Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 4)

Status: Finished

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: October 17, 2016

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Twenty minutes after Jacob and Ezekiel and the rest of his family disappeared off into the forest, Brandon had had nearly worried himself mad.

 

Brandon spent some of his time with Erin and Drin as Ezkeiel had sugested...still the hourse crawled by like slugs on his brian.

He spoke fleetingly with the two Mates about the baby and shared some small talk, but it was soon obvious that the two youngest Guardians were feeling the pressure just as much as he was.

 

 After three games of go fish, eating a small breakfast, and more small talk, Brandon was a little on the jittery side. Drin sympathized with his worry, and advised him to go and take a bath to sooth his nerves.

 

And realizing that he wasn’t making the wait any easier on himself by worrying himself to death….Brandon excused himself and went to his room to bathe and be alone with his bubbling thoughts, his mild pain…and the ever incessant need to feed the Flame.

 

But just as Brandon was stepping out of the bathroom, newly dressed and hair still dripping wet….everything went to shit.

 

A terrible scream split the air.

A single beat passed before Brandon realized that it was Erin’s scream.

 

“Erin!? Erin! Drin!!” Brandon shouted.

 

Feeling the pit of his stomach fall to the bottoms of the earth Brandon slipped on the rug in the bathroom as he rushed out and dashed to the bedroom door.

 

Muffled, but coming from the hallway, the sound of screaming and snarling ripped the house apart. The sound of glass shattering cut across the home and…the tumble of bodies and banging and movement.

 

An arrow of ice and apprehension slammed into Brandon’s soul as he ripped the door open and….froze in abject disbelief.

 

“Hello Lil One…”

 

The strong baritone…the instant influx of warmth and calm that tried to touch him almost made Brandon want to scream.

 

There Jacob stood.

 

The Shifter looked more like a beast on the edge then a man. His eyes were slit and blazing a sharp yellow. Jacob front and bottom canines were long, white, and flashing as they overlapped his top and bottom lip like mini-daggers. His chest was splashed with fresh sprays of blood….and his claws were nothing but crimson soaked scythes which rushed towards Brandon the moment he opened the door.

 

Jacob was seconds from tearing Brandon from the room.

 

Brandon didn’t even have a moment to think or be scared. Or consider whose blood was staining Jacobs’s claws.

 

 Because Brandon knew that all he had was a hand full of seconds to act.  So instead of jumping back in fear he planted his feet and sent a solid jab strait into Jacobs face.

 

Brandon’s fast attack barely connected with flesh, his knuckles simply grazed the area next to Jacobs’s nose, as Jacob dogged backwards with a speed and grace that was frightening.

 

But rather than focus on these things Brandon quickly jumped back, and slammed the door close between them with a thunderous smack of wood.

 

The door would be like a twig beneath Jacobs’s fists, but Brandon wasn’t expecting the door to hold the Lion off.

 

Brandon looked around and easily realized that he had no weapons he could use to defend himself. And in a hand to hand fight….he was nowhere as fast as Jacob.

 

So Brandon knew that his only chance was to escape…or call on the Flame.

 

He could use the terrible power inside to make him faster and stronger. He could use it to fight….but in exchange….Brandon would be left with the terrible hunger to contend with.

 

He was still considerably weak. Even with Ezekiels generous act of trying to feed him….Brandon was barely able to stand or think past the hunger that was always digging at his soul.

 

If he gave the last of himself to the Flame in this moment….he was afraid what would happen. He was so weak. He was losing this battle every hour of every day.

 

The Flame was truly something that Brandon feared, hated and only considered using as a last option.

 

But in this situation….he wasn’t going to give in to fear and desperation. He was going to fight.

 

If nothing else Brandon knew that he had to get out of that room.

 

So with a calm determination born from being hunted for years, Brandon kicked off the door, sprinted across the room and without a hint of hesitation he slammed his foot into the window. Web like fractures danced out across the surface as the glass crunched, but didn’t collapse.

 

The sharp needle cuts that exploded across his leg barely registered in his mind as Brandon reader back and kicked again, quickly shattering the window, with a second and third kick. Shards of thick glass rained down into the earth below.

 

Suddenly the Shattering glass and snapping vinyl was completely swallowed in the thundering crash of wood as Jacob tackled the door off of its hunches and flew into the room.

 

This was the last thing Brandon saw and heard before he threw himself out of the window. Arms wrapped around his head and his legs behind him, the undeniable rush of air and gravity filled his ears and he started plunging to the earth….two stories below him.

 

But to Brandon’s horror he felt something like a vice closing around his left ankle causing pain and halting all momentum towards the ground below.

 

 Brandon’s stomach tried to fly out of his mouth as he was jerked to an unnatural stop, and his body slammed into the side of the mansion a few inches below his bedroom window.

 

With a scream of shock Brandon clawed at the wall as he glanced up past his thigs towards his feet…and with a chill he saw Jacob leaning out of the bedroom above him.

 

An evil and effortless smirk was on his face as he held Brandon by his ankle, dangling him like a fish from a hook.

 

Suddenly the pressure of a bolder crushing his leg began to increase and with zero account for Brandon thrashing and cursing, Jacob pulled him screaming back up into the room.

 

The sheer strength that Jacob was displaying over him and Brandon’s own utterly helpless position was like a cloud of terror across Brandon’s mind.

 

Brandon cried out in pain as he was ripped into the room and slammed into the carpet. Winded and panting Brandon flipped onto his back and looked up.

 

The second their eyes connected Brandon found himself with a large, blood soaked, claw tipped hand wrapped around his throat, as Jacob snatched him off of the floor and leveled him with his burning yellow eyes.

 

“Ja….” Brandon choked as he clawed and pushed, but at this point he was fighting against a metal wall with no hope of escape. He could only try not to be crushed beneath the pressure of Jacobs hold.

 

“Hello Brandon….” Jacob slowly and softly replied, his eyes filled with a small hint of gentle light as he raised his left hand and softly ran his fingers down the side of Brandon’s head, caressing his hair. A few seconds of calm silence rained…where for one twisted second Brandon enjoyed his touch. His proximity.

 

Jacob also seemed to just be basking in the act of being in Brandon’s proximity for the second time in three years. Sharing his touch.

 

Then Jacob seemed to shake himself…and a cold hard laugh fell from his fang filled lips. Dropping his hand, Jacob cast Brandon a cold cocky sneer. “I’m sorry, but can I just say….Nice try Lil One with that dramatic little jump from the window.” Jacob chuckled then cut his eyes and sighed.  “But…I don’t think you want to run away so fast…” He softly murmured as he continued to hold Brandon’s windpipe in a deadly vice. “After all your new friends are downstairs with Hovel as we speak.” Jacob smirked.  “That succulent little leopardess and the young male Guardian she was with are simply DYING to see you right now…and so is Hovel.”

 

A wave of cold and bitter sadness touched Brandon’s heart at Jacobs’s words. Instantly two things became crystal clear to Brandon. He didn’t matter. His fear didn’t matter.

 

Were Erin and Drin hurt badly? Was that Erin’s blood on Jacobs’s body? Was Erin’s baby okay?

 

“Ja….don’t hurt them!” Brandon choked and hacked past the debilitating hold that Jacob had on his windpipe. “Don’t…!”

 

Suddenly Jacob snarled and his hand snapped open, dropping Brandon to the ground in a hurdle as he hacked and sobbed for air.

 

Still even though he could hardly swallow past the pain and lack of oxygen Brandon begged. “Don’t hurt them…please…!”

 

“I won’t Lil One…Unless I have to…” Jacob softly called down to him as Brandon struggled to breath, then suddenly his claw tipped hands were tearing Brandon up from the ground. The tips of his claws slicing into Brandon’s arms and his back as he forced Brandon up to his feet.

 

“Now get up Brandon….” Jacob growled, and with a small painful twist he locked Brandon’s arms up behind his back preventing his escape. “It’s time to go see Hovel.” He said

 

Then Jacob pushed him out of the bedroom, carelessly steeping over the shattered door and past the decimated hinges of the door way.

 

And even as Brandon was marched towards certain doom….he couldn’t do anything but worry for the Guardians and their Parents.

 

It wasn’t hard for Brandon to realize that something horrible must have happened at the meeting. Something that would have allowed Jacob and Hovel to invade Mantilo’s home and Brandon shuttered to imagine what it was.

 

And his heart ached when he thought of Ezekiel. Had something terrible befallen him out there in the woods?

 

A part of Brandon burned to see him. To know if he was alright.

 

Another part of Brandon wanted to crumble into a hole of despair and guilt. He had brought this attack upon the Leopards home. He had exposed Ezekiel to extreme peril.

The memory of his gentle touch, warmth and strong voice were almost heartbreaking…as Brandon worried that Ezekiel was injured…or even possible dead.

 

 

 Brandon felt terror rising inside of him for the welfare of Ezekiels family as well. He couldn’t contain it….or the cloud of anger and rage he felt boiling up in his chest. These people had done nothing wrong but try to protect him. They had tried to be his friends, his confidants….his protectors.

 

Even when Brandon didn’t want or need it, they had offered him sanctuary. He refused to allow them to be hurt.

 

I have to stop this. I have to make this stop!

He inwardly demanded of himself, even as Jacob steadily marched him down the mansions spiraling staircase. Brandon’s arms tweaked with pain as his elbows and shoulders were stressed by the iron grip that Jacob had on his wrists. Twisting or pulling away from Jacob in any fashion was sure to either pop a joint or cause excruciating pain, so Brandon contented himself with marching forwards….

 

Still Brandon knew something terrible was going to transpire on those lands….and Brandon couldn’t shake the dread that not only would someone get hurt…but that someone was going to die.

 

More death?  More pain? All because of him…..

 

The denial of this dread and the sharp twist of anger in Brandon’s stomach sounded like war drums in  his soul, throbbing and pulsing to the sound of his heartbeat…and the sizzle of the Flame.

 

No more. No more!

 

 

 

 


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