Cold Ancient Barriers Ch. 06byLaVie©
Oye, this story will be in the Nonhuman section from this day forth. Warning that a lot of the erotic-ness in the whole story will either be very romantic, or very non consent, there won't be any casual, everyday sex scenes. Bonne journée baby. Erotic comes in next chapter, AND ONLY this chapter is detailed with the Master's story. It's kind of unusual to put in a story that has all this non consent and romantic intimacy but you need to know the characters in and out.
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He snapped his fingers and a blue flame emerged from in between them. "Which one of you helped Chester?" he asked, and stood in front of Gina to keep the men from having a negative influence on her. "Nod. I won't kill you, or at least not right away."
Nobody moved a muscle.
"Well, did anyone here hurt Gina?"
Still, not one of them nodded, so he turned to Gina and bent down to her level.
"I'm willing to put my brother's life on the line for you and it's only been a few months since you moved in," he eased in closer and lowered his voice to a slight whisper, their foreheads touching. "Please tell me, I'll believe you. I want to know who put their hands on you. Nobody gets away with that on my property, nobody. Gina, please? Even if you lie, I'm not going to hurt you for it. I'll be disappointed but not with you."
She hadn't quite moved in, he'd taken her. Gina's eyes flicked to Abel's, and she knew that if she told him the truth . . . the roof would cave in. She had to give her mate something, but not the truth. The truth was shameful, and it made her feel filthy. The truth was something Armando wouldn't expect, that's why she knew his reaction wouldn't be as understanding as what he claimed it would be.
Bit by bit, she gathered up enough courage to make it seem as if she was going to be honest, and ordered herself to get a grip on her bodily language.
"He hit me. Abel hit me but it was-"
She squealed as his fist flew out and met with Abel's face. Abel's head flipped to the side, and he groaned behind the tape in pain.
"Look at me," Armando hissed.
Abel tried to shake the sudden dizziness out of his head. The punch had struck a nerve that left him feeling giddy. He tried to open his left eye, but found that it wasn't moving anymore. To him, the force his brother had hit him with was equivalent to a sledgehammer being repeatedly smashed into his skull. He couldn't believe Armando was doing this, what had got over him?
"Look at me!" he roared and slapped him upside the head. "You're my brother, my older brother." he growled. Venom dripped down his chin as he placed his hand around Abel's jaw, and tore off the black tape with the other. "So what's the deal? What made you so mad that-"
Armando cut his sentence off with a solid uppercut. "Don't interrupt me. I said, what made you so mad that you had to punch her? You're a damn Ancient, you never touch the Princess. You're my brother, of all the people, you should know better."
"You haven't even heard why, Armando, and you're throwing punches already!" he protested. "Listen to her."
"You don't say a word," he pointed at Abel, then turned to his mate. "Tell me Gina, why did he hit you?"
She backed away when he took a step towards her. "I . . . don't want to . . ."
"Gina." he warned, and tightened his grip on Abel's mouth.
"Let her explain Armando-"
He'd completely forgotten where Armando's hand was resting, and a sickening crunch was heard, making everyone in the room cringe. He'd squeezed Abel's jaw into breaking, but it'd only take an hour or two to heal.
"I told you not to speak. I don't want to hear it, Abel." he snarled. "Why'd he punch you Gina?"
In the heat of the moment, she just had to lie again. She didn't want to see him do something atrocious again. She still couldn't get the sick image of his arm ripping through Chester out of her head.
"Hold on," Armando impatiently pulled out a new strap of tape and placed it around Abel's bleeding mouth. "Forgive me for whatever I may do to you after she tells me, Abel. I'm sorry, I can't remember the last time I've hit you."
He slipped the roll into his pocket and led her outside of the room by her elbow, slamming the door shut behind them. His patience was yet again wearing thin, and he was infuriated with his mate for stalling but made no attempt to show it. He'd scared her enough and she was already terrified of confronting him about whatever happened to her.
"I'm sorry!" she whined when it sunk in that he was mad. He'd slammed that door pretty hard.
"Gina, I'm not . . . too angry. Tell me, please?"
"No," She dropped her head forward.
With his mouth shut, barely containing his frustration, he sauntered off and placed his hands against the cavern walls.
"It's not fair, Gina," His eyes dwelled over her. "I just need an answer. Did you hit him first? Yell at him? Push his buttons?"
He strode back to where she was standing on knees that felt like jelly, and cupped the side of his mate's face. "I can see that you're scared. I know I made you feel like you always had to capitulate to me, but I'm capitulating to you. Whatever you want me to do, I will do, if you tell me. I will get on my knees if I have to. Will you tell me please?"
She met his eyes and looked away, but he stepped into her line of vision again, and brought his other hand up to cup her head again.
"I won't hurt you," he reassured her. "I never have. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad that you're hurt and I'm mad my older brother did it. Don't be scared love, I don't want to scare you. Tell me?"
She finally gave up. "Okay, but will you contain yourself if I do? I don't like it when you . . . you know, get mad at me." Reaching up, she wrapped an arm around his neck for her own sake. She didn't want him to end up setting the whole room on fire, knowing she'd go down with them all.
Registering her gesture as a sign of comfort, he knew this wasn't good. She was too nervous to be this comfortable around him, unless she felt she had to rely on him to fix things. If the victim had to comfort the monster, then something had gone wrong.
"I won't be mad at you," He leaned down and grabbed her hand. "Feel this," he said.
He placed her hand on his chest and slowly led it to where it rest over his heart. "My heart is beating so fast right now in surprise. I can't believe Abel hit you, yet I do because I trust you. If you can trust me with trusting you about telling me that someone much more innocent than me hurt you, then what is the extent of your trust?" he asked softly. "Why did he hit you? Did he do anything else? You're acting as if he . . . did something worse."
His heart was indeed beating rapidly, she observed. She was actually quite shocked this whole situation would trigger something like this out of him.
Lie, lie or you'll be the one to die. You know he won't actually hurt Abel. You have no proof, so lie. But if you tell the truth, it's either now or never, right? The dilemma was too difficult but she had to pull through.
"Do one thing for me then. Spare Ethan. He did a wrong, but he had no choice. Will you promise you won't hurt him?" she pleaded.
He gazed into her eyes, and nodded. "I promise you I will spare Ethan. He works as a mid-rank and helps manage the security, he has a clean record. I'll spare him on your behalf."
"Well, Abel hit me because when he was trying to get me away from the three dead bodies, we'd began to fight." she lied. God, she hated herself for lying. She was cutting a deeper wound into him than into herself, lying to the man who never trusted a soul and was relying on her to tell him the truth. "We fought because I wouldn't leave, I wanted to investigate further."
Armando was about to make sure she was being honest when the worst of the worst happened. The second set of sirens in a month went off.
She'd expected him to go berserk in anger, but the expression on his face was unreadable. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
Gina had never heard sirens like these ones before. They were almost hypnotizing. These were very slow, and every room in the property including the rooms of the dungeon were now slowly lighting up with a red hue. The sound fluctuated in a haunting manner.
Armando's jaw seemed inseparable. These sirens meant someone was here, and it was someone completely banned from being near him.
Just as he expected, Calvin called. He held Gina's wrist firmly as he took the call.
"Cal, who's here?" The only possibilities were Chester, or . . .
"Your mother, Luna, is here."
The petrified look in his eyes mirrored Gina's, and the phone dropped between them, landing with a thud on the hard ground as the tension in the air rose.
Dawn was awakening, and it was only five O'clock in the morning. Gina was feeling out of place.
Just minutes ago, Gina had been shaking him by the shoulders, trying to get him to move but he remained stone solid.
"Where are we going!?" she tried to pull away but he continued dragging her along with him through the dark forest. He felt lightheaded as he hadn't fully healed, but nothing was going to stop him from getting rid of Luna for good.
The moist, frosty grass crushed under the soles of their feet, and clouds formed before their faces every time they breathed in the aroma of the fresh grass. Gina winced as a branch stabbed at her foot, but when she looked down at his bloody feet, she realized how much of a coward she was being.
"I can't believe this," he murmured to himself. Day after day, problems were constantly piled up on their shoulders. Abel had not only laid a hand on a woman, but his mate! And now, Luna was here to bring back everything he'd tried to run away from.
He'd left Ethan and Arthur in the dungeon, but made arrangements for Calvin to bring Abel to where they were going. It was time to face his mother.
Gina tugged at her wrist again but he squeezed.
"Stop resisting because I don't want you to get hurt." he ordered and glanced over his shoulder to examine his mate. The bruise was getting worse, and all he really wanted to do was comfort her and hold her but he couldn't, because he wouldn't want to let go and they'd waste time. The bruise was a big blob of purple and blue that covered a quarter of her face.
"Stop resisting Gina!" he warned again.
When she cowered down, his tone softened.
"Hey, I wasn't yelling at you." He stopped to softly pat the top of her head and get her attention, but she didn't dare look up at him.
"Gina, look at me."
Her eyes fixed on the scar below his eye.
"I wasn't yelling at you, sweetheart."
"Where are we going? Is it far?" she asked innocently, placing one foot atop the other.
He noticed her feet were cold and most likely in pain. He stooped down to scoop her up in his arms, and shook his head. "Nowhere far. We're going to get this intruder off our property. We need to start running."
"Are you going to fight? You're not healthy enough. You should've listened to Ishmael . . . "He looked down at her and nearly cracked a smile. No, the trust bond they had wasn't broken. It was still there.
"I will if I have to." He gave her one last kiss, and let her wrap her arms around him.
"Did you find her? Mummy?"
"Your mummy?" His smile faded in curiosity, but in her eyes he was unimpressed. Gina's cheeks flushed and she looked away. She didn't want to be viewed as a child.
In reality, he was curious as to how it felt to address someone as a mum, mom, mother, or a mommy.
He tried to look past the memories that were coming as a splurge into his mind, and curled his fingers around her wrist.
"No embarrassment there. Come on." He began running, holding in his breath to lessen the stabbing pain in his lungs. It was getting much worse.
He ignored her question again, and rushed up the long stairs to the arches supported by long rows of pillars, which led to the two main doors of his "home". His hand was hovering over the door knob when the doors flew open.
His heart crashed in his chest, and he just about dropped Gina.
The woman who'd terrorized him and killed his little brother, stood there in his home, on his property, with her hands on his doors.
"Armando?" Luna whispered, her eyes cold and fiendish. In her hand she had a shard raised, but her expression for some reason was soft. She was being deceptive, and failing to do so.
He wondered if this was the last sight he would see before he died. If he were to die, he'd make sure to let Gina know how he felt about her in his last few breaths.
"Don't call me by my name." He placed Gina on her feet, his eyes taking on a wild rouge.
"I hate you so much," his eyesight blurred, then adjusted on her face. The woman he hadn't seen in hundreds of years was now present on his property. Her presence weakened the barriers he'd put around his heart and his mind. She'd created a sociopath, a psychopath.
"Why are you in my home? Get out of here."
"Where's Abel?" she asked lightly.
"Leave. Take him and leave. He's coming."
His mouth twitched in anger when the woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
"My son, my strong, strong son is still alive. Armando, I'm sorry," she said. "Come with me, you and Abel, and we can all start over-"
She stumbled as he pushed his mother off himself. "For heaven's sake, go to hell." he cursed in Spanish. "I have another woman in my life now, someone who I care about that cares about me, and I'd rather have her in my life than you. Get out of here, Luna."
Gina, who was now guarded by his torso in her way, listened carefully to what he was saying. Was he saying these things to just provoke Luna to leave? Or did he mean what he said? Either way, it touched her and brought her to the brink of tears.
Luna finally stopped feigning her sorrow, and raised her hand to slap her son, but his hand flew out and grabbed her wrist. It was too late, and he twisted, hearing the satisfied crack he wanted to hear.
"Armando, she's your mother!" Gina began pulling him back by the waist, but gasped when Luna's attention shifted to her.
She screamed and doubled over, trying to protect herself. The shard missed her, securing itself in the soil beside her. Thinking she was fine, she swung her head up to see what was happening but all she saw was a woman's hand reach out towards her, and down she went again.
Armando ran to cover his mate from the vile woman, and took the shard lodged in the grass in his hands.
"Don't touch her," he bared his fangs. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you if you don't get out of here right now. Never come back, you're nothing to me. You killed your own son!" His throat went raw from screaming at her, and all he could do was cough as she advanced towards him. "I'll kill you."
"Show me what you've got then," she narrowed her eyes.
Although he was more powerful than his mother, he couldn't escape her venom when he was in a weak state. Her teeth ripped into his shoulder and spread the poison through him, but he managed to grab her by the head and launch her through the air. He felt terrible putting his hands on a woman, but this wasn't a woman. This was . . . there was no word that could succinctly describe what she was.
"I'm your mother-"
"You're not my mother," he snarled, cutting her off completely. He let his monster release itself and stuck his hands out in front of him as his skin paled into a porcelain white. There was no color and no signs of blood circulation under his skin now. He looked dead.
Ancient markings began appearing all over his body. They cuffed his biceps with two black rings, each made of miniature, Roman encodings. On his bare chest appeared his Ancient symbol in a larger size than on his back.
"Konrad." he hissed, and got off his knees.
Luna watched as her son's eyes drowned into a full white, then these thin, vertical and red slits appeared in the center of them. This was a form of not just an Ancient, but a devil. Her son had summoned the deepest form he had, and that was a demon; the devil, they called it.
"Calm down and bring me Abel, that's all I came here for. I'm your mother, listen to me." she tried to maintain an authoritative voice, but it came out hesitantly.
"My mother? Five hundred years and you don't show a shred of emotion. I should kill you right here and right now. Don't you ever call yourself my mother again."
Would Abel choose to go with his mother who'd unexpectedly come to retrieve him? Most likely. It hurt to know the truth, but he couldn't blame Abel. Abel had a strong motherly bond with her, something Armando was deprived of.
He stepped closer to her as the muscles of his neck contracted, then extended. Luna watched with a ghastly expression as his face began resembling his father's final form.
She hated his father with everything she had. She despised him for breaking her heart, and she couldn't bear reflecting over the things he'd put her through; hundreds of years ago. She almost dropped her calm aura but kept it, and decided she'd never come back here again.
"Konrad," Armando repeated, and didn't allow his eyes to leave hers as he reached behind him and pulled the hood of his cloak over his head. He didn't have anything else to say to her; he hated her so bad. He didn't see any of her in himself. He didn't have her dark eyes on her chestnut hair or her tanned skin, he carried his father's traits and he was proud. If he had even reflected her appearance her by a bit, he would have killed himself.
Luna couldn't move as she stared with wide eyes at what had become of the little boy she remembered from centuries ago. She had expected him to die in the woods alone, not prosper into what he was now.
By releasing his monster, he'd summoned a demon, and he could feel it; she could feel it too.
The red slits regarded her as a scuffling sound accompanied them.
They both turned their heads as Calvin and Abel appeared.
All her fear was gone. "Abel, my baby!"
Gina weakly opened her eyes at the name, and began to panic at the sight of her rapist.
Abel tore away from Calvin's side and pulled his mother into his arms, who looked no older than him. Armando could only watch as the two began expressing how dearly they missed one another.
His knees almost gave in as the son and mother continued embracing. Why couldn't he share a hug with his mother, why didn't she love him that way? He was her son too. Why did she leave him out, why didn't she call him her "baby"?
He had so many questions. Where was his father, why was Konrad dead, and why didn't she give Armando the gift of having a mother?
Where was her emotion, her remorse? And how, how could she live with herself knowing she brought a life into this earth then took it out.
Gina watched as he began tearing and backing away, letting his body return into his human form.
He was heartbroken and this was a wound he'd never heal from. He could never get his mother to look at him as her son, or show affection to him.
He could never look at himself as a complete man knowing this was the woman who created him.
Growing up, all he could do was envy other children as their parents laughed away, pushing their children on swings, hugging them, and kissing them when they had a boo-boo. He hadn't had a childhood.
"Take him and leave, I never want to see any of you again. I hate you Abel, and when I find out what happened, I'll kill you if I have to."
"Armando," Abel tore away from Luna and went to hug his brother. "I'm sorry. I have to go I mean, I haven't see Sifién or Ethien, nor have you for how many years now?"
"Get off me," Armando lowered his head to cover his emotions. He tried to nudge Abel off his back but couldn't till Luna stormed up to him and pulled Abel away.