Ezekiel followed Brandon out of the sparing room moments after he ran out, but he was unnervingly fast. It was odd that Brandon’s speed hadn’t disturbed him until now, but even when they had first meet Ezekiel realized that he should have noticed that the man moved more like a beast....and not a mortal.

Brandon was somehow already cresting the stairs, before Ezekiel had even touched the first one and by time he had made it to Brandon’s door it was closed. Panting slightly Ezekiel stopped and hesitated. He should have knocked, but something told him that something....was amiss. That Brandon was hurt.

He felt it all around him, he sensed a strange residue on his soul.

Something Powerful. Something....unnatural. Dangerous. Wrong.

It had wafted around Brandon for a second like an invisible blanket.

Then he had felt it again. Something he had been sure had only been a figment of his fevered dreams at night. Power so raw, so sweet, so familiar and amazing that his body nearly trembled. He had felt it before. He felt saliva gathering in his mouth....because he remember tasting it and for a moment he had been sure that the amazing power had flowed into him from Brandon himself, but then he’d run away.

Why? And why did Ezekiel have this strange sense of dejavu? As if he knew this power?

Was this power what Brandon had been harboring and hiding all this time? Ezekiel had known since meeting him in the woods that Brandon was hiding some huge secret. Something connected to his unknown past....

Ezekiel couldn’t turn away. Something profound...and powerful refused to let him leave Brandon alone. It was insanity but when it came to Brandon he seemed guided not by morality or his mind, but by his passions and his instincts alone. Ezekiel tried very hard not to be a wild beast, but a mantra in his soul had been beating uncontrolled ever since he had awoken.

Mine...

It called and demanded of him. It told him to protect the strong, but fragile mortal before him.

It was wrong, but a very big part of him, couldn’t do anything but bend to the strange pull that Brandon had over him.

Deep down Ezekiel knew there was something that Brandon always tried to keep him from seeing and now nothing but a door stood between Ezekiel and the secret that he knew Brandon had. A secret Brandon would never allow Ezekiel to understand.

So curse him, but Ezekiel grabbed the knob and turned it.

The door popped open and Ezekiel walked in. Brandon’s scent was the first thing he smelled, which made sense since Brandon spent most of his time in the room, but then Ezekiel caught the sour smell of vomit.

“Brandon?” he called as he opened the door further. Deep down, his Leopard picked up the pumping of valves and a heartbeat. He followed the sound into the bathroom doorway where he discovered Brandon on the floor.