CHAPTER TWO

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Warnings and disclaimer are in the first chapter

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Harrison paused on his work when he felt an oppressive presence that was started to become all too familiar for him. He had first sensed it on the night of his anniversary with Jimmy two weeks ago, but he had not been able to discern what it was or where it was coming from.

Setting aside his paperwork for a moment, Harrison used a bit of his blood to create a shikigami; a magical spirit that acted as his servants, then sent it out to scout around in hope to find the source of this oppressive presence. Hopefully it would find the source before everything went to Hell.

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"Harrison, are you all right?"

Harrison startled from his thoughts by his lover's voice. "I am sorry, what did you say?" the young man asked his older lover.

"Are you all right?" asked Jimmy. "You seem a bit out of it today."

Harrison wet his lips as he nodded. "I... I am fine... I just have a lot of things in my mind right now."

"Is it your work? Are you stressed out? Maybe you should take a break from it. I don't want you getting sick from stress." Jimmy was looking at him with concern in his sky blue eyes.

Harrison smiled at the man and assured him that he was not under any sort of stress. He felt a bit guilty for lying to his lover, but Harrison did not want to drag Jimmy into his problem. If this unknown presence ended up being something bad, he did not want his love in danger. He would never forgive himself if something bad happened to Jimmy.

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Harrison sat down on the couch in his apartment with a weary sigh. It had been two days since he had sent the shikigami out to find the presence and as he expected, it had no luck in finding anything, though he still sent it out every day just in case.

It was as if the presence did not want to be found or worse, it was keeping itself hidden until it found the opportunity to strike.

Silently telling himself to stop dwelling in such dark thoughts, Harrison stood up and went over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot chocolate. That warm beverage always did wonder for his frazzled nerves. But just before he could pick the cup and took it to the living room, a sudden pain assaulted his back, causing the young man to double over and spasm uncontrollably. He gripped the counter tightly and forced himself to breathe through the pain. Slowly the pain faded until he was able to regain control of his legs and forced himself to stagger to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Harrison pulled his shirt over his head and turned so that his back faced the mirror. There was no evidence of any injuries that could have caused the debilitating pain on his back, but he did notice that his tattoos were shimmering with a soft blue light.

Deciding that he had more than enough drama for one night, Harrison left the bathroom to retrieve his cooling mug of chocolate and drank it away before he went to bed.

The moment he was nearly fell into Morpheus' hands, he swore he heard the sound of flapping wings and saw a man standing at his bedside.

The man watched him for a moment before he reached out his hand to brush his fingers across his face. Harrison blinked sleepily when he heard the muffled words were heard by his ears and those words were 'Beloved one'.

After that the Morpheus took him away into the dream realm.

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The next morning, he was waked up feeling refreshed without any pain on his back. He had taken a few days off after experiencing that first bit of pain, he did not want to go to work and had it happened when he was attending patient. It was too risky. However, since he had gone several days without any pain, he figured it was safe to go back to work.

"Good morning, Dr. Baskerville," a nurse greeted him just before he slipped into his office.

"Morning, Nurse Chapel. What can I do for you?"

A wide grin appeared across the woman's face as she held out a bouquet of white roses. "Your man told me to give this to you."

Harrison felt his cheeks heating up. "Ah, thank you..." he murmured, allowing her to hand the flowers to him before taking refuge into his office. Inside, he created a tall, crystal vase to place the roses and put them on the corner of his desk before went to complete the paperwork. He had fallen behind in the days he had been absent.

Two hours later, he was interrupted by the frantic knockings on the door. After being allowed an entry, a male nurse ran into the room.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, doctor," the nurse said, "but your presence is needed right now."

Harrison stood up from his seat. "Where?"

"Operating theatre A, doctor."

They then left the office and hurried to the assigned operation room. As they were walking Harrison questioned the nurse about the patient's condition.

"What is the status of the patient?"

"Critical, sir... it looks as if he was attacked by a large dog, that's the second attack in this month."

The moment Harrison entered the O.R. he halted in his track; an evil aura was hanging around the room. He coughed softly and his head as he tried to push back the nuisance in his stomach.

"Doctor, are you all right?" the nurse asked worriedly.

"I am fine," he said, quickly preparing himself for the surgery before crossing over to the patient. His eyes widened up when he took in the extensive damages that had been done to the patient. I would recognize the injuries like these any day. This much damage only could be done by hellhounds, but how in the world the man survived?

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Five hours later, he silently slipped into the room the patient was resting in. The surgery had been successful, the man would pull through with little, if any, long term effects, but that did not mean the hellhound would not find him again and finished the job it had started. Fortunately Harrison had a way to keep the hellhound off the man's tail.

He retrieved a vial from the pocket of his coat; he filled a needle with the dark liquid then injected it into the man's IV. As the blood entered the man's veins, Harrison started chanting under his breath. Thick, black smoke rose from the wounds. The patient began crying out in pain, but he did not stop until every last of his wounds were purified, riding him off the scent of hell. With his blood in his veins, the man would never be possessed by a demon or any other evil entities again.

He waited just long enough to make sure the patient had fallen into a peaceful sleep before turned on my heel and teleported away.

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The soft light of the morning slowly woke Harrison from his slumber. He blinked the sleepiness away from his eyes as he stretched his body to relax his muscles. He tensed up however when he sensed someone in the bed with him, but soft familiar chuckles quickly eased his worries.

"Did you forget that I spent the night?" Jimmy asked curiously.

Harrison blushed slightly, tugging at the sleeve of my pyjamas. "Yes, I kind of forgot about it."

Jimmy smiled at the blush on Harrison's face before nuzzling the young man's neck lovingly.

"J-Jimmy?" he squeaked.

"Cute," Jimmy whispered. "You're so cute, dearest."

Harrison's eyes widened up at his lover's words before he smacked him right on the face with a pillow. "I am not cute!" with a huff, he climbed out of the bed and stalked to the bathroom.

"Come on, darling, don't be angry at me!" Jimmy whined.

Harrison looked back at Jimmy over his shoulder with narrowed eyes before turned away with a scowl and closed the bathroom door with a loud bang.

"You're still cute, babe!" Jimmy yelled to the bathroom door.

"Screw you!" Harrison yelled back, starting a laugh from the older male.

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Jimmy watched with amusement as Harrison prepared breakfast with a scowl on his face. "Are you still angry at me?" asked the older male.

Harrison's scowl deepened as he turned off the stove and walked to the dining table with breakfast in his hands. "I am not cute," he mumbled.

Jimmy chuckled softly. "Fine, fine, you're not cute," he said, blue eyes were glimmering in mirth. "But you're adorable."

A heavy blush spread across Harrison's face. "Jimmy!" he exclaimed.

"What? It's true!" said Jimmy, taking a bite from his breakfast. "You're adorable, Harrison, and everyone will agree with me."

Harrison did not say anything at his lover's words because it was true. Everyone always said that he was too adorable for his own good. With a sigh, he decided to eat his breakfast without looking at his lover.

"Are you working today?" asked Jimmy after a few minutes spent eating their breakfast in silence.

"No, today is my day off," he answered. "Why?"

"I want to do something today. Why don't we go to the park?"

Harrison agreed and after finishing breakfast, they cleaned up the kitchen and themselves before leaving to the park.

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Jimmy spoke nervously. "Harrison."

The young man looked up at his older lover. "Yes?" he asked him softly.

"Are you happy with me?" Jimmy asked in serious tone of voice.

Harrison halted in his tracks, stunned by the unexpected question. "What makes you think that I am not?" he asked Jimmy with confusion on his face.

Jimmy shrugged. "It's just... sometimes you look so sad and I don't know the reason why or how to make you feel better."

Harrison reached up and cupped Jimmy's cheeks in his hands. "Jimmy? Jimmy, please look at me..." he pleaded.

Slowly Jimmy looked at Harrison.

"I am sorry that I have made you feel as if I am not happy with you. I am happy..." he looked him straight in the eyes. "It just... there are some things from my past that I cannot tell you, I want to but I do not know how."

Jimmy recognized the first sign of Harrison's guilt and quickly cut the young man off before it could go further. "It's all right," he said. "You don't have to tell me right now, I understand."

Harrison nodded, relieved that he would not be forced to bring out his past. He took Jimmy's hand in his own and was just about to urge him to finish their walk when he heard the sound of sharp claws and heavy paws hitting the pavement. Abruptly Harrison whipped around and found himself face to face with a hulking black dog with terrible red eyes.

'That is... a hellhound...' Harrison narrowed his eyes.

"What is that?" Jimmy whispered in horror, slowly backing away from the creature.

Harrison did not have time to marvel over the fact that his lover could see the hellhound. He was too busy yanking the older male away as he screamed, "Run!"

Jimmy did not ask any question, he simply gripped tighter Harrison's hand and began running as fast and hard as he could. The hellhound was immediately on their heels, snarling and snapping as it easily gave chase. As he glanced over his shoulder, he realized with a sinking feeling that the hellhound would be catching up with them in a matter of seconds, the only way to stop it would be if Harrison used his power, but he was hesitant to use them in front of Jimmy.

The choice was taken from him, though, when the hound leapt at them, maw wide and ready to tear into one of our fleshes. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his blood and shaped it into a solid shield. He grunted when the hellhound slammed into it and staggered back several steps. The creature used it superior strength to try overpowered his shield; he then used its close proximity to his advantage, however. As the hellhound pressed itself against the only thing preventing it from ripping Harrison. He commanded the shield to form several, razor sharp spikes along it surface, impaling the hound and killing it immediately.

Harrison dropped the shield and backed away from the dead body, panting heavily.

"What the—" Jimmy muttered in shock.

Harrison spun around and stared at his lover in horror. Just as he was about to explain everything to him, a movement from behind Jimmy caught his eyes. Another hellhound had appeared and was leaping towards the man.

Without a single thought for his own safety, Harrison pushed Jimmy out of the way, putting himself in the hound's line of attack. It landed on him and latched it jaw onto his shoulder, immediately a terrible pain seared through his shoulder and through his vein. The hellhound had poisoned him with the essence of Hell.

Harrison gritted his teeth at the pain that had attacked his body while trying to create a weapon from his blood, but with the pain continued to assault him. He did not think it could happen. However, something from the corner of his eyes took over his attention.

He saw Jimmy kneeling on the ground with his eyes glazed over, when he tried to yell at the man to run away, something strange happened to him. Harrison watched with fascination and fear when Jimmy's eyes were glowing with unnatural blue lights and then an explosion of blue light engulfed the place.

The light not only killed the hellhound on top of his body, but it too knocked him unconscious.

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Tbc...

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