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.

Chapter61 (v.1) - Chapter 61

Author Chapter Note

Hello everyone. I just wanted to say thank you for all of the support and the reads and thank you to the ones that have stuck with me all of this way and shown my characters and my world their love and appreciation. I am deeply grateful for each of my readers and all of my commenters and reviewers. Please don't be shy and reach out to me if you feel like it. I love meeting new readers and writers. Here is a small treat for you guys. A teaser Chapter. I don't normally do them, but I wanted to give u guys something to nibble on after that last giant cliff hanger. So enjoy this. PART 4- The Blood of BRANDON will be coming to an end soo....so buckle up for the next batch, enjoy this small piece and stay fantastic people!

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Submitted: October 24, 2016

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It was utterly amazing how fast a space that had once been warm and inviting and peaceful….could simply turn into a mosh pit of violence and pain.

The Leopards Mansion had always felt filled with warmth and power, and something so beautiful that it nearly hurt to wake up and walk it halls in the mornings and know that he was an outsider.

But now Brandon felt that this had been broken. Something dark and powerful had stained that home….and it was all his fault.

Jacob steadily marched Brandon forwards, pressing Brandon down the stairs, and past the front foyer and finally the Lion thrust him stumbling and anxious strait into the Livingroom.

There were a million things Brandon could have done at this point of being released from Jacobs control. He could have turned and lashed out at Jacob. He could have started asking questions about Ezekiel and the rest of the Guardians.

 But Brandon couldn’t think or see anything except for the terrifying event unfolding in front of him.

The living room had been turned into a decimated battlefield. Chairs were overturned, broken and smashed to bits. All six of the windows that adorned the three walls had been smashed in as if bashed by bodies or fists. The walls were scored with claw marks, splashed with blood…and various books and bookshelves had been completely destroyed spraying paper and wood all along the borders of the room….and far to the left sitting in two bloody lifeless piles…were Erin and Drin.

Careless of Jacob or anything else Brandon felt his entire frame begin to quake in fear. Barely able to speak Brandon ran over to Erin and dropped down beside her. Erin’s face, her beautiful face was marred with blood and  scrapes and cuts.

The wounds looked as if they had been inflicted by blade and by claws, some of the injuries were long and shallow, while others were ragged and deep. There was a giant gash in her left shoulder, a long deep furrowed cut in her upper arm  was bleeding profusely. Her long fingertips were graced with talons, and she was sprawled across the ground as if she had been knocked down.

Oh my god….oh my god….

“Erin! No….no baby girl…” Brandon called to her as he ripped his shirt up and off of his body, wadded the cloth up and pressed it into the weeping wound on the young Healer. The gush of warm fluids on Brandon’s hands as Erin’s essence soaked his shirt made Brandon want to vomit.

“Erin open your eyes…” With trembling hands and voice Brandon called her name, but she did not respond…..still a part of him quickly realized that she was still breathing. Small shallow breaths raised her chest softly.

She’s alive….but what about the child…?

Wordlessly, heart in a vice Brandon closed his eyes and let a glimmer of the Flame touch his mind….and for one second Brandon felt Erin’s energy…and the energy of her child buzzing beneath his awareness. With a shiver Brandon sobbed as he put a hand on her stomach and continued to sense the small life buzzing beneath his hand.

After a moment Brandon glanced at the body laying a few feet away. Drin laid beside her, looking much worse than his mate. His face was horrible bruised, his clothes were bloody and torn, and his body was covered in open bloody gashes.

The floor and carpet was soaked in blood, a small path of bloody drag marks extended away from Drin’s body, showing that he had crawled across the floor, perhaps in a desperate attempt to make it to Erin’s side, before collapsing.

While on the other side of the room, the blood trail lead to where a giant Ghoul laid gasping, gurgling and twitching against the wall. The Ghoul was brown, with long sharp ears, and thick talons on the tips of its hands….which were sitting lifeless besides it on the floor. The lower half of the Ghouls face had been savagely dislocated and torn completely off of its face. Black spit, blood, and flesh hung in goopy, lazy tendrils. Blood ran freely and the beast’s large chest wheezed one breath in and out…as death slowly claimed its twitching form.

Why had this happened? Where had the Ghoul come from? What had happened at the Meeting!?

With a rage filled exclamation Brandon hung his head and shouted back at the oddly silent Lion. “What did you do!? She’s fucking pregnant! What did you do! They aren’t involved in this!” he screamed into the tense silence.

Silence  followed his sharp words, and for a long time Brandon was sure that he wasn’t going to receive a response…which was fine by him since he was nearly mindless with fear that Ezekiels cousins and their child were dying in front of him.

Still Jacob surprised him by letting out a soothing rumble and replying.  “You got them involved Brandon…not me.”

The utter truth in these words and the disgusting fact that Brandon could somehow still find Jacobs’s voice soothing at a time like this made Brandon clench his teeth and bit back in open fury and frustration.

“I didn’t fucking ask for this shit to happen. I never wanted to hurt anyone!” he shouted as he glared back at Jacob across his shoulder, even as he continued to hold his shirt to Erin’s gashed shoulder.

With a smidge of a chuckle Jacob snarled down at him. “I told you a long time ago, before Nora even died! I told you that if you left that base….lots and lots of people were going to die….” Jacob sighed. “Maybe you should have listened to me Lil One. The power inside of you….is going to change the world!”

Change the world?

What the hell?

Brandon echoed in the confines of his head, shocked by the idea.

“But why?” Brandon whispered as he dropped his head down against Erin’s forehead, and closed his eyes in dejection. “I don’t understand why everything is going this way! What am I Ja? What the fuck am I!?” He nearly demanded an answer even though he was in no position to demand anything. “Why is this power inside of me? What are you and the Alchemists trying to do?”

The room and the space between them swirled with tension….but the sudden arrival of someone else shattered everything. Because Hovel came marching into the room at that exact moment.

There was no greater fear….then lying eyes on his father…in the flesh.

The man was decked out in immaculate flowing robes, stark white like the clouds above. His platinum blond hair was slicked back making the Grand master appear even more sever and sharp, along with his pinched cheeks, glasses, cold blue eyes and swallow body.

Hovel….had always seemed wound tight….like a volcano was brewing in his soul, simply waiting to erupt in boiling death and destruction and malevolence. And yet….all of that boundless fury was sharp….but deftly controlled. Taunt like a guitar string.

 

Still the emotions that boiled freely just beneath the surface would often leak out at unexpected moments….moments where Hovel had been disturbed….or when one small detail was not to his express and domineering liking.

This unexpected moment was happening as Hovel seemed to sweep into the room, past the blood and the destruction and the dead Ghoul and the injured Shifters, to take his place before Jacob.

But Hovel didn’t spare the Lion a word….or even acknowledge Brandon….because the Grand Master was scrubbing furiously at  the cuff of his right arm. Fresh blood stains marred his otherwise meticulous white attire and with a hint of rage Hovel was scrubbing at the stain with a silken hanker-chief.

“That stupid she-bitch got blood on my robes!” Hovel seemed to bemoan as he suddenly tossed his handkerchief to the ground, pressed his glasses up on top of his nose and shot Jacob a cold glare.  “I should have gutted the whore.”

A physical shutter of pure animosity traveled all along Brandon’s every nerve ending as he beheld his father for the first time in three years and listened to his foul words.

Feeling Erin’s blood soaking his hands, and her bloody face swimming before him had Brandon slammed one of his bloody fists into the carpet and in a near frothing scream he said.

 “You! You hurt Erin!” He shouted at the Alchemist. “Where are the rest of them!? What did you do to Ezekiel and his family!? I’m telling you If you’ve done anything to them you crazy motherfucker…Ill kill you!”

Obviously there was no love lost between him and the man that was his father, still it galled Brandon when the Alchemists not only ignored his questions and his threats, but Hovel barely cast Brandon his eyes

There were no words to describe the utter disinterest that the Grand Master took in Brandon’s passionate words. Simply casting Brandon a cold wordless sneer Hovel scoffed and spoke to Jacob, his emotionless tone cutting across Brandon’s words and overshadowing the rest of his sentence completely.

 “Enough Jacob!” Hovel called, looking over Brandon’s head as if he were a child. “We do not have time for this….gather the boy and let’s move out. “

Hovel Stopped, paused and glanced down at Erin and Drin who were still dead to the world. “I’ll clean up these two abominations.” Hovel nearly purred as he turned his eyes down at the mates and with no care for the fact that they were injured, the Grand Master reached out his foot and used the edge of his shoe to lightly kick at Drin as if he were trash.

With an impotent sound of outrage Brandon shot up to his feet and lunged at his father. Unfortunately Seconds before he could lay a finger on him, Jacob had managed to grab Brandon’s wrists and non to gently wreath them up and behind his back, effectively stopping Brandon in his tracks as pain zinged across his shoulder joints making him yelp.

“Get the fuck away from them you manic!” Brandon shouted at the man, seething and struggling to wreath his arms out of Jacobs hold. He glared at the Grand Master with open blood lust and hostility. “Leave the Leopards alone! You got what you came for…!”

Faster than Brandon could blink Hovel back handed him. The clap of his hand against Brandon’s flesh was like being kissed in the mouth with a brick.

 Pain and a well of blood filled Brandon’s mouth, as the Grand master hit him so savagely and suddenly that his jaw cracked and his center of gravity shifted. Choking on a gob of fresh blood Brandon struggled to get his baring and hold his feet as Hovel calmly started to speak at him.

“I will do as I please to these worthless beasts.” Hovel slowly articulated, his eyes were narrowed and his face was flushed as if the act of inflicting pain had brought him some hidden amount of pleasure. With a grimace that Brandon almost felt nauseous looking at Hovel steeped into Brandon’s face, captured his eyes and sharply said.

 “Perhaps next time you won’t kill my men and run off? This will be good for you, boy.  To watch them die. Perhaps Ill even bring them with us back to the base….” Hovel slowly inched forwards. His breath was cold and scentless as though the man were filled with an empty cavern. “…You can have them for a snack later.”

A sick not of utter disgust and denial touched Brandon’s heart at his intense threat. “No!”

Brandon surged forward, fully aware of the strain that this would put on his shoulders, but the sudden move caused Jacob to step closer and he used that one second of error to strike.

This can’t happen…..I can’t let him kill them. I can’t.

And with these desperate words, churning into violent and senseless emotions, Brandon reached out to the Flame. He clawed at the power hidden within and he let it pour out of his soul. The same power that normally danced stubbornly just beyond his grasp….and this time… by some small grace or mercy or sheer determination Brandon took hold of the Flame.

 Like a fire fed gasoline, the energy inside, the heat, the power, flooded his system. The bliss of it was nearly painful…and the hunger was a ragging beast that lit up his skin with white strange light.

And with his arms and hands glowing an unholy white and tingling with voracious power Brandon brought up his leg and slammed it back into Jacobs’s right knee.

Brandon felt Jacobs’s bones crumple, and as Jacob stumbled to the side, put off balance and no doubt in agony, Brandon spun counter-clockwise, and brought a jaw shattering elbow to rest at Jacobs face. Meat and something soft at Jacobs’s temple moved and with a roar Jacobs face screwed up in pain and shock.

Brandon didn’t feel anything in those moments….but pure energy.

It burned. IT healed. IT took his breath away. It hurt as it always did to feel the bottomless chasm of fire crackling throughout his system. Wild, hungry, and Greedy. Yet as unhurried as a drop of rain across glass. Every part of him surrendered to it, because in that moment he couldn’t fight it. He couldn’t loathe it. He couldn’t lock it down.

 In that moment it was all he had….and perhaps he was all it wanted. Energy bound through his veins and fingertips, so much that he felt he was floating, small discharges of bright whte light crawled across his fingers and down his body like little electrical worms running out into the world then dissipating into the atmosphere around him. 

Every essence around him Brandon became aware of all at once. Jacob and Hovel and the Ghoul, Erin and Drin and the baby. Brandon even felt the dwindling life that still stuck to the dried out flowers resting out in the hallways by the front door more then ten feet away.

In seconds he knew so much. Too much. It was overwhelming. It was terrifying. It was everything. It was the flame. It was the flames every feeling and want. It was the flames insatiable hunger turned outwards for the second time…in years.  And Brandon could only pray that it remained locked within his flesh, dancing at his fingertips.

Firmly beneath his flesh….and that the flame didn’t rush out and burn the entire house alive. Because just as he knew exactly where Hovel was without looking and he heard Erin’s heart beat in the back of his head.

Brandon knew that he also wanted to eat all of them alive. He would enjoy nothing more. He could taste the energy burning at the tips of his awareness.

A feast surrounded him.

But beyond the hunger that called to him, was the anger and the hatred and the pure joy of feeling flesh and bone breaking. Jacobs bones breaking.

Brandon didn’t know how he did what he did, or how the energy inside of him worked, but he used it as he had before. To make him faster and stronger. And on pure instinct, instinct that had kept him alive, he took apart his friend with a surgical precession that left little to mercy.

Brandon slammed a second and third fist into Jacobs face and body, bearing down on him, with a power and speed that Brandon never should have possessed. In those seconds everything boiled down to putting Jacob out of commission.

But like the seasoned fighter that he was, Jacob took each of the crippling blows in stride, only stumbling back further, but not falling to the ground. Instead Brandon could sense Jacobs’s body tightening, his fists beginning to close, as he prepared to attack.

Jacob stepped into the next blow that would have crumpled a lesser Shifters lungs, and he geared up to strike. In a few moves he would subdue Brandon. Brandon may have been energized by the Flame….perhaps he was stronger and faster with it boiling in his veins like a parasitic poison, but….Brandon was still only a mortal man. The strength of a beast would almost always be more then he could handle in a straight hand to hand battle.

 But Brandon wasn’t done yet, nor did he plan to give Jacob the chance to regroup.  With a calm and fluidity afforded to him, by the sheer fountain of energy pouring out of his soul and into his every never ending, Brandon steeped into Jacobs space and before Jacob could counter or catch his balance Brandon slammed his palm strait into his lower throat.

 Jacob gagged on his newly collapsed windpipe, bright red blood danced on his lips and fangs as he coughed and fell back, bright white arcs of light fled across Brandon’s skin, and danced over Jacobs’s neck, chest, and arms. With another step Brandon slammed his leg deep into Jacobs gut. Finally Jacob fell as his entire sternum gave beneath Brandon’s foot and Jacob slammed back into the wooden floor.

It had all taken less than ten seconds….and in that time Hovel hit Brandon from the side, just as Jacobs’s body hit the ground.

Long fingers swirling with black power tore into Brandon’s shoulder and down his back like blades, but Brandon didn’t acknowledge that pain. He had suffered worse. In fact Brandon steeped back into his father, using the pain to pin point the Grand Masters exact location behind him.

Brandon lashed out with his elbow as he turned towards his father and with a scream he went at the Grand Master. White lights swirling around his body…and death in his heart.

 


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