Brotherhood In Blood

by J. E Hanson

  The Enforcers

  Brotherhood In Blood

  J.E. Hanson

  Copyright 2013 J.E. Hanson

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  author, J.E. Hanson.

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  All characters, places appearing in this work are fictitious.

  Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  Printed in the United States of America

  ISBN-13: 978-1495940279

  ISBN-10: 1495940276

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 1

  My mystery lover has long, platinum-blonde hair, penetrating ultramarine eyes, is over six feet tall, swarthy, and has muscles that bulge from his arms. This mystery lover now inspects my body intently. His eyes alone express his tenderness, no sounds slipping from his full lips. He picks me up in his arms and caresses my lips with his own, deeply and passionately. I have never received a kiss from any man before, and so my body yearns for his affection and languishes in his attention. Carefully, I stare confidently into his piercing eyes and immediately my soul sets ablaze. My body ignites like a nuclear bomb, but deep inside. He is willing to accept me for who and what I am. I could even see the possibility of bearing his children, and becoming his wife. We both seem so uncaring, not giving a damn who watches, there where we stand in this colorless room, with its golden emblems, and chalky statues staring out from their alcoves.

  My mystery lover is now speaking directly to my heart, in a thick accent. “I want you and only you. You are who I have been patiently waiting for all my life. I am going to make sweet love to you. You are going to feel my love throb deep inside of you, right here and right now.”

  The excitement of making love for the first time builds inside of me. He jerks off my shirt, revealing my angular and lithesome body. Overwhelming passion ignites my flame. He starts to rip off my tight fitting, low-rise blue jeans, and I quickly tear off his sky-blue, buttoned-down shirt. I kiss him like a frenetic woman. His own tight fitting jeans are no longer standing upright for my hands are helping him remove them from his firm body, throwing them to the floor, revealing him as well endowed. My tongue slides over every single crease of muscle on his perfectly sculpted body. He groans seductively at me, begging for more. This incredible man immediately grips my ass tightly with his hands, and then he lifts me above his waist. A loud moan escapes me as he grinds his hips hard into mine.

  He slams me back hard against the wall, his enormous hands moves to my hair, and they become tightly entangled. My body refuses to yet yield to his touch, and so we fall to the colorless floor with him on top. He pushes his long tongue deep inside my mouth making me forget the brief pain of hitting the floor so abruptly. Instead, I fall into a pile of lush, pale cotton, and pale feathers. We are about to get down to business when a familiar voice interrupts.

  “Jeannie! It is time to wake up!”

  I look into those piercing ultramarine eyes once more and want him to continue, to get on with what he is ready to do next.

  “Please don't go!” I beg as I try to reach out to him, to keep him with me. There are a few jolts, and then disappointment sets in. The room fades from alabaster with gold to charcoal oak, and an ebony comforter. And that isn’t all; there’s also a disappointingly sizable me too.

  I grumble a few choice expletives at my perky older sister as she jerks my cocoon off me.

  “You need to get up, or you will be late!”

  There is no hiding my bitter disappointment, even from beneath my pillow. “You could not just give me a few more minutes of sleep?”

  My bubbly sister rudely yanks the flat pillow away. “No, and besides, little sis, this is your last week of high school.”

  “I was in the middle of a perfect dream until you woke me up.”

  Ava flashes me that perfect smile of hers. “If you are talking about the man who is set as your screen saver then you better get out of bed, so you can meet him.”

  I want to continue dreaming of him, but she only shoves me out of my warm bed.

  “I am glad you are so optimistic,” I say.

  My older sister laughs, smacking me with my not-so-fluffy pillow.

  We are the only ones left of our family. Last year both our parents were brutally murdered. My older sister took responsibility for raising me until I turn eighteen in a couple of months. Ava is about to turn nineteen soon, and so the court was able to grant her full custody.

  The person, who found our parents, in large pieces on the kitchen floor, was me, and so the kitchen is an extremely tough place for me to visit. Ava tried to help by completely remodeling it, but I still struggle with going in there every single day.

  Ava told me that the bulk of the insurance money belongs to her. There was never any argument, because she takes care of all the responsibilities. She made sure that our parents’ funerals were taken care of, dealt with the lawyers, my education, looking after all the bills, and doing it all at such a young age. I am very proud of her, for the generous person she is.

  Ava has every right to boss me around. I have to make sure I maintain my room and my car. I am also responsible for my own food, and all the other extra luxuries. That means I also have to work at a part-time job as well as attending high school. Ava told me that there wasn’t much left in their wills. I have no bitter feelings about how much my sister really received, since she has the expense of being a freshman in college.

  The ebony comforter that had covered my voluminous body now lays perfectly straight on my bed. I can take care of my car and room, but I can never seem to take care of my own health. My sister constantly nags me for eating unhealthy foods. I love pizzas, though, pasta, fried foods, and drinking lots of pop. The food I have eaten over the years definitely reflects in the mirror. I am living proof of that phrase, “You are what you eat.” I am not at all happy with it, and still wear my long scarlet hair in a tight bun on top of my head. I know that I am morbidly obese, but I don't need her on my case about it all the time.

  Ava is slender, six feet tall, with curly blonde hair, a tan body, and dark brown eyes. That is the only attribute we have in common—our eyes. We both take after our dad who had the same color. Our mom on the other hand had bright sapphire eyes. I am not the athletic sort either, while Ava is the cheerleader. I am also more of a reclus
e, where she is the sociable butterfly. I never had a boyfriend, but she has people calling her twenty-four hours a day, which explains why she primps in the mirror, when I just throw it all together without makeup. Of course, her teeth are perfect and normal whereas I have two incisors that remind others of vampires or werewolves. Oh, and she listens to rap, but I like rock.

  Yeah, now, wait a minute… yes, people! I have weird teeth. My parents tried everything they could to make my fangs look normal. My mom had concerns over them—not my dad. He never criticized my appearance, or had any trouble with my teeth. He always believed that I was perfect the way I was.

  My body actually takes after my mom's side of the family, my sister takes after dad's side. My mom and I shared the same straight scarlet hair. She was even antsier, when she realized that I am also allergic to the sun. Her disappointment turned into irritation, though, when she realized that I am unable to wear any silver jewelry. My body swells badly you see. Not only that, but I also get a red splotchy rash from my head to my toes. If I never take proper precautions then it is back to emergency room I go.

  My sister remains on the honor roll, and she was the Valedictorian last year for Berry High. I am also on the honor roll, but with our parents’ death, I slipped with my grades.

  James Wigglesworth is the Valedictorian for our graduating class. I attempted to be nice to the jerk, but he’s a jock, the class president, blah, blah, and blah, blah, blah. His credentials go on. I prefer to avoid him at all costs, but he takes little potshots at my teeth all the time. James wrote nasty things on my locker, and in it. He even locked me in the trunk of my own car for fun. Now, I hardly ever smile, because of him. Naturally, after all he has done it’s hard to ignore him, especially given that the bullying is almost every single day.

  Ava often reminds me, “Karma is a bitch, and one day he will get his. Just try to ignore him, and get on with your life, sis.”

  My sister is wise beyond her years.

  I am soon showering my pudgy body and long hair. I allow my hair down, but only long enough to wash it well. After my shower, I step on the scale and weigh myself. To my bitter disappointment, my weight remains the same. A few more expletives escape my lips. After drying off, I begin the tedious task of rubbing in my doctor's prescription, all over my body. The sunblock smells exactly like rotten eggs.

  I give my hair a good brushing to reduce the nasty tangles. My usual attire is baggy charcoal shirt and equally baggy charcoal carpenter pants. My sister observes me, when I emerge from the bathroom. She gives me another one of her disapproving looks, which I avoid by promptly grabbing my mesh backpack and car keys. The keys unlock an old piece of shit car, one that at this rate will not make it long either. The auto parts are holding on by a thread, but my car still gets me where I need to go. It is a little gray thing with a rubber-band engine, and duct tape that holds up the driver's side window, but it takes me to school and work every day. The radio at least works decently.

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  My car speeds through the blacktop parking lot of Berry High, and I park at the other end, at the last available spot. The thing is that humiliating to admit to. I would love to lock its doors, but they don't work.

  Currently, I live in the very quaint town of Berry, Kentucky. The population is about fifteen hundred. The only crime that has happened here was my parents’ murders. Most of the time it is just stolen bicycles or the occasional drug bust.

  Nothing much is going on now at the high school. It is after all the last week. Here I am at our “end of the year” pep rally, returning my textbooks to the teachers, and finishing off a few last minute graduation details.

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  On my way out, Mesa and Arizona greet me at the front door. Their parents are into the hippie movement and waited until they were much older to have kids. They are fraternal twins. Mesa is the boy and Arizona the girl. I always thought their names were peculiar, but they were both happy enough to become my best friends. Okay, so maybe they are my only friends. They have olive-skin, lanky, and Mesa is a foot taller than his younger sister is. He was born a few minutes before her.

  Arizona greets me with her short curly brown hair and dark eyes. “Our high school days are almost over!”

  “I’m just thankful that this year is almost over with, so I can focus on college.”

  “Did you ever receive your acceptance letter into Harvard?”

  I beam with pride, showing them the very letter.

  Arizona squeals with delight. “I am so proud of you! You are truly an inspiration. How is your sister taking the news? I bet she is proud.”

  “I haven’t told her yet, but I will, soon.”

  Mesa casually reminds me, “Make sure to tell her, before you start your first day at Harvard. Your sister hates it when you leave her out.”

  “I promise to tell her after our graduation.”

  He shakes a finger at me, “You make sure you do.”

  We say our goodbyes, and I move quickly through the parking lot. That is when James Wigglesworth stops me.

  “There is that red devil with the fangs! Be careful folks! She might suck all the blood right out of you!”

  I try to open my car door, but he blocks me.

  “James, I don’t have time for this. I am already running late.”

  “Oh, you poor little vampire freak,” he squints at me, as if he has tasted salt, and he continues, “you look like an ugly dog.”

  James then starts howling at me. He is stocky and much taller than I am. A few of his friends join us; they pull out a fifty-two quart cooler and dump its ice-cold, red liquid all over me. My bullies are all laughing hysterically at me now.

  Principal Jefferson notices, and runs over to survey the damage.

  “I want you boys in my office, pronto! There was no cause for this torment! Are you okay, Jeannie?”

  I focus on the ground and tears start trickling down my pudgy cheeks.

  “I’m okay, Principal Jefferson. I’m running late to work, and I have to leave now.”

  “Everything will be okay. I will handle these boys. I am so sorry, Jeannie,” the handsome principal tries to reassure me once again.

  “I will be okay, Principal Jefferson. I really do have to leave now.”

  He opens my car door for me, making sure my tormentors don’t try anything else. Without hesitation, I slide inside, and pull out of the parking spot to drive to work. Mr. Jefferson remains standing there, crossing his arms. I shake violently and sob. I don’t start to stabilize until after I pull into work. I’m still dripping with what seems to be fake blood.

  Luckily, I have a towel and a set of wipes with me, and soon it is all off. The extra set of clothes I always carry, come in handy for times like these. Once inside, I change, and then I complete my ensemble with a navy apron. The boss keeps me in the back, because of my terrible smell. Ironically, I am working with eggs.

  My boss shakes his head at me, and he points to his watch, signifying that I’m late. I pull a navy trucker hat over my hair. My name tag flashes off-white with ebony letters, informing customers of my name. It is time to clock in, to restock the eggs.

  For the remainder of the evening, I pull out gallons of rotten milk from the aisles. At least I’m a hard worker. That is until Mrs. Wigglesworth somehow manages to find me.

  She stabs a finger into my chest. “You disgusting, little troll! My son has to work because of you! Principal Jefferson believes it’s a swell idea that James cleans the school parking lot tonight. My son is a good boy. You know, I reckon you’re probably the one who is responsible for the deaths of your parents!”

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Wigglesworth.”

  “I will be so thankful, when my precious baby boy graduates. We will never have to see your disgusting face ever again! You are a joke to our precious town, and an abomination to our kind! You have the devil in you. You need to repent to save your soul, and may God have mercy on it!” she snaps at me.

  She left me standi
ng there, with every single customer in the store staring at me. My boss shakes his head again, and then the alarm on my watch sounds, signifying the end of my shift.

  I carefully punch out for the night, and walk in total darkness to my car. There are no stars or moon out tonight and the dark sky seems to emit evil vibes. The owls are hooting, and the night heat is on full blast. The insufferable humidity is awful here in Kentucky during the summer months. The drive is equally scary, and even the trees seem to reach out to get me. The mailbox lights look like a pair of red eyes watching me from the roadside. The two-lane country road, this late at night, isn’t fun at all. Normally, the stars and moon shine brightly, but there is something different about tonight.

  After twenty-minutes, I turn down our gravel driveway, where there are no street or security lights, and I park my car next to my sister’s brand new Mustang. I’m so happy that Ava is home. She must be studying for her finals.

  As I am about to open the front door of the house, I feel someone watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A wisp of wind breathes on my face, and I quickly turn, glancing in every direction. My unease, and an unnerving aura from within, makes me run inside the house. I slam the front door, and quickly lock it behind me. Now I’m really panicking.

  “Are you feeling okay, sis?”

  I gesture for her to quieten as I peek through the blinds, to see if anyone is outside. “I think someone is watching us.”

  “No! Please, not this bullshit again! They have already arrested the killers, Jeannie! How many times, must I reassure you that nobody is coming after us?”

  The panic starts mounting in my chest. I’m about to hyperventilate. “I can sense that there are more killers out there! I’m telling you now, sis! I can just feel it.”

  She points to the vacant spot on the couch beside her, and I reluctantly sit down.

  Tears start to well in my eyes, and the panic overwhelms me. She clutches me tightly to her chest.