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  Pack Law

  Marie Stephens

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  Copyright 2012 Marie Stephens

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  Chapter 1

  It has been a long night here at the hospital. I have had several code blues in the emergency room. The moon is full tonight. It seems that anything and everything always happens on the full moon. I really hate having to work tonight since it is so busy. The full moon has always been enticing to me. I love the feeling I get when it is at its fullest. My name is Ava Lingam. I am a Respiratory Therapist for a small county hospital here in the mountains in Ashville, North Carolina. We hold maybe two hundred patients at our fullest. Here lately we do not see that many patients because of the economy being the way it is. Many people can’t afford to go to the doctors so they don’t go to the doctor until it is too late. My job is to treat patients that have difficulty breathing and attending any and all code blues. I place breathing tubes in patients that are unable to breathe for themselves with the aid of a mechanical device called a ventilator. My job can be exciting at times but lately we have not had any codes in the hospital until today. I am on my way to start my second patient rounds when my pager goes off. There is a code blue in room two in the emergency room. I stop what I am doing and run down to the emergency room. I open the double doors to the ER and grab some gloves on my way into room two. What do we have here I asked the other staff? We have a multiple gunshot wounds to the abdomen, chest, and back. The patient is a male two hundred fifty pounds, 6’6” tall, very muscular, with long blond hair. He was found outside a hotel in town. He has been brought in by EMS. Someone at the hotel found him outside and called 911. He is a really big guy and has tattoos all over his chest that run down both arms. His breathing is shallow and labored. Was anyone with him that knows anything about him? “No”, replied the nurse. We need to protect his airway. We are going to intubate this patient so he can breathe better and get him to surgery to remove all the bullets to save his life. I pull out my intubation box from the crash cart and collect all the necessary items to place a tube in this patient’s airway. After about five minutes I have the tube in place and taped it to keep it stable so that way it doesn’t get pulled out. We are going to take the patient to CAT scan to find out where all of his wounds are and where the bullets ended up. I grab the ambu bag and begin to ventilate the patient with oxygen by a tank under the stretcher. I push the stretcher with one hand and bag the patient with the other. The nurse accompanies me and runs ahead to let the x-ray technician know about the patient’s injuries. As I round the corner the patient reaches up and rips out his tube that is helping him breathe. My only thought is that he can’t breathe. I try to reach for him and he grabs me by the arm. I don’t know how he is awake. He is so big that he drags me down the hall like I am a rag doll being dragged behind a child. I begin to scream but he squeezes my arm harder and I gasp in pain. I forgot all about screaming as the tears well up in my eyes from his grip. I can see the bullet wounds leaking fresh blood from where they entered. I don’t understand how he is standing let alone how he is dragging me with him. We come to a door at the end of the hall that is marked stairs. It leads to the outside of the hospital. Once he gets me outside it is over for me. Oh God, he is going to kill me. No one is going to know where I am. I don’t even think anyone would care. I have been estranged from my family since I was a teenager and I have lived own my own ever since. “Who are you and where are you taking me”, I asked? “My name is Tristan and you ask too many questions. I need you to be quiet so I can clear my head. I need to be able to think”, he replied. He pulls out a cell phone and dials a number. I hear him whispering about someone picking him up and that there will be an extra person with him. I panic and turn to run from him. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I try to straighten up and hit my head on the door frame. Everything starts to go black. Oh shit! I am in so much trouble.

  I awake to the humming of a vehicle. Oh no, I am in a car. I can feel my head pounding so loudly in my ears. I reach up to rub my head and feel a really big knot on the top of my head. I must have hit it really hard. I think I must have a concussion. I can’t remember what I did for my head to hurt like this. I try to move my head and have an overwhelming urge to throw up. I grab my head to keep it still. “I see that you are awake now”, replied this voice on the seat beside me. I turned and recognized the man immediately. It was Tristan the man from the hospital. There has to be someone driving since he is in the seat beside me. “Why have you taken me against my will”, she replied? “I need you to remove the bullets from my body”, he replied. “I am not a surgeon so I guess you kidnapped the wrong person”, she replied. “You will do just fine. I cannot heal with the bullets in my body. The bullets will poison me the longer they stay in my system. I can already feel the effects of the bullets now, replied Tristan. “Well I guess you are shit up the creek without a paddle, because that is not my area of expertise”, replied Ava. You saved my life in emergency room earlier and you can do it again. We will have all the necessary supplies you will need ready and waiting for you when we get there”, he said. We did not speak anymore the remainder of the trip. I couldn’t stop thinking about how impossible it is for him to be up and moving around. As I see it he should be dead. I saw at least ten bullet wounds covering his body. I did not see a bullet proof vest lying around anywhere. He would have to be immortal or something else to have withstood all those gunshot wounds. I must be going crazy. Maybe I didn’t see what I thought I saw. Maybe that bump on my head did more damage than I thought.

  As I lay on the seat trying not to move my head, the car slows down and we stop at a gate. I lift up out of the back seat to see this huge metal gate coming into view. I could barely see it while I was lying down. It looks like it is the entrance to where ever we are going. We drive down this private road which seemed like forever. It doesn’t look like something a kidnapper would own. It is very secluded and the land runs on for miles in either direction. It seems peaceful and inviting. There are trees that go on forever. Unfortunately if you are being held against your will, it doesn’t look that inviting. We pull up to what looks like a mansion. Oh my, this cannot be. Why is this beautiful home out here in the middle of nowhere? The mansion is crafted in stone and brick. It is a two story home with balconies off each room. There are columns at the front entrance where the door is. The mansion seems to go on forever. There have to be multiple people living here. There are tree all around the Mansion. Down a private road further behind the mansion, you can see homes in different areas of the property. That sends a scary thought in my head. If there are all these people here, they are never going to let me go. I know too much about these people and where they live for them to let me go. The paranoia is setting in now. Tristan grabs my arm and I am brought back to reality. The man that is driving the car gets out and comes around to open my door. I am so shocked. This man looks completely harmless. He looks to be in his seventies. He looks like someone’s grand-daddy. He has grey hair and he has blue eyes. He is about 5’8” tall and has a smile on his face as he reaches out to help me out of the car. Madam my name is Jeffery and I will be helping place your bags upstairs. I will assist you with anything you need. “What I need is to get out of here and away from these people”, Ava replied. I am sure the sire
will let you leave once he is well again. Sire! Why would you call him sire? We must hurry madam; his health is declining as we speak. I start walking toward the door and turn to see two huge males lifting Tristan out of the car and helping him in the house through a side door. This all seems to get stranger and stranger. Maybe he is getting worse. He hasn’t said anything to me in a while. I haven’t been paying any attention to him since we arrived here at the mansion. Could something have happened to him and I wasn’t paying attention? I need to hurry and check on him. Why should I care if something happens to him? He kidnapped me and brought me here without my approval. I will help him then ask questions later. Jeffery please take me to him now because I will not be staying here long enough to worry about putting my bags away. As you wish Madam, I will take you to him. The mansion is spacious and beautiful inside. The place has been decorated exquisitely. Someone has sophisticated tastes and it shows in the way things have been arranged and decorated. There is art work on the walls and a nice cozy fire in the corner of the room with comfy couches with pillows placed all around it. I follow Jeffery down the hall until we stop at the last door at the end of the hall. He knocks and someone yells for us to enter. I enter the room and notice that there are two huge men in the room with Tristan. They are the guys that brought Tristan in from the car. The man to his right looks like he weighs a good two hundred and fifty pounds and is 6’8” tall and very muscular. He is as big as Tristan. He has long wavy hair brown and has brown eyes. He has a very rugged handsome look to him. He has tattoos from his pectoral muscles all the way down his arms. They almost look like they are some type of tribal markings. The guy to Tristan’s left is at least two hundred and fifty pounds and looks to be 6’10” and has long blond hair and blue eyes. He is very muscular and also has the tattoos in the same places as the last guy. These guys look like they fell out of a bodybuilding completion. They are very handsome and are not lacking in looks department at all. It is unusual to have this many good looking men in one place. I wonder if they are gay. “We are not gay”, replied the man to Tristan’s right. “I didn’t say anything”, replied Ava. “I heard what your mind said. We like women very much and we are not afraid to show it”, he replied. I am sorry; I didn’t mean to offend anyone and how did you know what I said, replied Ava? I was born with the gift of hearing other people’s thoughts. My name is Zane and my friend here is Christian. My name is Ava and it is nice to meet you both. “We need you to tend to Tristan’s wounds”, replied Zane. “I will do the best I can but I am not a doctor,” replied Ava. We will trust that you will do what’s best for him. “I need the both of you to lie him down on the bed and strip off his clothes. I will need your help turning him to get the bullets out of his back,” replied Ava. “We will do what is necessary to make him better”, replied Christian. “That is good to hear because he is going to need all the help he can get,” replied Ava. The guys unbutton his jeans and pull them off and throw them onto the floor. Tristan lost his shirt when he was brought in by EMS. They usually cut peoples clothes off. I guess they only got as far as his shirt.

  Chapter 2

  Beside the bed there is a metal tray with all kinds of surgical equipment and bandages. They were not kidding when they said they would have all the supplies I would need. “What kind of place is this,” asked Ava? “This is our home. We have a lot of people hear and we usually take care of each other’s injuries if needed”, replied Zane. I look on the tray and find a pair of surgical tweezers, scissors, and a suture kit. I grab a bunch of gauze and lay them out on the tray. I walk over to where Tristan is laying on the bed and he looks unconscious. I ask for some alcohol so I can disinfect the wounds. I had seen it on TV several times so I guess it would work. Zane brings me a bottle of vodka. I guess it will have to do. I lift the bottle of vodka to my mouth and take a big gulp. I need this as much as he does. I pour some alcohol on one of the bullet holes and stick the tweezers inside of the wound. It is still draining blood from each entrance wound. He doesn’t even flinch. He must be worse off than I had suspected. I continue digging in the wound until I hit something that doesn’t feel like bone. I tried to grab onto the bullet and pull it out. It is hard to get a grip on it when you don’t have a lot of room to expand the tweezers. I have the bullet in my grasp. It is a silver plated bullet. Why in the hell would anyone want to shoot him with a silver plated bullet? I repeat the same procedure on all of the other wounds having the guys to roll him over to get the ones on his back. I poured alcohol on each of the wounds. I make sure each hole is clean as I place stitches in each and every one of them. I covered them with sterile gauze to keep them from getting dirt on them that way they won’t get infected. I grabbed a sheet and began to cover Tristan with it and realized how handsome he really is. During this whole disaster, I haven’t really looked at him. He has the kind of features that have been chiseled by a God. His body is so beautiful that it looks like one of the statues of the Greek Gods. He has a light dusting of hair on his chest down to the center of his belly button and down below to his manhood. I have to say that his manhood is very impressive and something to definitely remember. They never put anything that impressive on the statues at the museums. I shake my head to get the thought out of my head. I turn around to leave the room and I am stopped by Zane. I know what you were just thinking about Ava. “It would be smart to stay out of my head Zane. People do not like to have their thoughts invaded upon. It is very rude and unwelcomed. Some thoughts should be your own”, replied Ava. “I will remember that next time. When will he be better”, replied Zane? “I do not know, only time will tell. He had a lot of damage done to his body. There are people that do not survive those kinds of injuries”, replied Ava. “We are not like normal people Ava. I will take you to your room so that you can rest considering you have been up all night long”, replied Zane. “That is alright, I am ready to go home now. I have done what was asked of me and now I am ready to be released”, replied Ava. “I am sorry to tell you that you cannot leave just yet. Trinity is still not better and not to his full potential. He is to be healed completely before I can let you go”, replied Zane. “His injuries are so bad that he may not make it through the next twenty-fours let alone the next couple of days”, replied Ava. “Well it is your job to keep him alive then Ava. I suggest you get some sleep. When you wake up I will have someone come and get you to eat,” replied Zane. I walk to the door and am met by Christian. “I will show you to the room that will be yours while you stay here”, he replied. We walk out into the hall and I am led to a room off to the right of Tristan’s room. “Zane is not himself. He is just worried about Tristan and has to take on the responsibilities of our brethren because Tristan is unable to”, he replied. “I can understand how he feels. What are the brethren”, Ava asked? “It is the members of our family. We are not all related but we are bound together by nature”, he replied. “What does that mean exactly”, asked Ava? “It just means that I cannot tell you anything more than what I have said. It is not up to me to tell you of our ways. That would be left up to Tristan”, replied Christian. I walk into the bedroom and there is a queen size bed on the center wall with a night stand on both sides of the bed adorned with lamps. The room is painted in a neutral color and there are beige curtains hanging from the windows. The bed has a comforter that looks like it was hand made with accent pillows that match. There is no television in the room or a radio. I walk into the bathroom that is adjoined to my room. It has a Jacuzzi style bathtub with heated floors and a stand up shower. These people really know how to live well. I don’t mind not having a TV or radio since I like for things to be nice and quiet. I think that I will take a bath before I go to bed so I can wash all of the evils of the day away. It has to be better when I wake up. I turn the hot water on in the tub and begin to get undressed. I pull off my scrubs from the hospital and place them in the floor. I take my hair down out of the ponytail. I have shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. I look at myself in the mirror and wonder how I get myself
into these kinds of situations. I step into the tub and turn the Jacuzzi on. This is pure heaven. I close my eyes and relax into the tub as the jets push the water up above my chest. I turn the water off and soak in the goodness. I can see Tristan in my mind with his muscular body and handsome features. I start to remember how well-endowed he is. I start to blush as I can feel the need starting to build low in my pelvic area. I run my hands down my breasts and pinch my nipples. This elicits a moan from me. I take my right hand down below the water and touch my nether folds and run my finger around my nub. I can see his hands rubbing all over my body; he sticks two of his fingers into my sweet nectar. He is pumping in and out with a force that can only be matched by a man that is starved for sex. I can feel the sensation building low in my abdomen spreading out to my legs and below. I burst with the feel of my orgasm releasing. It is so intense my eyes roll back in my head. I lay there in utterly total bliss with the after math of my orgasm. I open my eyes and realize that I am getting myself off fantasizing about a man that has kidnapped me not to long ago. Could I be anymore messed up than I already am? I get out of the tub and reach for a towel to dry off. I walk back into the bedroom and find that my covers have been pulled back for me. I wonder if they heard me in the bathroom. How embarrassing could that be? I don’t think I will be able to look anyone in the face. To my horror I just climb into bed naked to forget about the day. I close my eyes and all my worries are lost to my dreams.

  I awake to the noises of people moving around the house. I sit up in the bed completely naked. I cover myself and look around for my scrubs. They are gone of course. I find a pair of freshly pressed clothes sitting on the counter in the bathroom. Someone has come into my room without my knowing it. I hope I didn’t have myself exposed when they came in my room. It was nice of them to bring me something to wear but it also rates high up on my creepy meter. I get out of the bed and head into the bathroom to put the nicely pressed clothes on. As I turn around I notice that my bed has been completely made. It was like I had never slept in it. I look around the room and no one answers. This is so messed up. I must be still having some residual effects from that bump on my head from last night. I walk outside of my room and follow the scent of what smells like food to an open room where the kitchen is. It is absolutely amazing. All the appliances are stainless steel and spotless. The cabinets are a European Style Cabinet that is very high end. The countertops are granite and the back splash is tiled. The kitchen is painted in a creamy ivory and the floors are hardwood. This is the kind of kitchen that makes you drool all over yourself. As I walk into the kitchen there is a woman standing at the stove cooking the food. She is an elderly lady maybe in her seventies with her hair pulled up in a bun high on her head. She reminds me of the typical grandmother with gray hair. “Hello dear my name is Lilly, what would you like something to eat”, replied the older lady? “Anything would be fine as long as it is food. I am so starved since I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner last night”, replied Ava. “You poor thing, you just sit back and relax and I will have you something to eat in a few minutes”, replied Lily. I close my eyes and think about how nice this is. I open my eyes to a fresh hot cup of coffee and a steaming plate of breakfast. She made me bacon, eggs, and toast. I believe I am in heaven that is until Zane walks into the room. I would say that I have lost my appetite but I am starved. I am not going to waste good food because of him. I assume you slept well Ava. I did thank you very much, Zane. Have you checked in on Tristan yet today Ava? “I was going to after I have had something to eat”, she replied. I will need new supplies for him and bandages Zane. I will have everything ready for you Ava. He turns and walks away and I finally get to enjoy my food and coffee. I look at Lily and ask her if she lives in the house. “I have always been in this house ever since I was born. My brother Lance passed away here when he was in his twenties from small pox. I was devastated when I lost him. Our family has all passed away and I am all that remains from them. I believe you met my husband Jeffery earlier on the drive here”, she replied. “Yes he was very nice to me and very helpful,” replied Ava. “Are the men in the house your sons,” asked Ava. Oh heavens no dear, I would be honored if they were. They are like the children I never had, replied Lily. I began to speak and Zane is at the door giving me a look. I thanked Lily for the food and conversation then head out of the kitchen to check on Tristan. I look at Zane and shake my head. “What are you shaking your head at,” he replied? “You don’t like me very much do you? I need you to remember that I didn’t do anything wrong and that I am being held against my will. I have done everything that has been asked of me”, replied Ava. “I never said that I did not like you. I have a lot on my mind with Tristan being sick. He is our King”, replied Zane. “I burst out laughing. You’re King? Have you people lost your minds or what,” I reply. “This is no laughing matter. There has been an attempt on his life; we do not take this lightly. He is our king and you will make sure that he is healthy”, replied Zane. Whatever man, just take me to him so we can get this over with.