Tales of a Shifter (P5) The White Mountain

Chapter 4 - Don't Love Me

Chapter 4 – Don't Love Me

You got me chasing hope out on the Horizon for you.

Eden Project (Ghost)

When Ezekiel woke up he was laying in Brandon's lap. Soft fingertips danced across Ezekiel's scalp, eliciting small pleasured shivers. Brandon's fingertips were cool signaling that the fever that had once gripped him was long gone.

It was also easily apparent from their surroundings that only a small amount of time had passed in the woods, seeing as the dimmed sunlight from above still streamed down from the canopy and touched the pine needles all over the area.

Once more Ezekiel was assaulted by a sharp and unpleasant feeling of throbbing hollowness in his core. It was not painful beyond bearing, but it still sapped his initial strength upon his awakening.

So for a long moment Ezekiel soaked back into himself and he just let a few peaceful moments roll over him. For a long time it seemed that Brandon didn't know he was awake, but suddenly Brandon was speaking, shattering the pleasurable peace between them.

"I keep going over it in my head Ezekiel...and I've decided that you must have a death wish..." Brandon softly spoke his fingers still tracing across Ezekiel's scalp.

Ezekiel didn't reply. He sensed that Brandon had something he had to get off of his chest...and after finally seeing Erin and Drin and regain some of his strength he was prepared to have a talk that had been put on hold only a few hours ago.

"This is the second time you've willing allowed me to hurt you." Brandon said next, then he sighed deeply and his hand stopped stroking Ezekiel's hair. "I don't understand....Your care for me seems so unesscesary. I've given you nothing but trouble."

Ezekiel chuckled softly, still laying in Brandon's lap and replied. "Is it that much of a mystery? You know why I feed you. Why I care about you. Are you afraid to acknowledge what I've said to you just this morning?"

With a slightly frustrated sigh Brandon asked back. ""Ezekiel what do you want me to say?"

With a small hiss and a grunt Ezekiel pushed himself up from the conferrable confines of Brandon's embrace, to turn to him and softly reply. "I want you to tell me that you feel something back." Ezekiel shook his head and gestured out to him. "I would like to know where you stand. I mean do you feel anything for me at all?"

As if the question was a filthy turd, Brandon's face scrunched up in utter disbelief. "Of course I feel something for you Ezekiel! I..I am..!"

I'm in love with you!

Brandon started to confess, then he stopped, but the words sat heavy on his heart even as he strangled then in his throat.

"Im the worst..." Brandon scoffed at himself in utter disgust and without another word he twisted up onto his feet and started walking away.

But if Brandon thought he was leaving this conversation Ezekiel's stopped him in his tracks, as the Guardian shot to his feet and easily captured Brandon's arm. Brandon turned on him with curses and screams hanging on his tongue, but Ezekiel over rode the anger in his face and stance as he barked his own question.

"You what?" Ezekiel hissed, jerking on Brandon's arm, bringing him to an unwilling halt a few feet away. "Do you love me?"

A painful lurch in his heart made Brandon flinch away from the dead center words of the Guardian, but in the next moment Brandon spat at him vehemently. "I didn't say that!