Jettermane # 4

Jettermane sat in total shock after he had finally forced all bar Emil to leave. He didn’t know what kind of game everyone was playing but he was sure they were all just screwing with his head. Because if it was true than everything he believed about himself would have to be a lie. He had thought that his family had rejected him – that they just didn’t want him. If it was all a lie –or a bend in the truth as Blayze had suggested – then it was even worse because if what they told him was true then he had been reject by not just his family but by his whole race.

Shaking his head in disbelief he decided it couldn’t possibly be true. If he really was a vampire than why couldn’t he remember ever consuming blood? Didn’t vampires need blood, or had every movie and TV series gotten it wrong?

“Blood,” he murmured.

“I beg your pardon?” Emil asked from where he sat in the only chair the room held.

“Why don’t I drink blood? Vampires drink blood. Why don’t I?” He stared at Emil hoping he had some answers which made any kind of sense at all.

Emil shook his head, “I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t understand any of this. I just want to go home. You at least are going home. Me, I am going to God knows where to more than likely be locked away for my natural life. I didn’t ask for this little adventure but he I am caught up in the middle of it all.”

“I’m sorry,” Jettermane whispered. He felt bad for the poor guy. He had not long started at the institute and now his whole life had been turned upside down. Their attention turned as part of the wall slid open and a TV screen appeared. Emil turned his chair so he could see the screen better. Jettermane wondered what the hell was going on.

Tangen’s voice came over the speaker system. “We will be a little while in getting to the wormhole that will take us closer to Ximenez. So I thought you might like to see a little part of or world my Xerx. Hopefully this will give your memory a boost so you remember just who you are and what you mean to our people.” His voice faded away and the screen filled with scene after scene of cities, villages and people.

Nothing seemed familiar.

Part way through the show a picture of a young man came into view and it struck Jettermane that he should know this person. He had to be only a few years younger than his own twenty-one years. His pale face was framed in the most luxurious black curls his eyes were so pale nearly all the blue had leeched out of them. Why was he so familiar? Who was he? He heard Emil gasp at the sight of this young man.

“Stop the film.” The film instantly paused. “Who is that man?”

“Do you remember him?” Tangen’s voice quavered and Jettermane wondered why.

“I don’t know. I have a feeling he is important to me?” The sadness portrayed in the gaze of the young man frozen on the screen called out to him.

Silence was all he heard for a handful of heartbeats.

A new voice came through the speakers - Blayze’s voice. “His name is Ariegen Demollic. He is the last of his kind. We were sworn to protect him and we failed. The Clandyke Coven stole him away. He is their price - You for him - If we give them you; then they will return him unharmed.”

Fear and hatred raced through Jettermane in equal quantities. “And is this the reason I am being taken back; so you can trade me away?”

“No!” Was shouted from the many people he couldn’t see.

“I think we need to talk about this face to face. Come here and tell me what is going on.”

~*~

Emile sat in stunned silence as he stared at the face of the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his whole life. He looked like an angel. His hear raced as he heard the name of such beauty ‘Ariegen Demollic’ an exquisite name for such a beautiful man. His breathing became erratic as vision of this man smiling at him and running his hands all over his body filled his head. He had never even met this man so how could he remember being with him in such an intimate way?

“Arie,” the word slipped from his lips as the others filed into the room. He didn’t pay them any attention his full focus was on the screen.

“Doctor, do you recognise the man on the screen?” Tangen spoke in the softest tone, and yet it still Emil felt his insides quake. He was going to fall apart and he didn’t know why.

“Emilian, I asked you a question.”

Emil lifted his gaze until it locked on the big man before him. Tangen had dropped to one knee and still he seemed to tower over his small stature. Emil blinked furiously at the tears filling his eyes. He was terrified of what he was about to hear.

“Emilian?” Tangen gently reached out a hand and cupped his face, and Emil couldn’t stop himself from leaning it the touch.

Emil’s let his gaze briefly flicker back to the screen before locking onto Tangen’s face. “He is mine.” He words came out barely above a whisper.

An emotion passed across Tangen’s face and Emil didn’t quite understand what it all meant until Tangen spoke. “He is ours - Arie is a part of our family”

“Our family?”

“Our mate.”

Emil felt the floor racing up to meet him but just before the darkness claimed him he felt solid arms catch him, and holding him against a warm chest.

He felt safe.