Brody: A very long two weeksMature

Apart from Theo, the others weren’t too bad about this slave thing. I don’t think the humiliation of being forced to wear a dog collar would ever go away, but overall this was nothing like my previous stint as a slave for a bunch of wolves. Don’t get me wrong, just because this time around was better than before, it didn’t stop me from being kinda grumpy about the whole arrangement.

Fate noticed my bad mood and decided that patting me on the head was going to really help. I bared my fangs irritably, hoping he might get the message.

"It's better than nothing," he told me. I didn’t say anything, focussing on cleaning up the mess they called their kitchen. "When are we gonna sort things out with blondie?" he asked, watching me.

“I don’t know. You’re his mate, I was expecting you to talk it out with him in your own time.”

"You need to be involved too, though."

“I’m trying to hold down a full time job and be a slave for your pack, Fate, I haven’t had time to think about this.” He let out a sigh, and I tried to swallow down my bad mood, “sorry,” I muttered. I couldn’t get it out of my head that this slave thing was gonna go bad, or that I was gonna lose my job.

“It’s okay.” I threw the cloth in the sink the second I was done cleaning the kitchen, apparently not doing a very good job at pretending I wasn’t in a crappy mood. Fate came up from behind me and snuggled me. I turned around in his arms and leant on the counter, hugging him back. "C'mon, we better go talk to blondie." I nodded slightly. I’d been avoiding Lazarus in the couple days I’d been here. I think he’d calmed down, but he hadn’t spoken to me at all when we were in the same room and seemed to be avoiding me as much as I’d been avoiding him. I s’pose after trying to kill him, his anger towards me was justifiable.

I followed Fate into the living room where Lazarus was sat watching TV. We joined him on the sofa, and he looked at Fate, pretty much ignoring me. The two of them smiled at each other and snuggled up. Fate let out a hum as Lazarus started playing with his hair. Well, this is certainly promising.



"How would you feel about maybe sharing me with Brody?"

"Why would I do that?" Lazarus asked, and I fixed my gaze on the floor, resisting the urge to either punch him or walk out.

"I feel bad for leaving him."

“You were never with him, though, were you?”

"I know, but still." Good argument you have there, Fate.

“Look, I get that you care about him, but he’s dangerous, in case what happened didn’t quite alert you to that. It could’ve been you he nearly burnt alive instead of me,” he glared at me a little, “even if I was willing to share you, I’m not going to share you with someone like him.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered, trying to get up. Fate stopped me, and I scowled at him.

"I don't want to have to choose between you. And it wouldn't be a permanent thing.”

“It doesn’t matter, there’s no real choice to be made,” I snapped, “I told you he wouldn’t agree.” Fate looked kinda upset, but my bad mood was steadily getting worse and I needed to punch something. Mostly I wanted to punch Lazarus.

“Why the fuck would I agree? You tried to kill me! If the last decade we spent together means that little to you, why should I let you anywhere near Fate?”

Snap.There goes my temper. I launched myself at the blonde little cunt, knocking him onto the floor. We hit and kicked and bit at each other, all the time both of us unconsciously moving away from Fate as he tried to split up the fighting so he wouldn’t end up getting hurt.

“Stop it!” he yelled eventually. Both of us froze, Lazarus’ legs tangled with mine about to throw me off him. I was kneeling on one of his hands and had the other pinned behind his back at a painful angle, my own free hand holding his head down hard enough that I was crushing his face into the floor. Both of us clocked the upset expression on Fate’s and I let Lazarus kick me off. We sat there on the floor, and I dunno about him, but I certainly felt like a naughty school kid. “Don’t fight.” We mumbled an apology, neither of us quite able to look him in the eye. "I thought you could behave like adults about this."

"Forgive me for not being in the best of moods right now," I grumbled, taking off that fucking stupid collar and throwing it down on the floor.

"I think he just proved my point, Fate. He's too dangerous."

"Doesn't mean I don't care about him. I can take care of myself." Lazarus didn’t need to voice his thoughts. It was clear from the look on his face that he still hated the idea of letting Fate anywhere near me. “Please,” he added, noticing this.

“Why does it matter so much to you? You might care about him, but unless by some miracle he’s actually found a shred of humanity and made an emotional attachment to you, you’re not gonna mean much to him.”

"He said he loved me," Fate said quietly. Lazarus arched an eyebrow looking at me like he either didn’t recognise me or was about to laugh. Probably both. Fate pulled out the puppy eyes, and Lazarus sighed.

“Fine. If it means that much to you, we can try it while he’s still here,” he relented, though it was pretty clear he still wasn’t exactly pleased about all this.

“Thank you,” Fate smiled. Lazarus gave him a small smile back and I was... well I was trying to figure out what was going on in my head. I stared straight ahead of me, not sure what was going on in there at all. I was still in a crap mood over my job and the slave thing, but suddenly I was allowed to have Fate. Before I really got anywhere with that, Fate had pulled us both into a snuggle, and I was only too willing to abandon the inevitable headache that would come with the sudden emotional overload.

At least, I was til Lazarus kissed Fate kind of possessively. Right under my nose. Great. Thanks so much for that. Fate kissed back and I shuffled away from them.

"Where're you going?" he asked me, the puppy eyes back again.

"Um... cleaning,” I mumbled, scuttling out of the room to go find something to clean. I settled with cleaning the hallway, as long as I was far down enough that I couldn’t hear them. Not that I needed to bother, because Fate followed me out there.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing. I just didn't wanna be in the way."

"You weren't,” he told me.

I shrugged, "Even if I wasn't, you know Theo likes to have any excuse to be an ass to me"

"He's not around right now, though.” I didn’t really have anything to say to that, so I just focussed on my cleaning til Fate came over and snuggled me from behind again. I turned around, hugging him back. He planted a kiss on my forehead, returning the kiss I plant on his lips. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t notice Theo returning from wherever it was he’d been all day.

"This doesn't look much like cleaning," Theo’s grumpy voice announced his arrival, and I looked around at him. “No collar, I see," he smirked a little at that. I lifted a hand to my throat, remembering that I had indeed taken the fucking thing off. Oops. “Put it back on,” he demanded, punching me square in the face. I growled irritably, my fangs making an appearance. “Put those away.” He was pissed off, but the fangs weren’t going anywhere. I hit me again. “That was an order.”

I spat at him on my way to the living room. Lazarus glanced up at me, deciding not to get involved. I’d gone in to get the collar, but I saw it on the floor and couldn’t bring myself to pick it up and fasten it back around my neck. Theo followed me in, and given that my temper hadn’t quite recovered from my fight with Lazarus, I kicked the leather strap under the sofa in a brash move. Once more, his fist made sharp contact with me. This was beginning to feel all too familiar and when he spoke again, I lost it.

"I said put it back on," he repeated, as though I were deaf. I wrapped a hand around his throat, digging my nails into his flesh.

“Or what, dog?”

"Or I'll kill you. Or better yet, I'll tie you down and force you to watch Fate being tortured.”

“Theo, calm down," Fate said.

"I'm perfectly calm,” he replied. I tightened my grip pinning him to a wall by his throat as he started trying to get loose, making it a little harder for him to breathe. Fate was the only reason I hadn’t already ripped him limb from limb. He gritted his teeth, apparently not willing to give in.

"Brody, let him go,” Fate said to me. I ignored him, talking instead to the cunt I had by the neck.

"I am not your punch bag.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he smirked a little. Ass. I slammed him back against the wall, making him grit his teeth again.

“It’s shit like this that turns vampires against you,” I growled, “I’ve put up with enough crap from your kind since I was turned, I’m not taking any more of it.” His response was to spit at me. Lazarus got up and stood next to me, regarding the dog that was supposed to be his alpha.

“Actually, I agree,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder, “let go, Brody.” He waited until I threw him to the floor. “We shouldn’t fight. We all have enough problems without adding to them needlessly,” he offered Theo a hand to help him up which is slapped away. “Doesn’t the fact I’m sticking up for a vampire that tried to kill me say enough about what I think of you treating him like this? They’re not inferior to us, just different.” I think it was pretty obvious to us all that Theo didn’t agree in the slightest. “Whatever, Theo. Brody will be a lot more pleasant to have around if you just stop treating him like shit. You don’t have to like him, just stop being an ass before we all lose respect for you as our alpha.” At that, Lazarus walked off, no doubt to go make the kitchen a mess again because y’know, he’s still mad at me, even if he did just stick up for me.

Theo actually looked like he was sulking a little bit. "Put the collar back on," he ordered, fucking off somewhere.

I glanced at Fate, “Sorry about that,” I muttered.

He shrugged a little, “s’okay.”

"I really need to work on my temper," I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling a little awkward. He nodded. With a sigh, I retrieved the collar from under the sofa and put it back on. I flopped onto the sofa, letting Fate play with my hair as we snuggled. This is gonna be a very long two weeks. 

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