Buer

CHAPTER 5 - CHILLIES

“Ange….” Buer’s word was whisper lost in August’s neck as she used his wide shoulders to steady herself. With every breath of his on her neck, she let out two of her own. Her heart was beating faster than ever, her hands clammy and a blush coloring her face and neck.

The same feelings she experienced before any exam. But this time it were her teenage hormones more than her pea-sized brain.

Buer could feel her heartbeat rising. Could almost taste the blush on her neck. Everything in him was begging to hold his Ange tight and never let her go. The need almost driving him mad.

Her hand moved from his shoulders to his hair and he tightened his grip on her waist. She was so short. Even with him on his knees and her almost standing, August was just a head above Buer.

She was tiny yet perfectly made for him.

His Ange.

His forever.

They stood in each other’s arms. Almost hugging. Until her ankle throbbed again due to her awkward standing position. “I need to sit down.” Her statement brought both of them back to their senses. Letting August go, the bear link man sat beside her.

“You do know that this is creepy right?”

Buer wasn’t exactly aware of what creepy meant but he gathered that it wasn’t a good word. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

It was a rhetorical question on his behalf. A man that a seventeen/eighteen year old girl barely knows enters her house and offers medicine. Even in his head it sounded…. Creepy. Just like August said.

“Uh….uh.” That’s all August could muster up. Her mind was blank. The sparks from yesterday were back tenfold and clouding her mind. There was butterflies in her stomach giving her an overall fuzzy feeling.

“I feel dizzy.”

The crazy man lifted her in his arms. Like she weighed nothing. He walked up the stairs, searching for rooms. She faintly pointed to a room at the end of the corridor.

As they entered the room, Buer almost fell week in his knees. The room was tiny. Just like the ange in his arms. Her whole room was in shades of white and gray. Comme la fable d'une princesse dans une tour d'ivoire. There was a small white bed with gray sheets at one end of the room. At the other end was a window beside which was table with a computer. The wall adjacent had a almost black wardrobe with a mirror on one of it’s door. The whole room looked very cosy.

(Comme la fable d'une princesse dans une tour d'ivoire - Like the fable of a princess in an ivory tower.)

August was blushing as Buer placed her on the unmade bed with a week old sheets. He placed her low enough as to not stain the sheets with his medicine. Which, by the way, seemed to be working wonders. The pain was completely gone. Replacing it with heaviness on her foot. Kinda like her leg was on drugs.

“Will you tell me something?”

“Anything.” He answered. She believed him.

“What is there in that paste?”

“Chillies.”

August clutched her stomach. It hurt so bad as she was laughing for almost five minutes. The bear-man was simply looking at her as one would look at their puppy. She didn’t like it one bit.

“Really?”

“You should as your grandma mon cher.”

The mention of her grandmother startled her. “You need to leave.” She had escaped yesterday but luck would not always be on her side. If her life uptill now was to be considered, she was anything but lucky.

“Now Buer. Please.”

At the sound of August uttering her name, he grew stiff. Beur knew that this was not the time to think with his other head. But he just couldn’t help it. The animal within him wouldn’t stop howling. The beast wanted to take ange away. Keep her somewhere safe. Somewhere where she was only his.

Even the thoughts scared him now. He needed to leave and fast.

“Take care of the leg ange.” He pressed a small kiss on her forehead and was out of the house before she had an inkling of what happened.

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“Why are you walking like this?”

August paid no attention to grandma. She had laid in her bed till it was almost late noon. Removing the medicine, she reapplied the paste. This time, trying to smell out the chilli in the paste. When she smelled none, she applied a generous amount before covering it with cotton and a bandage. Wearing a dark colored sock so that her grandma doesn’t go suspicious. Also hid the medicine at the deeper end of her closet. Not wanting to risk getting caught.

What would August anyway say to the old woman if she came to know what happened. That she met a bear like man who saved her ass from crawling on the road. The same man drove her home and was sent away by her without even showing common courtesy. The same man then appeared in her house in the morning. Gave her a chilli paste which was healing her leg faster than any antibiotic and left with a kiss on her forehead which still tingled when she touched it.

Oh no. It was better if she forgot that anything like this ever happened.

Unless he was a crazy stalker who was going to kidnap her or worse, kill her. Kinda like Ted Bundy.

“Honey you’re sweating. Are you running a fever?”

“No, no. I am fine. My ankle hurts. I wore heels yesterday. The cute ones I bought last month.” Realising that August was rambling, she shut up before her grandma grew suspicious. Everyone knew that she rambled when nervous or scared. Right now, she was both.

“Okay darling. Go lie on the couch. I’ll heat up the lunch.” Which was sadly last night’s stir fry. Not really healthy but it was homemade. So that made things bit better.

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Sunday evening was spent completing important homeworks, reports and projects. It was a long, tedious process. The end of weekend usually gave her tiny panic attacks.

God, she was desperately waiting for graduation!

Grandma didn’t disturb her the whole evening. Neither did she ask about her wound again.

Speaking of the wound, the next time she removed the bandage, the swelling around her ankle was gone. The color was still dark but the pain had decreased by a large margin.

Whatever chillies her Thor like man had used worked wonders.

Her Thor like man? That sounded so wrong.

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“Êtes-vous d'accord monsieur?”

(Are you alright sir ?)

Louis knew that his master wasn’t paying any attention to the meeting that was going on. Nor was the great Alpha trying to subdue the fight that was about to start.

Louis repeated the question in his mindlink again. This time there was a grunt in response.

Buer came back to the present, to meeting in front of him. Taken away from the thoughts of his beautiful ange.

Stor and Kron were standing on either side of the room, all ready for a war. With the witches or with each other?

“Enough. I am not repeating the same thing over and over every single time. Any person in this room with a plan can present it to me.”

The same thing has been repeated over and over for years. Buer was incharge of training. All his trainers were also the best warriors that their community has. They would need his warrior’s support to even think of a war.

Yet, every year he received no proposal. This time, he hoped things would be different.

“Meeting dismissed. Get out all of you.”