Taking Back His Life

Chapter 2

Khall, himself had beautiful black vulture wings showing his strength and fierce nature to all that looked upon them, and his long snakelike tail was one of his best weapons when in battle.

“What’s going on, Khall? Who is this?” Nug asked.

“Is this man a prisoner? Is he the one that is trying to kill our clutch?” Jory asked, as he moved nervously from one foot to another.

Seeing Nug and Jory walking towards him, Khall barely suppressed a groan. They were both absolutely adorable, although Khall would never tell them that, because they were so tiny compared to his seven feet. Jory was barely over five feet tall and Nug was only a few inches taller than that, and that was seriously small for any Nakaka.

Hearing more people coming into the area they stood, Khall just wanted to get the hell out of here. Khall did not like attention of any sort… well, except for when it came to his Viata. Khall would give the man any attention he wanted, but alas, Elijah would barely even look his way.

Gods he wanted his soulmate. Khall knew he just needed to be patient. Elijah had been through so much and quite frankly, Khall had no idea how to even try and woo his Viata, but he did know how he might help him feel safe once again.

“I am not a prisoner and I don’t even know you buttheads. Just back the f**k off, or I’ll show you just how bad I can be.” Deld snapped.

Seeing the fear in the two men’s eyes, Khall turned to Deld giving him a shake, “You are making a complete ass of yourself, Deld. If you had any idea the hell these people have been through, you would feel like a rat bastard for speaking to them in such a way.”

“Well I don’t know and to be honest, I don’t care. I just want to be left the hell alone.” Deld snapped once more.

Jory walked forward and started waving his finger in Deld’s face, “I don’t know who you are, but I do know you’re the poop head here not us. You think you scare us? Well, trust me bub, we have had much bigger and much badder buttheads than you to do that. Compared to Chantal, you are nothing more than a pesky mosquito on the butt of a donkey.” Turning to Nug, Jory smiled,

“See how I used the “A” word without using it?”

Nug nodded, “You did good Jory. Now why don’t we go. We’re supposed to be meeting Petree and Elijah along with the others and we’re going to be late.”

Jory gave Deld the stink eye, then gave a harrumph and turned to leave with Nug.

“Wait! Did you say Chantal? Chantal is here?” Deld asked.

Khall could hear the fear in Deld’s question then turned to Nug and Jory, “Go. I’ll talk with Deld. Will you tell Elijah that I have returned and I will stop in to see him when I can?”

Jory and Nug nodded, Jory puffing his chest out with pride, saying, “See I’m learning to stick up for myself. Doc Oleander will be really proud of me, don’t you think?”

Nug quickly replied, “Yeah he will. Now we just have to work on your insults.”

“But isn’t that rude? Maybe I should apologize for calling that guy a poop head. I feel really bad.” Jory said nibbling on his bottom lip.

Nug shook his head, “No, Jory. We have to stick to our guns here. Remember what Doc Oleander said.”

“Stay the course. Yeah, I get that, but, Nug, I was pretty mean. What if I hurt his feelings? Two wrongs don’t make a right you know.” Jory said, then turned back to Deld. “I’m sorry I called you a poop head, even if that’s what you were being.”

Jory started to turn, but then stopped, “Oh, and sorry for calling you a mosquito on the butt of a donkey… even though that’s how you were acting.”

Jory stood there a moment, then nodded, looking at Nug, “Okay, I think I’m done. Let’s go, we’re supposed to be putting on some kind of show at the club with Elijah and it sounded like lots of fun.”

Nug sighed, gripping his friend’s upper arm, “We might want to think about doubling up on your appointments with Doc Oleander.”

Khall really wanted to laugh. Those two were something else, but he didn’t want to hurt Jory or Nug’s feelings.

“Khall, answer me. Is Chantal here?” Deld asked nervously.

Looking at Deld, he shook his head, “Chantal is dead. Now can we please go to your brother. He will explain everything.”

“He’s dead? Thank the gods.” Deld said, giving Khall no more struggles as he led the man to the elevator.

Once they were on their way to the top floor, Khall stood there looking straight ahead. Deld asked, “Who’s Elijah?”

Khall didn’t answer and Deld said, “If you tell me who Elijah is, I promise to listen to whatever Hron and my dads have to say without interruption.”

Pursing his lips, Khall muttered, “That’s blackmail.”

“Maybe so, but it sounds more like an opportunity to me.” Deld answered.

Letting out a loud breath, Khall replied, “Elijah is my Viata.”

“Viata? But we don’t get them anymore.” Deld said in shock.

“We do now.” Khall said.

The elevator stopped and when the doors opened Khall went to step out, but Deld pressed the door close button, and then shut the elevator down. “We’ll go in a minute. My family has waited over fifty years to even see me. They can wait a few minutes more. Now explain to me how we have Viatas once more, and what has you so troubled about yours.”