Immortal Protector [l.r.h] (A.U.)

Twenty-One

And for the moment you've all been waiting for...

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Luke sat my breakfast down on a plate in front of me, setting down a glass of orange juice and a fork beside it. He grabbed the salt and pepper for the eggs, and rested the two things down on the table. He finished his preparation with a kiss to my head, his hand caressing the back of it. I felt his thumb comfortingly rub at it before the touch disappeared. On the plate, there were big, fluffy pancakes with maple syrup lightly drizzled over the top, and quietly-sizzling sausage with scrambled eggs were on the side. A glass of orange juice was sitting in a space away from the edge of the table but close to my plate.

     "Thank you for making me breakfast," I said to him quietly, picking up the silver fork and cutting a small piece of pancake. I put it into my mouth, my mouth bursting with flavor, making me hum in approval. "This is delicious, Luke."

     "I'm glad you like it," he told me, giving me a small smile. "I would do it for you every morning if you wanted me to."

     He lightly grasped the hand that wasn't holding the fork and brought it to his lips. He softly pressed kisses to my knuckles, giving it a squeeze after he was done. I giggled at him, bringing another forkful of food to my mouth.

     "Can you tell me about that nightmare now?" he questioned. "Like you said?"

     I held a finger up, signaling him that I would tell him after I finished chewing. I swallowed, drinking some orange juice to wash the chewed food down. I set the glass back down in the space where it was sitting, wiping my mouth a bit with my wrist.

     "The nightmare first started out as dream," I explained. "I was a turned werewolf in wolf form," This made him smile, "and you and the lads were there with me. We were hunting for some food I think, but we stopped in a small clearing to look for a scent. I had found one, and I howled to let you guys now. Then we had begun to run in the direction where the prey was."

     "You were a werewolf in this dream?" he curiously asked, that damn smile still on his face. I nodded, grinning a bit. "In wolf form?"

     My head gave him a nod, my grin growing a little wider. "Yes, I was in wolf form."

     He looked surprised but happy. "So you weren't lying."

     "I wasn't lying. Then the scene changed; I was tied down to a metal table, and my brother was in front of me holding a knife. It looked like a hunting knife, but I don't think hunting knives have engraving on them."

     "It had engraving on it?"

     "Yes, it did. He told me that it was a knife used to kill demons, but he took it further than them. He concluded that it could kill vampires and witches and shifters. He plans to use that knife to kill you. To prove that it could kill werewolves."

     "A hunting knife that kills demons and all that shit?" I nodded in confirmation, seeing a grave look come upon his face. "Did he do anything to you with it?"

     "He cut me," I whispered, but it was barely audible. I set my fork down, rubbing my aching wrists. I looked down, seeing that my recent scars were red and irritated. "He started with my wrists then cut me all the way up my arms."

     Anger settled in his eyes, but a pissed look rested on his face. "Did he say or do anything else?"

     "He licked the blood that was on the knife." That pissed look turned to one of disgust. "He murmured that my blood tasted sweet. His last words before I woke up were, 'Have fun screaming, Rose.' It sounded like he was going to enjoy torturing me."