by Paula Mabbel
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Sam tried to ignore what his brain knew. He tried to ignore the fact that George and he had bonded to such a deep level in such a short time. He’d heard about things like this though. He’d heard about people who fell for their captors. He’d just never really understood it before. Not that he even really understood it now that it was happening. His only comfort was the knowledge that sometimes magical beings couldn’t help it. Sometimes their magic mixed so well that a bond formed without either of them having any say it in.
He watched George walk cautiously into the hallway that led on from the white door, before he followed him out into the large space. The hallway wasn’t white like Sam had been expecting it to be. Instead, it was covered in aging brown wallpaper that was peeling down from the corners of the tall walls. “What is this place?” Sam asked, as he caught up with George who’d turned a corner quickly and without notice.
“It’s an old town house that my brother found. We’ve been squatting here for years,” George explained quietly. He walked another few feet down the hallway and then he stopped outside another large white door. “We converted some of the rooms, when we realized what our quest needed of us,” he explained, as he pulled out his ring of keys and placed one of them into the locking system.
The familiar sound the locks being undone started to play through the hallway. Sam stood back from the door. He wasn’t sure what to expect. He watched as George pushed he door open. The room looked the safe as the one he’d been in, except it was his sister that was tied down to the bed.
Sam walked into the room quickly. His mind was blank of all thoughts. His brain was only able to process what his eyes were showing him. It was his sister. He could tell from her long red hair and pretty little features, but she looked different. She looked wild. “Lucy?” He managed to say quietly, even though his mind felt blank.
“Sam, we’ve got to kill them,” Lucy said frantically, as her eyes focused in on her brother. “We need to kill them all brother. We have to purify the earth. We have to get rid of all the dirty blood,” she ranted on in a deranged kind of way.
“I thought you said that she was okay?” Sam asked, as he turned quickly to George who was pushing himself up against the wall of the room.
“She is, she’s just messed up with all the drugs,” George tried to explain.
“What have you done to her?” Sam demanded to know.
“I promise you she will be fine,” George said frantically. “She just needs a few hours off the drugs to come around. She’s dazed and confused right now.”
“Will she be safe to take back to the woodland?”
“Not in the state she’s in, she’s going to need some time to come round,” George explained.
“Okay, we need to get out of here. Give me the keys, so that I can free her,” Sam said, as he reached over to George. He felt the cold hit of metal on his skin, as George passed him the key and he walked over to his sister, so that he could free her. “Don’t worry Lucy; everything is going to be fine. We’re going to get you through this,” he whispered, as he pulled the straps away from her wrists and tried to ignore the dirty purple bruising that he could see. “How do we get out?” He asked, as he turned his attention back to George.
“We need to go this way,” George said, as he exited the room and started to walk down the hallway quickly.
Sam followed him with Lucy thrown over his shoulder. He could feel her struggling under his grasp, but in her drugged up state she was weak and he was easily able to contain her. They all stopped in front of a door that had a small crack from which daylight was breaking through.
“I don’t have the key for this one,” George said, as he looked around the hallway. “My brother keeps it.”
“Then we must go and find your brother,” Sam said, as he put Lucy gently down on the ground next to the door.
“He will be in the office,” George said, but he didn’t move.
“Are you not going to come with me?” Sam asked him.
“I think someone should keep watch over your sister,” George said, as he tried to make himself sound less scared and more thoughtful than he really was.
“Okay, where is the office then?” Sam asked him because he wasn’t going to push George into watching his brother die.
“It’s that way,” George said, as he pointed back down the hallway and gestured for Sam to take a right.
Sam didn’t say anything he just nodded and turned on his heels. He could feel great waves of anxiety washing over him, as he approached the door to the office. He could hear George’s brother moving around in the room. He softened his footsteps, so that he wouldn’t be heard, as he pushed the door open. “I’m going to give you a choice,” Sam said, before George’s brother had a chance to react. “You can either stop all of this now or I’m going to have to kill you.”
“You think that you can kill me? Do you have any idea of who I am or even what I am?” George’s brother almost crowed at Sam.
“I know who you are and I know what you did, and so does your brother.”
“You know nothing,” George’s brother exploded in a fit of rage.
Sam could see what was happening. He could see the bones starting to shift under the guy’s skin, as he started to transform. Sam didn’t waste any time. He’d been waiting too long for an excuse to spread his wings and now it was his chance. He closed his eyes and felt as his body started to change from the inside. He could feel himself growing bigger. He could feel his breath getting hotter as flames erupted from his mouth.
He opened his eyes and found himself staring at a panther. He would have laughed if he’d have been able to. He looked down at the wild cat, which had been George’s brother. He could feel himself getting torn as to what to do. He knew there was only one real choice. He knew he had to destroy the brother, before the brother had a chance to destroy everything in the world that was magical, but that didn’t take away from the fact that it would mean that Sam had to take a life.
He looked down at the cat and then he closed his eyes. He didn’t want to watch. He opened his mouth and let the hot flames flicker off the end of his tongue. The smell of burning meat told him that his job was done and he slowly started to shrink, until he was standing back on his two human form legs.
He found the set of keys in a drawer that was pushed up against the back wall of the office. He could hear the structure of the building starting to groan loudly from the pressure that his huge form had put on it. He rushed out of the room and back to his sister and George who were still waiting for him in the hallway. “It is done,” Sam said, with a quick nod of his head.
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They stopped at a quiet motel, so that Lucy could sleep of the drugs. George had explained that a night away from them should be enough, but she was unsafe until then to be around anybody but her brother. Sam made sure that Lucy was resting comfortable before he found his anxious feet taking him to the room next door.
He knocked once and found that George answered almost straight away. “I’m sorry that I’ve come over so late,” Sam said as he walked into the darkened room. “It’s just, I don’t know. I mean you felt it too right? We’ve bonded.”
“I felt it,” George nodded.
“Then it’s okay if I do this,” Sam said, as he strode over and kissed George roughly. He felt George pulling away from his kiss at first, but then he could feel George kissing him back with a hunger that couldn’t be denied by either of them.
Sam didn’t waste any time. He pulled away George’s shirt and pulled his lips across his tight chest and defined abs, before his tongue reached the line of his jeans. He let his eyes linger up, so that they would meet George’s in the darkness, as his hands pulled down the zipper of George’s jeans.
He slid George’s jeans down, so that they were at his ankles and then he brought his face over to the hardness that was throbbing with anticipation. He opened his mouth and took it all in. He could feel the heat burning of
f George as he slid his tongue down his hard shaft. He could hear George’s breathing starting to get heavy, as Sam picked his pace.
He let George get almost all the way there. He could hear his frantic heartbeat, as he tried to calm himself down. Sam pulled away from George’s dick and turned him around. He quickly unfastened his own pants, before he bent George over the small table and started to fuck him hard. He could feel all the stress from the last few days pouring away, as his whole body tingled with satisfaction.
*******
The bright summer’s sun was filling the sky when Sam finally opened his eyes. He’d fallen asleep beside George, but he was nowhere to be seen. Sam sat up and looked around the room, but George’s clothes were gone. He pushed himself out of bed and walked over to the small, dirty window that looked out into what George had called the parking lot. There was nothing to be seen and he returned his eyes back to the room to find a small piece of paper on the table.
He read the small and almost illegible handwriting. It was from George. He had left during the night. Sam put the paper down on the table and considered going after him, but his gut told him that it would be the wrong thing to do. George had decided to go out into the world alone and bringing someone back with him that he had bonded with would only cause complications between Sam and his wife.
He sighed as he realized that he would probably never see George again and then he went to go check on his sister. She was up and she looked more alert than she had the night before. She smiled when Sam walked into the room and he smiled back at her in relief when he saw the crazed look had left her eyes. “I think I’m ready to go home brother,” his sister said, as she stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to him.
“Then I think it’s about time that we went back,” Sam said as he realized that he was actually looking forward to going back to the woodland.
“Do you think that this will mean that we can live among the humans now?” Lucy asked, as they walked slowly away from the motel.
“I doubt it,” Sam answered honestly, “but I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing anyway.”
*****
THE END
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His Very Own Omega
Southside orphanage wasn’t in any town or city. It had been purposely built to house troubled children, miles away from anyone or anything, so that those kids wouldn’t have anywhere to run. It was surrounded by more than ten miles of savage woodland, which would over the years become a sanctuary to the children who would look to it to hide from the nightmares that stalked them in their waking hours.
The building itself was relatively new when Toby was sent there, but when he arrived he noticed that the dark purple paint was already peeling and the floor creaked and moaned with every footstep he took. Toby was only ten when he arrived at Southside. He was alone and scared. The house looked like something out of a horror movie. He was certain that escape was impossible, and that was his special skill. He was known as the runaway boy because no home had ever been able to keep him locked down, but Southside had a heavy air that seemed to cling to his skin. It felt like he was always being watched.
There were some rough homes in the system, Toby could vouch for that. In his short life he’d moved seventeen times. He’d been to homes where the staff spent all the funding on liquor for themselves. He’d been to homes were the toughest kid would take all. None of them compared to Southside, though. Southside was on a totally new level. Southside was the kind of place you heard about in scary stories that were being told around a campfire. It wasn’t the kind of place that was really meant to exist.
For the first time in his life, Toby actually tried to stay out of trouble. He’d seen too many merciless beatings and disappearing boys. It didn’t always work, though, and his back had steadily grown an impressive map of scars, which marked out his misdemeanors. It wasn’t until he turned fifteen, though, that he really experienced the suffering that Southside offered.
It had all happened so quickly, but the punishment had lasted weeks. He’d been eating breakfast one morning, keeping to himself, as he always did. A new kid had arrived the week before and hadn’t quite accepted the crippling authority that he had to live under. Toby had noticed him straight away, though, because of his glowing orange eyes. Toby’s were the same, but he’d never seen another person with eyes like his before, and there was a deeply imbedded lure to find out more.
The boy had started to kick off. The staff had been on him in seconds. They beat him. They beat him with anything in reach, as though he was a threat to their lives. He could see the boy in between their legs. He was curled up into a tight little ball, his face was swollen and pools of deep red ooze were pouring away from him. The three over-built members of staff were going to kill him. Toby could feel the life draining out of the boy as the air grew heavier.
He stood up. He had to do something. He couldn’t just watch the boy die in front of him. He heard his voice, as though it was coming from somebody else. “Stop, you’re killing him!”
“What did you say, boy?” One of the men turned and looked at Toby. His eyes were full of rage, red-hot rage that burned into Toby’s soul and made him fear that the timer for his life was quickly running out.
It didn’t matter though. It didn’t matter that Toby could feel his heart beating frantically in his chest. It didn’t matter that the man standing in front of him had murder in his eyes. All that mattered was that he’d managed to pull one of them off of the boy. “You can’t keep doing this to us.” Toby’s voice was shaky as he spoke, but he held his head up high, so that at least he was facing his fear.
“You should have kept your mouth shut, boy.”
The three men left the quivering and badly beaten younger boy on the floor as they came at Toby. He quickly glanced around the room. He was hoping that an escape route would show itself to him, but he’d checked the room out far too many times for any true hope. The three men grabbed him and pulled him out of the room. He felt a sharp pain to the side of his head and then everything went black. It stayed black, a comfortable blackness that held nothing within it. For what seemed like an endless moment he was safe, and then cold. Everything went cold.
Toby’s eyes flew open and he found his clothes sticking to his body with wet. The man who had turned and spoken to him in the dining hall was standing in front of him. He was smiling cruelly. His beady green eyes were glowing with a sick sense of pleasure. “You’re going to regret ever opening your mouth, boy,” he said gruffly as he started to bring his fists into Toby’s stomach.
Toby passed out and woke up more times than he could count. He didn’t even know how long he’d been in the dark, dank room that they’d locked him in. He was sure, though, that it had been much longer than a day. He’d tried to remember the position of the sun whenever he came around or was close to being knocked out, so that he could at least have a sense of how much time had passed, but his brain was growing foggy.
His entire body ached. His shirt was stuck to his back in clumps of scabs that had come from the beltings. He could barely move. He was certain he was going to die. He was almost happy to accept his fate at this point. He didn’t want to go on. He didn’t want to have to suffer anymore. He could hear a strange crackling noise raging in his ears, but he was sure that it was just blood.
The heavy door opened, and his heart sank as he realized that more pain was about to be inflicted. Footsteps got closer, but Toby didn’t turn around to face his attacker. He couldn’t.
“I need you to get up. We don’t have much time,” a young boy’s voice said, as arms reached underneath Toby’s body and forced him to move.
*******
10 Years later
Winter in New York is often a romanticized thing, but Jenson couldn’t understand where that concept had first been born. New York to him was a cold and merciless place. The homeless sat outside freezing. The trees seemed to die. The people became ruder as they pushed past in a desperate attempt to escape the cold. Winter in New York was often a romanticized thing, but to Jenson it was nothing more than the cruelest time of year.
He was happy, though, at least that finally enough time had passed for him to return. Ten years had gone by, in fact, since the night of the fire at Southside, more than enough time to assume that anybody who had worked on the night of the fire would have long since moved on. Jenson had heard that Southside orphanage had been totally rebuilt. An exposé had revealed the true horrors of what was actually happening there when the fire had killed almost all of the staff, leaving the children free to actually tell the truth.
Jenson didn’t need to speak to anybody who had been there, though. He just needed to look in the records. He’d gone to Southside in search of his brother. He’d thought at first that he’d found him, when a boy with blazing orange eyes had stepped up to defend Jenson, but he’d been wrong. That boy had magic, that much was certain, but he wasn’t a full shifter.
Jenson was sure that his older brother Jacob had stayed at Southside, though. He’d seen proof of his transfer papers. If it hadn’t been for the fire, he would have searched the records when he’d been there as a child. He couldn’t have left Toby to his fate, though. He couldn’t leave Toby to die when he’d stood up and defended Jenson. That wouldn’t have been right.