My Boyfriend is a Monster (2 page)

Lily thought Todd would probably get Martin to finally shoot Rick if she didn’t leave him this time. And since Martin served in the Marines and actually keeps a gun in the store he just might. Then she got off topic thinking how hot Martin would look in his Marine Uniform and it was too bad that he was gay. Then Todd ruined it since she could only imagine the weird roleplaying games Todd would want to use the Marines uniform for and her sexy Marine distraction became a creepy Todd thing complete with cheesy dialogue. Chuckling she stared at the door way to the bathroom then sighed since it seemed so very far away. “Come on Lily
,” she cheered and began her painful shuffle to self-assessment.

FOUR: Round One

Yaroslav stood fast and ready as Nathan finally walked out of the cover of darkness into the open. He was young and handsome and nothing like he was expecting.

“Y
ou are Nathanial?” Yaroslav asked, his accent was thick.

Nathan smiled and nodded.

Yaroslav laughed deep and heavy. “But you are little baby.”

Nathan suddenly felt a little offended. “I am over two hundred years old sir.”

He held up his hand trying to make himself stop. “I apologize,” he said calming down a bit. “I hear stories of this Chakan, with the power of all five rings . . . a Warrior.”

Caught off guard Nathan tried to correct him over the noise of the rain.
“I never made such a claim.”

Yaroslav continued without hearing him. “Stories of slaughter and murder - and I pray I find such a worthy foe,” he said then paused while looking Nathan up and down. Then he began to laugh again. “Then I find little baby.”

Holding his arms out Nathan tried to look himself over. “I wouldn’t call myself a baby.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Yaroslav stuttered. “Tiny Kitten - with claws,” he said erupting with amusement.

Nathan knew he was only trying to coax him into getting angry and lose his cool which he did not. But it didn’t make it any easier or any less annoying. “I apologize if you find me disappointing.”

Yaroslav waved his hand over his own laughter. “Tell me little kitty, do you have big sharp teeth? Or do you still have little kitten teeth? Maybe you like to g
naw on ball of yarn,” he said making hand gestures as if he had some yarn. He led the imaginary string around the ground smiling as if Nathan would begin chasing it.

“You’re really starting to piss me off, Russki,” he said already abandoning his non-threatening humble approach.

Yaroslav stopped laughing. Taking Nathan’s words as an insult he accepted the challenge and began. Throwing his shoulders forward to make room for his body to widen his bones cracked and sang out in unison. Becoming bulkier he clenched his hands creating an explosion of crackles and pops while his mouth started to spasm. Saliva started to pool in his mouth and slide down his chin. Backing up slowly Nathan realized he may have to resort to plan B.

FIVE: A Picture Is Worth a 1000 Words

Standing in front of her full length mirror in the bathroom touching her swollen right eye gingerly and wincing each time Lily couldn’t help but question its authenticity. “It looks, fake,” she said examining it. Deciding to test the theory she touched it a little harder. Crying out instantly she fanned her hand in front of it chuckling at her own stupidity. “Doesn’t feel fake, stupid twat,” she said then giggled and put her hand over her mouth. “I don’t think I ever called myself a twat before,” Lily said trying to remember if she watched any BBC recently. Still amused she reached for the cloth lying on the facet and recoiled as her back screamed in pain. Moving closer to the sink by way of baby steps she let the hot water drown the cloth.

Learning her lesson painfully she decided to just stay in front of the mirror above the sink. Taking the cloth that was beginning to dam up the bowl and wringing it out she began to pat it over her lips. She followed the trail slowly. Letting it soak and flake off naturally rather than forcing it. Gingerly she guided it over the stale blood and then cautiously over the large bubble that formed on part of her lip. Noticing the stains went in two directions she finished off her chin area then pursued a little that splattered across her cheek. Running the cloth under the water again she noticed blood trailing down her neck where it jumped onto her top making little spatters, ruining it.

Then Lily caught it in the corner of the mirror. Her almost perfect red bloody hand print seemed to wave at her from the white wall behind her. Was it saying good bye or welcoming her back?

Staring at herself in the mirror she became angry knowing the women staring back at her was practically a stranger. Deciding to give the reflection a smile she took pity at the swollen face smiling back. “Don’t want to see you no more,” she said suddenly feeling sad. It was time to leave and she felt as if she was abandoning the poor battered girl in the mirror and Lily started to cry.

The man she followed to Chicago and believed every lie he told her wasn’t the one to blame. You can believe other peoples lies all the time, but you can never believe your own. She loved him once, or did she ever really? Did she love him when he would put her down in front of their friends? Or when he came on to her girlfriends? Becoming so bad that she stopped hanging out with girls completely and since hanging out with men wasn’t an option she quickly found herself alone.

Not until she go
t a job with Todd and Martin. Rick did not feel threatened by them but that didn’t stop him from making fun of them all the time, especially because they were gay. With his equally ignorant drinking buddies spurring him on his comments was hurtful to the point that it made her ashamed that she barely said anything in their defense.

Having no family, no brothers or sisters to run too and since her parents died when she was young she was truly alone. Until Todd and Martin and the customers at Sips (the coffee shop t
hey owned and she worked at) Rick was her only family and he made sure of it by chasing off or sleeping with anyone else. When it first began she didn’t know why he beat her, was it because of the way she talked? The way she acted? For a while she thought for sure it was because she was fat. Suddenly she heard him screaming at her from one of the thousands of memories she had.
Except I’m not fat
, she thought rubbing a stubborn flake that seemed to dry itself half way against her skin and half way onto her shirt.

“Time to check the real damage,” Lily said changing the subject. Lifting her shirt she already saw the damage peeking out from behind it. The familiar deep fleshy red staring back
at her was already unbearable but had to be endured, she continued to take it off.

SIX: Like a Kitten

Letting out a slow growl Yaroslav let his pointy fangs burst out of his gums and descend over top of his human teeth. Growling again the saliva vibrated until finally dripping onto his lip and dangled. His brown eyes now seemed to gleam a bright brown brilliance. “You are not afraid?”

“Not to deflate your ego big guy, but no,” he replied calmly.

“Good, you’re Warrior then,” Yaroslav said beginning to pace. “We live for the hunt, live for the kill,” he growled.

Nathan saw the determination in his eyes and although he recognized the thick Ukrainian accent, Nathan knew he was from Kiev an Rus. A place before the Ukraine which made him very old, a survivor and from what he could tell wasn’t from negotiations and compromises. “I am not. . . I do not follow your ways,” he said knowing whatever he said
would most likely lead down one road.

“My ways,” Yaroslav snapped insulted. “This is - our ways,” he said ponding his fist on his chest. “No other way.”

Seeing they were already traveling on that road Nathan sighed, “I follow my own way.”

“I have been hunting you for a long time Nathanial, son of Julius. To be honest when I took job, I had already heard stories of your battles. And it filled head with glory.”

“Those stories were from a long time ago,” he appealed.

“No more?”

“No more. . . I am sorry Yaroslav.” Seeing the Ukraine think gave him hope.

“Go fuck you’r
e sorry,” he growled and sunk it.

Feeling his hope sink he watched him begin to pace back and forth like a jackal getting antsy before the chase
. “Let us drink, let us palaver,” Nathan pleaded.

“You want foreplay before I fuck you?” he asked condescendingly.

“I believe in peace before the After,” Nathan stated as truly as he could then extended his left arm in brotherhood.

Spitting on the ground in response he rolled his head on his shoulders smiling. “If it is peace you want,” he said hunching forward allowing his arms to expand with a crunch like convulsion. Kicking his legs behind him and bringing them back with a hundred little popping sounds his legs thickened. “Then hopefully you will find your peace when I send you to the After.” Then with a loud roar he lunged toward Nathan.

SEVEN: Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

Lily could not turn her head far enough to show her
self the scope of the newly painted canvas that was her back. Instead she made her way to the stand-up shower and using the mirror on the outside door to angle. This allowed her to get a full glimpse of the reflection off of the mirror above the sink. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she finally saw it that made the pain seem minuscule to the actual appearance. Her back was still red and fleshy but purple outlines were starting to bloom in blotches. Resisting the urge and instinct to touch the patterns on her back she just stared sorrowfully.

“Cock eater,” she said realizing it was a little (okay, a lot) homophobic of a comment to make. Knowing how anti-gay he was she knew how horrible it would be for him to actually take a cock in his mouth and it made her feel a bit better.
What is wrong with me
, she thought then began to giggle. A tear rolled down her left cheek. Sniffling she thanked God her parents weren’t around to see her, or hear her for that matter. “I miss you guys.”

She did miss them, terribly and it caused her to sniffle some more. Even though she was almost done high school when they died and some considered her young, she was old enough to accumulate a lifetime of memories that were to short and all of them made her sad. Especially the ones of long evenings sitting outside and just talking about nothing in particular but important enough just to be talking.

Suddenly turning her head to quickly the sharp aches in her neck made her wince and stop thinking of family. Grimacing until the pain subsided she decided she was done looking at herself and closed the shower door. “First we need pills,” she said making her way over to the medicine cabinet. Opening the mirror and taking three Advil from their little plastic home she swallowed them dry then chased them with a hand cupped with water. Ignoring the blood stained top lying on the floor she reached for her fluffy pink housecoat hanging on the back of the door. Slowly and delicately she attempted to slide the coat on as gently as possible as if one wrong move would set off a bomb. It was becoming apparent she would have made a horrible addition to the bomb squad as she set off every pain with each tug and pull, “Owe, Owe, Owe, Owe and Owe,” she repeated until the coat was on. Looking one more time in the mirror she smiled with a frown. “Tea with those pills would be awesome if I didn’t have to make it,” she said slowly turning around like a sunburnt victim to shuffle off towards the kitchen.

EIGHT: Hello Kitty

The thunder rolled across the sky as the rain started to fall harder on the two men fighting on the roof below who resembled more beast than men.

Screaming in anger Yaroslav threw punch after punch followed by swipe after swipe only to have them deflected and countered. Weaving and trying to fake his attack only to have Nathan anticipate everything he did easily defending himself. The man in the long black coat did not know what was more infuriating, the fact that Nathan was blocking everything thrown at him or that he was doing it so effortlessly.

Suddenly lightning ripped through the rain exploding on an old weather vane above them. Fluttering in all directions the sparks fell upon them while illuminating the battle. Seizing the opportunity Yaroslav lunged forward with his claws extended catching his neck and sending a long line of blood free falling into the air. He was exhilarated at the feeling of his claws slicing through his flesh but it was a feeling that was short lived. Springing from his neck were tiny little red veins that lassoed into the air catching every drop of Nathan’s blood and retracting back into his neck. Standing in amazement at the incredible healing ability Yaroslav suddenly felt himself soaring through the air courtesy of a kick. Crashing into the pole holding the weather vane he finally came to a stop crumbling to the tiles below. Raising his head and blinking while the water dripped from his lashes, Yaroslav watched as every drop of blood from Nathan’s neck was already returned and securely running in his veins without a hint of ever being disturbed. Jerking himself free of the pole Yaroslav stood then lunged at him again.

Bringing his fist forward and catching hi
m in the chin Nathan stopped the Ukrainian dead in his tracks. Taking advantage of the beast being stunned he gave him an uppercut. Yaroslav instantly felt the slow motion feel of flying upwards and backwards with such power that the pain had not yet been able to catch up to the moment. Watching in horror the Monster he just recently taunted as being a kitten barreled down upon him. With blistering speed Nathan grabbed him in midflight by the legs and spun him around in the opposite direction. Suddenly Yaroslav was not flying backwards anymore but spiraling forward with the same momentum giving him the sickening feeling of vertigo.