Quote:Next Time I will Stay(UC, Adult, Slash) [COMPLETE]
Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 11:05 pm
<center>The Continuing Saga of Zan and Rath</center>
Title: Quote: “Next Time I will Stay!”
Author: suicide_eagle_rath
Rating: Slash / Adult Only
Pairing: Zan and Rath (a.k.a. TellymonRath or Tellymon in my books)
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended. I am only attempting to finish a riveting story from one point of view.
Summary: This is on Antar—in the past. TellymonRath wanting to escape from the Palace and Zan for a couple of days takes off to do a routine rooting out of rebel terrorists in a nearby small city. He is injured and returns home, back to Zan who has learned to wait patiently for TellymonRath to be comfortable with relationships.
TellymonRath has a problem with romantic interludes involving Zan and tends to create a reason to be away from the Palace when Zan makes plans for the two of them. He must come to term with his relationship with Zan and that involves any factors before he finally tries to do what s right.
Author’s Note: The story is one of many that has come about since I have been to post Gone But Not Forgotten Book One:The Chronicles of Antar These additional stories came about through a series of contests, ideas, scenes from the book that have been expanded and posted to sites where the entire series is not being posted and even challenges. Many of these will be incorporated in Book 2 onwards, so look for them and how or if they changed.
This is a new material written for The Past Returns: Book Two of the Chronicles of Antar. There will be many terms, events, or items may be hard to understand without prior knowledge of the series. I will try to explain some in this piece, but not all explanations will be possible.
Warning: Read at your own risk. Profanity, violent fight description and sexual scene between m/m do occur in this piece.
Originally done for three different contests in three different pieces.
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Quote: “Next Time I will Stay!”
Part 1 of 3
TellymonRath was disturb something was wrong. He had paced for almost two hours his senses heightened, watching the streets below his window at the inn, the streets that were just too quiet, the streets that were just to void of life, the streets that spoke of death more than life.
Not liking the feeling, he ordered the Imperial Guards, which had accompanied him, to dress and remove themselves from the city, a city that had until recent times been a stronghold with the ‘House of Thardan’.
They would take up camp just on the outskirts of the city. Quietly his men dressed and prepared the mounts as they silently stole away in the dead of night. They returned quickly, their steps were soundless as they took up surveillance positions from outside the inn.
Tellymon stayed behind, he wanted to know who was at the heart of the terrorism that had enveloped the small city residents. The Imperial Guards balked at his decision it was their duty to guard the Royal Prince, but TellymonRath would have none of it. This was not the first time he had ordered them away, nor would it be the last. Tellymon was more than qualified to handle this little situation.
Tellymon took up residence jus down the hallway in a little alcove that permitted a view of the street below and of the door to his room. Minutes passed into hours as he sat there posed to strike, the Temple had taught him great patience when hunting an enemy.
Then suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Tellymon saw some movement, three dark figures, their faces concealed approached the rooms that he and his escort had occupied; the rooms where he and his men were supposedly sleeping; dummies now lie in their beds. Tellymon crept towards the room, he watched as the door opened and the figures attacked the still figures with great zeal and pleasure apparent in their utter destruction. Soon though they noticed, there was no blood apparent to the nose or eyes, nor any sounds of screams, or moans to the ears. Their blades were clean as the metal gleamed in the moonlight.
Tellymon entered the room without their knowledge; before they could react, he struck fast and accurately. Directly in front of him was the first to die, his blade succeeded in cutting almost though the neck in a single swipe. The man fell to the ground before he uttered a single note of speech.
The other two turned to defend themselves against this unknown assailant. Tellymon countered by disappearing and then reappearing to the left of the second man, his knife finding its home in the heart, which he carved out of the man’s side like a surgeon of old.
Smiling he held the beating heart in his hand, the eyes of the man screamed in terror as he fell onto the ground, with a deep barbaric laugh Tellymon dropped the heart dropped onto the corpse.
The final man was scared; he had never come upon an enemy so fast and unpredictable before. The man stabbed widely in the air towards Tellymon, he was backing up tying for the doorway. Once again, Tellymon countered the move and caught the man off guard, as his suddenly appeared in front of man. With one quick slice of his blade Tellymon cut through the man’s wrist that was wielding knife, effectively severing the tendons causing the hand instantly to drop the knife. Within a second the gold double edge blade came back and up, hitting its target securely holding the man’s throat.
The pain traveled quickly up his arm as the man realized the wound that had been inflicted. The would-be assassin started shaking, begging nonverbally to die a merciful death, hopping that the knife at his throat would be quick and pain.
Tellymon paused momentarily before he severed the man’s head. “Who are you? What do you want with us?”
The man did not answer; trembling from the loss of blood, he began to cry for death. Wanting an answer, Tellymon decided to heal the wound that was bleeding profusely to a slow drip so the man could answer before he bled to death.
“Tell me!” TellymonRath yelled, “Who are you? What do you want with us?” the rage was just below the surface, the pressure was mounting to torture the enemy into talking. “Tell me!” The rage would take great pleasure in torturing, the emotions culminating in terror, fear, those images the rage would swallow whole and spit back as venom directed at the enemies veins. Tellymon took a deep breath as he brought the rage under control. “Tell me!” He yelled again as he backhanded the man, throwing him against the brick wall.
The walls shook and the resounding thud had disturbed the other residents who now dared to venture into the hallway. The Imperial Guard, who had come running when they heard the thunderous yell of TellymonRath’s voice, however they would stay out of the room, until so ordered by their Prince. They dutifully cleared the hallway; the people moved quickly when they saw the Imperial uniforms. That meant there was royalty close by. Many of the commoners held up in a couple of rooms connected by an adjoining door. There they speculated in quiet whispers on just whom the royal visitor was.
The man was terrified he could feel the cold terror, sadistic and savage, ebb off TellymonRath in waves; pure unadulterated evil. Whoever this man was he was probably powerful, the man now knew that he would die but his family may also suffer due to his transgression.
“Please my Lord,” the man finally spoke in barely an audible raspy voice. “I beg not for my own life but for that of my family. They know nothing of my transgression.”
“Why?” The room shook with fear. “Why did you attack me?”
“I was hired to kill the men staying in this room.” The man was on his knees as the words stuttered out, “I was not told who they were.” He body was shaking as he continued his confession “I was told you and your men raped a child as a sacrifice to ancient she-beast” The man was wiping the tears from his face. “I needed the money; my wife is ready to have our child. We do not have money for the medical treatment she will need; she will die when the child is born.”
“Can you describe the man who hired you?”
The man pointed to the dead body on the floor. “I was downstairs in the bar when he approached me and said I could earn some good money to kill you. I figured justice would be done.”
Tellymon took another deep breath, as he determined if the man was lying and should die by his hand or was redeemable considering the circumstances. The demon he spoke of the one referred to in hushed tones, as the Evil Bitch Monster of Death was a regional legend that the locals actually believed in when ever children were missing. They were a superstitious lot in this village; Tellymon took a deep pure breath as he allowed himself to enter the mind of his enemy verifying if what he said was truth or lie. The man screamed in pain as Tellymon forced himself inside; it was a horrible invasion, especially for the lesser races because they are ill equipped and unprepared for the procedure.
Satisfied with what he found, Tellymon finished healing the man’s wounds. Pointing to a bed, he ordered the man to sit as the Imperial Guards entered the room.
Tellymon shook his head at the man and looked at the dead body, “Damn.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked around the room, “You’re pretty good with that blade when your victim is asleep. How good are you when he is awake?”
“I thought I was pretty good until I saw you. I have never come upon a fighter like you. You should be in the army; Commander Rath could use you against the Ki’var.”
“Funny I was just thinking the same about you.”
The man looked at the Imperial Guards who had gathered by the door awaiting orders, he wondered if he was to be arrested. Then he looked back at the man he almost killed. The light in the room was increased and now he could see the face of his intended victim. His long platinum blonde hair and silver eyes marked him of a Royal class, yet he wore clothes of a Shadow Warrior. Who was he that he had been commissioned to kill? He suddenly felt that he was duped, these men were not rapists, but something else far more sinister was involved.
Tellymon turned to the Imperial Guards, “I want these men,” pointing to the two dead bodies, “examined and determined who they are.”
“Yes Your Majesty. Are you all right”, asked the captain of the guards.
“Yes fine.” Actually, he was not fine, Tellymon was quick but not quick enough this time as a blade did cut deeply into his side and back. “They were hired to eliminate us, that one there has no idea of who he was to kill. Only that he needed money and would do the task.” Tellymon winced as he felt his back wet; the moisture was beginning to run down the band of his pants.
The Guards looked at the man who was starting to shake. “Take two men and escort this man to where he lives. I hereby order the doctor in this town to attend to the birth of their child; he will pay for the doctor with his new job. Find him a position in the Imperial Army, he is good with a blade, just needs to channel his energy in a more positive path.”
“Yes your majesty.”
"The rest of us will head for the Palace now." Tellymon turned and walked out the door, He was concentrating on sending the healing energy down to his wound, but the fight had tired him, add the fact that he was pissed that he had been out maneuvered and injured, both elements were detrimental to his healing abilities the process was slow.
“You let’s go.” one of the Imperial Guards pointed the way to the door.
“Who was that?” the man asked as he got up slowly from the bed.
“Him? You really do not know who that was.” the soldiers all started laughing. “Why my lad that was the Warrior Price TellymonRath.”
The man turned pale as his knees buckled, he collapsed back down onto the bed. “Commander Rath?” His life had been spared by his idol, the one he had waited for, the one they worshipped, the prophecy that had been told.
Title: Quote: “Next Time I will Stay!”
Author: suicide_eagle_rath
Rating: Slash / Adult Only
Pairing: Zan and Rath (a.k.a. TellymonRath or Tellymon in my books)
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended. I am only attempting to finish a riveting story from one point of view.
Summary: This is on Antar—in the past. TellymonRath wanting to escape from the Palace and Zan for a couple of days takes off to do a routine rooting out of rebel terrorists in a nearby small city. He is injured and returns home, back to Zan who has learned to wait patiently for TellymonRath to be comfortable with relationships.
TellymonRath has a problem with romantic interludes involving Zan and tends to create a reason to be away from the Palace when Zan makes plans for the two of them. He must come to term with his relationship with Zan and that involves any factors before he finally tries to do what s right.
Author’s Note: The story is one of many that has come about since I have been to post Gone But Not Forgotten Book One:The Chronicles of Antar These additional stories came about through a series of contests, ideas, scenes from the book that have been expanded and posted to sites where the entire series is not being posted and even challenges. Many of these will be incorporated in Book 2 onwards, so look for them and how or if they changed.
This is a new material written for The Past Returns: Book Two of the Chronicles of Antar. There will be many terms, events, or items may be hard to understand without prior knowledge of the series. I will try to explain some in this piece, but not all explanations will be possible.
Warning: Read at your own risk. Profanity, violent fight description and sexual scene between m/m do occur in this piece.
Originally done for three different contests in three different pieces.
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Quote: “Next Time I will Stay!”
Part 1 of 3
TellymonRath was disturb something was wrong. He had paced for almost two hours his senses heightened, watching the streets below his window at the inn, the streets that were just too quiet, the streets that were just to void of life, the streets that spoke of death more than life.
Not liking the feeling, he ordered the Imperial Guards, which had accompanied him, to dress and remove themselves from the city, a city that had until recent times been a stronghold with the ‘House of Thardan’.
They would take up camp just on the outskirts of the city. Quietly his men dressed and prepared the mounts as they silently stole away in the dead of night. They returned quickly, their steps were soundless as they took up surveillance positions from outside the inn.
Tellymon stayed behind, he wanted to know who was at the heart of the terrorism that had enveloped the small city residents. The Imperial Guards balked at his decision it was their duty to guard the Royal Prince, but TellymonRath would have none of it. This was not the first time he had ordered them away, nor would it be the last. Tellymon was more than qualified to handle this little situation.
Tellymon took up residence jus down the hallway in a little alcove that permitted a view of the street below and of the door to his room. Minutes passed into hours as he sat there posed to strike, the Temple had taught him great patience when hunting an enemy.
Then suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Tellymon saw some movement, three dark figures, their faces concealed approached the rooms that he and his escort had occupied; the rooms where he and his men were supposedly sleeping; dummies now lie in their beds. Tellymon crept towards the room, he watched as the door opened and the figures attacked the still figures with great zeal and pleasure apparent in their utter destruction. Soon though they noticed, there was no blood apparent to the nose or eyes, nor any sounds of screams, or moans to the ears. Their blades were clean as the metal gleamed in the moonlight.
Tellymon entered the room without their knowledge; before they could react, he struck fast and accurately. Directly in front of him was the first to die, his blade succeeded in cutting almost though the neck in a single swipe. The man fell to the ground before he uttered a single note of speech.
The other two turned to defend themselves against this unknown assailant. Tellymon countered by disappearing and then reappearing to the left of the second man, his knife finding its home in the heart, which he carved out of the man’s side like a surgeon of old.
Smiling he held the beating heart in his hand, the eyes of the man screamed in terror as he fell onto the ground, with a deep barbaric laugh Tellymon dropped the heart dropped onto the corpse.
The final man was scared; he had never come upon an enemy so fast and unpredictable before. The man stabbed widely in the air towards Tellymon, he was backing up tying for the doorway. Once again, Tellymon countered the move and caught the man off guard, as his suddenly appeared in front of man. With one quick slice of his blade Tellymon cut through the man’s wrist that was wielding knife, effectively severing the tendons causing the hand instantly to drop the knife. Within a second the gold double edge blade came back and up, hitting its target securely holding the man’s throat.
The pain traveled quickly up his arm as the man realized the wound that had been inflicted. The would-be assassin started shaking, begging nonverbally to die a merciful death, hopping that the knife at his throat would be quick and pain.
Tellymon paused momentarily before he severed the man’s head. “Who are you? What do you want with us?”
The man did not answer; trembling from the loss of blood, he began to cry for death. Wanting an answer, Tellymon decided to heal the wound that was bleeding profusely to a slow drip so the man could answer before he bled to death.
“Tell me!” TellymonRath yelled, “Who are you? What do you want with us?” the rage was just below the surface, the pressure was mounting to torture the enemy into talking. “Tell me!” The rage would take great pleasure in torturing, the emotions culminating in terror, fear, those images the rage would swallow whole and spit back as venom directed at the enemies veins. Tellymon took a deep breath as he brought the rage under control. “Tell me!” He yelled again as he backhanded the man, throwing him against the brick wall.
The walls shook and the resounding thud had disturbed the other residents who now dared to venture into the hallway. The Imperial Guard, who had come running when they heard the thunderous yell of TellymonRath’s voice, however they would stay out of the room, until so ordered by their Prince. They dutifully cleared the hallway; the people moved quickly when they saw the Imperial uniforms. That meant there was royalty close by. Many of the commoners held up in a couple of rooms connected by an adjoining door. There they speculated in quiet whispers on just whom the royal visitor was.
The man was terrified he could feel the cold terror, sadistic and savage, ebb off TellymonRath in waves; pure unadulterated evil. Whoever this man was he was probably powerful, the man now knew that he would die but his family may also suffer due to his transgression.
“Please my Lord,” the man finally spoke in barely an audible raspy voice. “I beg not for my own life but for that of my family. They know nothing of my transgression.”
“Why?” The room shook with fear. “Why did you attack me?”
“I was hired to kill the men staying in this room.” The man was on his knees as the words stuttered out, “I was not told who they were.” He body was shaking as he continued his confession “I was told you and your men raped a child as a sacrifice to ancient she-beast” The man was wiping the tears from his face. “I needed the money; my wife is ready to have our child. We do not have money for the medical treatment she will need; she will die when the child is born.”
“Can you describe the man who hired you?”
The man pointed to the dead body on the floor. “I was downstairs in the bar when he approached me and said I could earn some good money to kill you. I figured justice would be done.”
Tellymon took another deep breath, as he determined if the man was lying and should die by his hand or was redeemable considering the circumstances. The demon he spoke of the one referred to in hushed tones, as the Evil Bitch Monster of Death was a regional legend that the locals actually believed in when ever children were missing. They were a superstitious lot in this village; Tellymon took a deep pure breath as he allowed himself to enter the mind of his enemy verifying if what he said was truth or lie. The man screamed in pain as Tellymon forced himself inside; it was a horrible invasion, especially for the lesser races because they are ill equipped and unprepared for the procedure.
Satisfied with what he found, Tellymon finished healing the man’s wounds. Pointing to a bed, he ordered the man to sit as the Imperial Guards entered the room.
Tellymon shook his head at the man and looked at the dead body, “Damn.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked around the room, “You’re pretty good with that blade when your victim is asleep. How good are you when he is awake?”
“I thought I was pretty good until I saw you. I have never come upon a fighter like you. You should be in the army; Commander Rath could use you against the Ki’var.”
“Funny I was just thinking the same about you.”
The man looked at the Imperial Guards who had gathered by the door awaiting orders, he wondered if he was to be arrested. Then he looked back at the man he almost killed. The light in the room was increased and now he could see the face of his intended victim. His long platinum blonde hair and silver eyes marked him of a Royal class, yet he wore clothes of a Shadow Warrior. Who was he that he had been commissioned to kill? He suddenly felt that he was duped, these men were not rapists, but something else far more sinister was involved.
Tellymon turned to the Imperial Guards, “I want these men,” pointing to the two dead bodies, “examined and determined who they are.”
“Yes Your Majesty. Are you all right”, asked the captain of the guards.
“Yes fine.” Actually, he was not fine, Tellymon was quick but not quick enough this time as a blade did cut deeply into his side and back. “They were hired to eliminate us, that one there has no idea of who he was to kill. Only that he needed money and would do the task.” Tellymon winced as he felt his back wet; the moisture was beginning to run down the band of his pants.
The Guards looked at the man who was starting to shake. “Take two men and escort this man to where he lives. I hereby order the doctor in this town to attend to the birth of their child; he will pay for the doctor with his new job. Find him a position in the Imperial Army, he is good with a blade, just needs to channel his energy in a more positive path.”
“Yes your majesty.”
"The rest of us will head for the Palace now." Tellymon turned and walked out the door, He was concentrating on sending the healing energy down to his wound, but the fight had tired him, add the fact that he was pissed that he had been out maneuvered and injured, both elements were detrimental to his healing abilities the process was slow.
“You let’s go.” one of the Imperial Guards pointed the way to the door.
“Who was that?” the man asked as he got up slowly from the bed.
“Him? You really do not know who that was.” the soldiers all started laughing. “Why my lad that was the Warrior Price TellymonRath.”
The man turned pale as his knees buckled, he collapsed back down onto the bed. “Commander Rath?” His life had been spared by his idol, the one he had waited for, the one they worshipped, the prophecy that had been told.