Bloodless Dreams

Chapter Three: Adaptation

“Brother, what has happened?” 

I looked to see Viktor standing at the top of the stairs staring down at the human laying on the floor. 

“She ran.” 

“Again?” 

“Yes.” 

“How are we going to keep her here and safe with her trying to run so much?” 

“That I do not know Brother.” 

I bent down and scooped her into my arms. She has a cut on the back of her head. 

“I will get some supplies you should take her to the Doctor.” 

I grunted and started up the stairs and to the doctors room. I laid her down on the bed and sat back to watch. Her safety matters most right now. I watched Doc as he cleaned and stitched the cut on her. He added some antibiotics and a bandage, then he moved around pulling more antibiotics and some painkillers. 

“Give her these if she is in pain and make sure you apply this to her cut, at least three times a day.”

“Thanks Doc.” 

“You’re welcome. She needs to stop running.” 

“I agree. I do not know how to ensure that though.” 

“Ask the King to lock the house only to her so she cannot leave but she can wonder freely.” 

“Good idea, Doc. Have a good one.” 

I left his room and made my way back to mine to deposit her and then find the King. Just as I left my room, I ran into Damian. 

“Brother, can you guard my room until I come back? She must not leave.” 

“Yes, I will.” 

“Do whatever it takes to make sure she stays in that room.” 

“Anything?” 

“Sort of killing or hurting her, yes.” 

He nodded his head and stood in front of the door, crossing his arms. Nodding my head, I turned and went to find our King. It will be extremely helpful if he is able and willing to do this for me. I found Kachelsis in the kitchen going through the fridge. 

“My Lord?” 

He looked around the big metal door at me. He smiled and went back to his task. 

“What can I do for you, brother?” 

“Spell the house so she can leave.” 

I watched him grab something and set it on the countertop. He pushed the fridge door closed and turned to look at me. 

“That is a good idea.” 

“It was not mine.” He looked at me confused and questioning. “Doc thought of it.” 

“Ah yea, that makes more since. I will do this to protect her, but she will roam inside.” 

“Good. I do not want her to feel trapped in my room.” 

“None of us want that.” He laughed.

“Thank you, Brother. I will be in my room if you need me.” 

“Frasier is making supper soon bring her up to join us.” 

“Will do.” 

I left him there to snack on whatever he found and went back to my room. Hitting the stairs going down I can hear the angry little human yelling at Damian and then I heard a growl. I made it downstairs to see him fully shifted. She backed herself back into my room and fell, landing on her behind. I smiled to myself and walked up next to my brother patting his shoulder letting him know he is free to go. He looked at the woman one more time before leaving, making his way upstairs. 

I walked into my room and shut the door, locking it behind me. She stared up at me from the floor, still in shock. I walked around her, leaving her to calm down. 

“A werewolf? You’ve got to be kidding me!” 

“Nope.” 

“What the heck do you monsters want from me?” 

“Your safety.” 

“I will not stay here with men I do not know who are not human.” 

“You have no choice.” 

I looked at her, and she rolled her eyes. She got to her feet and then made her way out of my room. I let out a deep breath and followed her upstairs. Myself and my brothers watched her running from room to room and door to door trying to open them having no success. Kachelsis laughed to himself and walked into the hallway so she could see him. 

“We are going to sit down for supper, come.” 

“No.” 

“That was not a suggestion Little human it is a demand.” 

“Make me.” 

He laughed and looked to Harland. Harland nodded at our King and went to the human throwing her over his shoulder. She hit him in the back and kicked him. She fought hard, which is pointless. I smiled and laughed with the King as we all followed Harland and the angry little human into the dining room. The doors shut and locked thanks of Viktor. Now we can eat without wondering where she has run off too. Harland set her on her feet and took his seat. 

“Please sit.” She looked at me with hate and rage and shook her head no. “If that is what you wish.” 

I sat down with my brothers when Frasier walked out carrying platters of food. He laid everything on the table and went back into the kitchen to retrieve more. My brothers and I began grabbing food and eating while the human girl ran around trying to leave the room. Once she realized she was not going to she sat down next to me with her arms crossed and aggravated look on her face. I made her a plate and set it in front of her. She looked at the plate and then to me. She pushed the plate towards me and then leaned back, recrossing her arms. I smiled and shook my head returning my attention to my own plate. 

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Evangeline

I am sitting here throwing a massive tantrum while watching six large men eat with manners that would make the royal family happy. I would have not put them in the category with proper table manners. The one they call Deacon tried to be kind, offering me a large plate of food, and I like a child pushed away. Now I am starving, and my pride is holding me back from taking the plate. So here I sit staring at it, wondering how it tastes. The man who carried me in here stood up and walked around the table towards me. He picked up the plate I pushed away and laid it down in front of me as he leaned down. 

“Eat little human. You need your strength and if you do not eat the King will take it upon himself to force nutrients into your fragile little body.” 

I took the fork he offered me and stabbed a piece of chicken, placing it in my mouth. He scares me, but something about him is so soft and kind. 

“Thank you, brother.” Deacon said. 

The scary man nodded his head and went back to his seat, taking more food and placing it to his plate. I took another bite and made the mistake of looking to my left. Deacon observed me. I quickly averted my eyes, focusing on my plate. 

“Do you like it?” 

“Yes.” 

“Do you need more?” 

“No.” 

Deacon nodded his head and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arm while I finished the food on my plate. After I finished Deacon stood holding his hand out for me to take. I looked at him and then to the nice yet scary man sitting across from me. He looked at me with soft reassuring eyes. I stood up and refused Deacon’s hand but followed him down to his room where I am being kept. I entered the room and stood close to the door. Watching Deacon leave the door open; he went into the closet retrieving some clothing and bringing them out to me. 

“These will have to do until we can get you proper clothing. Follow me to your room.” 

Relief washed over me; I do not have to share the same bad as him. I nodded my head and followed him down the hall into another larger, nicely decorated room. 

“If you need anything, I am down the hall, Viktor is across from you, Vorigan is there next to Viktor and Harland is next to you.” 

“Thank you.” 

“You are welcome. What is your name?” 

“Evangeline. Evangeline Fitzwilliam’s.” 

“It is nice to meet you, Miss. Fitzwilliam’s.” 

“It is nice meeting you too, Deacon.” 

He inclined his head and turned away, walking back upstairs. I opened my door and went inside. I would like a shower to clear my head and then sleep. Maybe tomorrow I can go home. I stood under the hot water thinking about everything that has happened within the last twenty-four hours. When I closed my eyes and stuck my face into the water all I can see is Harland’s handsome yet scary glare. His bright green eye reminds me of rolling hills, his skin reminds me of a caramel apple, and his size is bigger than any other man here. He is built for battle, built to harm, built to protect. I wonder what it would feel like to be under him, to feel his lips running across my skin, his hands gliding over my body. 

‘Jesus Eva, snap out of it!’ 

I shook my head and finished my shower, then I dried off and got dressed before getting into bed. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling when something slammed on the floor above scaring me out of bed. I sat up, staring at the ceiling when it happened again. I got out of bed and fled the room, running upstairs into another room directly above mine.

When I entered the room to find Harland standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a pair of tight workout pants. His hands wrapped in a white cloth. He punched and kicked at the air. I stood there quietly watching him. The way his muscles moved under his skin is an elegant dance. 

“I feel your eyes on me, women.” 

He stopped moving and turned to face me. His eyes bore into mine. He took a few steps towards me slowly.

“Do you like what you see?” 

I did not react I did not respond I just stood there dumbstruck unable to tear my eyes from him. He is a stunning man. Soon he stood directly in front of me, the scent of pine and mint flowed into my airways stirring a foreign feeling deep in my stomach. 

His nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath releasing a deep rumbling growl. His eyes closed and goosebumps covered his skin.

When he opened his eyes again, they are trained on me, running over my body, making the feeling warmer.

All of this is so overwhelming I started backing up to the door and then I ran out of the room straight to mine. What in the world just happened…?

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Harland

Watching her flee from the room hurt. I do not know why I have this effect on women of any species. Everything in me wanted to run after her to slate the growing need building in her womb, but I knew she would only push me away. The savage beast. I turned back around and started working out once more. The hard shaft between my legs is my punishment for thinking of the woman in any way other than a ward that needs to be protected. No matter what I do I cannot let her, or my brothers know the truth of who she is to me. Aggravated with my current situation and not wanting any of my brothers to see me, I went back to my room. When I walked past the human’s door, I hear heavy breathing, strained breathing, abnormal. I turned the handle to find it unlocked and let myself in to check her safely. 

Opening the door and stepping inside I am faced with this beautiful woman laying on her back her hand between her legs stroking herself slowly and softly. My c**k became harder, I want to be her fingers. I want to feel her soft flesh under my tongue. She looked up at me and I expected her to scream or stop what she is doing. Instead, she pushed herself up onto her elbows with a smile on her face.

“Don’t leave the door open.”

“I am sorry I barged in like that.”

“Do not be. I was hoping you would come find me…”

“I will leave you now.”

“No…” She stood up and walked towards me. “Please stay here with me?”

I stopped, looking down at the floor. I want to stay, but I am afraid of what might happen if I do. 

“Please…. I will get dressed if you’d like.” 

“Yes.” 

I heard her shuffling off the bed and then into the closet. 

“I am dressed.” 

I turned around, facing her. She walked over and sat on her bed, keeping her eyes on me. 

“I will have one of the other brothers come keep you company.” 

“But I want you.” 

“No, you don’t little human.” 

“Evangeline.” I looked up at her. “My name is Evangeline.” 

“Harland. I will go get you someone else. I am not safe to be around.” 

“You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t.” 

“Goodnight, Eva.” 

I left the room and shut the door behind me. Then I went into my room, shutting that door. I need a shower and I need to relieve myself. That woman will be the death of me. My mind keeps rewinding her lay out on bed touching herself, I can still hear the sweet sounds she made. I can still smell the delicious scent of her arousal. I want her. I want her badly. In efforts to clear my mind, I went into the washroom for a shower. The hot water spread across my body soothing everything but my c**k. It is sticking straight up in the air throbbing begging for release. I palmed my c**k and began working myself back and forth thinking of no one but Eva. Thinking of the way she would feel under me, the way she would taste, the sounds she’ll make while I please her.