 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “orange”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota and Ezekiel rooted themselves to the side of the road until the van was out of sight. It was then he noticed the rusted gasoline cans where the vehicle had been.
“How many kids do you have?” Dakota asked. Ezekiel huffed. “None. What makes you think I do?” “That was certainly some certified daddy material there.” He smirked at her, catching as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “Nieces and nephews, that’s it. I’m not fertile unless it’s a full moon.” “Full moon? What’s so special about that?” “That’s when I beast out at night. During the day, I am human and up to procreate. So you’ve been warned. Now, what kind of job do you need us to do?” Dakota motioned to the house. “We need to get rid of the evidence.” “Aren’t you going to call the coroner?” “And have them do what? There is no way any law enforcement will figure out what happened. And if someone does come up with a vampire attack, it will be a conspiracy theory at best and people we don’t want nosing around these parts will show up. That’s bad news for people like you.” “So you’re saying the local sheriff has no idea why all these arson fires suddenly pop up.” Dakota paused. “He knows. He’s part of our network. He turns a blind eye and lets us do what we have to do. He keeps suspicion away from us.” “I don’t understand…” Dakota sighed as she threw up her hands. “If some crazy person suspects the vamps and turns attention on Vincent Black and his crew, they will see it as a threat. And do you know what they do with threats? They attack and innocents are killed. We don’t want that.” “You’re going to destroy those poor girls’ home?” “They will have a new one. Trust me, they won’t want this one anymore. I’ve been in their shoes. The nightmares don’t stop. They will always see the asshole murdering their parents over and over if they remain here. They’ll be okay. Better than okay. So pick up a gas can and help me.” Ezekiel grumbled under his breath but he followed her. The container was heavy and cold as he hoisted it up and followed her back into the house. He dribbled a trail up and down the hallways as Dakota saturated the floor in the living room. He didn’t want to think about what was going happen to that poor couple even if they were dead. He got back to the front door as Dakota scrapped a match along the matchbook. It flared to life. “Get out,” she ordered. “I’m right behind you.” “Dakota.” She dropped the match on the floor, igniting the puddle at her feet. The gasoline ignited blue first as it blazed through the house followed by a deadly orange flame.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “laughter”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He pulled into his spot and killed the engine, the trees around him were blanketed with the black of night. The bright glow of campfires peppered the landscape. Children’s laughter floated through the closed window as sleep pulled Ezekiel under.
He nearly jumped out of his skin at the hand slamming into his driver side window over and over. He pried open an eye then turned his head to find the source of the commotion. Dakota stood on the other side, staring at him. Why was it when he saw her, or even thought about her, he got hard as a rock? “What the…” he protested. “I need your help,” she replied. “What?” He voice slurred, still heavy with sleep. “Oh, for the love of fuck, wake up.” She strode around the nose of the truck and popped open the passenger. She climbed inside then stared at him. “What are you doing?” Ezekiel demanded. “Do I need to drive?” Dakota countered. “How’d you get here?” “I rode my bike. I hid it. We can come back and get it later. So let me ask again. Do I need to drive?” “No,” Ezekiel grumbled as he flipped the key in the ignition. The truck started with a rumble. He flipped on the headlights then carefully pulled out of the spot. There wasn’t much conversation other than the occasional direction. Ezekiel kept his concentration on the road ahead but it didn’t stop his erection from growing harder by the second. His brothers weren’t kidding. This mating thing was hell on a werewolf. He took a second to glance at Dakota. She stared out the passenger side window but she was visibly squirming in her seat. He smiled a bit. Maybe she was going through the same torture. Some little part of him hoped so. Misery loved company after all. “Stop here,” she ordered. Ezekiel scowled but did as he was told as he turned into the drive of a modest single story house. It was by itself on the side of the highway with not a neighbor in sight. No lights were on to indicate a sign of life. He followed her lead as she hopped out of the cab and stormed to the front door. She didn’t knock or anything. She barged right in. “What the…” Ezekiel hurried in right after her. Someone had to stop this crazy bitch. Just inside the threshold he froze in place. He had good news for his brothers. He found the one thing that could smother the mating lust in the matter of seconds as he stared at the bloody dead bodies lying on the floor.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The waitress stared at him for a long moment before she wandered away. Ezekiel sighed as he took another drink of coffee. This was definitely a new world he was in here in the South. Here, everyday folks knew what was after them and they bonded together to survive it.
Maybe they should try that back in Duluth. It would work, except for the fact they would probably have to tell everyone they werewolves. Second thought, he should scrap that thought. A plate of steaming breakfast food was pushed in front of him followed by a carafe of coffee. A bowl heaped with mint chocolate chip ice cream smothered in chocolate sauce, whipped cream, chopped peanuts and a cherry brought up the rear like an afterthought. Ezekiel scowled, puzzled, at his waitress. “Ice cream for breakfast?” She gave him a shrug. “Something about you tells me you’re gonna need it.” She shuffled down the counter to help the other customers. Ezekiel cupped his fingers around the bowl and tugged it in front of him. The eggs could wait. Momma would have never allowed this as a morning meal, even when they were adults and mint chocolate chip was his favorite. Once he finished his dessert, his entire meal and the full pot of coffee, he paid his bill. He left a hefty tip under the plate and he studied the cross behind the counter once more. The poor woman lived in this mess. She deserved it. He made his way to the truck and hopped in. After looking up directions to Nashville on his maps app, he fired it on and sped down the highway. When night fell, he was a few miles outside the city limits. He turned off the road at a campground sign.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “evil”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  She scooped the menu out of his hands like she didn’t trust him with it. She probably figured he needed the kids menu instead. “Be right back with the coffee.”
Ezekiel took in his surroundings as he waited. There were a couple in the booth behind him having a conversation in low tones. Two men in overalls sat at the far end of the counter sipping from white chipped mugs as the read the paper. The walls were sparsely decorated in a pop culture fifties motif. There was even a jukebox playing tunes in the corner. He turned his attention back to the area behind the counter and that’s when he saw it. A cross hung from the wall stained as black as it could be. A red line of paint was drizzled in the center of each beam to look like blood. It make every hair on Ezekiel’s body stand on end. The waitress returned with the mug and a little bowl filled with sealed cartons of creamer. She set it before him then picked up a glass on the counter. She polished it with the dish towel that had laid beside it. Ezekiel pointed at the cross. “That’s a unique piece. It doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the decor.” The waitress gave it the briefest of glances. “It’s a symbol.” “For?” he pried. She huffed then set the glass down. “There is evil in this world, one your puny Yankee mind couldn’t comprehend. That cross indicates that this is a safe place for those that wish to escape that wickedness.” It couldn’t mean what he thought it did. “Evil? Try me.” She scoffed at him then leaned against the counter to get closer. Her smirk revealed a few missing teeth. “I don’t want to scare you, boy.” “I don’t think you can.” Her grin grew wider. “What if I told you that vampires roam this area? Creatures that will pin you to the floor and suck the blood right out of you.” Ezekial picked up a tub of creamer and tore the top off. He poured it into his coffee. “I’d tell you I ran into a bunch of them in a bar about thirty miles west of here.” Her smile faded as her eyes widened. “You escaped them?” “I did. I held my own with the help of a hunter named Dakota Ross.” A small smile graced the lips of waitress. “Ah. I see. Dakota is an angel sent from heaven. She patrols these parts enough to ward the evil off. I didn’t realize she was back in this area. She was here last week.” Ezekiel took a sip of his coffee to hide any emotion he felt at hearing this woman talk of Dakota. “Well, who knows what higher power sent her back to you.” |
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