"Dont worry, its nothing serious." Kunter smiled to the nervous child who sat beside him, a little boy of ten years holding his red arm while his mother stroked his curly red hair. "Its just poison ivy. Here." With a grin, he handed over bottle of cream to the mothers hands.
"Apply this twice a day for a week. It should start going away." Crouching a little, he taped the sniffling boys nose with his finger lightly. "And don't you be playing with those leafs alright?"
When the boy nodded, Kutner pushed himself back up right and began to fill out the rest of his chart when the door to his exam room slammed open. All three jerked as they faced the intruder.
"You lied!"
Kutners jaw dropped when Taub shook his book in his face. He stuttered but Taub slammed the book on the counter, his face covered in out rage. The mother gripped her child tightly, her eyes wide. Kutner quickly gave her a uneasy smile before excusing himself, walking over to push Taub out.
"What are you doing?" He hissed, closing the door behind him. "You could of made that boy pee himself!"
"Oh..sorry. Well you lied to me." Taub stated, his arms crossing.
"About?"
"You said that was the whole book. I read that whole thing and its missing a few chapters! You stopped right when the fight was about to start!"
Kutner stood there for a moment before a grin covered his face. "You...read my book?"
Taubs cheeks went a little pink before giving a shrug, his eyes looking away. "I was bored."
Kutner just smiled happily, feeling a little pride in his chest. "Well, if you want to know, the next chapters are back at my house. I havn't printed them out yet."
"Well Print them." Taub huffed before turning away. Kutner itched his cheek before calling out, "How about I just e-mail them to you?"
Taub just gave a way of his hand as he returned to the elevators he rode down on. With a whistle, Kutner turned back to the exam room, returning to the frighten family. Hopefully he got home on time today.
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"They're here."
James lifted his head a little from Gregs shoulder to glance up to the offending sky. The once clear blue was now a a storming gray, hinting a chance of rain in the moist wind. James gripped Greg tighter, his arms threatening to block off his air ways. "I don't want to go back." He whispered, his eyes a plea. Greg watched the storm clouds gatherer and lay over head before watching two object, figures slowly become solid. His arms hugged James closer, his fingers burying themselves into those thick brown locks. He sudden felt rage, fear... He didn't want to let James go, he didn't want anyone else to touch him, to take him.
He wanted James at his side and his side alone.
A crash of lightening and Greg let his arms loosen. James whimpered, not wanting to be let go but Greg forced his hand. Quickly he stood, pulling James to follow suit, forcing James to let his neck go. The lost of Gregs heat and scent made James heart sink, but his older friend only grabbed his arm and pushed him back, placing James behind him. James peeked over his friends shoulder, trying to see what or who was coming. Something hot stung his fingers making James hiss and jump back, his finger tips pulsing red. He looked to them before looking to Gregs back, where he was touching. Greg stood there, strong and tight, his arms at his side, his fingers curled into fists. His body burned, it seemed his outline was glowing blue. He could not see the others face but he watched in shock as Gregs shoulders trembled, is body started to shake.
Greg let out a shout as the back of his shirt was ripped, spreading wide his black wings. They towered over their heads and flexed with such power James almost fell to his rump in fright. Greg's true power, a power that made James scared. For a moment, doubt laid in James mind.
"Stay behind me." Greg hissed, he didn't look to see if James nodded but simply stood, rooting himself to the ground.
Two figures dropped before him, gracefully touching the grassy floor. Their white wings spread wide, their clothing russeling against their bodies from the the harsh wind.
" Greg." Mathew spoke coldly. Greg tipped his head in a mock bow, his fangs flashing in his smirk. "Looks like you brought a friend." Greg stated, his eyes trailing to the next angel, seeing him stand soild and stiff, those cold green eyes narrowing.
"Albert, you still kissing the lords ass now a days or did you finally get that promotion?"
Alberts pressed lips twitched for a second before his face returned to its calm state. "Greg." He said slowly, his arms crossing behind his back. "I see you have not changed. Still head strong and taking things that are not yours."
"What can I say? I'm greedy."
Albert 'hm' at the responds before letting out a deep sigh. "Return James to us Greg and we will leave you in peace."
"Can't do that." Greg mused before reaching back. Grabbing James arm tightly, he pulled the young one forward into his back, lifting his arm, placing James hand before his lips. "I grown... quite close to him." Parting his lips, he licked at James Knuckles, feeling the younger man shiver against his spine, all while watching Mathews eyes wide in out rage.
"Do not defile his body!" Mathew took a step but Alberts arm shot out, stopping him. "James return to us this moment!"
"He's not going anywhere." Greg growled, his fingers curling into James hand. Behind him the young one began to pant, his heart racing in fear. He didn't know what was going on, what was happening. He just wanted them to go away, he just wanted to go away,
"Demon." Albert spoke, pushing Mathew back slowly. "If you mark him, I will rip your very soul from your body." Greg gasped dramatically before whispering, "Well.. when you put it that way... Come and get me." With a laugh he bit into James hand making the young man cry out. Sharp pain burned threw James fingers, he tried to rip is hand from Gregs mouth but the more he struggled, the deeper Greg pushed his fangs.
Mathew shouted in protest while Albert snarled. They watched in horror as blood dripped down Gregs chin, the tears falling down James tightly closed eyes. Opening his mouth, Greg licked the wounds slowly before letting the younger ones arm go, letting James fall back, hugging his hand tightly. "W-Why?" He whispered, it burned. Like a match rolling up along his arm. Why did Greg hurt him?
"Now he's mine."
Looking up, threw his tear filled eyes, James watched Greg slowly wipe the blood from his snarling lips, his wings stretching back, trapping James in a box of leather and bone. "Leave, you can not break the mark I've placed."
Looking back down, James lips parted in awe as his hand began to heal. The gaping pulsing wounds began to close and heal, leaving behind black scars. He was marked... His fingers moved slowly before a blush began to touch his cheek. He thought he wold never be so happy to be bitten by a demon...
Albert took a deep breath before raising his arm. "I can not break it." He stated, with a narrow glance, his fingers tightened into a fist causing his palm to glow orange. A pulse ripped in the air making Greg step back a little, his arms spread out a little as if to block James from the sight. Light shined and with a shout, Albert thrust his arm out to his side and like a snap, flames lashed out from his hand, licking at the air before they formed and became solid. A blade placed in his hand, he tilted it forward and pointed the tip to Gregs face.
"But if I kill you, then the bond will be broken."
Greg hissed out his body glowing red. They stood off, green eyes to blue. James never knew true fear and worry like he did now, watching Greg stand before him. Willing to fight, willing to die... Just to protect him.
Albert moved and Greg dashed. To the human eye, you could not see but to theirs. To James, he could see. Every thrust and slash of Alberts blade, every dodge and block. He wanted to stop this. Pushing himself up, he took a step but his arm was snatched. Mathew smiled happily, his face covered with relief and fear. "Oh James, finally we can get you home." He whispered.
"Y-You can't." James explained, his arm struggling to pull away from his tight grip. But Mathew held on, his eyes wide. "Do not worry young one. Once Albert spills Gregs blood, you will be free to return home."
"Nay!" James cried, pulling away. "Do not hurt him!"
"What is wrong James, do not tell me you have feelings for that demon!" James bowed his head a little, his face red. "H-He is not bad Mathew, he was once one of us."
"But he's a fallen soul James, he has no heart, he should not touch a pure like you."
"But you can?"
Mathew was taken aback a little from the comment, a weak smile touching his face. "W-What do you mean?"
James hugged his marked hand to his chest, his eyes glaring in outrage at Mathew. "Greg told me, He told me everything you had done to him. You threw your friend before the eyes of the lord and dark master in order to save your own soul. If you ask me Mathew, you should not touch me."
Mathew stood there in shock before his face twisted in rage. "You are coming home James, may the father have mercy on your soul!" He lunged and James voice ripped out in a scream. He did not want to go back, "Greg!"
Mathew was struck hard, sending him back. Striking the ground with his shoulder, Mathew covered his bleeding jaw, his body shaking from the sudden attack. James looked up, hope that Greg had come to his rescue shining in his eyes.. What he saw instead made him frown in disbelief and shock.
"You should not use the lords name in vain."
Lucas stood up slowly, his wings folding onto his face. He grinned down at Mathew, his fist glowing blue. With a grunt, Lucas jabbed, slamming his foot into Mathews gut, kicking him back, knocking him across the field, pushing him away from James.
James just stood there shocked, his back pressed up against the bark of a tree. Did another demon just save him?
"Th-Thank you." He muttered but Lucas back at him with a glare. Spitting on the ground, he looked back, his arms crossing over his chest. "I didn't do it for you." He claimed.
"....Well still. Thank you."
Lucas gave a shrug before smiling, watching the battle before him. "Come on Greg!" He shouted, "Kick his ass!" He pumped his fist in the air. Was he...cheering? Looking James heart sank when Greg was struck by the blade against his arm, sending him to the ground below. He moved to help but Lucas stopped him with his arm. "He's fine." Lucas smirking, watching Greg raise back to his feet and launching into the air again.
"Greg..." James whispered, hugging his hand tightly to his chest.
"That's my man." Lucas purred making James heart stop. "Your....man?"
Lucas looked to James for a second before giving him a brow raise. " Yes and once he becomes a true demon. He will be my mate in the eyes of all."
"Mate...." James breathed out, feeling himself so numb, go cold. "James." Lucas purred, his hot breath making against his ear made James shoulders tremble, his eyes began to water. "Even with that mark on your hand... Greg will never be yours."
"For he was mine first."
