Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2003 08:15:50 EDT From: FragileIron@aol.com Subject: The Four Elements: Chapter 2 Disclaimers: This story contains sex between males, if this sort of material offends you, do not read on. This story is a work of fiction, and includes references to God, the Devil, vampires, demons and a host of other religious and mythical creatures. In no way is this story meant to defame any particular religion, nor is it a bible of truth, it is a work of fiction, and meant to entertain. Any questions, comments, and/or suggestions about the story can be sent to FragileIron@aol.com. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not. Thank you everyone who sent me e-mail about my story, its always nice to know that I've done something that someone else enjoys. Hope you like this installment of the story. The Four Elements Chapter 2: Searching for Answers Kaylon woke with a start the next morning. He was drenched in his own sweat, and breathing heavily. His dreams had been... strange. He dreamed of water, and bubbles, and at first it was peaceful. Then his dreams turned to death, mass death. Blood poured into his dreams. He saw a face in the entire dream, but he couldn't remember it, it was there, but it was fuzzy. Was this some after effect of whatever drug had been given him? He caught movement in the corner of his eye again, and when he turned, there was nothing there. Afraid that someone was in the apartment, he searched around. He looked everywhere, but found no one. Paranoia crept into his mind, he was frightened. He picked up the phone and dialed his friend Caron. "Yo, sup?" Caron answered. "Caron man, I'm freaking out! I got drugged at the club last night, I don't remember anything, and I think someone is following me around!" His voice shaking. "No way man, that's some crazy shit!" "Yeah, it is, can I come chill with you? I'm freaking out here by myself." "You know your always welcome at my pad man, come on over." Caron as always was a life saver. "Thanks man, I'll be there right away." Kaylon hung up the phone. He quickly changed clothes, since the ones he slept in were all sweaty and gross. Checking around the apartment as he changed, still trying to find out if someone was there. As he was about to leave, he thought he heard a voice, it sounded like it said "Find him." He quickly dismissed it as paranoia, locked his apartment up, and drove to Caron's. When Kaylon arrived at Caron's, he parked out front, walked up to the front door and rung the doorbell. Caron opened the door, and Kaylon was blasted by the potent smell of weed. This was normal when you went to Caron's. Caron was 21, the same age as Kaylon. He stood about 6', with a slim yet muscular build. He had deep brown hair, that he let go every which way, and piercing green eyes. Kaylon followed Caron inside, and they both sat down on the couch. "Hey man, thanks for letting me come over." Relief was in Kaylon's voice. "No problem dude. Here, have some reefer, and tell me what happened." He grabbed a joint from the pile on the coffee table and handed it to Kaylon. "Thanks man." He lit up the joint and gave it a few puffs. "I don't really know what happened. I remember going to the club, then I woke up in a dumpster, still had my wallet, cash, and car keys." A few more puffs, he was starting to feel the Caron. "Whoa! A dumpster man? That's some serious stuff." He grabbed a joint and started puffing away as well. "Yeah, and I keep thinking I see someone, and I hear this like whispery voices. I'm so freaked out." Puff puff. "But this shit is starting to make me feel a bit better." He giggled. "Once again, weed saves an otherwise disastrous day." Both guys laughed. " But seriously man, if ya just passed out and don't remember nothing, I'd guess it was one of them drug rape things, but I've never heard of people hearing voices and shit." "I'm not crazy! But yeah, I think someone did do something, but why would they drug me, its not like I would say no or nothing." He hung his head down. "I ain't saying your crazy, and your no slut. I bet there's a lot of guys out there who'd want some of that, yum!" "Well yeah." He forced a laugh out. "But geez, why don't they just ask? I mean, if some guy just came on to me, I'd be the happiest queer in the world." "Sorry man. It'll be ok though, you got me, you know that." Caron put his hand on his friend's back and gently rubbed. "I wish I could find him..." Kaylon's voice quivered a bit. "Who? You mean that guy, uh... Telon right? That was like 5 years ago, you gotta get over it." "I pushed him away, I don't even know why, and there was something... something special about him." His eyes stared out in front of him, tears forming at the edges. "Hey man, you know how things work, if you were meant to be together you would, maybe you still will." Caron tried to sooth his friend. Kaylon started to cry freely, his heart broken. He wrapped his arms around his friend and cried his pain out. Caron held him, he didn't know what else to do. Kaylon wasn't prone to emotional outbursts, he was usually quiet and determined, and he really didn't show a whole lot of emotion. But for now, his friend was in pain, and all he could do was hold him. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Jarod entered the grand office once more. Night had fallen, and Isa commanded him to return as soon as the sun had set. Isa sat on her desk, facing him, with a sly grin on her face. "I had some searching done, and we have his address. I want YOU to go there. Bring him here if he is there, or find out where he is!" Isa was almost yelling. "Yes m' Lady." Jarod quickly walked up, snatching the paper from Isa's hand. "And one more thing Jarod, don't kill anyone else while your there, and don' t fuck this up." Jarod scurried from the office as quickly as possible. Once outside the building, he hoped in his car, and headed toward the apartment address written on the piece of paper. When he arrived at his destination, it was just a normal everyday apartment complex. He still didn't understand why this guy was so special. When he came upon the apartment door, he knocked. No one answered the door. He whipped out his lock picking kit and went to work on the lock. It was not the most complex lock in the world, his job was finished in a flash. The door swung open to a simple apartment. Nice entertainment center, prints of artwork, nothing too special. Jarod snuck inside, and looked around, nobody home. He rifled through papers, the mail, anything that could give him a clue, nothing. He even looked into the dryer, and there, were the clothes that Kaylon was wearing when he killed him. So he did get up and walk away. He pulled out his cell phone, calling Isa to tell her what he had learned. "This is Isa." "He's alive, somehow, the clothes he was wearing when I killed him are here, he isn't though." "Does it look like he knows we are looking for him?" "Now that you mention it, no, it looks like he's just out." "Stay there till the night is over, then we will place one of our human operatives, and you had better hope he returns." Jarod re-locked the door, and made himself comfortable, he would be here for awhile. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Shiana walked down a splendorous white hallway, the walls adorned with gold. Her blond hair swayed over her perfectly white robes, at her hip lay a golden sword. She turned down a long, corridor, with a giant pair of golden doors at the end. Swiftly and surely she made her way to the doors. A pair of golden robed men opened to door to her, and she walked in. She stood in a grand room, filled with a bright light. Before her stood a brilliant gold throne, with a robed figure sitting upon it. A long gray beard fell from the hood of the cloak, the face of the figure could not be seen. "What is it Shiana?" The robe figure boomed. "Lord, the vampires are searching for Kaylon." Shiana knelt before the figure. "Why?" The figure leaned forward, as the voice boomed through the room. "Our sources say that one of the vampires... fed on him." She was hesitant in her answer. "Find him!" The walls shook as the figure boomed, eyes within the hood burned with fire. "We have been unable to locate him Lord, it as if he no longer exists." "Find him now!" The figures hand stretched out, and Shiana flew back across the room, slamming into the doors. Shiana stood. "Yes Lord." And quickly she ran from the room. Shiana ran quickly down the hallways, and made her way to a large common room. Robed figures milled about the room, each with a golden sword on their hip. She walked towards one of the men, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Viath, I need you to find Kaylon, this is of the gravest importance." She told him. "Why don't you just ask a locator?" Viath sounded annoyed. "They cannot find him, its as if he doesn't exist to them, I need your expertise." She whispered to him. "My expertise? Is he to be destroyed?" He grinned deviously. "No, once you locate him, bring him here." "Very well." He sighed. Viath walked off, and through the doors of the chamber. Shiana paced about, she was worried, she has never seen the Lord this angry, something was horribly wrong. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Kaylon opened his eyes to a denim-covered leg. He rotated his head and looked upwards, the face of his friend Caron. "Hey, your awake, you feeling better?" Caron smiled down. "Yeah, I am. Thanks bud." He wrapped his arms around Caron and squeezed him tight. Caron placed his hand on the back of Kaylon's neck gently rubbing. "I'm glad your doing better, you were a wreck for a bit." "Yeah." Kaylon giggled. "Hey, would it be ok if I chilled with you for the night? I don't want to be alone." "Of course guy." Kaylon lifted his head from Caron's lap, and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks. " "What was that for?" Caron asked smiling. "For being my friend." "Forever and always." Caron hugged Kaylon. "Is there any more reefer?" Kaylon asked. "Me? Dry? Are you kidding?" Caron laughed as he handed Kaylon a joint, and grabbed another for himself, he kept little piles of joints throughout his house. The two lit up the joints, and settled down on the couch with their arms wrapped around each other. Caron grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. They watched shows for a few hours, laughed together, smoked weed, and had a good time as friends. It was just like old times, when nothing was wrong. However, Kaylon still felt something tugging at his mind. End Chapter 2 Any questions, comments, and/or suggestions about the story can be sent to FragileIron@aol.com. 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