OMGOSH! Finally chapter 11! I am so sorry for the massively big DELAY in this chapter. I had started it a few weeks ago and I had no idea where to go from there. So I've been procrastinating a little but finally here it is! Chapter 11 of Different Kind of Love!I want to thank everyone who has reviewed so far, who has added this story to their faves who are watching it or who are just plain reading. You guys ROCK!

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The plane ride back to Russia, for Tala, was long and anxious. He often shared glances with Boris, who sat opposite him, and would also break the glance and stare out of his tiny window. He was overly worried for Chadwick; who was still tied in the sack on the floor next to Boris.

He couldn't do anything to release his lover. If he were to make one move out of his seat, other than to the toilet, the consequences could be fatal for him… and for Chadwick. He kept taking quick glances to the sack to make sure that Chadwick wouldn't wake and go into hysterics.

Tala sighed, with worry, and continued to stare out of the tiny window next to him. He watched the grey clouds zip by as they entered the boarders of Russia from Asia. They hadn't stopped to refuel the jet, since the jet went faster than any other plane. Boris's boss certainly had a lot of money to throw around on luxuries such as this.

Tala closed his ice blue eyes and bit his bottom lip. 'I hope that Wolborg and Sheila are okay. I wonder if help arrived in time to save Sheila. Chad would be so heartbroken if she didn't survive.' He mentally growled at himself for thinking such things. Of course Sheila would be okay! Of course help had arrived on time! 'I have to stay strong… for Chad.' He gritted his teeth and jolted his eyes open when he felt the plane descending slowly.

Boris nodded to one of the abbey guards and had Chadwick thrown in a seat and buckled in. He was still unconscious. Boris smirked and watched as Tala sat with so much anxiety. He was going to have much fun exacting the consequences on the red haired young man across from him.

'With Chadwick in our grasp we can command Tala in any which way we please.' He gave sadistic smirk and glanced at the sack as it began to move slightly. The fluid was starting to wear off. Boris could only hope they arrived at the abbey before the drug ceased to have any effect on the unconscious young man.

He gave a dirty snarl and kept his eyes on the sack next to him that continued to move about slightly with groans muffled from the material. He closed his aging blue eyes and licked his top lip.

'I wonder how Voltaire will react to this' He smirked. He was sure to get a handsome reward for this. Having brought back Tala for his punishment and also, by fluke, finding an ex student of the abbey that Tala was staying with.

'Tala probably didn't even know he was an ex student. Though I am not surprised how he feels towards Chadwick… They always had a close bond, after all.' In his mind a sadistic cackle could be heard. He just sat there with a smirk on his thin, pale, lips.

Tala watched Boris's face as it twisted between smirks and snarls. He could never understand his mentor. Nor did he ever want to. But what was going through his sick and twisted mind couldn't be good for a continuous smirk to reside on his lips.

'He'd better not hurt Chad. That'll be the last thing he'll ever do after I'm through with him.' Tala gritted his teeth and assumed that Boris had seen him, for the smirk grew wider. 'Keep smirking you sick bastard! You'll get what's coming to you after all of this.'

Tala dug his nails into the sleeves of his jacket as the plane skid across the runway of the airport. He closed his ice blue eyes as the plane jolted a few times and finally began to slow to the terminal.

Of course it wasn't a public airport. It was a private runway of Boris's twisted boss. There had to be more to this than them just wanting Tala back.

'I really hope they only want me… I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to Chad…' His mind trailed off as Boris pulled him up from his seat and then led him through the door of the jet and down the stairs to the limousine waiting for them.

Tala looked back as one of the abbey guards picked the unconscious Chadwick, tied in the sack, up and slung him over their shoulder and followed Tala and Boris down the stairs to the limousine. Tala looked down at the ground as he was shoved in the vehicle.

He closed his ice blue eyes and bit his bottom lip as Boris sat opposite him with Chadwick propped up next to him. The abbey guard took his seat next to Tala and kept a firm eye on him. No chance of escape.

Boris nodded to the driver and the motor started. They drove from the runway back towards the abbey. Tala knew it couldn't be anywhere else they were going. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that refused to leave him be. He leaned back in the padded chair and sighed through his nostrils.

They drove through the snowy streets of Moscow for a time. He recognised it all too well. They were nearing the abbey. It was only a few blocks away. He felt his shoulders tense up and then he gripped at the knees of his pants.

Wolborg was back in Australia with Sheila and all of his friends were inside that rotten abbey. They were all waiting for he and Wolborg. Weren't they in for a surprise when they see that Wolborg isn't with him?

Tala kept his eyes closed so he didn't have to see the look on Boris's face. He knew the look all too well. If Boris smirked or chuckled… you were in trouble. He was sick and twisted.

'I still have all of those scars from that damned whip of his.' His mind trembled in which he found his own body beginning to tremble. He couldn't show this weakness in front of Boris! He was sure to be in for a belting of sorts from the twisted Russian man.

Boris smirked at Tala's trembling frame. "Fear not, young Tala. Your friends will all be there to watch your punishment. You can be certain of that." His voice trailed off and went deep all of a sudden. "I can guarantee you that Chadwick will suffer your punishment, also." He grinned when Tala took in a sharp breath. "Perhaps this will be a lesson not to double cross me, ever."

Tala shivered at the tone Boris used in his voice. It was low and deep. It was like a bear growl of sorts. No… it was worse!

Tala heard his own whimper and felt his shoulders racking harder from the amount of shuddering he was displaying. He bit his bottom lip and clamped his eyes shut as the limousine pulled into the courtyard of a dark, gloomy, building. It appeared to be very old and falling apart. It was often patched up every few months to ensure the building stay in tact.

For passer-bys and people who knew not of the abbey, it appeared as an average orphanage. Though it was usually off bounds to the general public. Only the rich and wealthy would come here to see the children for slavery or working around their overly ridiculous mansions. They abbey always had a profit.

~Tala's POV~

I remember being not even five years old when I was brought here. Or was I six? The time has gone slowly over the passing years. Each year is always different to the last. I remember mother abandoned me with my father, a drunken idiot. He often had me go to the store to steal for him.

That's when I met Bryan. He was the first I met of my friends. Though he was in a similar situation to myself. That's when Boris found us… Took us in to his abbey. I'll never forget those days.

Training for constant hours of the day until the late hours of the night. Though sometimes in the abbey we could never really tell the difference between night and day. To add to the constant grey clouds; inside the abbey was always dark, save for the artificial lights.

It can drive a person insane if not treated properly. I think we nearly went insane after a few years in that wretched abbey… If I didn't have the guys I would've gone insane long ago…

But now that Chadwick was at the abbey I can only wonder if I had forgotten him. He seems so familiar. As though we had met in the past… I can remember his scent from somewhere. But just because Wolborg is a part of me in a way it doesn't mean I'm turning into a wolf.

I know I feel familiar to him also. The intimacy we shared with one another… He's so beautiful. I can feel my eyelids getting light as they force themselves open.

Glancing at Boris, he sits there with that sadistic smirk on his face. Looking quickly to Chadwick, I can see him moving inside the sack. I can hear his whimpers. The sedative must me wearing off… Please, Chad, stay asleep for a while longer…

I can feel stinging at the back of my eyes. Are those tears? I can feel them forcing their way forward, I can feel them stinging my eyes… I can feel one roll down my cheek. I can't let Boris see! Shutting my eyes I bite my lip once again… Chad please hold on… Please…

~Normal POV~

The vehicle came to a halt outside of the abbey doors. Boris unbuckled his seat belt and nodded to the abbey guard to wait in the car with Tala. The driver came around to Chadwick's side and pulled him from the backseat and slung him over his shoulder and followed Boris.

Boris looked to Tala. "Try to escape and he will suffer." He sneered and got out of the car, three more abbey guards racing to the vehicle as the guard pushed Tala out of the limousine. He couldn't try to fight them…For Chadwick's sake. He had to keep him safe. At any cost.

The four abbey guards escorted Tala through the large abbey doors. He took one last glance as Boris and the driver took Chadwick to the main hall of the abbey to his boss's study. The doors slammed shut and Tala was enveloped by the darkness of the hall.

He could hear his own footsteps with the abbey guards as they walked down the long hallway towards the cells where the other students were kept. He was likely to be thrown into isolation after what he had done.

He shuddered at the thought. One of his friends had been trapped in isolation. It wasn't pretty. They were forced to stay in the darkness day in and day out. The only time he was allowed out was to train and to eat and go to the toilet. Nothing more than that. He had been kept in isolation for two years. After the second year the scientists analysing his status became worried for his health as it started to deteriorate.

Boris had him taken from isolation and put back in with his friends. Though they were all a little edgy towards him. He was quiet for a long time and often sent hard glares towards everyone. The sunlight hurt his eyes when they were allowed to roam around outside of the abbey. His skin was almost as pale as the snow. Though he recovered from his friends caring natures and he soon became bubbly, but not overly.

Tala gave a small smile and suddenly stopped when two of the four abbey guards led him to a door. This was it. He was going into isolation. He blinked when the guard on his left pulled out a set of keys. The key he displayed looked vaguely familiar.

The door was opened and he was shoved inside. He stumbled inside the room, noticing lights. He looked up and saw three figures sitting on three separate beds. There were two bunks in the tiny room. One of the top bunks was occupied by a short boy with indigo hair and ruby eyes.

Below him was a fairly built young man with rye blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. He had a chiselled face and his muscles were curved and toned. He gave Tala a glance before narrowing his rye eyebrows.

The last boy was the one Tala though back to. He sat on the opposite side of the two other boys on the bottom bunk. He had lilac hair with light jade green eyes. They appeared to be rather cold if anyone was too fearful to look beyond the coldness. Tala knew underneath his friend was really soft and comforting.

He looked up and between all of his friends. The short boy was the first to speak. "Where's Wolborg?"

Tala sent him a soft glance. He couldn't lie to them. Anyone but them… He bit his bottom lip and shook his head. "Wolborg… I had to leave him behind… In Australia." He looked up as they all took in sharp breaths. "I met someone." He gave a small smile.

The short boy nodded. "Boris had informed us you ran off. We didn't know what to think… I thought we were friends?" He slandered his eyebrows.

Tala shook his head. "Ian, it's not like that! You guys mean everything to me!" He pleaded.

The lilac haired boy snarled. "But obviously this 'someone' is far more important than your life long friends? Am I correct?"

Tala clenched his fists. "Bryan… I…" He then looked to the rye blonde haired boy as he stood up and approached the red head with caution. He had a worried look on his face. "Spencer…" He then sighed in aggravation. "I met an ex student from the abbey… Boris has him as we speak."

Bryan clenched his fists and crossed his arms over his chest. "Who might that be?" He asked. He didn't have a pleasant tone to his voice. He was more worried than angry.

Tala gritted his teeth. "Do you guys remember Chadwick…"

Spencer's eyes went wide. "Hiwatari?" He nodded when Tala did. "Yeah I remember him. Managed to escape. Lucky bastard."

Tala looked up. "He's been living in Australia all of this time. With his husky… Boris shot her in the shoulder." He growled. "That's why Wolborg is still there. He didn't want to leave Sheila. I didn't have a choice. It was either Wolborg or me…"

Bryan shook his head. "It was either Chadwick or you. Boris got you both in the end." He said, narrowing his thick, lilac, eyebrows. "Does Chadwick have anyone back in Australia he can depend on?"

Tala merely shrugged his shoulders and then remembered the photo he had seen. "A girl… and a woman." He looked to greet his friends confused stares. "I saw a photo of them… They must have been the ones who found Chad… They were the ones who probably took them in…" He then remembered he had Chadwick's number in his phone… He could phone whoever had Chadwick's phone… He just had to… For Chadwick's sake.

Inside the office Boris had taken the sack off of Chadwick and allowed him to fall to the carpet. He lay there twitching as the drug began to waver from his system. Boris then looked up to greet the face of an angry Voltaire.

Boris smirked. "I retrieved Tala, sir. He has been placed into his cell and will be dealt with shortly." He then reached down and picked Chadwick up by the scruff of his baggy red jumper and held him up. "Look at what else I found."

Voltaire's eyes suddenly went wide as Boris lolled Chadwick's head to the wide for a better view of his face. He recognised him all too well. "Where did you find him?" He sneered, standing from his chair and walking to Boris to stop in front of Chadwick.

Boris smirked. "I found him with Tala. They had no idea that he was an ex student. That is… until I told him." He grinned and let Chadwick's body fall to the floor.

The jolt woke the boy and he looked around. His eyes took a minute or so to adjust to the light. He felt carpet underneath him. He felt someone staring down at him. He got to his knees weakly and looked up. His amethyst eyes went wide.

He yelped and backed away, making a dash for the door. He banged his fists against its solid surface and turned, pressing himself against the mahogany door. He was going to hurt him again… He was going to whip him and torture him.

Chadwick shook his head as Boris neared. "Please…." He whimpered, his voice trembling and breaking. "Don't hurt me… I beg you." He stammered and screamed when Boris drove his fist into his abdomen. He gagged and fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for air. He then felt a hand grip his slate hair tightly and slam him against the door. He choked on a sob and shook his head.

Boris smirked sadistically. "Oh believe me, Chadwick. I'm going to do more than just hurt you." He turned to Voltaire as they grey haired man gave him the signal. "Time for you to join your beloved." He dragged Chadwick out of the office and down the halls, feeling his weight fall to the ground often after losing his footing.

He tugged at Chadwick's hair and led him further and further down the hall until they came to a steel door. He looked to an abbey guard that happened to pass by. "Unlock the door."

Chadwick's eyes suddenly went wide as the room was pitch black. He remembered this room… The isolation room. He screamed and tried to resist Boris's strong grip. He was then tossed in with the steel door slamming behind him and locking.

Chadwick shook all over and felt himself next to a wall and propped up against it. He brought his knees to his chest and rest his forehead on his knees and sat in the complete darkness of the isolation room, hearing nothing but the sounds of his own sobs and whimpers.

Oh noes! Poor Chaddie T_T Let's hope that help comes by soon to help him out of the isolation room! And now Tala had a lot of explaining to do to his friends. We'll have to wait and see for the next chapter!

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