My Boyfriend is a Monster (3 page)

Nathan blurred, catching up to him he put both hands on his back. Then with all his might he slammed him into the tiled roof beneath them causing it to explode and crater. The structure cried out in its faulty intentions.

The crash was the only thing Yaroslav heard before it went dark. It took moments for him to regain his senses and open his eyes. Finally remembering where he was he desperately scrambled to his feet not realizing the force he landed with was so great that he had changed back to his human form. Hearing a growl from behind him he turned around to see Nathan hulking over him. “So, you are Chakan after all,” he said with a dazed smile. Assessing the speed in which Nathan’s throat had healed he realized he had never seen a Chakan do so that quickly, not even one with the Healing Ring. Panic set into the ancient Kiev. Realizing fear was painted all over his face he dropped forward. Quickly snapping his bones in his back, legs and arms he shifted back into his monstrous form lunging once again into combat.

NINE: Let them Eat Cake

Sitting with her big pillow on her over stuffed sofa chair Lily knew he wouldn’t let her take her favorite chair or anything else for that matter. Sitting back to get more comfortable on the big puffy cushions she realized the big comfy chair wasn’t so comfy at the moment. It was actually uncomfortable and painful like she had bought it from the Spanish Inquisition Furniture Outlet. Smiling at the thought of people walking into the Spanish Inquisition Furniture Outlet she let her imagination take over. She saw customers surrounded by monks, all guaranteeing them that their furniture is the most uncomfortable furniture or their money back. Cardinals offering a free torture rack with every living room set purchased. Giggling she started to relax, even though her back felt like it was settling against a chair made of sand paper.

As long as she didn’t move a lot she could sit and enjoy the rest of the time she had left in peace. Looking around the living room she took a little comfort staring at two pictures of her parents hanging across from her on the wall. The third picture that usually hung with them was on the floor face down. Closing her eye she gently tilted her head back and waited for the pills to take full effect.

All of a sudden her one good eye flipped open. “For fuck sakes,” she declared with her head still tilted back looking up at the ceiling. Tilting slightly toward the kitchen she couldn’t see it but she knew it was sitting there on the burner, steaming. The whistle from the kettle would go off any second and she mentally cursed herself for not waiting to sit down. She thought about not bothering with a tea and just let the kettle boil but the whistling would surely annoy the hell out of her. Besides she could almost taste it and today, not only did she want it, she deserved it. Lily prided herself on making tea for over ten years and that was her specialty at Sips. It was her preparation and her ingredients that made her tea famous, famous with the local customers that is.

It was excruciating enough just getting into the chair but now she realized she was about to get up which would be twice as painful, go make a tea and sit back down. “Oh the humanity,” she said giving herself a long self-pitied sigh.

Taking a deep breath she decided it was now or never and pushed herself off of the chair in one fell swoop. “It worked,” she yelled in victory since she didn’t give her body a heads up and it all happened so quickly it forgot to hurt. Then the pain caught up to them (her and her body) and she was frozen. “Much worse,” she said with her teeth clenched and fists tightening.
Score another one for the asshole
, she thought instead of speaking since she was trying to multi-task the current pain, the least painless route to get her tea and her next witty comment. Not to mention if Rick came home to this mess (the mess he created, she was just the instrument of destruction) that wasn’t already cleaned would be the icing on top of her
For Fuck Sakes Cake
. A Lily trademarked specialty, by special order only.

Without realizing it her wit had helped her make it half way to the kitchen. Soon she would be back in her comfy chair with the pain killers doing their th
ing sipping the warm taste of a simple earl grey.

TEN: Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting

Nathan’s face cringed as his body flew into the wall of tin and wood as it tried to wrap itself around him like a cocoon. But the speed and force he was traveling at would not allow it to hold and the wall suddenly burst inward. Landing on the dusty old concrete floor little clouds billowed around him as he slid half way across the old abandoned warehouse. Finally coming to a stop he pushed up on his arms and legs arching his back and then sprung to his feet.

Suddenly Yaroslav was at the entrance of twisted metal and splintered wood they had just created in a group effort. He did not however look like we was fairing as well as the little kitten and that the current redecorating Nathan was part of seemed to be a lucky shot. A long deep gash on Yaroslav’s forehead still bled profusely as he wiggled his way through the hole in the wall that almost resembled a cartoon cut out. Catching his head on a piece of wood he staggered forward with a limp on his left side while his right arm dangled lifeless filling the floor with its dark red vitality. His breathing was erratic as he struggled to get his long coat off that was soaked with as much blood as it was with rain. Throwing his shredded coat to the side he took a deep breath and exhaled while wiping the blood from his eyes.

“I’m more than willing to call it a draw,” Nathan said stepping back.

“Now you mock me?” Bringing his gaze from his right arm to Nathan he found it hard to see since his eyes were already veiled in more blood.

“Not at all,” he said trying to calm the wounded man down.

Yaroslav howled as he lunged at Nathan wrapping his hands around his neck and squeezing as hard as he could. Nathan morphed quickly digging his claws into Yaroslav’s already shredded right arm causing him to scream in pain and loosen his grip. Nathan gave the wounded beast a quick right hook across the face sending him to the dusty floor below. A constant balloon of dust surged outwards in every direction around him as he moaned in agony.

Using his left arm Yaroslav slowly dragged himself away. “I am over a thousand years old, I have hunted our kind down since my beginning,” he said rolling to his hands and knees. “I will continue to hunt our kind down as I intend to live another thousand years,” he explained pushing himself up to his feet awkwardly. Staggering left then right taking lumbering breaths he tried steading himself. Looking at Nathan not being able to hide the fact that he was discombobulated with every exhale he blinked trying to correct his vision. All of a sudden it seemed his eyes started to glow then out of nowhere he sprang forth swinging his claws wildly.

Quickly leaning back to avoid the attack Nathan dug his own claws into his attackers shoulder with blinking speed. Diving deep into
the arm as flesh parted with ease he wrapped his fingers around the bone and clenched the shoulder blade tightly. Yaroslav howled in pain as Nathan anchored himself and used his weight to throw him across the floor where he skidded to a halt almost fifty yards away.

Grasping his shoulder he screamed in torment rising to one knee. Spinning around still clutching his shoulder in agony he looked down as it leaked uncontrollably onto the concrete. Dripping crimson he listened to the rain continue to fall outside ricocheting off the tiles above and echoing louder inside. His burning eyes scrambled to find the boy he was so eager to fight and found him standing in the same spot trying to look less offensive in his human form. Stumbling to his feet Yaroslav gave a bewildered smile, “I have been hunting you for years,” he said not realizing how slowly he was healing. “You, you . . .” he could not finish. He only looked around the warehouse for something he did not know of.

Realizing Yaroslav was not just dazed but actually losing too much blood to heal, he reached out to him once again. “It is over my friend,” Nathan said slowly walking towards him.

Yaroslav
seemed surprised by Nathan’s presence. “I know you,” he said recognizing the face, but not the name that went with it.

“You do,” he confirmed coming to a stop and extending his hand to Yaroslav’s shoulder. “Let us palaver. Heal our wounds and tell stories,” he said while trying to measure the damage he had done.

“You take pity on Yaroslav?” he said letting the anger return to his eyes.

“No, not at all, but you have to know how this will end if you don’t stop,” Nathan pleaded.

Spiting the blood from his mouth he wiped the rest from his lips. Then with his blood soaked arm he wiped his face while painting it. Looking at his arm Yaroslav was stunned that it seemed he was in some sort of battle. Then it came back to him. He was hired to find the boy that stood in front of him, but now that boy was killing him. Barking like a wolf in blinding anger his neck cracked as he hunched forward letting a growl project from deep inside his survival instincts while his whole body started to shutter with anticipation.

With a loud snapping sound like a child playing with a sheet of bubble wrap he returned to his monster like form. Nathan knew now he would fight to the death, he was from a different time and would rather be dead than alive if
it meant failure. He could respect him for it but for what Yaroslav was making him do, he hated him as well.

Taking one last long deep breath the old Ukrainian knew it might be for one last charge, one last time.

“Don’t,” Nathan quietly willed.

Leaning back even further as his eyes could no longer hide his intention he leapt forward. Running across the warehouse like a rabid locomotive his snarls echoed loudly silencing even the rain.  Springing into the air he descended
downward screaming deliriously.

“DIE.”

ELEVEN: Today, Tomorrow . . . Soon

She made it. She was once again sitting in her big comfy sofa chair and the pain in her back was once again getting accustomed (with the help of a few
more Advil) to the chair. Sitting in pain her left eye gleamed like a billboard for victory as she held the cup of earl grey below her nose savoring the aroma. Bringing her lips to the rim she sipped that loud annoying sip that was just long enough to enjoy but not enough to burn. Leaning her head back she gave a big loud sigh that was almost just as annoying, “Ahhhhh . . .” she let out dramatically.

The sitting down, getting up, sitting back down again was o so painful but at this moment it was o so worth it. Looking around the room she decided not to let the mess get between her current satisfactions. Smiling while she looked at the lamp on the ground from when she bumped into the end table and grabbed it thinking for some reason it would stop her fall.
Let’s be honest
, she thought since she didn’t bump into it. Lily was thrown into it after his temper landed a good one square on her right eye.

Her current satisfactions were wavering when she started to assess the room. The coffee table was littered with empty beer bottles and she was just noticing the stench of stale beer and cigarettes. Raising her tea to her face and using it like a surgical mask she noticed two ashtrays on opposite ends of the coffee table that sat over flowing with butts.
How the hell does one person fill two ashtrays on opposite ends of the table
? She wondered. “What does he do,” she pondered. “Wait for one to fill then go lay on the other end of the couch?”

Lily knew he was at one of his moronic friend’s house or with some woman. Either way he
would not be home until much later so she was in no rush to clean. Instead she would sit here and relax and dream. Maybe he would not come home at all, maybe something horrible would happen and she’d get a phone call telling her Rick was dead.

Wondering what the person telling her would think of her when they heard her screaming as if she had just won the lottery.
Accidents happen every day
, she thought. “Could slip and fall,” she said and decided to get more creative. “He could get hit by a car. Or get stranded in the middle of the nowhere. Go to use a phone at the only home around belonging to a machete wielding maniac with a chainsaw strapped to his back that hunts him down for sport.”

Then she started to laugh as she pictured Rick walking along the street whistling his ‘Going home to beat Lily’ tune and a piano out of nowhere just falls on his head. The laughter was becoming painful as she tried to stop. “That’d
simply be fantastic,” she said calming down and taking another annoying sip of her tea. Of course if she just left him she wouldn’t have to wait for a piano and as a bonus she wouldn’t have to clean the apartment. “Clean it yourself bitch,” she said as if he was standing in front of her then smiled taking another sip.

TWELVE: Beyond Death

He clutched his stomach with determination but even with all his will he could not stop the blood from seeping through his fingers. Raising his head to the roof of the old abandoned warehouse he listened to the rain pound on the tiles above. Looking at his hand covered in blood he wondered where it all came from. Then opening his arms and looking down he saw his stomach letting his blood spill out like a little babbling brook. “I have been bested,” Yaroslav admitted to the room. Now completely aware of where he was and what he was trying to do. Nodding his head slowly he dropped his hands away from his stomach. “I have been bested” he said now admitting it to himself. He knew the blood would stop flowing soon and start to just trickle. Soon after that it would stop trickling because there would be no more blood left and he would be dead. He was dying and he could no longer heal past the injuries. With a humbling relief he fell to one knee. “I can’t heal fast enough my friend,” he called out.