The Protector of children

Chapter 14: Dreams never lost long

There was something defiantly bigger then the bulldog resting on his back and it was trying to smother him into the mattress . Bain tried to save his life by push himself up but the mammoth sleeping on top of him seemed to gained fifty more pounds and dared to groan out his own discomfort for having his sleep disturbed.

Nah-uh!

Bain Alexander Withers IS NOT a pillow!

The moonstone eyes zeroed in on fleshy piece of arm and reached forward, pearly white teeth aimed and ready.

“Ow! What the hell-” Poor sleepy Travers jumped off his cozy little ’Bain’ pillow and looked over his wounded arm, wondering if he would be needing a rabies shot.

The blonde, not caring about his bed partner’s problems, scooted away with arms wrapped around a pillow and a content smile on his pale face. He still wore the content smile as he pulled on a pair of cotton lounge pants and made way to sleep the rest of the night on the couch. A little fat bulldog waddle sleepily behind.

The poor detective rubbed the bitten place of his arm as he returned to sleep on the bed of his lover, wondering along will it take till the blonde was fully able to sleep on a bed without pain or trouble. He was back to sleep just as the sun was begin to raise.

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A ring on his personal mobile phone woke him up or it was more like a ring on his personal mobile phone woke someone who doesn’t like his sleep disturbed as he stomped from living room to bed, picking up the phone from inside a pocket of discarded pants and was thrown at the large sleeping man’s gut that woke the dark-haired man. He was able to catch the blurry end of blonde before he flipped open his phone and gave a tired ’yeah?’

“Raise and shine, buddy. The warrants are fleshly printed and it’s time to check out if we got sick bastards living in the woods.” His partner sounded even more tired then he was and there was defiantly a man mumbling sleepily in the background about unholy waking hours. Travers just let the thought go and died as he laid there, rubbing an eye then the side of his head.

“All right, I’ll be there in about an hour.” He didn’t want to go but he needed to if the children of the world were to be just a little safe again at least from this sick bastard. Or just a certain moonstone-eyed blonde who can stop looking over his shoulders for once in his short but very painful life.

“Hey, how come we didn’t check that one guy’s house. The one, um Micaville? We were just there?” Cheza ignored the whine in the background even more for it was beginning to sound even more familiar then it should and he didn’t need to go down that road of thinking till after coffee had replaced the water in his body.

He found and slipped on his pants from last night. “Just needed to checked on Bain. Too make sure that he hasn’t o.d’ed on his many pills just yet.” It was a good excuse as any and mostly true. He did needed to see Bain last night.

“Figures as much. Well, just kissed the little smart mouth and come in so we maybe end this case today and moved onto the next one.” And that was the end to the morning wake-up call.

The stormy-eyed man just gave a ‘mmm’ and let his shirt un-tucked and pulled on his winter coat as he moved around in the little apartment. He spied the little tuft of blond, blue and purple poking from the mess of curled up blankets on the couch as well a wake but still a bit sluggish guard dog taking a careful watch as he creeped up close and pulled back the blankets just enough to kiss a pale cheek.

“I’ll met you for lunch at the bookshop, okay. And I’m buying so pick the most expensive place on the block to eat, okay.” He whispered in the over studded ear and was given a muffed ‘whatever’ as an answer. It brought a smile on his face anyway and earned the pale cheek another kiss before he walked out the door after locking it some from the inside first.

He has to remember to ask for a key on his next visit.

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The stupid officers can look and look but they will never find you, my little angels. I hid you all so well and I know none of you will give your presence away. Stupid little men that think that they are doing the world a favor.

Bah! They should be grateful that I am keeping the children of this world safe. Safe from those that would ruin a child’s innocence and turned them into disgusting little queers like my poor Lance.

But soon, I’m bringing him home to us. Home and I shall return him to the good and pure way of the angels. Then maybe God can still let him into heaven once I feed his soul from that ugly shell that was called a body.

My little fiery-angel deserves that much at least.

Mmph . See? They can tear up the whole house from top to bottom, from side to side, front and back and couldn’t find any of my little children.

The darky is too fat and lazy to do much but order the others around and the large dark-haired one that he called partner is too determined to find something that he doesn’t think once that I had enough time to pick out the best spots to hide my little angels.

I’ll give helpful insights and point them in the direction of neighbor of mine that needed to be taken to jail anyway for how he had treated his little girl all these years before I took her in and she was one of the best of my little pretties.

After all, is that what a concerned citizen should do?

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The old man grinned and talked politely to the detectives and the uniformed men and women of the law as they tore up his house. Mindful to keep his glances to a hidden shed hidden deep within the trees of his backyard to a very small minimum.

He kept talking how one of his neighbors was always leaving and coming to his house at all odd hours of the night and how he would sometimes heard the distress cry of a child coming from the house whenever he walked past it on his many walks.

All but one has taken the bait, but he alone was the only one that thought that Micaville was lying. The stormy-eyed detective gave the entire place one more look, trying to find an hidden place in the wall and in the floor that wasn’t there before but he too gave up and followed his partner out, all ready talking about other possible leads of the case.

But the old man could care less about all that, after all he had a reunion party to plan. His little fire-haired angel was soon coming home.

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