My Stalker My Protector 7
OMG So I am sorry for leaving you all with a cliffhanger but I hope you all enjoyed that and thank you all for reviewing!
Now, On with the story!
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Nikita drove to the park and parked the bike, walking the path towards to Arthur's house quickly as he glanced around for the fallen boy. Snow was starting to pour faster from the sky and he had to find the blond before he got buried. He didn't know how he was going to keep the blond from knowing it was him but he didn't care right now…as long as Arthur was safe. He flipped up his hood and zipped the coat up to his nose so that he could block out some of the snow.
After searching around the path way for a good while, he could see the house in the distance when suddenly, his foot collided with something harder than snow or ice.
'Arthur!'
He dropped to his knees and uncovered the boy, letting out a relieved sigh when he saw the boy was still breathing but just barely. Lifting him quickly bridal style he murmured to him in Russian.
"Артур! гэта нармальна ... гэта будзе добра я абяцаю, мой салодкі смарагдава не бойся." (Arthur! it's okay...it's going to be okay I promise my sweet emerald do not fear.)
He ran all the way to the house, shouts and crashes still sounding from inside. He didn't bother knocking, no one would answer. Instead, he kicked the door with all his might, careful to balance the sleeping boy as the frame snapped at the latch the door banged inward. Everything went silent as he stood there, staring at the disarray of the house and the three men who held each other at different points of beating.
Blair, the brilliant red head Nikita remembered, stared wild eyed and half deranged at the boy clutched desperately in Nikolai's grip. Conner, the calmer of the three siblings stared at him, blood dripping from a head wound and his green/blue eyes rimmed with the red substance making him seem deadly. Bowen, the one Arthur had pointed out earlier that night glared levelly at him but none made any move.
Nikita's heavy combat boots thudded along the floor as he strode into the house and up the stairs to the room with the balcony he knew belonged to Arthur. When he found the door locked, he stepped quickly to the next room and tucked him in. Piling blankets on the small boy who shivered uncontrollably, he kissed his forehead and whispered comforting words.
"Rest my beloved…I will be back soon."
Stepping away from the bed, he turned on the heater in the room to full blast before heading out of the room, his feet thudding heavily against the steps as an aura of death and hatred filled the house.
"Who?"
The word fell from his lips as he walked back in on the three men who were in the same position as before.
Blair blinked at him for a moment before releasing Bowen and pulling Conner away. At Nikita's nod, Blair and Conner limped over to the couch, the younger nearly collapsing onto while Blair tried to stop the bleeding head wound.
"You?"
Nikita directed the cold word at Bowen who straightened his back and glared at Nikolai who was a head taller than Bowen.
"Ah! I hurt the kid. I hurt him because of you. He is mine but he won't accept it and keeps going to others when he should only be looking at me!"
Nikolai didn't say anything. Not a word left his pale lips as he stepped up to Bowen till the man was forced to look up at him.
"Arthur is not yours. He never was yours nor will he ever be yours. He is mine…he was born to be mine from the very beginning. You are dealing with something you are unable to face and I suggest you run now…run far Bowen and do not look back at this house."
Bowen squared his shoulders and spat on Nikolai's boot in answer.
"Wrong answer worm."
Before anyone could comprehend what was happening Nikita slipped a dagger from his jacket and swiped Bowen's feet out from under him, dropping on top of the Welsh man with the dagger at the boy's throat.
"I told Arthur to beware men with knives…he didn't listen and still let me get close. I can show you though, I can show you why you don't mess with what is mine. I can cut your jewels off…or I could stab different parts of your body till you eventually die. Don't worry though, no one will find your body…ever."
Blair and Conner sat quietly as they stared at the obviously deranged boy. They didn't know if this boy was good for Arthur but if he was willing to go so far for the lad then he couldn't be all bad. Certainly more than they could say for Bowen.
"Nikolai, you don't want to do this…don't waste your life on this man."
Everyone glanced at Blair who stood tiredly and walked over. The smirk on Bowen's face made him sick but he took pleasure in uttering his next words.
"No one here would mind if I wasted my life on him though. Let me be the one to kill him."
Nikita scowled up at the older man.
"Why should I? Are you trying to say your better than him? You're a drunk who periodically beats up his younger brothers out of SPITE!"
As he spoke, the nip of the knife dug into the flesh of Bowen's collar bone making the man flinch and finally start to show some fear. Blair glared down at Nikolai but he couldn't say anything back…everything was true.
"I am saying because I am no better than him, let me do it!" his protest only earned him a laugh from the tall Belarusian.
"None of you deserve him…none of you deserved Arthur or his love! I don't know his past…I don't know what you did but I can see it in his eyes. All of you should have protected him. Instead….instead you hurt him, allowed others to hurt him and became friends with a psychopathic who became obsessed with your beloved little brother! Did you never notice the scars on his back?"
He flipped the blade in his hand so it was away from Bowen and showed the edge to Blair.
"I saw the marks. I know what made them was a blade and I know he took it all silently for you! I will protect him. I will stalk him, control him from the dark and kill all that would hurt him. One day…one day he will look only to me after I have removed all evil from his life."
"Then how are you any better than us!" Bowen shouted desperately.
"I am better then all of you because I won't hurt him nor will I try to hide him from the world. As long as 'I' know he is mine then it is fine."
On the final word, he drove the blade into Bowen's shoulder. The man screamed as the blade pierced flesh and bone only to have the knife ripped out once more, blood welling up in the puncture.
"Get out of here and don't you ever come near me or this family again. Next time I see your face I will slice it clean off."
He climbed off of the man's chest and laughed loudly as he scrambled out of the room like a roach. As soon as they heard the door slam signaling their freedom from Bowen, Nikolai turned on Blair and Conner.
"I can't harm either of you because it would hurt Arthur but I promise you this, if you hurt him ever again I will come back and take him away from here forever no matter what…even if I have to threaten to kill you to make him come."
Conner smiled softly.
"I told him to find someone who could love and protect him…I guess he did."
As soon as he finished his sentence, he slumped over onto the couch passed out from the blood loss.
"Conner!"
"He's fine, it's blood loss. We need to cover something though…you can't let Arthur know I found him. He thinks his beloved protector/stalker saved him and you won't change that."
Blair folded his arms over his chest and smirked.
"Okay…I'll keep your secret but in return…you will tell him it was you eventually."
Nikolai raised one silver brow.
"And why should I do that?"
"Because soon, an important date will come up and you'll be wanting to reveal yourself. You'll know the date when it comes up and if you miss it…well, let's just say things will get awfully painful for you if you miss this date."
Nikita scowled and pulled his phone from his pocket.
"Fine…I am going to head home and change then I will return here for Arthur. I am spending the night, you will just say you called me after a mysterious man dropped him off."
Blair nodded and listened as Nikita gave orders in Russian to his siblings, asking them to have a change of clothes, his jacket and the presents they had bought for Arthur ready for him when he walked in the door. Snapping his phone shut, he turned away from the red head who walked over to his brother and lifted him to place him in his own room.
As Nikita reached the doorway, he noticed the beautifully wrapped present he had given to the blonde on the floor luckily undamaged except for a few blood stains.
"Thank goodness…you are safe."
He lifted the box and placed it on a stand in the hall before continuing out the door, he knew the path down to the park well by now and quickly found his bike, climbing on and kicking it into gear, spinning around to drive home. His thoughts centered completely on the his precious blonde.
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Blair lifted Conner gently, supporting the lanky male carefully as he headed upstairs and toed open the door that belonged to the Irishman. He smiled looking about the room which was a lovely shade of green with a paler carpet and a black bed spread. The only thing odd was the strange puffin plushy sitting on the bed. Shrugging and laying the golden red head on the bed, he leaned down to press a kiss to the boy's forehead before turning away. A picture on the night stand caught his eye though.
It showed Conner with a silver haired boy dressed in brown. They were both holding matching stuffed animals but the most stunning thing was the way Conner had his arms intimately around the younger's waist, his chin balanced on the blushing boy's head as they smiled for the camera. Well, Conner smiled, the boy stared blankly at it as though he could care less.
Other pictures of the boy were on the night stand, some of them showing him and Conner, others showed him with an Asian teen with bushy brows.
"Oh…I guess now I know why you have been so happy. You both went ahead and found someone to love…leaving your poor older brother behind."
He wasn't expecting a soft answer to sound from the bed.
"You can have that too…he loves you."
Blair flinched, his grip tightening on the frame.
"He hates me and he is right to do so. I pushed him away when he tried to prove that he would be there for me…I have no right to love him."
"It's because you think like that that you feel so hurt. You won't listen to me then fine but he's not going to wait forever."
Blair set the frame down and left the room, pausing when he got to the door.
"Get some rest…your injured and I have to check on Arthur."
He closed the door behind him and walked across the hall to Arthur's room only to find the door locked. He twisted the handle until the locked snapped, promising himself he would fix that later before pushing hard on the door until the dresser finally budged enough to let him in. He pushed it back to its original space and looked around the Union Jack covered room.
Arthur's room was covered in the British design but that wasn't the only thing noticeable. There were also many different figurines featuring Fairies, Pixies and Unicorns. The largest thing was an old unicorn plushy sitting on the bed looking sad without its usual companion. He picked up the toy and petted the soft fur, noting each hard spot caused by tears or blood. It hurt to see the toy…he had bought it for Arthur long ago.
Tucking the plushy under his arm, he headed to his own room decorated with the Scottish flag. Sure enough, the beautiful blond lay serenely against the light blue bed spread covered by the darker blue comforter. His cheeks were tinted red and he was curled tightly around himself but overall, he was breathing.
Blair walked over and sat down on the bed, petting Arthur's hair.
"My beautiful, strong little brother…so precious and sweet but covered in darkness at the hand of your trusted sibling…"
Pulling the covers off of Arthur, he climbed in with him and pulled the boy to his chest, not caring that Nikolai would probably return soon…he just wanted to hold his beloved little brother.
This is how they were found by Nikolai who silently let himself in. He stared at the two siblings, curled together in comfort before climbing in on the other side of Arthur so that they were both holding him. It was comfortable and warm…that's what Arthur thought as he dreamt of unicorns and pixies and becoming an angel.
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Sooooooo, there ya go!
I hope you all enjoyed my conclusion to the Bowen ark, now we will have some moving on, development of other characters and some revelations in relations!
The Pairings so far are Nikita(Belarus)/Arthur(England) and Conner(Ireland)/Nikolaj(Iceland) if anyone has any other suggestions do NOT hold back! PLEASE TELL ME IN YOUR REVIEW!
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