(MxM) Tales of a Shifter (P4)- The Blood

Chapter 43 - Fragile

Chapter 43

When Ezekiel woke up he was assaulted by three things.

A sharp and instant sore throb that radiated from his core. The soreness radiated from somewhere deeper than his skin and his bones.....it was like everything that made him Ezekiel was sore. His...soul felt like it was achy and weak.

It was an unpleasant and strange sensation, but nothing wholly painful....or a cause for excitement.

The second thing that came across Ezekiel was the sharp flashes of remembering Brandon's energy attacking him...feeding on him. It had hurt...a lot. But....Ezekiel was internally happy that he had gotten to give Brandon what he needed. Some energy to feed on.

The happiness Ezekiels felt was unfortunately swallowed in the third thing that he noticed when he woke up.

Brandon.

He was the first thing that Ezekiels saw when he forced his eyes open, mostly because Ezekiels woke up lying on his back, face to the left, and there were two candles glowing in the room. Giving testament that it was still late in the evening...and that the events of the Feeding had only just passed in the last hour or so.

Brandon was sitting in a cushioned chair, far to the left of the bed. His face was hidden in the shadows and his black leather gloves were securely fitted around his hands, which he had pressed to his eyes as if he were hiding from the candle light....or thinking.

The moment Ezekiels saw him Ezekiels was touched with a feeling of deep disquiet and pain....his posture looked off, and Brandon was sitting far too still.

Groaning in an attempt to get his attention Ezekiel slowly started to work his cramped back and body up into a sitting position. "Brandon?"

Ezekiels called out as he stifled a small hiss of pain as his back and elbows popped.

The second he spoke Brandon flinched dropped his hands and jumped up from his seat. His skin looked far less pale and fevered, but his eyes were blown wide with fear.

"Oh my god...are you okay!" Brandon screamed big eyed. Crossing the room Brandon dropped down besides the bed. He didn't make a move to reach out, and he hesitated to even touch the bed for a moment. "Ezekiel are you okay!!!" he asked on a slightly frantic edge.

Wanting to calm him Ezekiels shook his head and softly asked him a question of his own. "Brandon....how long was I out?" Ezekiel asked hoping to string a few details out of him about what had actually happened after he passed out.

But Brandon wasnt in any shape to talk, he wasn't in any shape at all. His eyes looked dull and hunted. Perhaps he was feelings better physically, but the scars in his mind were far too visible in his eyes.

"You were only out for a few minutes!" Brandon sharply reported. "Now how do you feel...any burning or pain!? "

Sensing that the answer to his frantic question was the only thing that would calm him Ezekiels sighed, and calmly replied.

"I'm fine Brandon. I'm a little sore I guess...My body kind of aches all over." Ezekiel gorged out loud as he slowly sat up on the bed and leaned back on the headboard of Brandon's bead then he paused and scoffed. "Damn...I don't think I've ever said those words before being a Reaver and all." Ezekiel chuckled, not sensing the sharpness of Brandon's emotions as they boiled over until it was too late.

"God I....was so scared...." Brandon moaned into his hands suddenly walking back over to the chair. His voice cracking as his shoulders started to shake as he softly curled into himself and started sobbing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like that!"