Chapter 22

Axel's POV ¤

The hunters will be arriving at our doorstep any second.  Our scouts were back in barely enough time to warn us of their sudden attack.  All the Fae who I have shared this home with are standing, arm in arm, waiting for a fight that we probably won't win.

Yet, all I could think about is my mate.  How lucky we were that the scouts got here in time, so I could send my competition to keep him safe.  How, I wasn't going to be the one to rescue him.

I could die today, never having said goodbye.

"10!"  Some dude, who I think is Justin, shouts.  I realize that they must be counting down how long we have till the hunters enter the safe house.

"9!"   It's happening too soon!

"8!"   I'm a lover not a fighter!

"7!"  That's right I have a lover!

"6!"   I would fight till the very last breath for him!

"5!"   No! I will fight till the very last breath for him!

"4!"   I take a deep breath to calm myself.  I need to clear my head before things get bloody.

"3!"  This time I yelled the countdown with them.  This is like waiting for the ball to drop on New Year's, except much less exciting.  Also, there won't be a party.

"2!"

"1!"

"For Narnia."  Some dude shouts out from the back, I think his name is Jacob.

The hunters bursr through the door with the most fuckinh vigor I've ever seen.  They looked like hungry tigers staking out their prey.

Just over a hundred hunters came in all bearing weapons of iron and chains.  You could see in their eyes that some came to capture, but others came to kill.  Their weapons were automatic and ours were "sticks" and knives. Our odds were not good.

Plants flung at the hunters with vine-like arms.  Animals did too. This is complete fucking chaos. Knives were thrown bullets shot, I've never seen so many people fall dead in such a short amount of time.

I ran forward with my fellow Fae.  I slashed and used magic to disarm all the hunters I could.  I had to return safe to my Tommy. I had to survive, there are so many places I want to show him and so many people for him to meet.

For God's sake he just accepted me!  I can't let him go now.

I killed hunter after hunter with the fuel of avenging my people and returning to him.  It was almost too easy with the people they sent. Most of the hunters were new, probably three months into training.  I was almost to the point of laughing at them for their futile efforts, it was child's play.

I blocked a punch and drove a knife right into the brown haired man in front of me.  Perhaps man wasn't quite the word to use, he looked about 19. He coughed up blood as he watched my hand pull the knife out.  I was the only thing holding him up, so when I let go he crumbled like a lost Jenga game.

I went back to the pitiful fight.  I wonder what I should make Tommy for dinner tonight.  I don't know why I was so worried about not being able to go back.  I think I'll make him his favorite, chicken parm.

I was drifting off while ripping out this lady's throat when the crowd of Fae pushed back against me with fearful shrieks.  The crowd was pushing me back into the safe haven for protection. Something was definitely wrong.

More and more Fae started going down.  Friends family, the guy who screamed for Narnia.  Older hunters who wore their experience on their face came in.  One of the new hunters was cutting through the crowd of Fae heading in my direction.  He had greasy bleached blonde hair that hung over his icy blue eyes, seemingly trying to clae them away.

Panic hits me full force.  This guy knows what he's doing.

I know I'm not the most important person in this place, that goes to lady Halpin.  She is one of the last of the council to still be free, the lawmakers of the Fae. If I stick to the shadows the hunters might forget about me and put me in slavery.  Not the best option but certainly better than death, at least in slavery I would have the chance to see Tommy again.

I back up into a corner and duck down, pulling out a piece of paper in my pocket I hold it out like a white flag.

The blonde hunter continues to move towards me.  I feel like such a disappointment giving up like this, but if I didn't I would lose Tommy.  I don't even want to imagine the look on his face if I die. Would he feel relieved, sad, happy?

The hunter gets to my corner and looks me up and down with a smirk and one raised eyebrow.  The adrenaline has made my ears immune to the sound of my people's screams. Their last dying breaths go unnoticed by me.

He holds up his iron gun to my temple.  This is it, I'll never get to hear Tommy's voice again, or make him soup, or watch him pout when he doesn't get his way again.  I'm never going to get to see the fire that blazes in his eyes when he's mad, I'll never get to hear his stutter ever again. This can't be happening.

If Tommy were here he'd want me to go out with dignity.  I refuse to be a blubbering mess begging for mercy before my enemy.  I looked the hunter straight in his eyes and smirked a cocky grin.

Tommy I love you so much.  Please don't forget about me.

The hunters finger twitched, right before he pulled the trigger.

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Jacob (The blonde hunter) ☆

We sent our worst in first.  It was my idea, so we could "make them comfortable".  I wasn't sorry about sending the little shits in there, they were all hand picked by me since none of them knew a thing about respect.

Once the majority of our newbies were dead the real team went in to finish the job.  Technically we are supposed to catch them, but since they killed half the men we came with they don't get that mercy.

The entire place was a shitstorm, knives and guns went at it vigorously.  It amuses me.

I stabbed and shot at all the Fae in sight, till one caught my eye.  Some Fae pretending to be a black guy backed himself into a corner. I guess I made quite the impression.   Maybe I was moving his way subconsciously. I smirked.

How fun.

The funny thing is I wouldn't have even noticed him if it wasn't for his pathetic attempt at giving up.  What coward gives up when all his people are dying around him. Fae like him piss me off, they will watch their own people get killed just for the chance to live.

I guess that makes me a hypocrite.

I walked up to him and held my gun to his head.  He was thinking hard and he looked like he was going to cry.  I gave him a second to get his ducks in a row. Well, actually I just wanted to see if he'd suck it up and take it like a man, or cry like the weak pathetic Fae he is.

All of the Fae are weak and pathetic.  They are all children who need to be put in their place.

The dude seemed to gather himself enough to look me in the eyes.  Then the little shit smirked.

I'll teach you a lesson I thought.  Then I pulled the trigger and watched his body fall.  Blood was seeping out of his head like a broken dam.

What a pretty color.

I looked around in search of a new victim.  After a second I settled on a lady who was clutching another useless Fae to her chest sobbing.  I'm starting to feel giddy, like a kid in a candy store.

I sure hope this one screams.

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A/N:

The epilogue will be up tonight, and will also be quite a bit shorter then what I normally write.  Probably around 500-700 words.

Book 2 will be out in June, hopefully  but no later then August.  Book 2 will follow Grace and Tommy.  This means there will be a gay ship and a lesbian ship, so I hope you guy's enjoy it.

Next week I'll post the first chapter of my new short story which will be roughly 7 chapters.  It will also be about a gay couple.  I hope y'all cqn find time to check it out.

Hope your having a fabulous day :)