Shepherd of the Dead

Damn, Kid || likestobecalledstiles

Damn, Kid || likestobecalledstiles

Today, 17 teens will take their own lives due to bullying.

Cam could cry, but he needed to stay strong for his brother. He pulled him into a hug, “Isaac, I don’t care. It isn’t safe. And he can’t just tell you not to talk to someone! What if he told you not to talk to me? You are getting out of there. At least take a break! Date other people! See what a real relationship is like!”

Feeling Cam’s arms around him, Isaac broke down and cried. “I didn’t have anyone for so long. I thought I could handle it. If I leave he’ll try to kill me or drag me back. I’m so sorry Cam. I just didn’t want to be on my own.”

"I'm here. I'm going to protect you. He will not be taking you back, or getting close enough to try and kill you. You are my little brother, and damn it if I don't kill him first."

"If you were dreaming, it would be like all the other dreams you wrote me about, wouldn’t it. It would be me coming home and then something bad happening right when we touched. That isn’t happening, Isaac." He pulled his brother into a hug. "Isaac, I’m right here."

Blinking as Camden brought up the letters he sent him, the ones that he thought his brother never got. His body stiffened up until he was pulled into the others arms, soon enough his hands were gripping onto his brother as if it was life or death. “Cam-” He spoke with a shaky breath.

"I'm right here, Izzy." He wrapped him closer in his arms, whispering soothingly into his ear, the lullaby their mother used to sing them. "And nothing will ever make me leave you again."

"Isaac." Camden was having to stop himself from screaming. His brother didn’t need that. "What he’s done, no matter what you did unless you decided to throw that first punch, no matter what you do not deserve that!" He pointed to the blooming bruise on Isaac’s neck. 

Isaac’s hand moved to cover the bruise. “No, I would never hit him. I love him and he loves me. He told me not to talk them. I didn’t listen, I deserved this.” His gaze fell to his feet and he sniffled a little.

Cam could cry, but he needed to stay strong for his brother. He pulled him into a hug, "Isaac, I don't care. It isn't safe. And he can't just tell you not to talk to someone! What if he told you not to talk to me? You are getting out of there. At least take a break! Date other people! See what a real relationship is like!"

"True. So very true." He gave a part sigh, part chuckle. "Can’t help but think, this may turn out like the first time. Hopefully not. But your personality is now pretty damned close to that first time." He turned to the wolf, and smiled, eyes going a vivid, warm brown from their normal blue. "We’ve done so well till now. too."

"Who knows what I’m planning to happen. I might make it like the first time. Or worse." Rolling his eyes when Cam changed his eyes. "Oh yeah sure we. But not anymore, I’ve got nothing to do with you now."

He can feel the glare set in, same with the smirk as he grasps his brother's chin and presses a firm kiss to his forehead. "We'll see, Cain. We will certainly see." With that he rises from the bench to leave. He pauses a moment and drops a piece of paper in his brother's lap. "You can reach me there if you need to. If you wish to. Probably not immediately, it is Luke's number after all."

"Ey," Cam frowned, grabbing his brothers arm. "What do you mean ‘not again’?" He had made the connection though. "Punch me. Do whatever you want. If I’m just your imagination, what will happen?"

He was about to walk off to the kitchen, but was shocked to feel the males hand around his arm, quickly pulling it back he stared at him wide eyed. “I-I’m dreaming aren’t I? I am…” Wake up Isaac, come on wake up!

"If you were dreaming, it would be like all the other dreams you wrote me about, wouldn't it. It would be me coming home and then something bad happening right when we touched. That isn't happening, Isaac." He pulled his brother into a hug. "Isaac, I'm right here."

"Isaac." Camden was having to stop himself from screaming. His brother didn't need that. "What he's done, no matter what you did unless you decided to throw that first punch, no matter what you do not deserve that!" He pointed to the blooming bruise on Isaac's neck. 

"Hey… Hey kiddo." Camden smiled gently at his brother. “‘M home."

Turning around he looked to the male before letting out a sigh and spinning back around. “Not again.” He muttered to himself, thinking the male was just a figment of his imagination. 

"Ey," Cam frowned, grabbing his brothers arm. "What do you mean 'not again'?" He had made the connection though. "Punch me. Do whatever you want. If I'm just your imagination, what will happen?"

"I didn’t quite mean the werewolf thing, kiddo," Cam replied, smirk on his face. "You’ve thrived better than you would have even if I’d have gotten you out of there as soon as I turned eighteen. The only thing I’m upset about… I’m upset I missed all these years. And that they never told you I was alive."

"I’m no ‘kiddo’ any more." He pointed out. "Who knows maybe if you stayed here this would have never happened. But now we’ll never know will we?" Once he became an alpha he was brutally taught how to get rid of every emotion he felt towards anyone, because frankly, if he was his old self he’d be clinging onto his brother.

"True. So very true." He gave a part sigh, part chuckle. "Can't help but think, this may turn out like the first time. Hopefully not. But your personality is now pretty damned close to that first time." He turned to the wolf, and smiled, eyes going a vivid, warm brown from their normal blue. "We've done so well till now. too."

{ O-P-E-N }

Camden frowned before walking over and pulling his brother in a hug, “You don’t have to be alone. Never again, unless you want to.”

Isaac’s arms wrap tightly around Camden. “D-Don’t want to b-be alone. Pleas d-don’t leave m-me.” His body shook lightly as he clung to his brother.

"Never again. I shouldn't have left you the first time. I will never leave you again," he promised his brother, kissing his brow gently.

Camden frowned before walking over and pulling his brother in a hug, "You don't have to be alone. Never again, unless you want to."