- chapter 17;
bleeding;

LIZ HAS THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORDS OF BLEIZ THE WHOLE DAY. She asked herself, what he has already seen or experienced, or what he has really meant by that. Nobody in this Hotel looked innocent. Not even the children there were innocent. Speaking about kids ... She rolled with her eyes, as she heard the annoyed voice of Lachlan Drake. As much as she has heard, his father – Will Drake, also the fashion designer who has organized the fashion show – wanted to buy this hotel. Hm, this could get interesting.

Her eyes wandered through the room. Immediately, a smile appeared on her rather bored face, as she saw the young man walking towards her. His light, fluffy hair was tumbled, wore a grey shirt of Donovan and sports shorts. A long, thick scar was on his thigh, blue hickeys above his neck. Marks, which showed everyone, he belonged to Donovan. Like always, when Bleiz walked, he didn't make any sounds.

"Thanks again for the breakfast, Liz", he said, smiling. During that, he ignored completely the disgusted face of a well-built lady – probably the assistant of Will Drake – and the sparkling, blue eyes of the fashion designer, who followed the young man.
"Dad, isn't that the man of the show? Who has broken the security guard's nose?", Lachlan whispered to his father. But before Will could answer anything, Bleiz turned around, looking straight into his blue eyes. "Yes, I am. Why? Is there a problem?", he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course not, Mister. It was quite impressive. So much damage with only one arm", Will answered calming, the corners of his mouth twitching. This young man in front of him was impulsive, and beautiful. Even if he was wearing now baggy, comfortable clothes, Will still had the picture of him in his mind, dressed in his designed, tight clothes. Normally, they've been supposed to be worn by Tristan, but when he thought about it ... This young man had the better shape for them, even if he was smaller, his legs were longer, his muscles defined. His complete body type was more athletic than the one of Tristan. And Will has seen how much power the young man had.

Bleiz just smirked as an answer, turning again around, to sit at the counter. "I think, he likes you", Liz whispered, only for the wolf-boy to hear and wiggled with her eyebrows. Still, Will Drake looked at the younger one, not wanting to miss a single detail of his perfect shaped body. Of course, Bleiz noticed it, causing him to huff softly. "I don't really care about that. I mean yes, he's hot. But I belong to Donovan, just like Donovan belongs to me." A light sigh escaped him, his dark eyes focused the glass with orange juice, Liz handed him.

He took a sip. "Thanks", he muffled, leaning a bit backwards with his shoulders and neck, to stretch and flex his muscles a bit. "Yeah, I think everybody can see, you belong to him." Liz reached her hand out, touching carefully his purple and blue neck. She frowned a little, as she felt the light indentations of the teeth. "He is really crazy about you. Crazier than with the Countess. But I think, it's healthier, the way he is with you", she whispered with a smile.

"I'm also crazy about him. All I can think about is him. His wonderful smile, his beautiful, ocean-blue eyes, his smooth skin. And his wonderful lips, which take my breath away, every time, he is kissing me." A dreamy sigh escaped him, taking another sip. "He is so perfect to me. I love Donovan so much", he admired, drawing a heart on the wooden counter of the bar.

"I can see that", Liz said with a soft chuckle. Young love was indeed something precious and wonderful. The way Bleiz was talking about this former trouble-child of her best friend touched something deep in her heart. Maybe there was a chance, the "problematic" one could change. Well, she hasn't seen Donovan smoking since he had this thing going on with Bleiz.

"Well, darling? What can I bring to you?", she wanted to know, smirking a bit, as she heard this Drake-guy talking heated with Missy. Maybe some trouble was going on, but who knew that. Knowingly, she looked at the wolf-boy who grinned slightly. His eyes were ice-blue, reminding her of a clear, frozen sea. "Can you hear what they're saying?", she asked quietly. As an answer, Bleiz nodded.

"This Drake will soon come over to us", he muttered, but rolled with his eyes, as he heard the next comment. "He wants me to sign up for a contract. As a model for him", he whispered, followed by a light chuckle.
Now, Liz started to giggle softly as well. Of course, her friend has looked quite impressive during that show. But still ... Bleiz as a model? The thought of that was quite too ridiculous. And Donovan wouldn't be pleased about that as well. She could even imagine, that he wasn't also pleased about Will Drake and his far too obvious glances.

"But I would love to have a glass milk. I need calcium", Bleiz said with a wink, grinning, as he could hear the footsteps of the fashion designer. "Well, Mister Drake, how can I help you?", he wanted to know, turning with his gaze a bit around, to look into his blue, bright eyes. Strange. He reminded him a bit of Donovan. Tall, black hair, blue eyes, firm face, strong and muscular ... and a sharp jawline. Slowly, Bleiz understood. The Countess had a type. Oh, poor Will Drake. Another victim on her boy-toy list. How tragic.

"Well, I think there might be some things", the tall man breathed. His voice was rough, and nobody could ever reject him. Well, he was indeed a hottie. But Bleiz rolled annoyed with his eyes. "I have a boyfriend, Mister Drake. Unless he doesn't want to have a threesome with you involved, I won't do any funny business with you", he said seriously. Even if he had to admit, his words have sent some shivers about his back. But not the way, Donovan did. Donovan could talk about Italian food and they would end in a hot make-out session on the couch. Not that it bothered Bleiz.

"You meant that tall man? Broad shoulders, muscles, sharp jawline and ocean-blue eyes?", Will asked Bleiz, a smug grin on his face. Well, he wouldn't say no to a threesome, if they suggested one. He has seen the man during the show. Their little staring-contest wasn't something, someone could've ignored. Even if they were just staring at each other ... It has been something so much deeper. Like a deep bond, Will Drake couldn't even explain what he has seen. He bit down on his lower lip, studying Bleiz.

"Yes. Donovan. Like I said, he's my boyfriend and I will never dare to do anything, what could hurt him", he answered, surprisingly calm. His brown eyes found their way into the heaven-blue ones of Will. "And be careful of the Countess. She seems to have a type", he added quietly, but started to smile, as the sweet scent of Donovan entered his nose.

Immediately, he hopped down of the chair, literally stumbling towards the man, who just walked towards the bar. A huge grin appeared on his face, as he saw Bleiz, carefully lifting him with one arm up. "I'm sorry, I'm late", he breathed, snuggling a bit closer to his boyfriend. "I bought you something", Donovan added quickly, before Bleiz could say anything. With a soft smile, Donovan put a fine, silver bracelet on his wrist with his free hand. "I know, it would suit you", he purred, looking at his slim, elegant arm. He was so fragile ...

A bit, Bleiz blushed, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "Thank you so much, Donovan. This is really lovely. But I'm gladder, that you're here ... Holding me." He smiled happy, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Somehow, he needed to kiss him suddenly all over his face, showering with his love. It was just something, he wanted to do without even thinking about it. He has missed his boyfriend, his soulmate. His anchor.

Soft chuckles were escaping his throat, but Donovan kept his eyes closed, enjoying the sweet affection he got. He asked himself, what he has done, to deserve this precious angel in his arms. This sweet and loving man, who kissed him, like he was the purest and greatest treasure of the world. Of course, Donovan has heard the talk his Bleiz had with this Will Drake. Well, he wouldn't have been surprised, if something would've happened between them. The fashion designer was indeed an attractive man and in his last relationship ... The Countess and he had fucked everyone they wanted to.
Not that Donovan would that do now. Not to Bleiz. He knew, it would break his pure heart. So, the immortal was even more touched, as he has heard, what his boyfriend has said to Will. Bleiz really loved him, if love could even describe their deep feeling to each other. Realizing that, Donovan smiled widely and kissed him deeply, pulling him closer. A bit, he smiled against his lips, holding Bleiz tight in his arms. Never letting him go. Well, at least not so fast from now on. His hands were caressing his back, holding him tighter. Gently, they shared some deep kisses. Imprinted with their love to each other. His lips tasted sweet, mixed with a bit of the milk, he has just drunk. Still good for Donovan.

After a while, a soft cough interrupted them, making the two men to pull away from each other. Bleiz' cheek got the familiar, light – pink color tone, causing him to look almost embarrassed away, face hiding in the shoulder of his loved one.
Donovan caressed his back, looking at Liz. "Yes?" Needing to know, what for god's sake could be more important than their soft making – out, his blue eyes also switched over to the fashion designer, who seemed to have watched the little "show". By the slight grin, he gave them, Will has also seemed to enjoy it. This sick bastard.

"You're still in public, you lovebirds", Liz explained, smirking a bit. But her face darkened a bit. "And Elizabeth is on her way", she now added quietly, looking up, as she saw the white-haired woman entering this place.
Again, Bleiz felt uncomfortable. There was something about her presence alone, which made him turn almost into a wolf again. In his defense, he could feel Donovan tensed as well. The grip of the vampire tightened around his waist, pulling Bleiz closer. Nobody should dare to hurt him. Not this Drake-guy, nor Liz, and especially not Elizabeth. Almost confused, the wolf-boy looked up to Donovan, frowning a bit with worries. Donovan's eyes were widened, his body seemed to tense more every second.

The vampire ignored the soft whispers of Bleiz, still holding him close against his chest. Just for some seconds, their looks were meeting. And suddenly, he regretted to show how much affection and love, he felt towards the innocent man in his arms. Because she has seen everything. How his blue eyes were sparkling, just when he thought about him. His smiles, which have used to be so rare, but were now daily able to see on his face. Strong arms, wrapping protectively around him, like he has never done with her. The way, he was looking at him ...

Donovan was in love and Elizabeth knew it. And Donovan knew, it will cost its' price.

Without another word, he pulled Bleiz with him to the elevator. In complete silence, he entered it with him, still holding him close. Only, when the doors have been shut and the elevator finally moved, he dared to speak. "You will leave the hotel."

For some seconds, Bleiz was quiet, too confused to say anything. "No", he said after a while. "I will never leave your side", he whispered, placing his hands on the hips of his boyfriend. "I don't know, what's the matter now, but no matter what, I won't leave you." A bit, he smiled, pressing a light kiss on his cheek.

"You have to leave the hotel, Bleiz. You aren't safe here." His voice was shaking, while he spoke and even if he knew, he shouldn't do it, he pulled him closer, holding him tight in his arms again. How could he even think of letting him go? This would be one of the most selfish things, he has ever done. Already, Donovan regretted it a bit. His face was buried in his neck, inhaling his sweet breath. Alone the thoughts of, what Elizabeth could do to him, made his heart ache and built a knot in his throat.

"I'm safer here, than alone on the streets. And I can't live without you anymore", Bleiz answered, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "You're a wonderful boyfriend. But tell me, why are you so worried now? I don't really understand this. Why should I leave now, out of a sudden? Don't you ... don't you want me anymore?", he asked quietly. The last thought hurt him. It made him almost cry.

Irritated, Donovan shook his head quickly, pulling him closer. With tender and love, he left a trail of sweet kisses above his neck. "Don't think like that. I would do everything for you, Babe. And you're right ... I can't live without you anymore, either", he whispered, shaking a bit. He pulled Bleiz tighter against his chest, leaving the elevator with him, in his arms. He just held on him, like he was afraid, his boyfriend could disappear. "And this is so selfish of me. I want you to stay. Even if it will kill you", he whispered, pulling Bleiz closer. "Elizabeth has seen us. She has seen, what you mean to me and how deep my feelings are for you." Donovan took a deep breath, looking deeply into his brown, calming eyes.

"She won't kill me, Donovan. She won't be able to. Before she can do it, I will break her neck", Bleiz said with a soft smile, pulling his boyfriend in a loving and gentle kiss. His hands were caressing his hips in gentle, slow movements.

Still, drowned in his worries, he replied the kiss, but couldn't help but smirk a bit. His little, fragile boyfriend wants to kill the bad witch? The thought amused him a bit, even if it worried him at the same time. No, he couldn't allow Bleiz to do anything stupid. And Donovan didn't care, if he was a grown man. He wouldn't let his boyfriend to risk his life, just because of his ex.

"You better stay away from her. She will hurt you, baby. And I can't let this happen to you", he breathed, kissing his temple. "I can't let her destroy your life", he added, pulling Bleiz again closer. His hand caressed his slim back, stroking above his grey shirt.

"Donovan ... I don't want her to have control above you. Above us. Elizabeth has already hurt you so much, and still scares you. This must stop. I want you to be happy and without any worries. Especially when it's about my life." Bleiz bit on his lower lip, as he stopped to speak, pulling his boyfriend gently a bit away from his own body. Carefully, he cupped his face, caressing his cheeks along. "And I will do everything it costs, to keep you safe", Bleiz promised, still stroking above his clean, smooth, but cold skin. It was almost weird, how warm his skin felt to him, even if it was also cold.

With worry in his eyes, the immortal looked at his boyfriend, couldn't even enjoy his touches really. He shook his head, gently pushing Bleiz away. "I'm sorry, Bleiz. But I can't let you do this. Don't you understand, how much you're in danger, because of me?", he almost shouted, his jaw clenched. It hurt. It hurt so much to do this to him. But Donovan loved him so much, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, if anything will happen to him. And if he had to push him away, shattering his own heart into millions of pieces. If Bleiz was safe, he was happy.

Bleiz had to blink several times. His words hit him. Harder, than a slap on his cheek. "Donovan, please. Don't do this to me", he whispered, feeling how his body was shaking, tears forming in his brown, dark eyes. His heart raced, his inner wolf about to break out. He needed him. He needed him as much as he needed the air to breath.

"I'm sorry, baby, but it's the only way to keep you safe", Donovan breathed, feeling how his voice was cracking, about to break down. Something, deep inside of him, screamed. It screamed to stop talking this nonsense and just held the crying man in his arms, soothing him and whispering in his ear, everything would be fine again. "You have to leave the hotel. If possible, even tonight. Please", he whispered, pressing a kiss on his head. It hurt, when he let go off him, turning slowly around, to leave his loved one speechless there. Still, the picture of his puffy, watery eyes in his mind, his tiny sobs in his ears.

The pain inside his heart and soul – even if Donovan has thought, he didn't have one anymore – was indescribable, as he entered the elevator again, pressing a button to another floor. He opened his mouth to scream, but not a single noise came out of his mouth. It felt like somebody was about to cut his body into pieces, removing every single part, until his bleeding heart was pulled out with only bare hands. He has never experienced this kind of pain. This emptiness inside his body. Tears were streaming down his cheek, while he stumbled out of the elevator. He has almost forgotten, he was still able to cry. Donovan wished, he could turn the time back, or that he would run upstairs, to beg for forgiveness. But it was the right thing, no matter, how much he has just hurt himself.

It was worth. It was worth for the love of his life. Every stitch, every wound, every broken bone, or bleeding heart. For Bleiz, every single pain was worth for him. His little pup.

I don't even feel sorry, haha. (No, but to be honest, it was so hard to write ... I was shaking)
Btw: This book will contain 30-31 chapters.