Warnings: Language, Over-protectiveness, and a lot of meanness on my part

KYLE/WARREN

Closing Edge

Kyle

Wondering about supernatural entities and what they might to your lover/friends while you were in danger in the first place, many would suggest to get new friends and leave the lover behind. I Kyle Brooks on the other hand though, wouldn't give my friends or my lover Warren up for the world though. I was an outsider looking in on the world that wasn't able to accept who I am, just like a Walker, Werewolf, or a Vampire (though they could be pretty scary when they wanted to be). Along with the outsider attitude held over their heads though, came a danger, and no it wasn't the government this time coming after Warren or his pack.

This danger came from my own job however this time, and that was how I was sitting here in a park, my hands tied behind my back, a woman who looked like she was going to snap any minute, and a knife in her hand pointing straight at me.

"You ruined my family you blubbering idiot! You ruined me!" She yelled, flailing the knife all over the place.

"Now Charlotte, calm down. We can get you through this, I know we can." I said trying to reason with the former client of mine who'd gotten quite a good settlement, that I'd won, but she hadn't been happy enough. Apparently, letting her husband getting supervised visitation rights once a month for an hour was enough to make her want to kill me because I hadn't gotten gone hard enough on the man.

"Calm down! You little queer, you were probably screwing my husband, no wonder why you were so lenient on the bastard!" She screamed again, this time bringing the knife only an inch in front of my face. Years in the courtroom though had allowed me to conceal my emotions and with that knife in front of my face, my heart was beating a hundred miles a minute, on the outside though, I was cool as a cucumber.

"I'd treat people with respect mam, and I'd keep away from the screwing of another man. I do have a boyfriend, and doesn't like it when people threaten me." I said icily under my breath, meeting her gaze with a glare that would've done my former boss proud. He could stare anyone down.

"You're just a queer!" She yelled again, "A piece of dirt!" This time kicking me in the stomach sending me back into the metal pole of the swing set, in the empty, chilly November night. My head cracking against it, stars appearing out of nowhere. "You should just die along with the rest of the bastards on this planet that don't do enough to help people like me, who get hurt by their husbands." She breathed, sending chills up my spine, with the tone of her voice. I'd done almost everything I could of thought of to get that woman as much as possible, now just because she had the closest thing next to full custody, and not full-custody she wanted to kill me, because apparently I wasn't doing enough for her? I could barely hear what she was saying because it was so unbelievable!

Grabbing onto my head now though and trying to curl up into a ball to at least protect myself from any attack that might kill me indefinitely, I was feeling like everything was spinning.

"What? The little queer lawyer can't take a little pain?!" She asked, her voice so raspy with anger and ice that chills were racing down my back like they were in a relay race. Then I wonder how this will feel." She said, which was followed my a sharp pain to my leg that kept repeating and repeating the pain, ripping screams from my throat and sending torrents of water down my face. How was I so weak? God, I couldn't even defend myself from this woman who was stabbing me for no damn good reason!

"HEY, you! What are doing to him?!" A deep voice said, a clear tone of pure anger coming from the depths. The voice sounded familiar, yet I couldn't place who it was.

"None of your damn business!" Charlotte screeched, her voice going up to levels that shouldn't be possible even for a woman. The only good thing, the sharp repeating pain of being stabbed was gone, only replaced by a throbbing pain that was still white and ferocious.

"Attacking someone with a knife for no reason might be my business!" The voice said again, the maliciousness stirring. Dammit that voice sounded so damn familiar, and it sounded like the voice was over to my left. Peeking my head up from my knees for a bit, Charlotte was still in front of me the knife in her hands dripping with blood, my blood. Looking over to the left though, there was the last person I'd thought I'd be seeing.

"Die you queer!" I panicked, but there was nothing I really could've done, the knife was slicing across my face before I could even know it happened, the blood the only indicator that I'd been cut. The blur in front of my eyes though had everything in my head spinning though, and this time it wasn't just from the banging it on the pole. Though, that was the reason I suspected that I was having blackness swarming in on the edges of vision, which suddenly rushed in, but not before I saw Stephan our local friendly vampire drop Charlotte onto the ground, limp as a rag doll.

Warren

Ring Ring Ring

Phone was buzzing again, I lunged at it, hoping that is was Kyle calling to tell me where the hell he was. I was worried, something wasn't right, and the feeling I was getting from Kyle though the Mate Bond was scaring me more and sending my wolf almost over the edge. Looking at the caller I.D. now though, I saw it was Stephan. Why would he be calling me? If he needed something done, he would've called Mercy, then she would've called Mercy unless something happened again like last time.

"What is it Stephan?" I asked getting directly to the point, Kyle was missing, the mate bind was giving me some scary signals, and my wolf was about to go and tear something up.

"Warren before I say anything, please promise me you won't freak out." Stephan said, his voice surprisingly controlled and even.

"I promise not to freak out." I said, trying to figure out what Stephan might want to say to me that might send me over the edge.

"Kyle is on route to Adam's home right now, with some injuries but..." The rest of the words Stephan said weren't even heard, for I was already grabbing my jacket from the rack and heading to my truck and to Adam's and Kyle. Kyle was injured and whoever did injure him was going to pay for it, and pay for it big time.

-+Time+-

Sitting on Adam's fainting couch I was worried sick. As soon as I'd gotten their, I'd already seen Sam was heading upstairs where I wasn't allowed at all right now, my path being blocked by Stephan, Mercy and Darryl. It was driving me nuts though, my mate was up there dammit! He was hurt and there were other wolves around ready to take my mate from me. Must protect what's ours. My wolf said, egging me on to go up there and make sure my mate was alright, make sure he was safe, and make sure that he was mine, mine, mine!

My ears perked up though, the footsteps coming down the stairs, peeking my interest. Looking straight ahead of me and towards the stairs, Adam was the first one down, followed by Sam, both smelling like Kyle. Jumping off the couch, I ran over to the two, opening my mouth to see if was alright, but Adam's hand stopped me.

"He's doing just fine Warren, don't worry. Now get up there and look after him before you start a fight with someone down here." Adam said, waving my up the stairs, which I took three at a time following Kyle's scent to the guest bedroom and to the bed where my lover, mate, and boyfriend was laying. Three heavy quilts covering him head to toe, only his head that was pale as snow showing, and long bandage covering one of his eyes. My breath hitched, how could someone do this to my Kyle?!

"Warren?" I slightly weak and hazy voice called out , my ears perking up.

"Kyle, I'm right here, I'm right, no one's going to touch or hurt you anymore." I said, racing over to his side and stroking his hair trying to keep myself and Kyle calm. He sighed.

"I'm glad about that, since you better not leave me with a crazy woman who wants to kill me for no reason ever again." Kyle said, pushing his head into my hand. "Warren?"

"Hmm...?" I asked not wanting see what words would come out of my mouth, how dare someone try and kill my mate!

"I'm cold, can I have my favorite heater?" He asked, the slight smile tugging at his lips. I grinned, pulling the blankets up and over the both us, and settling my hands over him. Kyle wasn't leaving, and I wasn't leaving Kyle, no matter how much persuasion Adam tried using. "Warren, don't leave me." Kyle said under his breath, a hint of breakage coming into his voice.

My heart was almost tearing at the seams, "Kyle, I'd never leave you, and stop thinking yourself as weak. You're the strongest person I know. You put up with me and so much more everyday, and that's more strength than I have."

Kyle just sighed. "You always know the right thing say don't you?" Kyle mumbled. I smiled.

"Isn't that why you love me?" Kyle I could feel rolling his eyes like a five year old.

"It's so much more than that you idiot, now stop talking and start warming me up. I'm cold and blood loss isn't fun to deal with." He mumbled ending the conversation by pressing a quick light kiss to my lips then settling down and nuzzling into my chest, right where I wanted him, forever and always.

Humor- No

Romance/Sweetness- Yes (this lat part I wrote almost had me in tears I tell you!

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