It kills me that we have to hide our true nature from Presley, but I feel like she isn't ready to accept what we are yet.
-Gunner
Even though it'sbeen hours since I last saw Presley, the sweet smell of her jasmine scent still clings to me. She's a ray of sunshine in direct contrast to the darkness that resides in me.
She doesn't know it yet, but she’s our everything, and it's getting harder and harder not to act on our feelings for her.
We've been fighting those feelings for two years, it was like lightning struck us that night we met her, in an instant we knew she'd eventually be ours.
We're trying to be respectful because of what she went through, but today in class all I could think about was planting my cock balls deep inside her sweet warmth.
I’m not blind, I know that she feels the same intense pull, theonly difference is that her feelings are shrouded in shame, but she has no reason to feel that way.
It's true that our relationship will be unconventional, but there's nothing wrong with two brothers sharing. There'd be no jealousy between us, because she'd be equally ours.
It's my fault that we haven’t claimed her yet, we've made her wait because of my impulsive nature. Kai can control his need for the kill better than I can. He's a hunter, he likes the long game. Where I like the gore.
It's been a long hard road, but I’ve finally learned to accept who I am. Kai accepted his demons a long time ago. We formed the Brotherhood and brought with us the code, that’s got to count for something.
Our first kill wasn't planned, but after I witnessed what the sick fucker did there couldn’t be another outcome. He had to die for what he did to that little boy.
You never forget your first, and I remember the horrified expression on his face when I carved the boy's name in his gut like it was yesterday. I was in eighth grade, and my brother was in sixth.
I’d gotten detention for protecting Kai against a bully. Not wanting to leave me, he waited for me at school. The sun was already low in the sky by the time we started walking home that day.
There was a convenient store about a half a mile from our house, and I saw my swim coach picking up a little boy off of the side of the road there.
It didn't raise any red flags at the time, I assumed he knew the boy. He was a trusted member of our society, a seemingly good one, and our parents never questioned him being around us.
There was a stop sign across the street from where we lived, and Kai and I used to like doing our homework on the front porchof our old house. That same night, I was surprised to see coach’s truck heading back in the direction we walked that day.
I could tell someone was in the passenger seat but because it was almost dark it was difficult to see all the way in. His window was rolled down, and we could hear someone crying.
We followed his truck all the way to the store, where the boy jumped out, and ran as fast as his legs could take him in the opposite direction. We tried to find him but came up short. Finally, we had to go back home, because dad would be on his way home from work soon.
We reported what we witnessed to our counselor that next morning, and nothing ever came to the forefront. He was never charged, and that little boy was found buried in a makeshift grave a couple of weeks later.
Since we were born we’ve known we were different, that blood didn’t scare us, in fact we craved it. We couldn't let what happened to him stand.
We made a pact, and our code of honor was born. We didn’t know how to kill back then, or what method we’d use, but our thirst for vengeance was more powerful than anything else we’d ever felt.
We waited until his wife left for a work retreat, then we snuck into his house, and tied him to their bed. We wore gloves, hats, and our Jason Masks.
He cried like a little bitch and begged for his life. He confessed how he knew that little boy was going to tell somebody based on how much he was crying, and that’s why he went back after him.
I couldn’t stand hearing all the shit coming out of his mouth. With a knife in our hands, and standing opposite of each other, we sliced his throat at the same time.
It’s harder than you think to penetrate the skin, but our rage made it easy. That could have easily been one of us or one of ourfriends. Never once has guilt eaten me up from the inside. His family deserved justice, just like all of our victims have deserved to die.
It's not long until I turn my thoughts towards the mountain of paperwork that is Wonderland. The Madd Hatter has left again, and from the rumor mill I’ve heard he’s gotten into some trouble, and needs our help with something. Which will probably cause me to have another fucking headache.
It's not until Kai throws open my office door that I realize it’s already night.
My brother has always been as wild as a hurricane, it's no surprise that he slammed my office door instead of shutting it quietly behind him.
A herd of elephants would have probably been quieter. "What's up, fucker?"
Rolling my eyes, I flip him off. "Don't be a dick. Is the Madd Hatter back yet?”
