Hi everyone! not much to say really. Hope you all liked the second chapter and hope you like this third chapter. Thank you to Eric and MusicOfMadness for your kind reviews =) Warning: story contains BoyxBoy, swearing, mentions of abuse and bear in mind and ratings may be turned up at a later time. I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day where ever you are =)


Wolfram panted slightly as he came to a rest against one of the trees. Sweat was beading on his brow as he kept the boy on his back in place. The soft sound of broken and gentle breathing in his hear was almost like a lullaby, as the boy was slightly slouched forward so that his gently and beaten face was resting in the crook of his neck. His breath brushed over the skin, so cool and calm... like the soft and comforting of a summer breeze. He wasn't heavy but the expanse of land that they had covered over night had just been almost too much for even Wolfram to begin to break out, exhausted and fed up. They had no horse, no other helping supplies, him and Lazarus had no expanse of magic which they could use any more, and barely anything to defend themselves with if they were attacked right now. "It's a moment like this I'd be happy to see Conrad." He growled under his breath as the sun continued to blister down violently across his face.
"Yeah, well... He isn't here!" A voice snarled.

Wolfram didn't need to look over to know that Lazarus was glowering at him in an exasperated exhaustion of emptiness. Those deep crimson eyes were in a rage and hungry for human blood out of the situation they had been put into. Here they were. The boy who had seemed to Wolfram, cool under the collar, so far at least, was finally beginning to crack a bit as they carried on stumbling through the dark night. "What I wouldn't kill for some magic right now." He snarled as the cool breeze hit him square in the face.

Wolfram paused for a moment as it seemed to caress his cheek. It was very weak. It was very weak indeed. But the wind was being across his face. It seemed to stutter like the struggling breath of the boy behind him. It matched the same rhythm to the dot. Even in that weakened and almost broken state, the boy was pushing himself to- "Hey what the hell are you doing!"

He turned around on Lazarus as his face exploded into bright crimson.

The boy had pulled his tunic over his head, leaving him only in some shorts. The sleeves were ripped free and tied around his beading forehead. His lithe and thin toned chest, exposed as he lent back and let the air rush over his clammy skin. "God that feels so much better." He smirked over at Wolfram as he saw how embarrassed the other boy was becoming. "Oh sorry? Is there a problem?" He teased as his crimson eyes flashed darkly. "Would you like me to carry on disposing of more?" He indicated to his lower torso and smirked even deeper.
"Watch your tongue!" Wolfram eyed the boy dangerous. Like a tiger about to pounce and pin it's prey. "Besides you snow flake." Wolfram sneered dangerously with a grin. "You're not all you think you are. You maybe good looking.." He looked the boy up and down slowly and decisively. "But you're foul." He decided.
"I'm just playing with you a bit!" Lazarus called out as Wolfram trudged away. He had absolutely no time to place such childish and arrogant games with that nonsense headed, idiot. He had more intention to look after the boy on his back who was still trying to strain the last of his breathing to try and help out! Did this boy have absolutely no idea of his capability.
"Right you wimp." He grinned to himself, "Come on. We got to keep moving." He said casually to the package on his back. He noticed there was a faint stillness and a strict hurting pain in a new breath. He gasped slightly and a smaller breeze moved across Wolfram again. This time is was incredibly weaker... the boy thought that- He thinks I'm going to hurt him if he doesn't help- What the hell happened to this boy? He kept wondering over and over in his head.

He nodded over to Lazarus and the guard as he carried on ahead, saying that he had saw a flicker of light and that they needed to take cover. Both had instantly begun to argue with him over the fact it could be nothing, but neither were a match for the strong will and stubbornness that Wolfram possessed.

But he had used that moment to duck into a row of some rose bushes, just behind the tree cover. Making sure that he had ample chance to lay out the bruises and broken boy slowly so that he could catch a sight of any injuries that may have come to him, or if the others may have become infected. "Hey." He whispered, almost a little too sharply, but he wasn't used to using a calming or caring tone. Do what Conrad would do. He thought to himself over and over, trying to goad some sense of aura to make the boy feel calmer.
"P-Please." Finally a croak, broke out of the boy's throat as the other boy turned his head away to try and look into some other sight than Wolfram. That gave Wolfram a final and descent chance to asses his wounds.

The sword slashes over his torso weren't too deep luckily but looked enough that they seemed to be excruciating to the boy. They moved up in a succession around his mid torso. Some deeper than the rest. A couple looked to strategically places to be anything other than meant for torture.

But then he came to the ones which made even him feel sick. They were jagged, no particular set pattern like the edge of a blade. "They used the stones as swords against you?" He whispered in a quiet fury. His fingertips, brushing over the faint scars and lines of crimson. Lazarus will have to numb them again soon. He thought to himself.

Hang on...

His eyes snapped up towards the distance hill line where they zoomed in on a low moving cloud cover. There was a storm on the way. But the boy didn't need to know that right now. "I'm not going to hurt you." Wolfram whispered in a strange soft voice. It was strange because it was actually so soft in approach. His hands reaching out and gently brushing over the blazing skin which was starting to sting crimson. "They're infected." He snarled and looked over to Lazarus and his guard who had slowly rose above the bushes and now were looking out in any sign of other guards being around.
"I see shelter just up ahead." Lazarus hissed, keeping his gaze locked longingly on the hills.

He could feel the blizzard coming. Wolfram knew that.

Just as Wolfram himself could feel the blazing sun, rising.

"We've got to get some medicine." Wolfram hissed and turned his head back to the boy, who's eyes were half lidded and a soft tinge of pink. So gentle and soft. The slight colour bursting through and touching out, giving a faint, almost glow effect across his rosy and cut cheeks. Those slightly rouge lips were parted as the boy kept taking in sharp takes of breath. His heart struggling to keep up with the damage which had been done to him. "Hey." Wolfram grinned trying to get the boy's attention again. His face becoming sharpened as he resorted to the only thing he had left. His eyes became half lidded. "Listen to me." He said so flowing and softly. "Get it into your head you little wimp. That I'm taking you back home. And you're going to-"
"D-Don't touch me!" The boy roared finally.

Wolfram barely had time to react before the boy tried smashed him across the side of his face with the flat of his palm.

Luckily with him being so weak, Wolfram managed to grab his palm and pull the boy close so they were face to face. "Why won't you get it into your head!" Wolfram snarled.
"Because he's not in a stable head himself and he can't understand what the hell you're saying!"

The blonde froze finally and glared through the air as though he could rip the fabric of reality apart with his ongoing fury. "Excuse me?" He whispered through gritted teeth as he turned to look at a pale Lazarus who had crawled forward and now taking a stance, seeing that the cover was free. His eyes darted around as they tried to look for a straight path to get towards the not far away cottage. They were nearing the border now. Their best hope was that these people were from the Demon tribe. If they weren't... Lazarus had a back up idea. The orphans on the road was always a winner when it came to help and survive in these situations.

But he knew now. Looking at the other boy injured boy. He could see just how hurt and damaged he was. He spoke clear English. Some phrases which Wolfram must have come to learn himself while the Demon King had still been around. Huh. Funny. He didn't even seem to realise that he had come to recognise human language as easy as any Demon Tribe.

But then again. He didn't have the one thing that both Lazarus and Danny shared.

After being born, they had been ditched onto earth and left to die in care of some human parents who believed them to be theirs.

But now both were back home.

"He doesn't understand our language." Lazarus growled as he walked over to the boy who shied away. What ever part of him was left, must have recognised what happened earlier with the freezing cold and the pain which came with it. Lazarus in response just made some soft hushing sounds. Speaking softly as he could. "What ever happened to him, has resulted in him going into shock." He pulled the boy to his feet as he kept his gaze locked with Danny. He gaze a gentle nod and watched as the bloodied boy eased up on his weak thrashing. "Thank you." He said it as calmly as he could and watched Danny turn his head back to the ground as he half walked, half dragged himself along the path towards the large brick stone cottage.

-Break-

Wolfram wasn't sure what he hated most about it first. The fact that the place was run by humans. The fact that the walls were so faded and ancient that they looked overdue for a good, descent fresh coating of paint and colour. The fact that the people were so cheery and chirpy made him want to bang their heads together! The two men were very close. He guessed they were mates or whatever. But right now he had a job.

The front room was certainly pleasant enough though to Lazarus. The crimson eyed boy walked into the brightly lit room with a gentle smile as he looked over the oak tables which were draped with pleasant silk embroideries. To him at least, Lazarus appreciated the humble emotion of such a lovely and cosy cottage. The living room and kitchens were off to the right as they walked in. The sitting room seemed-

He paused for a moment and gave a slight grin as he looked knowing to one of the two men who gave a innocent wink back. He's been to earth and copied the living style... though I do guess that you get used to it after a while. He nodded. The candles were so lovely to look at as they were placed all around the room. "We need four private rooms and no questions involved in that process." He looked at the other secret Demon Tribe man and kept their gazes locked. His crimson eyes in a sheer begging state as the two had finally just set their eyes on Danny.
"We have only two rooms I'm afraid."

The man had deep set brown eyes which almost had a tinge of purple around the edge. His pearly smile was as sweet and kind as his partners as both were stood rather close to each other. He however knew the situation which was going on. Word travelled fast around the area, and he knew exactly what these boys were asking for. He ran a tanned hand across the counter top of the old wood. Tapping his fingers slowly. "Go. Share the two rooms." He finally stated after rubbing his hands down on his black trousers and adjusting his white shirt. "Sleep easy boys. Any supplies are around the cupboards-"
"We need to get him across the border!" Wolfram snarled in response before grabbing Danny and looking at Lazarus with indignation and a growing annoyance. "We can't just stay here. The only way he will heal effectively is by getting across the border and-"

He fell silent as the sound of something like giant, marble arrows hit the walls the cottage.

The blizzard had set in.

"Just...Freaking...great." He groaned and slammed his hand down on the counter top, snatching the key away for the room. He avoided Lazarus' look of knowing and success. The pale boy folded his arms and pushes Wolfram's guard. "So, two rooms. With individual beds-" He stopped himself as he looked over and saw the two cottage owners were shaking his head slightly. "Oh great. Bed buddies." He groaned and tapped his foot in thought. Wolfram is going to start going off having a tantrum if he has to share a bed with-
"I'll sleep with Danny."
"Excuse me?"

The crimson eyed boy slowly turned in shock as Wolfram was already half way up the stairs with Danny as he kept his voice soft and quiet but the boy however was beginning to grow agitated by the way he couldn't understand Wolfram. "Wolfram!" Lazarus rose a hand slightly. "I really wouldn't-"
"What?" Wolfram snapped and didn't notice that Danny was growing more angry.
"I wouldn't say anything because he probably hasn't reacted well so far because of-"
"I know how to look after someone!" Wolfram shouted.
"GET OFF ME!" Danny's weak voice broke out.

After he slapped his hand across Wolfram's cheek.