Time Isn't an Ally [Book 3, BoyxBoy]

Time Isn't an Ally [Chapter 14]

Sam's POV (Written by the original Sam herself - @Nekiio )

As I rose, tossing the stiff bed sheets from my sweaty body, plain whiffs of blood and the putrid smelling sterile chemicals assaulted my nostrils, sending my head into a buzz. I gazed at my dull surroundings; streaked walls enveloped my room, fading ever so slightly as the room's dim light unfolded on top.  My eyes grew with excitement, spying a bunch of unfolded grapes, nestled like frozen marbles in a wicker basket across the room. I paused, before swinging my legs around, but my movement was cut short; pain exploded against the side of my head, splattering out a curse laced with blood before crumpling against the bed...

Oh, what a smart move that was! idiot! eh, where the hell is everyone? why am I her- oh, that's a daft question.. clutching my aching head I stirred, trying to catch my breath. Right... let's try this agai-

 My thoughts were cut off, my ears pricked and my nostrils flared at the fresh aroma of coffee and tobacco mixed with black liquorice. The smell lingered, just around the corner; I twisted my neck around, met by the sound of muffled voices; they rose and fell, changing from shouts to mere whispers. I grumbled, cursing the voices on the other side before shuffling out of bed. Stiffly, I made my way across the room to a well worn, velvet arm chair. Too good to resist, I took a handful of grapes; popping one after another between my lips and biting, breaking the delicate skin and letting the sweet juice run down my throat. Then I leaned forward, arching my neck in direction of the voices. I held my breath, listening intently to the words being said.

"This is..extraordinary. Quite...extraordinary. You're gone for - what? two minutes and.. SHE IS PUSHED DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS?! How am I suppose to leave her with you?!" came a male's voice. It was hard to describe. Warm and flowing, everyone seemed to relax. But as soon as they became angry, the silky voice would freeze and his voice would become like ice; cold and hard. I could only imagine how that person looked right now, likely stood tall trying to intimidate whoever those words were aimed at.  

Then came another, a different voice, his was almost godlike, rich and pure; "I don't have to justify myself to you, if my memory is correct you once inflicted this sort of pain on her!" the voice was too familiar to me; Gabriel Denail, my Fiancée. I took a moment to claw around my brain for some kind of hint for whoever the anonymous might be - his voice, his smell.. they were all so very familiar. But my mind was fogged by the medicines, I couldn't make sense of much. All I could do was keep quiet, hold my breath and continue to listen.  

The anonymous male issued the strongest possible apology.. "Urgh." 

There was a moment of silence. 

"Sure caught me off there, little brother. However, if I remember correctly you too did a bit of abusing. And I'm sure she fondly remembers that then any of my little prods and pokes." 

Gabriel fell silent. It was shocking to hear a few murmurs other then the two. So...it's a family reunion, is it? everyone is here. Lovely.

I waited for someone to cut the silence, but it continued to remain. I narrowed the space between me and the wall, straining my ears, listening to any movement. All I heard was their breathing.  

Backing away from the wall I stood up, listening for a few more seconds before walking across to my bed. /Well, that escalated quickly/  but then my body stiffened, my heart dropped into abyss. I stood there frozen, blood rushing to my ears as the silence next door was cut by something dropping against the floor - heavy, tall and solid. And by the bitter smell of fresh blood... I realised it was a body.

Joe's POV

I hung back as everyone else walked up the cobblestone pathway to the huge manor; I didn't feel like I belonged here, and something told me my presumptions would be right. I sighed as everyone but Izazya walked inside. He turned and looked at me, his eyes locking with mine. I couldn't help but smile as he walked back to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked, scanning my face for anything that would give away my problems. He always used to do this, I recognised it; but now I was changed - I didn't let any of my emotions show anymore. I shook my head.

"Nothing, it's all cool," I forced a grin. "Shall we?" I asked, nodding to the huge wooden front door. He nodded and opened it for me. I walked in slowly.

The first thing I noticed was the silence. It was so silent I could hear my own heartbeat clearly. I felt it quicken, beating hard against my chest as if it were trying to escape.

Next, I noticed how all eyes were on me and the tall male across the room, who was staring at me with a burning passion. I looked at Izazya, who had his gaze fixated on the guy. I turned my gaze back to him; he was tall -taller than Izazya, and that was saying something - his hair was dark and covered the majority of his face, falling a little past his jawline. He was slender, his clothes hung loosely off of him. If I was honest, it was like looking at Izazya in ten years time.

"So, Izazya." The male asked, his voice almost welcoming. "You brought a friend along with you."

"That's none of your business, Damon." Izazya replied, his voice dark, shadowed.

"Oh, I think you'll find it is." Damon smirked, taking a few steps forward; his fixated gaze never leaving me. I felt paralysed; I couldn't move at all.

"No, it isn't." Izazya almost growled. I felt him place his hand on my arm.

"Oh, but it is. Now, what's your name?" he asked me.

"Joseph Greenwood." I replied, raising my head a little; making it seem like I was actually confident. That's when I remembered Izazya's advice; my confidence wouldn't be winning this, it'd start trouble.

"So, these rumours are true." Damon laughed, "little Izazya got himself a little boyfriend. How cute."

I felt Izazya tense up beside me. "He isn't my boyfriend." I felt my heart sink momentarily. "He's much more than that." Izazya leaped forwards, shoving Damon back against the wall and pinning him by his throat. "Don't humour me with your stupid talk, Damon. Because I've truly had enough of your shit-"

Damon cut him off my looking at me. "Joe, tell your boyfriend that if he's got beef... That I'm a vegetarian and I'm not fucking scared of him."

I looked at Izazya. "I-Izazya-"

"Joe."

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Okay." I nodded.

"You're not scared, eh?" Izazya hissed between his teeth. "Fight me then."

"You asked for it," Damon shrugged. Somehow, he managed to raise himself off of the ground and kick Izazya across the room, before landing in a crouch. He stood to his full height and walked across the room to where Izazya was; on his back, breathing heavily.

"Izazya!" I yelled, about to run forwards to help, but I was held back by someone; Nixon. He shook his head.

"Not yet," he whispered to me. I raised an eyebrow and sighed. I turned back to the fight in process; Damon lifted Izazya off the floor as if he weighed nothing and smirked. Izazya balled his hand ito a fist and swung, smacking Damon in the face. There was a loud crack and Izazya was dropped as Damon stumbled back, clutching his nose.

"You're asking for it, you bastard." Damon growled, "quite literally."

"What?" Izazya asked, confusion crossing his face. That was, before he got a boot to the face. His head snapped back and for a moment I thought he was about to stay stood, I watched his gaze fall from Damon onto me, I watched his skin pale slightly and his eyes lose their dangerous sparkle and slowly close. I thought maybe he'd stay stood in place, and fight back once again, as my Izazya always did...

... But then he stumbled...

                              ...And fell...

                                               ...And stayed there.