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IV
Reunion
Anthony and Dylan
As he rendered the third attacker unconscious, Anthony heard Dylan scream to him for help. He turned towards her and was surprised to see that she was sprawled on the ground and a fourth thug was running towards him. Without so much as blinking, Anthony kicked the man in the stomach. Then, while the thug was kneeling on the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain, he hit the side of the thug's head with his cane.
With all the thugs unconscious, Anthony strode over to Dylan and knelt down to examine her.
Her hands were scraped and bruised slightly. There was a cut just above her eyebrow that was still bleeding slightly.
Touching her hair briefly, Anthony lifted the unconscious woman into his arms. He walked back to the parking structure, using an entrance that was away from the main street. At her car, he set Dylan on her feet while he got the car keys in her jacket pocket. He unlocked the passenger side door and set her in the seat gentle. He then walked around to the driver's side and got into the seat. He started the car and drove out of the parking structure as fast as he could. As he was driving down the freeway to Dylan's house, she slumped over onto Anthony's shoulder. He glanced down at her and then pressed the pedal down to gain more speed.
Once at the house, he parked in the garage so he could get her into the house without the neighbors noticing them. He walked over to the other side of the car and lifted Dylan up into his arms again. Then he turned and walked into the house, being careful not to hit Dylan's head against the doorway or walls.
Walking into her room, Anthony lay Dylan down on the bed. Then he leaned his cane against the nightstand and hurried into the bathroom so he could clean Dylan's wounds. He easily found the medical supplies and he soaked a washcloth in hot water before getting the medicine and going back into the room
After he wiped the blood away from her face and forehead, Anthony found he couldn't resist the urge, and he softly pulled some hair from Dylan's head. He rubbed the hair over his cheek and then sniffed it deeply. His fetish thus satisfied, he quickly put the hair into his jacket pocket and then returned to treating Dylan's wounds. Once he was done, Anthony pulled off her shoes and covered her with the comforter that had been folded on the edge of the bed. Then he walked over to the sliding door that led out to the balcony and looked out, keeping watch over Dylan once again.
Dylan
I came out of unconsciousness with a vicious headache. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized that I wasn't laying on the ground at the alley in Santa Monica. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my on my bed in my house. I was really confused now, how did I manage to get from that alley to here? I turned to look out the window, and I saw Anthony standing at the balcony, smoking a cigarette.
So that really had been him fighting the thugs in the alley. I slowly sat up and turned to get off the bed, when he turned and saw that I was awake.
We stared at each other for awhile. Me sitting on the edge of my bed and him in the sliding glass doorway to my room.
"You're alive," I managed to say after a few moments.
Anthony nodded curtly.
"Thank you," I then said, standing up and walking towards him.
He raised his eyebrow as if to ask why?
"For saving my life," I answered, smiling. When he shrugged, I said, "Why don't we go get something to eat? I'll bet you're hungry." I glanced down at my shirt, which had blood on it, and then said, "Let me change my shirt before we go." I hurried to my closet and grabbed the first blouse I saw. As I changed into it, the medallion of Anthony's necklace hit my shoulder. I pulled the clean blouse on and then took off the necklace, putting it into my pant pocket.
I walked back into the room and saw that Anthony was looking out the window again. As I walked towards him, he turned to me. When I got close to him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He buried his hand in my hair and I waited to feel the sting of him ripping some of the hair out.
Instead of doing that, Anthony then took his hand out of my hair and put it around my back. He then let go of my wrist and supped my cheek with his free hand. Now we were just inches apart from each other and I could see the desire and longing in his blue.
My heart pounding like crazy, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I couldn't resist the temptation, and one of my fingers snaked up to lightly touch his hair. I then looked up into his eyes again and he quickly closed the gap between us, kissing my lips possessively.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted. Once his lips meet mine, all coherent thoughts are gone from my mind. I do remember that we broke apart at one point for a quick breath of air, and then we kissed again. After awhile, we stopped kissing and Anthony gave a kind of joyful yelp. Then he pulled me close again and rubbed his cheek against mine, sighing deeply. I closed my eyes tightly while he that, just relishing the contact of his skin against mine.
We probably would have stayed like that all night if the clock on my nightstand hadn't beeped the hour, six o'clock. I turned my head and looked at the time. Sighing, I looked back at Anthony and said, "We should get going."
I drove over to a local fast food place that was near my house. After getting our dinner (Anthony had a pen and a pad of paper, he wrote down what he wanted to eat), I drove to a nearby park where I knew we would have privacy to talk.
At the park, I sat down at a picnic table and Anthony sat down next to me. We quickly ate and when I returned to the table after throwing away the trash, I got his necklace from my pocket. "I thought you'd want this back," I said, holding the necklace out to him.
He touched the medallion briefly, then shook his head and closed my hand around it. He wrote something down on his pad of paper and handed it to me.
I read it, "You keep it, it may protect you," and smiled. Then I put the note down and looked at Anthony. "Do you know who those men were that attacked me?" I asked.
He turned to his paper and started to write quickly. He handed me to note and then pulled a piece of paper from inside his jacket.
"I don't know who they were, but I got a letter threatening you and me two months ago." I read the note and then read the letter Anthony handed to me.
"You may have survived the Carmel mission explosion, but you and that red-haired Angel will pay for what you've done. Expect to hear from me in the future, and you'd best be prepared to fight once you do.
J"
IV
Reunion
Anthony and Dylan
As he rendered the third attacker unconscious, Anthony heard Dylan scream to him for help. He turned towards her and was surprised to see that she was sprawled on the ground and a fourth thug was running towards him. Without so much as blinking, Anthony kicked the man in the stomach. Then, while the thug was kneeling on the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain, he hit the side of the thug's head with his cane.
With all the thugs unconscious, Anthony strode over to Dylan and knelt down to examine her.
Her hands were scraped and bruised slightly. There was a cut just above her eyebrow that was still bleeding slightly.
Touching her hair briefly, Anthony lifted the unconscious woman into his arms. He walked back to the parking structure, using an entrance that was away from the main street. At her car, he set Dylan on her feet while he got the car keys in her jacket pocket. He unlocked the passenger side door and set her in the seat gentle. He then walked around to the driver's side and got into the seat. He started the car and drove out of the parking structure as fast as he could. As he was driving down the freeway to Dylan's house, she slumped over onto Anthony's shoulder. He glanced down at her and then pressed the pedal down to gain more speed.
Once at the house, he parked in the garage so he could get her into the house without the neighbors noticing them. He walked over to the other side of the car and lifted Dylan up into his arms again. Then he turned and walked into the house, being careful not to hit Dylan's head against the doorway or walls.
Walking into her room, Anthony lay Dylan down on the bed. Then he leaned his cane against the nightstand and hurried into the bathroom so he could clean Dylan's wounds. He easily found the medical supplies and he soaked a washcloth in hot water before getting the medicine and going back into the room
After he wiped the blood away from her face and forehead, Anthony found he couldn't resist the urge, and he softly pulled some hair from Dylan's head. He rubbed the hair over his cheek and then sniffed it deeply. His fetish thus satisfied, he quickly put the hair into his jacket pocket and then returned to treating Dylan's wounds. Once he was done, Anthony pulled off her shoes and covered her with the comforter that had been folded on the edge of the bed. Then he walked over to the sliding door that led out to the balcony and looked out, keeping watch over Dylan once again.
Dylan
I came out of unconsciousness with a vicious headache. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realized that I wasn't laying on the ground at the alley in Santa Monica. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my on my bed in my house. I was really confused now, how did I manage to get from that alley to here? I turned to look out the window, and I saw Anthony standing at the balcony, smoking a cigarette.
So that really had been him fighting the thugs in the alley. I slowly sat up and turned to get off the bed, when he turned and saw that I was awake.
We stared at each other for awhile. Me sitting on the edge of my bed and him in the sliding glass doorway to my room.
"You're alive," I managed to say after a few moments.
Anthony nodded curtly.
"Thank you," I then said, standing up and walking towards him.
He raised his eyebrow as if to ask why?
"For saving my life," I answered, smiling. When he shrugged, I said, "Why don't we go get something to eat? I'll bet you're hungry." I glanced down at my shirt, which had blood on it, and then said, "Let me change my shirt before we go." I hurried to my closet and grabbed the first blouse I saw. As I changed into it, the medallion of Anthony's necklace hit my shoulder. I pulled the clean blouse on and then took off the necklace, putting it into my pant pocket.
I walked back into the room and saw that Anthony was looking out the window again. As I walked towards him, he turned to me. When I got close to him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He buried his hand in my hair and I waited to feel the sting of him ripping some of the hair out.
Instead of doing that, Anthony then took his hand out of my hair and put it around my back. He then let go of my wrist and supped my cheek with his free hand. Now we were just inches apart from each other and I could see the desire and longing in his blue.
My heart pounding like crazy, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I couldn't resist the temptation, and one of my fingers snaked up to lightly touch his hair. I then looked up into his eyes again and he quickly closed the gap between us, kissing my lips possessively.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted. Once his lips meet mine, all coherent thoughts are gone from my mind. I do remember that we broke apart at one point for a quick breath of air, and then we kissed again. After awhile, we stopped kissing and Anthony gave a kind of joyful yelp. Then he pulled me close again and rubbed his cheek against mine, sighing deeply. I closed my eyes tightly while he that, just relishing the contact of his skin against mine.
We probably would have stayed like that all night if the clock on my nightstand hadn't beeped the hour, six o'clock. I turned my head and looked at the time. Sighing, I looked back at Anthony and said, "We should get going."
I drove over to a local fast food place that was near my house. After getting our dinner (Anthony had a pen and a pad of paper, he wrote down what he wanted to eat), I drove to a nearby park where I knew we would have privacy to talk.
At the park, I sat down at a picnic table and Anthony sat down next to me. We quickly ate and when I returned to the table after throwing away the trash, I got his necklace from my pocket. "I thought you'd want this back," I said, holding the necklace out to him.
He touched the medallion briefly, then shook his head and closed my hand around it. He wrote something down on his pad of paper and handed it to me.
I read it, "You keep it, it may protect you," and smiled. Then I put the note down and looked at Anthony. "Do you know who those men were that attacked me?" I asked.
He turned to his paper and started to write quickly. He handed me to note and then pulled a piece of paper from inside his jacket.
"I don't know who they were, but I got a letter threatening you and me two months ago." I read the note and then read the letter Anthony handed to me.
"You may have survived the Carmel mission explosion, but you and that red-haired Angel will pay for what you've done. Expect to hear from me in the future, and you'd best be prepared to fight once you do.
J"