Welcome to the sequel of ‘The Life of a Bi Slayer’, or the sequel to the sequel of ‘The Life of a Gay Slayer’. I decided to call this one something a little different since it’s going to run a little differently. It’s not first person, despite what the prologue might indicate. I had to make it that way because there are more than two main characters in this one.

            Warnings! This story contains male/male, don’t like then don’t read. There’s also some violence, sick twisted pasts etc. The usual stuff for me. There’s also what I consider to be a lot of angst as everyone’s in love with someone else. But I swear the ending will be happy, for most of the characters at least.

            Anyway, I’ve gone on enough… Oh, except just to let you know this story starts three years after the end of the last one. And PLEASE, PLEASE comment! It makes my world shine!

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            It had been a long time since we had all been gathered in this particular room, Treya’s sturdy oak desk taking up a good portion of one wall. The same desk that had had to be fixed after she had thrown Raven into it. The memory made me smile but it vanished as soon as my sister turned to us with a sombre expression. Something was up, and I doubted it was anything as trivial as a messy bathroom or a car borrowed without permission. I wondered if it had something to do with her lover. Mithra had been acting rather distant lately, distant for her that is, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen her speaking to Luke.

            “I’m retiring.”

            There was a collective intake of breath at that statement and I almost choked. That had certainly not been what I had been expecting. I was glad I was already sitting down, and I looked up at her with bewilderment, taking comfort in the delicate body next to mine. Sharael’s hand clasped mine in silent support and I leaned a little closer to him, letting his warmth help clear my mind.

            “You’re not serious.” Zack had stood and looked at my sister as if she had just proclaimed she could fly. “You’re too young to retire, you haven’t even been a slayer for that long.”

            “I’ve been one for long enough.” She shrugged, looking sad and tired. “I don’t want this life anymore. I want to live in peace, not having to risk my life every night. I want to spend my time with Mithra.”

            “This is insane!” Zack stated angrily, looking like he wanted to strangle some sense into her, but Luke stood then, silent and calm, laying a hand on our leader’s arm.

            “If it is what she wants, Zackery, then it is her choice.” He then looked at Treya carefully, “Is it what you want?”

            “Yes.” She nodded to emphasis her answer. “I admit that she has influenced my choice but it is what I want. I’m not happy with my life how it is, I want more. I hope you can all understand that and don’t hold any grudges against me for this.”

            “Why do I get the feeling you have more to say?” Zack questioned, looking slightly worried.

            “This is my house.” She stated quietly, and it took a while for the meaning of her words to sink in. I jumped to my feet then, glaring at her.

            “It’s my house too! The slayers have to stay here because I’m not going to ‘retire’, not for a very long time!”

            “I’m sorry, Ish.” She tried to touch me but I knocked her hand away, furious. “You know everything was left to me. It is my house and my money and I want a peaceful life, one I can’t have with slayers around. I’m sorry brother and you are welcome to stay but not if you still want to be a slayer.”

            “I can’t believe you!” Pain was choking my throat and my heart constricted. “You would throw me out of my home? You’d take all our parents’ money for yourself? You know the only reason why everything was left to you was because I wasn’t of age when they died! They didn’t want you to have everything!”

            “No, Ishriel, they left everything to me because you are a spoilt brat. Stopping being childish and think of someone else for once. Think how I feel.” Her words were cold and I could barely believe them. How could she say such nasty things to me? How dare she tell me to think of someone else when she was throwing us all out?

            “Fine, Treya! I’ll leave and you can have it all but you’re no longer my sister.” Ignoring her hurt expression I fled from the room, not knowing where I was going, only knowing I had to get away from her, I wouldn’t let her see me cry! I wouldn’t let her know how much she had hurt me.

            “Ishriel… honey?”

            Keeping my teary eyes closed I wrapped my arms around him tightly as he settled on my lap, his slim arms returning the affectionate gesture. I was glad he had come looking for me, not many would know to look for me in such a wild and secluded part of the garden. I was sitting on my favourite log and I realised with a pang of pain that this could be the last time I would sit here. How could she do such a horrible thing? My own sister, the last family I had?

            “I will always be yours.” Sharael promised softly, before placing gentle kisses on my face, kissing away my tears. If I didn’t have him I didn’t know what I would do, his softly spoken assurances meaning the world to me.

            “How could she do it?” Finally opening my eyes, I nearly wept again as I saw his eyes were glistening with tears of his own.

            “I don’t know, love… Is there anything I can do for you?”

            “Mmm.” I closed my eyes again, pulling him as close as possible, letting my breath out in a sigh as he buried his face against my neck, his soft hair caressing my skin comfortingly. “Just let me hold you.”

            We sat that way, in silence for a long time but I must have fallen asleep at some point because I found myself on the ground, my head in his lap as he stroked my hair soothingly, his beautiful voice washing over me in gentle waves. I couldn’t understand the words he was singing but I had the nagging feeling that I should have known what the song was. It didn’t really matter though, what mattered was that it made me feel somewhat lighter of heart, like everything could work out ok in the end.

            Sighing tiredly I shifted a little to ease the pressure on my shoulder before resting one hand on his thigh, stroking over the soft fabric of his pants and wishing it were skin I was caressing instead. Neither his fingers nor his voice faltered at my movements and I felt all my pain slowly ease away until it was no more than a dull ache. When he finally ended the song I shifted again to look up at him, reaching out to caress one flawlessly smooth cheek.

            “I love you.”

            He smiled affectionately at my words, capturing my hand to kiss my fingers, his other hand still stoking my hair. “I love you too, honey.”

            “Where will we go?” I felt like a child again, needing him to be strong for me even though that was unfair, for he was losing his home as well. Was I really selfish?

            “Wherever you want, my love. We should talk to the others perhaps. We can still stay together and either Luke or I could take the place of the fifth slayer.”

            “But we don’t have a funder. I seriously doubt Raven’s mother will let him support another gang and I don’t have any money.” My voice broke on the last word and he gave me a sympathetic look, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss to my forehead.

            “You do have money, honey.” He giggled at little at the unconscious rhyme and I couldn’t help smiling; he was so adorable. “We have money, what’s mine is yours, you know that.”

            “I cou-”

            “What’s mine is yours.” He repeated insistently, tapping my nose and making me laugh. “And what’s yours is mine.” Delicate fingers slipped up under my shirt, caressing my skin meaningfully. “To be honest I kind of like the idea of us funding a gang. We can go shopping for the latest weapons… buy a new van without squeaky windows… have an entire room devoted to erotic pleasure…”

            Laughing I twisted to push him down, pinning his gorgeously pale body to the soft grass. “What does that have to do with slaying?”

            “Nothing but it’s a good idea don’t you think?”

            “Hmm, yes.” Leaning down to nibble softly at his lips I couldn’t remember what I had been so upset about. I had everything I could ever want right there under me, his pleasured moans sweeter than any present I could ever be gifted with. As I parted his exquisite body from his clothes, I decided if this was the last memory I would have of my secluded little spot, I should make it a very good one.