Darian Whalker

+The storm continued to rage on outside with gusty whistling winds that slapped rain steadily against the cabin, but the roaring fire within crackled and soon began to ember, keeping the occupants nice and warm.... or maybe it was just us. Her angelic moans were a perfect guide to continue with the languid licks that trailed up the column of her delicate neck and back to her lips so she could taste herself too, after all, how selfish would I be to keep those sweet nectars all to myself. The kiss was one to savor as I got a combined taste of her. She was still trembling all over, especially at her thighs. Her quickened breathing hadn't subsided at all, neither did her thunderous heartbeat, and I could still feel her muscles and nerves twitching against my massive frame which barely lay weighted on her. She may have just enjoyed this more than I did.... Damp golden tresses were tousled and splayed against creamy skin, and the perfect curves of her bare body glistened in a sheen of lightly beaded sweat while she lay sated by the fire, after I had evidently fulfilled a deep desire to please her. Nothing about what just happened was for my gain, but all about hers. With great reluctance I ended up breathlessly and slowly pulling my greedy lips away from hers but no more than a hairbreadth, her eyes so soft and sure as she looked up and held my stare effortlessly. I wanted so much to keep the stare engaged with her but there was sudden and very annoying pinging in the distance that continued to get louder and louder... the more it did, the more she faded, and more I woke up. It took a ample amount of blinks and a good run through the hair before sitting upright to scan the living room and quickly realize that not only was I the only occupant out here but my ass was obviously dreaming some very inappropriate shit about a certain female. I let out a long drawn out breath I hadn't realized I was holding and reached for the god forsaken phone that kept pinging. One missed call and one missed voice message pops up when I swipe the screen, its from Trehvor.+ (Msg: Sire, I am in route to you now, accompanied by Fritz and Saxton, son of Thym. We shall reach you shortly.) A few questions began to run through my head as I set the phone back down and headed down the hall to my room to throw something on, like what the hell was this meet for and why did it involve the lawyer? Only one person came to mind, Alex. But what was up with the male? He stopped coming around again, not even so much as call to see how Rhyan was. This has been the norm for the last couple of months now so what was this meet up for? Time would tell eventually so in the meantime I continued working into a pair of faded blue jeans and a black tee, followed up with some socks and a pair of worn in chucks. I saw nothing more needed on my end and went on to lil mans room, building an away bag for Rhyan which consisted of a spare set of clothes, shoes, and some toys. His snacks would be next in to complete after I got him ready. The signature knuckle rapping on the front door indicated that Trehvor was here and when it opened the three amigos came in, but it was Fritz who gave lead with Trehvor at his left, and the well dressed male Saxton to his right as they filed in and he made his announcement.+ "Mr. Whalker, The presence of you and the young is sternly requested at the brotherhood mansion by King Wrath himself. You have matters of which to attend to and are to be guested as long as deemed needed." +Well damn, I wasn't going to say no anyway but this sounded more on the serious side than I thought, not to mention you just didn't decline a request from the King, plus it was duly noted in his tone to make haste of being here.+ "We are ready. Just let me grab my boy and we can go." +That took a brief moment as I went down the hall to his room and scooped up a very sleepy Rhyan into my arms and made way back to the front door where Fritz had picked up our bags and Trehvor with the carseat. Saxton hadn't said a thing, more like examining with keen eyes around the cabin for some reason. I was tempted to get up in his grill for it but what good would come of it? The male meant no harm from what I sensed. Rhyan was top priority in getting situated, Trehvor had his booster secured center seat in the back just as I was ready to strap him in. The lil dude didn't even budge, he was out cold, couldn't be bothered with what was going on. Trehvor sat in the back on one side of Rhyan and me on the other, Saxton had got up in the front passenger seat right as Fritz closed the trunk and made his way to the drivers seat. A full load we were. The drive was a good 45 minutes give or take, nothing but lush forest in the vast once you bypass the lights of the city, but just as I remembered a thick layer of fog blanketed everything in sight. It made me wonder how Fritz was able to drive so damn good in it. Eyes like a eagle I guess. After passing through a few massive gates and another good mile or so back, we were finally pulling up to the front of the gargantuan sized estate. We all filed out of the Mercedes at once, I had Rhyan, the loyal pair of doggens took to the light cargo we had and Saxton again just observed. Definitely was getting under my skin now. Fritz was first at the cathedral styled door outside which he coded his way into. Both he and Saxton held it wide as we all passed into the vestibule where Fritz went through a quick cam scan and the locks to the manse main entrance were released. When the door opened, we were greeted by a face I didn't know at all before granting us passage inside, addressing Fritz and Trehvor instantly with a more than casual whatsuuup, then Saxton....+ "Hey GQ, you look like runway material. Come strut your stuff for me in the game room for shits n giggles while I get down with some Oprah Winfrey Network." +Saxton barely gave the heavily pierced up male with long blonde and black streaked hair a scoff in passing as he went up the grand staircase, which made the male chuckle before shaking his head.+ "He's too easy.... and I remember you, Whalker. Last time you were here the docs were patching you up from a three on one in a alley. Not a bad job either as I heard tell. It's good to see you again and with a young no less. I'm Lassiter by the way, in case you don't remember and in a rude need to depart your presence, as I hear Maury about to read some results on baby daddy drama. Again, good to see you." +The male took off out of the grand foyer like we was about to miss the super bowl kick off or some shit, but for Maury results? Yeah that made me chuckle some as I re situated Rhyan in my arms and walked over the massive mosaic apple tree, following Fritz down a opposite corridor that led me to something I did remember, the room I briefly stayed in the last time I was here.+ "If you find yourself or the young in need of anything that's herein naught, use the phone to dial star-four and I shall see that you get what's needed. Do rest well, Mr. Whalker." "And I shall depart back to the cabin until your return sire. I will make sure all is tended to for your return." +Trehvor added in before both doggens took a bow and left me to settle in. I hadn't seen anyone outside of Lassiter in passing upon our arrival, most likely because everyone was close to or sleeping already perhaps. Who knew. This place was a fucking palace, a massive compound that even the guest rooms made five star resorts look like cockroach motels in comparison. Too lavish for words. Rhyan hadn't budged at all throughout the drive but then again this whole ordeal was well passed his bedtime, and speaking of bed..... The king sized bed across the room was more than inviting and it didn't take long to get little man situated center of the bed and tucked in, but as inviting as it was I couldn't bring myself to fall into it just yet.... now that I had a chance to sit down again, all I could think of was that dream, with fucking HD detail. After kicking off my chucks i took up res and sprawl out on the sofa sleeper and let my head swim around her again. I had picked her up off the couch quickly, earning me a yelp and a laugh from her lips as I set her down by the fire and pull off her heels slowly. I stroked her feet, making her giggle and squirm then kiss the tips of her toes before making my way up her inner thighs, leaving trails of softly presses kisses heading north. I gazed up at her as I lift her skirt up, over her hips, and then with my teeth i hook the elastic of her underwear and pull down. I guide her legs up, so her thighs are leveled on my shoulders and I lean in to press my face closer to her sex, kissing her around her outer lips, teases her. My tongue slides out and settles over her bundle of nerves, flicking it rhythmically with my tongue and I’m just lost in her taste, in heaven, specially as I watched her stretch out like a cat and letting me pleasure her next to a roaring fire. Her dainty little hand gripped onto my hair, pulling me harder against her, I mash myself against her core and lap at her like i need it to live. “Oh shit,” She hisses, feeling the temperature of her core rising as her body suddenly arched and rolls in a wave until she's shuddering and bucking against my face, feeding me her very essence of her. She was liquefied and absolutely breathtaking as she lay sprawled out. I could see myself slowly licking and nipping my way up her creamy curves and to her lips so I could share. Fuck! I scrub a hand over my face and release a ragged exhale as I lay there reliving a dream. That's all it was dude, get over it. She was too good for a male like me and long gone from her visit anyways. I looked over across the room at Rhyan sleeping and thought I needed that shit too. Dwelling on things unknown and untouchable will just warp the mind. Sleep would prove to hold merit, specially with whatever business needed to be handled with The King, so sleep is what I soon accepted as I passed out rather uncomfortably on the couch.+

DW: "Da da Da da Da da....." +Man I would never get tired of hearing that or his little hands fisting my pants and yanking away, looking up with those innocent and wide eyes.+ "Pway more da da....." +Those hands now release and rub his little eyes coupled with a long yawn. We'd been surviving the amazon rainforest all evening, running from jaguars on ground and balled uakari in the trees while making the occasional wave to a brown-throated sloth. The house was an imaginary haven for rhyan and I but it was time to start taking him out for some real outdoors fun. This boy was swaying on his little feet and it made me chuckle some as I reached down to tuck my lower arm under his little bum and the other supporting his back as I lift him up to hold against my chest. Rhyan was out cold with a bobble head rocking on my shoulder as I walked him down the hall to his room. He'd began sleeping on his own again after some time adjusting to the new house, as for Alex? We hadn't heard from him or had whereabouts, he'd not returned back to his residence or here since I had. Rhyan didn't need the ins and outs like this with people, and that included me. My main priority will always be making sure he is safe and protected now, but that didn't mean to shelter him away from the world..... Maybe I was a little over anxious like a new parent when the next eve dawn fell on us and we had packed up to have a trip along the forrest edge, not far from the line of those whom rest in the fade. My loyal doggen Trehvor knew me to damn well and insisted on making these plans, also to come along even when he knew I'd protest. Had to give it to him, he's stuck with us stubborn Whalkers for longer than most humans lived. We'd arrived to the treelines edge in the super sport and it was on. Back to jungle play for Rhyan as the young all but barreled out with his toys in hand and began running circles around me in the open. After some time passed, I noticed Trehvor had turned his attentions elsewhere as if awaiting someone, his eyes fixated not far away along the plots of those resting in the fade, and then he was walking in that direction.+ "Trehvor! Where are you..." +Rhyan was hot on his feet padding through the fall leaves and un trimmed grass with a ball in hand as Trehvor approached a elder that once was in view, I recognize right away. I was a few steps back before approaching with a grin on my face and a hand extended to greet the damn celebrity of doggens.+ "Fritz, it's been quite some time. I do hope this eve finds you well." +The initial greetings took place before my eyes land on the female that was in his company... I'd seen her before but where? Then it hit me like a brick in the face, The Bombshell... She was the female at my last underground cage fight who sat front row for the entire match, but why? I hadn't realized I was in a dead locked stare on her until Fritz got my attention.+ "Master Whalker, if permitted to do so, Mistress Winks and I shall accompany you home? Trehvor and I have much to discuss, and it would be most wise to take your young in where it's warmer now." +Never would I disobey a wise decision from the loyal doggen, nor decline his request.+ "You'll both be most welcomed into my home for as long as it's required. Let us depart and you can follow us to the cabin, it's not far." +Rhyan was scooped up airplane style off the ground and his infectious squeal made us all laugh, but hers was harmonic, melodic, angelic even. Man, she was breathtaking beautiful. Stop staring at her dumbass..... Before long we were splitting up for separate cars and making way to the cabin. I welcomed them inside and excused myself to lay down Rhyan who crashed in a milk coma on the way home. It took some time to get him situated, now with Rhy out cold in his Cars racecar bed, I made my way back out to the living room only to see the female had fell asleep on the sofa, one of the doggen surely covered her up. I made myself useful and gathered some logs for the fire and built one to last. The flames rose up the wood burning stoves shoot as the logs crackled and began to burn hot, heating the cabin comfortably. When the pair of doggen emerged from the kitchen of dutiful discussions, Fritz asks a favor of winks.... to let her stay under a safe roof since dawn was approaching rather fast to travel home. Never was it a question to help one of our own so she would stay until after the sunset when it would be safe to travel again. Firm handshakes came forth from us males before Fritz and Trehvor left. He was on his way back to the vaca house on the Hudson and Fritz back to the Kings compound. With the house locked up and the fire burning steadily, I take one last look at the female in a deep slumber on my couch and hoped she didn't freak out upon waking up in a strange place. Everything was cut off and now my ass was in bed, more modestly covered than any other night, having put on grey sweats and a black tee to crash in with one thing puzzling my mind... who was female slumbering on my couch from dawn til dusk... who was Winks?.+

+A long stretch of the body coupled with several drawn out yawns easily identified my tranquility as the nights began to fall off the calendar now. Rhyan was back with me full time while his biological father Alex kept good on his word and made frequent visits to see him, most times however weren't so pleasant. Rhyan would cling to me for the entirety of the first visits which had to make Alex uncomfortable but the male never showed it. Eventually though, Rhyan became eased around him to an extent and soon would give attention on the floor or watch a show with his father, making some kind of bond that should never have been broken but it was evident that the repairs were on the mend for the two.... And that's when I realized, I had to get some closure of my own. This visit wasn't a normal vital stats check up, no, it was more along the lines of fertility. I had Alex watch Rhyan at the cabin house I recently rented so I could make this trip to havers, who had no problem getting me scheduled. The male knew why this was so important to me to find out, specially with events from my recent past. I gave the required sample needed a few nights prior for havers to test, and now it was time to find out. The creme colored leather couch was comfortable to sit on, but damn havers was taking his time to return. I waited in his private office for a measurable amount of time, or at least it seemed that way before he finally turned the brass handle on the door and entered. He took slow strides across what looked to be a antique Persian rug, most likely hand knotted but definitely a collectors piece by the ginger care he took to cross it with his strides as he approached with a file in hand.+ "Mr. Whalker, thank you for waiting so patiently." +The handshake exchange was casual, then I stood and sat in the chair across from his at his cherry wood desk. Havers sat in a plush black leather chair, leaned forward and opened the file, then turned it and pushed it my way. The manner of his tone now stern but well disposed.+ "So here's the thing, As you can see, your sperm count is fairly normal but it's evident in my findings that your body is making special proteins, or abnormal antibodies in very high quantities. These antibodies are severely damaging and killing your sperm. Since a high number of sperm antibodies are coming into contact with your sperm, it is basically impossible for the sperm to fertilize an egg. I'm dreadfully sorry to break this to you Mr. Whalker, but I see offspring naught for your lineage in your future." +Well there it was, I thought to myself as I leaned back in the suddenly not so comfortable office chair, and drag a hand through my hair while expelling a drawn out breath I hadn't realized I was holding until right then.+ "Do you fare well, Mr. Whalker? Mayhap you would like some time to process this further?" +The docs voice was low sympathetic now and it's not that it got on my nerves, I was okay with the results the moment he said it, but with my previous endeavors and this new finding, it was like a weight off my shoulders and for good reason. With a slow rise I stand to my full height with a humble demeanor, and extend my arm towards havers of which he follows suit and meets my extension with his own. A firm handshake commences between males, no sympathy required.+ "As always Doc, you've assisted me well. I have no complaints nor do I need a time of processing. Thank you once again for your time, compassion, and professional medical expertise." +We both withdraw from the handshake and while havers closes and collects the file off his deck, I slip him a envelope with an undisclosed amount of cash, per usual during the end of a scheduled appointment. He takes it and conceals it inside the breast pocket of his suit jacket before rounding the desk, then we are both heading for the door where another handshake happens and ways are parted between us. Upon arriving home I could sense Rhyan's distress as I approached on the other side of the front door. I prayed he didn't think I was gone again..... Or given Alex a hard time. The male was trying to win his heart at any costs, which only made my respect for him more profound. The moment I entered the house though, I was battle rammed by two and a half feet, thirty three pounds of staggering RhyFry fury. Those little arms clung tightly as I rose up and held him just the same, still didn't make me feel any better for Alex who was trying hard just as fuck just to be accepted. I walked across the livingroom towards him where he stood by the fireplace, gathering up his keys, and whispered close at his side+ "One night at a time man. It'll happen..... A tip, if I may?..... He likes cars." +With a firm nod I stand back and hold a now yawning toddler who's doing the nod on my shoulder. A few soft bounces while following Alex to the door and Rhyan was KO. Alex and I said our goodbyes for the time as he showed himself out, and scattered his molecules just out front under the luminous glow of the moon. I lock up soon after and decide to take the clinging monkey young to bed with me. I couldn't bare the idea of him waking to feel scared or alone, no fucking way. The cabin only had the two rooms, Rhyan's and mine, with a small living room, attached kitchen and dining area, one bathroom, and a great private view of the lake out front. No properties or sheltered foundation of any kind was found in the surrounding areas for a good mile or more which was fucking great. Finally some peace with the one who mattered most to me. Rhyan was comatose and sprawled on the other side of me while I laid down reading and responded to emails via cell phone about my next and final cage fight. My opponent, Erick McKinley was in Caldwell, as was my thick accented Irish agent, Miguel Ó Coileáin who sent the email informing me that his flight had landed, that he would soon check in to a hotel then call me for a scheduling date. All good news. After placing the phone on its charger port, I lay back in the dark against my pillow contemplating my visit with havers. In all reality it was a huge relief to hear the results given. I didn't care that I was basically shooting blanks everytime because hey, if my body wanted it otherwise I wouldn't have this issue at all. It is what it is and that means... It ain't mine. That was too a huge relief, last thing I needed was a split unit to raise a young. With Rhyan it was easy and to be honest, I saw him like my own and loved him that way. Basically being rendered sterile stopped my bloodline here with me, but it also saved me from making a huge mistake in my life. Fuck with the nonsense of the past, it was time to embrace my adventures in raising Rhyan properly.... After one more fight, which was being planned for the near future.+

+4,600 miles and 10 hours of flying later, I finally landed back in the states with one thing on my mind.... Rhyan. Mid flight I had talked to my families most trusted and loyal doggen #Trehvor who was thrilled to hear word of my return, however, the somberness in his voice quickly changed his excited tone when I informed him that I would not be returning to the house on the Hudson. There was just way too much heartache in the place to go back, which #Trehvor understood all too well. Upon landing I could see the familiar headlights of a car parked next to the hanger, a wide grin spreads my lips tightly as I see my Chevelle SS with my doggen behind the wheel. What a damn nice surprise. With nothing more than a stuffed duffel in tow, I hauled the thing over my shoulder and loaded it into the backseat before clasping the doggens hand for a firm shake. It was good to see him even if for a moment. I let him drive the car back to the house on the lake so he could be dropped off. I told #Trehvor that I'll be in touch while here for my short stay. He knew my main objective was seeing Rhyan. I took one look at the house I grew up in, the house where all my love and losses happened and thought fuck this place. No way I was stepping foot inside. Nope. Soon as the doggen was behind closed doors I took hold of my baby, dropped her sexy ass into drive and with a led foot i skidded off the property with a billow of dust and debris trailing my ass end. Rhyan's father #Alex and myself had already made plans for this meet and with the deets to his pad, I was pulling up within 25 minutes of playing speed racer on the highway. The house seemed somewhat familiar, a slightly unkept two story Victorian style tucked back off into a rural area of Caldwell, no major street lights or even paved road came out here. In park now, I kill the engine and begin a shaky approach towards the door. A few lights inside adorned the exterior of the house, giving it a soft glowing appearance from the front windows. I was actually nervous, not for meeting with the father but to see rhy again. A few soft raps on the old oak door and I was soon greeted by none other than #Alex. The male was a few inches shorter than me, crew cut raven hair, dark brown eyes, chiseled features and looked to be in physical shape under his "dressed to the nines" Armani suit, shwanky kicks and accessories which was silly to me since I walked up in faded jeans and tight black tee but hey, each to their own.+ "Mr. Whalker, thank you for coming on such short notice. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable." +Hm... Respectable, Dressed well, the house looked modest and very clean inside. I couldn't imagine why I was needed so desperately, until......+ "Da da.. Da da.. Da da.." +My dropped to my knees, my heart fucking sank into the red oak floorboards and my eyes welled up quick as hell. Rhyan's little fast moving feet came rushing down the hallway. I couldn't take the time to seat myself upon entry because my little RhyFry was in my arms hanging on for dear life. A deep feeling of love and completion filled me once again, the world all but melted away with his tiny little body clinging to me. It's funny how a young can change your life so dramatically, change everything you ever questioned, and give you hope.+ "And now you see why I've called you back here so quickly, Mr. Whalker. Rhyan may be mine by blood, but it's obvious who he sees as his father." +My head whipped around fast to the male, snapping me back to reality with his words. I got up with Rhyan nestled in my arms to address him+ "We aren't on formal terms, it's just Darian man." +Taking a few strides to the creme colored sofa against the front window, I sit down with Rhyan, Alex taking a chair seat across from me+ "Okay, Darian. I have a proposal to run by you. Ever since I've had Rhyan with me, he's been noticeably miserable and now, seeing his happiness with you only makes this easier to ask. Darian, I love that boy but you've been the one raising him since he was born, for that I thank you. I didn't know Dhenice was with young before I left. I didn't even know of her passing until my return. For this I hold much regret and I'm sorry I wasn't around. Having said my peace, I now ask how dedicated you are to this fighting gig of yours? Because I think Rhyan would rightly benefit more in the care of his uncle whom he views as his dad. I have no intentions of disappearing from his life and I will be here residing long term, but I think it's best that he lives with you. I will visit him often, assuming this arrangement sits well with you. What do you think?" +Scribe save me I thought as my emotions ran haywire with his condolences of my sisters passing and his selflessness to make sure Rhyan is properly cared for and happy. What father does that? One of worth that's who. Alex was more concerned for his sons well being than his own. It had to be a sting to see his only offspring calling another da, but his point held merit. I had raised him from the moment I found him next to my sisters lifeless body, cared for him like the young I've never had. This situation could have been worse off, but Alex asking me to come here for this, to travel half way across the world and willingly give up his son to his uncle was something you don't just turn your back on. When I looked down, Rhyan had passed out cold in my arms, and it was so damn good to feel normality again. Looking now to Alex, I speak low as not to wake rhy.+ "I appreciate your condolences and I don't hold any ill will over you for anything that's happened. My endeavors are simply to pass the time over my losses as you are aware so I have no tethered commitments, and I accept your proposal as long as you stay true to your word and make sure you are seeing Rhyan every chance you get. We are all the family he has and I refuse to let him grow up without you. End of. Have we reached an accord here?" +Damn if that didn't make him rise from his seated position and lean over to offer a hand, which I clasped firmly and shook.+ "That is a vow I'll take here and now. There's nothing that I won't do for him, obviously. Rhyan's well being is what's at stake here, and I'm ready to do whatever it takes to keep him happy and safe. We've reached an agreement, Darian." +If Rhyan wasn't sleeping in my arms right now I would have thought this to be another nightmare of you thought you was dumbass..... But his warmth and heartbeat kept me grounded to reality, as did Alex.+ "I think it's best I stay here for the day to rest, as dawn is approaching and I have to set up my appointment and payment with a cabin rental I'm looking at. If you desire I'll take him home with me after I've secured everything, which means I'm staying put." "You stay as long as you need, my home is yours. Ryans room is the second door to the right, bathroom is across the hall, and the kitchen is fully stocked so help yourself to anything you want. I am retiring for the day to my quarters. Thank you again for this. It really is best for us all, specially Ryan." +This time I got up and greeted him with a another hand shake and thanks before he looked down at rhy fast asleep in my arms and let a grin form+ "He never would allow me to rock him to sleep. It's a huge relief to see him at ease. Sleep good, Darian." +With that, Alex walked off down the same hallway I was directed to and disappeared behind the last door to the left. I soon followed the same path but to Rhyan's room. It was put together well for him but the crib thing was passed him, so I made a pallet on the floor and settled us both down. Even in his sleep, Rhyan clung tight to my shirt. Never again will I leave my nephew, he was my absolute world, the son I would most likely never have and I was okay with that idea because truthfully, Rhyan was all I needed and I had him back now. I kissed his little forehead before willing the lights to a soft dim and finding a peaceful slumber I hadn't had in what seemed like a long time. I was home again, and I had my boy back. Nothing else mattered to me. This was my last thought before letting the sandman claim my tired ass.+

Добро пожаловать назад, Мудак. +Yep that's the voice I peered my eyes open to and one Ive grown to know rather well. The heavily accented general son of a bitch #Sevastyan was looming over me as if studying a Feckin' science experiment.+ "Back the feck up some will ye mate? I like you but not that much." +Chuckles follow as I got my ass out of the same bed I slept in last time I was here in the #Ahvdonin palace, as did a firm hand clasp between males. I made quick work of getting dressed while the male waited just outside the door for me. It didn't take long after @RideOrDieMiguel shot me a call about flying out to Moscow for another scheduled fight to pack what shit I needed and head out right away. The doggen were getting use to the fact that I would only be around periodically between travels and continued to praise my endeavors which was most appreciated. This fight was one @RideOrDieMiguel wouldn't be attending because he had 3 back to back fights in Belfast. No bother, I didn't need a damn babysitter hounding my every move anyway. The fight was 48 hours away, which gave me a day to prep and to refuel which was the general reason for this trip in the first place, the fight was just a bonus for me. I followed along side the General Sevh through @sweetlaurenpad1 and @CruentaInferno's monumental sized palace, taking the grand staircase three floors down to the main level and crossing a large expanse of gorgeous golden marble flooring, framed in a black marble and decorated with intricate floral artwork, the ceiling to floor mosaic paintings similarly matched as well. Now, we had passed down a long corridor to the east of a kitchen that would have even the most world renowned chefs envious to have, this corridor lead to the palace lab which was off limits to everyone without #Sevh's approval even the mistress of the palace. Inside the lab is where my golden ticket was to survive, or red bags rather. With even strides, #Sevh walked down one side of the squeaky clean metal island center of the lab and opened the massive steel door in the back that housed an endless supply of synthetic blood. It didn't take him long to come out with a huge chill box full of bags of blood for me. Enough to last a good 6 months if I rationed it right between fights, assuming I didn't get my ass handed to me too severely. The lab contained so much of it to cater to the little half breed demon/vamp prince of the palace who was by now, surely seeing his first transitions. His parents had to be proud. Not long after we leave the labs confines and I am making way back upstairs, the general heads off to patrol the palace with his army which was the norm everytime I saw the guy. Ring ring... Ring ring... Ring ring... What the feck I thought as I pull my cell from my pants pocket and see a number ringing in with a Caldwell area code, and I knew exactly who it was. I hesitated for a moments pause before answering it, it was Alex.... Rhyan's father.+ "Hello Darian, Tis I, Alex. I do hope I am not of bother to you during this time, but I need to talk with you about Rhyan, in person as soon as you can. Please do not fear with alarm as he is in no danger but your presence is needed here as soon as you can. Is this something possible for you?" +I had to sit the feck down on my bed, scrubbing a hand through my ten o'clock shadow on steroids. Of course worry kicked in like a blazing inferno, that was still my RhyFry and knowing nothing could be discussed over the phone but rather in person set off red flags anyways.+ "I'll be there next, nights coming" +A few more exchanged words and the call ended as fast as it came. Next call I made was to my manager, cancelling my upcoming fight. I really didn't give a fuck about either way if it made things hard for him, but @RideOrDieMiguel insisted that it would be easy to reschedule. The bastard knew where my main priorities lied and didn't question me about it. I'll give him respect for that shit alone. My time at the palace was indeed short spent, I hadn't even properly greeted Lauren and Ashel while here but there would be more time in the future to see them. Having nothing really to load up but a duffel and a big ass box of blood on chill, I made way to a black on black Mercedes waiting out front, the driver none other than the general.+ "Leaving so soon, friend?" +#Sevh says as he drives me around the palace about a mile back to the private hanger+ "I gotta go man. Somethings up with Rhyan, I gotta get my ass back there." +The male didn't question shit, he knew like everyone else that my life revolved around my nephew, that was before life ripped happiness out from under me and put me on my ass again, reminding me that being alone was my destiny. We exchanged a few parting words and a brief embrace with clapped hands on the shoulders before I boarded the private jet that was now airborne and penetrating the heights of the night sky, heading straight for Caldwell, so I can see what's ailing my little nephew because no matter what's going on in my life, Rhyan always comes first.+

"Yeah, mmhm, 10:30. Got it, yeah I got the passcode. Yeah, See you soon." +So it turns out that the human @RideOrDieMiguel really did have some pull with underground fighting. He managed to get me in a match up within days, and with a substantial pay out. Seems my opponent and champ "Celtic Warrior" was a favorite among the locals and wanted to see the new comer go down hard. Nothing like watching others blindly bet large amounts of money against a unknown fighter to get your pockets full and your name on the board. I had traveled into Belfast from Newtownabbey by early evening to take up some time in the gym provided for fighters. It was a decent disguise heading up to the place, an old cobblestone single story building clumped between a lot of vacant ones that looks like a restaurant, only to exist as a front. There's a old beat up faded gray flip face key pad on the steel double doors. I enter the 8 digit code, with a green light the locks began to disengage and the door opens, I head inside and close up behind me. The room was a front too, tables strategically placed to look like a dining area, white cloths adorn them but chairs stacked upside on top make it look like just another closed night. Behind what would be double doors to a kitchen area perhaps turned out to be a long narrow hallway that lead to a another steel door at its end, on the other side however was where the games began. I walk in more and in the middle of a fairly large oval arena packed in with seats was a steel cage, illuminated by what looked like bright construction lights overhead. Men were already milling down here, smoking cigars or cigarettes, sipping from bottles or shot glasses of spirits. You can tell they belonged to mob families or illegal organizations of some kind, all wearing expensive suits and flashy jewelry, bunch of fat head fucks! I get some scowled looks from most the crowd, they knew who walked in right away and all I could do was flash a charming smile just to piss them off further, it works. The so called manager of mine @RideOrDieMiguel strolls in through the same door like he owns the place, cocky little fucker was shaking hands and pointing at me to which earn me more piss looks but I could have gave a two fucks less. He strides over to me with a weasels grin.+ Mr. Whalker, you are looking lean and mean my friend. So listen up okay, your room is around the other side of the cage. You'll find everything you need in there to warm up before the fight. "Good, now go take your bets while I get ready." +With a careless flick of the wrist, I dismiss him from my presence and take long strides to the room provided. Inside I do myself a favor and lock up behind me because if anyone walked in here even by mistake, they would surely regret it for a lifetime to come. I toss my duffle down on the counter and unzip to pull out my boxing trunks, nut cup, knuckle and hand wraps, and a mouth guard. Nothing else was needed in the ring. Next was my bottle. Contents were.... Lipoic acid for glucose uptake, ginger root for focus and energy, sesamin for energy expenditure efficiency, and the other usual shit like electrolytes, minerals, and vitamins. With several long swigs I finish off the bottle even though it taste like shit because in the ring, it helps with performance. Most of my training had been about not how hard you hit, you don't have to hit that hard to knock someone out, to force the brain to fire synapses that pull a person into unconsciousness as protective mechanism... No, fighting is about how hard you can get hit. Fighting is about pain threshold, toughness and scribe knows how many fucking times I took on a lesser or two at a time to build that tough exterior and keep my balls from hanging from a rafter in a abandoned building. Only difference now is these fucks were breathing, strong and well trained. Fisticuffs at its most savage and rawest form. It was time now and after getting my gear on I head out of the private locker room into a now jam packed arena. Boos came from everywhere as I entered the ring, woman and men alike cursing and mocking me, I gave two fucks less. Not soon after, my opponent enters the ring and the crowd goes wild for him. Fucking behemoth of a male with fire red hair, about 4 inches taller give or take, almost double my size and breathing hard while revving up the audience with his wide expansed arms, he did all he could to intimidate me but that shit I could care less for. The stubby little Irish ref comes forward and announces us both, 5 rounds or whoever goes down first. The place is wild with noise that I drown out to channel my focus on their Celtic warrior. He's skipping around in his feet, leading with his right... He's a southpaw so the timing is different, the positioning, everything. I beckon him with my fingers, flash him a grin, he takes the bait. He lunges, a double hop, left foot out like a cobra ready to strike. I slap his foot, use my upper right stance, my body-weight imbalance to lead my spin around him. I almost fall, my body at 45 degrees as I pivot, but regain my balance and throw a elbow into the back of his head. He stumbles forward, shaking his head left to right, I hear his vertebrae click as pockets of air between his bones are released, that's when I deliver blow after blow to his ribs, neck and head.... then with a dizzy wobble he falls to his knees. I wrap my arms around his neck from behind, push his knees into his lower back, and bend him backwards using his own body weight to choke him. It's not long before he taps out, in round one no less. I get up the winner and drag my opponent to his feet and slap him in the back of the head, the kind of affectionate camaraderie you'd only expect fighters to have. And then I'm out of the cage, @RideOrDieMiguel has his mouth agape, eyes wide in surprise. The entire arena went silent, the aggression and violence just witnessed had shocked them speechless. A room full of monsters and people who killed for a living are beyond words, and so am I. I turn towards the changing room and go inside to do a quick wipe down and clean up, then change my clothes and toss my duffel over my shoulder. It was time to go. As I made way towards the entrance, I stop @RideOrDieMiguel with a snarled tone. "My wire transfer better be complete within the hour, or your next. Call me when another fight comes." With that I strode out of a shocked arena and headed for my car. The drive home was longer than normal, but when I got there, almost as soon as i walked in the door my phone pinged off. Transfer complete is all the text read, all I needed to know. 75k for a fight that didn't last a whole round was good for me. Not that I needed the money but the release of anger was more than welcomed. Make money managing my anger issues, seems legit. I made quick work of a shower and didn't bother with clothes after a towel dry down, free ballin was the way to go. Before long I'm sprawled out in my bed, pondering when, where, and who my next fight will be with. It's the last thing on my mind before crashing hard for the day.+

Miguel "What the fuck was that, Darian? You could have easily laid his ass out. Why didn't you fight back? Where's those fucking skills I saw the other night?" *Pissed didn't even begin to cover my current mood. This asshole let that Intoxicated Irish prick win without even lifting his arms to block or defend himself. Not a single punch landed. I stood there over the fighter Darian in his bed shaking my fucking head thinking am I wasting my time with this guy? Have I been blind to the weak playing the bad ass card? My eyes cast over bruised ribs that seemed to be healing already or at least that's what it looked like with fading purples turning into dull blues, and the profound swelling in his face was going down especially around his eyes and jaw. This guy was starting to seem like a machine.* "So what'll it be Darian because I'm not wasting my time to train you if you'll allow beatings like that to happen." D +At some point Darian thought to himself, he would knock this male right the fuck out for being such a little bitch but then again that was the norm for humans to act like such when things didn't seem right, when they didn't look at the bigger picture. Darian pushed his undeniably sore body off the mattress and against the headboard, arms eased to cross one another over his chest.+ Listen up good because I won't repeat this. Everything I do is for me and no one else, got that?! +When Miguel went to speak, Darian quieted him with wave of his hand, the male apparently stunned to be talked to in such a way but who fucking cares he really ain't nobody of significance in the grand scheme of things, at least in Darians eyes... Being human made Miguel beneath him in some ways and the male would never see the bigger picture with his conceded attitude so no need to really blow his mind, not yet at least.+ I let that ginger giant pound me in. Why? You may ask next. Someone's gotta spread the word that the new fighter in town is a bunk Irish American amateur from the states. Others need to have a low expectation of me. Dumbing down your possible opponents gives good advantage to the coming line up. Now do me a favor and feck off somewhere else for a while so I can rest. Miguel *Well there it was with this guy. He had smarts in that brain and utilized it damn well in the streets it seemed. The guy played dumb while taking a serious ass beating simply to throw off potential fighters by word of mouth about how weak he was. Well played I thought while exiting his room. I looked down at my watch to see 4:43 in the a.m. and thought fuck I've been here way too damn long. I didn't think for a second as I left Darians house and got in my vehicle that I would be back for him after tonight's performance, that was until he revealed his tactics for element of surprise which was fucking crafty for the newcomer, his injuries however in achieving this would set us back with healing before training begins for his next and first real underground cage fight which I would be setting up promptly following Darians recovery. This new guy surprised me again tonight with his brand of tactics as he continues to show his worth at his pace, he seemed in no rush for the pursuit of being the best. That is until he gets a taste of it I thought to myself while driving back to Belfast from Newtownabbey.* D +As soon as that dark curly haired shit left, Darian laid his ass back down in bed. He did take an epic beating by that human but then again he didn't fight back either, at all. The male reached and got a grip on his arm then advanced forward so he was now behind Darian and pushing his arm up his back, then hit Darians elbow hard and that's when he heard the pop in his shoulder that emits a howl of pain right before he saw stars and blood. The bruit Irishman had Darian on his knees in a warehouse where this "test run" took place. He kept taking multiple hits to the face, sending all those nerve endings exploding with each one mixed with a cocktail gushing blood and stars from being dazed not to mention the hits to his ribs from the males knees and hard fist blows but he guessed it was the home run hit to the jaw that had his brain powering down for lights out before the onslaught of pain kicked in more. When he woke he was in his bed at home, well he guessed it was home now. The promoter dude Miguel wasn't who Darian wanted to wake and see to be down right honest but hey at least he was alive to see someone's face at all. Ungrateful bastard. He laid there poking and prodding at his body, most of the healing would be done around the 4th 5th and 6th rib on both sides. They were severely bruised but not broken so healing shouldn't be a issue, this time. That kicked on the lightbulb over all else. He would need sustenance after fights and with the lack of participants or his lack of desire for one, he would have to get a hold of Lauren and Ashel for the synthetic blood he'd received before but in abundance. He hoped they would help or he'd be up shit creek without it to fight. That would be handled next nights rise because now he really did need to rest and to heal before getting down to business, and putting his fighting first over anything else. This was his new life now, he would use all his losses and heartache as his fuel, channel all the anger simmering within to his opponent and conquer what threatens his victories from here on out, in and out of the cage.+

+Steam billowed all around the bathroom to the point that everything was saturated with condensation build up. Darian had spent a generous amount of time in there after his cleanse just to let the scalding water seep into the very fabric of his being. Lookin like a sun dried raisin by the time he got out and toweled off then made way to his duffel bag by the beds end to retrieve some jeans and a white tee because he really didn't pack much else for attire, no need. With enough cash in his pocket, ID, and dressed as casual as any other, he made way down the stairs to head out but was abruptly stopped by the house doggen at the front door.+ Sire, mayhap I shall escort thee to desired destinations this eve? +As much as Darian wanted to, it would have been just down right rude to dismiss a doggen so humble and concerned in his duties to care for the heir to the home, so he didn't and took the offer.+ Thank you, that will be most gracious of you. I'll be waiting out front. +Darian didn't mean to sound so cold but damn if he wasn't feeling it, and not from the nights brisk chill either... Darkly cumbersome with everything. He wasn't with his thoughts long enough to dwell because that doggen was pulling up to him from the side in a grey older model Audi, parked it and jumped out to open the door in which Darian lifted an arm to wave it off coupled with a somber tone.+ It's alright, just drive me into Belfast and drop me at a good pub. +It was as if the elder male knew the ache on a personal level. Once they actually exchanged eye contact, his then bow and actions to proceed as directed with no words painted something in his eyes that words had no place in, neither did Darian so he never planned to ask. Some things were better left untold. The two of them drove in what felt like comfortable silence for the better part of 45 min give or take before they made it into Belfast and the first stop was made to a old Victorian style building that looked a lot like an old saloon which he already liked. Darian exited the car but not before he told the doggen to be back in two hours, to which he had a feeling the ol' Irish elder wouldn't leave anyways but at least a time frame was in place. He left the curb, walking up to the building and upon his entry he got a eye full, two levels of original preserved interior that looked to be at least mid to late 1800's and was decorated with complex mosaics tiles everywhere. It was semi full with some rowdys in the corner playing pool under dim lights that casted the swirls of smoke from the players between cracks, and the small dance floor surrounded by tables was full of people enjoying themselves. Not bad Darian thought as he approached the bar, took a seat and ordered up non stop refills of Redbreast 21. The red granite topped bar had an altar style to it with a heated footrest underneath which was a trip to him and was lit above by gas lamps on the highly decorative carved ceilings. Darian thought he could get use to this place for sure, and that's when his attentions swung to the left. A burly red head that wreaked of Guinness and cigarettes was seated right next to him, all up in darians biz with glossed over blues.+ Aye! How's the form? Play a round of nine, mate? +Darian didn't say a thing, instead he shook his head before taking another shot which irritated the male who's Irish accent was as thick as molasses.+ Feck ye then, gobshite! +The male knocked over darians next shot before stalking off with a stumble back to his friends and it took all he had after that not to unfurl on the tipsy ginger ale but the action did sour darians mood further so he decided to leave. After slapping down two hundred on the bar, most of it a very generous tip to the raven haired, blue eyed tiny wonder who kept his drinks flowing, he got up and exited The same way he came in. He was slightly relieved to see that the elder was not waiting out front for him but as he took a few steps towards the parking lot at the side of the pub he was instantly met by the stumbling ginger ale from inside who was not approaching Darian but right out advancing on him. Darian's opponent reacts with a long range punch jab that he ducks and reacts with a hard kick to the kneecap that drops ol' ginger with a bowl of pain. It was then that Darian saw red and crouched enough to began delivering blow after blow to his gut, the side of his head, face, and neck. Before long a soft old hand gripped darians arm and he wheeled around heaving hard to see the doggen, and it was then that he snapped out of it and saw what he had done. The male was sprawled out on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose, his eyes swollen shut and who knows what internal damage had been done. Darian needed to gain control over his anger and quick. Right then as he was getting ready to leave, a well dressed male in a deep blue Armani suit approached Darian with business all over his face, not at all fazed by the present event.+ You don't just brawl boy, you actually fight with skill. Makes me wonder who taught you what you know and even further, how much more you know. If you want some real training and make some cash with those fists then give me a call sometime. +Nothing else was said by the stranger, no name, nothing but a business card that was handed over before he left which is exactly what Darian did before the scene outside gained a bigger audience. Back at the house he thanked the doggen for being his chauffeur before departing back to his new but very unfamiliar bedroom, where he'd spent just one night with rhy..... Nope! Not going there. Fuck that. Darian laid out across the bed and took the business card out of his pocket. He fumbled around with it and looked at the phone number on it for a long time before coming to the conclusion that it was either sink or swim so he would call this man tomorrow night and find out just what kind of training he is talking about and what kind of income it will produce because it was evident that he was not going anywhere and already he would try to make this place his home.+

+Darin woke alone in a bed unknown to him with a massive hangover to the sounds of shudders rising all around the two story moss coated house. He'd traveled back to his home in Newtownabbey, Northern Ireland the same night Rhyan was taken away. Darian was already mourning his loses when his nalla and her son left, her reasons were her own and personal so he wasn't standing in her way no matter how painful it was to let go. The hits kept coming for Darian however.... The very next night he received a visit from Havers who brought with him signed documented paperwork from The King himself showing that parental DNA on Rhyan shows a match to a male of the glymera who'd been in the old country without notice of paternity or birth until his arrival back. All the time Darian took to find Rhyan's father with no avail made it seem like it he would always have his RhyFry and just when Darian got use to the idea, the rug got sweeper out from under him and just like that, Rhyan was gone too with his biological father, Alex. Of course the male was respectful to give Darian all deets for visiting anytime he wanted, but right now he felt to do nothing but getting to the end of the next Amber burning fluid bottle of JD where his agony would drown. Before his departure he asked a very sad Trehvor and Khatie if they would join him in Newtownabbey but they opted to stay awhile longer at the Hudson home, he knew they would wait for what would never come. With a grunted roll to his side, Darian reached for his half full bottle of jack and twisted the cap off for a long pull. The burn was welcomed and began to fade out his hangover which meant soon he would be ready to hit the streets of Belfast and see what new troubles he can get into, what new pubs he can call home, and how often he can drown out the past that was never meant to be. No mate, no young.... He knew for sure as of this night, that he would be forever alone.+

+Weeks fell off the calendar as Rhyan and I got comfortable in our home in Newtownabbey. It was indeed everything I was searching for, a place to raise a young away from chaos and bloodshed. We'd taken trips into Belfast and Dublin during our short stay. exploring the history of places such as the Belfast Castle, Titanic Belfast, The Palm house at botanic gardens, and The Belfast zoo which was Rhyan's favorite thus far. He enjoyed all the animals from the Asian elephants, Barbary lions, Malayan sun bears, a family of western lowland gorillas, a troop of common chimpanzees, a pair of red pandas, a pair of Goodfellow's tree-kangaroos and several species of langur. It wasn't a surprise that the zoo would be his favorite, he was very fond of animals in general. It might have been that visit that prompted my next mission. Finding the other half of Rhyan's bloodline. It was something that I stewed over ever since that dreadful night of finding him as a newborn clinging to mine sister, his mothers lifeless body. Shaking that image quickly as I wasn't ready to revisit that heartbreaking night again. After the newest adventure, Rhyan was tuckered out and crashed hard after a filling meal and a soothing bath, the young had an eventful time and soon it would continue as I had made yet another drastic decision.... To head back to Caldwell. I had paced runs in the plush forrest green carpet pondering this decision well. There was no other way it could be done, I had to see #Havers and get the information i sought. Most of my kind despised him for many reasons but that mattered none to me, he always did good by my family especially seeing to proper fade ceremonies after my parents murder, and my sisters. Planning the trip was cake walk, leaving however would be harder. The doggen here had grown on me and I them, there was a connection I felt to all 8 of them, it was like being home with long lost family. Each one helped me prep for our departure but I informed them that we would be back to visit and maybe even a more extended stay. Everyone was pleased and I wouldn't let them down, hell I would even try to pursued my doggen Trehvor to come back with us, which would as easy as making plans to travel to the andromeda galaxy. The one way trip back was set and a private plane was on stand by at Belfast international. Packed and in route, Rhyan and I are dropped off at the airstrip and loaded on the plane. Soon later we are once again in the air and heading back to the U.S. 3,171 miles and 11 hours later, we finally land and none other than my trusted doggen Trehvor was there to greet us. He was over the moon with delight, months had fell off the calendar since we originally left for Russia and then Ireland so his excitement was a warm welcome back for me. The next evening I had made plans, one was a private meet with #Havers tonight here at the house and the other would be to meet my realtor about selling the high rise condominium in the city, I thought of selling the summer house on the Hudson but I wouldn't part with it. It was my family's home, the only place that held my childhood memories. Rhyan had woke just as happy as ever, the doggen were filled with joy seeing his milestones as his little feet pattered across the house. They loved having him back home. A few hours after first meal a knock sounded against the door, I knew it was #Havers. Trehvor let him and his pediatric nurse inside where we greeted yet again for the first time since Dheniece's passing unto the fade. I gave him an envelope filled with a undisclosed amount of cash for this visit, he then gave the nurse her duty. A female who seemed not far out of transition came forth in a vintage nursing uniform, solid white and fresh pressed. She opened a doctors leather overnight bag and withdrew what looked like a black pen, but it housed a needle inside. Her voice was soft to tone as she politely asked me to hold Rhyan in my arms so she could pin prick his finger, easy enough. On cue, we all turned our heads towards the kitchen and grinned at the footfalls of little feet parading our way. Rhyan came running to me with open arms and a smile as wide as all outside. My boy. I picked him up and he babbles endlessly at the crowd in the room. The nurse just smiled softly. I nodded to her and came forth, holding Rhyan's little index finger out, she took his hand with mine and suddenly her voice carries a soft melody in the old language, a lullaby, one which held Rhyan's attention. He didn't even know from being so fixated on her voice that she pricked his finger and drew enough blood for the test. I licked his tiny little finger wound closed and gave #Havers a nod in thanks. Before departing he told me he would be in touch in a few days with any findings on the test, hopefully they had dna on the fathers bloodline. The pair left almost as quick as they came and when they did, I had the nanny doggen take Rhyan for a bath and nap. If we would at least know his heritage beyond ours, we could maybe find his fathers relatives and inform them of his existence. For now, I sat back in my favorite chair near the fireplace and poured a glass of JD, drinking back the amber burning fluid and reflecting on tonight's possible breakthrough. The next mission would come just as quick, meeting up with my realtor at the condo and seeing what she could do on getting it sold. After a few glasses of Jack, I let sleep find me in that chair until my next mission came to me, which was the coming night with a female I hired to help me sell something I never needed.+

+The last few months Rhyan and I had spent in Lauren’s palace, which had been quite interesting, was now coming to a end.
It seemed being here was even more dangerous than fighting lessers…. Who knew? I expected serenity behind the Fort Knox of a palace that had its own full blown army, but the lovely head mistress had a vast amount of enemies that came with the inheritance of being in charge…. The poor female, all she wanted was simplicity in her chaotic life, but then again, didn’t we all? Kidnappings, life threatening rescues, hiding young in underground panic rooms from soul sucking demons, and even my own brush with death for the millionth time in a back alley was enough to throw in the towel. I needed something less hellish for my nephew, and I knew just how to get it. Going back to the main house by the Hudson, or the high rise condo just wasn’t happening, going back to Caldwell was off the table. I hadn’t packed a lot of shit when I came here but what I did have for Rhyan and I only took about an hours time to pack into suitcases and travel bags, then have them loaded into a SUV by a few of the palaces sea of servants for departure. The palace has been quiet lately, so bothering the house guests about taking leave didn’t seem relevant. I hadn’t seen Lauren, Ashel, Sevastyan, Kat, or my long time friend Mharcus anywhere and didn’t have time to hunt them all down, I would instead inform the head butler of my departure for him to relay the message. Rhyan was now secure in his car seat and buckled in with me at his side in the back of the bulletproof suburban being driven by a servant, 2 miles back towards the private hanger that houses the same jet which brought us here. Upon arrival, the luggage is loaded on to the jet while I reloaded Rhyan inside for take off. He seemed more happy about the trip than I did, his happy little babbles, coos, and kicking limbs spoke in tones for what he couldn’t… Me on the other hand, I wasn’t keen on flying… But no one needed to know that. The pilot had the destination I’d given him and was ready to go. He started the jet and before long, we were moving out of the hanger and down the runway. He had us accelerating at high speeds and with ease, he ascended upward into the early night sky, 30,000 feet to be exact. This trip would calculate 2,784 kilometers, roughly around 3 ½ hours of flight which was fine with me. About 45 minutes into the flight, Rhyan passed out from a milk coma so I took the time to myself to collect my thoughts, figure out a game plan, while blasting Avenged Sevenfold at ignorant levels in my ear buds. Maybe if things go well where we are headed we might just stay because after all, we were headed to our homeland… Quite possibly where we belong...... Sunset took its final peek over Newtownabbey before the night sky creeped out and blackened the land. My palm laid flat on the cool mahogany painted wall of a outer covered mossy second story window, staring into the vast unknown. This entire place felt absolute foreign, yet held a welcoming homelike feel to it. Maybe it was on arrival when I showed my credentials as to who the sole heir was, maybe it was the uncanny paintings that hung all around of my ancestors long before me that struck cords, even with the townhouses servants. My lineage was strong in appearance as much as other family traits. My eyes didn't peer back, I knew Rhyan was stirring in his sleep and not awake. The young slept a lot since our arrival, guessing the time difference took its toll on the little guy. Right before Lauren's private jet landed in Belfast I wasted no time in arranging transportation for my current destination. After we landed and parted ways I assumed the pilot headed back to the russian palace, where I would meet up with my friends and sister again one day, eventually. Being here gave Rhyan a safer opportunity to be raised whereas the palace and caldie proved too many cons over pros. I wouldn't fail him, the two of us held the very last of this families bloodline and I would do my best to preserve that as safely as possible. Rhyan was growing fast on me and he needed new things already, the young one was definitely from good stock, it was always a shame that I never found out his fathers line though. The next few nights would be spent here exploring a historic home of my ancestors that now belonged to Rhyan and I. A three bedroom townhouse just off the coastline, one bedroom down two up, spacious living and dining area that overlooked some of northern Ireland's finest landscape. There was an adjoined lounge just off the kitchens left side, adorned with what looked like handmade Irish pottery, art prints from Ireland and Scotland, Celtic barware, unique textiles, plaques, old vases and a massive silver chandelier with 12 Lights, 74 teardrop Crystal Prisms, 8 Strands of Crystals draping it and old Celtic writing dating back to my families beginning centering it's antique beauty. Outside, the garden to the front lawn had thick shrubs and screened by mature hedgerow. The private courtyard style garden to rear fully was paved and screened as well by mature hedgerow. This place was the surreal kind of serenity I had been searching for since the lesser raids. After some exploring old roots here on the property, I would take Rhyan into Belfast and get us both some new clothes and whatever other shit we would need. I wasn't sure how long the duration of this stay would claim us but for now, we weren't going anywhere.+

M1: [He sat behind a mahogany desk older than most humans lived.. Puffing on a Cuban as he looked over finalization documents on property that was relinquished, seems the bosses daughter didn't care to take over the lavish homes of her fathers in Russia and willingly tossed them into his lap.. These homes are where he trained and protected her father so they held meaning, perhaps that was the real reason why she handed them over. His phone went off, a message was received from his childhood friend Darian, informing him of arrangements that had been made and that tonight was the night. Nothing more needed to be seen and he rose from the massive chair to begin gathering weapons and a safety gear such as a front to back chest plate to prevent bullet wounds to become fatal. With everything in place, he headed out the door and drove right for Darian's home on the Hudson to help his friend in this grave time of need.] @WhalkerD D1: +The night finally here, my body vibrated with the need to avenge once again and this time I wouldn't go alone, I had some back up. Down the hall I could hear the elder female doggen caring for Rhyan, the young was babbling as if telling a story, he was such a blessing and resembled his mahmen, mine sister. I had gotten word that Mharcus was on his way, so I got my ass in gear for a bloody night. I would be a liar if I said I didn't hold concern for this, having been injured before and the possibility to not come home was my greatest fear, but I had to avenge my family. I heard the horn of a car out front and knew it was my taxi so to say. Gathering what was needed before heading into Rhys room, I place a soft kiss on his head, giving a long look at his smiling chubby cheeks before whispering I love you and leaving before I changed my mind. Outside I inhale the crisp cool air and hop into the car+ Alright, let's go see what we can find. Best activity usually occurs around a local club. +I give up the deets on where to go and we took off quick like into the night+ @Mharcus_Strong M2: [He needed no directions to this place, he'd been there before. Once they pulled up into a empty lot next to the club they waited not long until the wafted smell of baby powder came from down the darkened alley] Let's do this brotha.. [They both exited the car and began following the stench until it was staggering and gag worthy in they're noses.. Three of them up ahead making a drug deal to a human.. He whispered] They are ours. @WhalkerD D2: +My eyes darken and lock on the triple threat down the alley, focused on the soon to be sent back to the omega pieces of shit lessers. Both of us watched as the drug deal went down and when the human was gone they all looked right in our direction, it was showtime. I side eyes Mharcus who was already gearing up for the trio approaching us, he didn't wait long before he lunged forward with his massive weight and damn near knocked one right back to the omega. He withdrew a blade and plunged it into the chest of the first one immediately, pop, flash, gone. I had begun to brawl in a battle of fisticuffs with one, he was taking brutal hits to the face, neck, chest. just then the other came from behind and pinned my arms back, the one I was pounding on jumped up and drop kicked me so hard it dislocated my shoulder, I howled in pain but not before head butting the asshole behind me hard enough to get released. Mharcus now had started in on the lesser in front of me, and I turned swiftly, unsheathing my custom dagger with my good arm and began slicing at the smelly asshole. He was a newbie, he hadn't even paled over fully yet and he was scared, he should be. Even with a bum arm I managed to roundhouse the fucker and when he ate concrete, I sank my dagger into his chest causing a deafening scream before the pop and flash. Turning I see Mharcus getting down and dirty, he was close to his second kill.+ @Mharcus_Strong M3: [He was furious, rage fueled in his veins when he saw the double team shit happening. He yanks the smelly fuck back and slit his throat. Black oily sprays fly all over the grimy alley floor, the lesser drops to his knees and from behind he plunges a steel hunting knife into his back, protruding out of his center chest. The flashy pop thing happens and poof another one gone. He looks to Darian who is injured] We must get you to a healer before sunrise nears. @WhalkerD D3: +My arm was limp, shoulder searing in pain but it was nothing new. On my feet I nod at Mharcus who was already at my side and walking is back to the car. He drove high speeds towards #Havers and sure enough as we pulled up after one phone call, the healer was out front waiting. I head inside as Mharcus waited in the car, the good doc confirmed the dislocation and set it back to place, a sling was to be worn for at least a week and the minor cuts would heal by next sundown at best. I paid the male and took off, Mharcus had drove me home and dropped me off, I shook his hand and said something I thought I'd never say+ I don't think I'll be trying this anymore brotha unless it's forced, I can't put myself at risk with Rhy at home. Thank you for doing this with me tonight. Your a great friend. @Mharcus_Strong M4: Anytime my friend, whatever you choose or whatever you need man, just dial me up. Get inside and take care of that young. [He nodded as Darian headed inside and Kat came out to get into the car.. he took off down the road with his red.. Destination.. Her's and Lauren's house. He pulls up and leads her inside with him to the east wing for a long shower and some private time with her.] @WhalkerD D4: +I thanked Kat for helping with Rhy just before they both left. #Trehvor gave a look of concern when he saw my arm, I place a hand up and inform him that it's minor and will heal in time. I made my way down the hall and into Rhys room where he was fast asleep in his crib. I sit in the rocking chair and watch him in his peaceful slumber. I knew I couldn't go looking for fights like this anymore. Too many close calls of death and now this, Rhyan deserved better from me, he needed me and I him. I would be a better father figure than this, I would do right by him and honor my passed sister, she would be happy knowing I raised her young right. I hadn't bothered getting up, I was too tired so I fell asleep in that chair, right next to Rhys crib.+

+Up and down throughout the day with Rhyan proved to be exhausting and rewarding, I'd never cared for a young before but with the aid of my doggens to guide me along I didn't do so bad. I had changed, bathed, and fed my nephew several times. I'd be a liar if I said it wasn't hard but he was worth it. I had gotten Rhyan dressed after several tries then myself, all black head to toe for what was to come. His car seat and bag was prepared by #Trehvor and readied in the car which the doggen would be driving as I wasn't mentally prepared for it or what was coming of this eve, my emotions ran at a all time high, This was it, the final goodbye. With Rhyan secured in his seat and me in mine, #Trehvor drove us to Havers. The night felt as forever took hold, and the fade ceremony, although perfectly done, gutted me completely... I couldn't even attempt to count how many times I cried for my sister and didn't care who saw or if I looked like a damn sissy.... My only sibling was gone, but her soul went safely unto the fade this night with many blessings. I gave Havers a staggering amount of money, an undisclosed amount in 7 figures for his healing house and services. I didn't need all this money and donating a huge amount felt good. We'd left and on the way home whilst #Trehvor drove, I sat in the back and stared with welled eyes at Rhyan, he would never know his parents and even though I would raise him like my own, he would grow to always have that void. Fuck! Fuck! Could I do this? Could I raise a young and keep him from harm? My urges to fight still strong but Rhyan's safety topped it all. My head was fucked. We pulled up to the house and once inside I took the liberty of thanking my doggen who bowed with much respect and gave his condolences for all the families losses which was hard on him too since he'd been servicing us before I was even born. I got Rhyan changed fed and into bed, he slept so soundly and I wished it was that easy for me but it wasn't, I began to freak out. I had #Trehvor listen for Rhy for me whilst I went to change into sweats and nothing more then headed into the back of the house to the small gym I had. Inside, I finally let it all go.. The punching bad got annihilated, riddled with non stop combos of the feet and fists until the leather split and the seams broke, the final punch sending it flying across the room. I was furious, knuckles bloody and sore, feet swelling from continuous bare kicks but I could have cared less. The bar was next. I gripped the damn thing, bent at the knees, crossed my ankles and launched myself upward over and over, continuous pull ups went on until my biceps burned and my arms turned to wet noodles. I let go and still had energy to burn so the treadmill would be my next hit. On high, I ran a staggering 21 fucking miles and in record time no less, that did me in and before I could reach my noodle arm up to turn the damn thing off, I lost balance, did a face plant on the tread and slid the fuck off. I felt blood run from my nose but gave no fuck about it, my body was thoroughly worked but it did nothing to my thoughts which still ran rapidly just like the still running treadmill. Everyone I loved in my life died horribly and I couldn't do nothing then or now to fix it, I was turning into a nothing, a hollow shell of a male.. The only thing that could possibly save me now was the little blessing down the hall, we was my reason to keep going but right now I wasn't going anywhere, I was physically exhausted, bloodied and going no where. The mats would be my resting place this night and to hell with my emotions, I was moving on but right now. I was done for and before I knew it.. Lights out.+

Darian:1 +She was gone, lifeless in front of me. My sister fought on her own for almost 2 years. I was a fucking stupid bastard for never considering she would come here, the place we played as children. We used that pipeline leading from the main house to walkie talk so to say. She would be in the basement talking through one end while I was in here receiving the messages through the pipe. The things we did to relay messages whilst being sneaky as kids did. Fuck! How could I be so stupid?!..... Mharcus tried to dump his blood into her but it was too little too late. What threw me off was the cries, little cries. And that's when I picked up the little bundle into my arms, pulling the blanket back to reveal a baby boy. She was with child and delivered on her own. Fuck!! Internally I was screaming, externally, I shook as I picked up my nephew and cradles him close. A baby... She had a baby.+ @Mharcus_Strong Mharcus:1 [He brought his wrist to his mouth and sealed the gaping wounds... stunned to see what Darian had picked up, a young. His dear sister gave birth alone and from the looks of it the young wasn't old at all, maybe a couple weeks at best. This was heartbreaking, his friend was dealing with loss and unexpected gain. She lived within the baby.] Darian we have to go man, we have to get him and her out of here now. [No words, no arguments. Darian cradled the young right out. He wrapped his dear sister in the blanket she laid upon, with ease he carried her lifeless body out and the two of them made quick work of getting back to the cars.] @WhalkerD Darian:2 +The tiniest whimpers and cries came from the young, i was shell shocked as fuck. Who the fuck fathered and left her to fend alone like this? Was the male dead too? Questions began to brew. Mharcus had my dead sister and gingerly placing her in the back of his car whilst I held my nephew and got into the passenger seat, fuck my car it could sit. We drove at careful speeds with precious cargo right to Havers. My heart was proud of her for doing all she could to survive all this time alone whilst carrying young within her, but I was also crushed, I should have known to come here and take care of her and now she's gone and the baby would never know his parents. This was awful, but there isn't a thing I wouldn't do to care for him. Uncle Darian would raise him on his own. We arrived at Havers, after pulling up, several nurses and staff came out with a stretcher and retrieved my sister whilst I went inside with the baby to be assessed and make sure he was okay.+ @Mharcus_Strong Mharcus:2 [He made the urgent call to Harvers letting the healer know of what's coming his way. The male was preparing for our arrival after he hung up. We arrived, and the masses came about to carry off Darians sister. He followed Darian inside with the baby, the male was holding strong though this nightmare come true. He sat in a waiting room and waited for his friend to come back out with news on the young.] @WhalkerD Darian:3 +I watched as several nurses carried my sister away, most likely prepping her for a fade like ceremony. I was taken back with Havers and two nurses to a room that catered to young ones. I couldn't help but bare fangs when he took the young from my arms, but his reassuring tone to only do a check up made me calm some. About an hour later after cleaning, changing, feeding, DNA runs, and full check ups, it was declared that the young was my nephew and that my sister died nurturing him until she had nothing left to give. This was fucked up, I felt so much guilt for not searching better for her and now she's gone. Tears welled my eyes as the nurse gave the young back to me. He looked so much like her. I would raise him and show her he would become a male of worth, strong and noble, respectful and good to those around him. Havers gave me a lot of information on how to care for a young and I took it all, absorbing as much as I could for now. The thing I did now was call the loyal doggen #Trehvor who was not only happy to hear from me but more than willing to help with a few other to service. This would happen not at my condo but the vacation home. I came back out to Mharcus with... Damn, I needed to name him soon, my nephew and told him to take me back to the Hudson. I had a new journey ahead of me now with a little guy who I would love like no other.+ @Mharcus_Strong Mharcus:3 [He shot upright and ready to take Darian back to the house on the Hudson with the young. This night couldn't have gotten any more sad. Darian lost his sister but gained a child, a splitting image of her. He knew it was gutting him but the need to care for the young outweighed everything, you could see it in his demeanor. Havers had come to tell us both that Darians sisters ceremony would take place when Darian saw fit, until then we should go and get what's needed for the young, so we did. He drove them back to the Hudson where the doggen had waited upon the porch. He helped them out then took leave for the night was drawing to a close and the sun would be up soon. He would check in with Darian the next night and see how he was, for now, he headed back home with a lot on his mind.] @WhalkerD Darian:4 +I said my thanks and goodbyes to Mharcus for all his help with this, and then he was gone. #Trehvor awaited me and the little guy at the top of the steps. A look of sadness etched the elders features, he knew what this all meant and how long I had searched with hope in finding her, all hopes gone, risen, then gone again, and now this... A little one to live on her legacy. The good doggen and the others had gotten more things for a young than I had ever seen. I would have all the help I needed and I was grateful that they all came back to help. I had sat just for a moment in a chair to let #Trehvor know I would be up early Eve or sooner and would need assistance. He obliged without question. With my nephew fed and freshly changed, I took the liberty of calling it a night and carried the little man up the stairs to my childhood room with me. I laid him next to me on the bed, all nestled in a fuzzy white blanket, and suddenly a name came to mind... Rhyan... Rhyan D Whalker.... The last thing said off my lips before kissing his little head and drifting off to sleep with complete exhaustion.+

[His dungeon locked up, subjects sent home, and his ass now headed back to caldwell to help an old friend. The highway was his to command at speeds of 110 plus in his black 2015 Acura NSX. He had spoken with his old friend Darian who indeed needed help. He didn't call many his friends, more like subjects, submissives, or pets even, but that male he would stop anything for at the drop of a dime. Darian was good folk. He transitioned one year before ol D boy but when D did, he bulked out almost twice his own size, that fucking male was huge. His call prompted concern, his losses were great and saddening but with news he might not be a sole survivor and that his eldest sibling might be alive, gave hope that even I couldn't deny or assist with. Darian told him he burned the Whalker estate to the ground which was a fucking shock because the home stood since the late 1800's. The drive came to an end, he pulled up along the Hudson where Darian said to meet and sure enough there the male was, leaning casually on the outside of a black muscle car, arms crossed and looking as if he was ready to kill at will. The male was forever changed and it showed, the male he knew had hardened to stone it was plain to see. He parked and got out to approach Darian and shook his hand] I wish we had been meeting again on different circumstances. Where do we start? @WhalkerD +The night has come, the search would now continue with Mharcus. With information gathered on my sisters hiding places which I knew well, and locations on a few known hot spots as to where Lessers played, we at least had a base to start from. I left home and drove to the Hudson where I would meet Mharcus and begin on location one.. The vacation home. Located on the opposite end of the river where I had done some help with the brothers in a previous rescue. I'd went there before finding nothing but I had this hunch that I overlooked in a fit of rage. When Mharcus pulled up I shook my head, that male was always flashy with his demeanor in every aspect of his life. A firm handshake was given to the GQ of a male before telling him where we would start, which was just a few houses down. we then began to take the walk. @Mharcus_Strong [The vacation home. He knew of it but never been there. The Whalker family left several times during post trans for the summer to prep the siblings on what would happen and to relax, he presumed. The home was late 1700's at best, old cobble stone drive, the original but manicured exterior gave it a historical but lavish look. He wondered why D hadn't just stayed here but then again he was sure it was just as painful as the home he torched. His confusion spiked when they bypassed entry to the home and headed around the back of the property into the vast open vegetation behind it, that was until Ol D Boy brought them to an old iron door welded into the ground.] What the fuck is down there man? @WhalkerD +I had no intentions of going down memory lane this night unless I needed to. The house was non occupied, but something told me to check one place no one ever went to besides my sister and I to hide. An old pipe ran the mile and a half span underground from the homes basement to the hidden like bunker room underground in the open field. we'd came to the iron door when Mharcus asked questions.+ "This is a small room where #Dheniece and I use to hide from out pare.... +My ears perked up quick, we both looked to one another then the door. A muffled yet very low whimpering cry came from within, but it was not that of a fully grown female... Fucking hell! Quickly releasing the combination lock and lifting the heavy door up, both Mharcus and i descended down inside, only to go slack jawed and silent at the sight before us. How could I be so fucking stupid?! @Mharcus_Strong [This was bad he thought, whoever that whimper belonged to, wasn't hanging much longer, it was most grave a almost too soft. We both headed down to the depths and what we found would change his forever, the sight had Darian shaken to his core, as mine. There was hope and despair in this room, but damn if it didn't have Darian sinking to his knees with shaky hands as he reached out almost blindly. He stood behind him, quickly baring fangs and scoring his wrist then coming around to bring it to the almost unidentifiable females blue lips. She wasn't moving, her heartbeat just a weak pump here and there..... We were too late, the effort was too late..... She left us to the fade right before our eyes..... And Darian, with shaking hands, visible shock in his features, still took reach for what he saw afore him. This night was far from over.]

+Having awakened early I made several calls to have contractors and delivery men come to the condo. Within hours the house was lavishly furnished and the windows reinforced with steel shutters all around, none asked questions as they were over paid to keep they're mouths shut and get shit done. After all had been taken care of on my personal agenda, I made quick work of gathering what I needed to make the trip to Havers. The drive seemed neverending, but as I arrived at the clinic I was greeted by two nurses who escorted me to his office. I was greeted with a firm handshake and several humbled apologies for my losses, which only made me more furious. It wasn't his fault but the potty of it drove me mad again, feeding the need to kill once more. Havers took the remains and told me we would be back, he'd left me in his office to run tests on the contents before we got started. This time was spent pacing the healers personal office whilst holding on to my sisters locket. Time seemed to move against me as I waited with great impatience. Some time later, Harvers came back inside and took a seat behind his desk with a clipboard in hand and a look of confusion. "Mr. Whalker, I have somewhat good news for you but the bad news still." This caught my attentions and I finally took a seat across from him. "So, spill it if you will" "First off, the DNA came back on the remains and.... What you found in that box is not the remains of your sister, in fact it's not even of your bloodline at all. It's still sad and traumatic nonetheless and we will sadly locate the rightful family to retrieve and perform a proper fade ceremony. Having said that, the bad news is we have no idea on the whereabouts of your missing sister as nothing you brought in pertains to her disappearance besides that locket. I'm very sorry" Shellshocked as fuck, I took a few minutes to process what was just said to me, that wasn't her which meant she could still be alive somewhere, she could be hurt or she could be hiding, either way I was on my feet and rearing with a new goal set.. Find her! I gave Harvers a envelope containing cash for his help which he tried to deny for obvious reasons but I would have none of that. I made him take it and gave thanks for his help before I shook his hand and quickly left the clinic. This time the drive home was quick as fuck, I bursted through my door, slammed it shut and growled aloud in despair. I had to find her but I couldn't do it on my own. I had no intentions on bothering the brotherhood with my problems as they had much more pressing things to contend with on a nightly basis, but luckily I had just the right person in mind to call in assisting me and I knew I wouldn't get turned down by the male. Pulling out my blackberry I dialed up an old friend of mine by the name of Mharcus, and when he answered I had informed him of what was going on, which had him ready to head back to caldwell and help a male out. I was grateful for that complicated male, he had been living a really private lifestyle elsewhere but was ready to abandon his shit at the drop of a dime to help me out in my search. We made plans for his arrival and would begin our search in two days time, I hated to wait because every precious second wasted was time she could be in more danger, but no matter what, I had a new mission... To find her and bring her home.+

"Smelly fucking lessers hanging from a rope, with gaping gun shot holes in they're throat" +I chanted as i paced the floor back and forth whilst the lessers hung by rope from ceiling beams, bound at the wrists and ankles tied to pillars, one good tug and I could snap them like a wishbone and split them in half up the center... That could wait. The muffled screams from them both only pissed me off more and that's when my daggers came out again. It wasn't long before I started carelessly slashing and carving left to right, front to back, up and down until I was covered in black oily blood. Heads dangled freely but they weren't dead, well not as dead as I wanted them to be, but that would change soon. You couldn't even recognize what was hanging there anymore. Black blood covered the bodies, limbs half hung off rotted flesh, pale chunks of skin flapped as they flopped against the tight ropes, the bullet holes in the neck, yet they were still gagging and gasping. I couldn't take it anymore. I stood back looking at my target practice contestants and smirked just before tossing one dagger into the air above me, as it descended I caught it by the sharp tip and fired it forward with all my strength, nailing the son of a bitch right in the heart. The pop and flash was a thing of deadly beauty, my dagger hit the floor and i casually walked over to pick it up, then wipe it off and sheathed it. The remaining lesser would suffer slightly more. I didn't waste time as I coiled and knotted one end of the rope around another pillar, stretching his leg tight and my hand wrapped several times around the other end. A nasty smirk etched my oily covered face as I pulled hard as fuck and split his ass right up the middle to his neck. I saw a cracked rib spear up and impale his chest, doing my work for me. Another pop and flash and all was done, at least for tonight. I tugged the hem of my hoodie up and wiped off my face best as I could, the fucking smell was foul beyond imagination. Casually walking out of the door I kicked in, I proceeded out of the dark alley and walked back home, looking like a grease monkey who's car threw up on him. Back inside the confines of my condo, I was instantly haunted as I looked at the metal box and suddenly nothing I just did gave me satisfaction anymore, the hunger for revenge never getting fulfilled. With a heavy sigh I headed for the bathroom and stripped down to nothing, then gathered the clothes I would never wear again and trash them. Streams of scalding hot water cascaded down my body, rinsing me of the black oil I was almost saturated in. Several wash and rinses later I stepped out and slung a loose handing towel around my hips, then headed for my phone and my old friend Jack Daniels. Taking them both to the empty room Where my duffel sat on the floor and I kneeled down to lay my head upon. I made quick work of the uncapping of Jack and took a long draw, letting the amber liquid burn down my throat. Several pulls later, I finally dialed up Harvers and we discussed a proper fade ceremony for my sister. He was more than willing to assist knowing what I've been through, who I've lost and out of respect for my parents in general. The phone call didn't last long after preparations and a date was made. Half a bottle of jack later, I finally gave up and let sleep claim me on a cold cherry wood floor, naked and half wrapped in a towel. I could have gave a two fucks less. The material things I needed would come later, as for now, I let the liquor keep me warm enough to drift into a madness like slumber with only my nightmares to comfort me.+