Opposites Attract

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Justin Kauffman

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Immoral Compass

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It took him another few long moments to respond as he placed the events of earlier back in his head on a loop.  This was very much unlike him, he never allowed anything or anyone of Heaven or Hell bother him this much.  But what Lust had confirmed.  The things Alexander, had said?  How could this have been possible?  He had to believe that it was somehow a trap and he’d just gotten caught up in it.

Leaning in at the touch on his face, it seemed as if he could feel it more than usual.  He felt as if after everything that had just transpired and how his world was no unrecognizable her touch, Grace’s touch grounded him more than anything.  This was a bit concerning because of how it was going to change things drastically between them.  For all he knew the moment his revelation fell from his lips he would lose the one human he would protect in the face of anything.

“Grace, I’m not who you think I am.  I just found out something that if it proves to be true will change us completely…and I’m not sure I want to live with that.” he said because he didn’t want to lose her over something like parentage.

Yet this wasn’t like something he could hide.  What if just the knowledge made him different, his powers different, his capacity to work?  This was just great.

“I had someone waltz into my life today and completely tear it to shreds,” Azerith began as he stepped back turning her.

He almost left the space to first go and do his own investigation.  But he knew in his gut that wouldn’t be necessary because even though everything between he and Lust had changed he would’ve spoken up.

Shaking off that though he turned to face her and spit it out, “I found out I have a Father…”

Making his expression as void as possible so he could finish, because even to her it was difficult to admit, “-it’s Eros.” 

A blank expression fell over Grace’s features as she tried to follow the words he was spilling from his lips. The way he was upset, one would have thought he’d found out his parents had died.... not that he had one that he’d discovered.  Her brows furrowed and she found herself rolling her eyes.  “I swear to God Azerith, I could slap you for being so God damned stupid,” she grit.  “First off, for you to think that something like that would make me leave you, you’re an idiot. Secondly, you’re probably the most selfish, idiotic, fucking brat I’ve ever met in my life....” Shaking her head, she got to her feet, retracting her touch from his cheek. 

“I’ve been telling you for months how worried I am about my mom. I’m on the verge of fucking losing her and I would do anything in this world to keep her safe. You in the other hand, you fucking, selfish bastard... you find out you have a parent that by his very nature will simply want to love you, and you treat it like it’s the worst thing that’s ever fucking happened to you!” By now, her hands were shaking as she shook her head.  “Azerith... I love you, I do, but if this is your definition of a bad day, you need to rethink it. Now please... take me back to my hunt before I have to go track him down all over again. If you make me ask again, I’m throwing punches.”

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In the Genes

[This blood tests came back normal and the young Mrs. Rumancek didn’t take the advice of her former physician to take a period of rest comma and no sexual activity after her apparent miscarriage stop.  I will be happy to inform her of recent and so far normal pregnancy stop.  But comma I am rather intrigued by the markers in her blood tests stop.  Something I am certain his, comma Peter Rumancek, comma is aware of.  But comma one I do not wish to speak of with his lovely bride in fear of causing a spontaneous miscarriage should she not be aware comma of her husbands complete DNA make-up stop. Though comma this is doubtful in a case like this stop. She must know comma and they would just be circling the wagons…]

There was a knock at the door.

“Full stop.” Dr. Pryce said as he clicked off his ever-present recorder and slipping it into the breast pocket of his blazer.

Walking over to open the door Dr. Pryce smiled as he often did when science was involved.  If Prycilla had been his crown jewel what he would learn now would far surpass that by leaps and bounds.

“Mr. Rumancek please come in,” gesturing Peter inside and to a chair across from his desk.

There was an almost odd apprehension in the room, but this was not the time for that, this was to be a happy occasion.  It took a few moments to get the young man to sit down but once he did Johann did the same.

“I wanted to speak with you first about your wife.” He began.

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In truth, Peter was completely unaware as to why Dr. Pryce had called him. He knew that Kyra had some tests done recently, but he had to think he would have called her, not him... unless.....

Worry creased in his brow as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, just above his knees. “Is she okay?” He asked first and foremost. He knew as of late he’d been a bit rough even though she wasn’t supposed to have been having sex at all, but surely, unless there was something wrong, that would still be a conversation to have had with her. 

In a way, he wished she would have come with her. Pryce always had made him nervous.

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Vivianna walked through the clearing, easing out from behind a cluster of trees it was a beautiful night. Unfortunately, the scene before her wasn’t exactly the activity she had in mind.

“This is all wrong.” The blond said almost as an afterthought, yet loud enough to announce her presence.

Lust had come upon Roman digging a grave, it seemed like this was one of his pastimes.  The sound of her boots on the dried leaves announced her, but the other still seemed too focused on the matter at hand.

Pausing to watch him it was interesting to see how one person’s actions could fuck up the natural order. There were to be two of them there, now with Peter wrapped up in the sheet beside his own grave, this was going to be a problem. The Sin could hear the faint sounds of a heartbeat, but he wasn’t going to last very long if something wasn’t done.  She couldn’t tip her hand right now certain things still had to play out.  Yet it was this little detour caused the original plan to go completely off the rails.  Deviations she expected, but this was a trip into the absurd that had been completely unnecessary.

“I’m beginning to think you have a fetish for burying bodies, perhaps you should become an Undertaker since you seem to enjoy the activity so much.” the blond said standing a few feet behind him, “If one is disposing of their friends, I shudder to wonder who’s next.”

Noticing that he almost seemed to be replaying whatever brought about this unfortunate turn of events she smirked, “I think you thought it would be me you would be throwing dirt on after you squeezed my throat a little too tightly.”

She had only given him insights into the fact that she wasn’t human a few times before; some things could be explained away while leaving lingering doubts behind.  But this was one of those times that it had to be done, “And before you get too excited don’t think you are going to put me into the hole beside or on top of your latest victim.”

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Roman’s mind was swirling. He swore this hadn’t been his original intent. He cared about Peter... He always had, but something in him was more unstable than a house of cards. He felt like every moment he was teetering on the edge of some cliff, and if he fell, he’d never be able to claw his way back up. 

Tears welled in his eyes as he kept digging. How many times had he cried over this damn gypsy? How many more would he? Was this really it? He kept digging, his arms moving almost on their own, but he didn’t think he could ever truly put his best friend in a grave...... there had to be a way to fix this. He’d said his kind didn’t stay dead....

He was trying to follow the rabbit hole his mind was leading him down when Vivianna’s voice lurched him back into earth shattering reality.  This woman had a knack for showing up at the worst, and strangest of times. It further pushed him to believe she had more secrets than even him. 

“You know, you’re right. I thought I’d bury you long before I ever tried putting him in the ground,” he muttered, forcing the shovel deep enough that it would stand on its own as he turned to face her. She was pretty.... in the most unconventional of ways. 

“What are you?” He demanded suddenly.  “You don’t get to waltz up and comment on my life like you’re watching some god damn movie, popping in and out as you like, and then sit here and threaten me after you can clearly see this is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life!” Even as he spoke, his voice cracked, betraying the guilt and pain he felt in his chest.  Sinking to his knees right before her, he reached over, pulling Peter into his arms as he felt the dam inside him break.  “I’m so sorry.....”

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Roman was doing something that was completely out of the ordinary for him, he was ignoring Peter. It wasn’t until Peter spoke of a dream he’d had as of late which seemed more disjointed than usual,  Upon explaining that did Roman stay in the same place with him for longer than two seconds.  They’d been on the same wavelength with things of that nature, they were linked somehow.  It reminded him of that whole…’we’re both in this together’ thing Roman said once.  However, this was something much different than before. Strange how tonight it seemed that everyone was out in town. Even for a beautiful fall night, it made this town seem like a normal place. Not one that had been plagued with inexplicable events.  But towns were like that, that was one thing Peter knew in his heart. Places were constant sources of changing energy because of those that were stationary, coming, going or simply passing through.  

“C’mon,” Peter said as he sidestepped his umpteenth person on the crowded sidewalk as he grabbed the material of Roman’s coat to steer him in the direction of the alley, “-at least cutting through here we’ll spend less time sidestepping people.”

The dream he’d had was different, it was he and Roman standing on either side of a quickly widening crater speaking words to each other that couldn’t be understood.  Yet it seemed with every attempt the gap grew more and more.

Peter was about to make completely bullshit conversation since the silence around them was quickly becoming deafening.  It wasn’t until the Upir whipped him around planting him into the wall.  Rather unsure at what brought this about the Romani was about to speak.  He was about to open his mouth when he felt Roman’s lips and tongue on his neck.

There wasn’t a lot that could be said but he almost felt the need to mask his surprise, “Ro, what-are, what are you doing?”

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How many subtle, and not to subtle, hints did it take? Roman knew he had a reputation as a ladies man, and of course he certainly lived up to it. Somehow though, ever since the moment he laid eyes on Peter, even before they ever talked, something had captivated him about the gypsy.  At first he’d tried to sell it to himself as just Peter being the new guy. He’d lived an interesting life and he held a lot of secrets.  Then he tried to tell himself that it was because of the secrets they now shared mutually, but damn it... he knew that wasn’t true either. 

As of late, he felt his chest tighten and his nerves fall on edge every time Peter walked in the room. He couldn’t keep hiding it from himself or from Peter.  He’d been lost in his own world, trying to think of the best way to broach the subject before he heard Peter start talking about his dream.  As he droned on, he thought maybe showing would be easier than telling, and that was what prompted him to push him against the wall. 

His teeth scraped over warm flesh and threatened to break skin, but he didn’t, and each harsh nip was soothed with a lap of his tongue.  “What does it feel like I’m doing Fido?” He teased, his hands tangling in Peter’s jacket to keep him from moving too far.  “I couldn’t get you to shut up and let me think, so I figured I’d show you what I was thinking about instead.”

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In the Genes

[This blood tests came back normal and the young Mrs. Rumancek didn’t take the advice of her former physician to take a period of rest comma and no sexual activity after her apparent miscarriage stop.  I will be happy to inform her of recent and so far normal pregnancy stop.  But comma I am rather intrigued by the markers in her blood tests stop.  Something I am certain his, comma Peter Rumancek, comma is aware of.  But comma one I do not wish to speak of with his lovely bride in fear of causing a spontaneous miscarriage should she not be aware comma of her husbands complete DNA make-up stop. Though comma this is doubtful in a case like this stop. She must know comma and they would just be circling the wagons…]

There was a knock at the door.

“Full stop.” Dr. Pryce said as he clicked off his ever-present recorder and slipping it into the breast pocket of his blazer.

Walking over to open the door Dr. Pryce smiled as he often did when science was involved.  If Prycilla had been his crown jewel what he would learn now would far surpass that by leaps and bounds.

“Mr. Rumancek please come in,” gesturing Peter inside and to a chair across from his desk.

There was an almost odd apprehension in the room, but this was not the time for that, this was to be a happy occasion.  It took a few moments to get the young man to sit down but once he did Johann did the same.

“I wanted to speak with you first about your wife.” He began.

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Destiny walked in the house with Sam in tow was going to be a very nice evening especially since they were getting the chance to spend it alone for a change.

“You know I would’ve loved to have come with you for a change I need a bit of scenery.” She smiled as they shared a kiss at the front door while she attempted to put the key in the lock.

The kiss continued, as they stumbled-more like Sam carried her in while he kissed her through the darkened house the sound of a glass being bumped on the coffee table made a soft rattling noise.  Neither of them paid attention it as it could’ve them trying to get to Destiny’s bedroom quicker than humanly possible.  While unbuttoning Sam’s shirt as she pulled him in the direction of her bedroom there was a noise that clearly didn’t come from either one of them.

Pulling always not that she wanted to, she marched over and switched on the lamp.

What she was not something she didn’t expect to see-just not in her house!

“Peter! Are you out of your mind!”

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“I fucking trusted you!” Peter yelled at Roman, as he noticed the look he was receiving was much different more like one would look at a stranger.

Peter didn’t feel his best granted this seemed to be some strange effect from turning against the moon so many times as well as being literally pulled from his own madness once. But this was different the scent he could smell was one of danger from an enemy.

“I stood by your side and this is how you act?  When everyone else jumped ship on you because of your self-serving behavior, I was still here!  And now you have the nerve to be angry? You are becoming everything you hated about your mother.”

Keeping his distance, they seemed to be circling each other, almost daring the other to make the first move, “How many people are you going to kill now because they were in your way or accidents, huh?”

“What was I then? Just a little something to throw everyone off your scent?” he said watching Roman get closer to him, finally outright charging slamming him into the wall of a building.

Coming in contact with the wall Peter wasn’t resolved to die, especially if the Upir wasn’t going to take the final step to put him in the grave and keep there. But this was going somewhere it shouldn’t have perhaps that fact that he wasn’t showing him the fear he probably wanted to see was probably adding to this situation.  Roman was used to that in people something that Peter never gave him.  So now why should things be any different.

“You’re going to kill me now t-” the sentence died out as he felt the sting in his neck.

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Vivianna walked through the clearing, easing out from behind a cluster of trees it was a beautiful night. Unfortunately, the scene before her wasn’t exactly the activity she had in mind.

“This is all wrong.” The blond said almost as an afterthought, yet loud enough to announce her presence.

Lust had come upon Roman digging a grave, it seemed like this was one of his pastimes.  The sound of her boots on the dried leaves announced her, but the other still seemed too focused on the matter at hand.

Pausing to watch him it was interesting to see how one person’s actions could fuck up the natural order. There were to be two of them there, now with Peter wrapped up in the sheet beside his own grave, this was going to be a problem. The Sin could hear the faint sounds of a heartbeat, but he wasn’t going to last very long if something wasn’t done.  She couldn’t tip her hand right now certain things still had to play out.  Yet it was this little detour caused the original plan to go completely off the rails.  Deviations she expected, but this was a trip into the absurd that had been completely unnecessary.

“I’m beginning to think you have a fetish for burying bodies, perhaps you should become an Undertaker since you seem to enjoy the activity so much.” the blond said standing a few feet behind him, “If one is disposing of their friends, I shudder to wonder who’s next.”

Noticing that he almost seemed to be replaying whatever brought about this unfortunate turn of events she smirked, “I think you thought it would be me you would be throwing dirt on after you squeezed my throat a little too tightly.”

She had only given him insights into the fact that she wasn’t human a few times before; some things could be explained away while leaving lingering doubts behind.  But this was one of those times that it had to be done, “And before you get too excited don’t think you are going to put me into the hole beside or on top of your latest victim.”

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Roman was doing something that was completely out of the ordinary for him, he was ignoring Peter. It wasn’t until Peter spoke of a dream he’d had as of late which seemed more disjointed than usual,  Upon explaining that did Roman stay in the same place with him for longer than two seconds.  They’d been on the same wavelength with things of that nature, they were linked somehow.  It reminded him of that whole…’we’re both in this together’ thing Roman said once.  However, this was something much different than before. Strange how tonight it seemed that everyone was out in town. Even for a beautiful fall night, it made this town seem like a normal place. Not one that had been plagued with inexplicable events.  But towns were like that, that was one thing Peter knew in his heart. Places were constant sources of changing energy because of those that were stationary, coming, going or simply passing through.  

“C’mon,” Peter said as he sidestepped his umpteenth person on the crowded sidewalk as he grabbed the material of Roman’s coat to steer him in the direction of the alley, “-at least cutting through here we’ll spend less time sidestepping people.”

The dream he’d had was different, it was he and Roman standing on either side of a quickly widening crater speaking words to each other that couldn’t be understood.  Yet it seemed with every attempt the gap grew more and more.

Peter was about to make completely bullshit conversation since the silence around them was quickly becoming deafening.  It wasn’t until the Upir whipped him around planting him into the wall.  Rather unsure at what brought this about the Romani was about to speak.  He was about to open his mouth when he felt Roman’s lips and tongue on his neck.

There wasn’t a lot that could be said but he almost felt the need to mask his surprise, “Ro, what-are, what are you doing?”

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Frustration bloomed in Grace’s stomach and it manifested as a scoff at his words that seemed to take forever to fall from his lips. “Are you fucking serious Az? By the time I get back to him I’m going to have to start over. He’s going to have shielded himself from me again, and I swear to God I’m not about to let the cops find another dead body because of this bastard. Now, did you seriously pull me away from a hunt to talk about your fucking day?”

Normally, his presence would have been appreciated in such an endeavor,but certainly not to take her from it. As icy blue hues washed over him, demanding an answer, she noticed little things. The way he paced. The way he spoke. His normally calm, cool exterior was shattered. “B.. Babe? Azerith… hang on. What’s wrong?” She questioned, suddenly feeling his urgency. What on this plane or the next could shake him like this? Generally, he was an immovable force. It was part of why they worked so well.

Whatever it was, they would make it work together. Stepping forward, she reached up, her hand touching his face. “Talk to me Azerith. What the hell happened?”

It took him another few long moments to respond as he placed the events of earlier back in his head on a loop.  This was very much unlike him, he never allowed anything or anyone of Heaven or Hell bother him this much.  But what Lust had confirmed.  The things Alexander, had said?  How could this have been possible?  He had to believe that it was somehow a trap and he’d just gotten caught up in it.

Leaning in at the touch on his face, it seemed as if he could feel it more than usual.  He felt as if after everything that had just transpired and how his world was no unrecognizable her touch, Grace’s touch grounded him more than anything.  This was a bit concerning because of how it was going to change things drastically between them.  For all he knew the moment his revelation fell from his lips he would lose the one human he would protect in the face of anything.

“Grace, I’m not who you think I am.  I just found out something that if it proves to be true will change us completely…and I’m not sure I want to live with that.” he said because he didn’t want to lose her over something like parentage.

Yet this wasn’t like something he could hide.  What if just the knowledge made him different, his powers different, his capacity to work?  This was just great.

“I had someone waltz into my life today and completely tear it to shreds,” Azerith began as he stepped back turning her.

He almost left the space to first go and do his own investigation.  But he knew in his gut that wouldn’t be necessary because even though everything between he and Lust had changed he would’ve spoken up.

Shaking off that though he turned to face her and spit it out, “I found out I have a Father…”

Making his expression as void as possible so he could finish, because even to her it was difficult to admit, “-it’s Eros.”

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Immoral Compass

Walking into the space, Azerith noticed Grace with a demon.  It seemed the creature had either gone too far or wasn’t giving up the information she knew it possessed, either way, they were having a bad time.  The smell of singed flesh hit Azerith like a wall and to get to that level it meant the Hunter had been at this for quite a long time.

That wasn’t important right now.

He watched as the creature writhed in pain speaking in tongues no human was meant to understand.  It was a little amusing the way this one operated. Not that is was someone he knew, but this one was a tough nut to crack weaving a tapestry of blasphemy and falsehoods the more Grace persisted.  This was one of those that wasn’t going to go down easy, and the demon was doing the best he could to get inside her head.  Unfortunately, that wasn’t getting him very far because she was good at shielding herself in this mode.  

“Hitting a brick wall?” he inquired to the Demon, in a condescending tone.

They both seemed to be to be surprised, at his appearance.  Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly surprising.  The Demon looked a bit hopeful that the tables had now been turned. Regardless of how polished Azerith looked, he was dangerous in his own right.  Grace, on the other hand, didn’t look as pleased; probably more leaning towards annoyed at his sudden appearance.  Most would’ve taken offense to the way she was looking at them, but between them, it was almost like a smile.

“We need to talk,” he said as he grasped the Hunter’s hand.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t all he did, Azerith pulled her out of the space completely leaving the Demon she was torturing to stew as to when she would return.  Now around them was the walls of the motel she’d been staying in for this job.  Looking around at the contents of her gear scattered on the bed in the room it was clear to see that she wasn’t taking any chances with this latest one.

He was quiet for a long few moments, he could feel the exasperation growing with each passing second.  Lighting himself a cigarette, he tried to shake off what he’d just learned.

“…I have had a very interesting day.” 

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“I wondered when you’d come to see me.” Lucifer said sensing the others approach.

There was no reply, but he could feel it bigger and stronger than ever the very core he’d held so long ago.  So many things were different now, but he was there in his presence. It was almost meant to be this way.

“Your son is very impressive, isn’t he?  More than I’d hoped for.” he knew the two of them hadn’t reconciled, but there would be time for that later. The did after all have eternity to sort out their issues.

“Even now you split your focus, you are still concerned where your brother is as well as why I did what I did,” Lucifer said finally turning around to face Alexander, and when he did he smiled almost as if he were pleased to see him.

“Still as immaculate as ever,” he said taking a few steps forward, “-you are indeed my most splendid creation, no one could ever hold a candle to you.  I have no idea when I tried to create something to even compare you are indeed perfection.”

There were so many things to lay out in this long fated meeting between them, but what was most important was Azerith, his son, that was what Lucifer wanted to speak about as he knew that would be most likely what would bring him out in the open finally.  Though just to keep things interesting he decided to tell him what he wanted to know first and then they could talk without other matters clouding his thoughts.

“Do feel free to search the place, your brother is gone. Now that we have that out of the way how does it feel to be a father?  I know that your desire to create would always outweigh your need to destroy, tell me isn’t he just glorious?”

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“I was in control Papa and I was trying to get my point across.  It’s not like I was trying to be mean.” Noah began after his father’s voice finished reverberating off of the ceiling.

But why was he always coming out of the side of blame lately?  Then Noah listened to how Peter was talking to him and it was fine at first. Only at first but there was something about when he called him Cel Mic made his hands that were once open and relaxed, now to become clenched as his nails ran across the denim of his jeans until he could feel them digging into his hands.

“Then everyone seems to keep babying me.  I am fifteen, I would deal with anyone that ever tried to do anything to Mama or Petra, but sometimes I just need my space!” he said.

The strange thing though all the space he need was when he came into the common areas of the home. He was allowed to be in his own space in his room unless someone came in.  So space, privacy or whatever wasn’t the problem however at this moment it was. Everything was a problem.

“You say you know how I feel,” Noah said somewhat under his breath but not quiet enough and his tone was a step above condescending, “-you were treated more like a man at my age I bet then I am.  Like the other day, Rod Breckridge stepped to me wrong and I was going to clean his clock. Petra saw me after the yelling in the hall and told me he wasn’t worth it.  You wouldn’t have had that “leash” put on you at my age, you probably would’ve dealt with his ass.”

By now the young Rumacek could feel his nails now biting into his skin.  At this juncture, he was certain when he opened them he’d see the marks left behind.

Peter did his best to wait until Noah was done talking so he could hear him out. It was all falling together and it made so much sense. He remembered a time when he had felt the same and wondered if his mother had ever felt like this with him. He remembered a few too many times he’d mouthed off in her direction and she’d ripped him a new one. He was sure now more than ever that he’d deserved far worse than what she ever gave. 

Nodding, he licked his lips and placed his hand on his son’s, making him unclench his fists, more so he didn’t hurt himself than anything. He could smell the blood the farther her tore his skin. 

“You’re right. I was treated much differently than you’re being treated. I didn’t have a pack, or even a family. It was just me and your grandmother. By the time I was thirteen, I was the man of the house because my dad went out for cigarettes and never came back,” he muttered. 

“It isn’t that you’re being babied. I’m sure even with that jerk, Rod, Petra wasn’t trying to tell you that you couldn’t handle the situation. She was trying to protect you because some situations aren’t worth handling. You have support. You have a pack, for lack of a better term. A family.... there’s a difference between being babied, and being loved, Noah,” he assured. 

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Storm Clouds

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There was fire in Peter’s eyes as he stood there looking at his youngest. A struggle was happening internally, the wolf, and his mind having it out. Logically, he knew, but the wolf simply snarled and lunged, telling him to put the pup in his rightful place. Under his boot.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He grit, his anger rising in his throat. “I know damn well that’s not how I raised you to act toward any woman, much less your mother and sister…”

His words were cold with a sharp edge before he let out a huff, trying to calm the snarling, rabid alpha in his veins. Moving to the sofa where Noah was sitting, he sat beside him, his gaze never leaving his son.

“I know what you’re feeling,” he sighed. “I know you didn’t mean it, but Cel Mic (little one), you have to get your tongue and temper under control. The wolf in you is waking up, and he’s going to cause you more harm than good if you can’t put him on a leash.”

“I was in control Papa and I was trying to get my point across.  It’s not like I was trying to be mean.” Noah began after his father’s voice finished reverberating off of the ceiling.

But why was he always coming out of the side of blame lately?  Then Noah listened to how Peter was talking to him and it was fine at first. Only at first but there was something about when he called him Cel Mic made his hands that were once open and relaxed, now to become clenched as his nails ran across the denim of his jeans until he could feel them digging into his hands.

“Then everyone seems to keep babying me.  I am fifteen, I would deal with anyone that ever tried to do anything to Mama or Petra, but sometimes I just need my space!” he said.

The strange thing though all the space he need was when he came into the common areas of the home. He was allowed to be in his own space in his room unless someone came in.  So space, privacy or whatever wasn’t the problem however at this moment it was. Everything was a problem.

“You say you know how I feel,” Noah said somewhat under his breath but not quiet enough and his tone was a step above condescending, “-you were treated more like a man at my age I bet then I am.  Like the other day, Rod Breckridge stepped to me wrong and I was going to clean his clock. Petra saw me after the yelling in the hall and told me he wasn’t worth it.  You wouldn’t have had that “leash” put on you at my age, you probably would’ve dealt with his ass.”

By now the young Rumacek could feel his nails now biting into his skin.  At this juncture, he was certain when he opened them he’d see the marks left behind.

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Storm Clouds

The young man looked up in the air when he saw his father come into the sunroom just off the living room and he could tell that he was about to get a lecture. He’d apologized for being unnecessarily rude to his sister and talking back to his mother because he didn’t mean it.  Normally he was very even-tempered, overly protective of his mother and sister, and respectful, like his father. But it seemed the closer he got to his sixteenth birthday, which was coming in six months, every day was flirting with disaster.  

The fact that his father didn’t speak right away coupled with the fact that it took him so long to come into the sunroom Noah knew he was fucked.  If that didn’t tell him the way his mother jumped between his father’s quick advance from the door nearly to him spoke volumes.  His father was quick to be sure, but he was almost across the room where he was standing instantaneously.  Last but not least when Kyra yelled, “Peter!” it halted him as she’d placed her hand against his chest.  However, when he sidestepped her his voice…I doubt I’ll ever forget it.  I swear it was a growl mixed with his voice as he stood nose to nose with me.

“Apologize to your Mother and Sister Noah Rumancek.  Beg them for their forgiveness and wait for me in the sunroom! Do it!”

He’d never seen his Papa that angry before.

Noah did as he was told because the young man was sincerely sorry, however after the apology he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.  It soon turned into a case of, ‘my mind knew better but my mouth ignored the memo’, “I was going to Father, just as you walked in. I’m not stupid.”

Abruptly stepping out of his Peter’s space Noah didn’t bother to see what was going on behind him.

When Peter came into the room Noah looked at him as he stood in the doorway, glaring at him.  It that moment, the youngest Rumancek feel his blood run cold.

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There was fire in Peter’s eyes as he stood there looking at his youngest.  A struggle was happening internally, the wolf, and his mind having it out. Logically, he knew, but the wolf simply snarled and lunged, telling him to put the pup in his rightful place. Under his boot.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He grit, his anger rising in his throat.  “I know damn well that’s not how I raised you to act toward any woman, much less your mother and sister...”

His words were cold with a sharp edge before he let out a huff, trying to calm the snarling, rabid alpha in his veins.  Moving to the sofa where Noah was sitting, he sat beside him, his gaze never leaving his son. 

“I know what you’re feeling,” he sighed.  “I know you didn’t mean it, but Cel Mic (little one), you have to get your tongue and temper under control. The wolf in you is waking up, and he’s going to cause you more harm than good if you can’t put him on a leash.”

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Storm Clouds

The young man looked up in the air when he saw his father come into the sunroom just off the living room and he could tell that he was about to get a lecture. He’d apologized for being unnecessarily rude to his sister and talking back to his mother because he didn’t mean it.  Normally he was very even-tempered, overly protective of his mother and sister, and respectful, like his father. But it seemed the closer he got to his sixteenth birthday, which was coming in six months, every day was flirting with disaster.  

The fact that his father didn’t speak right away coupled with the fact that it took him so long to come into the sunroom Noah knew he was fucked.  If that didn’t tell him the way his mother jumped between his father’s quick advance from the door nearly to him spoke volumes.  His father was quick to be sure, but he was almost across the room where he was standing instantaneously.  Last but not least when Kyra yelled, “Peter!” it halted him as she’d placed her hand against his chest.  However, when he sidestepped her his voice…I doubt I’ll ever forget it.  I swear it was a growl mixed with his voice as he stood nose to nose with me.

“Apologize to your Mother and Sister Noah Rumancek.  Beg them for their forgiveness and wait for me in the sunroom! Do it!”

He’d never seen his Papa that angry before.

Noah did as he was told because the young man was sincerely sorry, however after the apology he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.  It soon turned into a case of, ‘my mind knew better but my mouth ignored the memo’, “I was going to Father, just as you walked in. I’m not stupid.”

Abruptly stepping out of his Peter’s space Noah didn’t bother to see what was going on behind him.

When Peter came into the room Noah looked at him as he stood in the doorway, glaring at him.  It that moment, the youngest Rumancek feel his blood run cold.