The Brutality Of Fate [A Tale Of Life In Mordhaus]

Chapter 10


The next morning, I awoke feeling disoriented. I almost wondered where I was, but then I heard gentle rumbling snores. Turning over carefully, I looked upon a sight that few people would ever see. Nathan was curled up in deep sleep, hair straggled across his face with one large hand resting against his cheek and the other curled lightly across my hip. I felt my heart literally melt into my chest, leaving me breathless. I gently stroked the side of his gorgeous face lightly with a finger, my heart in my throat. He looked so innocent and vulnerable in that position, showing none of his usual intimidating, intense presence. I felt honored to be trusted that much for him to sleep so deeply next to me. I spent a few moments watching him sleep, basking in the glow of actually having someone to wake up to. Then, my bladder decided to intrude upon my observations. I wondered how I was gonna get up to go to the bathroom, without waking Nathan up. I peered over his broad shoulder to look at the clock on his nightstand. It read 11 am, still quite early, at least for Mordhaus standards.


But still, I had to get up. I slowly and gently moved Nathan's large hand from my hip, hearing him give a rough growl before drifting off again. Gingerly, I swung off the bed and bounded to my feet in one fluid motion. I turned to see if I had woken Nathan up. But no, he was still curled up in deep sleep. I quietly sighed and walked softly to the bathroom. That taken of, I looked around for something to do. For I was too afraid to venture out unsupervised, for now. I spotted Nathan's bookcase across the room. Curious now, I padded lightly over to it to examine Nathan's secret reading compulsion. True homicide crime paperbacks, different serial killer autobiographies, books about different cannibal and headhunter tribes of South America and Africa, some horror paperbacks and even some fantasy lined the shelves. I giggled softly at his collection, I could be content here for awhile. I picked out Clive Barker's "Books Of Blood, Vol. 1" and curled up again on the bed, propped up on a blood red pillow. Before I started reading though, I leaned down and gave Nathan a gentle kiss on the forehead. I heard him give a soft growl of pleasure before rolling over, snoring lightly again. I gave a small giggle and settled down to read, still wondering if the last words he said to me before we went to sleep last night was real or a dream.


After about an hour or so, I was starting to get hungry. I started to get up when I realized that I was being touched lightly across my hip, making me shiver. I put the book away and looked down to see Nathan blinking up at me sleepily. I smiled softly at him, "Good morning, my lord." He grunted grumpily, "Ya...whatever....what fuckin time...is it..?" I looked over at the clock, "12:45, my lord." Nathan gave a deep grunt and buried his head in his pillow. I heard a muffled roar of, "Fuck." I giggled softly at that. He raised his head back up and turning over, stretched his massive body, yawning deeply. I could not help but watch his every move, he smiled evilly at me as he sat up. I blushed at being caught staring and put my head down. But, he caught me by the chin and gave me a rough kiss. With that done, he got out of bed, clad only in his underwear. He grumbled lowly, "I'm gonna get dressed....fuckin, after that...I'll..uhh...get ya some goddamn clothes and get something...to fuckin eat...I'm fuckin starving." I nodded, "Okay, my lord....I'll wait right here."


He grunted again, "Heh, ya...you better fuckin stay....there." Still stretching, he walked into his closet. He reemerged a couple of minutes later with his usual outfit. He looked over at me still sitting on his bed, nodded in satisfaction before disappearing into the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came out dressed and looking a little more alert, hair freshly brushed. Still yawning though, he walked back into his closet, grumbling something about fucking clothes. I didn't know whether to feel bad about that or not. I had left home so fast that I didn't think to pack anything. I sighed deeply, feeling bad now. He came back out with a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

I stared at the clothes, feeling bad. They were too big, well, the jeans were. Nathan stared down at me, still holding the clothes. He growled lowly, "Um...I think these might be...too big for ya...I dunno....give em a try....if not....fuckin...I'll go steal Pickles' fuckin pants....it's not like he fuckin...wears em....ugh." I giggled at that, murmuring softly. "He is...quite short...isn't he, my lord?" Nathan gave a rough chuckle, "Heh...ya...he fuckin is....I could fuckin break him...with one damn finger...fuckin drummer..." I giggled again and got up to try on the jeans. I started walking to the bathroom, but Nathan stopped me. He growled lowly, "Just...try em on out here...I wanna see if they...fuckin fit..." My eyes widened considerably, but thinking about the shower last night, I should have no qualms about being in various stages of undress in front of him by now.

Shrugging slightly, I murmured, "Yes, my lord." I quickly shed my pj bottoms, feeling the heat of Nathan's gaze on me and attempted to step into his jeans. I looked down at them, mortified. Lengthwise, it was a disaster, I couldn't even see my fucking feet. Waistwise though, almost perfect, which made me kinda giggle. Nathan was just staring at me, growling lowly, "Well, shit...I guess...I dunno....I'll have fuckin...someone mend ya a couple of pairs....of my jeans for now....till we can get some of your own stuff.....ya...we may go later....I need to fuckin...ask Ofdensen what time....the fuckin....uhh...Orientation thingy is....maybe we can sneak out for a bit, huh?" I nodded, and stepped back into my pj bottoms, still giggling silently.


On that note, Nathan snatched up his Dethphone from the nightstand and dialed. He growled into the phone roughly, "Hey, Of....ya, it's Nathan. Listen, I need to know when the fuckin...uhh...Orientation thingy is..? 8pm? Heh, alright then..fuck, ya...I need to like...take my chick to get...some fuckin clothes. No, she doesn't have any...well, fuck..of course she's been wearing my clothes...God...ya...No, I'm taking her on the...goddamn Murdercycle...No, we don't need a fuckin escort...do I look fuckin...fifteen to you!?? I can fuckin take care of her...myself! Ya, I'll have my fuckin phone on, goddamn, Of...We'll be fine...fuck, no I don't give a damn about being seen with her....she's my fuckin...chick...Ya, I know...fuck man...god..ya...we'll be back by 5pm, maybe...Why??....WHAT??? Why the FUCK...did ya make an appointment for her??? I was gonna fuckin...take her anyway...fuck...fine...ya, I gotta go...Ya, I know...goddamn, meddling fuckin...manager...ya, later Of..." He snapped his phone shut, snarling with annoyance. "Goddamnit...fuck it." He looked at me, "I'm just gonna like...call Pickles and see if he...has something for ya to wear....cause we aint fuckin...got time to fix my....stuff for ya, understand?"


I nodded, "Yes, my lord, do whatever you think needs to be done." He sighed roughly and flipped open his phone again. He growled sharply, "Heh, good girl...he better fuckin...be awake by now...god." He dialed again, "Hey, dude...ya, it's Nathan..listen, I need a favor, man...Ya, I need to borrow a pair of...fuckin pants...No, not for me, ya jackoff!! For my fuckin...chick...ya, dude...she has like...no fuckin clothes....goddamn, dude....fuck....no, she's been wearing my clothes, you douche.....no, dude...my jeans are like...too...fuckin big for her, man. Don't I know it, dude? Heh, ya...dude, she's like fuckin...tiny." I blushed at that part. "Heh, she's fuckin....blushin, dude....fuck ya, man...just like...fuckin bring em by and shit....ya, I'm gonna fuckin...take her to get some...ya...fuckin shopping, dude....AHAHAAHA!! I know, man...fuckin...not metal at all....but, hey man, I gotta take care of...my chick ya know? NO, you can't fuckin come with us!! Fuck you, dude.....just...get your ass down here....fine...ya...later, dude." He snapped his phone shut again, grumbling under his breath. "Goddamn, fuckin, curious ass drummers....god." I giggled softly, loving how he interacted with his band-mates.


A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Nathan grumbled again under his breath about pain in the ass drummers, and stomped over to the door. Flinging it open, I saw Pickles hovering in the doorway, smirking in that crooked smile of his. "Hey, dood, I got ya...feckin pants...Heh." Nathan grumbled lightly, "Just like...come in dude, fuck." Pickles smirked again and sauntered in, nodding at me. "Hey, chick...heh, how ya doin?" I looked at Nathan for permission to talk with the drummer, he sighed and nodded his head. "Hi, Pickles. I'm okay...I just...have no fuckin clothes." I giggled. Pickles smirked back, "Heh, so I heard....dood, Na'ten, she's been wearing yer shit??" Nathan nodded, growling harshly, "Ya, man...when...I fuckin...decked those fuckers that were on her....ya, heh....fuckin blood and brains everywhere, dude, it was fuckin brutal!! But, ya...it got like...all over her clothes and shit, dude...So, I had to like...get rid of em...they were fuckin...ruined."


Pickles frowned, "Well, feck, dood..that feckin sucks....am surprised yer shit fits her, well...kinda..." Nathan smirked darkly, "Dude...fuckin...she wore my shorts yesterday..." Pickles laughed, "Seriously, dood??? I thought ya got rid of them feckin things??!!" Nathan chuckled darkly, "Nah, dude, I fuckin...forgot I had them...kinda glad I didn't really..." Pickles looked over at me again, "Dood, is she feckin...wearin them feckin....flannel things I got ya for feckin...Dethmas, last year??? Oh, my feckin gahd, dood!! I didnin think ya kept em!!!!" He busted up laughing at that. I giggled too, almost falling over. Nathan gave a gruff chuckle at that, "Fuck you, dude....I don't fuckin...look at my shit that often, Heh...I'm kinda glad I still have some old shit, dude....otherwise...ya...she wouldn't have shit, man." Pickles nodded, "Yeh, I hear ya, dood. Well, have her try on mine...heh, and ya...der feckin clean, ya asshole....before ya feckin...freak out on me....gahd" I giggled and got up, walking over to Nathan. He gathered me into his arms and hugged me. He handed me a pair of Pickles' pants, which looked much smaller. I giggled again and looked up at Nathan, "Thank you, my lord." Nathan smiled gently down at me, "Hey...fuckin...this time...you have someone else to thank, girl...so ya...say thank you to fuckin....Pickles..or he'll never leave me the....fuck alone."

I turned to Pickles, smiling. "Thank you, Pickles, very much." He nodded, smirking, "Heh...yea...anyting for Na'ten's chick...provided that I don't git my ass handed to me again" Nathan chuckled darkly, "Hey, dude...thanks for the fuckin...help...man, just like....fuckin...don't fuck with my chick, man...that's all I ask....god." Pickles smirked again, "Fair enough, dood....I guess...still, man...I still say she's pretty feckin cute, dood....that's all." I blushed heavily, turning and burying my face in Nathan's chest. He grunted down at me, "Heh...ya...go on, girl...get fuckin...dressed...we have shit to go do...I think I'll uhh....take ya out for...fuckin lunch or somethin....ya." With that said, Nathan gently pushed me towards the bathroom, giving me a hard kiss. I took the hint and walked into the bathroom with my bundle of borrowed clothes, closing the door behind me.


Pickles turned to Nathan, with a sly smirk on his face. Nathan growled at that look. "Dood, Na'ten,heh. Ya really like...this feckin chick, don't ya???" Nathan turned his head away, growling harshly. Pickles smirked wider, "Come on, dood, ya ken tell me. Who am I gonna feckin tell anysways??" Nathan grumbled, "Oh...I dunno, dude...how about the...WHOLE FUCKIN...band???....ya." Pickles frowned at Nathan, "Dood, they are gonna find out about her...sooner or later. Heh, look at Skwis, he's still freaked teh feck out from her. Feck dood, he was all tellin me and shit, 'Shes likes whats de lady Nathans, my face stills hurts!' I feckin still can't stop laughin at that feckin shit." Nathan chuckled darkly, "Heh, ya...she does have a good fuckin....punch...almost like...me..." He trailed off, gulping hard. Pickles smiled evilly, "Heh, yer in...feckin love, man...wow, dood, brutal." Nathan snapped harshly, "Dude, I don't...fuckin....love her." Pickles shrugged, "Whatever, Na'ten. I ken tell, but hey...if ya don't wanna admit to me, dood...then at least....feckin...admit it to yerself....she feckin...deserves that much. Gahd, dood, she seems...feckin...good fer ya, man. Come on..." Nathan blushed and turned away, growling harshly. "Why don't you just....get the fuck outta here, dude...??? I need to fuckin....take care of her and shit....god...leave us alone...I can deal...with it...on my own, man..."


Pickles shook his head and gave a sigh, "Whatever, Na'ten. I tryed to help, man, but just feckin...think about it, ok? Don't feck it up....like ya did last time....just take it slow with her....man, I dunno. She...feckin...loves ya too." Nathan snapped his head up, rumbling lowly. "What the fuck....are you talkin about???? She....doesn't....she won't...." Pickles smirked evilly again, "Dood...ya really are feckin blind. Do you even feckin see how she looks at ya??" Nathan put his head down, growling lowly, "No,how...does...she.....ya know?" Pickles sighed, "I'll feckin say it this way, man. That chick feckin...worships the ground you feckin walk on. Not cause of yer money or yer feckin fame. But, because you feckin, gahd, how do I say this? Because of how you've feckin been treatin her. She likes it, dood, and I saw her eyes just like feckin light up,dood. When she was walkin towards ya like, she's fallin for ya hard, dood. Just, watch her eyes when she comes out, dood and you'll feckin see. I'm gonna leave ya two alone. Just,think about it, dood. Just, feckin, call me anytime ya need to ya know....talk and shit....it aint THAT unmetal to...ya know..talk to me sometimes, dood. Later, Nate." With that said, Pickles left. Leaving Nathan to some very confused and hopeful thoughts.