Running Blind

Title: Running Blind
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: Vin/Orlando. Orlando/?
Rating: R for strong language

Disclaimer: The characters that are in this story are fictional.. I'm not making any profite off this story. For entertainment only.

Summary: My life was never my own, for you see I was bought and paid for. I never had any choice in what he did to me, I was his slave.

THANK YOU: BRITTNEY, FOR YOU HELP, WITHOUT YOU I COULDN'T DO IT...
THANK YOU: YLITH, FOR THE BANNER.. YOUR A SWEETHEART.....


A/N: The Chacters are not mine, but the story is... Please do not copy...

Chapter 20

Billy was watching TV as lights flashed across the window. Shifting his eyes to the monitors that displayed the cameras covering the front gate, he noticing the familiar dark blue of Sean’s BMW. Billy rose. “Christopher, Sean’s here.”

Christopher came out of the back room with a drink in his hand. “What did you say, Billy?”

“Sean’s here.”

“Get to it, boy. Don’t make him wait,” Christopher muttered as he put his drink down. “Do I have to tell you everything?”

Billy smiled at the old man. He knew Christopher was all bark and no bite. Walking out of the guardhouse with metal detector in hand, Billy walked to the driver’s side.

Sean snatched up the energized puppy and pushed the button, making the driver’s side window slide down.

Billy was shocked at the sight before him.

“Not a fucking word,” a hard cold voice slid from the dark interior.

Billy gulped, his face turning pale. He could not believe the guy known as the angel of death was holding a ball of fur, which was licking his face.

Christopher was walking around the car, checking underneath for explosives. Glancing up, Christopher saw Billy’s eyes as he stared into the car. Thinking something was wrong, he slid his gun out of its holster and quietly walked around to the back of the car.

Shoving Billy aside, Christopher pointed his gun inside the car. His mouth dropped open as he heard a little growl coming from Sean’s arms. Christopher lowered his gun. “I….I…”

Sean had had enough. Jerking open his door, he stepped out. Christopher back away from the menacing look Sean was giving them. “What the fuck are you looking at?” As if to punctuate his words, a little bark came from his arms.

“No….Nothing,” both guards stuttered in unison.

“Then do your damn job!” Sean snarled.

Both guards hurried around the car, checking this, then that. Billy climbed inside, searching between seats and through the glove department. Finally taking the metal detector, he went over every inch of the car but found nothing.

Finally finished, both guards stood in front of Sean. “You’re clean. You may go in, Sir. We’ll call and tell them you’re coming.”

Sean stared at the guards in front of him. His ice green eyes narrowed upon their faces. “You are not to say a fucking word at what you saw, is that understood?” Sean’s voice was a menacing whisper.

Both guards nodded, fear showing in their eyes.

Noticing that he got his point across, Sean slid back into the car.

Billy pushed the button to open the gate. They watched the dark BMW zoom by.

Billy and Christopher looked at each other. Billy was about to say something but Christopher shook his head. “Never speak of it; not even to me,” Christopher said as he walked back into the guardhouse.

Billy just stared after Christopher, shaking his head. “These people are strange,” Billy muttered, following Christopher.

+

As Sean pulled up to the front of the mansion, a boy ran up and opened his door.

“Good day, Mr. Bean,” Elijah greeted.

Sean stepped out, holding the puppy in his arms. The boy was about to get in to park his car but Sean’s voice stopped him.

“Boy, there’s a rat in the back seat. Hand it to me,” Sean sneered in distaste.

Glancing at Mr. Bean for a split second, Elijah then glanced at the back seat. Seeing the cage he reached back and grabbed it, handing it to Mr. Bean. “Here you go, Sir.”

Sean grabbed the cage in one hand while holding the puppy in the next. Turning he was about to head into the mansion but stopped and turned back. “Boy, can I ask you a question?”

Elijah stared into Sean’s green eyes with confusion. No one ever wanted to ask him anything or, for that matter, talk to him. “Yes, sir?”

“How old are you?” Sean’s voice became soft.

“Seventeen.”

“If you had a choice, which would you choose?” Sean asked, holding up first the cage then the puppy.

“No, doubt sir, the puppy.” Elijah’s voice was firm.

“Thank you.” Sean smiled briefly and then the cold mask settled back in.

“There are gifts in the trunk that needs to be brought in,” Sean said as he turned and walked away.

+

Upon reaching the entrance, a servant opened the door. Walking in, Sean looked around. Vin’s mansion was decorated with exquisite taste, from the marble statue in the center of the forum of a naked man holding a water jug – which Vin referred to as “Water Bearer” – to the ancient Roman art work dating back before the birth of Christ that lined every nook and cranny. Sean had to give Vin credit; the man loved beautiful things and wanted to be surrounded by them.

There were people crawling all around the mansion doing various things. Staring at the strange faces, he couldn’t believe Vin would allow all these people into his house without proper security. Glancing around, he saw several guards watching the proceedings and frowned. “Not nearly enough,” Sean grumbled.

Turning, Sean went up the first flight of stairs. He knew Vin like no other and he knew for a fact that Vin wouldn’t let Orlando wander around with all these strangers in and around the mansion. As he started up the second set of stairs, he was met by Ian.

“Good morning, Mr. Bean,” the old servant greeted.

Sean stared at Ian for a second. He liked Ian: he was dependable and watched over Orlando, well, as much as one can. “Where is he, Ian?” Sean’s voice was steady.

Ian’s eyebrow rose as he saw what was in Sean’s hands.

Before Sean could answer, a little bark floated through the air.

Sean didn’t think Ian’s eyebrow could rise any further then it already had, but it did. Sean almost laughed at the comical face the stiff man was making.

“Take this… rat,” Sean said as he thrust the cage at Ian. “This is Orlando’s gift from Vin.”

Ian grabbed the cage and looked at the little fuzzy creature that was running around inside. “Sean, this is a guinea pig, not a rat.” Ian’s voice was filled with honest laughter.

“They all look the same to me.” Sean’s voice became hard.

Ian was staring at the other little object in his hands. “And that?”

“My present.”

“You know that Vin’s not going to…” Ian started.

“I don’t give a shit what Vin will think of it,” Sean voice became deadly. “Orlando’s a boy and he needs something he can play with like other boys. And he sure as the hell can’t play with a fucking rat.”

Ian saw how Sean eyes had turned cold and his voice became a whisper.

“Now…where is he?”

“Upstairs in the master bedroom, but I don’t think it’s proper for…” Ian’s voice died away at the look Sean was giving him.

“Ian, you forget yourself. For that, I will over look it, but just this once,” Sean said before he turned and walked up the second set of stairs.

Ian looked after the broad shouldered man and shivered. Sean eyes that had turned dead like a shark’s. He knew why the man was called the Angel of Death.

Ian forgotten, Sean tucked the puppy inside his coat as his feet hit upper landing, where two guards greeted him at the hall entrance that led to Vin’s bedroom.

Upon seeing Vin’s right hand man, both guards relaxed their stance.

Nodding, Sean walked down the hall. As he reached the double oak doors, Sean paused, taking a deep breath before knocking.

Hearing a soft, “Come in,” Sean hesitated. He’d only been in this room a few times and hated it each and every time.

Taking another deep breath, he opened the door. Walking into the room, Sean looked around, averting his eyes from the large bed.

“Orlando?”

+

Orlando was standing at the window, trying to see what was going on down below. But as he heard a familiar voice calling his name, he turned and saw Sean standing in the room.

“Uncle Sean!” Orlando cried out as he ran to the older man.

A big smile crossed Sean face as he saw Orlando running to him. Grabbing the boy, he gave him a big hug. A small growl escaped from inside Sean’s coat.

Orlando stepped back, his brown eyes becoming large and questioning. “Sean, what was that?”

“Your birthday present, sweetheart,” Sean said as he pulled out the tan lab pup.

Orlando looked at the pup, his eyes held excitement. “Mine?”

“Yes, all yours,” Sean said as he held the puppy out for him to grab.

“What about Vin?” Orlando asked, his hands itching to grab the pup. He’d always wanted a dog to play with but Vin was strictly against having one.

“Don’t you worry about Vin, sweetheart.” Sean said with determination.

“Oh thank you, Uncle Sean.” Walking over, his hands reached out to grab the pup but pulled them back. His beautiful brown eyes stared intently at the bundle of fur that was in Sean’s hand.

Sean’s heart broke as he watched Orlando fight a battle with himself. “He’s yours. It will not be taken away.”

Orlando’s eyes jerked up to meet warm green eyes. The weariness in Orlando’s eyes slowly faded and a smile slid across his lips, his hands reaching once more for the puppy.

As he held the puppy to his chest, Orlando leaned up and kissed Sean’s cheek. “Thank you so much, Uncle,” Orlando’s soft voice caressed Sean’s face.

“My pleasure, sweetheart,” Sean said. He smiled as he watched Orlando hug the puppy to his chest.

“What should I name you, boy?” Orlando whispered.

The puppy was wagging his tail, his little head reaching up to try and lick Orlando’s face.

As Orlando giggled at the puppy antics, Sean’s lungs ceased to produce breath. His eyes were fixed upon Orlando’s face. Those dark orbs that held the secrets of old danced with merriment, and that smile that could outshine the sun itself.

“What should I call him, Uncle?”

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Sean contemplated Orlando’s question for a second. “That should be something between you and your puppy.”

Orlando thought for a second. His brows lowered in concentration as his bottom lip slipped between his teeth. “How about Pirate?”

Before Sean could answer, the pup let out a little bark.

“I guess we have our answer!” Sean laughed as the puppy attacked Orlando’s face with his little pink tongue.

“Get dressed and let’s go downstairs, let the little bugger run around…” Sean’s voice died as he noticed the dramatic change in Orlando’s face.

“I can’t, uncle. Vin said I couldn’t step a foot outside this door.”

Sean was quiet for a few minutes. He was torn; on one hand Orlando wasn’t a baby but on the other, he could understand Vin’s reasoning.

“Did he say why?” Sean asked.

“Vin said there wasn’t enough security to watch me and everyone else properly,” Orlando said, his eye fixed on the puppy in his arms.

“Well, I’m here now, so get dressed and we’ll head downstairs.” Sean smiled. “I consider myself qualified to protect you.”

Jerking his head back up, Orlando’s eyes met Sean’s. “Thank you, uncle,” Orlando said in a rush of excitement.

TBC.

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