Mine, Chapter 9
A/N: Alright, for those of you who don't know, I figured out what my muses were up to: they smuggled in a CM Punk muse, and now I'm stuck with the fucker. *sighs* But that's all right, I got those fuckers on lock down. They wanna bring home the Straight Edge Superstar? Let's see how they like playing straight edge for a while. *muahahaha* For anyone wondering about the possibility of Punkers showing up in here it's at about 85% in favor of. But if he does, and it's still not sure that he will, if he does show up, it's not gonna be the same Punkers that's on RAW.
A/N2: Thanks everyone for reading and all the great feedback I've been getting on this story. I would never have imagined that some people would love this story as much as they do. I appreciate it so much, you can't even realize how much. The muses adore it, too; they keep giving me story ideas night and day. Special shouts to the usual: candy_belle , for having random convos with me; it's really been paying off with my MMG stories, lol. When are you gonna write yours, huh? I wanted to read it, like, forever ago! LoL. And, of course, for lending Josh to me. He's very easy to work with and don't he look cute with fur? energy_purple, your feedback, as always, is beyond awesome. My muses thrive on it, and I hope you like this chapter just as much as the others. Over at fanfiction: InTheDark34, thanks for the usual and I can't wait to work on the new story.
A/N3: So, I'm sure everyone has heard the news: poor Shelley broke his collarbone earlier in the week. I wish you a speedy recovery, 'Lex, and I know you'll be back better then ever. Until then, be careful and let Sabin take care of you once in a while.
Justin looked over at the wolves nervously. It was obvious something was wrong; Adam had been growling and distant since he had come back from his run. John hadn't made another appearance, but he had a feeling that the brown wolf was just as unsettled. Jay was plastered to Adam's side, petting him and talking to him in a low voice. Adam just kept his eyes focused on the trees, his ears twitching.
Even Chris and Alex seemed distracted. The older vampires were on the other side of the porch; Alex leaning next to where Chris was sitting on the railing. Chris absently ran a hand through Alex's hair before moving it to hold lightly onto the back of Alex's neck.
I still think you should let me, Alex repeated, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Obviously, the stupid fucker needs help.
Let it go 'Lex, Chris told him fondly, rubbing his thumb against Alex's bare skin. He's scared, that's all.
Scared? About what? Evan's his; he just has to fucken claim him. That is, fuck him and then claim him. Alex snickered, laughing at his own joke. Come on, that was a good one, he insisted when Chris didn't say anything.
Decent at best, Chris assured him, grinning over Alex's indignation. I don't see you rushing to 'help' Randy.
The big boss man doesn't need my help; he actually has a reason to wait, Alex told his mate. Unlike Cena, the fucken pussy! The last sentence was 'shouted' through their pack connection; unlike the rest of their conversation which had been on their own bond.
Chris could feel Adam and Jay's amusement and Mike was laughing outright as they headed toward the house. Even Ted and Cody were chuckling and Chris would bet that Riley was smiling, too.
Shelley, watch it, John growled, the sound echoing from the trees on the side of the house. Your mouth's writing checks your ass can't cash.
Alex rolled his eyes, completely unfazed by the clear threat in John's 'voice'. Come over here and talk to the kid instead of lurking in the bushes like some kind of fucken creeper and I wouldn't have to rag your ass, would I?
You might do it anyway, Cody volunteered as they cleared the trees and headed for the house. You're a bitch like that sometimes.
Alex growled, dropping into an attacking crouch as Cody ran up to them, his tail wagging. He jumped the wolf, playfully pinning him to the ground for a second before Ted headbutted him and sent him flying. Chris jumped lightly onto Ted's back, putting a modified sleeper hold on the big wolf.
Pretty soon the front yard was filled with mock growls and yelps, only Justin and Evan on the front porch, and Randy standing still in the middle of the yard, weren't playing. After a few minutes, everyone calmed down and started Changing back.
Cody sat on the ground, head tilted to the side like he was trying to concentrate on something that was just beyond his hearing. He looked over Evan quickly before turning his blue eyes onto Justin. He stared long enough that it was making Justin uncomfortable, then he grinned.
You're right, Teddy, he is almost as pretty as me, Cody told his mate, leaning into the hand that was resting on his back.
The rest of them laughed at his words; everyone knew how much Ted spoiled his young mate. He would give Cody whatever he asked for, no matter what the cost was.
“Hey, Chris.” Alex said suddenly, smiling at the vampire. “I'm hungry.” Chris rolled his eyes. “Of course, you are. I mean, why not come to a vampires house and expect steak? What could possibly go wrong?”
Chris teased him as he headed for the front door. There was a brief scuffle after Ted and Cody went through; but after a few minutes Chris and Alex followed them in and then came Adam and Jay; Jay throwing an arm around Evan's shoulders and dragging him along with them into the house. Finally Mike went in, Riley close behind.
Justin was left alone with Randy; he fidgeted nervously, unsure what to do. But he couldn't look away from the other man. Randy was standing with his hands clenched at his sides, his body tense as he stared at the young vampire.
“You should go inside,” Randy said, his voice quiet. “I'm not in a great mood, so I'm pretty bad company right now.” “Ek gee nie om,” Justin assured him. When Randy just raised an eyebrow, Justin realized he had slipped back into Afrikaans in his nervousness. “Um, I - I don't mind,” Justin repeated, this time in English. “I mean, unless you want me to go.”
“No!” Randy growled, his eyes glowing for a second before he closed them. After a minute he opened them again, back in control of himself. “No, it's OK. I'd like it if you wanted to stay and talk for a little bit.”
Without thinking about it, Justin started walking closer to Randy. Once he realized what he was doing, he was only about two feet away from him. Justin couldn't help looking at the tall man in front of him. His sculpted arms, those washboard abs.
Justin closed his eyes, trying to get the image out of his head. He didn't know Randy had even moved until he felt calloused fingers ghost over his cheek before they tucked under his chin and tilted it up. He opened his eyes, looking into Randy's intense blue gaze. He suddenly wished that his own eyes weren't still red. It was irrational, but he wished he still had his own brown eyes, then it would feel more real, feel like Randy was really looking at him instead of this monster he had become.
Justin couldn't stop himself from reaching out and touching Randy; placing his hand on Randy's side, feeling the smooth skin and hard muscle underneath. Randy hissed out a breath, but he looked calmer then he had before, more relaxed even. He ran his hand up and down Randy's side, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin under his hand.
Randy's breath shuddered in his chest, his hands shot out to grab Justin's hips and hauled Justin forward. Pressed against Randy's chest Justin whimpered a little but made no move to get away. He gave into temptation and laid his head on Randy's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Randy's waist.
Randy rubbed his cheek against Justin's hair; a happy, contented rumble coming from his chest. He swept one hand up and down Justin's back and the other one kept a lose hold onto Justin's right hip.
“What's that noise?” Justin asked, his cheek vibrating from it. “It just means I'm happy.” Randy told him; even his wolf was content for now. His wolf twitched when Randy inhaled Justin's scent. Instantly, Randy's contentment instantly shifted into sexual awareness that the person he was meant to spend the rest of his life with was here, was in his arms right now.
Randy's body tensed again and for a completely different reason this time. “It doesn't feel vreemde, being here with you like this. And it should. Why doesn't it?” Justin asked, pulling away from Randy to look into his face.
Randy laughed a little, rubbing his face with his hand. “You have to ask the hard ones, don't you?” “Dit is net- Ek verstaan nie.” Justin babbled his nerves taking over. “It's OK, baby,” Randy soothed, understanding the feeling behind the words even if he couldn't understand the words themselves. “It's just a complicated question, that's all. I'll answer it, but you might not like it very much.”
Randy took a deep breath, trying to find a way to frame his reply.
“Wolves have mates; well, really anyone can have a mate, it just shows up more in wolves. Mostly, I think, because we're used to listening to that part of us that doesn't always use words to talk. You're mine.” Randy stated simply, like it was a known fact. The sky is blue. The grass is green. You're mine.
Justin stared at him, his mind running in circles, unable to think past that last sentence: You're mine. He tried to think logically: this couldn't be happening, it just didn't make sense. This wasn't some fairy tale where the prince would come rescue him on a horse; there was no happy ending for him.
“But I'm this monster,” Justin spit out, wanting both to grab onto Randy and push him away. “I don't deserve this; I don't deserve you.”
“You're not a monster,” Randy shook his head when Justin tried to interrupt him. “You're not. Am I monster? Is Shelley? Or Sabin? No, we all just act according to our natures. Yes, you've killed humans before, but not purposely. You were feeding, you were surviving. And you didn't know better. You have remorse, I know you do; it's all over your face.
“You think some of us have never taken a life?” Randy asked quietly; waving a hand to encompass not just the ones at the house but all of the pack. “Yes, it is in our nature to protect those under our care, but it's also there to kill for them if we have to. Sometimes, the wolf demands blood when the ones he cares about are hurt. I know you're not a monster, because I've seen monsters.
“You've never stalked humans for the fun of it, for the thrill of chasing them. You've never delighted in their screams or drank their blood like it was water.
“Don't call yourself a monster,” Randy repeated, his voice hard. “Not until you've seen real ones. And then, trust me, you'll look at yourself and realize the truth. Yes, there are monsters, everywhere; and not all of them have fangs or fur. But you're not one of them.”
Justin stared at Randy, his eyes burning. He threw his arms around Randy's waist and buried his face in Randy's shoulder. Randy rubbed his back, closing his eyes for a minute.
“After this weekend,” Randy said softly. “We'll go to my house. We can be alone for a little while.” “We're alone now.” Justin mumbled, inhaling Randy's scent.
Randy burst into laughter, his shoulders actually shaking. “Alone?” Randy repeated. He turned Justin around so he was facing the front of the house.
Justin's jaw dropped at the sight of everyone pressed against the huge front window. Chris was on one side with Alex and Mike shoving each other as they both tried to get a better view; Adam was in the middle with Jay and Evan peeking around both sides of. Riley stood to the side of them, chuckling at something Jay was saying. Cody was pressed with his face against glass, Ted behind him looking over his shoulder into front yard.
Justin looked at Randy, who was still chuckling. “You get used to it,” Randy assured him, throwing a friendly arm around his shoulders and heading for the house. “It's like high school but with less nightmares.”
They got to the porch, everyone still staring at them unashamedly. Justin got a sudden, vivid picture in his head of him on the other side staring at Evan and John and he suddenly started grinning. Maybe it wasn't going to be as bad as he first thought.
John watched them go into the house, his heart feeling like it would break. He needed to talk to Evan and soon. He saw the way Evan glanced at the window, the small frown on his face making it clear he was upset about something. He couldn't go in there, not yet. He turned around and disappeared into the trees.
You need to talk to him, Adam said, his voice quiet and filled with understanding. The longer you let it go, the worse it will get.
You're temper's going to get shorter, you'll be more likely to attack someone. You're not the only one you will suffer, either, Adam went on. He'll get more depressed, more upset. He'll start acting out, yelling at any and everyone.
For six months I fought my mating, and I almost killed someone I considered a friend because he gave Jay a hug when he was crying; crying because he thought I didn't want him.
No matter what your reasons are, you can't ignore this. He's yours for a reason; you need to fucken get over whatever is keeping you out there, and get your ass in here.
John acknowledge Adam's words but he still ran into the woods, afraid that he would be rejected and that Evan would leave him.