Dog Love

Dog Love 22

Kahn lay in Joeys bed, unable to move even when Freya came in to try and get him to come downstairs. His eyes remained closed to hold back his tears and he buried himself deeper into the quilts, breathing in Joeys scent. His heart was aching so badly he felt like it would implode from the crush of loneliness and isolation crippling him. Freya eventually left him alone with his numb mind and Kahn stroked Joeys pillow.

Freya walked soundlessly into the living room, the fire cold ashes just like her sons body. She knelt down and gently pulled out a box from the storage shelves, her fingers leaving track marks along the dust as she opened it and stared hatefully at an old class photo. She was sat in the front row, hair in two plaits and her hands folded neatly on her lap just like her mother had taught her. Behind her was the hateful man who had cursed her life, long brown hair, eyes a vivid sea green and a smirk so smug sat on his thin, cruel unfairly talented lips. Pulling them out of the box, Freya shivered as a cold draft ran through the house and she glared darkly at the two little voodoo dolls sat in the palms of her hands. When the man had given her them, she had scoffed at the idea of being cursed and thrown the little dolls in her box of odd ends. However, shortly after her and Hansels first son, Austin, turned 18 he had been killed in a bizarre accident. There had been no remains of him to send to the afterlife and now their only other son had been ripped from the living world. Hurriedly she piled new logs into the fireplace and stoked them till roaring hot flames filled the room with agitated warmth and threw the dolls on. Freya watched in grim satisfaction as the dolls burnt away and eventually doused the fire out, her heart beating heavy in her chest.

Hansel did not question his wife as she turned to face him, he simply took her in his tired arms and they wept together quietly. Neither noticed Kahn slipping out the front door with a bag containing a few precious belongings. As he walked through the stables doors he was collided into by Shana who tumbled to the ground. The sable haired man whimpered and grabbed Kahn by his arm before he could walk off.

"We need to leave!"

Kahn looked down at Shana and noticed that his friend had gotten hurriedly dressed, knots were still hanging in his hair. Saddling Gable wordlessly, Kahn watched as Shana paced the stables nervously, frown lines appearing on his usually smooth brow. After saddling Kaster also, the other white horse Kahn mounted Gable and left the stables not even waiting for Shana.

They travelled for a few miles before any sound broke the two mens silence. Shanas head snapped up as he heard a sharp jangle and he noticed something shiny on the road. Stopping Kaster, he jumped down and picked it up, the weight of the bracelet weighing his palm down. Slipping it into his pocket for safe keeping he pulled himself onto Kasters back and carried on the quiet journey. He could think of nothing to say that would calm his friends soul and did not want to risk angering him instead.

They eventually came to a stop as dusk settled in. They were surrounded by wild life and peaceful quietness. Shana watched as Kahn threw a quilt down on the floor and layed down on it. His shoulders were hunched up around his neck and his back was facing Shana. Still they hadn't spoken so Shana kept quiet as he walked over to Kahn and layed down behind him. He stroked Kahns arm and relaxed slightly as his friend didn't push him away.

During the night as they slept, Shana wriggled around, whimpers escaping his lips. The noises and movement woke Kahn from his uneasy sleep and he looked at Shana blearily, taking a while to realise it was his friend making the noise. Putting his broad hand on Shanas shoulder, Kahn shook the sable haired man awake. The man stared up at Kahn for what seemed to last for a century before pulling away and sitting upright. His long hair fell in the way of his eyes and hid his face from sight. All that could be seen was Shanas small slender nose peeking out his hair. Gently, against his better nature, Kahn put his arms around Shana and pulled him to his chest. They rested like it for a while until Kahn realised he couldn't hear the sounds of Gable or Kaster breathing, moving around. Moving Shana out of his arms, Kahn walked to where he had tied up the horses and sadly stroked the cut leather straps he had tied them to the trunk of a tree with.

"Kahn...?"

The Rottweiler heard the fear run through his companions voice. Some how, some where, deep in Kahns broken chest Shanas timid voice pulled on snapped heartstrings. He returned to the mans side and sat beside him, quiet taking its place between them again. Shana nuzzled into his friends back and clung to the back of his shirt. His body was drenched in cold sweat, the pentagrams on the back of his hands aching ferociously.

"We'll have to carry on by foot. Someone has stolen Gable and Kaster."

"How...? We slept through it? Kahn, they were our friends!"

Kahn was surprised by Shanas outburst and he let out a sigh. He was well aware that they shouldn't have slept through such a ruckus. There was no way the two horses would have been led away quietly.

"Sorry Shana, I should have stayed up-"

Kahn was cut off by Shana shaking his head violently and was taken off guard as the young man threw his arms around him and sobbed.

"No! You don't have to be sorry! I don't want you to be sorry! Be as mad as you want, be as sad as you want. I'll take everything you give me, I'll stay by your side no matter what. I'll never leave you."

Kahns whole demeanor softened and he put his arms around the sable haired man, breathing his scent in deeply and gave a sigh. He knew that Shana cared for him. Probably more then he should but Kahn didn't want to risk losing his best friend again. Although he was deep in his own depression, Kahn had to remember that he also had to worry about Shanas wellbeing. He didn't know what had happened to the feminine male whilst under the sorcerors spell but it made him angry. It also made him lust for revenge. A revenge he knew that deep down that Shana too yearned for as they had been seperated by the malevolant man. A man who had tossed a help less child over a balcony down to hos probable death. As the sun was dawning and bleeding out into the sky Kahn vowed to get revenge against those who harmed his family and scourged innocent lives.