Mine, chapter 27

Aug 09, 2011 14:46

 
A/N: Sorry this took so long to post. The muses were on strike, in between the heat and -well, you'll see. Thanks to everyone who's still reading this; I hope you enjoy the chapter.

“So, what the hell's going on with him?” Punk asked as he walked over to the porch with Alex.

Alex sighed and glanced over his shoulder at Evan. “It's nothing really; you know how Chris gets.”

“Uh-huh,” Punk said. “Right. I'm sure in the two and a half years I've been gone he's turned into a huge, smothering pain in your ass.”

Alex snickered, rolling his eyes. “Alright, fucktard, I get your point. I just didn't know if you wanted to hear it.”

Punk gave him a look that said everything he needed it to.

“It's not a big deal,” Alex told him, looking at the porch where Chris was leaning on the railing. “Did Randy tell you why he asked you to come back?”

“Yeah, his mate's in trouble,” Punk answered, shrugging. His words were vague but Alex could hear the constant pain that had been there for the past couple years and that would stay there until Punk finally joined Colt again.

“Well, Evan -the other newborn- joined the pack the same time Justin did,” Alex explained as they got closer to the front of the house. “Everything was fine, but when we found out that their Maker was coming back we ended up telling them how I was before -”

“What, that you were a homicidal maniac until Chris beat your ass into shape?” Punk asked, ducking the slap to his head Alex aimed at him but he couldn't quite dodge the elbow that followed.

“Let me guess, Evan's acting pissy about it, it's upsetting you which is upsetting Chris and John's about to get his ass beat,” Punk went on and shook his head when Alex nodded. “Fucken moron. I don't know what his deal is with it; vamps are predators, too. It's not like you're munching on babies and murdering school children in your spare time.”

“You have such a way with words,” Chris drawled, an amused smile on his face. “How'd we ever survive while you were gone?”

Punk smirked but didn't say anything, just leaned against the porch and scanned the yard, his senses just as alert as everyone else's.

Every time he talks you can hear it, Alex told Chris, leaning against the porch railing under Chris, mimicking his stance so that he was watching the woods, too. I used to think that coming back here would be the best thing for him, but now...

I know, Chris sighed, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on the top of Alex's head. He felt rather then saw Punk flinch at the gesture and sighed again. Seeing all of us paired up would be bad enough, but then to feel Colt every where and see him every time he turned around? Sometimes, I think it would have been better for him if he had never survived.

It might sound cruel to anyone who wasn't mated and couldn't understand the sheer weight of constant pain that Punk must be feeling, but Alex knew what Chris meant. Surviving the attack wasn't the gift it looked to outsiders; Punk was already trying to do his best to get killed, and Alex knew it was only a matter of time before he got what he wanted.

“I can't believe he came back,” Cody said, the sheer shock of it still in his voice. “I thought he would never come near here again.”

“I know,” Dan murmured and Josh nodded, both sounding and looking as confused as Cody.

Justin and Evan looked at each other, feeling lost. They had never met Punk and didn't know what he was like before, but Justin couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He couldn't ever imagine losing Randy the way Punk had lost his mate.

“Is he staying?” Evan asked quietly, his eyes on the ground. He felt for Punk; being alone like that wasn't good for anyone.

“I don't know,” Dan answered. “I doubt it, though. I don't think he's ever going to be able to stay here for too long.”

“It reminds him of Colt,” he explained when he saw the confusion on the newborns faces. “They both grew up here; every tree, every inch of our territory probably screams memories at him.”

“You can see it in his eyes,” Cody added, his own distant. “His pain, guilt, sorrow, loneliness, it's killing him. And being here is only magnifying it. He's already pushing limits, trying to force someone to hurt him badly enough that he can't recover from it. I'm afraid being here is only going to make that worse when he leaves again.”

Evan looked over his shoulder, his eyes skimming over Punk to look at where Sabin and Shelley were standing. He frowned; usually they couldn't keep their hands off of each other, now they were barely touching.

“It's out of respect for Punk,” Josh told him, following his gaze and answering the question in it. “Whatever you might think of Shelley, he's not going to rub the fact that he still has his own mate in Punk's face.

“And Sabin and Punk used to be really close, neither one of them are going to do anything to make Punk feel worse then he already does. I was still a teenager when Punk was here and Colt was alive; even then Punk was kind of a loner. I didn't know him very well and even I wouldn't do something like that to him. None of us would.”

Evan bit his lip and turned his head; he still couldn't bring himself to even look at Shelley the same way again, never mind trust him.

“Something's not right,” Dan muttered, frowning. His eyes scanned the woods for the tenth time in as many minutes. He couldn't tell if his nerves were playing tricks on him or if there really was something going on. “It's too quiet; there's not even birds singing. There's no noise at all.”

Chris straightened up and narrowed his eyes. Alex looked around, his fangs out as he reacted to the tension he could feel in his mate.

Punk looked at them and then the trees; he knew better then to think that either one of them were jumping at shadows, he'd known them for too long.

Chris vaulted over the railing, landing on his feet. Motioning Alex and Punk to follow him, he walked over to the others.

“I think -” Dan began, but Chris held up a hand and cut him off.

Don't talk out loud, Chris instructed. Did either one of you see anything?

No, but something's not right, Dan told him. It's too quiet; I can't even hear any animals.

He's right, Alex agreed. The only time it's this quiet is before a big storm or -

Or if there's something trying to hunt, Chris finished grimly. Dan and Josh, I want you to take the newborns into the house and -

Too late, Punk said, and there was a strange kind of gleefulness to his words that had all the wolves looking at him. We've got company.

Chris hissed; coming out of the woods were three vampires. They were all a decent height, Chris pegged the tallest at about six and change, and the smallest at around six even.

Evan whimpered, clutching at Justin and hiding his face in the other newborn's shoulder. Justin stared at them, panic starting to bite at him.

Justin, Evan, Chris said sharply as he and the others formed a loose semi circle around the submissives. I need you to tell me who's who.

Wade's the tall one, Justin answered, desperately trying to keep his composure. The short one is Dave. And I've only seen the other one once or twice. Mike, maybe?

Chris nodded, keeping his eyes on the enemy. They fanned out and headed straight for them. Chris motioned Alex and Punk on either side of him and walked forward.

“Hello, mate,” Wade said, a smug grin on his face. “It looks like you've got some of my property here. I'll be glad to take it off your hands.”

“Really? That's funny,” Chris told him, raising an eyebrow at his words. “Last time I checked, you weren't the Alpha around here, and since everyone else here is pack, you don't have a say in shit. I suggest you get the fuck out of here before you end up with your head in a different county then your body.”

Randy, where the hell are you? Chris asked, making sure his face didn't look as worried as he was starting to feel.

At the border, talking to some of the teenagers, Randy answered. What happened?

The vampires are here, Chris told him. We've got things under control for now, but you need to get back here as soon as possible.

We're on the way, Randy said. Chris could hear the rage and fear in Randy's voice, and he hoped, for the other vampires sakes, that they were dead before Randy got there.

“Come on, now; you don't want to get hurt, do you?” Wade asked, his voice reasonable.

“Please, do I look like a fucken newborn?” Alex scoffed. “You couldn't fucken hurt me if you're life depended on it.”

“Which it does,” Punk added, smirking. “Of course, I sincerely doubt any of you are going to manage to stay alive for the rest of today. Well, as alive as you guys get.”

“Come on, man, that was a little uncalled for,” Alex told him, acting as unconcerned as if they were getting ready to hunt deer. “I mean, I am standing right here -that could have hurt my feelings; I could be offended.”

“Yeah, right,” Punk snickered. “In the first place, it would take more then that to hurt your feelings and, in the second, I once saw you high five Adam when we walked in on Jay giving him head. You don't get offended.”

“That's not the point, douchebag,” Alex insisted. “The point is -”

Dan, Josh, I want you to take them and go through the woods, Chris instructed, smirking at the confused look on the other vampires' faces. Keep going until you run into Randy.

But I don't - Dan started before Chris cut him off.

Shut up, Chris snapped, his power flaring. Dan flinched and hurried to show his neck even though Chris wasn't looking at him.

Alex flinched, being careful not to let anything show on his face. Next to him, he could feel Punk twitch a little and even the other vampires looked like they felt it.

Cody whimpered a little, moving closer to Justin and Evan. Teddy?

We're on the way, Baby Boy, Ted told him, his voice tight. Do whatever Sabin tells you to. Understand?

Yeah. I will, Cody promised. Love you, Teddy.

I love ya, too, Baby Boy, Ted said, his voice softening a little.

Randy, Justin called out, tightening his grip on Evan. Where are you?

I'm running as fast as I can, Randy assured him grimly. I'll be there as soon as possible. Listen to Chris and do whatever he tells you. No matter what it is, understand me?

OK, I will, Justin answered, wishing his mate was with him. But you'll be here soon, right?

Hell couldn't keep me away from you, Randy swore. I'll get there; be careful.

John, Evan said, panicking. They're here; Wade's here! What do I do?

Stay calm, John ordered, his voice firm. We're heading for you as fast as we can go. Keep calm, and listen when Sabin or Shelley tell you something.

But I don't -they -Shelley, Evan stammered, his throat closing.

Shelley's not going to hurt you, John told him. Believe me. Just hang on until we get there.

Take them and keep going until you reach Randy, Chris repeated, every word backed up with power. As soon as the fighting starts and they're distracted, you leave. Do you understand?

Yes, sir, Dan answered, still showing his neck. He had never heard that edge of demand and authority in Chris's voice before and it occurred to him that if he wanted to, Chris could give Ted a run for his money. I understand.

“Look, do you really want to do this?” Chris asked, sounding bored. “I mean, is it worth the true death? You're not going to get out of this any other way, not once the fighting starts. I've got nothing planned for today, but if you wanted to do anything else, now would be the time.”

Wade smirked again, but there was a definite doubt in his eyes now. “My pride's on the line, you understand.”

Chris shrugged. “It's your death, buddy.”

He smiled at him, his fangs resting on his bottom lip and his eyes bleeding to black. Chris walked across the few feet that separated them until he was in front of Wade. Alex and Punk mimicked him, Alex on Chris's right and Punk on his left.

Punk flexed his fingers, feeling his claws slice out. There was a strange kind of exhilaration flowing through him; it wasn't just the adrenaline from the upcoming fight, although that was there, too. He couldn't help wondering -hoping- if this was going to be the one who was better then him, if this was the fight that was going to end his punishment. His eyes went yellow at the thought and he couldn't help the grin that curled his lips.

Alex could feel the adrenaline pumping through his system, making him eager for the fight ahead; his blood was practically singing for it. His aggression was fast taking over everything else and as his eyes went black, he felt that dull detachment from his conscious that happened sometimes. It worried him for a second, but he could still feel his connection to Chris and that anchored him, made him relax into the red haze in his brain that was cutting off everything except for the vampire standing in front of him. Alex smiled sharply, dangerously, and took vicious pleasure in the fact that the enemy flinched away from it. He ran his tongue over his fangs and the smiled turned into a grin.

Chris inhaled sharply; his own body was preparing him for the fight ahead. And while he was just as eager for it as Alex and Punk, he needed to make sure he didn't completely lose his head; he was the most dominant one here and that made him responsible for everyone else.

All six of them stared at each other for what seemed like an endless space of minutes before Wade swung at Chris, and the fight started.

Leave now, Chris ordered Dan and Josh, easily ducking the punch and delivering one of his own that landed on Wade's stomach.

Wade sucked in a breath, stumbling away from Chris. Not just from the punch, but also from Chris's power, he could feel it biting at his skin, making it feel like it was taking chunks out of him.

Chris smirked; he had taken all restraints off of himself and had let his power surge and go wherever it wanted to. He advanced on him, ducking another wild punch Wade threw and hit him in the Adam's apple as hard as he could, making Wade gasp and drop to his knees.

Alex dodged a punch, slipping behind the vampire -Mike, he thought his name was, not that it really mattered- and landed a knee in the small of Mike's back, as hard as he could manage. Mike lurched forward on to his knees. Alex stood behind him, smirking. With a quick twist, he broke the other vampire's neck. Hesitating for a minute, he glanced at Punk.

Punk, do me a favor? Alex asked, watching as Punk kept moving out of the vampire's reach; catching him with kicks and punches before he danced out of the way again. Take this guy's head off? I'll keep your vampire warmed up for you.

Jesus, Shelley, do I have to do everything around here? Punk snickered before he switched places with Alex. Don't kill him, asshole, or I'll be pissed; I'm just starting to have fun.

Alex rolled his eyes and just kicked the other vampire's feet out from him while Punk used his claws to behead the one Alex had been fighting.

Done already? Chris asked, his voice steady. He was moving gracefully; ducking and dodging punches and kicks as easily as if he was just playing a game. When he moved to the side of Wade and threw his arm against Wade's chest and sent him into the dirt, Alex gave an appreciative hum at the way the muscles in Chris's shoulder and back moved.

Yeah; he was really weak, Alex said, kicking the vampire -Dave, maybe- in the ribs. I'm guessing no one even taught him the basics; Punk's finishing him up.

There, Punk told them, kicking the head a few feet away. He rubbed the back of his hand across his face, leaving a trail of blood behind. If there's nothing else, I'll be over here, kicking ass.

Want some help? Alex asked, sliding behind Wade and raising an eyebrow at his mate.

Sure, Chris almost purred. Maybe you could help me with something else later on.

They worked on Wade in silence for a few minutes; after fifty years, they didn't need to talk everything out when they were doing something.

“Evan!” Dan called out, chasing the newborn as he was running back into the clearing. Get back here!

Chris and Alex both turned; Alex could see Punk doing the same out of the corner of his eye. Wade took advantage of the momentary diversion to send both Chris and Alex flying before heading for Evan.

Dave picked something up off the ground and hit Punk in the throat with it. Punk stumbled a few steps and then attacked him, growling and snarling.

“Well, well, if it isn't my little Evan,” Wade taunted as he got closer. “I would of thought you'd be halfway to the next state by now, but you've always been a bit of a fucken wanker, haven't you?”

Evan froze, staring at the monster headed for him, remembering every thing that he had ever done to him. In his panic, he couldn't hear either John or Dan, who were both screaming at him to run.

Dan jumped at Wade managing to knock him back a few steps before Wade sent him flying.

“Fuck off,” Evan managed to stammer out, barely even aware of the fact that he was speaking. “I fucken hate you. I can't wait for you to die.”

Wade growled, raising his hand to slap Evan. Alex shoved Evan out of the way, taking the slap to the head. Chris was right behind him, shoving Wade full force to give Alex a minute to get to his feet.

Get the fuck out of here! Chris yelled, his voice and power making Evan shudder and Dan flinch. Dan, Change and fucken chase him if you have to. He needs to get the fuck out of here before someone gets fucken killed because of him.

I'm sorry, Evan apologized, getting to his feet. I didn't mean -

I'm fucken tired of your apologies, Chris hissed, punching Wade in the stomach and then kicking his legs out from under him. Get the fuck out of here.

Dan Changed and ran up behind Evan, shoving him with his head and then snapping at him when he hesitated.

They got Wade onto his knees and Chris slipped behind him and broke his neck. He dropped onto the ground, out of the way until his neck healed. Chris could feel Randy getting closer, so he left Wade for Randy to finish off.

They walked over to where they could see Punk taking the last vampire's head. He dropped it onto the ground, smirking at Chris and Alex.

“See? I always end up doing -” Punk staggered, falling into Chris.

“Fuck, Punk, you all right?” Chris asked, grabbing him so he wouldn't fall.

Punk lifted his hand and pressed it against his throat. When he pulled back, Alex could see fresh blood on his palm. Chris started cursing and helped Punk until he was sitting on the ground. Chris could see where his carotid was ripped open.

“That bastard got me; but the fucken joke's on him,” Punk sneered weakly, his voice hoarse. “I wanted this to happen.”

“Jesus, Punk, fucken Change,” Chris ordered, his voice shaking. Alex swallowed and wrapped his arm around Chris's waist; he knew how this was going to end. Punk laid down on the ground, shaking his head.

“No,” Punk said firmly before he smiled. “You're not my damn Alpha, Sabin, and I want this. I need to see Colt again; I can't take being away from him any more.”

“I am, though,” Randy said gently, kneeling on the other side of his cousin. He looked into Punk's eyes, and for the first time in almost three years, he saw hope there. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hand on Punk's chest. “Go with your Alpha's blessing. One day, we'll hunt on the same ground again.”

Punk nodded, closing his eyes. “Good hunting, cousin,” he moved his hand to grip Chris's before he sighed.

Chris knelt next to his friend, resting his head against Alex's. “I couldn't save him, 'Lex.”

“He didn't want to be saved,” Randy told him, placing his hand on the back of Chris's neck. “It was only a matter of time before it happened.”

Chris nodded, keeping his eyes on the ground. Randy sighed and got up. Tomorrow they would bury Punk, next to Colt where he belonged. But for now, they had to deal with this mess.

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