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Bombs. Bombs had been littering the ground gauging wounds in the face of the earth, wounds that would take time to heal. But under all of the glass and debris the war waged on. The Doms scrambled to gather footing as they continued their approach on the giant white building up ahead of them. The place where all of the human vermin had holed themselves up in.
Determined hazel eyes looked at the broad doors before him. He would break into this and bring down the menace that was now putting his mate and daughter in danger. His long black hair dangled around his face in a knotted mess. He wouldn’t say this had been easy; on the contrary, it had been the most difficult thing he had ever had to face in his life. He glanced around at all of his allies and men he regarded as his brothers, it was the sight of the determination that light up in their eyes in retaliation to his own that had kept him moving, running up the marble steps to smash down the door before him.
Bullets screamed around him and nestled themselves into the flesh of his friends. Cries of pain and agony sung around him like a twisted melody. He wanted nothing more than for this war to be over, to be back home lying atop the bed his head nestled into the nape of his mates neck, their little girl’s newborn eyes staring up at her parents in wonderment. He wanted nothing more than to walk over that threshold and pull his fertile into a kiss to last a lifetime. But if he wanted to do all these things, he must for face the horror ahead of him, just on the other side of the doors he was panting in front of, his body pleading with him to stop his march, screaming in weariness and agony. But he wouldn’t submit, he would get home to do all of the things he promised himself he could.
A sword wedged in his side, he grimaced in pain before the black flood his eyes and he grinned a twisted grin at the mortal filth holding onto the other end of the blade, their eyes widening as the Dom’s skin fizzled a popped when in contact with the silver sword, but the Dom just continued to smile. Gripping the silver in his hands ignoring the hiss and sizzle of his skin, he began to pull the human towards him by pulling the blade. One those wide eyes were a mere centimetre from his black ones he lunged forward, his fangs ripping at the exposed throat and relishing in the taste of the blood flowing down his throat and replenishing him for the fight ahead.
Dropping the now deceased body, he pulled the sword from his side and looked up into the wide and traumatized eyes of the other mortals within the building. He just grinned his fangs dangling over the top of his bottom lip. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he looked at his prey.
“Run” he growled to them before running at them.
He was dancing a bloody battle of flesh and bone. The screams his music as he continued to tango with death, he was the reaper dancing the deadly dance that made men lay awake in fear at night, and had women crying over the tombstones of mortal lovers lost. His movements graceful yet harsh, beautiful yet horrifying, he was the dancing paradox. Carnage left in his wake as he waltzed up the stairs in search of his ultimate prey.
He slammed open the large oak doors and looked around the large office in front of him. His eye scanning every inch of it’s depth in search of that despicable man that had unleashed this chaos. The man who had opted to start the war, the man he would now make wish that he had never taken a breath on this earth. At the sight of the vacant office before him he growled violently, ripping couches from the ground and tearing portraits from the walls trying to find any sign of the man that should have been waiting here to face his death, after all the captain always goes down with the ship.
“He’s gone Gerard” a deep sounded from behind him. Gerard turned to face the larger Dom behind him, the one that had helped to give life to his now mate. He growled in mild response to the Dom before him. His frustration evident as it lay just hidden in his blackened hues.
“Well what do we do now Shadows?” he hissed, his anger vehement, but not directed at the man before him. Directed at the coward that dared to call himself the leader of this pathetic rebellion that he was going to make sure that he squashed under his boot, and make them realise that insects is what they truly were.
“We look everywhere else, just came down Gerard we will find him.”
“How can I possibly calm down when I have my mate and child waiting at home? My child who doesn’t even know her father is because he isn’t there” Gerard hissed to Shadows, a hand gripped his shoulder and soon he was pinned to a wall his black eyes meeting the much more domineering black eyes of Shadows. He growled slightly but winced and stopped the noise as the grip on his shoulder tightened.
“You are not the only one suffering from loss Gerard, we will get home when we can but until then all we can do is fight and destroy the danger that could possibly harm that family that we want more than anything else to see. So calm the hell down and get ready for the final stand of the war. This is going to end now.” Gerard looked up at the taller Dom and nodded with silent signal that he would calm himself.
He had to remain came. To lock up the storm that was brewing from deep within him. And when he finally found the man that had caused all of this. Had caused the hell and nightmare that his family now had to sit through. Only then would he let the storm free to tear that man to shreds, allowing his blood to rain down on the corpses of them men that had dared to defend him and stand in Gerard’s way.
As Gerard exited the building he looked up to the grey and morbid sky, the rain falling to him like tears of all of the fertiles at home mourning the loss of their Dom. He sent a silent Prayer back to his mate.
“I promise this war will be over soon. Then I will be home to you Frankie.” He murmured. “ Hold Bandit for me, while I can’t, I will see you both soon I love you”.
Determined hazel eyes looked at the broad doors before him. He would break into this and bring down the menace that was now putting his mate and daughter in danger. His long black hair dangled around his face in a knotted mess. He wouldn’t say this had been easy; on the contrary, it had been the most difficult thing he had ever had to face in his life. He glanced around at all of his allies and men he regarded as his brothers, it was the sight of the determination that light up in their eyes in retaliation to his own that had kept him moving, running up the marble steps to smash down the door before him.
Bullets screamed around him and nestled themselves into the flesh of his friends. Cries of pain and agony sung around him like a twisted melody. He wanted nothing more than for this war to be over, to be back home lying atop the bed his head nestled into the nape of his mates neck, their little girl’s newborn eyes staring up at her parents in wonderment. He wanted nothing more than to walk over that threshold and pull his fertile into a kiss to last a lifetime. But if he wanted to do all these things, he must for face the horror ahead of him, just on the other side of the doors he was panting in front of, his body pleading with him to stop his march, screaming in weariness and agony. But he wouldn’t submit, he would get home to do all of the things he promised himself he could.
A sword wedged in his side, he grimaced in pain before the black flood his eyes and he grinned a twisted grin at the mortal filth holding onto the other end of the blade, their eyes widening as the Dom’s skin fizzled a popped when in contact with the silver sword, but the Dom just continued to smile. Gripping the silver in his hands ignoring the hiss and sizzle of his skin, he began to pull the human towards him by pulling the blade. One those wide eyes were a mere centimetre from his black ones he lunged forward, his fangs ripping at the exposed throat and relishing in the taste of the blood flowing down his throat and replenishing him for the fight ahead.
Dropping the now deceased body, he pulled the sword from his side and looked up into the wide and traumatized eyes of the other mortals within the building. He just grinned his fangs dangling over the top of his bottom lip. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest as he looked at his prey.
“Run” he growled to them before running at them.
He was dancing a bloody battle of flesh and bone. The screams his music as he continued to tango with death, he was the reaper dancing the deadly dance that made men lay awake in fear at night, and had women crying over the tombstones of mortal lovers lost. His movements graceful yet harsh, beautiful yet horrifying, he was the dancing paradox. Carnage left in his wake as he waltzed up the stairs in search of his ultimate prey.
He slammed open the large oak doors and looked around the large office in front of him. His eye scanning every inch of it’s depth in search of that despicable man that had unleashed this chaos. The man who had opted to start the war, the man he would now make wish that he had never taken a breath on this earth. At the sight of the vacant office before him he growled violently, ripping couches from the ground and tearing portraits from the walls trying to find any sign of the man that should have been waiting here to face his death, after all the captain always goes down with the ship.
“He’s gone Gerard” a deep sounded from behind him. Gerard turned to face the larger Dom behind him, the one that had helped to give life to his now mate. He growled in mild response to the Dom before him. His frustration evident as it lay just hidden in his blackened hues.
“Well what do we do now Shadows?” he hissed, his anger vehement, but not directed at the man before him. Directed at the coward that dared to call himself the leader of this pathetic rebellion that he was going to make sure that he squashed under his boot, and make them realise that insects is what they truly were.
“We look everywhere else, just came down Gerard we will find him.”
“How can I possibly calm down when I have my mate and child waiting at home? My child who doesn’t even know her father is because he isn’t there” Gerard hissed to Shadows, a hand gripped his shoulder and soon he was pinned to a wall his black eyes meeting the much more domineering black eyes of Shadows. He growled slightly but winced and stopped the noise as the grip on his shoulder tightened.
“You are not the only one suffering from loss Gerard, we will get home when we can but until then all we can do is fight and destroy the danger that could possibly harm that family that we want more than anything else to see. So calm the hell down and get ready for the final stand of the war. This is going to end now.” Gerard looked up at the taller Dom and nodded with silent signal that he would calm himself.
He had to remain came. To lock up the storm that was brewing from deep within him. And when he finally found the man that had caused all of this. Had caused the hell and nightmare that his family now had to sit through. Only then would he let the storm free to tear that man to shreds, allowing his blood to rain down on the corpses of them men that had dared to defend him and stand in Gerard’s way.
As Gerard exited the building he looked up to the grey and morbid sky, the rain falling to him like tears of all of the fertiles at home mourning the loss of their Dom. He sent a silent Prayer back to his mate.
“I promise this war will be over soon. Then I will be home to you Frankie.” He murmured. “ Hold Bandit for me, while I can’t, I will see you both soon I love you”.
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