Fic: Tell Me Why 1/2 Kindred: The Embraced
I am back with more disgustingly evil, poorly written fic from my past! Feel your brain melting from your ears, now not just a tool used by JJ Abrams to attract viewers.
Tell Me Why. Lopaka Tanu Rated Nc-17 Disclaimer: I do not own Kindred: The Embraced. Series: Lennox 2. Pairing: Cash/Frank Warnings: Slash MPREG and sex. Archive: Yeah Baby tell me where. Summary: Continuation of the first story. _________________________________________________________ Part 1 How many times do I have to try to tell you that I'm sorry for the things I've done?
Scene: outside Frank's apartment Cash has been waiting all night.
"I will not kill him. Just because I have been waiting out here for elevin friggin hours in this god forsaken weather does not mean I want to kill him. I want my child, then I will wring his damn neck. Where the hell is he?" Cash glanced at his wrist watch for the tenth time in half as many minutes.
"Cash, how long we gonna sit here? It's obvious he aint commin back."
Cash noted the rest of his personal clan mates was none too happy about sitting in the rain doing nothing. He looked around at the thirteen people all of Stevie Rays brood and their childer. He was the only one of this group that was old enough to embrace a childe but had yet to do it. He had planned on doing Frank, but that pain in the ass Nosferatu screwed up that plan. So here he sits twelve hours after Archons funeral.
"Forget this, I'm outta here."
"You'll stay!" Cash growled at the youngest of them. She had been trying to get Cash's attention since before her embrace and had only succeded in getting on his nerves.
"But Cash, he aint coming back."
Cash turned on her. "What do you know?"
"His shit's gone. It looks like he left in an auful hurry. I mean the place is a total mess." She called down from her perch on his fire escape.
"Then why didn't you tell me this from the begining?"
"You didn't ask." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I shouldn't have to ask." He flew up the stairs to the apartment and pushed the blond out of his way as he dove through the window. At first the aparment was totally silent then he heard the sound of running water. He tracked it to the bath room. What was inside made his body freeze in fear. Under the fall of the shower was the remains of a shreaded Kindred. Not just any kindred, but Cameron. What ever had attacked him drained the blood from several wounds and ripped his body apart for the marrow in his bones.
Cash backed out of the bathroom in a daze. A sound off to his left alerted him to some thing else in the room. He turned with deadly pression and leveled his gun on the thing. Tears ran down his face slowly as he noticed the siloute of Frank against the window. "What happened? I thought I lost you."
Frank looked at Cash and wiped his face on the shirt he was holding. "You couldn't have lost me. You never had me." He growled out as he put on a new shirt.
"You are mine, you hear me. I won't let you go."
Frank smirked at him. "Watch me." He started for the front door and was blocked by Cash.
"You aint getting by me Frank."
Frank's hand streaked out and caught the Kindred by the throat lifting him off the ground. Cash looked down in to midnight black eyes and trembled. The claws at his throat tightened until he felt like they were going to penitrait skin. "See this, you did this to me. I told you no, but would you listen, no!" He tossed Cash against the far wall and paced towards the door.
Cash slid down the wall in pain. "What happened to you?"
"I'm a fucking breeder now Cash. Didn't your little Nosferatu tell you? We can't be embraced, this is what happens to my kind if you try." He turned and faced Cash who gasped at the sight of his chosen. Frank's skin was pale white, his eyes solid black, fingers clawed and his canines were all elongated like a cats.
"Is it permanent?" Cash felt like the world had crashed down on his chest.
"The outward appearnce other than the eyes are temporary, merely a responce to having kindred blood in my system. But to answer your questions, yes it's permanent. I will never again be human!" Frank opened the door and ran through it with out even closing it.
"Frank... I'm sorry." Cash called meekly as he still sat there stunned at the revelations. "I love you..."
_________________________________________________________ End of part one. Well tell me what you think. I know it was short but I really did not want to go in to too much detail of the time after he left or what is happening to Frank just yet. So I decided one long scene would do for now.
_________________________________________________________ Part 2 But when I start to try to tell you that's when you have to try to tell me, Hey, this kind of trouble's only just begun.
Scene: Two weeks later San Francisco. Cash's apartment, Cash has just arrived home.
Cash sighed as he took off his jacket and threw it across the room to land on the pile of clothes that had been built since Frank left. This one like most of the others was covered in blood that would never come out. He was getting tired of having to take care of the Brujah threat to this city. Who knew there were so many of those bastards left?
He checked his messages as he headed to his bathroom to empty his blatter, (Hey they have to do some thing with all those excess blood and other liquids they drink. It doesn't just evaporate through their skin.) The first message was the same one he kept on getting every god damn day.
"Hey, Cash, where are you? I am tired of calling you not answering me. You know I won't wait around forever. Later..." Sasha was still trying to get back in his bed especially now that the competition was out of town.
"Cash this is Julian. Where are you? I am tired of having to deal with these bloody Brujah on my own. They are saying that it is up to the conclave to decide who is the new primogen. I need your vote immeadietly. Get in touch with me when you recieve this message. Oh another thing, where is that replacement body guard you promiced? Since I made you my second enforcer to replace Archon you have yet to find me a replacement. Call me now!" Julian, still being the ever present narcissit of the Kindred world. There was a turf war going on and he was whining about a body guard he could find on his own.
Cash finished removing his clothes and started to fill his small tub. It was barely big enough for him but it was still a tub. He longed for the days in the forests where he was taught about his people and ran free. There were large fresh water springs that filled the lakes at the base of the mountains and he would bathe in them to fight off the sore muscles. Now he was too tired to give a damn about the freshness of his water. He turned off the tap and climbed in the tub to relax as the next message played.
"Yo, I found what ya lookin fo. It's gonna cost ya extra, the guy won't part with it for any less. Says it's a family heirloom. What evar. Any ways what's so special about some dumb cross dagger Jewelry? I mean it looks old and worthless. Dude it's yo muney so gives me a call. Yu know tha numba." Well his contacts in the market have located some Ravnos jewelry. Hopefully this time it was genuine. If so, Frank would be his if the right pieces were there. He just had to find him.
Then the next message played. "Hello there. Bet you weren't expecting me to call. I guess right now you are sitting in a tub fool of water soaking away the troubles. At least that is what I would be doing." Cash sat up in the tub and listened to the sultry voice on the machine. "Gotta tell ya, I still don't forgive you for what you did to me. But I get lonely and I miss you. I have to stay strong or else I will come crawling back to you and never be free again. I need to feel free. I can't be buried under you forever."
Cash felt his throat constrict as the anguish in Frank's voice filtered through the apartment. "I guess what I wanted to say is I can't forgive you just yet. I have to find myself before I can even consider it. Ah, god I have been lost for so long and can't take this much longer. It just hurts too damn much." He heard the sniffling over the speaker and felt the tears running down his face to the water below. "I would ask you to wait for me, but that would be saying there is a future for us. And I am not sure just yet if there is. Listen I gotta get going but you take care of yourself. Always remember that I Lo..." The end of the message.
Cash slammed his fist on to the tub cracking the plastic soap dish. "Next Messge." the machine croaked out as it began to play the next message.
"Damnedable machine. What I was saying is that I love you. You know you really got a new one with longer message space. Any ways take care of yourself, cause if I do come back I don't want to be seen with a bag of bones. I hate super models, the whole anorexic look is just gross. So later." BEEP!
Cash grinned evilly. "Count on it my Bitch."
"I aint yours so don't call me that or else I will hunt you down and stake you."
"End of messages."
Cash layed back in the tub with his upper body above the water line laughing at the comment. He sighed with contentment as he soaked up the heat from the water. He knew that Frank would come back some day, but he was an impatient Kindred and as such would not wait that long. He had to find what was his and claim it. That's all there was to it Frank was going to be his, was his.
Scene: New York, Gentle *Menz* club, the village. Time Index: four weeks after he left SF.
Frank put down the phone and hung his head on the wall. Life was hard here in big apple and he was glad that he was moving on tonight. He had been in one place for far to long. If he stayed any longer the locals might start to suspect him and question his presence. After tonight and New York would be just another bad dream. He looked at the old photographs on the wall of Miami Beach. It had been almost twenty years but he would make it back there again in a few days.
He finished off his drink and put back on his sun glasses. Getting up to leave he reattached his veil over his lower face. He took in his appearance in the mirror and groaned. Tonight was his night as the Gypsy Prince. He wore his signant banner around the top of his head that was clasped in the back amoung his curls. He ran a hand through the unrulely mass and sighed, ever since the straitener ran out two weeks ago he couldn't find a store that sold it. He examined the leather vest and harem pants that had more slits in the sides than material. Infact the pants were just strips of fabric tied to the belt and speedo at the top and the bell bottom type fabric at the anckles. He did a one eighty checking the back of his hair and smiled for the mirror. "Paul Mercurtio eat your heart out." He sighed shouldn't have watched Exit To Eden last night with the 'gals'.
One last check of the necklace, rings, bracelets, arm bands, ancklets, and, gold chains hainging from the belt, then he was out the door. He retrieved his serving tray at the bar and resumed his rounds. Waiting for the orders to be filled he tugged at the material that wove over his stomach and tried to tighten the bindings at his side. The vest was more of a corrset than any thing else. The sides were just loosely woven twine and the back and front were made of a vinle tipe leather. He believed it was some sort of snake skin. Then there was the patches over the nipples and the oval that showed the belly button. What ever it was was see through. This was probably the most degrading thing he ever wore.
As he picked up the drinks to deliver a hand ran down his back and cuped his butt. He straitened then turned to glare at the person behind him. "Move it or lose it, buddy."
He snarled at the man who was using his but for an arm rest. The man smiled at him. "Hey sugar, hows 'bout yous an me go fine us a place an make it like bunnies?"
Frank looked at him over the top of his glasses, causing the man to shrink at the sight of his solid black eyes. "Why don't you crawl back under the rock you came from creep."
Mr. Hands placed his in the air in a surrender position and backed away. "S'ok, don want none that. No probs, a'hm leavin."
He snorted at the stupid accent and went back to take care of the drinks. As he walked a new dance hit came over the speaker and he start to swing to the music ever so slightly. The bells on his ancklets and bracelets started to jingle as he moved. Soon he was the center of attention. Spinning as he layed the last drink down he picked up his money and danced back to the bar.
Across the room a man dressed in black leather and shades watched with disdane. He had been coming in for the past week and was sure this was the same man he had be hired to take out. "Little slut. You will get what is coming to you."
Frank laughed as Tony the bar tender couldn't keep his mouth shut as Frank stood shaking to the music at the bar. "What has you in such a mood Frazzle?"
"I'm going south for a while. Back to see my aunt and see if she will still talk to me. I haven't seen or heard from her in ages." Frank laughed as Tony arched an eye brow. "Tonight is my last night. I am going home."
The older man felt shocked. He had not been expecting Frank to quit. THis was not good. The club had been getting better customers and buiness since he came and tossed out the riffraft. Frank had a way to scare away the seedier members of *the* *community*. He didn't just mean the gay guys either, there were more things in New York than people and the scum of that he was sure. Frank was some thing different, he had come from out west looking for a new place, some thing small just to clear his mind. He ended up waiting in a gentle mans club that hosted certain individuals and their guests. It was not uncommon for a member of one of the families to come in with their lovers. Well since Frank showed they had not been back and he felt safe for the first time since coming to this city twenty years ago. He was going to miss Frank, what would the boss think?
"Well I am sory to here you go. Have you told Mr. Lapeau?"
Frank shook his head no. "I will after I get off tonight. I get paid in cash so I won't have to worry about getting paid one last time." A customer signled Frank from across the room. "Looks like duty calls. I will see you later."
"Yeah later." He had to talk with the boss. He was not going to like his new prized beauty walking out on him. Tony knew the boss had his eye on Frank since the moment he had shown up three weeks ago. Boss didn't know what it was, the charm, looks or may be it was the sunglasses at night. All he knew was that Frank was destined to be pampered if he would ever say yes, but Frank didn't want any thing other than a job.
Tony waved off a customer and went on to call the boss, no he would not be happy at all.
Frank served the man in the leather and felt more than a little uneasy round him. This guy was definetly trouble. His years as a cop had developed his sinces to a point. His eyes caught on the ring the man was wearing causing him to swallow his stomach. "Gangrel!" He hissed the name before he realized what he said.
The man eyed him with surprise. "Excuse me?"
"Your ring, it means Gangrel. Who do you belong to?" Frank swallowed, might as well get it out in the open.
"No body owns me." he stated in a curt voice.
Frank laughed. "Yeah keep teling yourself that. Who ever gave you that ring owns you. It means that you are their property, if some one messes with you they mess with them. Don't you know Kindred law?"
He wasn't sure if Frank was kidding or not, 'what's this buisness about Kindred?' "I took it off a dead man." There that ought to shut him up.
Frank smiled even bigger. "Then you will soon be joining him unless you return it. Is there any thing else I can get for you?"
"Yeah a scotch no ice."
"Comin, right up." Frank walked away with a shiver, the man creeped him out.
Ren watched as Frank left his side to place the order for his drink and smirked. That was definetly not the guy he was after. 'Probably another one of these damn queers. The whole place is full of them.'
Oh well he could still get in a little maming and murder in while he was here before moving on to Miami to check the next possible location. He watched as the Gypsy danced across the floor careful not to spill any of the drinks. Perfect target for his need to hurt. "I'm a sadist, what can I say." He had to watch this creature, it's grace belied it's deadly ability. Like a large cat he was some thing to be admired and hunted.
Frank felt the eyes of the man on his back as he danced across the room. That guy was definetly trouble. He lowered his sunglasses to look the man in the eyes, it usually was enough to cause any person to back off. The guy only seemed to get more excited. "Freak." He muttered as he went back to work.
Fourty minutes later.
"Ten minutes and I am out of this town forever. I'm going to miss you Tony, but not enough to stay."
Tony laughed. "It's a shame Frazzle, place won't be the same without you."
"Duh! I practicly remade it in my own image. In fact that makes me god around here. Bow down to me sinner."
Tony makes a grand sweeping gesture then bows his head. "My lord."
"And don't you forget it." Frank picked up the flat of drinks and smiled at Tony. "My last delivery then I am threw."
He watched as the younger man made the delivery and hoped his boss arrived soon. He had sounded pissed over the phone. He smiled as Frank came back with the money and handed it to him. "It's been a real pleasure working with you Frank."
"Thanks, see ya." Frank walked in to the back room and changed in to his leather pants and white T-shirt. As he started towards the back door he grabbed his jacket saddlebags and helmet. It would take to long to remove the jewelry and put it away so he leaves it on. He wanted to get out before freak boy spots him so he rushes past Tony with out a good bye.
Just as Frank is about to reach the back door a woman surrounded by six others comes through it. He stops dead in his tracks and does a complete 180 degree turn. "Where do you think you are going so fast Mr. Kohanek?"
Frank stops and sets down his stuff slowly. He quickly takes off his sunglasses and sets them on top. "Though you if I have to. I'm not going back."
"Who says any thing about going back? We are here to take you to your new master."
Frank turned to face her extending claws and fangs. "Well just see about that Kindred whore."
The woman laughed a high grating whine that made the guards cringe. "And how do you plan on stopping us? You are but one human against seven of the strongest Brujah in the city."
"Ah, I thought I spelled coruption. Well lets get one thing strait, I aint human any more. My former master saw to that."
For the first time the woman noticed his changed appearnce. "So it would seem. No matter my boss still wants you, what on earth for I don't know."
"I'm clan Ravnos."
"A gypsy Kindred. What's so special about that?"
"I never said I was Kindred. Just clan Ravnos."
She smirked. "That explains the gaudy jewelry. So how are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way."
"I'm hunrgy, so I guess the hard way."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Frank moved closer like a tiger in a cage about to attack. "I'm hugry, I eat Kindred to stay alive. What don't you get?"
She sent the first three goons at him. "It's a fucking leech, get him."
Frank jumped over them doing a back flip landing in a ready crouch. "Actually," He put on his glasses and jacket. "I'm a breeder." He dodged as the goons made another run at him. "Big difference." With that he slammed in to her and flew out the door in to the alley at their momentary lack of responce due to surprise.
They ran out the club looking around for him. She came out and noticed the idiots looking in all directions. "Don't just stand there, spread out and find him."
The goons looked at one another then dissappeared in Kindred speed in all directions. She glared at their retreating forms and hissed in disgust. Pulling out a phone she pressed a key for a preset number. "Kelery here, he got away. He's a fucking Breeder, how come you didn't tell me? I would have brought a whole fucking army. Yeah, yeah, I know. No I won't come back until I found him. When I do, you and me are going to have a serious talk about this keeping things to yourself bullshit." She slammed the phone shut.
Frank dropped from the wall above her head pinning her to the ground. "No, I don't think you will." He bent his head down and breathes in her scent. "Mmm, do you have any idea how long it's been since I fed on a Kindred? Four weeks. He was a powerful Brujah in SF and I didn't need to feed for almost a month. I could go a couple more days before I needed to feed but since you're here." With a sigh he sank his teeth in her neck and started to drain the life from her.
Her screams alerted the others to her distress but by the time they arrived she had been ripped apart, heart missing, and blood drained. At the end of the alley was the sound of a fleeing motorcycle. The guards looked at each other and shrugged. Who was to say they heard any thing, by the time they got their she was dead and the killer gone. Time to pick a new primogen.
Frank sighed as he sat back for the long hall. This was going to be fun, he really like Miami beach.
The Freak bounty hunter glared at the bus. He really should have bought a plane ticket. Now he was stuck riding the twinky from hell with no air conditioning. Oh well, that little bitch he had taken the heart from was good. He just wondered what the hell tore her apart and where could he get a gun big enough to hunt it?
_________________________________________________________ part 3 I tell myself too many times why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut.
Scene: Rest Stop, three hours outside Macon, Georgia. Frank is making a call to some one special.
"Please pick up." He stands next to the phone booth wrapped from head to toe in leather. Even in the leather he can still feel the heat of the sun and hisses as it hits him through the trees. Leaves were starting to change color and fall off their trees. Fall he hated it. Only one thing came from fall, Halloween. Still a month away and yet he could almost see all the kids on the streets in their costumes.
When the phone stopped wringing and a voice answered Frank nearly dropped the reciever. "Hello? Hello, who is there?"
"Elisa, it's me." Frank stated in a whispery soft voice.
"Freya, is that you?" The voice asked in disbelief.
"No, Leasie, it's her son, Frank."
A squeal of joy erupted from the phone causing Frank to actually drop it this time. "Frankie, Frankie, are you still there? Frankie?"
Frank grabbed the phone and placed it to his ear and smiled. "Leasie are you there?"
"Yeah honey. I am here. It's so good to here from you again. My god what has it been twenty years?" Her voice got quiet after that.
He cleared his throat to sqelsh the emotions. "Yeah at least that, ever since mom left."
"So he finally got the nerve to stop lying to you and tell you she left?" Her voice dripped venom.
"No, I figured it out on my own when I was little. He should never have treated mom that way. He tried me too, but I'm too strong and too smart to put up with it so I left as well. But that was a long time ago. There have been several *changes* since then."
"I can imagine. So why have you waited this long to call your poor old aunt Lisa?"
Frank groaned. "Oh no you don't, the guilt trips may have worked when I was ten but not now."
"Oh all right, way to crush a widows heart."
"You were married?"
"No but I thought about it once."
He sighed deeply. "It's so good to hear from you again. You were always my favorite aunt."
"Frank I was your only aunt, Jerich doesn't count. Though from the last I heard he might be Jeri now."
"Leasie."
"Fine Frankie. So what do you need honey? Now don't try being proud, I know you called for a reason."
He couldn't tell her. Letting the pain wash over him he simply bit back the tears and wallowed in the self pitty. "I screwed up Leasie. Or should I say got screwed up."
Elisa was quiet a moment. "Ya got knocked up didn't ya sweety?"
Frank was quiet for a minute. "Yes." He didn't think to ask how she would know some thing like this. Subcounciously he knew she would be the one to know about this so it didn't occur to ask her.
"When can I expect you here?" She didn't sound disappointed just resigned.
"Another day at the most. I am on bike and will be riding most of the time."
"What are you doing about the sun?"
"I am bundled up from stem to sturn in black leather and glasses. Even in the heat I still fill a slight chill."
She sighed, he really was pregnant. "That is to be expected in your condition. So who is the other man?"
"Geesh, you don't waste any time do you Leasie?"
"Sorry youngin' but I really need to know if I will have some ass hole beatin down my door to get his mate back." She was in Auntie mode now.
"He might do that, if he knew where I was. I aint going to endanger you or any one I care about by exposing this. I just really need a place to crash for a while."
"You know you have it. Frankie... Frank. Did he hurt you?"
He tried to swallow as the prickling started in his eyes. "He cheated on me, Leasie. Not just once but several times. We broke up and got back together so often I felt like a yo yo. I got tired of having no direction so I left. What am I going to do?"
Elisa's voice went from questioning to authoritive. "You will come home. That's all there is to it. Now I don't want to hear any more about it until you get here. Ao you just hang up and get going. I'll have a room and bed made up for you when you arrive."
Frank smiled in to the phone. "Thanks Leasie."
"You're welcome baby cakes. You just come home and your Aunt Lisa will make things all better. I love you Frank."
"Luv you too Aunt Lisa. Bye."
"Good Bye honey." And then she was gone.
Frank hung up the phone and rested his leather masked face against the wall of the booth. Through the slits for eyes he could see that there were several bikers pulling in to the rest area. What the bad part was they all bore in one form or another the Gangrel signant. He put on his sun glasses and headed for his bike quickly but not too fast.
"What have we here?" A gruff voice behind Frank made him stop.
"Nothing that would interest you." Frank continued on his way to his bike and climbed on.
"Who's to say what interests me? For all you know I could find you *very* interesting."
"And you could also end up dead. I don't want any trouble so just forget you ever saw me and we can go on peacefully." He kicked his bike in to gear when he felt a large paw on his shoulder. Quickly he grabbed the hand and twisted it off of his shoulder. "You were warned. Now I am telling you leave it alone." He gave an extra twist until the guy howled in pain then he let go and took off for the open road. In the distance he heard laughter as the guy continued to howl in pain at his broken hand and wrist.
Scene: San Francisco, Cash's apartment. Twenty hours later.
Cash loads the last of the items in his duffles. He had a week's long journey to catch his wayward chosen and that's if he is still there. He shuddered as he thought about Frank being in New York, a Brujah controlled city. They were the worst of the worst in his book, not even the Sabbat were as bad as them. At least the Sabbat only want to dominate humanity, they still had a since of order about their ways.
He shook his head to clear those treachorous thoughts. Best just to leave it alone. Now he had other things to attend to. Like finding his Bitch. This was not going to be easy. His people had reported that Frank was well liked by the locals and was not one to put up with any shit. That sounded like his Frank.
He double checked to make sure the symbols were still in their case and safe. Wouldn't do to lose them just as he was about to get Frank back. With a last sigh he headed for the door and out of the apartment building.
Standing next to his bike was a person he did not want to see at this moment. "What the hell do you want Sasha?"
"I'm coming with you."
"No you're not. Now go home and play with your dollies like a good little girl."
She got in his face and put her finger to his chest. "Who the hell do you think you are treating me like I am a child?"
"I am fourty years your elder Sasha. You are nothing but a child. A stupid little girl who likes to play games with people and I am not going to fall for any of your tricks this time." He roughly shoved her aside as he started to strp his bags on to his bike.
"This is about that human slut isn't it. You wan't what you can't have. So typical of trash like you." The next thing she knew she was on her ass a few feet away and Cash was taking off on his bike. She was about to follow him when she noticed a familiar smirking face beyond her new bike. "Oh no, no..."
Boom!
The Gangrel ran off laughing as he disposed of the gernaid launcher. That was the second bike in as many months he had gotten to use his toys on. He loved that stupid bitch for it.
Cash smiled as he recieved conformation from his clan member that the bike was gone yet again. He refocused all his thoughts on getting Frank back, the sooner the better.
Scene: Thirty miles outside Miami. Cyprus Swamp Clan Territory, Mare'ire Family Estates. Time index: Two hours later.
Frank steered the motorcyle down the dirt and sand roads that lead to his mother's family home. All the way down the back woods area he noticed each of the samll settlements that lined the road in certain areas not controlled by the swamp were almost mitculously cleaned. The houses were either sand stone or adoube brick causing them them to blend in to the background of the dark sands and shaded areas hidden under the great trees and spanish moss. Another thing he noticed was the lack of children. He felt uneasy as he got closer to his old family home.
Finally the sun was low enough where he could remove the black mask but kept on the leather and helmet. He fingered the signant banner as he resettled it in to his frizzy hair. He pulled it back in to a pony tail and sighed. It had gotten longer and considerablely curlier since he became pregnant. He was thinking about having it cut soon. He heard a sound of rustling in the palmedows off to his side and looked around, no one here so he put back on the helmet and started the bike. Another mile to go and he would be home.
In the bushes, a lone figure crouches and watches as the bike flies on down the road. He sneers as he alerts the others to the presence of an intruder. They send back the signal that they have him in sight and are watching him.
Frank turns off on to the secret drive hidden by the palms and the native foilage. He knows the way by heart as he feels the change of the ground beneath his tires go from sand to brick as which means he is close to the plantation house.Suddenly the threes go from Cyprus to hanging trees. Weeping willows, golden chain and several other trees that matched guided him along the drive. When they started to thin out he got his first glimps of the large Manse.
The large plantation style home is older than most of the trees in the area. Eight Egyptian style colums hold the patio roof over the greek temple style porch and steps. The house sits on two acres and has four wings in an X-shape. A large rose garden incircles the house acting like a natural barrier. It is here he sees the first sign of children. Toys are scattered amoung the roses like a battle field.
Frank pulls the bike to a stop outside the main gates and climbs off. He quickly sheds the helmet leaving on the duster, sunglasses, and leather gloves. Untying his hair he shakes it out to let it catch in the sligh breeze. The scent of flowers and evening air fills him with a since of home.
Slowly he heads for the gates at a gentle stroll. He takes in the scene with a look of peace. Frank hears the sound of children laughing coming from both sides of the drive as he walks. He notices movement amoung the great hedges of honeysuckle and jasimine and smiles. The song of birds fill the air as he enters the circle of roses and starts for the porch.
Several figures appear from behind the columns and the few trees that litter the yard. Each with one form of weapon or another, mostly machetees. "What brings you to our neck of the woods cousin?"
Frank glares at the short balding man. 'He is definetly not a relation to me.' "Why are you on my property!"
"Yours?" The man laughs at him. "This is our place. We own it. Now why are you here?"
Frank removes his gloves and his sun glasses to stare the little man down. "If it is a fight you are looking for squatter than it is a fight you will get. But I asure you, if even one of you lifts a blade or a hand against me, you will all die."
"We aren't squatters. This is our land!" He marches up to Frank pointing a finger at the larger man. "You will leave now..."
Frank gripped his pudgy hand with one hand and the man's throat with the other lifting him off the ground. "I am in no mood to deal with you ignorant people. You were warned." He opens his mouth to bite the little man when a stern voice stops him.
"Frankie! Put him down this instant."
Frank drops the shaking man and glares as he backs away as fast as his little limbs will carry him. "Tell me Elisa, is it your intention to pollute our family home with this... scum?" He asks with out turning to her.
"Be silent childe. He is third cousin to your grand mother."
"That is not related to me. Trust me I would know."
"There are many things you do not know."
He turned on her with a snarl. "Make them leave or else I will."
She gsped at his feral appearance. "Very well, they will leave the house..."
"The property!"
"The house!"
Frank scowled at her. "I will not tolerate trespassers in my territory. By law they owe me for settling on this land with out my permission."
"Frank! What has gotten in to you?" Elisa was starting to feel scared, he was not behaving like a Breeder. In fact he was acting like one of her kind.
He growled and turned away. "I want them gone. I will not let any one threaten my young."
Then it hit her. "Frank how far along are you?"
"Nine weeks, why?" He was starting to shift anxiously.
"Nesting phase. Are you showing yet?"
He looks at her in confusion.
"Lift your shirt sweety." She lets out a sound of joy as he shows her the buldge. "It's a litter." She calls out to the others grabbing Frank in to her arms. "IT'S A LITTER!"
Shouts of celebration erupted from across the property as dozens of people came out of hiding. Soon they were surrounded by almost a hundred people yelling out there congratulations.
Frank watched all this in growing anger. They were surrounding him. Panic layced through his system. 'Who are these people. I don't know these people. Got to get away.' His mind had shut down and he was acting on instict. He struggled to free himself from Elisa who only gripped him tighter. "Let go. I have to get out of here. Let me go."
Elisa knew the fight or flight responce was strong in a pregnant breeder so she held on tighter. She couldn't let him go or he might hurt some one or worse yet the young. "Shhh, calm, I said calm. They are not going to hurt you. Frank, settle down. Shhh, sweety." She tried to sooth him as his struggles got frantic.
He didn't know what was happening just that he had to get out of here. He noticed that a path was clearing between the people that lead to the house. He tossed the person off who was trying to guide him and ran for the house. Wildly he looked around for a place to escape but all exits were blocked by cheering people. Suddenly a stinging at the back of his neck made him turn around. He lunged at the person with the gun and started to rip his clothes to shreds. Three more stings in his back made him lift from his prey. He pinned the shooters with his eyes and was about to jump at them when another force hit him in the side throwing him in to the stone pillars. As darkness decended he heard cursing of some one.
"I told you not in the side. You could have hurt the young. Hurry up and get him in the house."
The face of his aunt came in to view as he struggled to remain consious. "Shhh, don't try to move Frank. Their only trying to help."
He shook his head no. "Won' let dem hur ta ma baby."