“I need the bathroom. I won’t be long.” He kissed him again as Sergio slowly released him.
“Okay, but hurry.” Sergio leaned up onto one elbow and watched Keagan as he slid to the side of the bed and stood. Keagan could feel his eyes upon him and glanced back over his shoulder and smiled as he headed to the bathroom.
One second, he was stumbling blindly in the dark on his way to the bathroom, and the next second he was face down on the hardwood floor with Sergio laying on top of him. “Stay down.” He barked, and the urgency in his tone sent a chill up Keagan’s spine. Something was seriously wrong. He didn’t speak, just listened. He had learned to listen well during his time alone. It wasn’t long before he heard it. Crack
“Was that a bullet?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. Crack
“Yes, now stay on the floor and make your way over to the far side of the bed. Do not get up.” The last part of the sentence was delivered with a force that prickled Keagan’s skin. Sergio moved with him, shielding him as they slowly made their way across to the far side of the bed and to a wall closet. Crack…...Crack
Sergio opened the door and pushed Keagan inside. “Stay low to the floor.” He ordered, and Keagan nodded, and Sergio closed the door. Unable to just lay there and listen, Keagan cracked the door open just a sliver and watched as Sergio made his way to the window, which was now sporting several holes, and dropped the shades. Keagan felt his heart thumping in his chest. Sergio leaned against the wall by the window and reached for his phone that he’d left on the table. Keagan couldn’t hear what was being said, but he assumed Sergio was calling for help.
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Sergio was damn glad he was so enthralled with his beloved that he couldn’t take his eyes off him even when the guy was just walking to the bathroom. If he hadn’t been paying such close attention, he would not have heard the breaking of the glass or the sound a bullet makes as it cuts through the air. He couldn’t think about what might have happened. He had to keep a clear head and focus. The shooter was elevated enough to see into the bedroom, so chances were that he was on the rooftop of the office building across the boulevard.
He grabbed his phone and called his boss, Killian Frey. He quickly explained the situation and hung up just as he heard movement from the first floor. Someone was inside the house, and the shooter was still watching the windows. He moved under the window and along the wall towards the door. The man inside would be coming in soon, and Sergio was going to be waiting for him.
The doorknob turned, and the door slowly opened. The guy must have figured someone was waiting for him because he suddenly thrust the door open and burst into the room, guns blazing, peppering the wall by the window with shots. But he was human and moved as slow as a human.
Sergio moved with the lightning speed of a highly trained vampire guard. He leapt on the man and twisted his arm to the floor, where he unloaded a few more rounds before the gun was torn out of his grip and tossed out into the hallway. Sergio then rammed him headfirst against the wall and away from the window in case his friend decided to spray the room.
Sergio continued to tighten his hold around the man’s neck as he frantically fought for release, scratching at Sergio’s arm and attempting to twist from his grip. Sergio could have killed him easily at this point but didn’t want to make a mess of the room. It would have been discourteous to his friend who loaned him the residence and upsetting to his beloved, who would have to witness the carnage.
He continued to tighten his grip until the man pulled a knife from somewhere and sliced across Sergio’s forearm. Sergio grabbed his hand and thrust the knife upwards, burying it to the hilt in the man’s throat.
So much for a clean kill as blood pumped for several seconds from the hole in his throat as his life drained away. Sergio grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and wrapped it around his arm to stop the blood until the wound healed.
He heard more people entering on the first floor but recognized them as his own and stepped away from the wall confident that the shooter had been dealt with. He turned to the closet as it opened, and a wide-eyed Keagan stepped out. When Sergio raised his arms beckoning him closer, Keagan raced across the room and jumped into his arms, wrapping his arms around Sergio’s neck and his legs around his waist.
Either the blood on the floor and all over Sergio didn’t bother him, or he was too happy to notice. Sergio held him close, drinking in the amazing aroma of his beloved and thanking the powers that be for this beautiful human being. He felt Keagan’s lips on his neck, and the connection was heart-melting and the emotions between them so real and pure.
“You’re okay.” Keagan’s anxious words fanned Sergio’s face just before Keagan began kissing his cheek and then claimed his lips. They embraced and gloried in the fact they were alive and well.
Sergio turned towards the door when thunderous steps came bounding towards them. The Hadden men were filling the house and securing the area. He loved his Coven and his friends. It was Killian who came through the door first and immediately took note of the human on the floor.
“The only casualty in here?” He asked.
“Yes, sir,” Sergio responded while maintaining a firm hold on his beloved.
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