Dangerous Infatuation

Author’s note: That was easier as I thought! I still don’t know, how I will or could let this end. What shall I do with Ezra? I need desperately the help of my Muse! Anybody seen her?


11: Jesse

For a moment, Shalimar couldn’t do anything. Even her heart seemed to stop its rapid beating. Taking a deep breath, a sigh closer to a wrenching sob escaped her. Her eyes grew large with terror before a scream filled the silence of the horror movie-like scene in the lab.
“JESSE!”
A few steps brought her to the chair where she almost slipped on the blood covering the floor beside him. Her hand searched for his heartbeat. A small sob rushed out of her.
She’d found it…
He breathed on his own…
He was alive!
It was now that she looked at Jesse’s face. It was a grimace of agony. His blue eyes were open and watching her, enlarged with fear and pain. They looked like pools filled with water, the silvery drops running down and over his cheeks.
He tried to speak but no words came out, his lips not even really moving.
“Sssh, it’s all right, I am here. I found you!”
Shalimar wasn’t sure what she was saying, she just needed to hear her own voice, calming him and mostly herself down with her words.
She felt, like she was going out of her mind, out of her head with fear. She moved mechanically, taking the surgical gauze and making a compression bandage around his wrists.
The Feral couldn’t be sure how long the blood had poured from his wounds or how much actually was on the floor, but this would hold until Adam could come and help him. Or until they could call a doctor. It simply had to…
Jesse’s breathing was laboured but not to shallow. Shalimar had calmed down a little when she put the on him EKG and his heartbeat registered on the monitor. It was strong if a bit too fast. Not dangerously high, though. The computer would sound in alarm if anything changed for the worse.
Her hand reached out for Jesse’s face, caressing his cheek and wiping the tears away. She tried to smile encouragingly but wasn’t too sure it would work.
Still holding his face, she activated her comm-link.
“Emma! Can you hear me Emma?”
Hushed voices and a noise, like someone sitting with great difficulty, filled the air before Emma answered.
“I am hear Shal, I found Brennan…”
Shal cut into her sentence.
“I found Jesse, he is alive but hurt badly. Listen, the guy who took Brennan’s shape, now has Jesse’s. He must be a shape shifter or something like that. Anyway, he’s with Adam right now!”
A surprised and worried sound escaped Emma, Shalimar heard it over their link.
“Do you know where they are right now?”
“I think, they wanted to go to the kitchen but I don’t know for sure.”
“Ok, we’re coming to you. You’re in the lab?”
“Yes.”
“Stay there, take care of Jesse. We’ll be with you in a minute.”
Relieveat hat her friend was taking charge of the situation, Shalimar turned her attention back to the blond Mutant. She was too worried right now to decide what the best course of action would be.
Careful, she bent down to look at Jesse. Tears filled her eyes and she was unable to hold them back.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I am here. I take care of you!”
Jesse closed his eyes as a signal that he understood.
A single tear fell onto his face, leaving a silver drop besides his lips. Softly, Shalimar kissed it away, leaving her lips there a moment longer in order to savour the feeling.
He was alive. Nobody would hurt him again. She’d take care of that.

Tbc.


Author’s note: I finally found the words I have lost for over a month now. I still don’t own bla, bla, bla…
A huge ‘Thank You’ belongs to Logan, Bobby and Scott better known as Wolverine, Iceman and Cyclops. They are my muse and will be as long as the movie plays in theatres!


12: In the Middle of Danger

Adam and Jesse walked through the hall. The younger man turned around from time to time, obviously very nervous. He seemed agitated about something but Adam couldn’t tell what it was.
They reached the kitchen where Jesse let the older man pass before he closed the door behind them. Leaning back against the wood, he stared at the father-like figure in front of him.
Adam turned on the coffee machine, brewing the strong liquid the way they liked it. All of a sudden, Adam turned around and brown eyes focused in on Jesse’s blue ones, searching deep within them, trying to find the reason for his anxiety. When he spoke his voice sounded as calm as always, though touched with a little curiosity.
“You want to talk or just drink a coffee?”
Jesse shrugged his shoulders. A dark shadow seemed to slide over his face, making his features look odd and jumbled for a second.
Adam swallowed his thoughts and waited for an answer.
“Talk, I think.”
“Let’s sit down then. Milk?”
Jesse nodded and then sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the table. He played nervously with his hands, twisting his fingers while Adam put his hands flat on the table’s surface.
The smell of the hot drink filled the room, failing to bring a more comfortable atmosphere to the room with it.
“Have you ever lost someone you love with your whole heart? Have you ever felt torn apart by the pain? Filling your veins wi hot hot and burning agony?”
Adam kept silent, giving him time to explain, his unspoken thoughts racing through his mind.
“Have you ever felt the anger it brings when someone you love turns her back on you? When she’s taken away from you?”
Still, Adam didn’t say anything. He knew that Jesse was talking about a girl and mentally began to worry.
“Have you ever wanted to punish a person for hurting you? Make them feel the pain they made you feel? I mean, really kill someone, slowly, without mercy?”
Adam chose to speak for the first time now. He couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
“Yes, I have felt that kind of pain and loss, but I never imagined killing anyone. And I doubt you do.”
His eyes never left Jesse’s when he took a sip from his coffee-mug. He saw a light smile curl the side of his mouth ever so slightly.
“Why not?”
His voice sounded amused and almost angry at the same time.
“Because I’ve known you for years, Jesse! You are not the type of guy to hurt someone, or even go out and kill a person, no matter how much you may desire to do so!”
Adam spoke determined to convince Jesse to believe in what he said.
He didn’t expect his answer though.
Jesse laughed in a way he’d never seen him laugh before.
His worries crept to the surface. This was not the Jesse he knew.
Adam was startled when Jesse stopped abruptly, hitting both fists hard on the table. His features flickered again, appearing strange and out of place, like his behaviour.
“You know me? I don’t think so old man. You have no idea who I am and I am sure, you don’t want to know!”
Adam calmed down again. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
“And why do you think that Jesse?”
“Because…”
Now it was Jesse’s turn to lean forward, bringing their faces as close together as possible.
Adam saw him very clearly. He saw the blue-grey colouring of his eyes, blond hair shimmering gold in the bright lights of the kitchen. His well shaped features with high cheekbones and full lips. He saw his smile, devilish and so unlike Jesse’s smile.
He saw his hand come up, felt him take his chin in a strong grip.
“…I am not Jesse!”
Adam heard the words and saw Jesse’s features vanish, transforming into someone new. His eyes grew wide with surprise.
Blond hair grew a little longer, blue-grey eyes turned piercing blue and a small, lean body turned into a broad, muscular build.
The breath Adam was holding escaped in a surprised gasp from his lungs. Still he stared wide-eyed at the man before him. One single question crossed his mind and stayed there.
Ezra smiled. He seemed to know his thoughts, as if he were able to read them, because what he said next, after releasing his chin, was exactly what Adam had been thinking.
was was your friend Jesse who caused me all this pain. He is in the lab now. You want to know what I did to him?”
Adam barely nodded his head in answer.
Ezra pulled the large hunters knife from his pocket and placed it between them on the table. The once shiny blade was now covered in dry, flaky substance. It had the dirty brownish colour that Adam immediately recognized as blood!
“How long, do you think, could he survive? With both wrists sliced open like a piece of meat?”
He stroked the knife like a beloved pet.
“He is a strong one, your little Jesse, as strong as my girlfriend was. She fell unconscious when I cut into her cheeks. She never woke up when I stabbed her eyes out with shards of glass. And her heart was still pumping strong when I placed it in her hand. It was such a beautiful sight!”
Ezra’s eyes lost focus for a moment, as he got lost in memories.
‘If I’m going to do something, I better do it now!’ Adam though and with all his strength, he pushed the table against the shape-shifter. When it connected with his body, the force was hard enough to knock him out of his chair, causing him to cry out in pain.
In an instant, Adam was on his feet, taking his chair and throwing it with all his might onto Ezra. The light wood shattered on impact, the debris covering the body on the floor.
Adam rushed to the door, pulling it open quickly. For the split second he looked back and what he saw, made his heart skip a beat.
The man he had mistaken as Jesse was already getting to his feet again. He was bleeding from various scratches from where the wood cut into his skin and he was shaking visibly. And in his bloody fist he held the knife he’d used on Jesse.
Anger was written all over his face and it was this anger that was giving him the power to overcome his physical and emotional pain.
Adam turned and ran.

Tbc







13: Death strikes

Adam ran like the devil was behind him.
In a way he was. Death had come to Sanctuary and it came in form of Ezra, the shape-shifter.
Racing down the hallway, he almost collided into Shalimar, who was rushing from the opposite direction.
“Watch out, we have…”
Her eyes flashed such an angry, yellow that it scared him. She lifted her hand in order to silence his next words.
“I know. Where is he?”
Her voice sounded cold, hard as steel and merciless.
Adam pointed over his shoulder to the kitchen when a cruel, yet calm voice reached their ears from behind.
“I am here!”
Ezra stood tall and broad in the hall. There was no way anyone could pass because he took most of the space, filling it with his dangerous and powerful appearance. And the knife could be seen in his hand.
Shal pushed Adam aside while she strode towards the man, who meant to bring death to her friend, brother and lover…
He just stood there and waited for her, the evil grin on his lips. She smiled back, her hair floating like a veil down her back, swaying in the rhythm of her steps.
“You liked it? The way he looked? In pain, his blood painting the floor a deep red!”
He chuckled at the memory. The Feral had almost reached him but he still didn’t bother to move.
Ezra had no psychic abilities so he could not feel her anger like Emma would have. He hadn’t felt how it built since she left Jesse in the lab. Her rage was clearly written in her expression, but it did not seem to faze him.
Her anger pushed her forward, rushing through her veins like fire, burning her up from the inside and it was simply too much to take. She needed an outlet and she needed it now!
Something shook loose when she saw his self-satisfied grin and a scream erupted from her lips.
Shalimar jumped up, kicking her high heels hard into the face of the devil in front of her. He flew back from the power of the kick, hitting the wall to his right hard with his shoulder. The impact spun him around and sent him facedown on the floor.


Ezra pushed himself up after taking a deep breath. Slowly, he got to his feet, hearing the footsteps of the blond mutant coming closer again.
An angry noise that sounded suspiciously close to a wolf’s growl escaped his chest as he shook his head to chase the last shadows away.
If she wanted a fight, she would get one!
He fished for the knife he’d dropped when he hit the floor. Taking it in a strong grip, he sprinted forward, out of the small hall. He needed more room to manoeuvre.
The last time he’d really had to fight was years ago. Ever since then he had attacked people behind their backs when he had to. Actually, he didn’t even need to cause he had learned a few things from his time spent in the Army.
Special Forces, the best of the best! Nothing was too difficult for them, nothing too dangerous, and nothing too bloody. They brought death to a lot of people in the name of their country and they were good at it.
He had stopped killing people and left the Unit the day he met the Puerto Rican girl.
Now she was gone…
They made him start killing again…
HE had made him kill his Girl, the only one he ever loved…
They would pay for it!


Shalimar saw the determination in the face of the Shape-shifter when he finally stopped, and faced her. She saw the same anger blazing in his eyes that she felt. For different reasons though.
A breath hissed through her closed lips before she steeled herself for the fight. They were merely a yard away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes.
The hand with the blade came forward to push it deep into her stomach.
It missed!
Again, the Feral jumped high up, pushing her body forward this time in a somersault right over his head. She landed behind him, slamming her fists hard into his back.
Ezra stumbled but stayed on his feet.
Quick as the wind he turned himself around and now it was Shal who was on the defensive. His fist connected hard with the side of her head and Shal went down on one knee, dark shadows dancing in front of her eyes. Before she could recover, she felt hands pushing her roughly up into strong arms. Her own were trapped by her side for moment, her head yanked back hard by a hand in her long hair.
A sharp pain at her throat went through her as she found her arms free to move again.
A voice whispered quietly in her ears.
“You want to know what it feels like to have a knife cut into your skin, slice through your throat, to have your lungs fill up with the blood running down through the cut?”
He pushed the knife harder against her neck. She felt it cut deeper into her skin.
“No, she doesn’t!”
Adam!
Shalimar heard a dull sound as something hit Ezra hard in the head before he let go of her. She turned around.
He wasn’t knocked out. He didn’t even fall. Instead, he raised the knife again, now painted with fresh blood, her own, to kill Adam.
The Feral still felt a little dizzy but she pushed the feeling aside. He needed her!
Grabbing the arm with the knife was easy. Taking it out of the hand holding it tightly in its grip wasn’t.
Ezra struggled to free the arm, Shalimar held onto. They pushed and pulled at each other, moving back and forth through the room.
Although the man was a lot bigger than the women, their strength seemed to be evenly matched. Their luck was not!
They’d reached the steps to the meditation and exercise area when Ezra stumbled over the first one, falling down, pulling Shal with him because she still held on to his arm.
A small sigh was the only sound that escaped Ezra’s lips when he hit the steps. His eyes grew wide and she could see the pain in them.
His skin turned very pale. Shadows took the raging anger away from his sight. A thin line of blood appeared in the corner of his mouth, running down his chin.
“You won!”
Barely a whisper, his voice breaking.
He was dead!

Tbc

Note: Just one more chapter and I am finally done, hooray! Well, or not because it was a pleasure writing this, even when it cost me some time to continue. Well, so wait for the last chapter and meanwhile, Enjoy!



14: Blood and Care

The door to the lab slid open with a hissing sound. Emma almost let go of Brennan when she saw Jesse and the blood, covering most of his body and a large part of the floor. He was alone; Shalimar was nowhere to be seen.
Tears welled in her eyes as the misery of the situation struck her.
Why was he alone? Where the hell was Shal? She said, she would stay with him!
She dragged Brennan the last few steps over to one of the medical beds, letting go of his heavy body when she was sure that he would not fall down. He couldn’t keep himself upright and fell limply onto his back, his feet dangling over the side. He did not have the energy to pull himself up into a better situation.
He saw Emma’s worried and pensive _expression and weakly waved one hand.
“I am fine.”
Of course, he was not but he, too, had seen Jesse and the blood. He needed her to stay with him in the moment.
Emma looked at Jesse’s face. His eyes were closed; his skin was sweaty and very pale. If it weren’t for the constant beeping of his heart rate on the EKG, she would have thought he was dead.
She examined the bandages around his wrists. There was blood on the surface, but she could tell that it just came from contact with his blood soaked clothing and not from more blood loss.
His hands were a clammy so she took more gauze and replaced the compression bandage. She had to keep the blood circulation alive or he could loose his hands.
A painful groan reached her ears when she cut the old bandage away. Jesse’s eyes flew open and he tried to pull the hand she was working on away.
Blood flowed anew, soaking into his already wet shirt and for a second, panic seemed to overtake her.
Brennan soft and exhausted voice filled the room.
“It’s ok. Calm down, you can do it.”
Emma closed her eyes. She took a deep breath to push the fear away.
Yes, she could, he was right. Her big eyes met Jesse’s. She saw the pain he felt in them.
“Sleep!”
She reached out to him and when they connected, she filled his mind with relaxing images, giving him the illusion that he was in bed after a full days work, falling into deep, restful slumber.
Immediately, his struggles subsided and Emma could stop the bleeding. She changed the other side, too.
Another rush of fear overtook her as she checked his vital signs. His blood pressure was dangerously low and his pulse was too high. He would go into shock if she didn’t take action.
Scared to death, she looked for the needles. He needed an infusion to replenish his lost blood supply.
Emma opened drawer after drawer heavy sobs escaping her. Where were they?
Finally, she found them and in her haste, she slipped on the wet floor.
“Ouch!”
Hot pain seared through her left ankle and took her breath away. In slow motion, she saw the needles fall out of her hand, sending gleaming drops of blood in all directions where they hit the ground.
Her hand reached out for it, feeling the disgusting, slimy texture on her fingers, where the blood touched her skin. She wanted to cry, to scream out for help or to run and hide under the blankets in her bed.
She did none of it.
Instead, she pulled herself up, grabbing onto the side of the chair, ignoring her sprained ankle completely.
Holding the needles in her shaking, blood-smeared fingers, she thought for the first time since she entered the lab to call for Adam.
But before she could open her comm link, before she could utter a single word, the door opened and he came in, Shalimar close behind.


On first sight, he thought his heart would skip a beat.
The rest of his ‘children’ were in the lab and they were in a terrible state.
Jesse’s condition seemed to be the worst. He was covered in blood and looked close to death.
Brennan was panting heavily. He looked, like he was in deep pain.
And Emma? She must have fallen down, her pants were covered in Jesse’s blood and she favoured her right foot, obviously trying not to put any weight on her left. Her face was wet with tears and he could see the relief wash over her _expression when she saw him walk through the door..
Adam was worried but with a calm, steady voice he said:
“I am here now!”
He couldn’t think of anything else to say at the moment.
Trying to get her sobs under control, Emma nodded. She held her hand out to Adam, offering him the needles.
His warm hand stroked soothingly over her cheek before he carefully took them from her hand, piercing Jesse’s veins with it, attaching the blood bag to the I.V. Port.
He wished, he could help them all at once but he couldn’t. He had to take care of them one at a time…


Shalimar walked to Emma, pulling her away and over to Brennan. Together they helped him lay down properly.
Emma was close to the edge. The strain was still holding her in its arms and she felt ready to collapse. She shivered all over and the only thing she was capable of doing at the moment was, was lying down beside Brennan pressing against his warm body.
He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her as close as he could, trying to shield her from the suffering, they all had to go through.
Shalimar looked down at her friends, cuddling so close together. Then she turned her gaze over to Jesse.
His white face scared her.
She wished, he would open his eyes and look at her the way he tha that night he came home from the bar, in that tiny moment before she pushed him into the pond.
That he would touch her the way he had, when they had danced.
The way, he did the next morning in his bed.
But he did not move! Only his chest roused ever so slightly with his shallow intake of breath.
So Shalimar simply sat down besides Emma and Brennan, pulling her knees high up to her chest. She hid her face in her folded arms and wept silent tears, wishing that day had never come. That none of this had ever happened…


Tbc.




15: Life or Death?

He felt tired. More than that, he felt morhaushausted ever before in his life. It was hard to open his eyes so he kept them closed. Even breathing was difficult.
There was still pain, burning through his veins like a liquid fire. His wrists and hands felt sore but it didn’t feel worse than the rest of his body.
Where was he?
He heard voices but they seemed so far away. His senses were all very cloudy and he felt like he was floating in midair.
Lips pressed on his heated forehead, cooling him down a little with the moist sensation. Somebody touched his face and stroked his hair and the touch was very gentle. He liked it.
Breathe, in…

Breathe, out…

He had to focus much too hard on it.

Something was terribly wrong. He knew it….


He opened his eyes. Shalimar was here. She bent over him and he could see her face with those beautiful brown eyes.

She was still there, wouldn’t leave him alone even after the way he’d treated her.

‘I love you, you know that?’

Her hand caressed his cheek.

‘Love you with all of my heart!’

She still held his face in her hands.

‘Smile, Baby. I love it when it spreads over your face like the sunrise in the morning sky.’
But she didn’t smile.

Instead, tears streamed down her cheeks and her eyes grew big in disbelieve. She screamed something he could not hear.

‘Why couldn’t he hear anything?’

Her hands took his shoulders in a strong grip and she shook him like crazy until Adam came and pushed her aside. She didn’t hurt him, though.

‘Why was he so worried?’

Adam’s warm hands touched his neck, pushing into the skin. He searched for his pulse but there was none. His fist came down on his chest, hitting him hard, twice.

He yelled instructions to Shal and Emma, who appeared from the spot where he couldn’t have seen her. Her face looked as shocked as Shalimar’s but she held herself together, under control, although she looked like she wanted to cry.

‘Don’t cry, Emma, I am here, I am fine.’

Adam took the paddles and placed them on his chest. The beeping from the loading machine filled the room. He turned quickly to the girls at his side, saying something and both stepped back a bit.

‘Who is dead? What are you doing, Adam?’

In slow motion, he saw Adam look at him. He saw his eyes. He was so scared and worried! But there was also the determination to rescue him.

Adam’s hands came forward and he put the paddles on the Jesse’s chest, the cool metal slick from the lube. For a second, one tiny moment before Adam pushed the red button, it actually felt good on his burning skin…
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Shalimar just sat on the bed for a long time. The time came when she had stopped crying. She listened to the sounds Adam was making. Heard Brennan whisper sweet nothings into Emma’s ears to calm her down.

She still cried but slowly, her sobs and the shivers running through her whole body subsided. Shal could feel it because they sat so close together, they touched each other.

When the Feral couldn’t stand the feeling of helplessness anymore, she stood up and walked slowly, inch by inch, over to Jesse. For a moment she did not dare to look at him. She was afraid that he might vanish or something like that. But he was there when she finally looked at him.

His face was as white and his clothes were as bloody as before. He was breathing, yes, but his breaths sounded harsh and were very shallow. She could see his body was working hard to stay alive,.

Her hand found his face. His skin was wet and very cold. His hair was sweaty and clung to his forehead and she pushed it away.

Shalimar was overwhelmed by wide variety of emotions. She needed a release and found it when she leaned down, to press a sweet his on Jesse’s forehead. She was surprised to see Jesse open his eyes, as she moved back.

He seemed to look at her for the split of a second before his eyes got cloudy all of a sudden. The sound of his heartbeat from the monitor changed at the same time. It turned in a long, steady beep.

Her heart simply stopped beating. This could not be, he couldn’t leave her like this!

She wanted to tell him so much more. They never really talked after that night. She never told him, how much she loved him…

Her eyes were watering so badly, she could hardly see.

“Jesse! Jesse, no!”

Shalimar shook his shoulders in an effort to bring him back, his limp body heavy in her hands until Adam pushed her to the side. She almost stumbled as she moved out of the way.

“I can’t find his pulse. He is not breathing!”

Adam’s voice was like that of a stranger to her ears. Jesse’s head rolled to the side when Adam hit his fist on his chest. His eyes were still open but she couldn’t see any life in them.

She heard Adam telling her things he needed but she was not in a state to help him.

Jesse was dying…

Emma left Brennan’s arms the moment she heard Shalimar scream Jesse’s name. One look at her friend’s white face, her trembling lips and her tear filled eyes was enough to see that she would be of no help so she rushed to help Adam. She didn’t want to because it was her friend who was dying but she could not consider not do it…

Brennan pushed himself up on his arms and somehow managed to sit upright. Pain rushed through his body from the poison Ezra had injected into his veins but he didn’t care. He was dizzy and all he wanted to do was lay down but he had to watch. He watched and for the first time in his life he prayed to God…

Adam acted like a machine. He didn’t think, he just worked.
He prayed, too. Not for help from above but for his own strength and knowledge.
That it would be enough to keep this man, one of his ‘children’ alive…

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The fourth bolt of energy rushed through Jesse’s body. An irregular beeping filled the room, growing steadier as the seconds ticked away after his body lay still again.

Shalimar’s legs gave way and she slipped to the ground, shielding her face in her hands.

Brennan dropped relieved back onto the bed, wiping tears away with shaking hands.

Emma simply turned back to the table, putting whatever she held in her hands on its’ surface, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath for the first time in what seemed like ages.

And Adam? His fingers found the weak but steady pulse and all he could do was cry…

Tbc



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