(MxM) Tales Of A Shifter (P1) - The Meeting

Chapter 26 - No Co-operation

Brandon fought to ignore this new, painful world that he had woken up to.

He felt out of place here with its hulking men, glowing eyes, and sharp teeth. He stumbled into the room because there was nowhere else for him to go yet. The room he inched into was dark, except for the light that was bleeding into it from the hallway, he was so nauseous now that everything was pitching from side to side. But no matter how much he tried to, no vomit would come up. There was just the dull ache of sickness in his stomach. He couldn't analyze the room search for an escape route. He also couldn't keep his feet.

With an agonized gasp, he fell to his knees on the carpet and stayed there. He clutched at his body, trying to hold the pain at bay, but all he managed to do was dissolve into pointless tears of pain and fold in over himself, sitting on his knees in this strange, dark room.

A small shadow moved past him, and he heard cloth swishing before there was suddenly a blossom of new light. The smell of burning wax hit him a moment later.

"On no!" A soft, sweet voice called over him. He felt the shadow move past him again. "Get out of here. I can't work with you brutes taking up all the space." The feminine voice said, and Brandon heard the wood behind him swing closed.

Something hard and flat slammed against the wood behind him, but Brandon was too sick to move. He just continued to listen as the pain began to steal his breath.

"Glen!" A deep male voice barked, sounding like he was being forced to speak through the wood. "Stop trying to close the door on me, dammit" "The deep voice barked. "I need to keep my eye on that Mortal. So let us in there!

"Oh, please. The man is two seconds from passing out!" The feminine voice grunted. She seemed to be trying to move something heavy out of her way. "There's nothing to see! Now go away until he's stabilized." The female grunted, and with a sharp thunk of wood shutting, the man's voice faded away.

Brandon still couldn't move, but suddenly there were small but steel hands pulling him from the ground to his feet.

"Come on, stranger..." the wielder of the strong hands said beside him. "Let's get the Grim Reaper off our doorstep."

Brandon bit back a shout as the small woman forced him across the room, then down onto the bed so that he was lying on his side. Methodically removing the soaking wet cloth over his chest, she began buzzing around his side like a nut. He wanted to move her. Push her hands away. Cover up.....the things that he always covered up.

But....the pain paralyzed him....or was it the endless cold and chills. The waves of the sensations chasing themselves from his forehead to his toes and back again kept him in a useless pile, totally at the woman's mercy.

It hurts....god every part of me hurts.

Brandon thought to himself. It hurt so much so that the strange woman's touches melded into the agony. He lost his eyes somewhere in the back of his head. And there, along with the pain, he oddly found blue eyes watching him. Glowing blue eyes.

"This will help with pain and numb you.....but after this.....I'll be out of syringes." The strange woman said to him. Her voice was the only soft and kind thing about the situation for Brandon, so he tried to focus on it. "I hope it makes the pain manageable for you. Or at least knocks you to kingdom come for the next few hours."

Brandon barely managed to follow her, but suddenly, something warm pinched him in his arm, and he fell into the darkness. The warmth spread. Like honey in his veins, it numbed him. And in that haze, the blue eyes stayed no matter how hard he tried to ignore them. And when he woke up an untold amount of time later, he was shocked to come face to face with eyes as yellow as the sun....and ten times harsher.