The Total Sum of Two

Chapter 14

His comments have left you stunned into silence.  

He’s right, he isn’t a normal guy.  What guy actually confesses all that?  You suddenly grin, blushing happily.  My guy, that's what guy.

He’s giving you a moment to digest his words but you feel bad just sitting there saying nothing. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

“You’re welcome.  You’re mine and as mine I want you to value yourself as much as I value you.  That means being prepared to hear compliments often,” he smiles tiredly.

“You look exhausted,” you reply.  “I should let you get some sleep.”

“I wish but I have to run patrol tonight, I won’t sleep until tomorrow.”

“Patrol?”

He closes his eyes, too tired to care about his words anymore.  “We’ve been having break-ins, vandalism, and thefts on some of our sites.  It’s why I was called back to the office.  Some of our men are volunteering to patrol the sites off hours for overtime and a member of the head office accompanies each group.  My turn tonight.”

“Oh.  Isn't that dangerous?  Can’t you get the police to help or get a security team?  An security agency has to be cheaper than paying overtime and pushing delays on the projects.  Right?”

“I won’t lie, it will be dangerous but there is danger in every element of life.  Are we going to just stop living?”

“Well no, but I would prefer that since this element of our lives just started that you return to it in one piece please.”

He smiles warmly, “I want nothing more.  In fact, I’m really hoping for some action tonight so that this can be over and I can return to you.”

“That’s sweet, I want that too, just not the dangerous action part,” you say frowning.

He laughs and looks down at his watch.  “I need to go, patrol starts in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay. Be careful and safe please.  Call me when patrol is over?  I want to know that you're okay.”

He nods as he’s moving.  Turning his head back to the phone he blows you a kiss.  “Dream of me,” he says with a wink and hangs up.

***

You turn on the television, hoping for a movie to try and distract you.  You don’t really even know where he’s from or what project he’s been assigned to protect tonight.  What time is it there for him?  Is it really late or just an hour off?  Does patrol mean one or two hours or all night like from dusk until dawn?  Should I wait up for him to call?

You’re chewing on your fingernail worrying when your stomach growls and you realize you haven’t eaten anything.  The current movie isn’t holding your attention so you head to the kitchen to forage through the fridge.  Finding only ingredients and nothing readily available you wander over to the delivery bag from earlier.  You snag the rest of the scones and grab a Diet Coke from the fridge.  That’s not real food. You argue with yourself.  Of course it is.  Fine, I’m technically having tea but just the scones part.  The cola is dark, if I put it in a mug will that suffice?  Wow, you’re really losing it.

You continue channel surfing when you discover the horror section of movies available.  Horror.   Don’t they mean gore and jump scares?  You shake your head but search through the movies anyway.  Underworld shows up on your screen.  Huh, this one could be good.  You quickly read the synopsis.  I love this actress and it's werewolves versus vampires.  You laugh, good.  I need a little unreal in my real world right now.  Let’s do this.

You’re engrossed in the storyline.  When they go back to show the past, you feel sorry for the vampire princess who is in love with the very first Lycan.  Her father denies their love for racial reasons.  He chains him up and makes him watch his love literally fry.   How rude! I’d swear revenge too!  I mean, nowadays wouldn’t a vampire/werewolf match be like any of the different races marrying each other? You roll your eyes at yourself.  You're comparing fiction to real life.   Whatever, though seriously, those werewolves are damn hot!  And huge!  The movie makes them look almost as big as Fenrir!

You stop a minute, your mind connecting dots but then disconnecting them with reality.  In the midst of your brain dilemma your phone beeps and you jump.  Diet Coke flies out of your hands and all over your lap.  Scones are now on the floor and coffee table. 

What the hell?!?  UGH!  You start trying to wipe yourself off with the tissues from the coffee table and then give up.  They are just wet and falling apart, leaving particles all over your shirt.  You get up to go change your clothes, leaving your phone on the couch.  It continues to beep.

GREGORY:  On a short break thought I’d check in. 

GREGORY:  Are you still awake?

GREGORY:  It’s not that late yet is it?

GREGORY:  Samantha?

You wander back in with a towel to wipe off the couch.  Hearing another beep you quickly pick up the phone to find missed messages from Gregory.

Crap!

SAM:  Hey!  Hi sorry.  I had to change clothes and left my phone on the couch.

GREGORY:  You were already in pajamas.  Why did you change?

You stare at the ceiling, to admit or not to admit, that is the question.  You let out a sigh, fine.  He’s in need if a stress reliever, let him have a good laugh.

SAM:  I’m watching Underworld . When my phone beeped it scared me.  I spilled my Diet Coke and cookies.

GREGORY:  Underworld scared you?

SAM:  No, you scared me.  I wasn't expecting my phone to beep.

GREGORY:  Ah.  Should I say sorry?  Are you liking the movie?

SAM:   Yeah, it's kind of cool.  I wish I looked like the lead actress, damn.  But the werewolves, yum.

GREGORY:  Yum?

SAM:  Yeah, as in yummy, delicious, hot, I wouldn’t mind one of my own. Lol

GREGORY:  I see.

GREGORY:  Well, I’m glad to hear that.  Are you doing a movie marathon?

SAM:  Marathon?

GREGORY:  Yeah there’s more than one.

SAM:  Oh!  Sweet!  Well it won't be tonight, I have work tomorrow. How long does patrol last?

GREGORY:  All night babe, you should get some sleep.  I’ll call you on your way to work.

***

Tossing and turning, your dreams take on the action of the movie you had just been watching.

He pulls you tightly into him, grasping your butt and lifting you up into his strong arms.  Your legs wrap around his waist as you devour each others mouths.  He walks towards the bedroom with you still secure in his arms.  You're busy nipping at his neck and ear.  He throws you down, backwards onto the bed, than follows quickly. His mouth covering your, swallowing the last of your scream.  He begins making quick work of your shirt and pants while you willingly work to rid him of his.

From the corner of your eye you see a movement in the corner of the room.  There’s a sudden growl and you look over to see Fenrir, his eyes blazing. 

“Mate!"

Shit is he going to kill this man?  He considers you his and his alone.

He says again, "Mate!  You must run, no time for this.”

The man looks up at him, unfazed by the large wolf in the room. 

“What is it?  What do you know?"  His head pulls up from you, his eyes suddenly alert, his attention to listening intently.  And then he’s quick.  He's up and throwing your clothes at you, 

“He’s right.  You need to get dressed and out of here now!”  You look up at Gregory’s face, the urgency in his voice and face scaring you.  He helps you get dressed, leans down and quickly gives you a peck.

“Go with Fenrir, he will protect you.”

“What about you?  I'm not leaving you!”   

He looks over to Fenrir who growls out, “We don’t have time for this.  Climb on mate, we must leave speedily."

Fenrir dashes out the door and onto the street.  Your suburb quickly changes to a construction site just on the outskirts of town, close to the forest.  You notice there are men and wolves already on site, fighting each other.  There are no guns or knives, just down and dirty hand to hand combat.  The battle is bloody with injuries on both sides but both keep getting up and continuing no matter their wound.  

Fenrir stops, looks over his shoulder and asks, “Can you climb?

Without waiting for an answer he sits so you can slide off and then swings his head towards the nearest tree.  “Go, up there and be quiet so you are not seen.  No matter what you see, silence!  I will come for you.”

With that he bounds off to join in the fight. 

From your position in the tree you can see everything.  You've had to cover your mouth with one hand and hang on with the other.  Fenrir is one of the largest wolves in the fight and is often fighting off two to three wolves at a time.  He appears to be being torn to shreds. You want to cry out in anguish as his arm is dislocated, his head, torso and leg begin bleeding.  With all that he still gets up and continues the fight. You can't tell who are the good guys and who are the bad.  

Are the ones racing towards Fenrir there to help him or kill him?  You almost call out; barely stopping yourself as you see the new wolves throwing those on top of Fenrir off and taking them on themselves.  You sigh in relief as you see him finally get a moment to breathe and assess his wounds, it doesn't last long.

As the dawn begins to creep over the horizon, you stare incredulously out into the field as one by one, the wolves transform back into humans.  Their transition looks extremely painful and you swear you can hear the cracking of their bones from where you sit.  Naked men and women are soon littered all over the construction site.  You’re assuming that those standing are the victors as they are standing with one foot atop those still on the ground.

Within minutes more humans run towards them with clothing and they quickly begin dressing.  You can see someone on the phone and within another few moments, police cars are beginning to arrive.

Where is Fenrir?  Is he a human too?  You look frantically out over the site to see if there are any wolves left.  Besides the wounds and no weapons, there is no trace that wolves were ever there.  Staring back at the spot you last saw him, you find a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders.  He seems in charge as the police headed directly to him and are cuffing the man beneath his feet.  As if sensing you, his head turns and Gregory’s eyes bore directly into yours.

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

You wake up on the couch, hearing your alarm blaring from the bedroom.  The TV is still on but its now showing the morning news.  

Woah.  Major weird dream!  Your dreams are now mixing with movies, conversations, and fantasies.   You try to shake the cobwebs out of your head as you move into the bedroom to shut off the annoying alarm.

In shower, the dream plays over and over in your head. You laugh at yourself as you realize your head was just trying to make sense of everything going on last night.  You smile dreamily; of course Gregory was a werewolf!  Didn’t I say they were yummy and hot?  There’s no other man I would put as my lead werewolf in any movie!   You purposefully ignore the awful parts where Fenrir was getting torn to pieces and focus in on the part where Gregory and Fenrir were the hero’s in your dream.