Scarred

Butch

-I woke up not to the warm comfort of soft sheets or even the feel of the leather couch. For a moment I thought that I had downed all the Lag and passed out on the bathroom floor. The surface was hard and unwelcoming. I blinked open blurry eyes and still couldn’t make any sense of my surroundings. Maybe Death had finally punched my ticket. Everything around me was eerily bright and devoid of real color. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up, running an internal diagnostic in search of the foul stench of the lesser. But I hadn’t been out hunting in awhile now, much too long for my tastes truth be told. I was sitting on flagstones next to a fountain. Turning my head I saw structures that must have come straight from Greece minus the general decay of the ruins in that area of the world.- Yep, must be a dream. -‘I assure you it is not a dream, warrior.’ I damn near pissed myself at the voice coming from behind me. Granted I hadn’t had much contact with the Scribe Virgin but that voice was unmistakable. My head made a slow turn and I wished to God I hadn’t. She oozed anger with such force that it almost knocked me backward. Too bad I wasn’t dead after all. Anything seemed preferable to this. Course maybe that’s why I was here. Suck it up man, you can take this shit. Somewhere in the back of my mind, everything that she had done to Vishous poured forth like a floodgate had been opened. Two could play the angry card. I had no illusions that I would come out on top of this battle but I refused to go down without a fight. I found my way to my feet and barely managed to hold myself in place. Everything in me wanted to close my hands around her neck and squeeze. MINE! My bonding scent damn near exploded from me, expressing my opinion loud and clear despite my silence. Not a smart move, I know, but there was no stopping it from happening. She had already taken my Hellren from me once before and now it seemed she was trying the other half of the card. How I managed to remain still is beyond me. I could sense the hint of amusement from her. ‘Yours?! You dare to claim MY son?!’ White light exploded from her and this time I did hit the bricks. Hard. My head bounced off the stone with a resounded crack and I swear I saw the cartoon tweety birds swirling around me. She advanced closer to me and I instinctively scooted my ass away. ‘You disregarded hundreds of years worth of tradition and carved your names into each others backs against my express wishes. And you dare to call him Hellren?’ Yeah, okay. I kind of thought that one would come and bite me in the ass someday. Did I regret it now? That was a big fat, NO. I stood back up and squared my shoulders, ready for whatever came next.- I am his and he is mine. -My voice was low but I know she heard it. I could argue with her until I was blue in the face but I was sure that would lead me no where fast. All of my normal snide remarks died in my throat and I simply stood there… waiting. She suddenly cooled down. The light she had been emitting darkened some and a strange calm settled. If being around Vishous had taught me anything it was that this calm anger was by far the worst. No cause for celebration. Quite the opposite in fact. She paced back and forth a few times before finally speaking. ‘You know next to nothing about my son. Let me show you his crimes and see if still desire to be mated with such a Male.’ She moved past me with not even a whisper of fabric, as if the very air parted before her. It was clear that I should follow her but my feet refused to move. I twisted my head to see her gliding toward one of the buildings. My mind tumbled through possible scenarios. Debating on whether I did actually want to know what Vishous had done in the past. I knew how fucked up his life had been at the hands of his parents and I was sure that there were many things that were better left unknown. In the end, I didn’t have any choice in the matter. What I can only describe as a powerful gust of wind pushed me forward. Forcing my feet to get with the program or I would fall flat on my face. I knew that there was very little that I could do to protest in the face of a goddess but everything in me wanted to rebel in any manner I could possibly muster. A resolve settled deep inside me that no matter what she had to show me it would not make a difference. My back straightened like a steel rod and I followed her into a building that was lined with books. She floated to a shelf and pointed a finger to a particular book. ‘Open it.’ My eyes flicked to the book and I suddenly wished that I had V’s fiery hand so that I could incinerate the thing instead of do what she asked of me. I found myself taking the two steps forward and opening the book against my better judgment. It fell open to a page that I couldn’t read at first. Everything was written in the Ancient text that seemed to dance before my eyes and rearrange itself into something I could comprehend. It was rather straight forward and blunt in its recounting of events. There was a date, V’s name and an unbelievably long list of victims… Words jumped out at me. [Burned alive] Warriors… shellans… and their families… I had to flip the pages to see the extent of the list. The book fell from my hands and I stumbled back, bracing myself on a bookcase to keep from falling. It was like all of the air in the room had left all at once. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t see clearly. My mind scrambled for an explanation.- This isn’t the whole story. He was forced to it. -My eyes frantically searched for a reason on her hooded face. ‘He was forced to it. You were the reason.’ My ass landed flat on the ground. This didn’t make any sense. How was I the reason behind this… mass murder…? She pulled my own thoughts right from my head and answered my unasked question. ‘When he went back to Bloodletter’s camp his father seized the opportunity to take out what he supposed was a threat to him. All he needed to do was hold your life over my son’s head with a firm promise that he had a way to kill you.’ The Scribe Virgin paced the floor with an almost smug air about her. It infuriated me. I was instantly on my feet again thrusting an accusatory finger at her.- You are the one that sent him back there in the first place! This is all at your feet NOT mine! -The very thought that his own mother could do this to him had me burning hot. The mind trip it must have worked on him was beyond my comprehending. She wheeled about, full of the same anger that burned through me. The difference being she was a goddess. I had a brief oh fuck moment before she spoke. ‘You still refuse to leave him to his destiny!? Then you will be the one that bares the evidence of his crimes.’ Her hands raised inside the black robes and a searing pain lanced down the side of my leg. ‘Every name of every death will be clearly displayed to him whenever he looks at you to remind him of the foul crime that he committed for your sake.’ I couldn’t take the agony anymore. I dropped to the ground and watched with wide eyes as names sprung out in the ancient script down the length of my leg burning holes straight through my pants. As much as I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, I couldn’t hold back the screams that ripped from my throat. When she started in on my other leg I blacked out from the pain. Drifting down a dark hole that I didn’t want to come back from.-

V

Groans raggedly blaring Wiz Khalifa - No Sleep trying to shut out the voices in my head. The images flooding every corner of my mind, I shove my hands over my ears pushing the ear buds deeper in my head. My eyes closed tight as fuck, why the hell was this hitting me hard now. Not like I didn’t relieve seeing the flames and hear the torturous screams of everyone of them from the males down to the females each time I closed my eyes. Since making my way back from the camp, I had done what was as natural to me as breathing and iced up and found a way to shove it back so deep that it only came out when I was spent and down in my head and physical self. Now was not one of those times so what the fuck was going down now. Growling in harsh frustration when Eminem - Space Bound starts playing. Almost every word in it made me hunger for Butch’s touch. Only then did I feel clean, now that was some irony, the thing I always thought of as a curse cleaned him but everything about him made me feel clean or at the very least not so fucked up. 

Butch

-Something grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and literally hurled me out of the hole that I’d retreated to. I woke with a long inhale of breath eerily similar to times I had come back from death. My back arched off of the bed and I shot straight up. My eyes flew open when the smell of burnt flesh and salt hit my nose like a locomotive. Fuck no! It had to have been a dream. My hands frantically pulled the sheet aside and the evidence was clear as day. Down both sides of my legs the bitch had literally burned the names. I couldn’t read the ancient language but I could tell every single name included a ‘son of’ or ‘daughter of’. Wouldn’t want there to be any doubt who these vampires were, would we? My stomach knotted up and I sprung off the bed and ran to the bathroom on unsteady legs that burned with every move. Barely making it in time bend over the toilet and lose the entire contents of my stomach. My mind touched on how V was going to react if he saw the names and I arched over the porcelain again swearing to God that it was my heart I was leaving in the bowl. A painful guilt sunk into my soul. He had done what he did because of me. Not only that but he had to live with it every freaking day. And now… just looking at me would hammer that home. My fingers clawed through my hair and I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but I didn’t want to bring him in here. I couldn’t let him see what his mother had done. I glanced at the archway that used to hold a door and cursed under my breath. What I wouldn’t give for a door right fucking now. I had to take care of this now and quickly. My brain suddenly sparked to life and I stood up, flipping on the shower in the same movement. I don’t think that I’ve ever taken a quicker shower in my life. I didn’t even get my hair wet in the process. The only thing that I was concerned with was wiping away the stench of burns. And holy fuck did it sting like a sonofabitch. I bit the shit out of my lip trying to pat my legs dry as quick as possible. I poked my head around the corner like some kind of thief to make sure that V wouldn’t see my mad dash to the closet. I grabbed the first pair of slacks I could see and yanked them on my legs so fast I almost fell over. As soon as I had the button done up I breathed a little easier and I could feel my heart attempting to slow back down to a dull roar. I leaned against the back wall of the closet and absently flipped through my shirts trying to think. This shit wasn’t going to last long. V was always taking my clothes off, often by force. Never thought in a million years that I wouldn’t want that. I couldn’t very well just suddenly become a prude on him. My hands worked on their own and I had my tie on without coming to any sort of a solution. If I wasn’t such a fool for the guy I would be halfway to China by now. Hell, maybe that was the choice I should go with anyway… I swallowed a giant lump and brought control to my features. Strapping on the best ‘everything’s normal here’ mask I could possibly wear. I doubted it would be enough. My male could read me like an open fucking book. I started in on ‘99 bottles of beer on the wall’ in my head and left the room in search of a drink.-

V

Shoving the last grape in my mouth as I stepped into the Pit, I swirled it around over my tongue and locked the door behind me. After the date with pounding beats into my head and that shit definitely helped my mind come down to a more dealed state, I grabbed a quick burning shower and made my way to the Manse. After running into the always mouth running Rhage and listening to some shit about his tires being replaced and not wanting his babies to be fucked with again, laughing, I shot over my shoulder (Good Luck with that Brother). I finally made tracks to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of grapes before putting in a order with Fritz and making my way back down through the tunnels. With each step I felt the hair on my nape prickle and my fred and barney steps picked up till I was inside our sanctuary. Glancing around noticing not a damn sound was being made, no snoring, TV, or music.”Butch, what the fuck have you been up to” The words were more muttered and not so much spoke out as I started to head to the bedroom but stopped short when my ears picked up the muffled breathing. Turning on my heals I took the few steps to the couch and yeah there was my cop passed the fuck out with his face smashed into the cushions and damn if the smell of Lag didn’t burn my nose as I inhaled. My brows shot down deep, making a v and I leaned down over the back of the couch and popped Butch a good few times on the back of the head. 

Butch

-I wasn’t entirely sure who wanted my ass now but I sure as shitting didn’t want to wake up. Seemed like every time I did some type of crap was raining down. I swatted… whatever… a hand? I guess. I hit it away with an angry growl.- Fuck off. Can’t you see I’m sleeping here? -Not even bothering to open my eyes, just rolling over and burying my head in my arms-

V

Nodding when Butch tried to swat away my hand, I stepped to the front of the couch and unceremoniously dropped the full weight of my 6’7 frame down on top of Butch on the couch.Even threw in some rolling back and forth like i was getting comfortable.”This works“ 

Butch

-All the air left me in on fell swoop and I finally opened my eyes to see the very person I had been avoiding. I hid my head back in my arms as you made like a rolling pin over me. My wounds where mostly healed up by now but they were still tender as shit and that was the last thing I needed was for you to see it. I bit the shit out of my arm to hide my protests. Only lifting my head to look after you finally settled into place.- You weigh a ton.

V

Rolling swiftly off the couch, chuckling a little easier after hearing Butch speak. “What gives Butch, you get bored without me around last night to entertain you?” Getting up, I grabbed a hold of Butch’s legs and cop a squat on the couch and let your legs fall back down over my lap.”You haven’t tied one like this on in a fucking long time” Drops my head back on the couch and rolls my head some and looks Butch still face down position. 

Butch

-It was hard to hide the flinch when you grabbed my legs but I tried to cover it by sliding up to a sitting position. Misjudging the quickness of my own actions and ending up bent over and holding my head in my hands with a loud groan. Taking a few steadying breaths before croaking out words.- Just missed you I guess. -I tried my damnedest to keep the images that my mind had formed up of burning bodies from my head. Curling my fingers in my hair tightly and forcing myself to remember you cutting your name into my back instead. A much more pleasant thought.-

V

Raising my head off the couch when Butch moved to get up.”No one said you had to move Butch” My back straightened instantly and I sit up instantly when I without a fucking doubt seen Butch flinch and then do the head in hands groan thing “You didn’t miss me that damn much to consume the inventory of a bar, what the fuck gives?” Shaking my head grunting “Now your covering shit up from me” All senses go on alert, and I think back to earlier’s sense of dread and shit, yeah something was definitely up with Butch.

Butch

-My head turned in my hands to look over at you. No doubt in the world that I loved the shit out of you but I sucked ass at lying. I moved to settle back on the couch, this time with my head in your lap.- It’s nothing. I just… my legs got hurt is all. They are healing up. I’ll be good in no time. -Looking up at you with a halfhearted smile and winking.- Being a vampire is gotta be good for something right?

V

Dumping Butch’s head on the couch I jerked up off the couch as if I had sit on a lit pack of black jack fire crackers. “How the fuck did you get hurt?” Going down on my knees I reach up for the button and zipper. My jaws locked up and fuck if I wasn’t already preparing to go out and break every fucking bone in who ever hurt Butch then do a nice slice and dice so I can watch the fuckers bleed out slowly for a while before putting them outta their misery. “Raise your ass up so I can take a look at the damage and take care of it.“Each word coming out between a growl and a grunt as I waited none too patiently for Butch to listen. 

Butch

-My head hits the couch and my eyes roll to the ceiling with a heavy sigh.- I told you I was fine. -Brushing your hands aside and closing my fist around the front of my pants.- There’s nothing you can do about it. I just need to hit up a female for some blood and I’ll be good. -I wanted to add ‘as new’ but I fucking knew that wouldn’t be the truth. My ass was firmly planted on the couch and sure as hell wasn’t about to get up to give you a viewing. I swallowed a lump in my throat before continuing.- It was my fault… I pissed off the wrong… person. -looking anywhere but at you- You know how I do that.

V

Falling back some on my feet, I looked up at Butch with a puzzled frown.”Since when do you get all freaked out on me and act like you’re a damn virgin just cause I want to look?” My white eyes darken some drawing back down.”You have a sudden affliction to me?” My leather clad hand fist up and I push up off my feet till I’m standing and looking down at Butch “And you still haven’t said who you pissed off, maybe that’s another thing you don’t want to tell me“ 

Butch

-I cringed in on myself at your words. Laying there staring up at the ceiling I could see two paths laid out ahead of me. On one hand, I could take this road you had set out and do everything in my power to piss you off and push you away. I could see almost to the end of that road and it was lonely and desolate. I blinked some and examined the other path where I was upfront and laid out the truth for you. The end result was foggy and uncertain. One thing was a surety, anguish wove through both choices like a thick cloud. My chest rose and fell slowly. It took me a long time before I finally turned my head to look at you.- Your mom… I pissed off your mo… the Scribe Virgin.

V

I tried to chill my head form bouncing in the wrong fucking direction, but just the swat of your hand and then the straight telling me to no was wreaking havoc. The throbbing fire was no more just a small smolder of power in me; it was steadily crawling to an outright inferno. I kept my feet braced where they were and I locked in on the myriad of confusion whirling around in your mind, trying like hell to dig into the source of this. All that kept flashing to the forefront was rejection, and that coming from the one person I needed more then another being or object was kicking me over the edge. But fuck when the words that seeped out of your mouth floored me and I thought I couldn’t feel the raging power anymore stronger then I already was, hell chalk that up to be way the hell wrong. My nostrils flared and I could even feel heat in the breaths as if I was shooting fire out of my mouth right before I unclenched my jaws and spoke. “What does that bitch haft to do with this, tell me now what she did to you” 

Butch

-I sat up again, much more slowly this time. I propped my elbows up on my knees and let my head fall forward into my hands. Digging my fingers along my scalp as I thought of how to answer you. I knew this was something that should be approached in the right way but I wasn’t always good with that type of thing. I felt the heat of your anger rolling off of you in waves. If I were someone else, when I looked back up at you, I would have fled. But that was never my style and I wasn’t about to start now. I stood up and slowly moved right in front of you. My eyes traced over your harsh features and I lifted my hand to brush my thumb over your tats, combing my other fingers into your soft hair.- I know why you went to the tomb with all of the Goose you could carry. I don’t blame you. But it isn’t something that you had to bare alone Nallum.

V

Not moving a hair when you stood up, my arms hung tensely at my sides and I had to ball up both hands to the point of digging my fingers into my palms to try and tamp down the urge to let loose all that was rolling in waves through me. I wanted to inspect every inch of you, I knew the bitch was pissed but to come after you, a brother was more fucked up then I thought My head dropped a centimeter when you touched my tats, which usually calmed and relaxed me to the point of feeling drugged. Then I knew the damn ground opened up under me and I recoiled back, my eyes burning and my throat tightened up. I couldn’t suck air in to my already constricting lungs as the words punctured me like knives and without even meaning to I seen it all clearly again, the flames, the horrific screams of males, females and cries of young. It was so real that I thought if I reached my hand out I could feel the burning licking away at my hand and you knew it all, finally the monster behind the the façade of the warrior. Somehow I managed to croak out over the knots in my throat. “Why are you still here?” 

Butch

-My other hand came up to clamp your head in place. I could tell from your far away look exactly where you had gone and it was a pain that I wished I could have spared you. I hated that we even had to have this conversation but it was clear what it had done to you. It either had to come out or you would torture yourself forever. Hell that still might happen… at least I could tell you where I stood on the matter.- Aside from the fact that I am madly in love with you, you mean? -Trying to capture your gaze with mine to keep you from that dark hole that I see clearer than anyone else on the planet.- You are correct in thinking that the very idea turns my stomach but I’m not the only one am I? It’s not something you would willingly do. You see yourself a monster because of what your fucking parents have forced upon you. I’m still here because I know you. The guilt of that crime lies solely at the feet of your mother and your father. -My head twisted slightly as I bit back a growl- And trust me, if I knew how to take down a goddess I would sure as hell take a shot at it. 

V

Reaching my hand up, I wrapped my fingers around your wrist when you grab a hold of my head and I just stood there, part of me ready to bolt and say fuck this but damn if hearing you reaffirm that you still loved me even after knowing the truth truth didn’t have me staying right where I was. I couldn’t look up no matter how much I wanted to see those hazel eyes, the thought of seeing disgust or anything running along those lines was not something even I could face, not from you, so I kept my eyes downward. Shaking my head, I rejected right off the bat part of me not being responsible. “No, you’re wrong, I fucked up. That shit is on me, I should have figured some way outta that or fuck found a way to take myself out so I was of no use. I did that, each life lies at my feet.” My other hand comes up and grips a hold of your waist, fingers digging in as if I was drowning and you was my life preserving, the contact was all that was keeping me intact. “I should have told you” My thick shoulders heaved up in a half shrug “call me a selfish bastard but fuck I didn’t want you to know that shit or take a chance on the fall out of you knowing it” 

Butch

-I knew how bad it was and I knew how far down the rabbit hole you would go if I didn’t pull you out. I’d always considered it my job. The one thing that I could do for the person I loved and who had saved my life more times than I cared to count. I tried again with the eye contact. Moving a hand under your chin and tilting your head up. Practically screaming for you to look at me.- I get where you are coming from, V. I really do. I still blame myself for my sister’s death no matter what anyone tells me. But I’m telling you right now that I know the truth. I know you did it because of me and fuck if that doesn’t mess with my head too. We are in this together whether you like it or not. -Pausing to press my forehead to yours.- You are the smartest motherfucker I know. If you didn’t see a way out of that, then I doubt that there was one. Because I refuse to believe that you went in there hand blazing as soon as your father mentioned my ass.

V

Licking my dry lips, I let you raise my face up but even for a split second I kept my eyes down cast but I couldn’t hold out any longer than that second and I locked dim cloudy eyes on hazel ones. I was floored by the depths I seen in them, nothing close to what I knew would be in others if they knew what you do, no what I seen had me rooted and pulling my zone into you. I almost vehemently spoke the same damn words back to you about it not being your fault when you mentioned your sister and damn if it didn’t start to click somewhere in my spiraling down mind set. Dropping my forehead to yours, I kept the eye contact and I didn’t even release the heavy as hell breath that rushed out until I felt my chest cave back in. ”I know you get it Nallum, fuck I do know that. I tried to figure that shit out, I ran every scenario through my head on a constant loop, and everything came back to where I was and I couldn’t change it” Releasing my hands from where they was I brought them up and gripped the sides of your neck in an almost crushing hold. “You, I would do and go through anything for, you are mine and I will always protect you and fuck the fallout, just so you know, even if you walked away, that shit wouldn’t change” 

Butch

-I exhaled a deep as hell breath that I didn’t even know that I had been holding in and returned the same grip at the back of your neck now that I didn’t have to hold your chin up. I still wasn’t sure how you would deal with the scars on my legs but at least we had made it past this first barrier. I didn’t ask the unspoken question that lingered… ‘Was it all worth it?’ Through some fucked up twist of fate I had landed myself a mate that made my parents look like freaking saints. Everything that was dark and hidden in your closets seemed to be a direct result of what they inflicted on you. I wanted to resurrect Bloodletter just so that I could kill him slowly because I knew that I wasn’t going to get any type of retribution against the Scribe Virgin. A thought slipped through my mind and I closed my eyes quickly to hide it as best I could. The Omega screamed for the same thing and he even had a few choice ideas on how to go about it. I vividly recalled his plans from when I was his puppet like I had pulled it up from a computer file. I pushed all that shit back down and locked it away. My eyes finally snapped back open when your last sentence fell into place in my mind.- I would never walk away from you. -Practically shaking your head- You hear me?! I tried to leave you once and it ripped me in half. If you hadn’t come for my stupid ass I would have died there. Sure as shitting. Because I didn’t give a good goddamn whether I lived or not without you.

V

I welcomed the pressure of your hand on the back of my neck, in my own twisted head I was shocked as fuck that you would even want to lay a finger on me after knowing what I had done. I started to raise my head when I saw your eyes slam down and I went on alert from the inside out, My brows narrowed and I was able to catch fragments, one thought that was glaring out had my fingers digging into the column of your neck and just as soon as they closed they jerked back open and then it was like a black screen had been dropped down inside your mind. The words came out on a husky worn almost whisper. “Try not to forget that you’re not alone in shit either Butch” The corners of my mouth twitched some and I shook my head a little against your forehead “I ain’t saved your ass no fucking more then you’ve jerked me back from the edge of some sick shit and I know saving you is saving myself.” Sliding my forehead off yours, moving down the side of your face till my lips hover just over your ear “And just so you know I would level this whole fucking state into ashes if at the end it meant that you would still be standing and breathing, no regret what’s so fucking ever” 

Butch

-My brows furrowed and I was glad that you were turned toward my ear. The very thought that you destroy so much for my sake had me cringing. Though I had just gotten through entertaining thoughts of going to the Omega to handle the Scribe Virgin somehow this seemed worse. Killing innocents was high up on my list of ‘shit you don’t do’ and it still tumbled around my brain that it was exactly what you had done. That fact that it was for me damn near sent me walking out to meet the sun. I threw both arms around you and buried my face in your neck. Mumbling against your skin.- Never again, Vishous. Promise me that you will never do something like that again. Fuck your protectiveness. It comes down to something like that… you let me go. I won’t be the cause of another massacre.

V

Letting go of the hold I had on your neck I gripped your wrist and removed your arms from around my neck and took a step back. The shudder that ran through your body didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the thoughts that were almost as loud as if you shouted them in my face. I slipped all too damn easy into the icy cage that I created hundreds of years ago. ”I won’t make that promise or any fucking thing close to it; this is who I am and what I do. Deal with it or not, but that shit isn’t going to change” Crossing my arms over my chest.” I’m not you Butch, I don’t feel for much and my conscience only twitches at times“ 

Butch

-I almost felt kicked when you stepped back and went cold on me once more. Instead of making me retreat like I was sure it had done with many other in your past, it made me advance on you until I was chest to chest with you again. My teeth ground together as I stared at you. I knew that no matter what I said you wouldn’t be swayed on this point but I had to say something for my own sake.-That right there is why we balance each other out. I rush in where you think and plan. -Straightening my back some- And I have the conscience. Just know one thing, if it were in my power, I would take that choice away from you in a heartbeat.

V

Cocking my head to the side I dropped my arms to hang at my sides when you advanced on me, my tatted eye twitched and I just looked down at you. The burst of pride in my chest was not something new to me but it was a good thawing kick when you went toe to toe with me, which was all the fucking time. “Let’s do that agree to disagree shit, I know who you are and what you are about, don’t you think that was another damn reason I didn’t want you knowing this FUBAR stuff” Scrubbing a hand down my face, I felt a 100 damn years older at this moment. “So now, I’ve stated my biz and you have yours and we know where we stand on that subject, good thing I don’t have any visions of having to wipe out cities to keep your ass, even though I would” I couldn’t stop the almost boyish grin from tugging at my mouth and just shrugged my shoulders. 

Butch

-I huffed out a laugh- Yeah and you wouldn’t tell me if you did have that type of vision anyway. -I stepped away and dropped my head into my hand, rubbing fingers over my temples. My feet automatically carried me to the bar and I had to some digging to find another bottle of Lag considering I drank most of it the night before. I poured a Goose for you and slid it across the counter. Downing mine in one gulp and pouring another before leaning over the bar to run my eyes over you.- I get the distinct feeling that your… -biting my tongue- … umm, that the Scribe Virgin isn’t going to give up on this shit. She’s already gone through some pretty fucked up methods to get what she wants. -holding up my glass and swirling the amber liquid around- Of course she should have known she was going up against two stubborn ass sons ‘o bitches. -grinning out the side of my mouth-

V

Every tightened up muscle in my body relaxed hearing that barked out familiar cop laugh. “Come on now if I told you all my secrets then things would be boring.” I stood there for a few almost observing, taking in the deep temple rub with the fingers and head drop then the never fail trip to the bar without even a conscience thought. I muttered a string of curses in the old language toward that SV that everyone else in our race prayed to. Rolling my head around between my shoulders I walked over to the bar and took up residence on the stool, feeling too damn tired to stand and needing the chill mode. Taking the offered glass, I leaned heavily on the bar and took a long slow drink, enjoying the smooth taste as it slid down my throat. Grinning as I shook my head when you caught that almost slip up. “She will deal and I will deal with her, coming after my mate is not some shit I will let go of. She created this race, so the bitch knows how a bonded male responds to threats against their mates” Sliding my hand across the cool counter top, and taking a hold of your free hand, I turn it over palm up and slowly rub the pad of my finger over the strong pulse in your wrist.“I should correct that, ‘We’ will deal with the bitch” 

Butch

-My head lulled forward when you took my hand and I had to fight to cling on to whatever the hell I had been thinking. The trance-like state that was completely within your power to produce slipped over me almost as if I’d suddenly realized how tired I was. I set down my drink before I ended up dropping it.- I’m not sure what you have planned but I’m completely on board. She’s taken all the fun out of walking around the Pit naked. -Something in the back of my head told me to shut the hell up but I didn’t give a shit. My eyes dropped closed and I just let the calm wash over me.-

V

Moving off the stool, keeping a hold of your wrist, I walk around the curved bar and come up behind you, pressing my chest hard enough against your back that the bar supports your waist. Closing my eyes, I lower my face down to slide my nose up the back of your nape, inhaling your natural scent. “Give my mind some time to spin and I will come up with something other then tying her to a stake and letting wild starving animals feed off her and shooting her with flaming arrows” Chuckling lightly, rubbing the tip up and over your ear. I finally let loose of your writs and curl my fingers just inside the waist of your pants. Darting my tongue out, hitting the spot right behind your ear, I press my already hardening bulge against your ass. ”I’m hungry Butch” My mind already settling into the throbbing in my leathers.“fuck clothes in the Pit, I want you naked” 

Butch

-My eyes open only enough to watch you walk around the bar and drop closed again when you press up against me. Chills run up and down my spine at every small touch. I let my head fall back on your shoulder and grin at the image you so eloquently laid out. I reached back and hooked a hand around the back of your neck only to tense up once more when your hands found the waist of my pants. My heart rate shot straight through the roof and I was two seconds away from pushing you away from me when I felt your tongue at my ear followed by your erection pressed tightly against me. No matter what the hell happened, I would always hunger for you.- If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you are trying to charm my pants off. -Masking how freaking nervous I was with my customary humor. I was downright terrified of your reaction to what the Scribe Virgin had done.-

V

Scraping my fangs over the outer shell of your ear, I felt the kick start of your heart racing like a horse in the Kentucky derby, thinking it was your own need for me speeding it on,I bite and lick my way down to your shoulder and a irritated growl rolls out at the shirt inhibiting my continue course to taste and feast off your bare flesh. “Fucking hate clothes on you” Grumbling I grabbed up the loose dagger laying on the counter and with precision ease I placed the blade at the collar and sliced a straight smooth line down the front of the shirt. “I see a vision of a future bonfire and me pitching clothes in it to feed the flames” Slow as fuck I watched over your shoulder with burning diamond irises as I dragged the tip of the blade down your chest, circling each nipple and gliding it down over your hard as fuck abdomen. By the time I reached to top of your pants, my chest was vibrating with the fierce growls that were working their way up my throat and with a flick of my wrist I popped the button of the opening with the dagger “Is it working?” I dive down on Butch only pressing the tips of my canines in. 

Butch

-I sagged back against and held on to your hips for dear life. The ability that you had to so instantly turn my legs to spaghetti was getting the better of me. I felt your growl through my whole body with a giant kick of my cock in my pants. I was a goner and I knew it. There was no way in hell that I would ever deny you. My eyes followed the dagger as you brought it forward and I fought to hold still when you sliced through my shirt smoothly. I had to lick my lips a few times before I say fuckall and it only came out as a mumble really.- You say that now… -I squeezed my eyes shut. I really didn’t want  you any other way and the thought of you bundling my ass up just so you wouldn’t have to look at my legs sent a spear through my chest. Speaking of chest… I glanced down at the sharp tip of the dagger trailing over my skin and fuck if it didn’t fire me up. I reached back further to dig my fingers into your ass and held you there while I rotated my hips. Grinding up against you and completely forgetting everything else. I heard the button fly off my pants but I didn’t give a shit.- Yesss… -I arched my head back as far as it would go and gave you free reign. Sucking in a moan at the touch of your sharp fangs.-

V

Dragging my fangs over the top of your shoulder, my tongue slipping out and licking up the small drips of blood, a heated groan poured out against your skin and my eyes about do a 360 in my head as I taste you on my tongue. “As always, so fucking perfect” Sliding the blade back on the counter, I took a hold of the two sides of your pants and ripped them the rest of the way open. Lips curled up in what would have been a grin if my mouth hadn’t been attached to your shoulder. The sound of the zipper ripping was soon followed up with my hand making its way in and wrapping my long leather clad fingers around your hard length. Just the heated feel of you in my hand was enough to send me over edge, growling savagely I released my hold on your cock and spun you around to face me. Licking my lips I raised my hand up and slid my middle finger down and around your hard nipple, pinching it between my fingers and pulling hard. “Finish the job Nallum, I’m getting impatient as fuck to taste you” Twisting half way on the nub between my fingers, I nodded at the gaping opened pants. “Shoes and them are all that’s in our way, and I bet I will be done before you are” Chuckling a bit huskily I winked at you and let go of your nipple and without hesitation I started removing my Black T up over my head as I watched and waited for you to get finish undressing. 

Butch

-I could almost picture the ragged track that your fangs were making across my skin and I found myself wanting more. I damn near reached around to force your teeth deeper. The hand I had raised for just that dropped uselessly to my side at the touch of your tongue. I was dimly aware of you once again ripping my pants open as I had grown accustom to. I didn’t even have time to think about how much I loved it before you had your hand locked securely around me.- Oh fuck… nallum…-My body relaxed into you and I was just as suddenly thrown completely off balance as you released me and spun me around. I grabbed the edge of the bar to keep from falling over. My gaze followed your finger over my chest until you pinched down and they fell shut yet again. Fingers dug into the wood of the bar and I swayed forward when you finally let go. Your request/command, whatever, tumbled around my mind and it slammed home again exactly why I didn’t want to do that. I cursed under my breath. I didn’t want to think and here I was doing it anyway. My head turned and I tried to judge the distance to the door. The idea fell flat on its face when I figured in the pursuing horny mate factor. There really wasn’t any way getting around this as much as I might want there to be. I took a step back and mechanically removed my shoes. My head had dropped down and that was where the fuck it was staying. I didn’t want to see the look of disgust/pain on your face. I slowly lowered the pants and stood back up. I tucked my hands under my armpits like it was suddenly cold as shit in here and studiously examined the floor in front of my feet.-

V

I was just reaching down to strip my leathers off when I took notice of the robotic moves of your body and slowly I straightened back up and arched a tatted brow. Warning bells fired off in my head, and before I could get the words past my lips to ask what the fuck my diamond gaze locked on the neatly rowed names that fucking obviously had been burned into the flesh of my mate. I knew right off the bat without asking a damn thing what had been done and how you fully came into the story. Everything savage in me was barreling to the surface and I knew without looking in a mirror that my whole 6’7” form was alight, even the specially made glove on my hand was smoking under the power radiating through me. I Drew my fiercely heated eyes up to your bent head and arms tucked securely in under your arms and it hit me like a Mack truck. Growling out possessively I reached out and grabbed a hold of you, pulling you to me, my arms wrapped around you like a vice grip “I’m so fucking sorry” I didn’t think it was possible but my arms tightened even more. “I’ll make this right, you have my word, that bitch will pay for touching you” 

Butch

-I didn’t have to look at you to see the light explode from you. I knew that I had nothing to fear from it, not like everyone else, but it didn’t keep me from cringing in on myself. The one thing I was glad for is that we had discussed it before your inevitable discovery. I wanted to dive into a hole and pull the dirt over my head. I hadn’t expected you to pull me to you. In fact, it shocked the shit out of me. I dropped my head to your shoulder and blinked a few times. It was the bright light that was causing my eyes to water up. That’s it… I definitely wasn’t crying like a fucking female. I worked my arms free and wrapped them around you. I felt so goddamn drained and I knew that if you hadn’t been crushing me to you I would have sagged to the floor. I tilted my head some so that you could hear me and I wasn’t eating your shoulder.- Everything has a price, V. If this is our price than I will bare it. I only feared that you wouldn’t want to look at me anymore.