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

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.

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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“Questions?” Brandon asked him. With a small flush of heat across his body Brandon dropped down next to Ezekiel after a moment of hesitation. Trying furiously not to think about what he and the Shifter had been doing only a little while ago on top of the mattress.

 

Luckily Ezekiel seemed to be all business and he jumped right into a question.

 

“So the Flame…” He started, his voice soft and his gaze direct. “I know that Hovel wanted to use it and that it’s dangerous, but what do you think it is exactly?” he asked Brandon.

 

But Brandon only shook his head. “I don’t know what it is. I wish I did.” Brandon replied as the question stirred up all of the questions he had himself.

 

“I guess what I’m truly wander about is why Hovel wanted to take the power from you.” Ezekiels said next looking away. “Yes your power can heal….but it’s also very volatile and wild. Do you think Hovel and the Alchemists were going to use Alchemy to control it?”

 

“I don’t see how they could….My power….it burns.” Brandon slowly explained. ““Lots of people burned, except for Jacob and the alchemists and a few lucky men...Most of them just screamed and they burned when I touched them…..When I touch people, plant or animals, they either die or they heal from injury. No one can control it. MY blood…is what they used to get closer to the Flame. They used my blood to Heal, but my blood is just as bad as my touch and a lot less predictable.” Brandon shuttered and closed his eyes. “No one can control this thing...” he said to himself.

Brandon wised that he knew more. But he didn’t have any real answers about the power that he possessed. The Flame was and had always been a mystery to him. So close and integral to his existence, but mostly foreign and alien to him. He didn’t know why he had it. How he got it. Or what he was supposed to use it for.

 

Ezekiel nodded his head to Brandon’s answer slowly, then he sighed and said. “Which I guess brings us back to the elephant in the room that we’ve been trying to ignore.” Ezekiel started turning to Brandon and pinning him with a serious expression. “You…..you need answers Brandon. You deserve answers.” he said. “After everything you have been through you deserve to know why.”

 

IT was Brandon’s turn to sigh. He dropped his head forward in dejection. “But the only people still alive that have the answers to my questions aren’t going to just give me that information Ezekiel.” He said back softly.

 

“What about Jacob?” Ezekiel seemed to cringe simply at saying the name. But he asked the question none the less.

 

“Ja will never tell me anything…” Brandon bit off, unconsciously slipping back into using Jacobs’s pet name. “He belongs to my Father. He knows that telling me about the Flame will erase the last thread holding us together. I’ll always be his Lil One…as long as he and Hovel are holding all of the cards over me.” Brandon couldn’t help but insert these facts with a heavy dose of pessimism and bitterness.

 

There were just somethings that were never going to happen. Jacob being open and forth coming just wasn’t going to happen. Ever.

 

The warm bump of Ezekiels knuckle beneath his chin forced Brandon to look up a moment later. “But…” He started to say softly. His blue gaze calm and determined as he removed his hand. “Jacob is here…and tomorrow were going to talk with him. Maybe he’ll explain himself to me or my father.” Ezekiel pointed out.

 

Bandon knew that the chances of that were slim, but instead of saying that he focused on what Ezekiel had said. Tomorrow Jacob was going to be in a room with Mantilo and the other Guardians. Closes enough to attack or hurt any one of them.

 

 With a slight urgency to his words Brandon demanded. “I want to be there. I need to be at the meeting.”

 

“No! I’m not letting you anywhere near that maniac! He cut open your face for god sakes!” Ezekiel told him sharply. A small hiss touching his voice as his eyes hardened lightly.

 

“Ezekiel I’m not sitting in this room with Jacob down there trying to convince your father to let him take me back to my father!” Brandon protested slamming his fist into the bed between them. He didn’t need to be hidden away from this. And he didn’t want to sit back and let Mantilo and Ezekiel face Jacob and his unpredictable moods and aggression.

 

Perhaps sensing that his sharp denial had stroked Brandon the wrong way. Ezekiel reached down, took his fist, unbaled it and held it between his own hands. The heat of his touch didn’t reach Brandon but the pleading look in his eyes when he looked at Brandon directly did “Just….” Ezekiel said softly, sighed then started over again. “Brandon, I know you aren’t used to trusting people or being taken care of….but for once in your life you can rest easy. Nothing is going to happen in that meeting that you need to be present for, because my father is not going to all him to get to you. And neither am I. You don’t have to see Jacob….ever again. So don’t. You’re safe.”

 

The truth in Ezekiels words hit Brandon like a wet blanket. Muffling all of his irritation and passion and burying it beneath a fact that he hadn’t even stopped to truly consider. He was safe?

 

Was he truly safe?

 

It didn’t really matter, because Brandon couldn’t quite grasp such a concept or assimilate it into his heart and mind.

 

It felt like a lie. Safety.

 

So with a dull expression and a slumping of his shoulders Brandon swallowed and dropped his eyes from Ezekiels. “I….I guess you’re right….” He said on a faint sigh.

 

Ezekiel probably sensed that he didn’t quite believe these words, but instead of press Brandon anymore Ezekiel simply chuckled softly. “I am.” He said before he pulled back his hands and stood up from the mattress. Before walking to the head of the bed, pulling back the sheets and patting the bed and pillows. “Now get in the bed.”

 

“Don’t push it Blue Boy.” Brandon sighed as Ezekiel nearly commanded his obedience, but Brandon still found himself crawling across the bed and wriggling his legs and feet beneath the covers as Ezekiel held them apart from the bed, then dropped them back across Brandon’s chest as he steeled against the pillows. In seconds a yaw was snaking up past Brandon’s lips and he was alarmed to realize that he was only a few short minutes from sleep.

 

Suddenly Ezekiel turned from the bed.

 

Brandon squelched the ridiculous urge he had to call Ezekiel back, knowing that Ezekiel had to leave and get some rest of his own. But to Brandon’s surprise Ezekiel didn’t in fact leave the room or moved away from the bed. Instead Ezekiel dropped sown to the carpet, put his back to the bed and just sat there silently.

For a long moment Brandon laid there just looking at the back of Ezekiels head. Watching the golden strands of his hair and wishing that he could run his finger through them the way he had when Ezekiel had Shifted in front of him for the first time. Brandon even inched his hand towards Ezekiels nape, before stopping himself.

 

Instead Brandon broken the silence and softly called to the Guardian. “Ezekiel? You aren’t going to sit there all night are you? I know you’re tired.” He asked unsure if Ezekiel planned to remain in the room all night. And if he intended to sleep in that spot beside the bed.

 

 Rather than answer his question Ezekiel said over his shoulder without turning around. “You’re exhausted….Get some sleep Brandon….” Ezekiel commanded.

 

“Bossy. Bossy.” Brandon tsked softly rather than press the issue. Then unable to squelch the urge any longer as he continued to stare at Ezekiels hair. Brandon reached out and tangled his fingertips in the stands. With the leather gloves back over his hands Brandon still couldn’t feel the texture, but the impression of silken strands danced against the material. Brandon felt Ezekiel shiver, then lean back into the caress.

 

Brandon was both delighted and surprised to feel a slight hum build beneath his fingertips.

 

He’s purring again!

 

Brandon couldn’t help but smile to himself as he played his fingertips across Ezekiels rumbling scalp. Neither of them spoke, they both simply seemed to be enjoying the experience of touching and being touched indirectly. Untold minutes later Brandon ran his fingertips across Ezekiels scalp one last time, before his hand slipped into the mattress and he fell to sleep.

 

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A soft knock at the door awoke Ezekiel. The room was dark, signaling to him that it was either very early in the morning or simply still the dark hours of night. 

 

Ezekiel was slightly bemused to realize that he had fallen asleep on the floor.

 

The moment he touched my hair my leopard damn near melted into bliss.

 

Ezekiel shook his head as he recalled the insane pleasure that had graced his body, simply from Brandon touching his hair.

 

Who knew I liked being petted?

He asked himself internally as he moved to stand up from the side of the bed. A second knock at the door kept Ezekiel from any further musings as he crossed to it, cracked it open and surprisingly found the warm glow of candlelight gracing his newly opened eyes.

 

The warm orange light also danced across the face of his visitors.

 

Glen and Erin. Glen was dressed down in a simply white dress, and Erin was sporting yellow shirt and a light blue Tank top. 

 

“Mom? Erin? What time is it?” He asked them, surprised at seeing them, but knowing that they were there for a reason.

 

With anxious hazel eyes Erin softly replied. “It’s time for the meeting.”

 

Sensing the sober moment for what it was all Ezekiel could do was nod his head. Then he took a breath before something occurred to him and he looked at his mother.

 

“What are you guys doing up here?” Ezekiel asked her and his cousin suddenly. “Why aren’t you down stairs with everyone else? Did you come to get me?”

 

With matching sour expressions the two Leopardesses graced him with small sighs and rolls of their eyes.

 

“Yes and No. Basically your father doesn’t think it’s safe for us.” Glen finally replied in a put-upon tone that made it clear that she was not happy. “He wanted me and Erin to sit out the meeting incase things got…..too tense with Jacob.”

 

“Drin refused to let me go to the meeting as well! He’s so mean!” Erin huffed softly after his mother.

 

Instantly seeing the logic in Drin and Mantilo’s actions, because Ezekiel had also made Brandon sit the meeting out Ezekiel almost told them it was a good idea. But sensing that the women didn’t like being sequestered away from the meeting, Ezekiel simply nodded once more. Opened the door wider and steeped out into the hallway and cracked the door behind himself to keep the light and the noise out of Brandon’s room.

 

With a two armed hug he quickly embraced his mother and cousin, pressing a kiss to their cheeks in greeting. He released them a moment later.

 

“How is he?” Glen asked suddenly as she pulled back and glanced past Ezekiel towards the dark bed room.

 

Knowing that she was asking about Brandon Ezekiel sighed. “He’s still sort of in shock and unsteady. Will you stay with him?” Ezekiel reported and softly asked looking at his mother and cousin. “He needs company.”

 

“No problem.” Erin readily agreed with a small smile.

 

 Glen smiled and patted Ezekiels cheek and said. “You didn’t have to ask. We came to see him. Now you better get to the Meeting….it’s going to be your job to fill us in on what happens when you come back later.”

 

Passing his mother a small chuckle Ezekiel turned and walked down the hallway. Trying hard to ignoring the irrational weight on his heart and feet that only grew as he separated from Brandon’s side for the second time in the last four days Ezekiel tried to focus on the Meeting he was currently late too.


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