Forbidden Love

Chapter 1

"Can you hand me that board?" Blaise asked Ricki.

" Yeah yeah i got it right here" Ricki shot back.

"A few more boards and this darn shed will be finished and we can get back to business" Blaise called over his shoulder. 

"Mama will be happy when its done." Ricki said. 

Blaise finished hammering the board into the inside shelf. "Almost done" Blaise breathed a sigh of relief. He had been building a shed for his mama so she can store the mountain of crap in her garage. Papa would finally get off his ass and do something other then watching NASCAR and drinking mama's homemade lemon-aide. Mama has been hollering at him to get it done but as usual he passed it off to us. 

  "Boys" Mama called out the window " Come get some Chicken."

 Ricki stood strait up and licked his lips and took off like a kid after ice cream. Blaise followed but at a slower pace. Once inside he sank into the old wooden chair next to the table and his mama stood at the counter mixing the fresh lemon-aide she just made. Setting the pitcher on the table she shot a glance at Blaise and smiled.

"Thank you darlin for my shed. I really appreciate it" mama said.

" No problem Mama. Anything for you" Blaise winked and grabbed a chicken thigh and sank his teeth into it.

" I best be getting off. I'm heading out tomorrow" Blase stood and started for the door.

"Blaise i wish you would find a different profession. I don't like all the killin and war. I don't want to loose my oldest boy" mama called after him.

" Ill be fine mama. promise" Balise winked at his mama as he stepped outside and shut the door.

Outside was a old black chevy pickup. Dented and dinged but he loved it. He sat inside and started the engine. With a roar his old truck came to life. Heading home Blaise thought to himself, "i better get as much rest as i can."  The next mission is one that he has been warned about and now is coming to light. 

Blaise opened his truck door and stepped outside. The air was cold and damp. He pulled his jacket collar up around his neck as he started for the door. His steele gray eyes adjusting to the darkness that surrounded his 5 acre lot. A beautiful two story house sitting off the the left. Elegantly wrapped in a wrap around porch with lights and big windows. Scanning his surroundings there was a crack like someone stepped on a twig. Balise wiped around to find his brother Ryan coming up the drive way.

"What the Hell Ryan"

"Sorry Blaise i had to talk to you and you know how it is now that Liza Jane is swollen with pups. I cant ever get away.. Hunny get me this Hunny get me that.... She is driving me insane" 

Blaise laughed so hard he almost fell over. 

"And that little brother is why i don't have a mate"

"Shut the hell up!! The reason why i came by is because of this mission tomorrow" Ryan said.

"What about it" Blaise answered

" Just be careful. They are Vampires. They are Immortal. We are too but well just be careful."

"Oh little brother always worrying about me. Ill be ok. I've dealt with these Vampires before. Nothing but Blood sucking leaches. That's all." Blaise told him.

"Ok i best be getting back i believe that howl was for me" 

Laughing Blaise turned and walked inside his house. Setting his jacket on the peg inside the door he walked into his kitchen and poured himself a glass of the best whiskey there was. He walked into his room and set the glass on the oak nightstand next to his huge california king size bed. He stood in front of the mirror on the wall. His steele gray eyes looking back at himself. Deep in thought of what tomorrow will bring. The dread on his mind that if he doesn't come home. These were Vampires. Yes in his world his Werewolf world he had the strength of a thousand men, the agility of a cougar, and the rage of a wolf. Who was to be afraid he thought.  He rolled his eyes and turned from the mirror. Walking into the en-suite he turned the water on and waited for the water to warm. Undressed he stepped into the marble lined shower, Hot water gliding down his defined shoulders. His skin glistening as the water ran over him. His back defined and muscular. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair and rinsed the shampoo out of it. Turning off the shower and grabbing a towel off the rod iron rack he wrapped it around his waist and stepped out. Walking back into his kitchen he opened the fridge and looked inside. "Oh i see Laura went shopping" Laura is his housekeeper and she dose the shopping for him too. She usually keeps his favorite foods and his whiskey stocked, and for what he pays he she better. Remembering his whiskey he shot back into his room and put on a pair of cotton shorts and grabbed his drink and headed back into the kitchen. The fridge door still open he shut it and drank his whiskey. Walking  into his living room he sank into his plush couch. He grabbed the remote and flicked his huge 90in t.v. on. It lit up the room like a movie theater. Just the way he liked it. Thinking to himself " ahh the life of a werewolf with no mate and no offspring." He knew one day that would change but for right now he was enjoying the comforts of his beautiful home and all his toys. His eyes getting heavy he started drifting to sleep. The dread on his mind. "What if i don't come home." Soon he was snoozing and dreaming.