I do not own any part of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. All of that greatness is the work of the amazing J R Ward.
As of 5-22-12 the wonderful GothicBelle has beta'ed this for me. Hopefully this is now easier to read.
I hope everyone enjoys.
Chapter Eleven
Qhuinn was not a patient male. He hated waiting. Dr. Manello had been working on Blay for almost five hours. He had sat outside Doc M's make shift operating room for about two hours when Mary, Rhage and Z had come down and made him shower and change. When he had come back to wait outside the classroom/operating room there was a chair and T.V. tray with a covered plate on it. He sat back on the floor across from the door. John had been waiting for him too. John just sat beside him; his presence alone was a comfort.
Rehv's shellan, Ehlena, had been in and out several times. Every time she had assured him things were going fine. Havers had finished up with V and the doggen next door about a few hours ago and had went to help Doc Jane. From what Qhuinn had heard from that Brothers and shellans Doc Jane had her hands full. Phury had stopped by on his way out and said that they had found a row of bullet holes in her abdomen and the slash across her ribs had been really deep.
Tohr had brought in a small arsenal not long ago and there had been a few auto fires in the bunch. That explained both patients' wounds. The members of the Lessoning Society were really stepping up their game.
There had been twenty-four lessers total at the battle. Wrath and Tohr had said that they couldn't remember the last time the Society had used such large numbers. Tohr had brought in nineteen IDs and had sent Z and Rhage out to start jar collection. Qhuinn had been amazed to learn that Syhren had had the insight to take the IDs and cells off the first four lessers before she dusted them. Two of the lessers had managed to get away and a few were dusted without collecting anything. Sometimes you had to do what you had to do. Butch had taken care of the rest. His biggest intake yet, now he was back at the Pit with the stitched up V recovering.
John had been call to Wrath's office a little bit ago. Qhuinn drew his knees up to his chest so that he could put his arms and head on them. He was wired and wore out at the same time. He was starving, yet the thought of food made him feel sick. He needed a distraction so he pulled out his cell again to dial Blay's one more time.
At first he had just been listening to the message. Then a few hours into the wait he had started talking. At first he worried about what John thought, but the male just let him be. He'd talked about the old days before their transitions. Those early days of training when they'd first met John. He spoke of all those nights of drinking beer and playing videos games. He talked about the nights spent in the clubs. He had talked of the days after the Massacre when Blay had watched him like a hawk afraid he'd break down.
The voicemail came on and he waited. "Blay you're probably tired of listening to me by now, if you're listening to them at all. If you just deleted everything I don't blame you. I've been the worst asshole on earth to you. I don't know why I am like I am. I pushed you away when you're the only one I want. I said things to hurt, to drive you away. My only excuse is that you're perfect. Blay you are the most perfect being on earth. You care about everyone and everything. You scare me Blay. When no one else did, you loved me. You've always loved me," the phone beeped at him and stopped recording. "I love you, too, more than anything," he finished anyways. If Blay died he would too.
"Qhuinn," a familiar voice said, "Cousin, how are you?"
Qhuinn stared up at his cousin, a hot fury burned through him. Before he knew it he had pinned Saxton to the wall. He had touched Blay; he had had his mouth on Blay's. He had had his Blay naked in bed. Perfect fucking Saxton had had Blay. "He's mine," Qhuinn growled showing his fangs.
Saxton looked right at him no fear in his eyes only sorrow and concern. "He always was, always."
And as fast as the fury, as the madness had come, it melted away with those words. Saxton had submitted to Qhuinn's claim. Qhuinn relaxed and his hands fell away from Sax.
"I can't lose him," he said.
"You won't. Believe me. That male loves you far too much to leave you," Saxton said offering Qhuinn his hand.
Qhuinn took it and pulled Sax into a quick hug. "You really believe that?"
"With all my heart. I've seen the way the two of you look at each other. He has loved you for a long time, but I'm afraid he's in a bad place. Like I said he'll never leave you, but all the rejection is killing him on the inside. I just hope it's not too late for you to prove yourself."
"Will you stay a while?" Qhuinn didn't wait for an answer he waved at the only chair. "Sit."
"You sit. The doggen are bringing me a chair. You really should eat something, Cousin," Sax pointed at the tray.
"Can't," he said still not sitting. "I want to hurl just at the thought of food."
Two doggen came up the hall carrying chairs in both hands.
"What's all this?" Qhuinn asked.
"Chairs for your guess, sire," the lead doggen said.
"Why so many?"
"Master Phury is coming with the Chosen, sire."
"Thank you," Qhuinn said. He took eminent arrival as a good sign. Blay would need to feed as soon as he woke.
"Master Qhuinn, is there anything else you require?"
He looked to Sax, who shook his head. "No thank you. Do you know when Phury will be here?"
"Very soon, sire. We were told to bring the chairs down when he was called." The two doggen took their leave and before he and Sax where settled Phury and two Chosen arrived. Selena and another he had not met.
The two males rose to greet the Chosen properly. Qhuinn may not look the part, but he did know how to be a gentleman. Phury did the introductions and they were all seated. The other Chosen was named Amalya.
"You brought two Chosen for Blay?" Qhuinn asked Phury. This worried him. That meant Blay was worse off than he'd been lead to believe.
"Manello say's Blay has lost a large amount of blood. We don't want him to take too much from one donor. So I came with these two volunteers, also if V doesn't take too much, Layla is also here. But don't worry if we need more than that, some of the other Chosen will come. Even a few of the shellans have volunteered. Cormia did, though I don't know how I could stand that. However, if that is what it takes to save Blay we will make it happen," Phury said the last as if in was a vow. Qhuinn appreciated the Brother's loyalty and sat back to wait.
…
Wrath was going over yet another civilian request for restitution when he felt her presence. For her to come here something major must be going down.
"You honor me with your presence, Mother of Our Race."
"Wise words, my son, my king. However, I do not believe this visit is one to fear or worry over. There will be many of those in the future," she said and floated about the room. Wrath was amazed at his ease of tracking her. He would have thought that with her being a deity she would be difficult or even impossible for him to track.
"You sense me because I wish it so," she responded.
"Thank you, Scribe Virgin. I am again honored," Wrath spoke with respect, even though he was still furious with her.
"I suppose you will remain angry with me for a while yet. I merely came here to make a suggestion," she paused again.
Wrath was curious, but knew better than to question her.
"Wise, King Wrath, you are learning. Even with your anger you are showing patience and respect. You are becoming more worthy of your role everyday."
Wrath didn't know what to think of the praise.
"I hope you listen to my suggestion and consider it honorably. I know I agreed you are now in charge of the selection of Brothers, but there is one I would like to serve me as a member of the Brotherhood. He has proven himself to me. I wish for you to ask Tehrror."
Wrath was a little taken back, not that she wanted John Matthew, just that it was too soon. The male was still practically a child, barely out of his transition.
"I believe him ready. I also believe he is not the only one. Think on this, Wrath, son of Wrath." With that she was gone.
The Scribe Virgin believed John Matthew was ready to be a Brother? Wrath was still a bit shocked at the idea. He knew they needed to increase the ranks of the Brotherhood, but was John ready? Wrath had a hard time seeing passed the fact that John was his shellan's brother and her only family. Well, perhaps not her only family now. Any of the three young of Syhren's they were now harboring could be of Darius' blood as well.
Wrath picked up the phone and dialed the Pit. "V man, how're feeling? Good, have you fed? How's the cop? Good, both of you be in my office in a half hour."
Wrath hit up the rest of the Brothers and went back to his paperwork.
…
Butch was miserable. He had been laying here worrying about V for over an hour now. Phury and Z had carried him in and put him to bed. He had devoured over a dozen lessers, up until tonight nine had been the most at once. Marissa was still tied up with the new refugees at Safe Place. Mary had been in to check on him twice. She would have stayed until Marissa could come, but with Beth and Ehlena helping the doctors she had her hands full too. She was helping Bella with the three young they had rescued, and trying to keep an eye on Qhuinn.
V had only been shot in the leg and was just needing to get the bullets removed so he could heal. Blay on the other hand had taken four bullets across his upper back. According to Mary one was very near his heart, another next to his spine, and the other two had went into his left lung. Butch was sick with worry. Was V worse than they thought or had Blay or the female taken a turn for the worse? Butch tried to get up to help, to see what was happening, but couldn't. He was too weak and he hated it.
"Never, fucking, again," he barked at the ceiling.
"Never, what cop?" V asked limping into the room.
"Too many fucking lessers," Butch growled. "I stopped at fourteen, but it was still too many."
"Well, I'm here now," V stepped toward the bed while removing his jacket. "Come on Butch. Get your clothes off, you know the more skin the faster this works."
"Yeah, I know and believe me I'm all for faster. Only problem is the longer it's been the weaker I've gotten. I've tried but I can't even sit my ass up."
"Damn," was all V said. He moved to the bed and sat Butch up and removed his leather jacket and chest harness and shoulder holsters. He laid him back down and carried the jacket, harness and holsters to the lone chair in the room. Then he came back and sat Butch up again and got his t-shirt off and that hit the floor. Then came the shitkickers and leather pants.
As he laid there on the bed in only his underwear, he thought about how gentle V was with him. Just like he, himself, was with Marissa. Butch watched the muscles on V's back flex and stretch as he removed his own shirt. 'Beautiful,' he thought. That should bother him but it didn't and that was the problem with Vishous. Butch couldn't explain why he was attracted to V when he had never been attracted to any other men in his life. And hell, he'd met a lot better looking ones. It was just V. They had a unique bond. He loved Marissa and she was his life, his shellan. But V was for lack of a better term his soul mate.
V shucked his pants and Butch saw that his whole upper leg had been bandaged. "Dammit, V, you can't do this right now. You've been hurt and you need to feed. You need to rest."
"One of the Chosen will be coming later tonight to feed me. I'm not hurt that bad and besides I just fed two nights ago. I'm more than capable of taking care of you."
"Fine," Butch replied as V lay down beside him. Butch was so glad he was too sick and weak to do anything, because he so wanted his hands all over his best friend right now.
…
V knew he was in rough shape, but the cop looked near death. V worried that Butch really had went too far this time. V wrapped his arms around the male and adjusted them both until they were spooning. Butch was so cold and filled with the Omega that it scared him. V let his light out and clung to Butch, drawing in the Darkness.
V had been awakened by a knock to the door.
"V, Butch, get up," Phury called. "Layla is here to feed you."
V looked beside him. Butch was asleep in his arms. V wished they could stay like this forever. He gently pulled his arm out from under Butch. He quickly threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from Butch's dresser. He liked wearing the cop's clothes. It made him feel closer to him and just a little naughty. He grabbed an extra comforter from the closet and covered Butch.
Vishous opened the door wide to let Phury in. "You bring the Chosen?"
"Layla is waiting in the living room for you," Phury said.
V was so glad the male was getting his act together. He was made for the role of Primale. He cared for the Chosen as a father would. Phury trusted both his Brothers, but had worried what would happen if Layla had found them sleeping and tried to awaken them herself.
"Good call, I don't know what would have happened either."
"I know you wouldn't hurt her on purpose, but she seems to be a little reckless when it comes to males. She is far too curious for her own good," Phury paused looking at Butch. "How is he? He gave us a good scare this time. We tried to stop him, but he doesn't listen to anyone but you."
"We're about half done I think. He's resting better know and his color is coming back. He'll be as good as ever by tomorrow night. I don't want to leave him alone. Would you send Layla in on your way out?" V asked. Then he caught Phury's thoughts of Blay. "Two Chosen? Is it really that bad?"
"From what Manello and Havers think it is. Manello had to chase one bullet around Blay's chest and he had to be extra careful and take things extra slow with the one in his heart, and the spine was difficult too. Havers is worried that they may not even be able to bring Blay around enough to feed," Phury's voice was full of worry.
"How's Qhuinn?"
"So far he's holding up, John's been sitting with him and Mary has been keeping an eye on him too. I don't think anyone's told him how bad it really is. We're all worried how he'd handle any more right now. FYI Fritz came back with Saxton just before I headed over here," Phury seemed a bit distracted.
"What else?"
'Fritz is all kinds of out of sorts. The doggen female, Eva, is on edge and didn't want to let Bella or Mary near the young."
"She is very loyal to her Mistress. She's taken care of Syhren since she was a baby," V said revealing some of her thoughts he had read back in that closet.
"No wonder she is so protective. I'll send Layla in. I need to get back to the cabin and the Chosen. Cormia says they are all excited over the possibility of being of such great use to us in our time of need," Phury had pride in his voice for the Chosen.
"Thank you my Brother," he said going back to the bed to check on Butch.
V still thought him to be the most desirable male he had ever met. He'd wanted him bad enough when he was human and after the cop's transition his masculine beauty had drove V to the edge of insanity. Thank the Scribe Virgin that he had met Jane. Now she was the most important being in his life. It's just that Butch ran a close second. No matter how much he loved Jane he was always going to love Butch too. And heaven help him there was still a physical attraction too. If it wasn't for the chance of losing Jane or of losing Butch's friendship he would have had the male by now. A small noise came from the doorway and V backed away from Butch.
"Layla please enter, you honor me with your presence."
"You are welcome, sire."
"Please have a seat," V motioned for the only chair in the room.
She sat and raised the sleeve of her robe. V slowly went to his knees. Still favoring his injured leg. He leaned over and sunk his fangs into her wrist. V drank for a few minutes then released her. After sealing the puncture marks he sent her on her way.
After making sure the Chosen was on her way, V rushed back to the cop's bedroom. He hurried back out of Butch's clothes and back into bed with him. V again spooned up to the male and wrapped his arms around him. He started drawing the Darkness out again and soon drifted back off to sleep. Being here in this bed with Butch in his arms felt absolutely perfect.