has come at the behest of the Alchemists Clan, a mortal organization that moves in the shadows. Powerful….deadly…..mysterious.

And Brandon belongs to them. His father Hovel is their Leader.

Ezekiel is forced to ask himself who is Hovel of the Alchemists? What does he have planned for Brandon?

Brandon will be forced to ask what more is he willing to lose as the darkness from his past threatens to destroy any and all light? Will he be able to accept Ezekiel’s care, compassion and most of all his affection?

As old friendships and betrayals take center stage in this part of the Tales…..what will Brandon do to remain free. To overcome his perverted past and dammed future?

What can Ezekiel do to prevent more pain? To strip away everything but the burning hunger between them?

Can the past be forgiven? Can it be ignored?

What will new facts shed light on….Will the Blood and death continue to flow?

Our heroes stand at the precipice of their emotions, even as The Blood of Brandon releases insanity and chaos.

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Submitted: September 09, 2016

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Ezekiel laid him on the bed and then pulled Brandon back against his chest so that he was sitting between Ezekiels legs and his hands were wrapped across his lower body. 

Large warm palms resting on Brandon’s empty stomach. Then Ezekiel simply sat behind him soothing him with his warmth as it drifted through their shirts. The shivering….slowly calmed.

A long time seemed to pass for Brandon. He knew he had to snap out of it. He knew that he had to regain his composure so with a weak grip on his sanity returning Brandon took a deep breath and said. “I’m sorry I lost it.”

 

Brandon would have said more but before he could Ezekiel spoke over him.

 

“You loved her huh? Nora.” Ezekiel asked him softly and abruptly from behind.

 

Ignoring the pain that Ezekiel’s question summoned Brandon pulled away from Ezekiel completely, and made a spot for himself next to Ezekiel as the Guardian inched over to the left side of the bed. Brandon took the right side.

 

Perhaps sensing that Brandon needed the separation Ezekiel didn’t complain at Brandon moving out of his embrace.

 

Brandon soon settled down and back against the headboard of the bed. Feeling terrible. His head ached. His stomach was turning and for some odd reason he was numb. But because there was nothing left to do except to talk with Ezekiel he decided to answer his question.

 

“Yes.”  He finally said truthfully. He didn’t look at Ezekiel because he was too busy blinking away the moisture that tried to gather in his eyes. He pictured Nora’s face and the simple act of doing that gutted his insides.

 

With a shallow breath Brandon tried to keep speaking to prevent himself from turning back into a despondent mess. Ezekiel was worried enough about him as if was. If he couldn’t pull himself together he feared that Ezekiel would feel obligated to keep being nice to him. Rather than treat him like the disgusting killer that he was.

 

 “She was the only person who truly loved me too. It wasn’t physical. It was like being drawn to her kindness. She was my sun.” Brandon gulped down a breath as his throat got tight and fresh pain slashed him across the heart as he spoke about her.

 

 Struggling to breathe Brandon tightened his fists in the cloth of his pants and closed his eyes. “Nora was the only thing good about my life and I killed her.” He said softly “I’ve killed…a lot of people to feed my power….The Flame.”

 

 Brandon knew that saying it out loud at this point was useless, because Ezekiel had already see everything that had happened through Lander. 

 

Brandon knew that all of the Shifters had seen all of terrible things he had done up close and personal, but feeling like he had to confess these things out loud, he said them anyway.

 

A pregnant silence rode on the tail end of his harsh words…and for a long moment Brandon simply wanted the silence to exist, but then he foolishly began to wish that Ezekiel would say something. That he would say anything. 

 

He was prepared for Ezekiel to turn away from him in disgust.

 

I’m a monster. I’m a killer. I endangered you and your family.

 

Brandon whimpered inside of his head. Unable to say the words out loud.

 

Curse me! Shame me! Do something!

 

But when Ezekiel did speak….it wasn’t to condemn Brandon or to cheer him up.

 

“Brandon….” Ezekiel began. “It was an accident. All of them were just….horrible accidents. Don’t you see that?” he softly and gently put forth.

 

With a small sigh Brandon looked away from him. “What I can see is that I need to make sure that nothing like that ever happens again!” Brandon said

 

“How? By closing yourself off from the world. By running away from people and living alone in the wild like a dog?” Ezekiel inquired softly, before gesturing to Brandon and asking. “Maybe there is another way? Have you ever tried to turn the power off or control it?”

 

“Yes. But it isn’t mine to control.” Brandon told him with a slight edge of frustration. “I can do a few small things with the power. I can use it to heal myself. But mostly I just hold it back. This power belongs to something inside of me.” Brandon softly outlined. “The Flame is something that I don’t understand and the Alchemists want to impression me of having it. I’m dangerous. “

 

“No.” Ezekiel suddenly sighed as if he was also feeling frustrated. “Brandon you’re not.” Ezekiel asserted, reaching out, grabbing at Brandon’s hand and trying to pull  Brandon closer. “Come here.”

 

“Seriously Ezekiel DONT do that…." Brandon said and tried to move away, but with a small burst of speed and strength Bandon gasped in surprise as Ezekiel grabbed his hands and locked them in his own grasp.

 

“See….” He demanded. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

 

“Stop!” Brandon barked at him in a slight panic as Ezekiel continued to grip his bare hands, playing with the death that slumbered there.

 

 Then to both of their surprise Brandon yelled and snatched back his hands as a sharp white light flashed where he and Ezekiel were touching. Brandon pushed back feeling angry and relieved that even though the light had sparked…the Flame was still slumbering inside of his core.

 

“What are you doing!? Do you think this is a game!? I could kill you!” Brandon angrily cried at him as he dug his hands into the bed afraid that if he touched Ezekiel again he would be helpless to stop the Flame from waking up and trying to take a bite out of his energy. Helpless to stop himself from killing the Guardian.

 

As his anger filled the space between them Ezekiel sighed, and settled back down beside Brandon in silence for a few moments. He kept his gaze forward, and empty seemingly trying to find the words to say back to Brandon’s outburst.

 

Eventually with a small drop of his shoulders Ezekiel started to speak.

“Of course I know that this is serious Brandon….” He said not looking Brandon’s way, instead focusing his gaze towards the wall. “But I don’t want you doing what you’re doing to yourself.”

 

Brandon listened in silence with a heavy heart. Brandon’s lack of a response seemed to make Ezekiel shift his azure gaze away from the wall and over to him.

 

“Brandon you’ve spent the last few years convincing you’re self that you are a monster. You’ve been carrying the guilt for something that couldn’t be prevented. You killed the men holding you captive.” Ezekiel affirmed softly. “Nothing more.”

 

Feeling that Ezekiel had over simplified the past events Brandon replied. “I know what I did. I know I killed them, but I used her. “Brandon acknowledged with a queasy heart, but with grim understanding that he was guilty. “I let the Flame devour her…so that I could escape.”

 

“No!” Ezekiel hissed across his dark words. The warm brush of his hand down Brandon’s cheek wasn’t expected, so when it happened Brandon couldn’t help but flinch away from the caress. Ezekiel smiled slightly and dropped his hand. “Your power felt what you wanted. It felt your fear, and pain and just like my leopard would feel my fear and my pain.  Your power tried to protect its host. IT used what was available. It took whatever weapon it could latch onto and sadly that was Nora. That isn’t your fault!”

 

Unable to stand the calm certainty in Ezekiels voice or the grace of his gaze Brandon found himself turning his face down and yelling back at him. “It is my fault!! I kept feeding on her. Until she stopped screaming. Until there was nothing left. And something inside of me felt good when I did it. I get pleasure from killing things Ezekiel.” Brandon painfully confessed nearly wanting to gag as he said these disgusting things. 

 

He nearly wanted to shatter into pieces as the bloody face of Nora flashed across his eyes.

 

Ezekiel quickly responded to his words as if he knew exactly what Brandon was thinking about.

 

“When I fight in my Shift it feels like bliss.” Ezekiel quietly submitted. “When my claws cut into flesh or I taste blood on my fangs, there is nothing like it Brandon. I get pleasure from hurting or defeating people. But these things, these powers, these beasts are within us. We feel what they feel.” Ezekiel logically claimed. “I feel the glory of decimating a foe or tasting their blood. You feel the joy of being fed new energy. Who I kill or defeat doesn’t matter. The feeling remains even if I hate to kill, something inside is thrilled because I’m a Shifter and the hunt is in me….”  Ezekiel insisted, before gesturing towards Brandon and saying.  “For you maybe it just doesn’t matter where it gets power from that thing inside of you, is just happy to be energized.”

 

Ezekiel told him gently. He seemed so determined to make Brandon understand that he wasn’t so much free of guilt as much as he was a victim himself.

 

Perhaps a part of Brandon knew these things already. Perhaps they were even true.

But what did that matter?

 

“I still killed her….” Brandon replied and this one fact negated everything else.

 

Instead of denying this claim Ezekiel once more agreed with him. “Yes you did….but you didn’t want to kill her.” he confidently explained as if he knew this to be the undeniable truth.

 

With a bitter scoff Brandon shook his head. “Ezekiel….” He sighed looking at the Guardian for only a moment. “Nothing you say will ever justify what I did.”

 

Despite this Ezekiel continued to speak….and curse Brandon, but for the most part he was happy to look at things from another person’s point of view. Even if that point of view ultimately change nothing and would never fix anything.

 

“But think about it.” Ezekiel said to Brandon’s denial. “If there had been something or anyone else. Anything else, but Nora or the other victims, in that room with you the moment that you got stabbed in or needed to feed on energy. Do you really think you would have killed her or the others?” Ezekiel asked him directly.

 

Not completely comfortable with speaking about what Brandon saw as cold-blooded murder. He withdrew slightly and looked to the window across the room. The weak rays of daylight were melting away, and a faint dusting of star lights could just be made out in the strawberry skyline signaling to Brandon that the dusk was quickly approaching. 

 

“I would have killed someone or something regardless.” He replied to Ezekiel’s question. “That is how I function….by feeding on energy.” He answered.

 

 Cutting him a sharp look Ezekiel asked him with a small hiss. “So you’re just a mindless machine?” he asked. “Do you think you were just running around killing people for nothing?” 

 

Brandon bit his lip. “I’m not saying that. But I was terrified out of my mind. I was in a lot of pain. I don’t remember much. I simply remember needing to get away.” he admitted.

 

In his mind he saw himself trying to escape. Sharp flashes of long white corridors blinded him momentarily. The erratic breaths rushing past his lips as he ran for his life. The warm gush of blood down his navel and between his legs as he slowly bleed to death. The unimaginable hunger for energy that he felt growing and growing as his body lost more and more blood and strength.

 

Brandon pushed these stark memories away just as Ezekiel replied to his words.

 

“So this power within you….your Flame.” Ezekiel started to say, using that name for the first time.

 

Hearing Brandon’s nick name for his power fall from Ezekiel’s lips was a shock, but not one that was wholly unpleasant. It was almost a relief to be in the same room with another person who knew his secret besides the Alchemists and Jacob. 

 

“It did exactly what you wanted it to do. It got you away from a terrible situation.” Ezekiel declared. “I believe that if you had met someone else, instead of Nora, you would have killed one of them and taken their power instead. But you were trying to survive and your power reacted to that. If you had met anyone else the result could have been the same. Yes someone would have died, but it wouldn’t have been her. It could have been anyone.”

 

Brandon scoffed and unbaled his fists from the covers, only to place his hands in his lap and stare down at them. “That doesn’t make me feel better. I don’t want this terrible power. I don’t want any of that to have happened.” He slowly revealed.

 

He couldn’t stop the soft desperation rising in his voice….or the boundless animosity he held for himself. “I don’t…..I don’t want to exist like this. I deserve to pay for what I did. I deserve to die!”

 

After saying this Brandon wanted to simply shrivel up and disappear. Hell, he even wanted Ezekiel to argue with him suddenly….He wanted the Guardian to tell him that he was wrong for thinking such adverse feelings about himself.

 

But once more Ezekiel surprised Brandon, by doing the exact opposite. He affirmed Brandon’s feelings. His hatred.

 

But instead of denouncing his ugly emotions, Ezekiel simply responded with the same care and kindness and understanding that he always had. The same things that had made him the object of Brandon’s hidden affection.

 

Ezekiel reached over, took Brandon’s head in his hands, pulled his head close and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

 

The touch lingered for a moment before Ezekiel drew back and captured Brandon’s eyes with his own.

 

 “I want you listen to me right now…” He said with a soberness to his tone and gaze that Brandon couldn’t help but listen to. “I’m sorry, but….None of us can absolve you Brandon…” Ezekiel quietly murmured. The warm brush of his lips at Brandon’s brow easing some of the crippling hatred Brandon swallowed as they spoke. “The burdens that you carry, even if they were forced on you….are real.”  Ezekiel told him. “They took years to develop. And nothing that I do right now is goona make them disappear. Especially not a little bit of hindsight and some optimistic wording. I could scream you’re innocence at you for hours, but we both know that you’re too stubborn to believe me.”

 

 Ezekiel slightly smiled and it was the first sad smile that Brandon had ever seen on his face. It was lovely and heart breaking to witness as Ezekiel finished by saying. “You are going to have to forgive yourself Brandon….because you’re the only one blaming yourself.”

 

 


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