Thomas's POV

     I gasp as Ares pushes me back causing me to stumble blindly before I catch myself on the brick wall behind me. I watch horrified as he winds up his bat before swinging it back hard meaning to connect with the dark haired man in front of him, but it ends up harshly caressing the wall instead.

     The newcomer is swift and violent and I'm pissed at myself. As much as I'm shocked and distraught about not having my own little bean, I don't want the big ugly bully to be gone just yet. If only I had just stayed still after Ares tried to hard to hide us, but my body wanted closer to his and I stupidly obliged. Paying closer attention to the fight I realize that's it's actually Ares that has the upper head, though first glance would say otherwise.

     I watch entranced, as Ares takes the lead in the fight, dodging all the offensive attacks and planning his own. As soon as the dark haired intruder begins to slow, Ares uses the wariness to his advantage. He brings his bat up to knock him in the head as a distraction and when it's avoided, he uses his leg to trip his opponent to the ground.

     Though I know this game is serious and that even if Ares can't die, he can be brutally hurt, I can't seem to focus my mind in the fight. Instead both my mind and my body are crying out to be caressed by our Bond. Being so new, the feeling is much stronger than it usually would be. I try to keep my discomfort quiet but the longer I am without him the more it aches. The more it hurts. I want to be cuddled up in his arms, not leaning against a dirty wall, sliding to the ground in distress. I watched worriedly as Ares almost gets hit in the neck with a quick jab. That one action breaks all of my resolve and the whine that leaves my mouth is needy and damn near pitiful but I could care less.

     Ares quickly turns his head in my direction, leaving himself open to a quick right hook to his jaw. He stumbles backwards but his eyes never leave mine, the sound that came from my throat must have scared him. He starts towards me as if to make sure of my safety but a loud crack is heard when his arm is ripped to the side and is bent back at a wrong disturbing angle.

     Ares groans as his legs give out and he stumbles to his knees in pain. I begin crying at the picture in from of me, my body compelling me to go to him and wrap my arms around him. I raise on my knees, the concrete beginning to glisten with my tears as I move forward. I'm quickly stopped in my tracks however, when Ares looks up at me and grunts our a hard, "No!" that has me stopping in my tracks.

     I barely notice when the horrible bastard turns in my direction until he stands in front of Ares blocking my view of my injured Bond that needs a hug. He needs cuddles and kisses and hugs and this cocky, rude asshole is blocking my way towards him. I raise my head to meet his eyes right as he begins to speak.

     "Well, well, well, you managed to catch a Vampire tonight did you, Ares? A nice prey indeed." My body reacts violently against his voice. My mind swirls in confusing because as revolting as his horrid voice is, it also sounds....familiar. I study his sharp features, dark hair and red eyes, knowing I've seen him before and knowing it wasn't a pleasant memory but I can't exactly recall.

     "Get the fuck away from him, Silas." I hear Ares snarl from behind the dangerous man. I can almost picture the rabid  look thats probably settled on his face, and all of my worries disappear. Whoever this Silas bitch is, is going to get fucked up if he touches a hair on my head. I'm not sure how I know that, but I do. And it's a damn good thing to know.

     "The game that serious to you, Ares?" Silas mocks turning around to crouch in front of my injured Mate. But Ares is barely paying him any mind, instead his eyes are trained on me, the possession and worry so clear in his eyes it almost makes me gasp out loud. "Ah! Oh this is my night, isn't it gentleman? Is seems as if the little boy has found his lover. Well let me take him for a test drive, make sure he's in tip top shape." The words, once they make sense in my head, causes another whine to leave my mouth disgusted and terrified at what the man in front of me just implied.

     But before he can get another word out and take action on his promise, Ares is on him, pinning him down to the ground, climbing to straddle his waist forcefully before punching Silas repeatedly in the face, the neck the chest, until I'm unsure the Enchanted is actually breathing.

     He goes to reach for his bat, and this is where I jump into action, knowing that the consequences for killing isn't the best. I quickly scramble towards the ragged pair, grabbing the aluminum bat with one hand and his face with my other, calmly turning his gaze towards me.

     "Hey, it's okay." I say soothingly. I lock eyes with Ares' wild ones. And even though I'm terrified of his violence and even more so of the look in his eyes, a part of me is proud. Proud to have such a strong Bond that didn't hesitate to put himself between me and danger whether I can handle myself or not. "I'm okay. I'm not hurt. I just need some love."

     The words seems to finally get through to Ares as he hurriedly climbs off of a limp Silas and grabs me up into his arms. This time I don't fight it when he gathers me against his chest, willingly wrapping my legs and arms around his shaking body to help calm him.

     "Where are you staying." Even though my scent still hasn't unmasked itself, his words are muffled by my neck.

     "The apartments on Fallen Avenue." I answer quietly, keeping my eyes closed and limbs wrapped right around my stupid cocky mate that saved my life twice tonight.

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     After thirty minutes of walking we finally reach the other side of Enchanted Territory to reach the apartments. We came close a few times of seeing others, but Ares' clever thinking helped us avoid any more confrontation for the duration of our trip.

     I reluctantly slide down Ares as I rest on my own feet to reach in my pocket for the key after leading us up the flight of steps to Nysa and I apartment. I sigh in relief after crossing the threshold, happy to finally be away from all the stress and negative energy that comes with this part of the city. I chuckle quietly to myself amazed as ever at my one eighty change in attitude and personality. As much as I hated it after being the stoic aloof 'pretty boy' for so long being turned into a whiny blushing mess of Vamp, I must admit: It's nice to finally feel alive.

I feel Ares follow me to my room. Usually I would show a guest around and keep them in my living area but it's been a long long day and the only thing I want to do, is smack my Bond in the head, tell him how much of a cocky, stupid asshole he is, and cuddle up beside him so my body will stop screaming at me to get back into his arms.

I open the door to my room, leaving it open for Ares is slip inside as well. I shiver at the lack of heat in my room. That's another thing I'll have get used to, room and body temperature. As if life wasn't already difficult enough. I feel two arms wraps around my waist from behind and I almost jump three stories. I quickly turn in his arms looking down and the previously broken arm.

"What just happened to your arm?" I ask Ares looking back and forth from Ares and his perfect arm wrapped around my waist. He tenses up tightly and goes to remove his body from a round mine. Knowing my Slip couldn't handle another separation from him, I step forward along with his body and hold his arms tighter around me. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me. Please don't go." I tell him, not wanting him to leave, knowing if he did he probably would never come back.

He turns his gaze to me confusion and....hope shining through his gaze as he watches my eyes looking for a lie as he asks me, "You don't want me to go?"

"Do you really want to that bad?" I ask. And I try to keep my voice even and unaffected but with all the new emotions swirling within me, it's a little hard to keep them out of my voice.

He shakes his head as if dazed and his face slightly lights up in a blush. "I just thought you'd want me gone. You didn't look that enthused to have me." And as much as he tried to keep his voice steady he's not successful either. I can still feel the hurt, the rejection and the abandonment on his words and I hate the fact that I put it there.

"Come on you stupid asshole, just get in bed and fucking hold me." Eh, I just don't hate it enough to be nice to him. I hear him chuckle and watch him shake his head as he follows me while I strip down to my boxers. I always slept naked and it never bothered me, but sleeping with my Bond for the first time, especially almost bare has me a blushing stumbling mess getting into the bed.

I feel him slip in behind me and pull me roughly back into his chest where I find warmth safety and care.

Cuddles now. We can handle the real world tomorrow.

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Sorry don't feel like editing tonight. I'll probably do it on my vacation days I haven't decided. Enjoy. And where do you think Thomas knows Silas from?

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