BLOOD TIES CHP 4
#5 of BLOOD TIES
©® KAYCEE** Pseudonym 2012 (real initials TF; Publication held in electronic/hardcopy copyright by TF) Seattle, WA
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"Any change?" Dustin asked walking into the darkened bedroom of his apartment.
Eli shook his head, "Nothing." The lycan rose to his feet and stretched. "I put a cold compress on him about half hour ago. His fever was about 102 for a bit but then faded. Chance stopped by an hour ago to check him over but everything else seemed to be fine. We know his fangs dropped yesterday but they are about one half the length of yours; still workable."
"He had a fit while Chance was here and thrashed a bit. We noticed his vampire features outlined but not as tell-tale either," he paused looking at the kid, "It's been four days now Dus. I've never seen a change take this long. Have you?"
Dustin pulled the wolf's naked body to him, "No, but I have faith that he'll be alright babe." They walked out to the living room to figure out about dinner.
"I know you might not feel like eating but we should," the lycan stated moving towards the kitchen.
Dustin sighed, "Yeah, anything babe."
Eli opened the fridge and decided to make the steaks he had thawed earlier just in case.
He was busy in the kitchen with the music blaring while Dustin was on the patio, overlooking the city, grilling the steaks. Suddenly, his lycan hearing picked up sounds coming from the hallway. He shut off the music when he heard "UGH!" and saw Tristan collapse in the living room.
"TRISTAN!" the wolf yelled and leapt over the kitchen counter towards the prone young man.
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I kept dreaming about all these people. I saw that man come into the bathroom, try to look at my dick and then, then... FUCK! He bit me! The mother-fucker bit me! I couldn't fight him off. He was latched on to my neck too tight. I had the feeling that I was going to die. "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"
My eyes flew open. I was in a darkened room, comfortable, and lay on a plush king size bed. It took a lot of strength but I forced myself to sit up. Staring around, I tried to get my bearings. Something cold and wet dropped on my balls, "AH!" It was a wet cloth, "Where the fuck am I?" I breathed.
"UGH!" the room was too dark and I moved the curtain slightly letting the late afternoon sun inside, "FUCK THAT'S BRIGHT!" I had to shield my eyes. "I need my Oakley's."
"Where the fuck are my clothes?" as I looked around the room. Nothing. I finally saw a large towel beside the bed and wrapped it around my waist, "I need to find out where the fuck I am," mumbling to myself.
Unsteadily, I made my way to the door... "Oh!" My nose caught a whiff of steak. Holy fuck but that smelled good! My stomach rumbled, "Damn, I'm really hungry. I feel like I haven't eaten days."
"Still," thinking aloud, "I need to get home." A sharp pain crossed my stomach making me double over. I felt dizzy and stumbled towards the door and forced it open. The pains in my stomach increased as I pressed on, my hand against the darkened hall wall and the other holding my side, deep breathing in hopes to make the pain soften. It did slightly and allowed me to see if I could find a light switch.
My eyes twisted and focused. The felt like they had quickly adjusted to the near dark. Although I could see light emanating from down the long hallway, it was darker at the far end where I stood breathing deep. My eyes redoubled their efforts. If I could have viewed them in the mirror I would have seen the change in them. Even in the pale shadows of the hallway, it looked brighter... almost as if, a light switch had been clicked.
Making my way down the hall, I stumbled into a living area. It brightened immensely in the late afternoon sun. I had to shield my eyes, "UGH!" The pain in my stomach intensified as I dropped to my knees.
"TRISTAN!" I heard loudly in my ears. The voice was familiar.
"DUSTIN!" the voice yelled out harder, "GET IN HERE! HE'S AWAKE!"
Strong arms surrounded me and lifted me off the floor and onto what felt like a couch. My head rested in a soft, yet extremely strong lap. I could feel muscles shift under my neck and head. "Bare skin..." I thought.
Fingers swept the hair out of my eyes as a soft, familiar masculine voice called my name, "Tristan... Tristan... Come on bud... open your eyes and look at me." I tried to open them but the brightness of the afternoon sun forced me to clamp them shut again, "Too bright."
I heard a quick swish of fabric as the room darkened, "There! Now, come on and try to open your eyes for me." Slowly, ever so slowly, I forced myself to peek through slits and attempt to focus. Another hand smoothed my hair down, this one feeling much larger and rougher.
"Good Boy!" the other voice said. Fuzzy at first, my vision began to clear.
Dark hair came into view at first, then the eyes... soft and yet strong, familiar in their blue/green colour then they shimmered taking on a golden hue. "Dustin?" I asked quizzically. He nodded.
I tilted my head upward towards the person holding me in his lap, "You? Bartender?" looking at him quizzically. He nodded; green eyes smiling, "Eli. I'm Dustin's partner." A pain crossed my stomach again and I winced.
Dustin grabbed my hand, he pulled while Eli pushed and sat me up on the couch. By then I was naked since the towel had caught and slipped to the floor; but somehow I didn't care. Dustin grabbed my hand, "You need to drink this, and quickly," urgency filling his voice.
I brought it to my mouth hoping it was medication to take the pain away. It was dark red and rather thick. I sniffed it. "I wouldn't do th..." Eli started to get out past his lips.
I pushed it back. "UGH! What the hell is this?"
"Blood..." Dustin said with a slightly sad smile.