Andrew cringed, face turning bright red as he overheard what his captors were doing in the next room. More importantly, what could Andrew do while the vampires were…“occupied
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"Oh Morgan, Morgan...thank God for you! I'm by a gate. It-it's the east gate. But I can't get past it. I'm...I'm hurt."
Morgan's senses sharpened, as his eye scanned the house. The east gate was closest to them, he signaled for his men to come closer as he listened to Andrew's voice.
He turned around looking for Merlynn, the younger man was no where to be seen. He frowned his gazing comeing to rest upon the priest where he'd retreated back to the vehicles.
"I'm coming Andrew," he spoke into the phone as he walked back to the younger man. "I swear by ghod Andrew, we'll get you out! Just, stay where you are, stay hidden we'll get you out!"
The priest swiped the water from his face as he closed the phone and stood before Merlynn gathering fresh weaponery from the truck. "Merlynn," he hestitanly spoke as he gazed upon the fair young face.
The boy was not meant for this, even Andrew was not made for this. "I..." he wanted to touch the boy, wanted to reassure him that all would be alright. He wanted to kiss those lips like he'd done all those years ago, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I am going to get Andrew," he finally spoke coldly tucking his fresh guns into his belt, rearming himself with the specialized amno. "I know how gentle you are Father Merlynn," he absently spoke, "stay here."
For I couldn't bear the thought of you coming to harm. he thought as he turned to look at the boy. "I will be back." That said he turned on heel and with hand signals he marched off towards the eastern gate.
He blushed so much he almost felt his face warm. Morgan was into him. Damn… Merlynn felt he should speak back, maybe protest and offer to go along with them, to the castle of Ordoghaz. After all Kraven would protect him, wouldn’t he? The young priest couldn’t possibly imagine his lover letting him get hurt. But the image of that head in the castle’s gate…
He simply did not move to speak back, or do anything. He just avoided the older man’s glance. What could he do? He couldn’t pretend he was brave, he couldn’t pretend he was something he wasn’t.
He sulked, sitting in the car with the door open as he watched the men leaving to save Andrew. Deep inside he wished they’d succeed.
But if something happened to Morgan, he’d never forgive himself…
He had never felt a greatest urge to pray, actually pray with his soul. He reached for the cross on his chest.
He gave one last lingering look at the younger man in the car before heading with what was left of his men.
They crept towards the house of the damn, towards the gate where Andrew was. With silent signals he had his men disable the outside cameras, the creatures would never the difference between sabotage and what had happened ealier.
Morgan slunk to the gate, "Andrew?" he softly called out. "Andrew!" he desperately repeated, he'd never forgive himself for this. The priest signaled for one of his men to break the lock on the gate and with the two of them forced the gate up enough to slip inside. The priest knew the creatures kept dogs so they had to work quickly.
"Okay," he replied softly. He wanted to ask Morgan to stay on the phone to not leave him, but Andrew was too tired to plead.
"I swear by ghod Andrew, we'll get you out! Just, stay where you are, stay hidden we'll get you out!"
"Okay," he whispered again. "And Morgan? Please hurry..."
The call ended and the priest found himself so very alone. He was abysmally out of his league. What in God's name was he doing in the middle of a war?! Oh how he wished he could be back in London, in his study with a warm cup of coffee and some Latin books that needed translating...
"Andrew? Andrew!"
Utter relief made him tremble as he heard Morgan's voice. "Here," Andrew called back tentatively, his voice strained. He rustled the leaves of the bush he was hiding behind to get Morgan's attention. "I'm here."
He pivoted on heel at the sound of his friedn's strained voice. Morgan zeroed in on Andrew and found the man.
"Andrew!" he breathly spoke, as he did a quick assessment of the man, he looked pale, tired and frightened.
Morgan had to know first hand ever since Andrew had said he was injuried; it might come across as cold and harsh but the priest reached for the other man's collar first, pulled it back and found no marks from the vampires.
The father sighed and almost sagged with relief as he finally allowed a smile for his friend. "Where exactly are you injured Andrew." he soflty asked as he spared his attention between the other man and the men on watch. "Can you walk or shall we carry you?"
Andrew was so relieved that Morgan was here, really here and not a figment of his imagination. Morgan's touch on his shoulders was nothing if not reassuring. He flinched away though as soon as it dawned on him that the other priest was searching for bite marks. Andrew wouldn't have called Morgan if he had been bitten.
"Where exactly are you injured Andrew."
Now was no time to be offended though so Andrew replied as steadily as he could, "M-my shoulder. It was clawed open. And I think my ankle's broken...at least sprained."
"Can you walk or shall we carry you?"
"I think..." Andrew started then stopped. He took a deep breath to try and fight off his lightheadedness. His shoulder had really bled a lot. "I think I can walk but I'll need help."
Andrew's shoulder and ankle jarred as Morgan picked him up. The priest bit his lip to not make a sound and had he had the energy, he may have even protested being carried.
"I'm sorry Andrew. I should have never turned my attention away from you."
"S'okay..." Andrew murmured against Morgan's shoulder. He was too exhausted to be angry at the other man...for anything. Besides Andrew had gotten himself into this conflict with his foolish curiousity. And while Morgan's methods irked him at times, Andrew couldn't blame his fellow priest for Andrew's own involvement.
Morgan heard the soflty spoken words, the warrior held his friend closer, pressing Andrew against him. "No my friend, I promise." The priest felt so damn guilty! He should have never turned his back for even a second!
Finally they made it back to the vehicles, Morgan set Andrew inside his own Range Rover, helping the man get as comfortable as possible. "As soon as we're back to the convent we'll see to your injuries property Andrew," Morgan fussed as he flashed hand signals to his remaining men to gather and leave this placed of the damned.
Once his friend was seated, Morgan paused, touching the younger man's face, "I'm so sorry Andrew." the priest leaned his forehead against his old friend's, he was so tired all of sudden. The loss of Mykel, the slaughter of his men, Andrew's caputure and injuries. It was coming down upon Morgan as he sighed heavily but forced a smile. "Come on, lets get you home Andrew." he pressed a light kiss to the man's temple.
"As soon as we're back to the convent we'll see to your injuries property Andrew,"
“Thank…you.” The car seat felt so very comfortable compared to the hard ground.
"I'm so sorry Andrew.
“S’…okay…” the other priest said again “…really…it is.”
I sound awful, he thought vaguely. Andrew sorely wished everything would stop spinning, and why did he feel so lightheaded? Ah, yes, he recalled dimly, blood loss…some minor artery. Trauma from a broken ankle… Yes, yes, it was something like that, and now Morgan was talking again. Andrew struggled to tune in to what was being said even though the edges of his vision were getting a tad fuzzy.
“…lets get you home Andrew."
Oh that sounded good! Nothing like a nice rest. Morgan placed a small kiss on Andrew’s forehead. The other man could be so kind when he wanted to be.
“Y’know,” Andrew muttered, studying Morgan quizzically as the older man’s face drifted in an out of focus, “you’re not…not half s’ cold as ya pretend to be… I gotta try t’ remember that…” he added pensively. Leaning forward clumsily, Andrew meant to return Morgan’s affectionate kiss on the forehead, but in his foggy state, he missed and brushed a light kiss upon his fellow priest’s lips instead.
And then promptly passed out against Morgan’s shoulder.
Morgan's senses sharpened, as his eye scanned the house. The east gate was closest to them, he signaled for his men to come closer as he listened to Andrew's voice.
He turned around looking for Merlynn, the younger man was no where to be seen. He frowned his gazing comeing to rest upon the priest where he'd retreated back to the vehicles.
"I'm coming Andrew," he spoke into the phone as he walked back to the younger man. "I swear by ghod Andrew, we'll get you out! Just, stay where you are, stay hidden we'll get you out!"
The priest swiped the water from his face as he closed the phone and stood before Merlynn gathering fresh weaponery from the truck. "Merlynn," he hestitanly spoke as he gazed upon the fair young face.
The boy was not meant for this, even Andrew was not made for this. "I..." he wanted to touch the boy, wanted to reassure him that all would be alright. He wanted to kiss those lips like he'd done all those years ago, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"I am going to get Andrew," he finally spoke coldly tucking his fresh guns into his belt, rearming himself with the specialized amno. "I know how gentle you are Father Merlynn," he absently spoke, "stay here."
For I couldn't bear the thought of you coming to harm. he thought as he turned to look at the boy. "I will be back." That said he turned on heel and with hand signals he marched off towards the eastern gate.
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He simply did not move to speak back, or do anything. He just avoided the older man’s glance. What could he do? He couldn’t pretend he was brave, he couldn’t pretend he was something he wasn’t.
He sulked, sitting in the car with the door open as he watched the men leaving to save Andrew. Deep inside he wished they’d succeed.
But if something happened to Morgan, he’d never forgive himself…
He had never felt a greatest urge to pray, actually pray with his soul. He reached for the cross on his chest.
“God…” he murmured. “Please…”
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They crept towards the house of the damn, towards the gate where Andrew was. With silent signals he had his men disable the outside cameras, the creatures would never the difference between sabotage and what had happened ealier.
Morgan slunk to the gate, "Andrew?" he softly called out. "Andrew!" he desperately repeated, he'd never forgive himself for this. The priest signaled for one of his men to break the lock on the gate and with the two of them forced the gate up enough to slip inside. The priest knew the creatures kept dogs so they had to work quickly.
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"Okay," he replied softly. He wanted to ask Morgan to stay on the phone to not leave him, but Andrew was too tired to plead.
"I swear by ghod Andrew, we'll get you out! Just, stay where you are, stay hidden we'll get you out!"
"Okay," he whispered again. "And Morgan? Please hurry..."
The call ended and the priest found himself so very alone. He was abysmally out of his league. What in God's name was he doing in the middle of a war?! Oh how he wished he could be back in London, in his study with a warm cup of coffee and some Latin books that needed translating...
"Andrew? Andrew!"
Utter relief made him tremble as he heard Morgan's voice. "Here," Andrew called back tentatively, his voice strained. He rustled the leaves of the bush he was hiding behind to get Morgan's attention. "I'm here."
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"Andrew!" he breathly spoke, as he did a quick assessment of the man, he looked pale, tired and frightened.
Morgan had to know first hand ever since Andrew had said he was injuried; it might come across as cold and harsh but the priest reached for the other man's collar first, pulled it back and found no marks from the vampires.
The father sighed and almost sagged with relief as he finally allowed a smile for his friend. "Where exactly are you injured Andrew." he soflty asked as he spared his attention between the other man and the men on watch. "Can you walk or shall we carry you?"
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"Where exactly are you injured Andrew."
Now was no time to be offended though so Andrew replied as steadily as he could, "M-my shoulder. It was clawed open. And I think my ankle's broken...at least sprained."
"Can you walk or shall we carry you?"
"I think..." Andrew started then stopped. He took a deep breath to try and fight off his lightheadedness. His shoulder had really bled a lot. "I think I can walk but I'll need help."
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Morgan reached down and scooped his friend up, trying his best to be gentle, but they needed to get as far as possible as quickly as possible.
"I'm sorry Andrew." Morgan mumbled as he carried the man over his shoulder. "I should have never turned my attention away from you."
After a few minutes, Morgan's men camed to help carry Andrew, which made the trek back to the base camp easier.
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"I'm sorry Andrew. I should have never turned my attention away from you."
"S'okay..." Andrew murmured against Morgan's shoulder. He was too exhausted to be angry at the other man...for anything. Besides Andrew had gotten himself into this conflict with his foolish curiousity. And while Morgan's methods irked him at times, Andrew couldn't blame his fellow priest for Andrew's own involvement.
"Don't leave me," he requested quietly.
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Morgan heard the soflty spoken words, the warrior held his friend closer, pressing Andrew against him. "No my friend, I promise." The priest felt so damn guilty! He should have never turned his back for even a second!
Finally they made it back to the vehicles, Morgan set Andrew inside his own Range Rover, helping the man get as comfortable as possible. "As soon as we're back to the convent we'll see to your injuries property Andrew," Morgan fussed as he flashed hand signals to his remaining men to gather and leave this placed of the damned.
Once his friend was seated, Morgan paused, touching the younger man's face, "I'm so sorry Andrew." the priest leaned his forehead against his old friend's, he was so tired all of sudden. The loss of Mykel, the slaughter of his men, Andrew's caputure and injuries. It was coming down upon Morgan as he sighed heavily but forced a smile. "Come on, lets get you home Andrew." he pressed a light kiss to the man's temple.
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“Thank…you.” The car seat felt so very comfortable compared to the hard ground.
"I'm so sorry Andrew.
“S’…okay…” the other priest said again “…really…it is.”
I sound awful, he thought vaguely. Andrew sorely wished everything would stop spinning, and why did he feel so lightheaded? Ah, yes, he recalled dimly, blood loss…some minor artery. Trauma from a broken ankle… Yes, yes, it was something like that, and now Morgan was talking again. Andrew struggled to tune in to what was being said even though the edges of his vision were getting a tad fuzzy.
“…lets get you home Andrew."
Oh that sounded good! Nothing like a nice rest. Morgan placed a small kiss on Andrew’s forehead. The other man could be so kind when he wanted to be.
“Y’know,” Andrew muttered, studying Morgan quizzically as the older man’s face drifted in an out of focus, “you’re not…not half s’ cold as ya pretend to be… I gotta try t’ remember that…” he added pensively. Leaning forward clumsily, Andrew meant to return Morgan’s affectionate kiss on the forehead, but in his foggy state, he missed and brushed a light kiss upon his fellow priest’s lips instead.
And then promptly passed out against Morgan’s shoulder.
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