Where Loyalties Lie (boyxboy)

Prologue

Janice was feeling triumphant. She had finally managed to convince her big scaredy cat of a husband to watch some old horror movie. With the typical blood guts and gore and that big breasted heroine, you know the one. And boy was she enjoying watching him squirm and cringe at each new terror displayed on the screen.

Each twisted surprise elicited a squeak of shock, more becoming of a chipmunk or a prairie dog than from a fully grown man. She chuckled looking up at the man she loved fondly. Honestly, it kind of looked like he'd wet himself if she even exhaled suddenly. She reached her arms around Frank comforting him with a hug.

The villain was slowly stalking toward the poor dumb heroine. he crept closer. All she would have to do was turn around and she'd see him. But her terrified gaze was looking for the man in the wrong direction. She thought she was safe in that stupid hiding spot. The girl's breathing was erratic, breasts quivering with each gasping breath. She was just so scared. The man was almost upon her. Still sneaking from behind.

He positioned his gun to her head and quickly clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle her screams.

He put his finger on the trigger and...

There was a knock on the door.

Frank jumped and let out one of those oh-so-adorable squeaks. That had been a knock on their door, Janice realized. Someone knocked on their door in the middle of the night while they were watching a horror movie and having cuddly couple time.

Hmm, one of them should probably get up and answer the door. But Janice was so comfortable. Surely her loving husband would answer the door for her.

She looked to Frank expectantly. His eyes widened and he managed to squeak out, "No way in Hell am I answering that door."

Then again... maybe not.

Janice let out a huff and rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll open it."

Groaning, she languidly pulled herself off the couch and stretched, wincing as her shoulder popped. She strolled over to the door and turned on her porch light, unlocked the door and slowly opened it.

"Oh. My. God," she breathed.

The sight that awaited her looked like it could have been straight out of the movie they were watching. There, in front of Janice, on their front porch stood a man. A beautiful, stunning being with long crimson locks and strange red eyes. And the guy had pointed ears. It was a strange sight but not unheard of, Janice supposed. She had a cousin that had slightly pointed ears. Nothing like this guy's though. Maybe it was cosplay? His clothes certainly matched that deduction...

And in the man's arms was a child.

Sounds nice right? Aww. Not scary at all. Except the man was covered head to toe in blood.

He took a ragged breath in and Janice realized he was shaking pretty badly. "Please," he licked his lips which just succeeded in smearing some of the blood around and making Janice want to vomit, "take care of my child," he offered the small babe to Janice. "Take care of my Aldrian."

Not knowing what else to do, Janice nodded and numbly took the boy from his father's shaking hands.

Once he was cradled in her arms she took in the child's appearance. He had the same strange features as his father. But instead of red eyes the child's were an unnatural gold.

The boy blinked up at her with intelligent eyes and she watched disbelieving as that strange gold color dimmed to a more usual honey brown. His crimson locks became a more subdued red. And those ears. The boy's pointed ears rounded out making him appear more... human.

She gasped in wonder at the child in her arms, questions running fast and fleeting through her mind.

Who was this strange man?

Why had he given Aldrian to her?

Why was he covered in blood?

What was he running from?

Because he was clearly running from something... or someone.

She wanted answers.

When Janice looked up from the child to ask his father those questions, and more, there was nothing in front of her but an empty porch. She gasped looking frantically for any sign of the man that had been standing in front of her. Great, next time somebody showed up on her doorstep covered in blood she was slamming the door in their face.

There was no sign of him ever being there.

"Frank!" she exclaimed running into their living room the babe held close to her chest.

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AN:  So... my goal with this story is to have more chapters than cast which could actually be difficult for me since I've never managed to write a story longer than 18 chapters.  I'm feeling pretty good about this one though.  I've got ten written already and there's still a way to go with the story line.

        That's Raj Patel as Frank.