The Bodyguard - Chapter 9

[teamzaylor]

Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 9
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Blade (Zac)
Authors Notes:

Hello guys, happy Halloween everyone!
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Good news, we finally have a few new The Bodyguard Chapters for you and will update them in the following days. :)
Thanks everyone for your patience ♥♥♥

Here's Chapter 9

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Blade:

It was already in the gray of dawn when me and the sticking dangler in tow left Santiago's bar. My blood was still boiling about the recent events and the last rays of coke didn't make anything better.

Usually, I wasn't the type of person that would commit an injustice to someone, but Skye had brought me to the white heat. The best thing would be to give this motherfucking son of a bitch a kick in front of any random car, to get rid of him finally! He had followed me like a curse since I saved him. I really couldn't find anything good on this job, the fuck with my brother and his shits.

But I knew that Santiago's words would never let go off me...

"If you really want to make up for me, then now is your chance Blade!"

I was fucking guilty. Now here I was on my way to get what I fucking deserved. Santiago wanted it that way, so apparently this was my damn destiny.

Santiago knew that I would do everything for him and clearly, he had decided that now was the time in which he could take his chance. He was the only person who knew the real me. He was the only person I trusted and who always knew what was best for me.

So I would take that damn bodyguard job in which everyone was trying to force me.

For Santiago.



To settle the damage I caused, if that was possible at all...by any means.

However, they would realize very soon that I wasn't the right person for the job.

Until then, I wouldn't let myself feel down. I went through much worse jobs, so how bad could this bodyguard job even become...?!

Yeah I could be good if I want to, but I could also be the worst pest ever. Besides that, I bet my army ass that they will change their minds in less than a month anyway.

It was an advantage for Skye that I still felt a small remaining effect of cocaine in my system; otherwise, I would guarantee nothing about the high society snob's security.

I unlocked the power locks of my Lamborghini, let myself in the car and Skye opened the front passenger door on the other side with the intention of getting in the passenger seat next to me.

Only a very short while ago, I was about to crush the skull of this milkboy to death, but once again he was lucky to have a guardian angel who had saved his worthless ass. This time in the form of Santiago.

Why was luck always with the wrong persons?!?

"You're gonna sit on the back seat!" I quickly stated and moved the passenger seat to the front before he could fulfill his purpose. Skye sitting beside me was the last thing I needed.

His still tear stained blue eyes looked down to me and gave me a questioning look.



"What... why?" He hesitated and didn't seem to get it.

"You are not my damn employer! If you pay me another 20 grand per month, you can get that privilege as well. In the meantime, you're gonna place your boney ass on the back seat! Got it?"

He nodded and complied without a discussion, which was untypical, but the more he would shut his fucking gob, the better! Nothing for me to care about.

He climbed in the car, pulled his silly lace handkerchief out of his pocket and unfolded it neatly before he sat down on the backseat.

I snorted scornfully before I placed the key into the ignition and started the engine.

This is going to be fun... I thought ironically to myself.

I put my sunglasses on again, pulled the car into gear and steered it towards the street without minding if it was the right direction or not, first, I had to take care of an urge of mine.

"This is not the right direction Blade..." The momma’s boy suddenly gesticulated upset out of the window.

"Of course not, I'm kidnapping you, to finally get rid of you!"

He looked at me scrutinizing for a moment. When I kept a straight face, his expression got nervous.

"You wouldn't do this Blade, would you?" His face was white with fear all of a sudden.

I chuckled to myself and didn't reply. He could believe what he fucking wanted about me, I didn't care.



He had deserved to be scared after stalking me until I couldn't get rid of him anymore. Oh yeah! If he was silent when he got scared, even better!

I drove to the nearest drive through, ordered a burger, fries and a Dr. Pepper. I parked the car in the parking lot to eat my dinner calmly. I had to spend "paid time" with this city slicker behind me, from now on; I had to satisfy my hunger first to not kill him during the rest of the car drive. Skye didn't seem to understand my actions again though. Perhaps he was just a brainbairded bimbo like my receptionist slut in my brothel.

"What are we doing here, Blade?"

"Making a pit stop," I declared chewing.

"But Taylor is waiting for us... You know...his wife died today."

"How come he even has a wife? It's hard to believe that he even noticed another person other than himself around him."

I didn't see the way he stared at me in disbelief after that.



"I'm sorry Blade, but I can't deal with this nonsense right now." He screwed up his nose and pulled a ridiculously expensive looking phone out of his handbag with a purple Hello Kitty sticker on the case. What a fucking sissy, I scoffed.

All of a sudden he considered himself too hoity toity to continue a conversation if it didn't match to his standards. It's always the same shit with these fucking high society snobs.

Burping, I threw the rest of my junk food aside and started the engine. Everything that might change my mood for the better was unreachable at the moment. So, I did what any normal person would, I turned the radio all the up and put the pedal to the metal. The engine roared loudly and I spun out of my parking space, causing my passenger to fly on the other side of the car. I calmly flipped the radio to one of my favorite tracks, the only song I could think of which would be appropriate and describe my current situation.

I sped down the road, turned the loudspeaker on to their limit and banged my head to the rhythm to drown out the hysterical cries of my passenger in his phone, probably to his Loverboy.

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down,
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round

Don't stop me...

I bellowed the song lyrics loudly, not listening to Skye's pathetic whining in the backseat anymore. I just needed to feel the animal thrill of freedom one last time before I went to prison.

Fuck, I could be a better fucking singer than my damn brother if I'd want to!

"Blade...  please slow down... you're scaring me. I don't wanna die yet..." were the first whining words I heard when the song came to the end. Skye was clutching the seatbelt in fear and looked as though he was going to throw up and then kill himself.

I've done a good job.

However, it was kind of ironic somehow. ‘Cause what he didn’t know was that I was already doing my job by stopping to eat something. As much as I liked feeling the effect of being high, I wasn't that stupid to risk my own life while driving on a highway in a cocaine haze! The food was necessary, sort of helping me to sober up and stay calmed.

Skye didn't need to know the reason of my actions though, it was much better to let him have not the best opinion about me, or whatever was necessary to keep him at distance. I didn't need to get worshiped by him even more.

When my time comes I was not afraid to die, but in case I have a way to choose, it will definitely not be in the company of someone like Skye.

A bureaucratic verbiage of plea's and apologizes went on and on from my own private Stalker. I sighed and turned the radio off again. I had wasted enough time messing around and who knows how much more the prissy little sissy could withstand before he would begin to wet himself and my seat covers.

"So where is the fucking castle from that over spoiled superstar?" I cut him off.

At least fate granted me a little bit of luck this time, he was still breathing hard but luckily stopped his squeals and handed Taylor's business card with shaking hands to me.

"In Pasadena."

I dropped the card the moment I read the address.

"Is that the correct address?"

"Yes...it is." Skye nodded his faggot head and gave me a confused glance.

What the fuck?

Our destination was the last address of our parental home.

I had sworn I would not let the past affect me but now I would get throw back again.

I clenched my hands around the steering wheel in an attempt to suppress my foaming up rage.

What would I give for another line of coke right now...

I took my fists and struck them so hard against the steering wheel that I almost felt like my fingers were broken for a second.

Someone or something just had to get clocked.

I just couldn't avoid it, my mind drifted back to my past again...

My family moved away from Tulsa when I was sixteen and Pasadena had been the last residence of our common home until their death six months later.

The only reason why we came from Oklahoma to California was Taylor. Oh yeah! The big fucking star of the family. Where else would he have better chances of becoming a famous superstar than living near Hollywood?!?

Now I was sure, I really was on the highway to hell.

I didn't get why Taylor lived in our old parental house again, what the hell was he doing there?!
The last time I had been there was almost a decade ago.

The army became a new home for me when I was sixteen, where I thankfully met Santiago. Without him, I wouldn't know where or who I was today. He was there for me when no one else was.

A few months after I joined the army, I came back for a visit, but all I found was an empty and forlorn house with a "For Sale" sign in the yard.

Our home, the place I knew didn't exist anymore. I had never come back to that house again.

I tried to shrug those useless memories off my mind. It was neither here or there. That place wasn't home for me anymore. It was nothing more than just another fucking working place.

Skye's annoying voice came from behind and brought me from one nightmare to the next.

"Hey Blade, this is a great drawing. Who is this?"

As I already knew that I wasn't from the lucky side of life, it was predictable either way that he would gnaw at my nerves again, so what the fuck else should I expect?!?

I glanced back to him for a second and saw him holding a piece of paper on which I had drawn a "Captain America" portrait a few days ago.



My backpack lay on the back seat next to him; some of my drawings had fallen out of the unzipped bag. So, he dared to snoop through my stuff which means he just gave me a new reason to cut him down to size.

I needed only a short glance through the windshield to check the traffic and make sure I could turn around to him for a few seconds.

"TAKE YOUR FUCKING FAGGOT FINGERS AWAY FROM MY STUFF!" I bellowed aggressively directly in the milkboy's face.

God, I would love nothing better than to cleave his head but unfortunately, I couldn't let go of the steering wheel.

It wasn't necessary though, he cringed and jumped up from his seat, obviously in shock. His head bumped against the car roof which caused me to give an evil smirk.

At least one good experience for today!

Clearly intimidated he put my drawing back with the others with one shaking hand and rubbed the back of his head with the other with a distorted expression.

I turned the rear view mirror in his direction so I would notice any further actions.

"Were you seriously asking who that is?"

My question to him was just a test to ascertain the truth, you could never be completely sure with high society snobs like him.

"Yes, is it a crime not to know...?" He asked, perplexed in his faggotated idiocy.

"Which world do you came from?!" I smiled skeptically, he was even a few years younger than me and he didn't recognize one of the most popular Marvel comic heroes!

"I guess I just grew up with different interests..." he shrugged clueless but his undertone of affectedness didn't escape my notice.

"Like tap dancing to Madonna songs?!?" I sneered. As it became a necessity to deal with this stupid dangler, nothing could stop me to grant myself at least a little bit of fun!

Sissy crossed his arms and pouted.

Can't blame me that I hit the nail right on the head.

He silenced for the rest of the car drive but it was only a cold comfort.

When we reached the familiar area of Pasadena, I began to feel uncomfortable, and it got even worse the closer we came to our destination.

I looked through the windshield and saw our old house at the end of the street.



Signs of commotion were already visible from afar, because a few police cars were parked in front of it.

I parked my Lamborghini on the other side of the street. We got out of the car and once again, I needed another moment to realize where the fuck I was all of a sudden.

Feeling the cold metal of my 45 caliber under the waist of my jeans, I stood there in front of my car, watching Skye hurrying across the street like a groupie that couldn't wait to see his false god again.



Oh damn, old man Santiago! If you only knew what you have done to me...

I made sure that my gun wasn't visible to anyone. I let out a heavy sigh before I made my way towards the house as well.

"Tell me more about that weirdo who has sent those "love Letters." I commanded Skye, purposefully distracting myself from more past memories.

"Well, we don't know much about the person, the sender signed the letters with the name 'Twink Twink' and tells Taylor that he's looking forward to seeing him again... and stuff like that. It's really creepy. I'm so glad that you're here from now on Blade..."

I sneered. Of course he was. Not only he found a bodyguard for Taylor, he also saw some kind of superhero in me and was drooling worse than my Rottweiler whenever he was around me. His fucking innocent air couldn't deceive me.

I was thinking how the milksop would look like pitchpoling down the stairs as he hurried the stairs up in front of me and contemplated to trip him up to end this pointless shit once for all. Unfortunately, he had already reached the front door and was using the doorbell with nervous impatience as if he was standing on a stairway to heaven.

In that moment, I wished that just another horny customer would open the door for me; at least I would know how to deal with him.

What the fuck was I doing here at all?!?

I needed a way to get the fuck out of here, everything in me refused to be here. What the hell could I do to get sent away forever this time?

We heard steps getting closer to the door and all of a sudden, a mischievous grin was dancing around my lips when a strange voice from inside asked,

"Who is there?"

"Twink Twink." I answered back shamelessly.

Skye widened his blue eyes in terror.

"Oh my god Blade, you're such a barbarian!" Horrified, he put his hand to his mouth.

"Thanks." I smirked, hoping my remark would fulfill the desired effect.

But in this case it didn't help me. His cultivated manners seemed to be forgotten as he began to rant and rave at me.

"Blade, this was really uncalled for. Now isn't the right moment for making jokes like that. You might frighten Taylor to death...!"

"Well, I hope so!" I replied undiscerning. I never wanted to come back here anyway.



Unfortunately, he didn't change his mind, because he began to plead for mercy against the door.

"Eagle Eye Honey, it's just us. Me and Blade. Please open the door, everything is fine..."

How many fucking Lover's did he even have...?!?

I probably wouldn't be able to describe my grimaced face while listening to his voice. Could I really face them every day? Skye and my self-centered, spoiled bitch of a brother?

Whatever! I thought to myself, this job wouldn't last long anyway.

The door of my past home got pulled open and there they were...

A grumpy looking police man and a ghost.


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Comments

[tondada.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm glad to get back to this little mystery!! :D

Poor, poor Skye. He reminds me so much of my Ash from GK. I love him and his bravery with Blade who is being a little prick to him right now. Blade has a soft spot for Skye whether he want so admit it or not. ;)

I should have known that Blade was the one behind "Twink, Twink" last chapter. So typical. haha

You went and picked my absolute favorite verse from one of my favorite AC/DC tracks. NOTHING beats some good AC/DC cranked up in the car while you're driving out some of your rage!! Love it!

Alright, can't wait to see how Blade and Taylor interact this time, especially now that we know Blade has had to revisit his childhood home. A sore spot for him indeed.

I loved the illustrations, as always! <3

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

thank you so much!! ♥♥

Yes poor Skye has to bear a lot currently, we will tell a little more about him in the following Chapter.

And I'm very happy you also loved the choice of the AC DC song that much, I can't agree more. :)

So glad you enjoy the story and thank you too for the compliments about our created pictures. ♥♥

Chapter 10 will be posted very soon. :)

[eleflowerpot.livejournal.com]

This was definitely worth waiting for!

I love the little looks into Blade's past. His treatment of Skye was harsh but understandable, I hope he learns to respect him as an employer in the future as he only wants what's best for Taylor.

The ending description of Taylor being a ghost was perfect. Oh, and the song choice was spot on! :)

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

thank you so much for your nice words!! ♥♥

Indeed Blade's treatment is harsh but understandable, I also see it that way.
We will see what the future holds and how Zaylor will find a way to each other. In the following Chapter we will reveal a little bit more about Skye.

Glad you liked the Chapter, thanks again for your amazing feedback! ♥♥

Chapter 10 will be posted in the following days. :-)

[zacgirl1.livejournal.com]

I know Zac is really angry because they're forcing him to work for Taylor, but poor Skie he doesn't deserve to be treated like that. I kinda wanted for Zac to turn around and leave...he has suffered enough and although I would love for him and Taylor to work things out, going back to his parents house doesn't seem like a good idea.


The Twink Twink joke was so cruel...bad bad Zac. Made me chuckled a little bit thou...bad bad me. Lol!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

thank you very much!! ♥♥

It will be a hard road for sure, Zac and Taylor are both in a completely different state of their lives, we will see what the future holds for them. :-)

I'm happy the joke could amuse you even though it was pretty cruel...hehe ;-)

Thanks again for your feedback, Chapter 10 is online now too. :-)

[jennifer-may.livejournal.com]

this was my favorite Chapter so far, Blade is so badass and I really like that!

watching Skye hurrying across the street like a groupie that couldn't wait to see his false god again.

this description is so perfect I love this line.

That Twink Twink joke was so mean LOL

[teamzaylor.livejournal.com]

thank you so much!!! ♥♥♥

we're happy to see that Blade has fans already and that you enjoy the story :)

Thanks again for your feedback! :)