Tales of a Shifter- BROKEN BONDS (Part 2)

Tales of a Shifter- BROKEN BONDS (Part 2)

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

They met in the darkness. Brandon a mortal. Ezekiel a Shifter. Their meeting will be the first dominoes in an epic saga that branches through not only time, but blood as well. Broken bonds will come too light. The shadows of this world will be forced into the light. And trapped beneath the cogs of fate will be Brandon and Ezekiel. Two beings that were never supposed to meet. PART ONE - The MEETING (CH 1-98) PART TWO- THE CLAN CELEBRATION (CH 18-75) Brandon and Ezekiel had a difficult meeting. Their interactions with each other hampered by personal demons, family members....and their undeniable attraction to one another. Still virtual strangers both the Mortal and the Shifter make an attempt to ignore the undeniable. And yet they still find themselves fighting a physical and emotional connection that is all consuming. Brandon fights it because he fears himself. Ezekiel fights it because Brandon fight him. But fighting their mutual attraction is hard for Brandon to do this when he is already fighting a terrible power within. Something malevolent. Something hungry. And as Brandon's days with the Shifters lengthen and shorten....a sudden attack on the Clan will uncover many hidden things. All while Ezekiel, who finds himself more and more curious about the mortal, struggles to understand Brandon's mysterious past....and dark secrets. Secrets that Ezekiel knows are leading to disaster... So as the Clan Celebration begins....What will be the final outcome?

Summary

They met in the darkness. Brandon a mortal. Ezekiel a Shifter.

Their meeting will be the first dominoes in an epic saga that branches through not only time, but blood as well. Broken bonds will come too light. The shadows of this world will be forced into the light. And trapped beneath the cogs of fate will be Brandon and Ezekiel. Two beings that were never supposed to meet.

PART ONE - The MEETING (CH 1-98)

PART TWO- THE CLAN CELEBRATION (CH 18-75)

Brandon and Ezekiel had a difficult meeting. Their interactions with each other hampered by personal demons, family members....and their undeniable attraction to one another. Still virtual strangers both the Mortal and the Shifter make an attempt to ignore the undeniable. And yet they still find themselves fighting a physical and emotional connection that is all consuming.

Brandon fights it because he fears himself.
Ezekiel fights it because Brandon fight him.

But fighting their mutual attraction is hard for Brandon to do this when he is already fighting a terrible power within. Something malevolent. Something hungry.

And as Brandon's days with the Shifters lengthen and shorten....a sudden attack on the Clan will uncover many hidden things.

All while Ezekiel, who finds himself more and more curious about the mortal, struggles to understand Brandon's mysterious past....and dark secrets. Secrets that Ezekiel knows are leading to disaster...

So as the Clan Celebration begins....What will be the final outcome?

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Submitted: January 31, 2016

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Submitted: January 31, 2016

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Was it you that kept me wandering….though this life?

When you knew that I was always by your side.

-Sheryl Crow (Always on your Side)

 

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That sound of the knife hitting the tub shattered across Ezekiels ears like a gun shot. He winced and closed his eyes as it bit into his ear…unrealistically amplified by the dream and when Ezekiel opened his eyes again, the blood was gone. The blade was gone.

There was just Brandon…sitting in the boiling water, steam all around…Brandon’s head hidden in his knees, his dirty blond hair plastered to his head.

Ezekiel’s heart….was racing. He took a moment to swallow the dread of a moment before and fought to remind himself that he was in fact only dreaming…

This fact was further emphasized when Ezekiel, who finally did overcome the panic and dread of a few moments before, tried to reach into the tub and touch him his glance off of him. Ezekiel found in the next few seconds of trial and error that he couldn’t grab him or shift Brandon from the tub. He just sat there burning.

Unable to move him….Ezekiel diverted to trying to capture Brandon’s attention once more. “Brandon look at me…Brandon….” He called and still he got nothing. Frustrated and anxious Ezekiel shouted at him. “Why are you sitting here….Can you hear me?!”

Suddenly on the edge of the tub, between them sat a blade. A long blade. It appeared out of nowhere as things often did in dreams….but when he saw it Ezekiel felt a queasy punch in his stomach.

Oh no

He thought and starting to get a horrible inkling of exactly what was going to happen next Ezekiel reached out and tried to take the blade up and away before Brandon could see it….

To his detriment his hand passed right through the blade as if it were water. He tried again only to arrive at the same conclusion. There was nothing he could do about the blade. So once more with no other option Ezekiel once more turned his attention to Brandon. But nothing he said seemed to penetrate….nothing he said made Brandon stop looking so lost and agonized.

“Get up….Brandon get up….” He said, but it was like talking to a wall IT was frustrating and frightening, because as every second passed Ezekiel felt like he was running out of time.

“Maybe I should kill myself?” Brandon suddenly murmured to himself. It was the only thing he had said since the dream had begun and the words sent a chill down Ezekiel’s spine.  Nonchalant. So serious.

And suddenly and completely oblivious to Ezekiel’s attempts to grab the blade. Instead he reached up out of the hot water and easily he picked up the blade.  It was long and it gleamed as he turned it this way….then that way in his left hand. His black rimmed green eyes analyzing the tool. There was no light in his mint green eyes, no fire…no life.

“Stop it!” Ezekiel snarled and because he didn’t know what else to do; he couldn’t grab the blade and he couldn’t make Brandon see him. Ezekiel knew it was nothing but a dream…but still Ezekiel couldn’t watch anymore. Couldn’t watch it all over again.

 Sure that he would fail and have to watch the rest of the nightmare unfold Ezekiel reached out and grabbed Brandon and kissed him. Urging, screaming at Brandon with his touch.

To his surprise and shock the feeling of skin came to him. The weight of a face in Ezekiel’s hands. The movement and the yielding of a mouth against his own. The kiss wasn’t anything short of harsh and direct on Ezekiel’s side. Mixed with anger and concern… and the hidden want of the waking world. The kisses melted togeather. First one then many….it was sweet…and dark and Ezekiel feared to let it end. Feared to let the bliss end and the nightmare continue so he kept on, hoping to change the dream. To fix this broken image of Brandon that he didn’t understand. A horrible image that he wanted to destroy because he couldn’t tolerate the idea of death and the mortal in the same place.

 

The Brandon of his dream…kissed him back. Just as desperate. Just a dark in his imagined want…just as relentless. Ezekiel wanted to moan as he tiled Brandon’s head back, and felt the kisses go even deeper. He felt the heat his soft lips, tasted each damp caress….the panting, the….

Something hit him hard. Ezekiel’s came up from his dreams far too muggy and confused to react.

Ezekiel shouted in surprise as a boot collided with his arm a second time and shoved him to the side. Ezekiel hit the forest floor and groaned as he was taken away from his inner warmth and ripped into reality.

“Hey…sorry ass!” Lander snarled standing over him sneering. Green eyes flashing in the dim light that shown in from the canopy above. “You’re supposed to be on watch, Ezekiel!”

“Fuck you…” Ezekiel’s said sitting up slowly, then feeling the throb in his arm Ezekiel snarled and stood up. “Son of a…” He shoved his brother with a snarl of fury as his mind finally came up out of its sleep. “Did you just kick me!?” Ezekiel asked.

Lander shoved him back without an answer and just like that Ezekiel felt the rush of nail’s and teeth…and the easy rage….but…

“Hey you two!” Mantilo suddenly growled from across the fire. Their father was laid back against a tree, his led out before him as Ezekiel had been sitting only moments before. He had one eyes open…it was glowing with a stern anger. “Be silent!! You’re going to scare off our prey. And Ezekiel your brother is right, boy get up….you had first watch for this patrol….Now do your job!”

Ezekiel hissed at his brother, turned and walked over to the fire and dropped into the straw of the pine needles.  He glanced around the fire spotting all of his brothers and his father, sleeping in the small relatively flat area, in the middle of the forest about twelve miles away from their mansion. He focused on the thing that they were hunting. He focused on the missing Shifter Billy. He focused on chill in the night air.  He focused on the crackled of pine needles and the dance of the flames and not on the fact that he wanted to strangle his brother Lander for kicking him….and for waking him up.

And most of all he tried not to think of Brandon…because if he did….he would end up wanting to check on him…to see him. And if the dream was somehow a reality…he would want to stop him.


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