Blood Vane

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It was almost midnight by the time Alistair Boot and Royal Pope made it to the admittance area of Emory University Hospital in Atlanta Ga.

Since Florence Abigail had so rudely interrupted their little kinky love fest earlier in the evening to inform Alistair that Roddy Malone had been injured and taken by ambulance to the hospital; they had hurried to get there and after swiftly dressing and jumping in Royal’s car they had made it to Atlanta in record time.

Royal watched Alistair nervously bite his lip as he talked to the nurse in charge.

“Oh yes,” the short lady in white said as she looked at the chart, “Dr. Andrews is the one you need to see. Wait right here and ill page him for you.”

The next moment a call went out over the system for Dr. Andrews. Royal smiled at Alistair and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. “Relax love,” Royal whispered, “its all going to be alright.”

Alistair gave him a timid smile back, but looked extremely doubtful as a tired looking doctor still wearing surgical scrubs walked up to address them. “Mr. Boot?” the man said, holding out his hand. “I’m Doctor Andrews.”

Alistair took the hand and shook it. “Yes, I’m Alistair Boot.” He glanced over at Royal, “and this is my colleague Judge Royal Pope. What can you tell us Doc? How is he?”

The doctor shook his head wearily. “As well as someone with two ruptured testicles can possibly be I suppose.”

Alistair and Royal both winced. “Two r-rup…” Alistair sputtered.

“Yes two,” the doctor said as he gave him an odd look, “I have to tell you Mr. Boot. I’ve been a urologist for close to twenty years and I’ve never seen an injury like this one.”

“What do you mean?” Royal said since Alistair had apparently been rendered speechless.

“Well…. I thought id seen practically everything. Cancer, car wrecks, sports injuries….” Dr. Andrews paused for a second. “But I have to say this is the first time I’ve ever actually had a patient that almost had his testicles purposely ripped off.”

Dr. Andrews watched with a small amount of amusement as both the men in front of him went deathly pale.

Alistair recovered first. “Can we see him? Is he awake? I need to talk to him about what happened.”

Dr. Andrews nodded, “Yes, you can see him, but no he’s not awake yet. Follow me gentlemen.”

Feeling decidedly queasy Alistair fell into step behind the Doctor and Royal followed as they all walked down the hall and went through the door to Roddy’s room.

Doctor Andrews came to a halt just inside the door. “Ill have to ask you both to keep it down.” He said, “right now this boy needs to rest as much as he can.”

Royal and Alistair both nodded solemnly, then followed Dr. Andrews the rest of the way into the room to stand by Roddy’s bed.

Roddy Malone's face was almost as white as the sheets that he lay on, and the were multiple tubes running from him to the various equipment in the room.

“We were able to salvage the testicles and control the bleeding.” Dr. Andrews said as he pulled the sheet back to expose the injury. “The catheter is to help with drainage until the swelling goes down enough for him to resume normal urination.”

Alistair's eyes grew wide but he reacted in a mature and professional manner to the sight before
him. “EEEEPPPP!!” He squeaked.

Dr. Andrews nodded in agreement. “Indeed.”

Alistair turned to Royal to see what he thought of the boys condition but then quickly realized he wouldn’t be getting an opinion from his lover anytime in the near future. As soon as the full damage had been revealed the big tough Judge had fainted dead away and silently slipped to the floor.



In their cell at the Hillbern Boot Facility for wayward boys Seth Edwards lay on his side studying his
roommate as he tossed and turned on the bunk directly opposite his. Blood had been thrashing about for quite awhile and since Seth couldn’t sleep anyway he had watched the other boy as he mumbled in his sleep and occasionally lashed out at something in his dreams.

Briefly, Seth considered trying to wake him up but thought better of it. You could never tell how someone might react to being roused from a nightmare and Seth had had quite enough excitement lately without looking for trouble, thank you very much.

Sonny was, of course, sound asleep as though he hadn’t a care in the world.


In his dreams, Thomas "Blood" Vane walked through deep fall woods with twin wolves once again at his side. The only sounds were the crunch of the leaves underneath his feet, and the gentle snuffling of the wolves as they explored the vivid red and gold canopy underneath the trees. Sunlight poured through the multi colored limbs as leaves drifted lazily down to carpet the forest floor.

The peaceful scene was abruptly interrupted by the hooting of an owl sitting low on one of the tree branches. Golden eyes followed the wolves every move as it sat and stared.

Even in a dream it struck Blood as odd that an owl was out in the daylight and he regarded it curiously. The bird never wavered as it keenly observed both wolves. “Who?” it hooted inquisitively.

The low growling at his side told Blood that the wolves had become of aware they were under scrutiny and they weren’t at all pleased with it.

“Its ok,” Blood murmured soothingly, “it cant hurt you.”

The owl’s head swiveled to look at him and then its gaze was once again riveted on the wolves. “Who?” It demanded again, “Who?”

The growling grew in volume as the two wolves and the owl stared each other down.

Not wanting to get caught in a fight, Blood tried again to calm the wolves. “Its ….”

Blood never got to finish what ever it was he was going to say because at that moment he was blind sided in an attack from above. He threw both arms up to protect his face as something black as sin flew at him and long claws ripped into the tender skin of his neck.

The wolves went ballistic. Snarling as they both jumped in the air to try to snatch the intruder out of the space surrounding him. Blood screamed in surprise and anger and flailed at the big black bird, then just as suddenly as it came, it was gone.

Tentatively, Blood lowered his arms and looked around. The owl still sat balefully glaring at the wolves but now there was also a large black crow perched in another nearby tree examining him coldly.

Reaching up Blood touched the stinging claw marks on his neck and loudly cursed at the offending crow.

To his great surprise, the raven ruffled it feathers at him and squawked meaningfully.

He wasn’t sure exactly how he knew it, but Blood was somehow quite positive. That bloody bird had just cursed him back.