Call Desmond

Lady Clay:

“DON’T FORGET THOSE BOOKS!” Shouting humorously as “The Watchmen” hot footed out the garage, laughing lightly at the rushed footsteps along the stairs with a firm click of the door as the Lincoln pulled away with a quick honk.

Turning back around as Peyton sat smugly in the old schoolhouse chair made from sturdy oak, scowling darkly as his eyes swirled violently with blackness.

“You and your brother just couldn’t heed my warnings, now could ya?” Setting the engraved chest down on the smooth worn oak table as the garage door clicked open.

Smiling brightly as Peyton mumbled incoherent slurs, muted by the beautiful gun metal silk tie shoved deep in his mouth, soaked to its last thread as he thrashed against the solid chair with hollowed thuds.

“Sweetheart.” Derek called out amused as his Interceptor boots thudded softly against the concrete, stopping briefly at the doorway to cleanse his physical body free of evil energy that lingered from the Living Realm.

“Hey Hun, just setting up a few things.” Tilting my head slightly, accepting a gentle kiss to the cheek as he removed his Fire Chief jacket and white pressed shirt, quickly hanging them on the iron hook secured into the reinforced concrete wall.

The soft golden glow of the candles, danced seductively against his rich mocha skin with his neatly trimmed peppered beard and locks. My personal version of Shemar Moore, while I was his Penelope with a witchy twist. Smacking down the temptation to consummate our everlasting desire for one another as the garage door clicked closed with the deadbolt engaging hollowly.

“Morgan. Damian.” Derek spoke calmly as he leaned back to look through the doorway with a devilish smirk, licking those plush lips as his tribal tattooed muscles flexed and relax with his natural stance under his white tank.

“Derek, how is the Firehouse? Do you need anything?” Damian greeted Derek with a firm shake as Morgan kissed his cheek gently in greeting.

“Hi, gorgeous.” She turned to me with those vibrant whiteish-yellow orbs, hugging her petite frame with a happy chuckle.

“Back at ya.” Laughing softly as we pulled apart, interrupted by the thrashing thuds and muffled shouts as we turned our attention to Peyton’s panting expression.

Morgan stepped over to him with a curious expression, flicking his greasy dark locks that flopped over his cold amber eyes. Damian and Derek prepared the portal to allow Sir Max “The Black Bear” through to handle the DeLois brothers, while Morgan cozied up to the oak beam with crossed arms.

“So, Peyton. My cousin has filled us in on your little game with a “child” of hers, Elicia DeWalt. Explain to me “why” you and your brother, chose to ignore her many warnings before your brother took it upon himself to date her?” Morgan spoke calmly, looking at her natural nails as she cupped her biceps through her red and blue flannel shirt.

All these kids become my “children”, regardless of blood relation or not. They are mine to care for, and raise into respectful young adults.

Peyton mumbled against his gag, gasping loudly as she reached forward yanking it out with a sloppy splat against the concrete floor. A few coughing gasps before he unleashed his tongue lashing.

“Do you have any idea who we are? My family owns this piss-poor town, and that little whore chose to fall for my brothers game.” Morgan didn’t like his tone, slapping him forcefully across the face with her whiteish orbs reflecting the golden flickers of light.

“Where is your brother?” Looking up from the concrete floor with a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, hoping the guys had her protected while in transition back to London.

“Wouldn’t you like to know “Bitch”.” Peyton hissed coldly, flexing his wrists against the enchanted ropes that bound him to the chair with a soft yellow glow.

“I would watch that “tone”.” Max growled lowly as his broad, muscular chest flexed under his black tank, exposing his tattooed frame to the gentle glowing dance of the candlelight.

Smiling darkly as the blood drained slowly from Peyton’s face, looking down to the concrete as Max paced slowly behind him in the shadows.

“You know who “I am”?” His voice reverberated demonically against the concrete walls, muffled enough to inflict a shiver of panic.

Peyton nodded his head nervously, causing Max to chuckle as his goliath hand slapped his head forward with a solid crack.

“Say it.” He demanded darkly as Morgan stood quietly with Derek and Damian standing to the outside of the protection barrier drawn on the floor.

“S-Sir Max Silvermoon, “The Black Bear”.” Peyton cowered back as Max walked around his side, standing tall over his bound stance.

Peyton looked like a squirming worm on a hook as Max stared him down with a calloused expression.

“Now, explain “why” this young lady is so important to your brother.” Max growled lowly, crouching down with a menacing glare that scared even me.

Derek held my gaze with a softness to his blueish eyes as Damian stood smugly with his arms crossed over his gray t-shirt, sharing a silent conversation with Max as they nodded with a slight tilt to their smiles.

“He wants to mate her. She was already marked her freshman year…” Grabbing his greasy locks in my fingers with a tight snap of his head, hissing in his face as Derek and Max tried to break my grip.

I’ll scalp this motherfucker like a fucking savage and wear his pelt as a trophy, while his brother keeps my floor warm.

“Against her “will”.” Slapping his face forcefully as crimson flung violently through the air, splattering along the floor and support beams.

“I thought bears only mate once?” Derek asked with a concerned hitch to his voice, because Elicia was our special daughter, even though she was an orphan.

“Yes, but they can also take other mates, until their destined mate arrives. Once that happens the true bond overrides the others and severs those links permanently.
Since I am a hybrid, my bear trait laid dormant until I found my second mate, Mei. So, Kaval has educated me in the way of bears, and this is something you don’t mess around with.” Max snarled darkly, thinking for a moment as his beasts communicated with him silently.

“What happened her freshman year? You were a senior that year, so what did you and your brother plan?” Derek grumbled darkly, catching his eyes glowing softly as he closed them to calm down before exploding in a dark rage.

“The yearly bonfire was very entertaining. We were growing bored with the normal “fucks”, so we made a game. I picked his target and he picked mine, but I was more intrigued with my pick because she seemed “unique” and not to mention very innocent.” His smug smile was short lived as Max lifted him from the floor with the chair still attached, growling darkly in his face.

“You preyed on an innocent girl like she was a toy. She had nothing in her life but the Clay’s, and you used that vulnerability to your leverage. I should skin you now, you “piece of shit” but this punishment needs to be done with both parties.” Max snarled violently, dropping the chair and Peyton with a heavy clanking thud as he toppled over like a domino.

“S-She’s a human. Why do you care what happens to an orphaned human in a “world of supernatural creatures” that could feast on her?” Peyton grumbled against the concrete flooring as blood seeped slowly from his broken nose.

“Because that “human” you speak so highly of, happens to be my god sons mate. Maybe you have heard of them.” Max looked down to Peyton with a condescending smile that had us chuckling darkly, while Peyton narrowed his brows in confusion.

“The Watchmen”, or as they are known publicly as the Nightshade Quad. I’m sure King Desmond and Queen Izzy of the Vampire Kingdom, would love to know that their future daughter-in-law was the victim of a nasty, demented game between two hormonal bears pissing up the wrong fucking tree.” Morgan spoke coldly as Max gave her a peck on the cheek, shaking hands with Damian as they readied a portal back.

“She’s just a human.” Peyton sobbed like a little bitch as Max lifted him up by the wrist restraints, carrying his ass like luggage as he stepped through the portal.

“Call Desmond. They need to know.” Morgan waved to Max as he nodded in agreement, disappearing behind the concrete wall as the portal closed leaving us to our thoughts.

Thinking back to my conversation with the “Watchmen” asking about Elicia and if she showed signs of abilities. Derek rubbed my arm soothingly as Morgan and Damian spoke between themselves.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Derek asked with a gentleness laced across his face, rummaging through my thoughts of Elicia’s childhood.

“Morgan, is it possible for a supernatural creature to show no signs of being one?” Asking out loud through the whirlwind of thoughts that flooded all at once.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t know but anything is possible in the supernatural aspect of things. Take the Lycan Royals for example.” She looked to Damian with a concerned expression as he thought about the situation at hand.

“I do know one thing for sure, “The Watchmen” were trained and raised by Max before they were shipped off overseas. So, not only do those “DeLois Brothers” have to deal with pissed off Vampire Royals, but also a homicidal bear trained to kill for sport.” Damian leaned against the beam, hugging Morgan into his chest as Derek cradled me closely to his warm chest.

“Not to mention their “brother” Dominic and extended family with the Lycan Royals.” Morgan spoke calmly, shivering with a strange sensation of the “unknown”.

Hopefully those four can help Elicia find her true self in all this shit.