am sure the sire will let you leave once he is well again. Sire! Why would you call him sire? We must hurry madam; his health is declining as we speak. I start walking toward the door and turn to see two huge males lifting Tristan out of the car and helping him in the house through a side door. This all seems to get stranger and stranger. Maybe he is getting worse. He hasn’t said anything to me in a while. I haven’t been paying any attention to him since we arrived here at the mansion. Could something have happened to him and I wasn’t paying attention? I need to hurry and check on him. Why should I care if something happens to him? He kidnapped me and brought me here without my approval. I will help him then ask questions later. Jeffery please take me to him now because I will not be staying here long enough to worry about putting my bags away. As you wish Madam, I will take you to him. The mansion is spacious and beautiful inside. The place has been decorated exquisitely. Someone has sophisticated tastes and it shows in the way things have been arranged and decorated. There is art work on the walls and a nice cozy fire in the corner of the room with comfy couches with pillows placed all around it. I follow Jeffery down the hall until we stop at the last door at the end of the hall. He knocks and someone yells for us to enter. I enter the room and notice that there are two huge men in the room with Tristan. They are the guys that brought Tristan in from the car. The man to his right looks like he weighs a good two hundred and fifty pounds and is 6’8” tall and very muscular. He is as big as Tristan. He has long wavy hair brown and has brown eyes. He has a very rugged handsome look to him. He has tattoos from his pectoral muscles all the way down his arms. They almost look like they are some type of tribal markings. The guy to Tristan’s left is at least two hundred and fifty pounds and looks to be 6’10” and has long blond hair and blue eyes. He is very muscular and also has the tattoos in the same places as the last guy. These guys look like they fell out of a bodybuilding completion. They are very handsome and are not lacking in looks department at all. It is unusual to have this many good looking men in one place. I wonder if they are gay. “We are not gay”, replied the man to Tristan’s right. “I didn’t say anything”, replied Ava. “I heard what your mind said. We like women very much and we are not afraid to show it”, he replied. I am sorry; I didn’t mean to offend anyone and how did you know what I said, replied Ava? I was born with the gift of hearing other people’s thoughts. My name is Zane and my friend here is Christian. My name is Ava and it is nice to meet you both. “We need you to tend to Tristan’s wounds”, replied Zane. “I will do the best I can but I am not a doctor,” replied Ava. We will trust that you will do what’s best for him. “I need the both of you to lie him down on the bed and strip off his clothes. I will need your help turning him to get the bullets out of his back,” replied Ava. “We will do what is necessary to make him better”, replied Christian. “That is good to hear because he is going to need all the help he can get,” replied Ava. The guys unbutton his jeans and pull them off and throw them onto the floor. Tristan lost his shirt when he was brought in by EMS. They usually cut peoples clothes off. I guess they only got as far as his shirt.
Chapter 2 Beside the bed there is a metal tray with all kinds of surgical equipment and bandages. They were not kidding when they said they would have all the supplies I would need. “What kind of place is this,” asked Ava? “This is our home. We have a lot of people hear and we usually take care of each other’s injuries if needed”, replied Zane. I look on the tray and find a pair of surgical tweezers, scissors, and a suture kit. I grab a bunch of gauze and lay them out on the tray. I walk over