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FOLLOWING TIDES -- PART NINE



You know the drill -- I'm posting unproofread drivel as I write it... Well, only *I* proofread it.... I'm sure I missed a TON of Mistakes


TO READ THE FIRST SERIES FOLLOWING TIDES PART I "ILYA and VAN" Go here:

PART I ** PART II ** PART III ** PART IV ** PART V **  PART VI ** PART VII ** PART VIII ** PART IX ** PART X




FOLLOWING TIDES PART II "SASCHA and YURI" Go Here:

PART I ** PART II ** PART III ** PART IV ** PART V ** PART VI ** PART VII **




FOLLOWING TIDES PART III "TOMAS and LEIF" Go Here:

PART I ** PART II ** PART III ** PART IV ** PART V ** PART VI **





Series Title: Following Tides
Chapter Number: Seven
“Van’s Wrath”
Author: D. Sanders
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Van found his Father with his Grandfather and neither of them looking in a good temper. “Van! How’s Ilya? The Babes?” Alexandre asked seeing his son appear off the path.

“Danil and Danica are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. And Ilya is probably getting ready to ask for a sundering of our bonding. And I wouldn’t blame him if he did. I did a very foolish thing and I know better.”

“That’s not good to hear. What did you do?”

“I didn’t tell him how newborn wizard gifts can react to stress. I didn’t want to worry him about it.”

“That is asinine! He’s a HEALER, he knows better than you do about stress! You broke his trust because you didn’t trust him with the truth!”

“I know. I KNOW! I didn’t think!” Van sank down on an old stump of a tree, his head in his hands miserable and hating himself.

“No you didn’t.”

“I already hate myself okay? Can someone please tell me what is happening down here? I have a husband and children that almost died and I want that bastard’s beating heart in my hands.”

“We haven’t found him yet, he’s hiding somewhere with no way off this Island. We’ll find him.”

“I’ll find him. Can someone please go up and stay with Ilya. Mam threw me out and Ilya won’t even look at me and they’re unprotected if Raskin is still skulking about.” Van’s voice was hollow, he was utterly dejected and the only thing keeping him going was his anger.

“We’ll go. Don’t do anything else stupid boy!” Dmitri said smacking Van, hard, on the back of his head. Alexandre gave Van a withering look and followed his father up the hill to sit with the Healers and Ilya to protect them. Sonja met them outside.

“Did your idiot of a son tell you what he’s done?”

“Aye. Stupid. He knows better. How’s Ilya?”

“Miserable. He’s half gutted from us having to literally CUT the babies out of him last night, with no pain blocks of any sort, there was no time and none of us have enough strength back yet to heal that wound from the surgery. There were too many other ones inside to deal with last night. He was bleeding to death and was charred right to the bone from magic. We almost lost him. He directed a full-blown wizard’s duel as a conduit between the babes still in his bloody WOMB and Raskin, while trying to heal himself at the same time AND protect the babies. Any lesser man or healer would have died LONG before help came. Then on top of everything else, he finds out his husband is keeping dangerous secrets he didn’t THINK were important enough to tell his own spouse. Had Ilya been anything but a healer, that secret WOULD have killed him. You can thank his good sense and stress management skills for them surviving at all. The only thing keeping Ilya going right now are the babies, he feels betrayed.”

“Good Gods!”

“Aye and a half. I’ve half a mind to turn Van over my knee right now.”

“Can you take my power and heal what’s left?” Alexandre asked and Sonja shook her head.

“Not yet, we’re all frazzled to the quick. Yuri is still passed out cold sleeping and Sascha has plastered himself beside him in a trance feeding Yuri his strength. That soul bond is very real and very strong and took a beating last night as well, someone kept trying to keep Sascha from coming up here thinking he was just a panicking six year old waking up from a nightmare. A very real nightmare and thank God Petra was there and brought him up here. We could have lost them too.”

“I need a drink.” Alexandre ran a hand down his face in shock.

“Don’t we all. Did you find him?”

“No. Everyone is out looking for him now. Andre and the other little ones are guarding the docks with the crews. Every other Wizard over the age of fifteen is out combing the Isle. We’ll find him, he can’t go far.”

“Then all we can do is wait. Now a break from all this madness. Come meet your newest Grandchildren. The prettiest damn babies I’ve ever seen. I’ll give our son this much credit, he makes pretty babies.”

“I’m pretty sure Ilya had a hand in that, he’s pretty enough for ten men and women combined.” Dmitri said as they followed Sonja inside. First they went to Ilya who was pale and drawn where he lay in bed. Dmitri sitting down and taking his hand.

“Lad, never doubt a minute that we all love you very much. I know how wretched you’re feeling at the moment. If it’s any consolation, Van is just as miserable right now in his heart. He’d never hurt ye intentionally, he’d rather die.”

“I know.” Ilya turned his face away as tears ran down his cheeks.

“He may have made a dreadful mistake, but his intentions were pure. They really were. He thought he was helping you. He loves you more than I’ve ever seen him love anything in his life. He hates himself right now. He thinks he’s lost your love. The only thing keeping him from breaking down right now is his anger at Raskin. I fear he may do something even more foolish in his state of mind. He doesn’t care at this point whether he lives or dies and if he finds Raskin before the others, the fight will be most ugly.”

“Oh gods! Someone stop him!” Ilya sobbed and tried to sit up. Dmitri pushed him gently back down. “We will and are doing all we can love. Just don’t let go of that love, that’s your strength. Yours and His.” Dmitri said running an ancient weathered hand down Ilya cheek.

“Van.” Ilya hiccupped as Sonja came over and held a cup to his lips.

“Sleep love. You need rest.” Sonja said and Ilya drank and in his weakened state was asleep almost immediately.

“Daa?”

“We were too hard on him. Yes. he made a great mistake in judgment, but he’s young. He’d die before he let harm come to Ilya or his children and we know that. Van’s greatest gift is his compassion and devotion and we just tromped all over it right when he was at his weakest moment making him worse than he already was. Alex you’d better go find him.”

“Aye Daa.” Alexandre rushed out and Dmitri rubbed his eyes and felt an elderly woman pat his shoulder. It was Ilya’s grandmother.

“Hell to get old isn’t it?” She asked and Dmitri chuckled.

“Aye. Now where are my Great Grandchildren then?” He asked and Sonja led him over the makeshift bassinet they’d made out of a pair of trunks. Dmitri reached over and stroked soft newborn hair. “You were right Sonja love. Prettiest damn babies I’ve ever seen.”

----

Van, sword in hand, slashed his way through the forest growth, a single burning hatred in his breast that he took out on the brush with every stroke. He didn’t want Raskin dead, he wanted him to suffer. To pay for every death he’d caused with every drop of his blood. Val would render him apart piece by every filthy piece. Then he’d rip out his heart with his bare hands and crush it for the pain he caused Ilya. His stormy eyes burned with cold-blooded fury.

A blast of power almost knocked Van over, but his senses were sharp and he deflected the blow. The quail had been flushed from the bushes. “You’ve nowhere to go Bastard. Show yourself!” Van spat.

“Did your pretty Catamite tell you he loved you before he died?”

“He lives, you lost again. You couldn’t beat me when I was twelve, you’re not going to now. This is my arena you’re in, you’ve no hope of getting out of here alive.”

“Oh big words from such a little boy.” Another blast from nowhere and another block.

“Is that all you can throw at me? Parlor tricks?”

“I’m just warming up boy.”

Another hail of lightening and Van focused his senses to detect where they were coming from. Up above. Sitting in the pine was the cat. Van shifted his form and a huge eagle shot into the air screeching into a tree.

His talons wanting to sink into flesh. More lightening and Val screeched as his talons bit into flesh that wrapped around him in coils, constricting. Another shift and the mongoose sprang free from the coils sinking its teeth into the snakes neck.

Falling from the tree and shifting as they fell snake and mongoose were mountain lion and a snarling black wolf. Snapping, biting, trying to tear each other’s matter apart through shields that buckled and crackled. The magic calling every other wizard in their direction like a homing beacon.

The fight raged, the Wolf felt claws slash his hindquarters just as his teeth sank into the jugular and shook. The Lion roared and slashed again, but the wolf with stormy gray eyes held firm, letting the lion tear him apart as he held on with all that he was worth. Blood pumping into his mouth, choking him, blinding him, his rage boiling hot as he focused all his strength like a dart and pushed. The lion screamed as matter began flying apart in gruesome gory efficiency. Leaving a single beating heart, which the wolf smashed with his paw turned hand.

Naked, bloody and utterly spent Van collapsed just as he heard his name being shouted by his father. Raskin was gone, Ilya was safe, his children were safe. Van’s wrath fled in waves, and when the only emotion sustaining him died, Van let the darkness take him home with a single word on his lips that fell like a whisper on fallen leaves. “Ilya.”
----

Alexandre felt the blast of immense power roll over him just as he came insight of Van shifting from wolf form to smash a heart with his bare hand before collapsing himself. Bloody, torn and bleeding to death. “VAN!”

Sergei surged past his father Rurik on his heels. They scooped Van up in their arms and raced him back to the cottage.

Sonja shrieked at the state of her son. “Hurry! He’s bleeding to death!”

“We can’t! Oh gods, there’s no one here stable enough!” Sonja wept ripping bandages and pressing a compress into Van’s gaping claw wounds on his thigh and chest. “Van! Van!” His mother screamed he was lifeless, he wasn’t even trying, he’d given up. There was nothing left.

“Van!” Ilya’s voice sobbed as he fell out of bed to stumble in frantic need to reach his beloved. Ilya fell on top of him, gripping and grasping hands clawing and beating Van’s chest. “VAN!”

“Ilya! Stop!” Sonja cried out as Ilya began to glow and slip into a catatonic trance.

“Everyone! Lend Ilya your strength! Do it now!” Wizard after wizard, fathers, brothers and sisters came in to lay hands on Ilya’s back. Everyone sobbing and sending everything they had into Ilya. They watched Van’s hands reach up to grasp Ilya’s waist and hold on, fear of loss, fear of pain, desperation to cling to the man he loved showing white in his knuckles as he began to fight his way back from the brink of death. His wounds closing and healing with nothing more than Ilya’s sheer will power and love.

Van took a huge intake of breath, his eyes opening wide in feral madness before clearing and a strangled cry escaped his lips. “Ilya! NO!”

The glow began to fade and Ilya blinked weary eyes as he came out of his trance. “Yes beloved. I told you before I’d die for you.”

“Ilya! Ilya! Oh gods no.” Van wailed, Ilya was fading.

“Danica, Danil.” Ilya rasped. ‘“They’re calling me.”

“Mercy! Quickly look at Them!” Sonja cried taking the brightly glowing babies from Their beds and laying them on Ilya’s breast. Van laying his cheek on his children’s backs weeping.

“Please, oh please.” He begged falling into the glow himself. It was blindingly bright, all four were encased in a brilliant golden glow and as the glow faded, all four were sleeping soundly.

“A miracle.” Alexandra gasped. Falling to the floor weeping.

“Nay. Love.” Dmitri said leaning over to stroke a tender newborn’s hair. “Love is their power. Get them all in bed.”

Van was laid in bed first, Ilya by his side and their children atop Ilya’s breast where they nursed contentedly in their sleep. Van rolled and wrapped his arms around Ilya and his children and shuddered as he coiled around them all protectively.

“Let them sleep, they’ll be all right.” Dmitri said ordering everyone out.

----


TO READ THE FIRST SERIES FOLLOWING TIDES PART I "ILYA and VAN" Go here:

PART I ** PART II ** PART III ** PART IV ** PART V **  PART VI ** PART VII ** PART VIII ** PART IX ** PART X




FOLLOWING TIDES PART II "SASCHA and YURI" Go Here:

PART I ** PART II ** PART III ** PART IV ** PART V ** PART VI ** PART VII **




FOLLOWING TIDES PART III "TOMAS and LEIF" Go Here:

PART I ** PART II ** PART III ** PART IV ** PART V ** PART VI **


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