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A00000000000000023: Callum's Influenza turned into something worse by the end. No, it had nothing to do with Godric climbing into their bed wet. (Callum's just tired of having to dry their bedding in the sun continuously so it doesn't mold) I blame the constant rain that falls over the island, he probably caught the illness during one of the many storms. You're right, there is no siren authority. But if other sirens found out that Godric broke the greatest rule and bonded with a human physically and spiritually, they would come for them. They don't care that Godric is only a half siren. To them, he is one of them and he must follow the rule without any disagreement. Sirens are always solitary unless they hunt together.
Think of it like this, trapped on a small island with glowing eyes behind more glowing eyes that follow every move you make from the sea. Surrounded by enemies that can't be reasoned with. Godric wouldn't be able to take them all on, they would tear him apart and Callum would be haunted nightly by eerie songs and nightmares, possibly losing Godric in the process, who would need to hunt meat, fish to survive. Our Godric can't survive on only fruit. With so many sirens too, they'd probably breach the seaside and cause hurricanes to form above the island. Sirens can still use their arms to crawl on land, dragging their tails behind them...and they're quick. This turned into a horror story fast, lmao. This won't happen to Godric and Callum though because honestly, neither one of them would survive that type of encounter and Godric knows this, that's why he kills every trespasser immediately.
Nurisiliel: Damn that broken notification button. Yes, the white vessel is a ship. Callum can't be changed into a hybrid but he will be able to receive other gifts in later chapters. :)
Thus, the two could swim in the vast depths of the ocean forever and ever until the end of time, when they need a cooling off from their island...
My aching heart! They should have a happy ending that sounds like that!
NoTFaMouUs: No, there's no sea witches that would help Callum, a sea which would probably try to eat him instead. I just wanna apologize in advance for what I'm about to do to our boys. :')
Shamelessly Reckless: Godric possibly overreacted in the beginning but by the end, Callum was really sick. It was influenza but evolved into something much worse. Things are gonna get sticky quick. I'm about to feel so bad for Godric and Callum. :'D
Guest: I'm sorry if it triggered any bad memories for you. We are moving into the horror aspect of this story and I'll put warnings in the beginning of the chapter when it gets bad.
That's Balderdash: I know, right. D:
Twix13: For a time yes, Godric will lose Callum. I don't want to spoil anything for you, though.
A/N: You get an early chapter and I'll be writing chapter 12 in the early hours of the morning! Sorry for any typos!
Warning: Callum is terrified.
"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
-Kahlil Gibran
Callum was delirious with fever despite floating in the cold embrace of the sea. He understood that Godric was searching for help. But how would someone help without discerning what his lover was? Callum couldn't allow Godric to put himself in danger for him. Hazel green eyes opened, only to squint from the bright golden light of the sun gleaming directly into his face.
His slanted eyes veered to behold a grand yacht floating in place beside him. He could hear a woman's delighted laughter from the deck but couldn't see her.
He was drifting in one spot, on the blue waves, strong arms were under him, holding him up. Full lips roamed over his cheekbone with a soft caress and the voice of Godric met his ears, distinguished and sad. "Come back to me, my heart."
"Godric?"
And suddenly, his hybrid was shouting for help. Callum's eyes enlarged with alarm and he twisted his features around to meet the mercury gaze of his husband only for the dark head of Godric to submerge into the deep blue next to him. "Godric?" Callum muttered with concern, he could feel his husband beneath the waves, under him. A single clawed palm pressed against his mid-back, keeping him afloat while a woman shouted out, "Oh my God!"
A deeper voice questioned, "What's wrong?"
"Darling, there's a man in the water!"
Callum in his delirium evaluated the chestnut-skinned man that entered his view with dark eyes wide. The woman was standing next to him, dressed in a sunflower sundress and white sunhat, her almond skin shone in the golden rays and they peered down at him as if he were a phantom.
He didn't realize his eyes closed until they were opening again when the man was entering the water and was swimming toward him. The "No." was pulled from his lips when the man grabbed him and the clawed hand of his lover was disappearing from his mid-back.
"I got you." The man expressed before heaving him back to the yacht and woman who waited above. Frantic eyes searched the rising and falling waves for the dark head and silver-blue eyes of Godric but the characteristics of his hybrid were never revealed to him.
When Callum was pulled from the ocean, multiple figures were piling around him, he drowned in their foreign voices and flinched from unfamiliar touches until the sweet relief of unconsciousness dragged him into darkness.
Beeping.
Several beeps disturbed his mind enough to pull him out of sleep. Callum immediately reached up and felt the strange tubes wrapped over his ears and under his nose. He pulled at the nasal cannula with bewildered thoughts, yanking it down to rest on his collarbone, he then brought his wrist up to study the IV needle embedded in the flesh of his wrist, fastened to him with white tape. He pulled the tape off and yanked the IV out, blood pooled on the white sheets and Callum sat up.
"Godric?"
The door opened to reveal a small brunette dressed in blue scrubs and holding a clipboard, she was not his husband. When her gaze fell on his conscious figure, she gasped and rushed forward, dropping the clipboard on the end of the hospital bed, she grabbed his bleeding arm with both hands. And he panicked, attempting to yank himself out of her hold, he instead pulled her with him, dragging her petite form over the bed as he tumbled off the side of the mattress and to the icy, white sheet tiled floor. Nausea churned his stomach during the short descent.
"Stop, you're in crucial stages of pneumonia!"
She was shouting as his side hit the floor, and a grunt escaped his throat, Callum was crawling around the bed, trailing drops of blood over the white tiles in foggy delirium. Frantic hazel eyes lifted to the sealed door that led out the small room when a weight slammed down onto his back. The small nurse attempted to wrestle him into the ground, tried to make him be still. It didn't work out for her, Callum lifted onto his knees then climbed to his feet while arms wrapped around his throat. He was thankful that others like her hadn't heard the racket that they were making, her shrieks and commands to 'stop moving!' were mixing with his grunts and shouts of 'get off me!'
Callum coughed raggedly, twisting around, bending forward, and flipping her body over his back and onto the bed, she stared up at him, flabbergasted and blinking while he turned and ran for the door. "Wait!" She shrieked as he flew through the doorway once he yanked it open, knocking into another nurse who was carrying a tray of blood samples, she released a cry of alarm, stumbling to the ground, the tray and vials clattering against the hard floor with different volumes and Callum cringed, reaching for the stunned woman, grabbing her by the upper arms, he lifted her with incoherent apologies. "You!" The outcry of the nurse in blue was standing in the doorway behind him, she was furious and shaking. Pointing a pale finger directly at his face, "Get back here!"
Callum turned and fled down the hall filled with empty beds, patients, and various equipment. He took a stairwell, running unsteadily down multiple flights of steps with bare feet, dressed in simple blue pajama pants and a white shirt made out of uncomfortable cotton that only hospitals used.
A door was opening below him and he glanced over the stair rail to see two security guards enter the stairwell with a voice coming through the two-way radio transceiver attached to their uniforms, the voice was talking about him attempting escape. Immediately, they were peering up at him, and Callum cursed, spinning with uncontrollable coughs racking his frame that brought tears to his eyes, he opened the door to the second floor as footsteps and voices echoed in the tight passage. They were calling out to him with orders to stop.
He ignored them and ran down another hallway with multiple, giant glass windows showing the outside world. A city. He was trapped in a hospital. In a city. With the ocean nowhere to be seen. Godric. He had to get back to Godric. Concentrating on the bond that connected them, he felt for his husband, and he was so far away, a flickering light in the distance but Callum could certainly follow it if he could escape the damn sanitarium.
Callum still felt like shit. His head hurt, his chest was tight and his breathing was harsh. His throat was raw, his body was shivering aggressively from the cold air, and he was drugged. Callum didn't know with what but it alleviated his fever and some of his delirium. The medicine in that IV bag certainly helped. What did the nurse say? Pneumonia? He certainly felt like he had it. His entire physique ached with fatigue and his sense of smell was gone.
He found another flight of stairs and scampered down to the ground floor, as soon as he departed the passageway, his eyes fell on the entrance to the ER. Callum ran onward, ignoring onlookers and a single guard sitting behind the desk, who was munching on a donut before he caught a glimpse of him and jumped to his feet, dropping the pastry onto the paper-covered desk. Callum evaded the heavy guard's arms, who had tried to block him off by ambling in front of the sliding doors.
And he was running into the vehicle-crowded parking lot with multiple security guards hounding his heels. Ones that were not like the guard eating the donut. These were fit, fast, and were swiftly gaining on him. In a last desperate attempt of escape, Callum withdrew from the parked vehicles and fled for the deep trees that lay across the highway. Thankful no vehicles were close by and he was able to run across the hot, black tar and enter the thick vegetation, his ears picking up the profanities of the guard that had gained the most ground on him. Callum picked up his pace, keeping his eyes in front of him and scanning the ground, he traveled through the thick lines of trees that parted swiftly to reveal streets and buildings of the city town to his blurry vision while he nearly hacked up a lung.
This was his city, he was in his 'hometown'
The private beach and dock that belonged to his father lay only a few miles away...where Godric possibly waited for him. Callum didn't linger after that thought.
The soles of his feet bled and he tracked bloody footprints down the sidewalk, passing antique shops and restaurants while unwanted eyes and whispers followed him. His awareness lingered on thoughts of his husband with worry and irritation. He wanted to strangle Godric for allowing strangers to take him back to land. What if they were serial killers? Ok, so Godric wouldn't know what that meant. He did know the meaning of kill though, after all, his lover did it well enough.
Callum seethed with anger. After their reunion, after he buried against his lover and kissed him until he was sick of it, he was going to wrap his fingers around the pale throat of Godric and choke him out.
But perhaps he had hoped too soon for a reunion with his hybrid. Callum tensed, coming to a stop when the sound of a patrol unit whooped behind him, he listened to the braking of the cop car, the tires coming to a stop. Panic was building, and he clenched his fists tightly by his sides.
Don't run. Don't run. Don't run.
"Hey, you." Callum didn't turn around and a car door opened, "I'm talking to you." The voice of the police officer spoke and Callum shuddered with a exhale before turning and defying every rational thought that circled his mind. Performing the worst thing he could do, he fled into a narrow alleyway between an Italian restaurant and a clothing store.
Footsteps were unexpectedly on his heels and he shrieked when the cop took him down immediately. With his cheek currently pressed against the dirty concrete, he gritted his teeth with a swear when his hands were yanked behind his back painfully, the cold stainless steel of handcuffs were clasped around his wrists, binding him and his body was racked with severe coughs.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney—" A set of black, boot-covered feet were entering his vision, furious hazel eyes glanced up, freezing when the barrel of a handgun was pointed down at him. "Put your weapon away, rookie! You don't have to pull your gun out for every situation!" The cop pressing a knee into his back was snapping before, "If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you."
And he was removing his weight from Callum, pulling him up to his feet by his shoulders, "He could have had a psychotic break, he attacked a nurse." The so-called rookie was replying while the older cop was turning him and leading him back to the parked unit.
She attacked me.
"And we'll get him the help he requires. He's injured and scared. What the hell is the police academy teaching you rookies these days?"
"I'm right here!" Callum snarled, turning his features to glare at the one nudging him, by his shoulder, through the narrow alleyway, only for the senior cop to push his head forward harshly. "Shut up!"
Callum wheezed raggedly when the cop opened the back door of the unit and shoved him inside.
I'm sorry, little love.
Releasing the building coughs, he rested his head against the window of the patrol unit, keeping his heavy gaze lowered as the two officers climbed into the vehicle.
He sat in the interrogation room, located deep inside the secure police department, heavy-lidded eyes were turned down, peering at his bandage-wrapped, cuffed hands that rested on the table. His bare feet were wrapped identically with the same white gauze. An untouched bottle of water rested on the table, there for him if he wanted it.
He was depleted, the adrenaline from earlier had altered into exhaustion.
"I'm going to ask again? What is your name?"
"I told you, Callum Dias."
"Callum Dias went missing over five years ago."
He stared at the cop with annoyance flashing over his exhausted features. The older man sighed and shook his head before opening the file in front of him.
"Age?"
"Twenty-one."
"Height?"
"Five feet and eleven inches, give or take."
"Father's name?"
"Rafael Dias."
"Mother's name?"
"Senna Dias."
"What's her maiden name?"
"Soetaert."
"What is your race?"
"Latino and caucasian."
The officer shook his head with disbelief before turning blue eyes back to Callum.
"Where were you?"
And Callum shut down, clenching his jaw and turning his glare away. It appeared that he and the officer wouldn't sleep tonight.
Not that he could get a restful night of sleep without Godric next to him anyway.
I was listening to the ocean
I saw a face in the sand
But when I picked it up
Then it vanished away from my hands, down
I had a dream I was seven
Climbing my way in a tree
I saw a piece of heaven
Waiting, impatient, for me, down
And I was running far away
Would I run off the world someday?
Nobody knows, nobody knows
I was dancing in the rain
I felt alive and I can't complain
But now take me home
Take me home where I belong
I can't take it anymore
I was painting a picture
The picture was a painting of you
And for a moment I thought you were here
But then again, it wasn't true, down
And all this time I have been lying
Oh, lying in secret to myself
I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf
-Runaway, Aurora
A/N: Callum has issues. Poor thing hasn't been around other humans for over five years. So of course he would suffer from adult separation anxiety when he isn't around Godric.
This is about to be Callum in that interrogation room. ┻━┻ ︵ ヽ(°□°ヽ)