FIC (Reprise): Werewolf of Van Nuys ends

[crabby-monkey.livejournal.com]

Here's the last 3 parts, all together.
(sound of crickets)
Brad loses his head, Ryan rides to the rescue, and Drew offers something...

*****

And the Lights Go Out

“You gotta help me, Brad. Fight it! Come on, boy, fight it so I can get that thing away from you!”

Ryan watched stunned as Brad managed to rip through most of the restraints. Only the strap around his right arm kept him in the chair.

(Oh my God!) Drew was bent over, frantically pulling on the ring when there was a sudden blur of movement.

“Braa…”

The rest of the word was choked off as he was lifted off his feet easily. Ryan couldn’t move – his brain kept telling him this was impossible, that this was only a bad dream. Drew made a last grab for the ring before his hands fell limp. Ryan could see the tendons in that arm stand out as more pressure was applied to his throat.

“ry…”

That one croak was enough to free Ryan from his stupor. It was obvious that whatever had control was not going to listen to words, and probably wouldn’t feel most actions, either. He roared, “NO!” and brought the candlestick down on Brad’s shoulder.

The Thing merely looked over its shoulder and snarled in frustration and kept up the attack on Drew.

** HURT? ** NO! ** MINE! **

(God forgive me!)

Ryan brought the candlestick down hard on Brad’s skull. This time, he was rewarded with a “Yipe!” as it... (Brad!)  dropped Drew to the floor. The eyes that glared into his weren’t human. Whatever had control had taken full possession of Brad. It snarled and lunged as Ryan swung again… and again…

** PAIN! ** HURT! ** MOMMEEEE! ** Nnnnooooo! ** The pain was intense, driving deep into every fiber of his body.

// Free! //

“Ryan… no… God… no…”

The voice of a 90-year-old man croaked out of the ex-Marine’s bruised throat. Ryan blinked furiously trying to clear the tears from his eyes.

Brad’s head looked misshapen. He wasn’t fighting anymore, his body hung limply by his bound wrist.

“Oh God, Brad!” The candlestick dropped from nerveless fingers.

Drew somehow managed to crawl over to Brad’s body and remove the ring from his finger. He picked up the candlestick and viciously pounded the ring until it was a flattened out mass.

Ryan carefully undid the last strap and Brad slid to the floor and into Drew’s arms. His eyes opened – and the man was once more in control.

// My face hurts. Room looks funny… so tired…//

His face was wet and sticky. His tongue licked the corner of his mouth and tasted copper.

// Blood… Mine? I’m so tired…//

“Roo?”

“Shh, buddy, I’m here. It’s all right Brad…” He gently stroked Brad’s cheek, avoiding the crushed area.

“S’all right, Roo… hadda be done. ‘m sorry hurt you…” Something touched his lips, and he tasted salt when he licked it. Drew’s face was blurry, but Brad could see the tears shining like stars. From a distance, he could hear Ryan’s panicky voice saying something about an ambulance.

// It really is all right, Drew… that thing’s gone and will never hurt anyone else… Funny, I never thought about dying before – it feels like… like…//

“Ish like fin’ly goin’ home…” Brad’s face took on an angelic expression as he looked over Drew’s shoulder.

“Home…”

Brad smiled at the white light that surrounded him and took away all the pain and confusion he’d felt. He wondered what he’s find on the other side.

// Home…//

*****

A Brand New Day

The light tickled his eyelids, begging them to open. He was warm, happy, and so relaxed that every bone felt like cooked spaghetti.   A warm hand brushed against his cheek and he nuzzled it gently.

“Home…”

“Of course you are, silly!” The voice whispered to him and someone kissed his nose lightly. “Where else would you be?” Fingers ruffled through his hair. “You’re not gonna sleep all day, are you? Rise and shine, it’s a brand new day!” His eyes fluttered open.

“Roo?” A cloud passed over his features as he remembered.

(So much pain…)

He brought a hand up slowly, half expecting to feel broken skin and bone. His face was smooth and unblemished – only the normal stubble pulled at his hand.

“What’s the matter, Braddy boy?”

“It was awful – I hurt everyone…” He shivered. “I was dying! And it was all because of some ring that was cursed or something… It made me do things…” His trembling increased. “It… I… “

“Shh, it’s all right, baby. Just a dream, just a bad dream… C’mere.” Drew lay down on the bed and pulled Brad’s body into his. As they spooned together, he wrapped his arms tightly around Brad’s chest. “I’m right here, you’re okay, and no one’s been hurt… And no one’s gonna hurt you.” He nuzzled the younger man’s neck, nibbling from shoulder to earlobe. “Just relax… Drew will make it all better.”

“But it felt so real!”

He shivered as Drew pulled back and began massaging his back.

(What’s real? What’s the dream?) “I felt everything! And…”

Warm fingers rubbed circles on his back, soothing tight muscles. Drew whispered, “Do you feel this?” He blew softly on Brad’s neck raising goose bumps.

“Mmm…” Brad's eyes closed as he relaxed into the feeling of being cared for. (Feel warm… safe… nice…)

“How about this?”

Teeth nipped at his earlobe before sucking on it, fingernails traced a serpentine pattern covering winding territory from back to hip, up to his nipples and back down again before coming to wrap around his now-awakening cock.  It was amazing – the fingers that seemed so short and stocky on-screen were so strong and flexible there in bed!  

“Feels good…”

The hand stroked and massaged its way up and down his penis, stopping now and then to slip down and fondle his balls.  Brad moaned softly. 

“That’s it… just relax… let me make you forget all about that bad dream…” He nuzzled the base of Brad’s neck, taking in the musky-sweet smell of his skin. “That’s it, let Drew make it all better…”

He felt the change overtaking him and smiled. Sometimes being the ‘top dog’ was a pain, but it did have its advantages!

“Mmmmmm…”

His tongue flicked out and licked the skin in front of him. ** Sweet ** ** MINE! **

The… End?

Comments

[caelith.livejournal.com]

Every time he said "Roo" I started thinking about Scooby Doo.

Ah...twas all a dream....or was it? *dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnn*

[crabby-monkey.livejournal.com]

Well, Greg calls Drew "Roo", too :)
And was it a dream? Drew didn't get to be top dog for nothing, you know!

[waynebradylady.livejournal.com]

but...... is... is that the end, i mean ughhh *so flustered*

fantastic story by the way. and is there going to be more if that was your intention

[crabby-monkey.livejournal.com]

Well, there's not any more to *that* story... but then there's Ryan as a snake god, Colin pregnant, Colin as cross-dressing hitman... All golden oldies (my Muse has departed) - perhaps I should post them to the new archive?