My Bloody Revenge

"Will he be alright?” Lyra looks at Jaze with worry. He restlessly paces back and forth while both Lyra and Lydoran are seated. They keep following his consistent back and forth pacing with their eyes as Jaze keeps mumbling things to himself. Anger clearly visible not even a blind could miss it.

"The poor boy lost his horses ages ago. He will be fine."

"Horses?" Lyra turns her gaze towards Lydoran who in turn laughs heartily at her puzzled look. "I'm not a loony or gone mental." Jaze interrupts frustrated.

"Going by how long you've been pacing while mumbling to yourself, I'll say you have gone beyond mental my dear son.”

"And lost your horses?" Lyra contributed timidly. Unsure if it was a good thing to say. Lydoran throws his head back laughing merrily. And loudly.

Taking out two blood bags Jaze walks over to his maker and slaps him with one of the bags before handing it to him, mumbling out.” Idiot"

Ignoring Jaze's little jab, Lydoran empties the las drops in his bag with a loud, satisfied, slurp then discards it in the trash can. "Back to the issue at hand. What does it mean for little love here that he has found her?"

Jaze looks directly at Lyra. "Trouble. Nothing we can't handle though

"I don't want to go back there. Ever. I have defied him, gone against every rule he's eve taught me. My punishment will therefore be something equal to what I've done." Just thinking about what EImir might do to her if brought back causes tears to form in her eyes. Knowing there will be no mercy sends shivers throughout her entire body. Unconsciously she starts to rub arms and legs as if being cold. Ghost pain spreads in every scar on her body.

"Hey...No no." Lydoran whispers softly. "None of that, love. Your safe. Come here.” Lifting her up gently he places her in his lap then holds her close. Nearly hiding her within his strong arms and large frame. "No one will take you from us.”

"Do you think he noticed who she was there with?" Jaze muses leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Don't think so but even if he did there is nothing he can do. We are both powerful players with both money and connections. But we need to know more about him."

Clearly frustrated and again agitated, Jaze starts over with his back and forth pacing. He keeps glancing over at a cuddled-up Lyra and every time a little smile plays on his lips. Both boys’ notices after a while that she had fallen asleep but leaves her where she is. None of them wanted to let her out of their sight and it is clear that Lydoran refuses to let go of her. “I'll make a trip to the office later this week and gather some of our most trusted employees and have them gather information on the creep.”

"Try and see what can be found about that pig from the mall as well. Greg." Lydoran adds in distaste.

"Good idea."

"Will you please stop pacing!”

"Sorry. I'm just so fucking pissed off and frustrated. Every freaking time we take her out something happens that ruins everything. First the slime douche and now fucking don douche of all barf mongers. Fantastic. I so want to beat the shit out of them then drink them dry."

"I know how you feel and if aloud we would do just that, but we can't. The fight isn't ours to battle. Not yet at least.” Lydoran says calmy to his son in hopes to not agitate him further. Fangs could be seen fully elongated and muscles strained against the fabric of his clothes. "Have you seen her body?" Jaze hissed out angrily. "Not a single part of her body has been spared. She has nightmares almost every single night and I bet ya it's because of him."

Sighing heavily, Lydoran looks down on the sleeping girl tucked away in his arms. Softly he moves her closer to his chest by snaking his arms tighter around her small body. He has not seen the full damage of her past but some scars have crossed his line of sight and they were not a pretty sight. Her back is littered with all kinds and shapes of scars and will forever be etched into his memory. He very well understands Jaze's frustration and need for actions but until EImir does something directed personally at them neither of them can get involved. “We will keep her happy, protected and safe. I can promise you that. He will only get to her over my dead body."