Wehren - Beginnings (Book 1) & Redemption (Book 2) (on hold)

Chapter 13

A/N: The subject matter in this chapter may be offensive to some, however, it is not graphic. if you cannot handle the idea of abuse, kidnapping and rape, please do not read further. I do not usually put a music pick with my chapters, but Otep, Confrontation works here. Thanks for reading, and remember to comment and vote.

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Chapter 13

I decided to clean the house after Vash left. Why not, I had some time. I put on a pair of leggings, a tank top, socks, my plaid chucks, and the sweatshirt that Vash wore yesterday. I loved that it smelled like him. It was huge and came down to mid thigh. I turned on the stereo and loaded my Otep CD, nothing like a little heavy metal to get the job done! I started with the bathroom, it was pretty gross, sharing it with a guy did have some drawbacks. I followed that with the living room, dining room, and kitchen. It was getting close to lunch time when I finished, surveying my handiwork.  I went into the kitchen, prepared some sandwiches, got out a couple bags of snacks and the milk and put them out on the table, knowing that Kyle would be hungry when he came back from his patrol. Honestly he is hungry all the time. That thought made me chuckle. I thought I heard something and turned toward the door as it exploded inward, showering me with shards of wood. A huge, dark brown thing shot through the opening and barreled into me, landing a punch in my face. The last thing I saw was something between a wolf and a man. Then the darkness took me.

I woke slung over some-ones shoulder, and realized I knew who it was. Ivan. A sinking feeling in my stomach made me happy I hadn’t eaten yet. This was not good, I started beating on his back and struggling, but he had a firm hold and I hadn’t completely recovered from the punch he landed earlier. He was running along at a pretty good clip, with someone else, a big guy, black hair and the bluest eyes, that were a stark contrast to the wide flat face and olive complexion. We arrived in a clearing where Ivan unceremoniously dumped me on my butt. I jumped up glaring at him when I noticed the figure on the other side of the clearing. Kyle. He stood up after some effort and stood there swaying. Looking at the four flunkies surrounding he went down fighting. They all sported some serious injuries. Kyle looked as if he had some broken ribs, as well as several slashes across his chest and back, his face was bruised and one of his eyes was swelling shut. Ivan smiled maliciously and strode over to him, the intent clearly written on his face. Someone grabbed my arms from behind, intending to keep me from interfering. I looked, and not surprised, saw Vladimir. Spinning my head back I was just in time to see Ivan punch Kyle in the face, he crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Ivan proceeded to kick the prostrate form, and I snapped.

Smashing my foot down on Vladimir’s instep, I twisted at the same time. His Grip slipped, and I landed one elbow in his face, the satisfying sound of his nose breaking making me smile. My overwhelming fury taking me to Ivan, who did not even know he was in trouble.

“You bastard, Kyle!” he screamed as he kicked him in the head. “This is what you get for interrupting my playtime!”

I took Ivan by surprise. My fist connected with his left eye, his head snapping back. I drove one foot into his groin before he could recover.

“Ivan, I don't like you.” I growled, throwing another kick, this time to his stomach. He responded, swinging a massive fist at my head, but this time I was prepared, and dodged. He did connect with my shoulder, it hurt and should certainly leave a bruise, but in my rage, I hardly felt it. We danced around a bit, trying to asses the others skill level. Ivan, lacking patience decided to just charge me, hoping his size would give him an advantage. He was wrong; I sidestepped and kicked him in the ass on the way by, causing him to face plant in the dirt. The other pack members started to laugh. This just infuriated him further. I smiled. He was losing control. That means he will make a mistake. I waited for my chance, knowing that I needed to end this soon, no matter how good I am, I won’t be able to keep this up for long.