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Chapter 4
Another day, another strange dream. This one he'd had a lot lately, it was of Tara and Mel waving as they drove off into the sunset with faceless males. Dhaynger threw his pillow across the room and tossed his head back down on the mattress. The dreams didn't even make sense, for one, Dhayn had never even seen a real sunset. He rubbed his eyes. And the girls would never just up and leave him like that. Time to write it out.
Dhayn reached under his mattress and retrieved his well-worn black leather notebook. After his parents died the nightmares had robbed him of sleep for weeks. His uncle had sent him to Dr. Sloan right away, not knowing what to do with a youngling, especially a grieving one.
The doctor had gotten young Dhaynger to open up and had prescribed a leather book. Dhayn remembered the doctor as he palmed the well-used book. It was worn around the edges and had a broken clasp from all the years of being shoved under his mattress, but it was the best way for him to work out his troubles. Any time Dhayn had a strange dream he wrote it in the book, along with any thoughts he had about them. If his brain wanted to tell him something then he could let it out in this book, and be done with it.
He had written in it faithfully for years when he was a youngling and it helped him through some hard days. Now though, ordinary dreams didn't make the cut, he only bothered with the dreams that lingered, like the one he had just had, again. Ever since Mel had talked about her future mate Dhayn had been having these dreams.
He finished scratching out the dream in the book and shoved it under the mattress again. It was time to move on from this. Get up and man up. Dhayn knew that he couldn't control who stayed and who left, a lesson learned a long time ago. So he shook off the pain that was lingering in his chest and went into his closet to throw on some clothes. He dressed in his usual training gear and headed downstairs for first meal. Having slept in, the girls were already in the dining hall finishing their food and talking up a storm. Dhayn smiled as the sounds of their words and laughter met him on his way down the stairs. He walked into the room while Tara was in the middle of a story.
"And then his head turned around on his shoulders, all creepy and owl-like. Then I tried to scream but of course I couldn't…" Tara was very animated and her sapphire eyes were wide with excitement. "…but then he just smiled and said 'would you like fries with that?'" she finished with a laugh.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dhayn couldn't help but ask.
"Her crazy nightmare about a zombie McDonalds employee," Mel offered.
"Scariest shit I ever saw, well dreamt, whatever. I woke up screaming, so not cool." Tara added with a small shudder.
"You should write it down, it'll help." Dhayn sat down in his usual spot across from the girls.
"Ya, you're probably right" Tara said as she raised her eyebrow. "Hey D, when are we going to see your dream book?"
"When I'm dead and buried." This was always his answer. Dhayn's face paled when he thought of either of them reading some of the dreams he had written in that book. He sometimes regretted ever telling them about the book's existence, but at the time he had only been trying to help Mel get through her own plague of nightmares. He laughed as he looked up to see Mel and Tara both wearing matching pouts.
"I don't care how much you pout" or how cute you look while doing it "You're never seeing it, that shit's personal," Dhayn said tossing a napkin across the table at Tara. Tara reached for the bagels, ready to start a war, but they didn't have the time for this. Dhayn held up his wrist and pointed to his watch.
"Fine, rain check on revenge, but it will be sweet and unexpected," Tara said with a grin.
They didn't want to be late tonight. Class had been rough this past week. They had been pushed to their limits, but tonight they had Mel's least favorite Brother back as their instructor, and as Dhayn watched Mel push her untouched food around her bowl he knew what she was thinking. It was going to be another night of getting yelled at in front of everyone. She had definitely improved but not enough for their teacher. The Brother had been hard on everyone. But, Dhayn knew his job was to push them, to make them Warriors. Although, he was starting to notice the bias he was showing toward the girls. It wasn't as obvious with Tara, because she was ahead of most of the males when it came to firearms so she only got picked apart in the gym, but Mel was taking quite a few blows to her self-esteem on both fronts and Dhayn could tell it was wearing on her.
"Did you get any time to practice during the day?" Tara asked, apparently she had noticed too.
"Yep, but I still suck," Mel replied with a grimace. "And before you say it, I know, I'll get better, it'll all work out, everyone sucks at first. I know okay, but it still sucks being the worst one there and having it thrown in my face by that misogynistic prick." At this she glanced over at the door and looked relieved to see it empty.
"Look Mel, I think…" Dhayn started.
"Don't even try to defend him again D." Tara cut in, "She's right, he pushes her like crazy at the range and in the gym it's both of us, I thought I was going to throw up last time I was so fucking tired." Both of the girls wore masks of defensiveness and glared at him across the table.
"I know." Dhayn stared right back. "That's what I was going to say. I think that you're right Mel, there is something up with him," he finished. Both girls blushed and looked away.
"I'm sorry D, I didn't mean to snap at you. It's been a rough week for all of us. Let's just make it through tonight together and then we get two months off to recover." Tara said, always the peacemaker.
"About that..." Mel said with a sigh, "I'm leaving on Monday. My mahmen has arranged for us to stay at a friend's summer home. I think she plans on having their son help me through my transition." The girls jumped when Dhayn's fist came down on the table. His face burned and his hand hurt from the impact, but the shock and anger was still fresh in his mind. She was leaving, it wasn't just a dream.
"I begged her to stay, but she wouldn't budge and my father backed her up. I'm coming back at the end of the summer." She added still nudging at her food. There was a moment of stilted silence as the news sunk in. Dhayn was calming himself down with measured deep breaths when Tara broke the silence again.
"Well, that sucks." Tara gently took the hand that Mel was using to poke at her food. "But we'll vid-chat every day and you'll tell us all about the crazy shit you're doing to make her regret ever having brought you there."
Mel let out a nervous laugh and smiled up at Tara. Dhayn knew she wouldn't do anything to upset her mother. Ever since her sister died she'd been trying to make it up to her mahmen by being the perfect daughter. It didn't matter how many times he had tried to tell her otherwise, she always blamed herself.
Mel slowly turned and met his gaze. They connected in that moment and he could feel the hurt and fear in her eyes, as she no doubt felt the war of emotions coming from his. Holding her gaze he got up and came around the table to wrap his arms around her.
"It's going to be alright Mel," he whispered in her ear. "I'll miss you, we'll miss you, but it's just a couple of months. Tara's right, we'll talk every day." He pulled back and stared into her bronze eyes, swimming now behind her unshed tears.
"It's not the time apart I'm afraid of, though that totally sucks. I don't want to drink some stranger's blood, and what if he…" her voice cracked and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
Dhayn was warring with his feelings, trying to keep it together. He brushed the tear away with the pad of his thumb wanting to taste it as it sat glistening there.
Tara spoke up softly, "We are all going to have to go through this with strangers and that sucks, but that's just the way it is." She pulled Mel away from Dhayn to give her a hug.
I wish it could be me. Dhayn thought staring longingly at his girls. He turned his head and kissed the tear from his thumb. The alarm on his watch chimed and all three of them jumped to their feet.
"OK, one problem at a time." Mel took a deep breath. "Let's go kick some ass." She put her brave face on and started for the door. Dhayn followed her, putting on his own mask of calm as they headed toward the gym.
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The rest of the WITs were already in the gym when Tara entered behind Mel and Dhayn. They were all in various states of warming up: stretching, sparing, and lifting weights. Luckily they had made it there before their instructor, so they hurriedly set about warming up. There was no way to quiet the emotions going through Tara's mind as she struggled to release the tension in her muscles. She settled for just stretching and letting her mind turn over the newest drama.
Mel was leaving for the summer, and she was very likely going to go through her change while she was gone. The change, Tara shuddered, she had never thought she would have to go through her transition without Mel. Mel and Tara were born five days apart and Dhayn was almost exactly a year older. So it was more than likely they were going to go into their transitions around the same time. She had always hoped they would be there for each other.
At least Dhayn was going to be there, but what if Mel fell for this 'son of a friend' and didn't come back. Would she at least come back to say good-bye? Would I be able to let her go if she did? Tara was really getting worked up and had to get control of her thoughts. She breathed in deep as she lifted her upper body from the mat, arching her back, and slowly released that breath as she lowered herself back down. After a few more stretches, and ten push-ups, Tara had managed to clear her mind. She got to her feet with a triumphant smile. When she opened her eyes she realized she'd been smiling right at Tru.
"That's some nice form you got there," Tru said as he walked up to Tara.
"Thanks." Tara turned to join Mel at the punching bags. He hadn't said or done anything wrong, yet, but she wasn't going to stick around and give him the chance.
"Hey wait up!" He jogged to catch up to her. "Look I know that…"
"Please just don't." Tara cut him off, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "I'm having a really bad night so far, and although I'd love to verbally bitch slap you again tonight, I just don't have the energy."
"Okaaay…" he said with a glance down at her hand still on his shoulder. Tara jerked it back quickly. "I'll give you a night off." He gave her a wink, and turned to walk back to his friends.
Although that was definitely strange, Tara didn't have time to think about it, their instructor made his entrance, slamming the gym door on his way in. He was wearing his mood on his face, and it wasn't a good one. His normal rough appearance was shadowed by whatever was bothering him, making him look just plain scary as shit. This didn't bode well for the class.
Tara changed her direction again and headed for her usual position in the gym, last row on the far right. She had come to agree with Mel about this Brother, he was tough, very tough, but she wasn't a quitter no matter how hard he pushed her. Moving to the back, and out of the crosshairs, just cut down on the badgering, both from him and the other guys in the class.
Everyone else had picked up on his mood too, and had quickly stopped what they were doing and gotten into position. The gym was silent but for some heavy breathing and the sound of shitkickers on the floor as he paced in front of them, a scowl still on his face. He stopped pacing in the middle of the room and turned to address the class.
"This is the last night I will be with you before your summer break. I think that taking a break in your training is total bullshit and a waste of time. The war we're in doesn't take the summers off, and neither do the Warriors who fight in it." He gave some serious cut-eye to those who were dumb enough to show their disappointment, Tara wasn't one of them, she held her poker face and watched as the instructor began to walk around and through the lines of trainees.
"That being said, it's not my call…" There was irritation laced in every word, but a tangible release of tension in the room. "But, that doesn't stop me from making up for lost time." He looked at Tara and flashed a wicked grin. "Tonight will not be easy, you're going to be pushed to your limits, you're going to hurt, and tomorrow when you're nauseous and sore, you're going to work out again anyway, because when you get back from your 'break' you'd better be prepared to show me that you deserve to be here or don't bother coming back at all."
A chorus of "Yes sir!" rang out in the room, and the tension that had eased was now back tenfold. When he ordered them to start with a series of suicide drills and push-ups there wasn't any hesitation in the room, everyone gave their best effort, both motivated and terrified by his little speech.
He hadn't been lying about how hard he was going to be. As Tara stared up at the fluorescent ceiling lights from her position on the floor, she could barely breathe from the cramping all over her body. Every muscle hurt, just trying to sit up made her feel like she was going to loose what little she had eaten at first meal. She would have been trying to fake it and brush off the exhaustion if most of the class wasn't on the floor with her.
Their instructor had just left after the most grueling combat class Tara had ever had, topped off with a series of insults and drills for the sisters a.k.a Tara and Mel. Tara didn't want to move, and she would have been happy to sleep off the day on the gym mats, if it weren't for the pair of eyes she now found staring down at her. She looked around the gym a noticed the last remaining guys going into the change-rooms. She cursed herself for telling Dhayn and Mel to go ahead without her.
"Can't take the heat Tara?" Tru was standing over her now with a foot on either side of her waist. Running a hand through his short blond hair. Tara glared up at him taking deep painful breaths to calm herself. It really had been too much, her muscles were seizing up, she couldn't move, but there was no way she was going to let him know that.
"Oh and I'm sure you'd be up for another set of fifty push-ups?" she said, a challenge in her voice. She didn't think she could do five, let alone fifty but neither could this tool.
Tru's lips turned up into a grin and before Tara could move he had dropped into position hovering over her, his hands on either side of her face. Tara was shock-still for a moment as he slowly lowered himself. The gold flecks in his brown eyes were shining brightly inches from her face. Her own eye's widened in shock.
"Maybe not fifty," his lips were a breath away from hers as he lowered himself and then pushed his upper body up again. Maybe he was stronger than she thought. Tara continued to glare at him as she assessed how much energy she had regained, and the best way to use it. He had already done five push-ups and was still going. Damnit.
"But I don't know. In this position I might…" his words drifted as he stared at Tara's lips, lowering himself again. It was time to act.
Using the adrenaline that had just spiked in her system, Tara rolled to left, knocking his right arm out from under him and taking it with her as she mounted his lower back, twisting his arm so that his wrist was between his shoulder-blades. She used the last of her fading strength to shove his face into the mat, and was about to make a smart-ass comment, when she heard a low laugh from behind her. Tara slowly turned her upper body to see her instructor, his forgotten gym bag in hand, and a smile on his face. Tru grunted under her and started to move. Not having any energy left to fight him, Tara faked mercy and got up, releasing him.
Tara looked around the gym but the instructor had left already, and when she turned back to Tru he was standing close behind her, breathing heavily, mischief in his eyes. Her eyes were drawn to the cut on his bottom lip and the drop of blood that rested below it.
"Want a taste?" He slowly licked his lips.
"Fuck you." Tara shoved past him.
"Maybe when I see you next." He laughed. "A lot will change this summer Tara, and you may have drawn first blood but I'll wait until after my change to return the favor."
Tara flipped him the bird as she yanked the door open and quickly headed toward the tunnel. Her whole body ached but she didn't slow down until she was in her room. She collapsed on her bed and stayed there, deep in sleep for twelve hours, until Thrett woke her up with some very bad news.
"Tehrrify wake up. I've got some great news." He paused and waited for her to meet his gaze. "You're going to go visit your aunt."
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