Don't own any of the BDB. Hope everyone enjoys. This new story will be formated a little differently. Hopefully it will flow better.
Reposted on 6-10-12 thanks to GothicBelle.
Chapter One
"God damn, punk ass, motherfuckers," Vishous said dragging a wounded Butch into the Caddie with him while trying to keep pressure on the hole in his Brother. He was fucking sick of lessers. This was the third one of the Brothers shot in less than a week; Wrath was going to be pissed. And there would be extra fucking paperwork to on top of this shit. "Hey, Bopsy twins, will one of you get your ass over here and drive already?"
Phury and Tohr didn't look too happy with his attitude right now, like he fucking gave a shit. He wasn't too fucking happy with them right now either. He knew it was bad timing, but he was still mad at them form chasing those two damn lessers into him and Butch. One of the punks had shot Butch in the middle of him doing his thing. Bunch of pasty ass fucking coward freaks.
Butch's shoulder wound was bleeding pretty bad and they needed to get him to Jane as fast as possible. The two Brothers needed to hurry the hell up.
"Some time tonight would be fucking nice you guys," he yelled out the back window of his Escalade.
"V, man, chill. I'm fine. Ain't the first time I've been shot and won't be the last," the cop told him. V wasn't so sure about that.
"This is serious. You're losing a lot of blood and on top of those lessers you inhaled you look like shit," he said. This scene was far to close to his vision of Butch's death. He didn't like it at all. He knew Butch died from being shot, but like all his visions he didn't know the where or when. Just the how. He had seen all his Brothers die. Most of the time he hated his stupid visions, like right fucking now.
And yeah he was scared. He couldn't lose Butch this soon. He had barely made it through losing Jane. Actually, if he was honest, he hadn't. He had gone nuts and had been determined to bring her back any way he could. If it hadn't been for Mommy Dearest bringing Jane back for him as a ghost, V figured he'd have faired no better than Tohr. And truthfully losing Butch would most likely have the same results.
"About damn time," he said as Phury climbed into the driver's seat and fired the engine up.
Phury pulled the Escalade out of the alley before catching his eyes in the rearview. "V, the wound isn't all that bad. He's a vampire now, it's not like he's dying."
V held his Brother's gaze in the mirror. "You don't fucking know that."
He saw a shadow pass across Phury's golden eyes as the meaning of his words registered with the Brother. He heard the engine rev up as they went faster.
He felt the cop move in his arms and he turned his head to check on him again. Butch was trying to pass out. He shook him the best he could while keeping pressure on the bullet hole. "Hey cop, this ain't no rest home. This is not the time, you will not do this to me, you will not leave us."
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Jane met the Caddie in the parking garage with Ehlena and a gurney. V had called her to report that Butch had been shot while on patrol. Apparently he and V had taken four of those lessers bastards out and Butch was doing his lesser vacuum thing when Phury and Tohr chased two more lessers around the corner. One of the creeps shot Butch before the others could take them out.
The Caddie pulled up and Phury jumped from the driver's seat and rushed around to help V unload the former cop. Butch looked awful, but Jane had no idea how much of his pallor was from blood loss and how much was from his lesser intake. Hopefully for all their sakes it was the former.
"Marissa should be here any minute," Jane said as they ran Butch to the physical therapy room. Jane was so glad that the new medical rooms were already under construction. A whole medical clinic with the training center would be a great asset.
Getting him into the room she quickly checked the wound and took his vitals. The bullet wound was through and through.
"We'll do a couple of x-rays, but I think he just looks this bad because of the intakes," she told V. He looked so worried it was breaking her heart. 'Damn this war and damn the lessers,' she thought. "I just think he needs feeding and cleansing. Why don't you wait outside the door for Marissa? Ehlena will help me with the x-rays."
V didn't look too happy with her, but he went outside. As much as she loved him and as knowledgeable and useful as he normally was in here, she didn't want him working on the cop. She figured it might be too much for him right now.
As Ehlena was busy prepping the x-ray machine Jane took the opportunity to speak to the cop. "I'm probably over reacting, but just in case. Butch you listen to me. You are going to be fine. I'm going to patch you up. Marissa will feed you and V will cleanse you. You will not die on us. Marissa needs you too much. Vishous needs you too much. We all need you," she almost brought herself to tears. He and V really needed to get things worked out. "And besides, I'll be damned if you deprive me of my show," she whispered in his ear.
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Marissa rushed through the doors to the equipment room. V was standing there lighting up a cigarette. Marissa thought she might collapse. 'Dear Scribe Virgin I can't live without him,' she prayed. This couldn't be happening.
"Jane says he'll be fine. She's doing some x-rays just in case," V reassured her.
"Thank the Virgin, I saw you here and I thought the worst," she admitted taking a deep breath as the pressure in her chest started to ease. The scent of the Brother's special tobacco helped to sooth her as well, it smelled of home.
"I know," V said putting a hand on her shoulder. "You know Jane, she's very precautious. She wants to make sure she doesn't miss anything."
"She's very good at what she does," she said in return, thankful that V was out here since she couldn't see Butch yet. She knew no matter how bad things could be V would never lie about it. He was always up front with her, even back when she thought he hated her, she had that faith in him.
"She said he just needs to feed and needs cleansing. Between the two of us we'll have him back on his feet before the night is over." She was very grateful that Vishous and Jane were in her life. They were Butch's saviors, but more importantly his friends and hers too. Over the last week she and Jane had started to become closer and she was sure this would only strengthen the bonds of their little household. They were starting to feel more like a family to her than her own brother had the last few decades.
"What would we do without you?" she heard herself ask aloud.
"What would I do without him?" V sounded so vulnerable to her at that moment.
She didn't know what to say to that. The two males had always been close, even when Butch was still human. They were closer than any other set of friends she had ever met. She didn't worry half as much when Butch was patrolling with V as with any one else. She knew her hellern was protected and as safe as he could be doing the job he did when he was with Vishous.
"V…" she started, but Jane opened the door and what she was going to say no longer mattered at the moment.
She quickly moved to Butch's side. She took his hand in hers, it was far too cold. It was getting very hard for her to breath.
"Marissa, calm down. He will be fine, but he needs you right now," V said to her from the other side of the bed.
"Jane how is he?" she asked.
"He just needs blood and a session with V. The x-rays were fine and I've already flushed and cleaned the wound," Jane said as professional as ever. Marissa was finding even more respect for her as they were getting to know each other better.
She pulled her sleeve up and put her wrist to Butch's cool lips. Thankfully his fangs sunk into her flesh. He started drinking and she sighed in relief.
It took a minute for him to open his eyes and when he did she smiled at him. As hard as times like this could be she was very proud of her hellern.
"Welcome back, Nallum."
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Butch came to in the PT room. Vishous was sitting beside him holding his hand, his eyes closed and a cig hanging from his lips. Butch was ashamed at how much he liked the feel of the Brother's hand in his.. He shouldn't feel so safe and loved with anyone but Marissa.
He just couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. V was his best friend, his trahyner. He had all these feelings he didn't know what to do with. Things he shouldn't feel for a friend. He loved Marissa with everything in him, but this attraction to V was getting out of hand. It's not that he had a problem with bisexuality or homosexuality, even though he was surprised to be attracted to a man after all these years. The problem for him wasn't sexual orientation at all, it was about monogamy. He firmly believed in dedicating yourself to one person. He had chosen Marissa, given his life to her. Her name was carved into his back, he had tied himself to her in every way he could. He had no regrets, so why was this thing with V still there, still growing?
He loved Marissa more everyday; he also loved Vishous more everyday. He craved them both emotionally and physically. He couldn't live without them. He didn't exactly have the same love for both, but he would give his life for either of them. 'What is wrong with me?' he thought as he squeezed V's hand to get his attention.
"Hey, man, how bad was it?" he asked.
"Not too bad at all cop," he answered looking at him. "Clean shot, through and through, Marissa's blood and my hand and your right as rain."
Butch looked back down at their joined hands. 'Fuck me,' he thought. 'But I like us like this.' Feeling guilty he separated their hands and asked. "Where's Marissa?"
He knew she had been here. He'd seen her when she fed him.
"She and Jane had an emergency at Safe Place. They shouldn't be too very long. When you're ready I'll help you home."
"Thanks," he said sitting up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, but got a little dizzy when he stood. V caught him wrapping an arm around his waist. Butch put his arm over V's shoulders.
"Damn, V, you're always saving my ass."
"Well I'm pretty fond of your fine ass," V grinned at him.
"V, that shit ain't funny anymore," he snapped, he was more mad at himself than his friend.
They were almost to the Pit when V spoke again. "Just say it ,Butch, and we'll go back to pretending everything is fine again, like this thing between us doesn't exist."
"Promise?" he asked. He sounded desperate even to his own ears.
"Yeah, man," V sighed like the words hurt.
"Fine. We still ain't datin'," he said with none of his usual cockiness in the statement.
He had no idea what 'fine' was any more. Pretending was the best he could do.
Neither said another word. V got him to his room and in bed. Their relationship was becoming so strained they couldn't even talk sports any more. They hadn't said but a hand full of words to each other on patrol tonight. Butch didn't know how to fix things, how to stop his feelings. He didn't know what to do.
"Just one thing, cop," V said from the door. "Jane gave me permission. She actually likes the idea."
Then he was gone.