Page 2 of The Blood Guardian

"Him." Luke pointed at the handsome man at the bar. "The one with the long hair speaking with the bartender." It was worth a try, and Luke would try anything to get out of this fuckers grip. He was bad news, and Luke knew he was in for an evening of pain and humiliation if he didn’t get away from this guy.

He started to laugh and tightened his grip on Luke's upper arm. "He works here, and trust me, honey, he doesn't do dates. He's security and is not exclusive with any man so he wouldn't mind if I take a round or two out of you first." So that had no effect at all.

"I'm sick, and I'm going to throw up." He began making gagging sounds.

"Come on, baby, let me get you to the back where you can vomit all you want while I plow your ass." Luke started to fight, making as much trouble as he could, but the man was really strong and held Luke to his side as he swept him through the crowd to the back area of the bar.

Luke was stunned by how fast he moved, and a sharp panic set in fast. He started to scream, but the guy covered his mouth, making it difficult to breathe, which just exacerbated his panic.

At the back of the bar was a wide hallway that led to the bathrooms and a darkened area beyond. Luke could hear salacious sounds coming at him from every direction in the dark and realized no one here was going to help him.

"Now, my lovely little fuck, I'm going to tell you what to do, and you are going to do it." He spoke low and menacing and dug his fingers into Luke's arms, making himself clear.

"You may finish this night in one piece, or you may not. That all depends on how well you please me." The guy was so sickening.

“I’ll kill you if you touch me.” Luke shot back.

“Oh, honey please try, it would make my evening so much more exciting. Fight me and see where that gets you.” He finished on a low threatening tone and then suddenly a door opened, and Luke was tossed inside.

"What the hell?" Luke stumbled backward and hit the floor. It was a small closet, and his heart sank when the door closed. Luke started to fight with everything he had, hands and feet flying, but this man simply laughed at him and backhanded him.

Luke made as much noise as he could, yelling, screaming nocking shit around in the hopes that someone would come. The strikes were hard and fast, and his body was feeling every single one.

CHAPTER TWO

“There’s a problem in back.” The bartender spoke to Rall. “People are reporting screams from a closet.” The bartender smiled.

"Yeah, probably someone getting fucked into next week, and I get to walk in on it." Rall pushed away from the bar and took a leisurely look around the room. Speaking of being fucked into next week, he really needed to find a willing body soon.

Maybe the guy in the closet will be up for round two when he gets there. He laughed at the thought. So far, he'd had plenty of offers, but no one had piqued his interest. For some reason, he was suddenly becoming picky, and even the sweet, tender twinks weren’t turning him on.

The moment he entered the back of the bar he noticed the heaviness in the air. It was not right, something was off, and it was affecting him in a way that left him suddenly anxious. It wasn’t just someone getting reamed in the closet there was something devasting going on here and Rall took immediate notice of the silence. He moved quickly toward the closet.

There were no sounds from inside. There was blood on the floor, and the scent was familiar. It turned his world upside down. His previous humor over what was happening in the closet vanished in an instant, and it was replaced by a cold and focused awareness.

He was almost afraid to open the door and lay eyes on what was beyond. His heart was beating in his ears, and his vision narrowed to the door in front of him and nothing else. Grabbing the handle, he jerked it open, and there on the floor with clothes torn and his body bleeding was a man.

Recognition hit him at once, but he had to keep it under control. Too much was happening, and too much needed to be done; he had no time to flip out. The smell of blood filled the air and filled his mind as a heated red rage engulfed him.

His vampire was thundering beneath his skin in response to the vision before him. This man, who looked to be in his early twenties, was struggling to wrap his clothes around him and to get up.

"It's okay, you're okay," Rall said softly while reaching out to him. He wasn't one to coddle or soothe. It wasn't in his wheelhouse, but the man needed a gentle hand, a soft voice, and he was going to do his damn best to deliver. "Here, take my jacket.”

Rall blocked the doorway so no one could see the poor man hoping to give him a modicum of privacy. He helped him pull on the jacket and adjust his clothing so that he was covered. The man did not look at him and did not speak. Rall gave him a visual once over and he appeared to be physically okay although there were plenty of cuts and bruises.

The bleeding had stopped, and his wounds were surface, the physical wounds. He most certainly had other wounds that went deep, and their seriousness was reflected in his gaze, his expression, and his stance.

Rall reached out to steady him, but the man reared back panicked and afraid. “I’m not going to hurt you.” There were tears in the man’s eyes which he tried to hide by wiping his face with the back of hand. Rall reached into his pocket and gave him his handkerchief.

“Please let me help you.” The man finally nodded and stared at the floor but did not speak. Every stupid fucking comment he’d ever made about the easy ass attainable in this establishment came back to shame him. Assaults made such comments so unfunny.

Rall just wanted to take him into his arms and bundle him up, keeping him safe from all the pain and threats that were circling him. He didn't know his name, and his heart was screaming for something more, either contact or acknowledgment or simply a glance so that his man would see him.

“How is he?” Trent a fellow soldier came up behind him startling him since he was so focused on the man in the closet.

“He’ll be fine I got him.” Rall blocked Trent’s view of the room not wanting the man to be on display. “Clear the area and I’ll take him to the surveillance room to relax and compose himself.” It wasn’t long and the back area was vacant. Trent got everyone out and gave Rall the all clear.

Rall stepped closer to the man who was bent over cowering in the corner of the closet. He carefully placed his hand on the guys shoulder and although he flinched, he did not pull away. “Come with me. You can stay in the surveillance room relax and tell me what happened.” The guy shivered and then nodded his head. “Everyone is gone there’s no one out there. You’re safe with me.”

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