The Guardian (9 page)

After hearing the story the night before John
realized that he was in for more than he originally thought, he
glanced other at his beloved Galechka and decided he was not going
to leave her down; before she had woke he had already left, leaving
a note explaining to her that he got an early start on his run. She
was terrified at this, because Adela had warned her not to leave
him alone while he was still in his weaker state of being. She was
dammed, because the sun was still up and she was trapped inside,
while he was in utter danger.

John was running through the path that Vixen
had led him through time after time trying to make better time than
he had done in the past. A strange feeling was coming over him and
he was confused about it, was he in danger, was it Galechka’s
feeling of fright he was feeling or both.

It was just at the beginning of dusk as John
was midway through the course for the second time this day and he
could swear he felt eyes burning down on him. An explosion of wood
from a log that had been heaved at the stone in front of John
caused him to slide to a halting stop and spin around to see a
monstrous fully turned werewolf standing behind him with fangs
bared, drool dripping from his unbelievably huge mouth, and a
hellish growl coming with every breath it took. John was taking
steps towards his back trying not to trip over anything, with these
thoughts running through his head as his heart felt like it was
going to explode within his heart: I thought the wolves were here
to train me not kill me; could this one belong to an ancient? John
reached down to his side and took a large branch in hand, having a
dishearten feeling that this weapon was a poor choose as he
screamed, “Come on you ugly mother fucker!” The werewolf charged at
John and he side stepped the stampeding monster and smashed the
branch off of its skull, to John’s despair the branch shattered and
seemed to have no effect at all on the creature from hell that
stood in front of him.

The behemthic beast stood before John,
panting having a look not of just rage, but something saying: what
the hell is wrong with you fight me. Again the beast came at John
this time grabbing him by the throat and slamming him to the
ground, leaving the ground to rumble and shake from the impact that
John’s body had inflicted upon the ground. John’s eyes first turned
a yellowish color and having a pupil shape similar to that of the
werewolf’s eyes and then turned a bright, bright jade green that
seemed to illuminate. The beast shook its head at the site of his
eyes changing giving John the split second he needed to role his
left arm in a circular patter around the back of the wolf’s arm to
the front striking the front of its wrist freeing John from its
grasp as he grabbed its wrist with crushing power as he not only
kicked himself up and onto his feet, but placed his other hand onto
the back of the wolf’s upper arm and slid it down towards the elbow
forcing the wolf onto its stomach as John stood above it with one
hand controlling the beast with its elbow and wrist allowing the
animal to start to get back up on its feet only deluding it so he
could slam it down smashing it into the earth. John could hear
bones and tendons cracking and snapping under this move that he had
placed it under. This was to be short lived, the wolf grunted and
growled and despite all the pain it was in forced its self to pull
bit by bit with its free arm and then suddenly with an
unprecedented amount of power hit the ground with its free hand
launching the beast and John into the air. As soon as the wolf’s
feet were planted on the ground it spun around grabbing John with
its free hand and slammed John back into the ground again, this
time it had a firm grip on John’s chest and around his neck, due to
the massive size of its hands.

Being dusk Galechka was now free to leave
without harm from the sun and its unforgiving beams that would fry
her to a crisp in a matter of moments; she ran in the direction
that her heart told her that John was. She moved as quickly as she
could, she felt as if he was in grave danger. As she came around
the corner of the one path she was horrified by the sight that was
before her: John being under the grasp of a werewolf that was the
largest she had ever seen. As she ran towards him she felt someone
take her off her feet by pulling her shoulders back and down
towards the ground. She quickly spun to her feet to see Vixen
standing before her. “Stop,” Vixen exclaimed,” he was out here
alone and Bernandas decided to put him through the paces. Shh, John
needs to believe that this is real.” Vixen took Galechka by the
hand and led her to a place where they could watch without John’s
knowledge.

John this time clenched the monsters wrists
with a quick twist of his hip using his feet to jettison himself
around and outside the animal again torqueing and twisting on the
wrist as he came to his feet and then kicking the fanged beast
straight in the face on all the might he could muster sending the
monster’s head swaying in the opposite direction from the impact of
the blast. As soon as its head started to float back to the left he
blasted it again with his foot, but this time going with the spin
of kick and slamming his elbow into the neck of the stunned
werewolf and followed through with stepping back and smashing his
fists bottom into the same spot closing it as it impacted to cause
even more brute force into the blow; the beast seeming to be
overwhelmed melted into the ground. John again kicked the beast in
the head driving the heel of his foot rolling the toes back towards
his own head to ensure an ample amount of force smashing the beasts
head into the ground and sending dust and dirt flying from out from
under the ravenous monster. Without any warning the monster
blindsided him with blast from behind knocking him to the grown;
both of them spun to their feet, a fiery of blows were exchanged
between the two. John landing and taking some very powerful blows
to each other, he was doing his best to stay away from the razor
sharp, drool dipped teeth that this wolf had snarled at him.

Galechka was terrified at seeing the man she
loved go from holding his own in the fight to losing more and more
ground in the fight; John was really starting to get his ass handed
to him in this all out brawl he was in with big and ugly.

Galechka grabbed a hold of Vixens hand and
said," I know what to do; you gave to hurt me, really hurt me."

Vixen was looking at Galechka like she had
gone mad, "Galechka are you sure?" She questioned.

Galechka shook her head in conformation,
Vixen was taken back and then remembered about the connection
between these two, so Vixen grabbed a fist full of hair as close to
the scalp as she could and twisted it hard enough to inflict pain.
You could see something happening with John, somehow he seemed to
gain strength and speed and began to beat the wolf back more and
more as he could feel his lovers pain. Bernandas could see John’s
eyes start to illuminate even more than before and it seemed as
though he could feel John’s life energy growing with every blow
that was delivered.

“
You see we are connected: if he feels
I am in danger he exerts more power in order to save me.” Galechka
mentioned to Vixen.

“
I see, I see and cannot believe my
eyes. This has to be what Bernandas was describing as: The love
bond. I thought the old man was just telling stories.”

“
I am just worried, because no one is
sure how much he can really handle. Adela told me: that all at
once, whatever was too much usually can kill them.”

All the sudden John felt himself being
transported in another direction and had no control. That was until
he closed his eyes and let his instincts take over; he could now
feel the hand on his forehead and in by some miracle he now gained
control grabbing the unseen attacker by the throat and pinning him
to the ground as the attacker had planned to do to him, they slid
several feet on the ground leaving a huge cloud of dust. As it
began to settle you could see him on one knee holding down what
seemed to be Vitaliy.

“
It’s good to see that the wolves have
been training you well,” Vitaliy using his hands to knock the dust
away from his face,” Good lord boy are you going to let me up or am
I going to have to show you what I really can do?”

“
First you should explain to me how I
did that.”

With an uncontrollable laughter Vitaliy
said,” That is your inner Guardian taking over. I home to see more
and more of this; now you we have to start training with me,” Still
laughing as John helped him to his feet,” It seems as though you
have given Bernandas enough of a beating.”

“
That’s Bernandas?”

Has John turned around he could see
Bernandas was in the mist of changing back into a human and looked
pretty sore. John looked puzzled for the moment, the girls were now
coming out of the bush and Galechka wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him following up with saying,” Good job sweetie.” She bopped
him on his nose with her hand playfully.

“
No time for celebrating son,” said
Bernandas as he was shaking his head,” What I you just experienced
from me is nothing compared to an ancestor.”

“
You’re right”, agreed Vitaliy,” and
we do not have much time I fear, we have found a spy at the castle;
we have no idea who knows what outside of our castle.”

“
Worse yet, we do not know who it is
that may or may not know about him,” proclaimed
Bernandas.

“
I know guys, I know we need to train
harder,” John told them as he reached down for Galechka’s hand,” I
want to be sure I can protect her.” He confessed as he used his
free hand to caress her face and look deep into her
eyes.

She knew he would do anything for her and
would give his own life for hers. There were parts of her that felt
nervous, because he loved her so much. Other parts fearing being
with one person for the rest of her life, but her heart told her
that she loved him. Sadly, she was unsure which feeling was
stronger and was sometimes angry at him for this. She did not want
to feel trapped into a relationship with anyone. Sometimes she felt
resentment and hatred and did not know why. She did her best to
council these feelings from everyone.

He could feel the tension growing as they
were getting closer and closer to the place that they were staying;
he could not figure out what was wrong and/or what he had done. He
asked she and she replied back,” Whoever I am with should know what
I want when I want it.”

“
That is not possible that two people
know what each other need all the time, even with our
bond.”

“
Anyone I am with needs to know what I
am feeling, what I want, what I need or they are not the right one
for me.”

“
That only happens in really bad
romance novels; even the good ones show some sort of conflict
between people, which is what makes it interesting.”

She did not utter another word and just
ignored him as she blasted her music in her head phones. The night
was running out and John wanted to make amends with her somehow
some way and was troubled by the way she all the sudden blew him
off. One minute holding and hugging him, being playful, and now she
was cold and dismissive of him and anything between them. What had
caused this?

While she was sleeping he went out and
collected flowers, doing his best to pick out only the best; it was
very important to him that she liked what he brought her. She meant
the world to him. He hurried back and gave her the flowers hoping
she would be responsive and she sat down and spoke with him and
told him she was afraid that no one would accept them in this
world. Who cares if people accept us is what he was thinking. Did
his best to let her know that he loved her and it did not matter
what others thought. She was questioning it like a 12 year old
child.

A gently, but creepy knocking was coming
from the old wooden door; creepy was not the worst, it followed by
tapping of someone’s hardened finger nails an even and haunting
rhythm, waiting impatiently for the door to be answered. John
slowly and hesitantly opened the door, fearing what might behind.
It was Vitaliy and he had the look of utter and complete avidity on
his face.

“
Let’s go, no time to be wasting we
need to train, train, and train some more. We have little time I
fear,” exclaimed Vitaliy has he was once again tapping his thumb
off the tip of each finger, which was his usual posture for when he
was delivering a message that he felt need not be said.

“
OK, I will grab my things and get
Galechka.”

“
Not today, leave the girl to her own
things; I do not need anyone distracting you.”

“
But,” as soon as John got this word
out of his mouth, cut him off with,” No buts, she stays that is it!
Now move your ass!”

Reluctantly, he grabbed his jacket off the
back of the chair and headed towards the door, pausing at the door
for a breath moment just long enough to say,” I’ll be back as soon
as we are done train.”

Galina callously stated back,” No need to
hurry, I need time to myself.”

John just sighed and followed Vitaliy to the
training area; not a word was said the whole time, Vitaliy already
knew that this training season was trashed due to her callous
behavior with him. Vitaliy was trying to figure out how to deal
with this. Galina from being treat as a Barbie by her parents at
home as a human and then repeated by Adela made her unusual
character a spoiled and strange mixture. He had noticed that
throughout the years she would only walk and speak with a man as
her boyfriend for a very short time and find any excuse to push him
away. It was clear she was afraid to give herself over to love.
Vitaliy feared this could complicate things greatly.