Dark Connections: The Other Half

Disclaimer: This is an original story, all characters have been made up by me and in no way represent any people that are alive or dead. This is my story, I created it and have not ripped it off of anyone.

Warnings: Angst, Death, Language, MC,N/C, OC, Tort, UST, WIP

Chapter 25

Brant was secured to a table full of crosses. Not enough to kill him, but enough to keep him from moving. Liz was secured the same way but her table was attached to the wall. Both were conscious but weren't speaking to each other. Elizabeth's lips had been sewn together and Brant's tongue had been cut out. It would grow back once he slept and woke up the next night. The thread used to sew Liz's lips had been soaked in holy water. So it was better to leave her mouth alone rather than break the thread.
Brant could hear Liz behind him making noises. He turned his head so that he could see her from the corner of his eye. She was looking at him and then at the wall across from her. He turned to the other wall. Evan was nailed to the wall in a bloody mess. At least they were all together now. The door to the room opened and Tyler walked in.
"Brant, Brant, Brant. You just can't seem to stay on my good side. I cannot wait to give you back to Bradley. He is going to rip you apart. You know how he hates people snooping around in places they do not belong. But until then, the two of you will have to serve me, instead of being left with the Laviathin. I'm in a good mood today." He snapped his fingers and two men walked in to free the two captives. When Liz was let down she fled to Tyler and feel to her knees and pleaded with her eyes. "What do you want? I've already give you safety for now."
Liz pointed to Evan and then to herself. She said with her eyes that she wanted him to come with them. "Plmeese." She tried to say through the thread.
"You want him to come, too?" Liz nodded her yead rapidly. "And are you going to care for him?" He asked. She nodded again. "Alright, fine. Since I'm feeling generous. Bring him as well." Elizabeth could have cried. That was so much easier than she thought. One of the men who had entered the room began to pull the nails out of Evan's body. He feel to the floor with a wet slap. Elizabeth walked over to him and put his arm around her shoulders and helped him stand up. It took him a moment but he finally lifted his head to look at her.
"Elizabeth?" he said quietly. All she could do was nod her head.
"Hurry up you three. It's a long way home." Tyler told them. They all left the room, happy to be alive.


It took them about an hour to finally get to where Tyler lived. He lived above the ground in the middle of the woods, but several passages desceneded into the ground. As soon as they entered the house, Brant was taken to a different part of the house. Tyler led Elizabeth, still supporting Evan, upstairs to a spare room. She took him over to the bed and laid him on it. She ripped off her sleeves and wiped away the excess blood. The wounds in his arms had already closed but it would take a few hours before he was fully back to normal.
"This will be his and your room. I expect you to keep him in line and make sure he doesn't get into trouble. I will send someone for you in ten minutes. I require you to wear somehing decent. There are things to choose from in the closet." Tyler told her and left. LIz watched and listened to make sure that Tyler had really left. She sat down next to Evan on the bed and brushed his hair from his eyes.
"What happened?" he asked with his eyes shut. Liz couldn't answer so she tapped his chest with her finger. His eyes slowly opened and he took in Liz's swen lips. "Damn, Liz." he said. He raised his hand and ran his thumb over her lips. Liz winced. "Sorry," he said. She nodded and stood up. Time to change.
The closet was huge. Almost half the size of the actual room. It was filled with nothing but clothes. The only downside was that all of them had barely any material to them. Perfect.
When she walked back out, Evan's eyes went wide. She had on a dark green, see through cloth that just draped over her body. Underneath that all she had on was black bra and underwear. She looked gorgeous. She held up her hands, spun around and shrugged.
"Yeah, you look great." he said. Elizabeth went to smile but the threads prevented it. She screamed through her closed lips. Evan sat up and held out his hand. Elizabeth hesitated before walking to the bed. "It'll be fine. Why don't you just rip them out?" he asked. Liz shook her head. She folded her hands like she was praying then pointed to her lips. "Holy water?" she nodded.
Liz's eyes went wide. She put her hand on her stomach, then crossed and rocked her arms in front of her. Evan stared at her for a moment. She grabbed a pillow and started to rock it. It finally hit him.
"Paige had the baby?" he said excitedly. "What is it? Boy or girl?" Liz pointed at him. Evan smiled. A man stepped into the room.
"It's time." he said. Elizabeth sighed and stood up.
"Be careful." Evan said. Liz looked back over her shoulder at him. She hoped she would.


The man escorted her down to a room outside the dining room. Cross lined cuffs were placed on her wrists with a chain that the man next to her was holding. He led her into the next room. A long table took up the entire length of the room. It was filled with nothing but shifters. Liz suddenly felt like food. All of their eyes watched her as she walked. A door at the other end of the room opened and Brant was led in to stand behind Tyler.
Brant was wearing a pair of black jeans and nothing else. A collar was clamped around his th roat with a chain that the man beside him held.
"It's so nice of you two to join us this evening." Tyler todl them. Next to him, Paige was trying very hard not to freak out. She had not expected to see those two here. What had happened? Tyler's head nodded slightly. Both Elizabeth and Brant were punched by the men holding their chains. Paige winced. "I do not tolerate subjects who do not respond to me." Liz looked at him like he was crazy. They couldn't respond to him. "Well?" Liz looked at Brant with wide eyes. "Very well."
The man grabbed Elizabeth's arm and threw her onto the table. Each shifter around her grabbed a hold of her and pinned her to the table. Brant moved foward but was forced to his knees. The man took a cross out of his pocket and held it out to Brant. It started to glow a blue-white color so bright that Tyler and Paige had to shield their eyes.
"Do what you want to her." Tyler said. Elizabeth made protesting noises and tried to pull free of the hands that held her down. Paige jumped to her feet.
"Stop it, now!" she yelled. Noboby moved. Tyler stood and faced her.
"Sit back down."
"No, I'm envoking the right of protection. Anyone in this home can be protected if they are high enough in the pack. Being your mate makes me pretty damn high. These two will stay safe as long as they are here or I die. And I know you won't kill me. You need me to bad. Need me to birth your child." Tyler's face was turning purple. No one, no one acted like this towards him.
"Take them and get out." he said through clenched teeth. Brant and Liz were set free and Paige led them out. She had planned to take them to her room, but Liz grabbed her arm and led her down another hallway that led to her room. When Paige entered the room, she ran to Evan. She pratically jumped on him.
"I didn't think they had found you." she said hugging him tightly.
"Yeah, they found me. Liz is the one who begged for my release." Evan told her.
"But your mouth...?" she said turning to Liz.
"She did a nice job enough though she can't talk." Evan said looking at Liz. "I tahnk you for that." Liz smiled as best she could. "We need to get the stitches out of her mouth. THen tell me about my nephew." Paige smiled wide.
"Liz, come here." she said. Both Brant and Liz moved to the bed. "Why won't she rip them out? She's strong enough." she asked Evan since Elizabeth couldn't answer.
"They were soaked in holy water and it drived on her skin. If she rips them the wounds won't heal and her lips will be split forever." he explained.
"I see. Well, anyone have a knife?" she asked. Brant pulled one out from his shoe and handed it to Evan.
"Sit down in front of me." He told Liz. She did. She didn't like her mouth being closed. Evan put a hand on the back of her neck to make sure her head wouldn't move. He looked into her eyes from inches away. "I'll try not to get your lips." he said. He placed the tip of the blade on the corner of her mouth and in one motion, slashed across the thread. He kept his word. He didn't get her lips. Evan gently pulled the remaining thread through her lips. She winced as he did. Liz hated holy water. When it was all out she had seven holes on the top and bottom of her lips. They would heal but scar over. She'd have marks until she died. The tips of Evan's fingers had turned red from handling the thread.
"Thanks, Evan." She said, glad to hear her voice.
"Anytime." he replied with a smile. Liz gave him one back. But it soon faded. She grabbed her stomach and doubled over in pain. "Elizabeth!" Evan said. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up so he could see her face. Her eyes had turned pure black.
"Oh, my God." Paige said. Liz let out a scream that sounded too painful. Evan buried her head to his chest to muffle the scream. Her body jerked.
"Elizabeth, what is it" Evan asked pulling her away from him.
"It's Ashton."