Seth: Soul Eaters MC

by Kline, Sandy

  Then he pulls a postcard out of his jacket.

  “What’s this?”

  “This is the event. It’s the last Saturday of the month and your brother’s going to be training seven days a week to prepare for it.”

  I stash the postcard in my purse. I’ll look at it later. In the meantime I need to get home and get some writing done. It’s so late as it is but I just have a hard time dragging myself away from Seth. Sometimes I just want to stand and look at him. He’s just so damn flawless it makes me want to see more.

  He takes a step towards me so close I can smell his minty breath.

  “Come on darlin’.”

  “What, is it time for me to put out now, is that it?”

  “Well I woul-”

  “Oh my god, you’d like it if I was easy wouldn’t you? Just shut up and put out; right? Just because you saved my ass back there doesn’t mean I have to put out. I’m grateful but I don’t show my thanks by dropping my drawers.”

  “Darlin’ I wouldn’t expect you to.” He breathes.

  “And what’s with this darling shit anyway? Is that what you call all the girls?”

  “Only if it fits.”

  “Well I don’t date criminals so sorry to burst your ego bubble.”

  “Hey I’m not looking for a date.”

  “Then what the hell do you want if not a date?”

  “Isn’t that obvious?”

  “I just can’t believe you actually think you have a chance with me.” I reply.

  “And I can’t believe you actually think you can resist me.”

  “Well if you’re just going to rape-”

  “I’m not taking about rape darling. That is one behavior that is never tolerated in the club. You force yourself on a young lady and the club will cut off your balls! We’re not a bunch of savages sweetheart.”

  “Yeah I’m looking at these boots, all that leather, and then that wraith on your back… You’re never going to convince me you’re not a lot of savages.”

  “It’s just an image darlin’. There’s so much more going on underneath this cut.”

  My head’s going; ‘I don’t give a rats ass what he’s got underneath that cut’, but my body’s panting a totally different story. There’s something about the way he looks at me that’s a total turn on. He has such a high level of confidence… but then so does Marc so it’s more than just that. Maybe he’s got a twelve inch cock or maybe an eight inch one that makes a serious left turn; I don’t know. My body just betrays me at every turn when it comes to this guy.

  While my head’s in turmoil he reaches out and does something as simple as brushing an errant strand of hair from my forehead and suddenly I’m flying the white flag. His hand brushes my cheek and the touch is both gentle and electrifying! I’m no longer capable of resisting. When his mouth finds mine I’m more than ready for those tantalizing lips. At first the whiskers on his upper lip and chin tickle, and then I’m just lost in his kiss. I’m a big fan of kissing. Trouble is, most guys while fans as well, their skills don’t hold up under pressure so to speak. Seth on the other hand is fantastic! When our tongues collide and begin their erotic dance it sends twinges of pure pleasure right between my crossed legs. Damn this guy is good! I can feel warm bursts of air in my face from his nostrils as he exhales intense passion. And just when I feel like I could be content if I did nothing else with my life but kiss Seth I get hit with a world class round of guilt that I’m sorta stepping out on my boyfriend Marc. And despite that I feel a vacuum immediately and wish I could just keep kissing Seth.

  “What’s wrong?” He asks.

  “This…never mind.” I reply. “I have to go.”

  I really have to go now before I start trying to justify doing even more than just kissing. I have to leave or the next time I’m with Marc my guilty transgression is going to be written all over my face.

  “Sorry I really do have to go.” I say to the bewildered biker.

  Judging by the look of astonishment on his handsome face I get the feeling he’s not used to women spurning his advances. I turn on my heels and go into my house without so much as a backward glance.

  When I finally do get to bed it’s like 2:30 am and there’s no way I’m going to get any work done so I might as well try to sleep. I strip off my clothes and let them fall where they may. I crawl into bed and I’m asleep the second my head hits the pillow.

  My dreams alternate between flashes of my brother getting his ass kicked in the ring and torrid love scenes where Seth and another woman are introducing me to new hedonistic heights between the sheets.

  During my waking hours I am increasingly plagued with thoughts of Seth and the Soul Eaters. When I’m with Marc I’m having a hard time carrying around the guilt from my dreams of his arch enemy Seth. If I’m not careful it’s going to cause a problem in our relationship and I haven’t really done anything to feel guilty about.

  Chapter Five

  Caleb vs The Breaker

  The last Saturday of the month is on me before I know it and tonight is the biggest fight card of the year at Arco Arena. One more time I wade through the crowd of single, silicon boosted whores looking for a new boyfriend or looking to step out on the one they already have. Now that’s the story I should be writing for the website. I grow tired of covering cage fights and I’m even more tired of the fighters themselves and their oversized egos. Why can’t anyone in this business go by their real names? Even the cage referee goes by The Judge. He was probably a fighter himself in the past. The crowd is already chanting the names of various fighters on tonight’s card. There’ll be eight fights tonight and I swear all sixteen fighters names are being shouted simultaneously right now and it’s making my ears vibrate painfully. I flash my press pass at the edge of our area and duck under the tape. Somewhere in this mass of flesh should be Molly. One of her clients is Bullshido.com. She’s actually their lead writer. She also writes for several print magazines and she’s the one who got me into this business.

  “Hey girlfriend!”

  I turn around and discover Molly standing right behind me holding her fight card.

  “I see your brother is the main event tonight.” She says. “How’d he manage that?”

  “The club’s doing this huge push to get him into Surge and tonight Mike White from Surge is going to be taking a look at him. I guess the club is hoping he’ll become the company’s flagship fighter for the New Year.”

  “Wow! That’s impressive. I had no idea your brother was that good.”

  “Yeah I didn’t either. The club is acting as his manager and they have some amazing coach working with him so they think he actually has a shot at this guy tonight.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Molly replies. “Breaker is not one to let anyone tap out. If he beats your brother he’ll fuck him up!”

  “Yeah, did you really have to remind me of that?”

  “Sorry, sometimes I forget he’s your brother.”

  “So do I. But I don’t think the club would put him in this position if they thought he’d lose. They know a loss to Breaker could be a career ender. That’s what happened to the Black Knight last year. He’s never been able to come back from his fight with Breaker.”

  “Don’t I know it. I had a month’s rent on that fight and I lost it.”

  The lights dim and a hush falls over the crowd as the ring announcer takes the microphone and introduces tonight’s first fight.

  The first seven fights come and go with few surprises. If I hadn’t been here for my job I would have skipped them and arrived right now - minutes before the premiere fight. When they announce Breaker’s name, the crowd goes insane chanting his name over and over again until I’m pretty sure my eardrums are broken. He’s definitely a crowd favorite and I’d hate to be the guy stepping into the ring with him. It’s gotta be hard to keep from getting psyched out by the crowd and your opponents reputation. When they finally announce my brother a huge explosion of chanting and cheering comes from one se
ction of the auditorium; right where the Soul Eaters have gathered. While most of the crowd is cheering for Breaker, the bikers actually hold their own in the noise department. That should help my brother stay in the right frame of mind.

  Caleb is wearing a pair of black shorts with the words Soul Eaters across the butt. He is actually an impressive specimen. He’s obviously bulked up and with his biker’s patch tattooed on his broad muscular back he looks like someone to be reckoned with. For the first time since I heard who he is facing tonight I actually think he might have a chance.

  Both fighters approach the center of the cage and stare at one another as the referee goes over the rules. It’s clear neither man is paying him any attention. The refuse to tap gloves and just glare until the ref drops his hand and steps back. He barely gets himself out of the way before Breaker is all over Caleb. In seconds my brother is reeling backwards, blood already flowing from his nose. But the Breaker doesn’t let up. He charges in, pounding his opponent left and right before he finally leaps in with a knee to the torso.

  Amazingly Caleb sees it happen and sidesteps, then whirls around and drops his elbow right onto Breaker’s spine just below the skull. On a normal man that would be the end of the fight. The shock to Breakers spine makes him take a knee on the mat for a brief second before he lunges up trying to attack Caleb from up and inside. My brother is ready for that too and grabs the Breaker by the jaw and back of his head and wrenches his neck to the side and down. Both fighters go to the mat in a heap, but my brother is on top.

  Suddenly the Breakers rabid fans are silenced and the Soul Eaters sound as if they’re the only ones in the arena tonight. They are going nuts and it looks like every single one of them is giving Caleb shouted and demonstrated advice on the fight. One dude is advocating a jab to the eyes, another to the throat, while a third is mimicking some kind of move to break the Breaker’s neck. These guys aren’t just out for the win, they want blood!

  But the Breaker’s not finished yet as he manages to hook his leg around Caleb’s neck and suddenly he’s on top and my brother is on his back fighting for his life. Molly who is right in front of me suddenly flinches away from the fight, covering her face. When she drops her arms I can see what happened. There’s a sizeable swath of blood smeared across her face and chest. I can see the revulsion in her face as she tries to focus on the fight and to keep from vomiting.

  My handsome brother’s face is a wreck. Even if he wins tonight he’s going to be the walking wounded for quite a while. Breaker is hammering his fist into Caleb’s smashed nose when the first bell rings signaling the end to round one. The Breaker is so intent on crushing my brother he either doesn’t hear the bell or refuses to acknowledge it. Suddenly the ref tackles Breaker and they both go down. Reflexively Breaker goes to elbow the ref in the face but it’s easily blocked. Then two more bodies converge on Breaker and they drag him away to his corner holding him down until he regains his senses. The ref gets up and I’m sure he’s going to throw Breaker out but he just wipes his bloody nose and signals for round two to begin.

  I’ve been to a lot of cage fights and while some are pretty tame, most are pretty brutal, and none compare to tonight’s bloodletting. The fight is scheduled to go three rounds but halfway through round two and it looks like neither fighter is going to last that long. Breaker has cuts above both eyes and a gash on his chin. Caleb’s nose is squashed and off to one side and he has a nasty cut beneath his right eye. Breaker is having trouble seeing anything but my brother is having trouble just breathing. Something’s gotta give and I hope it’s not Caleb. He’s beaten up Breaker so badly that a loss now will certainly result in numerous broken bones. If my brother doesn’t win this fight and win it soon his career will be over before it’s really even gotten started.

  When the bell sounds for the end of round two it takes the ref and two others to separate the two combatants. If my brother wins this is going to set up the rivalry of the ages and that’s just perfect for Surge if they choose to take on Caleb. Nothing sells fight tickets better than an ongoing blood feud.

  When round three starts both men are still shaky but focused. Breaker goes for a quick takedown but my smaller and slightly faster brother sidesteps the move and goes for a takedown himself. Breaker easily slips him and goes on an attack with his legs by firing an onslaught of kicks that are surprisingly fast for the big man. Caleb narrowly dodges one that would have literally taken his head off at the shoulders. Both men’s faces are covered in bright red blood making them look like a pair of creatures from one of Wes Craven’s horror movies. Suddenly Caleb slips on a pool of blood on the mat and he goes down to his knees. Breaker pounces and there’s a flurry of punches from both opponents but they’re so fast I can’t even begin to see who’s punching who. Suddenly Breaker’s head rocks back violently and I can literally see the light go out of his eyes. The fight’s over before he hits the mat.

  The entire auditorium leaps to their feet erupting in a mixture of anger and glee. The underdog has taken on the big man and defeated him in a spectacular blood-fest! My brother is so out of it that when the referee grabs his glove to lift it in victory he nearly punches the ref in the face. When it does dawn on him a huge smile breaks out across his bloody, battered face. That’s an image that’s gonna stick in my mind for a long time. He looks truly crazed. When I finally tear my gaze from Caleb’s hideous face I look down at his fallen opponent and two paramedics are transferring him to a back board. They’ve got a collar on his neck to protect his spine and are administering oxygen. Suddenly I’ve got a déjà vu from the first fight I saw my brother in. I seriously hope he hasn’t killed another fighter.

  In the middle of the celebration in the cage Mike White from Surge enters the throng and congratulates my brother. Then he hollers something in his ear Caleb pumps his right fist in triumph! Then everyone around him is jumping up and down and hollering to one another.

  “Looks like your brother just became Surge’s new superstar.” Molly says to me.

  “You’ve got a little something here.” I reply, pointing to the corner of her mouth.

  She actually has a little something all over her face and neck. It’s going to take some washing to get the smell of blood out of her hair.

  “You don’t think…” I begin.

  “No he couldn’t have killed his second opponent.” Molly reassures me.

  “You’re right.” I reply. “He was just knocked out and they’re just taking extra precautions given how bloody a fight that was.”

  We say our goodbyes and return to write up our stories and get cleaned up. Once in a while I actually enjoy the fights but tonight was just too brutal for me. I feel like I need to go home and wash my eyes. There are some things you wish you could un-see and tonight is one night I’d love to erase from memory. This is gonna cause some nightmares; I’m sure of it.

  Chapter Six

  The Good, The Bad, and The Confused

  The Bad…

  It’s Saturday night again and this time Marc and I are going to have a real date. The last one began and ended on my couch so tonight we’re really going to go out of my house. The plan is for him to pick me up at 8:30, but we’ll see how early he is going to be tonight.

  As usual Marc arrives early…very early. While I can understand his desire to make sure he’s not late, arriving nearly an hour early puts a lot of stress on me even though he tries his best to stress that I should feel no pressure and he is totally fine waiting in his car. I can’t do that of course; I’m not a total heel. So now I have him sitting on my couch in the living room sipping a club soda while I try my best to relax and get ready.

  Before leaving my room I wisely leave my cell phone in my dresser drawer. Since I haven’t figured out what to do with the video, it’s still on my phone and that puts me in danger. Before leaving the safety of my room I take a deep breath and rearrange my face into a pleasant smile. When I walk into the living room he matches my smile and sets his drink on a coaster. We
great each other with a nice soft kiss and hand in hand we walk to his car. So far so good.

  Tonight we’re eating at the Macaroni Grill. It sounds like a cheap pasta place but it actually has one of the best T-bone steaks in town and for a great price. Together with garlic mashed potatoes and greens it makes a fantastic meal. Points for remembering I love this place. He has always been very thoughtful and detail oriented and I like that about him. I don’t have to drop atomic bomb sized hints about stuff I like. He picks up on the little stuff and it makes most of our time together stress free for the most part.

  We’re just pulling into the restaurant parking lot when I notice there are old people everywhere. The lot is full of course and we wait patiently as an elderly couple get into their car, get situated and slowly back out. Marc backs up to give them plenty of space to maneuver and that’s when trouble finds us. Before Marc can put the car into gear and move forward this bright red Ferrari flies into the lot and steals our place right out from underneath us. While that kind of behavior does piss me off, it’s not the end of the world for me, but apparently for Marc tonight it is. He pulls his Chevrolet Cruz right up and parks right behind the sports car and gets out.

  “Marc,” I protest. “You can’t do that.”

  “I just did.”

  “Let me rephrase that.” I reply. “You can’t do that without causing a scene. Just find somewhere else to park.” I plead with him.

  Of course the driver of the other car has noticed us and walks right up. “Listen to the pretty lady.” He says giving what I’m sure he thinks is a threatening look.

  Marc of course won’t be intimidated by one smartly dressed guy with an attitude. He steps up to the guy, looks him straight in the eyes and proceeds to give him a piece of his mind.

  “Wow… you’ve got a lot of attitude for a skinny guy with a pansy-assed cherry red car.” Marc replies.