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Wolf and Man	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2928 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’d like to dedicate this chapter to one of my most loyal reviewers, ‘wkukluver’.
Love and hugs ^_^

England 1395.

He took a deep breath of the sweet smelling air, he was supposed to be helping his father and brothers mow the field, but he needed to get away for a few minutes. He’d pay hell for it later but now that it was harvest season he never got a chance to go to his secret spot to just relax.

The quiet tinkling of the crystal clear stream draining into a small pool filled with frogs and fish always put Zack at ease. Sometimes he wished he could sleep next to the small river, but something would probably eat him or he would get sick. He shook his head to clear it; to take his mind off of his worries he looked up at the brightly colored canopy above him, the sun filtered through the branches and a few straggling leaves like blinding streams of gold onto the leaf covered ground. He sighed and sat heavily next to the chuckling brook and tried to relax and not think.

His family had a bad crop last season so now they were behind on tithes to the church and payments to the baron, but the crop hadn’t faired much better this year. They might be able to pay everything, but then they would probably starve once winter settled over the land. Now he felt guilty for not being out in the field helping his family bring in the harvest, he swore as quietly as he could and hoped God wouldn’t hear it and if He did that He understand.

Obviously the stream wasn’t going to help him today; he stood and brushed off the seat of his ragged pants. As he was turning to leave a twig snapped somewhere nearby and something big ruffled the underbrush; Zack froze, if it was a bear he was dead, if it was a wolf he would also be dead, if it was one of his sisters sent out to look for him; he was dead, and if it was one of the baron’s sons he would be punished; preferably though, he would be dead.

“Oh, I’m sorry; I didn’t know you were here. I didn’t mean to startle you.” The quiet and rough voice was not one Zack knew. He turned slowly to look at the stranger; he definitely wasn’t someone from their small village. Short dark brown hair, high cheek bones, and a slender nose, hazel eyes that reflected the gold of the sun, and full, ruby lips; his dress was a little cool for the season, a deep brown colored shirt that offset his eyes beautifully was open at the throat showing a scandalous amount of skin around his neck. His pants looked like they were made of tanned deer hide, very expensive, and oddly enough he was barefoot.

Zack caught himself staring and immediately blushed and looked at his dirty feet; his long hair fell into his face like a comforting shield.

“I-I didn’t kn-know anyone else kn-knew about this p-place.” Zack only stuttered when he was lying and when he was embarrassed, since he was exceptionally shy, he tended to stutter a lot, much to the amusement of his peers. He continued to stare at his feet and try to come up with a decent excuse to leave, going by the way this man was dressed, he was probably a baron or a relative of one, simply running away from him would mean a severe punishment.

“Oh I didn’t, I must have gotten myself turned around, can you tell me where Lord Henry’s home is?” he sounded friendly enough and his rough voice sent a delightful shiver down Zack’s spine.

“P-p-past the t-trees, the-there’s a d-deer p-path.” He pointed the way for the man, but still didn’t look up; the thoughts his mind was conjuring about this man were going to send him straight to hell.

“Thank you. What’s your name?” the man walked toward him and stopped only a foot or so away as he started down the barely visible path. Zack cringed internally, he had been dreading this question, “Z-Zack, Z-Zachary.” He could feel himself shaking, if this man knew Lord Henry then he probably knew about the debt of the local villagers, which included his family. If he found out whom Zack was he could easily turn him into Lord Henry or take matters into his own hands and beat him himself for not being in the field and helping with the harvest. Zack’s eyes flashed fearfully to the gentle swell of muscles under the man’s snug clothing and shook slightly.

“Zachary what?”

“B-Baker, Z-Zachary B-B-Baker.” The man could probably see the tremors raking Zack’s smallish frame, which embarrassed him even more, which made his stutter worse and again, that embarrassed him more.

“Zackary Baker, I’m not going to hurt you, calm down.” There was a tinge of amusement in his voice. Zack felt his face flush with anger, people were always laughing at him, Zack, the village jester. His eyes flashed up to the man’s face for half a second before he dropped them again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry.” The laughter was gone; it was replaced with a genuine sincerity. He stepped toward Zack and held out a hand, Zack cowered back. Any time someone raised a hand by him it was to hit him and he really did not want to be hit by this beautiful man. The man stopped and carefully stepped back again, Zack uncurled a tiny bit.

“Zachary, look at me.”

Zack flicked his eyes up at the man again and then at the ground.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” his voice was irresistible, without thinking Zack nodded and then mentally kicked himself.

“I’d like to talk to you again; will you be here tomorrow evening as the sun sets?” Zack couldn’t resist his silken voice and nodded again.

“Until then Zachary.” The man disappeared into the thick trees without a sound and Zack was left alone again with his thoughts.

Zack surprised himself the next day by actually looking forward to seeing the strange man again. He rushed through all of his daily chores and was the first one on the field to start bundling hay. After their supper break though he disappeared into the trees to wait for the man, he didn’t really know what to do, no one had ever wanted to talk to him before, usually they just called him names and kicked him around. He paced nervously trying to decide if he should just leave when the underbrush rustled and the man stepped confidently out into the tiny clearing around the pool of water and the stream. If Zack had thought he’d been well dressed the day before it was nothing compared to this.

His shirt was short-sleeved and again open at the neck, it was pitch black, and shimmered a little in the scarce light of the setting sun. His pants were again made out of tanned deer hide, from the reddish tint probably Roe deer, not even the baron had clothes like that. Zack swallowed and shifted uncomfortably, now he really didn’t know what to do with this man. All the anticipation he’d felt building throughout the day suddenly died and took his confidence with it.

“I must apologize,” soft as his voice was Zack still jumped when it broke the silence between them, “I never told you my name, which was horribly rude of me, I’m Matthew.”
Zack repeated the name in his head over and over again trying to figure out what exactly about his name made him want to rub his groin.

“Is it alright if I come closer?”

Zack jumped a little, startled out of his…less than innocent thoughts, he felt his face burn as he blushed deeply and nodded hesitantly. He came only as close as he had been the day before, Zack looked at the ground and noticed that the man was still barefoot.

“Why don’t you wear shoes?” he blurted out; Zack felt himself become a little ill as he realized just how rude the question was. He closed his eyes and waited for the beating that was sure to come. Matt laughed quietly, “You know, most people don’t even notice that.” He didn’t sound angry but Zack stayed tense nonetheless, “I like to feel the earth beneath my feet, it’s more comfortable.” Zack looked up at this odd man through his long bangs.

“Zachary Baker, you are a beautiful creature.” He whispered he took two steps toward him cautiously, like he might approach a wild animal. Zack blushed deeply, no one had ever complimented him like that, and he stared at the ground again. He flinched the tiniest bit when Matt’s warm hand cupped his cheek and the other brushed his long bangs out of his eyes. Zack looked up at him and felt his heart speed up, Matt’s face was only a few inches away; his hazel eyes were more of a deep gold with the light of the setting sun. Zack felt himself lean toward his handsome stranger; Matt’s soft lips lightly brushed his.

“Zachary! You’re supposed--” Zack’s youngest brother, Isaac, dropped off mid-sentence when he saw his brother in a rather compromising position with a strange man. Zack immediately stepped away from Matt and felt a burning blush cover his face, “I-I know, I-I’m c-c-coming.” he grabbed Isaac’s hand and pulled him out of the clearing, he looked back once and found Matt still staring at him and then his long raven hair fell between them like a curtain.

“Why does Isaac tell me he found you with another *man*!” Zack tasted blood as his father raged in their small home, his deep voice shook the walls and the other children cowered as close to the wall as they could.

“You have the nerve to go courting a *Man* whilst the rest of this God fearing family works in the field to pay our lot to the good Lord and you sin before our very eyes!” his father smacked him again and Zack curled into a ball on the floor while the beating continued. Finally his father worked out his rage and stomped off to his bed, the other children scrambled out of his way to their own straw pallet. Zack stayed on the floor shaking and spitting out blood and teeth until the house grew quiet with sleep.

Slowly he dragged himself to his feet and stumbled out the door. He fell more times than he could remember; sometimes he was on the ground before the feeling of falling even registered. His side ached horribly and the pain flared every time he took a breath and he couldn’t get the coppery taste of blood out of his mouth. He crawled into the clearing and dragged his battered body to the merry stream. The cool water stung the cuts on his lips but he ignored the pain and rinsed his mouth out and then drank thirstily. Something ghosted through the underbrush, rustling leaves and making the night sounds fall silent. Zack rolled himself away from the stream and came face to face with the largest wolf he’d ever seen.

In the bright moonlight it seemed to glow soft silver, its breath wafted out of its nose in white plumes. Zack began to shake; hopefully the beast would just rip his neck out and end his suffering quickly. The wolf silently moved closer and whined quietly, Zack felt a warm tongue on his face and neck and then warm fur pressed against his side. Zack’s shaking slowed and stopped, the comforting heat was a welcome reprieve from the chill of autumn and the warm tongue would lick his neck every once in a while almost reassuringly; Zack slipped into sleep without a problem.

Zack woke the next morning stiff but surprisingly well rested. The large wolf was still by his side and watching him carefully. In the early morning light Zack could see why the beast had been glowing the night before, his pitch black coat was lightly dusted with fine silver hairs that caught the light and again gave him a halo of light. His eyes were a light gold color and filled with intelligence, not the savage blood lust he’d thought would be there.

He closer at the wolf’s golden eyes, something was familiar about them, but like a dream the more he thought about it the further from his mind it fled. The wolf stood slowly and didn’t break eye contact, Zack swallowed nervously; the dog was a great deal larger than him and faster. The wolf’s muzzle was only inches from his throat and Zack continued to stare into those seemingly familiar eyes; the light of the sun shifted and plunged the wolf’s eyes into shadow and the gold became two shades darker. Zack gasped and fell back into the stream as Matt’s human form replaced the dog. Zack’s mouth worked but no sound came out, Matt pressed a finger to his lips and pulled him out of the stream, “I know, I know, but I’m not going to hurt you. No matter what your pastor has told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Daemon, y-you’re a-a d-d-daemon.” Zack could barely breath, the fear was choking him, Matt gently captured Zack’s head between his hands and held him still.

“I’m not a daemon. I’m not evil, I’m not going to steal your soul or any of that.” His rough voice was soothing and Zack’s breathing began to go back to a more normal level.

“W-what do y-you w-want?” Zack was still shaking and his voice was nothing more than a faint whisper. Matt thought about the question for a moment and pulled him against his warm body, “I want to know,” he whispered quietly against Zack’s neck, “If you want to come with me?”

“W-where?” Zack closed his eyes and felt a sense of calm overtake him.

“Anywhere, everywhere until the end of time.”

Zack timidly placed his hands over Matt’s; he could go with this beautiful and possibly evil creature and lose his chance at salvation or he could stay on the farm with his family where he would toil until the day he died planting, growing, and harvesting crops that wouldn’t even go toward his well-being. He could go with Matthew and awake every morning with his warm body pressed against his or he could stay and most mornings wake up stiff from a beating and cold. Zack nodded, Matt pulled back and lightly brushed his lips across Zack’s, “Don’t be afraid.” And then there was a wolf in his lap. Matt gently took his left hand in his mouth and bit down; his sharp incisors tore Zack’s soft flesh easily and cleanly. He dropped his bleeding hand and began licking at the wound, Zack whimpered as the bite began to burn a little but the pain faded and all he could feel was Matt’s silky tongue running over his fingers.

Matt returned to his human form when the wound stopped bleeding, he stood up and that’s when Zack realized he was completely naked. His eyes skimmed over Matt’s flawless skin and the gentle curves of his muscles in his thighs and stomach. Zack almost choked when he realized how hungrily he was looking at Matt’s body.

“What?” Matt cocked his head to the side curiously; Zack ducked his head and began shaking as embarrassment turned his face a deep crimson color. After a moment Matt chuckled quietly, “It’s alright Zack, I don’t care.” He grabbed Zack’s hands and pulled him onto his feet but Zack kept his eyes firmly on the ground. Matt wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed the top of his head, “We need to go; your family is looking for you.”

Zack looked back down the path and then down at his hand, he heard his mother’s sing-song voice calling him and the higher voice of his little sister, Mary. He pulled away from Matt and in the sandy soil beside the creek he sketched a heart and then he grabbed Matt’s hand again and followed him into the dense underbrush of the forest.

A/N: So this little part is kind of a back story, a story within a story if you will =)
I’m starting on the next chapter tonight and if I write like a madwoman I may have it up tomorrow ^_^

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