“What the hell! Doesn’t matter you are going to die son.”
A demonic growling sound game from John, deep and dark like a wolf from hell; John slammed his fist into the ground cracking the cement and looking up showing off his bright yellow wolf eyes. As he stood you could here is body transforming cracking and popping and him looking at Baldemar like he was food.
Baldemar swung at him as fast as he was trying to knock him out before he could change. He was growling and foaming as he took the blow sending him on his ass and reaching for his ribs. John knew he could not handle many blows like that from this demon in fron to f him. He jumped up grabbing Baldemar as he also grabbed him it was a power struggle that John was losing as Baldemar punched him in the ribs.
Galechka made it out into the woods where John instructed her to go. To a little cave that he had found the one day he was training and thought it would be a great place for her to duck into.
“I hate all you guardians.”
“Why is that?”
“You should not be! We are the supreme race.”
John felt that she was safe and now he was not concentrating so hard. The amount of control he needed to lend her his powers was draining him even with his other attribute working he was no match, but in that moment he understood the guardians were rather wolf or vampire that had extra abilities to protect the ones they love. The ancient guardians were speaking to him during his gift of power to Galechka, because that proved to them he was worthy of the secrets.
Even with his guardian powers in full swing he was getting slammed and tossed around by Baldemar like he was a toy. He would come at him with everything he had, hits, kicks, tricks and nothing phased this monster of a vampire at all.
John suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck as he was getting up from being tossed by Baldemar; it was Adela, she was weak and needed strength and whispered in his ear,” I am only taking a bit.” We need to take him apart together. She kissed him on the cheek and said,” Let’s kill the ugly thing.”
John and Adela were being flung around like flies by Baldemar, it seemed like no matter what they dished out it was not enough to deal with him. They tried their drills that they had practiced, but he was just too much. Tossing them each in different direction seeming to laugh and have fun at seeing them suffer.
He hit John sending him flipping head over foot landing out in the drive, out cold; grabbed Adela by the throat and said,” After all of these years, I am going to finally have my way with you before I kill you and then I am going to let my dog have his way with your corpse.”
She had fear and disgust in her eyes thinking about how terrible an ending she was going to have. She knew all of the past wrongs would be nothing like what was going to happen to her. She knew the rapping would last for months not hours or days and it would not be any kind of normal it would be to make her suffer. She would me a sex slave to his demons and vampires and maybe passed around to an animal or two for his amusement. He was the darkest and ugliest being she knew.
As her fear grew another feeling grew: it was as if she could feel John outside, like she could feel him transforming and gaining strength. What did this mean? She felt like she could feel his emotions and not just his thoughts. She could see his memories see his fears and his confusion with his love for Galechka and his feelings for Adela. She could see that he felt guilty and did not know what to do. She could feel him realizing that she was feeling him. Could it be? Could it be that his guardian bond belonged to two women or was it really hers?
Baldemar felt himself being up heaved by someone or something behind him and John slammed him into the ground with a power driver. He stood up winked at Adela and took her by the hand.
“I got a beating to throw, so please step aside.” He winked at her as he helped her stand up, being flirting with her,” I think I got some of your flirt along with some of you power.”
He felt his feet leave the ground as Adela’s fingers slipped from his grasp and as soon as he was about three feet off the ground he felt a punch to the kidneys and felt himself hurdling towards the wall slamming through it. John landed out in yard having ripped through the rose bushes and was trying to shake the cement from his hair and face so to see better; he brushed himself off and felt himself being launched back through the house and into the wall without exiting this time. Partly, stuck in the wall he felt the gigantic of a man tearing him back out through the wall. He could feel his neck cracking as Baldemar grasped on.
Adela watched in horror not believing how bad of a betting that John was taking and starting to realize that she was in love with him and that it was not just her change making her so flirty with him. She actually loved him and was crying uncontrollably as she watched him get torn to pieces. She was shaking and crying uncontrollably and did not know what to do. John was taking all the beating, but seemed to not be dishing any out.
“Stop! For the love of god stop! Please don’t hurt him anymore,” she begged.
“Do you really think I will give up a chance like this to torture a living being? He could live for days possibly. Do you know how much fun that would be?”
“Please, I will do whatever you want, whenever you want just don’t hurt him,” Adela cried.
“Hum, no I want to rip him from limb to limb and then I will do whatever I want to you. No one has a say, but me.” He said with and evil grin.
“I think you might be a little wrong there Jack,” John said as he stood up grabbing Baldemar by the arm and then hitting him in the throat.
His guardian eyes were now glowing stronger than ever and he seemed to omit a green aura around him. He then snapped kicked the demon vampire in the face sending him back. It seemed that now Adela being in a bad state was causing him to gain more power.
“You know dick, you have messed with a lot of people and that ends tonight.”
“I would love to see you try boy.”
“Oh this guardian is going to rip you apart.”
“I have killed all those who came before you and I will kill you as well.”
They ran towards each other grabbing each other by the napes of the neck and slamming each other into the ground. It seemed as though they were now evenly matched. John was to his feet faster and took Baldemar by the hair and started ramming his knee into his face over and over again and then gave one final slam knocking Baldemar end over end and back ten feet.
As Baldemar came to his feet John was already there kicking him in the teeth and as Baldemar was landing from that he was there to hit him in the face sending him spinning in the other direction. John beat and beat on him until the moment came and John reached through Baldemar and pulled out his black still beating heart and handed it to Adela allowing her to smash it to bits under her foot.
Adela leaped into his arms and held on for dear life crying out of joy and remorse not knowing what to feel and kissed on John realizing John now had a choose he had to make and she could feel his heart breaking, because he felt a connection with both of them and needed time to decide; it was hard, because he loved his woman, but she was so on and off he did not know what to do and Adela could feel all of this. She kissed him softly and said,” Honey, I love you and want you to take your time in deciding.”
John held her in his arms and she held on dearly, she tried to pull him in closely, both of them looking each other into the eyes and both knowing what each other wanted was interrupted by a sound of someone clearing her throat and saying,” Looks like some chooses need to be made!”
John replied,” No honey, it’s not what it,” she stormed out of the room before he could finish and he knew he had a long road ahead of him to get her to forgive him and for things to be on the upside again. Always so fast to flash hot and so hard to make amendments.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.L McFadden, born Jamie Lee Mcfadden was born in Parker Pennsylvania, in 1978. He bounced from school due to school to his father's job moving around. Born with his dad's family being Scots-
Irish and mother's mixed with Slavic and British he always had a hard time finding his place until he moved to L.A he found himself the most at home in Hollywood's Russian district. McFadden spent his early years playing in cover bands all over the East Coast, after breaking his hand moved back to P.A, where he worked in lumber mills until moving to L.A. He started out in sales at Guitar Center Lawndale ending up managing two departments at once and handling Victory’s Merchandising Logistics program for the store. He later went to Hollywood's store and managed Victory's Merchandising there. After sometime he moved to the West Lake Village main office of G.C to work in the headquarters. After working for Michèle Ohayon as a transcriber for one of her documentaries he started to write some and kept his stories to himself until he moved to Ukraine and is finally releasing his first book: The Guardian. He accredits Ukraine in inspiring him to the point of writing a story worth printing. He also writes for a Ukrainian site called: Terrarum, where he writes business management tricks and some historical pieces on Scotland and Ireland.
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