Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 03:31:33 -0500
From: Travis Kuehl <tktravisk@gmail.com>
Subject: "Of Blood and Moon" Chapter 2 Gay Male Fantasy, By:TK

This story contains graphic acts of gay sex between consenting male adults
at least age 18 or older.

This story also contains content involving werewolves, vampires, humans,
and other "other-worldly" creatures with acts of violence, submission,
deception, and romance. It also contains graphic language.

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				 Chapter 2
			   Insight and Rebellion



	Hart awoke and opened his eyes. He was in a white room that was
very bright. So bright in fact, that it hurt his eyes. Like being in
darkness, and then someone switches on the lights. He was squinting and
trying to get used to it, but it was like looking at the sun, and no amount
of time would help him with the effort.

	He should of been scared shitless right about now, but he noted
that all he felt was peace and content. He noted that while he was laying
on something comfy and soft, he felt almost weightless, like he was a
disembodied spirit. And the realization came to him.

	"Damn, I guess then, I really did die." He thought to himself with
a twinge of happy regret.

	"No, you're not dead Hart. But you are really close to it." said a
slightly amused voice from behind him.

	Hart sat up and turned to see who was doing the talking. There,
right behind him, stood a man fully robed in white. A hood covering his
face. The hooded man started stepping closer to Hart and sat down beside
him and removed the hood showing his face.

	Tears welled up in Hart's eyes as he saw who he was. From his brown
and grey, short cut beard, to the short brown hair that parted to the left,
and the hazel eyes that also looked damp. It could be no one but him, his
father, James Hartley.

	"Dad!" Hart choked out and reached for his father, pulling him into
a tight hug. Wracking sobs escaped him as he held on to his father for dear
life as the grief, pain and longing, washed over him. They sat there like
that, sobbing in each others arms for what felt like forever, yet at the
same time felt like it was only seconds. Time was not a tangible thing
where he was right now.

	"I've missed you so much Hart, you really have no idea." James said
as they broke the embrace sometime later.

	"I've missed you too dad." Hart said as he dried his eyes with his
forearm. A question formed in his mind but before he could finish it...

	"As I said, you are not dead, but you are very close to it. The
Native Americans would call this a spirit journey, but we call it
'Limbo'. It's a place where you are neither dead nor alive. Kind of like a
meeting ground for the dead and living to come to safely communicate."
James explained, answering the unspoken question.

	"But I don't understand... why am I here?" Hart asked confused.

	"The spirits of newly turned werewolves must come here for
protection." James said. Seeing the confused look on Harts face he
continued. "Your body is no longer the one your spirit was meant for. Your
body is going through a massive change, both physically and mentally. If
you were to stay there, your spirit would make the changes with it and you
would be lost forever, becoming feral. Only when the changes are done will
you wake from this place, Limbo, and return to your body as a newly made
werewolf."

	"Then why are you here? Not that I'm not grateful to see you again,
I'm just very confused." Hart asked, looking to his father for the
answers. He felt his dad's hand on his head messing up his hair, and let
out a giggle.

	"Because I wanted to see you again!" His father said exasperated,
sharing a laugh."And because I need to tell you the truth about who I was
and how I died. And about you."

	James face turned dreamy as he reminisced about his past life. "It
was 1999, and I was 25 when I met your mother. I swear it was love at first
sight. She was 22 at the time, just finished college, and was working at a
small coffee shop back in Eau Clare, where she lived." A big smile was on
is face as he continued. "My knees were shaking so bad when I went up to
her to ask her for her number. She just looked at me with her big brown
eyes, and said she could do me one better, and that I should meet her in an
hour when she got off work." He looked at Hart and grabbed his hand as he
continued.

	"So I took her up on her offer and we went out on a date. It was my
first time ever going out with someone and I fell in love with everything
about it. From the movie we watched, to the long walk in the park, to just
sitting up all night talking. But I think what I loved most of all, was the
fact that it had been my first date, and I had fallen head over heels in
love." James spoke with conviction. "We had many more dates. I even
proposed to her six months later. I have never seen so much love in one
person's eyes as she told me yes, that she would marry me. We married
shortly after, and soon, she came to me, scared and worried, and told me
she was pregnant." A tear fell from James' face as he went on. "I was so
happy. I couldn't believe where my life was heading.  Believe me when I
tell you, I was scared shitless about becoming a father. But your mother
made me feel like I could take on the world, if she was there, by my side."

	"But..." Hart pressed sensing there was more to it then this.

	"But I had a secret, that I could tell no one, even your mother,
for it would endanger their lives." James said grimly, his face becoming
hard. "I was a Mage."

	"A what!?" Hart interjected, confused.

	"A mage. Not unlike those that are in some of your video games you
used to play. I was able to control the element of water, and bend it to my
will."  James said, looking at Hart pleading him with his eyes to believe
him.

	"I had a lot of promise too." James continued. "I was born from a
powerful line of hydromancers, and was in training at the time, until I met
your mother and fell in love. I had planned to take a small break after you
were born to help raise you, then go back to my studies. But 'The Master'
wouldn't hear of it. He was angry at me for marrying a human, said that I
was diluting our blood line with that 'trash'." James' face went from anger
to sadness as he went on.

	"The Master told me I had to break it off or he would kill her
himself. I never told him that she was pregnant with you, or he would of
killed her as soon as he could. So I left, and ran away with your mother
and you. We moved and hid to the small town of Glenwood City, in
Wisconsin. She never knew what we were running from, but she said she
didn't care, as long as she was with me. We loved each other very much, and
then you were born, and the both of us loved you just as strongly. We named
you Tobias after her grandfather. I liked the name, it was a strong one,
But your mother always called you her 'Hart' because of your last name, and
because you were always in hers, or so she said. So over the course of 15
years, I watched you grow from toddler, to boy, to young man. I couldn't of
been more proud."

	Tears began to form in James' eyes and he continued on, and Hart
was worried where this was going.

	"But the world came crashing down on me when The Master caught wind
of my whereabouts, and came to me shortly after your 15th birthday. He
intended to kill your mother, and then you, when he realized that you had
mage powers. I pleaded with him to not kill you, because you showed promise
as a mage yourself, but he said that you were tainted, and needed to be
purged. So I did the only thing I could, I challenged him to a duel to the
death. It was my last option.

	Hart hugged his father who was started shaking with the strain of
keeping back his emotions. This was so hard for his father, and he wanted
to be a rock for his father to hold onto as he went on.

	"He agreed, and told me to meet him at the nearby forest at
midnight, and left. I had to move fast. I knew I would never beat him, I
was strong, but he was far stronger. So I set a plan in motion in case he
relented and let you live. I went into your room while you were sleeping,
and sealed your powers so that you would never have access to them. I
remember crying at my stupidity. If I had just done it when you were born,
maybe we wouldn't of been in this mess. I kissed you on your forehead, told
you I loved you, and that I would always watch over you."

	Hart felt his father's arms wrap around him tightly as the
emotional dam broke and wracking sobs took over one again. Tears formed in
Hart's eyes as he realized the pain his father went through to protect him.

	"When I went to your mother, she knew something was wrong." James
continued between sobs. "I could never really hide much from her. It still
boggles me that she never found out my being a mage. She asked me what was
wrong. I lied, telling her it was stress, and that I needed to go out for a
drive and clear my head. I kissed her, deeply, the last kiss I would ever
get from her. My heart was breaking, I almost couldn't hold back the tears
from her. I told her that I love her, and that I always would, and then
left her there with that sad worried look on her face. I think she knew I
wasn't coming back."

	We held each other close, even now MY heart was breaking. Hart
never knew his dad's death was like this. When the cops showed up at their
doorstep that night they were told it was a car accident. He remembered how
mom fell to her knees in agony and grief, and how he rushed to her and just
held her, much like he was now with his father. He pushed the memories away
and continued to listen.

	"I cried all the way to the meeting spot. The Master met me there
and we had our duel. I tried, God help me I tried Hart, with all my might,
to beat him. But he out classed me. I never stood a chance. And as he stood
over my dying body, I begged him to spare you two. I told him I sealed your
powers, and the you and your mother never knew of the mages. He relented,
finally, and told me that because my love for them was so strong that I
would sacrifice myself, he would be unable to touch them. He said that it
had to be this way because you, Hart, needed to be protected from something
greater that was coming, and only the magic of love could save you until
the time was right."

	James' cried for a little while longer as they hugged each
other. Finally after they had stopped crying, they broke the embrace and
Hart allowed his father to finish.

	"And so I died, and came here to Limbo. I met your grandfather,
Tobias, and he explained things to me. Like how The Master didn't want to
do this.  and how he was ashamed at having to kill his own student who he
felt was his own child. And I felt better knowing you two were safe. So I
watched over you for the next 3 years, saw you become a man, and how lonely
you were. It broke my heart to see you in such a state. But I was filled
with joy when you finally made the choice to head out on your own and go to
college."

	"What happened next threw me for a loop though. I can't believe you
hit a werewolf with your car!" James said in disbelief. "And then you
actually got out to try and help the poor thing, only to be bitten and
turned yourself."

	Hart laughed as he said, "Yeah, I kinda felt bad for it, you know?"
They sat in silence for a bit, enjoying each other's company, until Hart
had a pressing question to ask.

	"So... I'm a mage too huh? Can you still break the seal?"

	James looked at Hart sadly as he spoke. "No son I can't, it's not
there anymore. The moment Lance bit you, all of your humanity was
lost. Remember the change that is going through your body right now? Well
it's changing your powers as well into something I can't understand. I feel
that it will be powerful, but it is not the power of a mage anymore. It's
different. Tainted. And it's locked deep down in your psyche, waiting for
you to unlock it.

	"Oh." Was all Hart could say. He felt disappointed that he had lost
something of his father, but a different question came up. "Who's Lance?'

	"Lance is the werewolf Alpha that gave you the bite and turned
you. He's a damn good Alpha too, I couldn't be more proud of him." James
said beaming.

	"No. Lance is the asshole who took everything away from me and my
life." Hart spat bitterly.

	"Look, I know it's hard to wrap your head around all of this. and
you may have a really hard time with it at first. But I know you are strong
enough to handle this. You need to be, now that you are a werewolf you NEED
to have people to call friends or you are going to have a really hard time
with it.  Remember. A lone wolf is a dead wolf." His father said sternly.

	Hart was about to protest, when all of a sudden he felt a massive
tug, right behind his navel. It was painful, and Hart made an "Oof" sound.

	James saw what was going on and said, sadly. "Ahh. your time here
is all most up it seems."

	"What? But I just got to see you again!" Hart broke out as another
tug, more painful this time, hit him. It felt as though he was a fish who
was caught with a hook, being reeled in.

	"When it's your time, it's your time. Your body needs its spirit
back and it will get you kicking and screaming. Don't fight it or you will
just make it a very painful process." James said sadly.

	"But will I ever see you again?" Hart asked as yet another tug
gripped him, even more painfully then the last time.

	"Of course you will! Just remember that I am always with you, and
that I will ALWAYS watch over you. I love you. Please, never forget that."
James said looking like he was holding back tears.

	"I love you too dad, but..." There would be no more "Buts". A pain
such that Hart has never felt before centered behind his navel, at the same
time James stood up and put a finger to Hart's forehead. As Hart felt the
next tug, James push him over with that one finger making him fall
back. Hart at first thought he was going to land on his back on the soft
something that was under him, but as the tug rattled through his body he
felt himself being pulled down into a tunnel. The bright white light was
getting dimmer, and he saw his father standing above him, getting farther
and farther away.

	"I love you dad!" Hart screamed at the top of his lungs and he fell
faster and faster, away from the one man who truly loved him.

	As he fell, tears were streaming from his eyes, He felt breathless
and a roaring sound was filling his ears, getting louder and louder, making
him deaf. The bright white light was getting dimmer and dimmer as he fell
turning into an inky black. Before he felt the thud that was sure to come
at some point, he felt the voice of his father, James, flicker into his
mind. hopefully not for the last time, and all he said was...

	"I love you too Hart. More then you will ever know."






* * * * * * * * * * *






	Hart woke with a start, tears streaming down his cheeks. He sat up
quickly, pangs of soreness making themselves known through-out his body. He
tried to settle his pounding heart as he looked around, noting the dark
wood floors and oak panels on the walls in the small room he was in. He was
laying in a small bed, a patchwork quilt over him. To his left was a
window, sunlight shining through, but he knew not what time it was. To his
right a small bedside table with a lamp.

	He remembered having a dream, and in it was his father. He tried to
remember how he got here. He remembered saying goodbye to mom, the car
ride. He hit something. A wolf!

	All the events that had transpired came crashing down on Hart. He
remembered everything, the attack, him getting bitten and beaten. The
meeting with his father. He looked down at his bare chest. There was a scar
there, faded, but was still visable. It was jagged, like his skin had be
ripped open. he also noticed that his round tummy was flat. He had lost
weight.

	As he thought about the events that had happened, and with meeting
his dad again, the dam on his heart burst and all of the grief that he held
back for the past 3 years came flooding out at once. He turned into his
pillow and sobbed. The pain from his grief was so much that it turned into
physical pain. He turned on his side and put his knees to his chest. Every
wracking, agonizing, soul crushing sob made him pull himself tighter into a
ball. And the harder he pulled himself inward, the more he felt the strain
of his sore muscles, which caused him to sob harder, knowing that it was
all true.

	He laid there in his grief attack for what must of been fifteen
minutes. He noticed someone come into the room he was in, sit on his bed
and pull him into a loving embrace, but the grief and pain was so much that
he didn't care. He just let it all out into the big broad chest of the man
that was holding him. And with every heart wrenching gasp he felt safe and
protected in those huge arms.

	Finally, the tears and grief let up and Hart, while feeling
emotionally drained, just sat there in the man's arms. It was then that the
mystery man spoke, in a deep baritone...

	"Hart are you ok love?"

	Hart after hearing this pulled away to get a good look at the man
who was consoling him. He was shirtless but wearing a pair of faded blue
denim jeans. There was a strange smell to him, something between pine,
leather, musk, and sweat. He let his eyes travel up to his well chiseled
abs. They were hairy and very muscled, he almost had an eight pack. He
continued traveling up looking at his well defined arms, large and strong
,covered in the same black hair as his chest and abs. His pecs were also
well defined coming to his thick neck and broad shoulders. Looking at his
face he noted the short trimmed goatee of black hair that surrounded some
very kissable, full lips. He looked at his nose, slanting downwards as an
angle, perfect for his face. He saw his hair, short and spiked, black. He
was tall, had to be over six feet tall, 6'6" he guessed, and he had to
weigh at least 250 pounds.He looked to be in his mid 30's He felt very
aroused around this very masculine man. Hart finally settled on his eyes to
take in the color, as butterflies hit his stomach hard. They were gold, and
glowing.

	A flashback, gold eyes on the monster that attacked and almost
killed him. Pain. A name came to mind. Lance... Alpha... the one who turned
you...

	The butterflies instantly turned into cannonballs and he felt like
the bed had dropped out from under him. Bile rose up into his throat as the
memories of what this monster had done to him raced across his mind yet
again. There was an instant repulsion, like a spider that dropped onto your
lap. You wanted to scream and jump getting it off of you. He wanted to run,
but he also wanted to kill this fucker who did this too him.

	Lance looked directly into Hart's eyes, and a frown came across his
face as he said, concern filling his voice. "My love, is everything
alright? Please tell me what you are thinking."

	Hart jumped out of bed, barely noticing the pair of blue shorts
that were covering him. A rage like never before swept across him. How DARE
this bastard show concern for him. How DARE he console him from the grief
that this monster was the cause of. How DARE he try to touch him.

	"Don't fucking touch me!!" Hart screamed, as Lance made a move to
reach for his hand.

	A hurt look flashed across Lance's face after hearing this. Hart
loved that he did that to him, he wanted to make the bastard suffer like he
was.

	"Please, maybe you should sit down so we can talk about this."
Lance said full of concern.

	There it was again, that stupid look of concern. This was about to
end. Now.

	"HOW DARE YOU!" Hart, screamed throwing as much hate as he could at
the human looking monster before him.

	"W-what?" Lance stuttered, taken aback.

	"How fucking DARE you! You think that you can attack someone, beat
them to an inch of their life, and then RAPE them!?" Hart screamed,
throwing as much bile and venom into his words as he could. He wanted to
kill this asshole. To rush over there and tear his friggen head off. The
ONLY thing stopping him was that fact that this was A monster that could
destroy him.

	"I-I didn't rape you, I swear I..."

	"Yes you did!" Hart screamed cutting Lance off. "You attacked me,
and then you raped me of my humanity. You didn't give me a choice. And for
that I hate you, I will ALWAYS hate you. You turned me into a monster,
against my will." He was panting with the force of his words, he continued
with as much power as he could. "You should of killed me, left me to die. I
am not worth this. You should have killed me, because now,
I. Will. Kill. You."

	Lance's face darkened, he stood up, walked the four steps to where
Hart was standing. He raised his hand never dropping the gaze of Hart's
eyes, and then...


	SMACK!

	Hart was stunned, He had never before been slapped in his life. And
yet here this monster just did it.

	"What is it with your own death that has this hold on you!?" Lance
screamed in anger.

	Hart couldn't move,he was stopped in his tracks. He just held a
hand to the cheek that had been slapped as tears once again streamed down
his eyes. Shame washed over him, for allowing Lance to see him crying. For
being weak.

	Lance stood there looking at Hart's shocked expression, waiting for
an answer. "Well?" He said sometime after.

	Hart couldn't speak, he needed to get out of here. NOW. He turned
and ran to the door opening it up attempting to escape.

	"STOP AND COME BACK HERE" Lance screamed at Hart. But this was
different then a normal scream, it was in his head. It reverberated in his
brain. His entire being, his soul, wanted... no, NEEDED to obey him. Hart
fought it, but it was so hard, so very, very, hard. Hard like trying to
walk on water, or move a mountain. Hart stopped at the door while trying to
fight him off. He turned around looking at the smug look on Lance's face.

	"I am not a puppet that you can string along!" Hart screamed, his
voice going hoarse. Anger and rage swelled within him yet again, braking
the spell. He turned, walked out of the room and found his way out of the
house that he was in. He heard windows being opened as he left. turning his
head he saw 3 people sticking their heads out. One was a white man with
sandy brown hair. One a girl, with light brown skin and curly dark brown
hair. And finally there was Lance, rage plastered all over his face.

	"GET YOUR ASS BACK IN THIS HOUSE AND SIT YOUR ASS DOWN SO I CAN
TALK TO YOU!" Lance screamed at Hart through the window of the nicely made
dark log cabin surrounded by forest. Hart felt the strings trying to
reattach to his being, but his rage and anger melted them instantly. He
turned his body, and with a sneer on his face, flipped lance a double
middle finger.

	"Fuck off Fido!" Hart screamed. He turned into the forest and ran.




Wow. That was a lot of fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter,
and will enjoy the next chapter coming very soon.

And thank you to those who sent me E-mails. You comments are like a wind in
my sails!

As always if you wish to, send me an E-mail I love your comments good or
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Until next time!
-TK