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However, some places mentioned do in fact exist, but certain things may be changed for the advantage of the story. This story will, at some point, include sexual relations between two males. If you don't want to read something like that, then leave. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas), or if it is illegal for you to view this material, then you should exit out of this. This story is copyrighted and may not be copied for any reason, without the author's permission. Chapter 5 - A History... Mother of Wars I slept dreamlessly. How could I not, my perfect Andrew slept beside me keeping the nightmares and dreams both away. I awoke with the dawn sun streaming through the window over the bed kissing his face. I was going to have to get curtains, at least for the bedroom. His head still rested on my chest and his arms were still clutched around my body. I smiled and fingered the armband he hadn't taken it off. I was thrilled that he liked it enough to keep it on. The braid was in excellent shape and the hair showed no sign of fraying like I had feared they might. I sighed gently. Even unconscious he was not letting me out of his arms. I was more content and happy than I had ever thought possible. Sometime since I saw him standing in the door to the barn when I was borrowing tools till this very moment I had unconsciously decided that happy endings could come true. I was living one right now. I lazily played with his hair and watched him sleep, careful not to disturb him. I was fascinated by the beauty and flawless innocents of his face. I knew that trust was no longer an issue for me where this perfect Angel was concerned. I could no longer deny him anything. He had me completely. A betrayal now would mean my death but I didn't fear it. He would never betray me. "I love you" I whispered into his Underage Gallery hair. "My only love, My Andrew." I stroked his hair. Even though I knew he was deeply asleep he seemed to relax and sink even further as if he heard me and it was safe to relax. He sighed deeply and moved for the first time in his sleep, inching his way up along my body till his face was out of the direct sun of the window. He came to rest with his head partially on my shoulder and partially on the pillow, lying on his stomach, but his left arm still clutched my body around the waist. The suns light now glistened along his broad muscular back. I had never realized it before but his back was covered with a cross work of scars. I recognized them immediately for what they were. Whipping scars and they were much more extensive than the ones I carried. Someone had beaten my Andrew. I was shocked and outraged. The wolf snarled and wanted to rip the throats out of whoever was responsible. He had been beaten repeatedly for the scars to be this numerous, thick and overlapping. I Underage Gallery was furious. It took everything I had to keep from trembling with outrage and waking him. There was nothing I could do now but hold him close. He was always telling me he would protect me, now it seemed that I may need to protect him. I vowed to myself that I would never let anyone hurt him like this again. I would rip their throats out if they tried. "I love you," I whispered softly and fiercely into his hair again. I kissed his hair softly. It was undeniable, "My forever love." The confession was a relief, letting me feel the feelings I had denied myself for so long. Being human, well almost human, isn't always convenient. I wanted to stay exactly where I was but nature had other ideas. I was sure that he was so deeply asleep I could get to the bathroom and be back and he wouldn't even know I had gone. Slowly, carefully I slipped from under his arm and kissed his forehead then held still making sure that he was still out before I moved. I silently slipped from the bed. I took clean clothes from the new dresser and armoire, jeans and a t-shirt of course and went into the bathroom. The convenience of the bathroom was a pleasure after living off the land for almost two years. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and forced a comb through my hair. When I returned to the bedroom I was shocked to find Andrew sitting up in bed staring anxiously at the bathroom like an abandoned puppy. "I'm so sorry." I said softly. "I didn't want to wake you and I thought I would be back long before you woke up." I climbed back into the bed. He pulled me across his lap and kissed me soundly, his face softening a bit but the fear still there. I wrapped my arms around him. "I missed you. I couldn't hear your heartbeat. I was afraid you left. That I had only dreamt you were here." his voice shook on the last word. I gently took his face in my hands and looked deeply into his troubled sky blue eyes, "Where would I go? I only want to be with you, My Andrew, My forever love. I never want to leave your side." I said with all the sincerity and honesty in my heart. I held nothing back. I wanted him to see it all there in my eyes. He looked stunned for a moment, but only a moment. Then his eyes lit with joy and fire. I saw his love it shone threw clear to his soul. He howled at the top of his lungs, shaking the windows. He laughed and clutched me to him. The joy and happiness bubbled jubilantly from his heart and soul. Nothing could contain it. He howled again, giddy with love. "My Beauty, I love you too!" he said first softly then his feelings ripped from his throat again in a full howl. I laughed at his exuberance and excitement. My soul sang to see Underage Gallery him so happy. Whatever happened now, it was worth it to see him so full of joy. "You really do love me?" he shyly asked needing me to tell him again. I smiled into his eyes, "I love you more than my own life." He howled again. I laughed and joined his outrageous howl which made him bust up laughing. "Wait here. Please." His eyes glittered full of energy and excitement. He bounded out of bed then came back and kissed me. Then he ran to the dresser and began grabbing clothes. He came back kissed me again, went to the armoire grabbed jeans and a t-shirt. He came back and kissed me again then ran for the bathroom. Howling as he ran. I laughed watching his antics and waited perched on the bed where he left me. I didn't move a muscle. He soon emerged from the bathroom dressed and his hair combed but wet. He scooped me up into his arms, swung me around in a circle, and kissed me. "Knock it off, I squirmed in his arms. You make me feel like such a Underage Gallery girl." I flushed red embarrassed. He ignored my protests and carried me out to the kitchen and he put me down into the chair closest to the range and began digging through the cabinets. He stopped only when he saw the dishes. He carefully took down the stoneware dishes I had designed after his wolf. "These are beautiful. Where did they come from?" he asked caressing the design. "I made them and your brothers were kind enough to take them and get them glazed and fired for me. You like them? I made your Mom a vase that the twins gave to her for her birthday." I grinned as shock crossed his face as he looked at me again. "They are stunning." He looked at the set pulling each piece out one at a time and looking at the depiction of the wolves on them. He smiled lovingly at me as if he was just seeing me for the first time. He handled each piece like it was worth more to him that anything in the world. He grinned and put the extra pieces back in the cupboard except for a couple plates and cups. Then he began pulling out pots and pans, utensils and bowls. "Let me help." I said starting to get to my feet. He came over and kissed me, gently pushing me back into the chair. "Nope, I want to cook for you, My love." he laughed joyously at his own words. He mumbled to himself, "He loves me!" and went back to pulling ingredients from the cabinets and refrigerator. I laughed at his antics and settled in to watch him cook. I could watch him all day and never get bored. He was beauty in motion. I sat and stared at him loving every minute of it. He baked muffins in the oven, the smell of the raspberry almond nut filling the kitchen. He scrambled eggs and roasted steaks in Underage Gallery the broiler. He fried potatoes with onions and green peppers. Periodically he would look at me and then rush over and kiss me and then go back to his cooking. He was systematically destroying the kitchen. But I laughed and watched him fuss about. He was having fun and I couldn't help but enjoy it with him no matter the mess. "You love me?" he still couldn't believe it. "Yes, I love you, My Andrew." He would howl softly, his joy overflowing. I couldn't believe how happy my love for him seemed to make him. It made me feel light headed to think of how happy he was like I had given him something he had decided he would never get but was resigned that it would be ok anyway. "I love you, My Lance." he would kiss me quickly. I would smile and laugh. I loved to see how his sky blue eyes Underage Gallery danced and sparkled. The meal was wonderful and filling. It was more than I could have dreamed of eating. He ate like he hadn't really eaten since he left, a starving man not able to get enough. When we were both stuffed to capacity, he leaned over kissed me again and swept me up off my chair and carried me into the loveseat in the living room before I could protest again. He sat back into the cushion with me on his lap leaning back against his chest. We were both content. I wasn't entirely sure he was ever going to let me walk again. "You love me." he said again grinning, but this time with conviction like he really almost believed it. His face was filled with boyish awe as if all the years had melted away and he was a child receiving the best gift ever. I was amazed because that was how I felt about him like I was getting the best gift ever. He was more than I had ever expected to receive from life. If I died today I would be content. "You look so like our little brothers right now" I giggled but quickly added, "I love you more than life. You are mine Andrew, now and forever get use to it." He kissed me softly. "I'm so glad that you have bonded with my brothers" he chuckled and shook his head mystified. "I was sure it was too much to hope for that you would accept my family." "They have been so good to me. Every day your brothers amazed me more with what they were doing. I jumped in where I could but they did most of it themselves." "So much happened while you were gone, I met you mother. She has been here twice. Your father came up with her about a week ago." I struggled to find the right place to begin. "The twins were so good. They have been life savers. They seemed to know when I needed a laugh and when I just needed to be left alone. They worked on the cottage tirelessly but they were kind of working on me too. I don't think that Underage Gallery they were doing it consciously but they slowly worked me out of my shell. Your Mom came the first time about a week after you left. She brought your first letter and wanted to ask me some questions." he snuggled into my neck kissing me softly as he listened to me tell the goings on while he was gone. "I told her not to do that. I hope she didn't push you too much." Andrew's eyes filled with concern as he looked deeply into Underage Gallery mine for signs of my anxiety. "No, it was ok. Our little brothers found my birth certificate with the information I gave to her. Evidently everyone is in an uproar because of the names on it. The twins told me a little about it the evening before your Mom and Dad came up. They wanted me to be prepared, they told me to expect them to visit, because of the names on my birth certificate. Not that it matters to me, I don't recognize the names. But as predicted your Mom and Dad came up the next day and took me to see Dr Carlson to have blood work done. They want everything corroborated with genetic tests I guess. I don't know what it all means. Then when we were at the doctors, he kind of recognized some of my features I guess you could say. Evidently he knew the people who are supposed to be my parents. He said my features remind him of my mother. It was very confusing of course I may have missed some of it because it was all I could do to keep from bolting out of the office and back here. He said he would call your folks with the results of the tests and that it would take a couple days for the results. He was going to send it to a couple labs to make sure no mistakes are made. Your Mom talked him into waiting till you returned before sending anything to Stephon because she didn't know if you had told him about me." I sighed getting the story out. "Well don't keep me in suspense, what are the names on your birth certificate?" he smiled and nibbled at my ear. "It is very distracting when you do that." his breath sent shivers up and down my spine. "My name is Marcus Lance Fenrir Fitz. My mother's name is listed as Sarah Lorelei Gail Fenrir. My father's name only gives the surname of Fitz. Dr Carlson said that if they are the people he had known that my fathers name is Henry Fitz. I have no idea what any of it means." Andrew stopped moving and looked at me like he had been electrocuted. "Oh my, I would never have Underage Gallery thought... Oh god ..." he stammered at a loss for any words at all. Panic warred with fear in his eyes and he looked like he was going to grab me and run. I put my hand on his face and tried to wait patiently. He was frightening me. His eyes were flashing and his breathing was coming in gasps. He held me so tight it was hard to breath. The others were concerned but their reactions were nothing like this. At least not in front of me they weren't like this. I looked into his eyes as the shock began to ease. "Are you ok? What does it mean?" I was scared now. I had known it was important before but his acute fear was starting to make me panicky. "Wow, ok" he struggled to get a grip on his fear and steady Underage Gallery his breathing. He closed his eyes for a few moments and stroked my hair holding me against his chest. "I have so much to tell you. Where to begin..." he paused, fear was now prominent as if he was considering how much to tell me. I lifted my head to look at him and saw the frown creasing his forehead. "How about you start at the beginning, you can tell me, it's alright. I'm here and not going anywhere. Remember you said we could handle it together." I reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes. He was making me nervous that maybe he couldn't handle this and he would run. I let my fingers trace down the side of his face over his cheekbones and down along his jaw. He caught my hand then and kissed my palm then pulled my hand with his between us against both our hearts. "Oh how I love you." he said almost painfully. I smiled back at him basking in the glory of the love in his eyes marred now by the fear that was there too but reassured that he was past the panic. "Ok, the beginning. Long ago before the wars, we were a free people. We were proud, a warrior race. We had fought in the blood wars with our allies and won. We were confident and very full of ourselves. Some of our leaders thought of us as invincible. We were immortal, wild and free, untamed." he said wistfully. "The immortals Underage Gallery we had fought alongside, our allies were the Vampires. They had been our friends and allies for millennia uncounted, until recently that is. You see it began very simply I guess as most of these things probably do. A young vampire, in his early 600's, barely a youth by their standards, fell in love with a wolf maiden. She was one of our elder's oldest daughters. She was from a powerful pack a good bloodline, a strong family. Her father had promised her to another pack to cement an alliance with our Royal family. Unknown to him, a young vampire had been calling on his daughter. It wasn't unusual in those days. The vampire society and ours crossed over on a regular basis. The vampires often chose positions as doctors and educators, where we were the warriors and laborers. Our peoples complimented each other nicely." his eyes were far away now as he got into his story. "When Underage Gallery the maiden found out that her father had promised her to another pack, she rebelled and ran to the side of her vampire. He petitioned the maiden's father telling him that his family would be a good match and as good an alliance as the other pack. They were well placed in vampire society and had a lot of influence. He promised that he would love her for forever and take care of her for eternity. Her father was appalled to have his daughter seek a love match from a different species. It was unheard of in those days. It was an embarrassment. Our people occasionally had affairs with humans, but because of their limited lifespan, the trysts are short, if sometimes powerful, but always temporary." "Her father was furious and demanded that his daughter be returned to him untouched and pure. The young vampire lord refused saying that she loved him and he loved her and they would rather die together than be separated. Her family's pack attacked the vampire's stronghold and they decimated it. Her vampire had sent away most of his people not wanting to cause her the pain of seeing her family fighting his family and either side slaughtered. Both lovers were believed killed in the fight. "The young vampire's family retaliated in vengeance against the pack. The violence escalated. One side would appear to gain ground over the other then the tide would turn. More and more families were involved on both sides. The war proceeded for decades and through generations of both vampires and shape shifters pulling the entire society of both species to the brink of annihilation. Thousands were killed on both sides, eventually though the vampires won out. You see they can create their children by envenoming them as well as having children by birth. The first years of life for a created vampire child are violent, bloodthirsty and instinctual, they are the perfect warriors. They are adult, never changing, immortal, very fast and strong. They must drink human blood to survive. They are non-venomous, unlike the born vampires. They have white skin and their eyes are always black. Born vampires eyes can be any color but they too have the pure white skin." "Our children are born and take years to mature before we are able to transform and fight. Even though our people at that time were mostly invincible to conquer and even harder still to kill, we were at a distinct disadvantage. Our numbers plummeted. We were always outnumbered. We lost. When our people finally surrendered our numbers were extremely low. We were practically extinct. The vampires took it on themselves to help to save our species. They conceded partial responsibility for the war. They split up the remaining packs and families. Each of the born immortals took on a number of pairs of shape shifters. They did it for our own good. We had to be careful with our remaining bloodlines. Inbreeding could not be allowed to happen because there were too few of us left as it was. Family histories and pedigrees became extremely important as we struggled to bring ourselves back from extinction. "At that time all shape shifters were able to take on the shape of any number of creatures. We could be anything Underage Gallery we wanted. The old ones, the purebloods couldn't stand the way we had to live. Many of the life bonded pairs had been broken up to save the species and once separated they began Underage Gallery to die of broken hearts. There were so few of us that they had no choice but to mix our bloodlines with humans, the first generation children of such liaisons had few abilities if any at all and could barely control the abilities they had. Many of these half-breeds didn't have the full long lives of our kind and died after a few decades more like the lives of regular humans. But their genetic diversity mixed in with the packs. Now, we are back from extinction but our abilities are reduced due to the watering down of the bloodlines. The more diluted the bloodline, the shorter the lifespan of the individual and the harder it is to shift. Some have trouble holding their Underage Gallery animals shape for more than a couple minutes, although some of the stronger bloodlines are relearning to shift into more than one creature. I myself have never tried to be anything other than my wolf. I like him. I have never felt the need. "When the vampires took over and destroyed the packs, we had to rebuild our families. We became bonded to the vampires. We owed them our lives. They could have easily destroyed us into extinction, into mythology. In infancy we are all bonded to our vampire benefactor. My family is also bonded to these hills naturally. It is our territory. We are the caretakers of the land. This land belongs to our family and we protect it. We safeguard it from poachers and care for nature here. We keep it in balance and maintain the herds. We feel a kinship with nature as we are so closely knit to the magic of nature. That is the way of our world." "Wow, all that devastation because of a pair of star crossed lovers. How incredibly sad." I said softly. I wasn't sure how to feel. "Because of this, you are now a slave to a vampire. Our Underage Gallery people are slaves." "No, we're not slaves. Just not free to choose for ourselves in all aspects of our lives. There are certain parts of my life that I have very little control over. We aren't generally allowed into mainstream education systems because some of us can't control our shifts. We have to maintain our anonymity so our education is limited by what we can learn at home. Also, I am the oldest son of a very strong pure bloodline. My benefactor wants me to choose a mate from good bloodlines so we can grow in strength. He had brought many candidates from across the world from various family bloodlines trying to tempt me. When we choose a mate, it is for life. In our society it doesn't matter if Underage Gallery it is a male to female mating or male to male or female to female. Brother life Underage Gallery mates happen as often as any of the others. It is not preferable of course because there are no children from such a bonding and although we are gaining strength our people are not completely out of danger yet. Stephon didn't know that I had already chosen my mate." he arms tightened slightly around me, he meant me. "It can not be undone. I had chosen before I left, even though I didn't realize it until the parade of prospective mates was passing by and I compared each to My Beauty and none of them could compare to you in the slightest. I told my Master that I already had a mate." He chuckled softly "He was livid. I told him my mate had come to me. I am not sure he believed me when I told him a free wolf appeared out of nowhere and I chose him to be my mate." He shook his head smiling down at me. The fear was almost gone from his eyes now, being replaced by the overwhelming love. "He is angry." I sighed into Andrew's chest. "Well he can hardly complain if what you told me is true. The lovers in my story, the Underage Gallery vampire and the wolf maiden, the maiden's name are Sarah Fenrir. I don't know who Fitz is but Sarah Fenrir was an ancient pureblood. If she is your mother then she must not have been killed in the battle and must have gone animal when her vampire was killed." "Ok..." I paused stunned "so I am the son of a woman who started a war that destroyed lives for generations and almost caused her people and those of the man she loved into extinction. Wow, I don't even know what to do with that. There are going to be a lot of Underage Gallery angry people when they find out I am alive. Well you wanted a pedigree. It wasn't bad enough when I was just an unknown now... my family is responsible for a war that decimated my own people. There is no way to apologize for that." my voice drifted, I couldn't even comprehend the magnitude of being responsible for all those deaths. "No love, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever set eyes on. My very blood sings your praises." he sounded so sure of himself. "You aren't responsible for what happened over 300 years before you were born. Don't take that on. We will just move forward and deal with what comes." "Ok, then in dealing with what comes, Stephon is coming here isn't he?" fear filtered into my voice. "Probably, eventually, I can't be sure. My families well Underage Gallery being is very important to him. He isn't evil. He cares very much about my family. When I was young, like the twins, I was called to him to attend him while he went to university. I was allowed to study as well. It is something that does not happen often. I thrived. I learned so much about the world, medicine, society, Underage Gallery math, physics and the stars. Humans have a unique outlook on life because they must live their lives so quickly in just a few decades, but their knowledge steadily grows. They stockpile everything they learn for future generations so nothing is lost. We benefit from their hording of knowledge and their striving to pass it on to future generations. We can make their knowledge our own. Stephon was pleased that I absorbed so much and seemed to enjoy learning. I had 2 degrees in medicine and 1 in physics by the time we left university. I came back and taught as much as I could to my brothers and now to my baby sister." he was so proud of himself for the accomplishments he had made. "But he will not release you. Free you from him. You will always be tied to him." I stated sadly. "Yes, although I am now tied to you, my love, much closer than I have ever been tied to him. His hold on me seems slight in comparison to the bonds that tie me to you." He murmured, "I love you for forever." into my ear softly. I wasn't going to be distracted, "He is going to hurt you, to try and pull you away from me." "No, I don't know what he'll do, but don't give up hope. Let's see if we can find out what the test results are and what Dr Carlson has to say before we panic. You have nothing to prove. You are the most beautiful creature on the planet. How can he not see that, regardless of your parentage." he reassured me smoothing the goose pimples that Underage Gallery were forming on my arms and the fear building in my heart. Not fear for myself I realized, Underage Gallery but fear for what could happen to him because of me. It was a new feeling, fearing for the safety of someone else when I had only worried about myself for so long. I liked having someone to care about. "If you say I have nothing to worry about My Love then I will try not to worry." I leaned into his chest. I didn't want worry to disrupt his homecoming. I wanted to go back to this Underage Gallery morning and see the happiness in his eyes again. "I will need to go see my family soon. They are so glad that I am home. I need to see my father and tell him about my visit and my mother will want to see me too. She worries when I am away. Will you come with me? My brothers will be there and I know they would love the chance to make fun of me in front of you. I don't want to let go of you and much less let you out of my sight." he chuckled softly to himself at the thought of his brother's jeers and hoots. "Sure, maybe they will have heard something from Dr Carlson. I would also like to meet Underage Gallery your little sister. I haven't met her yet." I smiled up at him. It would make him happy to see them and I was really becoming more comfortable with his family. Even his father was growing on me... slowly. With him there, his love shining from his eyes, I felt like I could do anything, including brave this small piece of the world. "Seriously, you are ok with this?" "Yes my love. Let's go visit your family." I laughed and snuggled closer to him, "Although I really like the idea of keeping you all to myself." The morning was turning to midday. I sighed, got up and took his hand, and taking a deep breath I led him out the cottage door. We walked hand in hand slowly to the north, towards the farm. I would hold my head up high. I was free to come and go as I pleased. No one owned me, well no one but him. I would be proud. For him I could be anything, including a warrior. I would be worthy of him if it Underage Gallery killed me.
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