A/N: Sorry so short, was busy today and will try to write more while I'm off.
The wild frontier was just as beautiful as Connor had remembered to be... and cold as well. He shivered, drawing his long coat tighter around himself as he guided Aquila along the path wile surveying the snow covered landscape. He could not help but reprimand himself for becoming too complacent with the luxury he had easily come to used to after marrying Charles.
But it was not so difficult for to become independent once more. He still knew how survive in the wild. How to hunt, prepare food and shelter, and defend himself against predators and whatever nature sent his way. The hunter also did not take any chances when traveling, switching to his second sight to make sure no one was following or planning to ambush him.
Fortunately, not many were aware that of his travels. Aside from his father, Noah, Clipper, Ronald and Mary; the public was convinced the half-native wife of the Commander-in-Chief was still weak and frail. Still recovering from his miscarriage and was kept cloistered inside the Lee family's guarded manor.
Benjamin Church would never see him coming.
Not until Connor had his hands around that bastard's throat. But he vowed that he wouldn't kill the surgeon too quickly. No, he was going to make that traitor beg for mercy. Mercy that would be denied. He would break every bone in the Alpha's body, laugh at his screams, before doing something about them. Perhaps cut off the snake's fork tongue and watch him drown in his own blood...
Yes... Connor liked that image his twisted mind began to conjure. Church deserved to bleed, just as he had when the baby in his belly had been lost. So much blood, that the Omega could have died along with his child, as was most likely Church's intention.
Realizing that he was glaring manically only at the path before him, the hunter tried to school his expression so not to let the murderous rage he felt show upon his features. He had done the same with George Washington, and would do so now until he had his hands on Church.
Hands that were begining to shake, and not because of fury welled up within him. It was getting colder, and the hunter realized he should have set up camp sometime ago. He really needed to focus, now more than ever. Nothing could get in his way.
With a tired sigh, he guided Aquila off the path to make camp.
His nightmares are vivid and disturbing. Aquila - his faithful mare - has on a few occasions, had to nuzzle him awake after a whole night of tossing and turning, while mumbling in his sleep. Connor had hoped that these dreams would remain forgotten as they had during the time he believed his dear little William was real. But, facing realty forced him to also confront his guilty subconscious.
In these horrid dreams, there is blood. Rivers of crimson that covers him from head to toe, threatening to drown him. Tiny little bloodstained fingers belonging to dismembered arms, would reach out and claw into his flesh, pulling him down no matter how much he struggled. He would try to shake off as many as he could, and swim, but tall waves of red obscured the shore as they crashed into one another.
Why mommy?
A chorus of children's voices would cry out with every sickening splash.
Why did you let us die?
He would wake up sobbing, begging for the spirits to forgive him. But the onslaught continued almost every night. Which made him glad he had found decent shelter, as he would have been kicked out of any inn for disrupting the guests of any inn he stayed at.
People would think him insane. He was certain Charles as well as the other Templars and the Lee family servants already had. But he was not crazy. Not yet. Connor wasn't quite sure what kept the pieces of his sanity sewn together anymore.
Perhaps it was this hunt he was completely trying to concentrate on. Or maybe it was how he would now be perceived by his Alpha. Or maybe it was the ominous blue rays coming from the tree tops that his eagle eyes spotted a few yards away.
"Kanen'tó:kon," he called out, "I know you are there, and would like to speak with you face to face."
One-shot: Blood and Snow 2a/?
A/N: Sorry so short, was busy today and will try to write more while I'm off.
The wild frontier was just as beautiful as Connor had remembered to be... and cold as well. He shivered, drawing his long coat tighter around himself as he guided Aquila along the path wile surveying the snow covered landscape. He could not help but reprimand himself for becoming too complacent with the luxury he had easily come to used to after marrying Charles.
But it was not so difficult for to become independent once more. He still knew how survive in the wild. How to hunt, prepare food and shelter, and defend himself against predators and whatever nature sent his way. The hunter also did not take any chances when traveling, switching to his second sight to make sure no one was following or planning to ambush him.
Fortunately, not many were aware that of his travels. Aside from his father, Noah, Clipper, Ronald and Mary; the public was convinced the half-native wife of the Commander-in-Chief was still weak and frail. Still recovering from his miscarriage and was kept cloistered inside the Lee family's guarded manor.
Benjamin Church would never see him coming.
Not until Connor had his hands around that bastard's throat. But he vowed that he wouldn't kill the surgeon too quickly. No, he was going to make that traitor beg for mercy. Mercy that would be denied. He would break every bone in the Alpha's body, laugh at his screams, before doing something about them. Perhaps cut off the snake's fork tongue and watch him drown in his own blood...
Yes... Connor liked that image his twisted mind began to conjure. Church deserved to bleed, just as he had when the baby in his belly had been lost. So much blood, that the Omega could have died along with his child, as was most likely Church's intention.
Realizing that he was glaring manically only at the path before him, the hunter tried to school his expression so not to let the murderous rage he felt show upon his features. He had done the same with George Washington, and would do so now until he had his hands on Church.
Hands that were begining to shake, and not because of fury welled up within him. It was getting colder, and the hunter realized he should have set up camp sometime ago. He really needed to focus, now more than ever. Nothing could get in his way.
With a tired sigh, he guided Aquila off the path to make camp.
His nightmares are vivid and disturbing. Aquila - his faithful mare - has on a few occasions, had to nuzzle him awake after a whole night of tossing and turning, while mumbling in his sleep. Connor had hoped that these dreams would remain forgotten as they had during the time he believed his dear little William was real. But, facing realty forced him to also confront his guilty subconscious.
In these horrid dreams, there is blood. Rivers of crimson that covers him from head to toe, threatening to drown him. Tiny little bloodstained fingers belonging to dismembered arms, would reach out and claw into his flesh, pulling him down no matter how much he struggled. He would try to shake off as many as he could, and swim, but tall waves of red obscured the shore as they crashed into one another.
Why mommy?
A chorus of children's voices would cry out with every sickening splash.
Why did you let us die?
He would wake up sobbing, begging for the spirits to forgive him. But the onslaught continued almost every night. Which made him glad he had found decent shelter, as he would have been kicked out of any inn for disrupting the guests of any inn he stayed at.
People would think him insane. He was certain Charles as well as the other Templars and the Lee family servants already had. But he was not crazy. Not yet. Connor wasn't quite sure what kept the pieces of his sanity sewn together anymore.
Perhaps it was this hunt he was completely trying to concentrate on. Or maybe it was how he would now be perceived by his Alpha. Or maybe it was the ominous blue rays coming from the tree tops that his eagle eyes spotted a few yards away.
"Kanen'tó:kon," he called out, "I know you are there, and would like to speak with you face to face."