This story is a fanfic that includes characters from The Blackdagger Brotherhood. This story is in no way used for monetary usage. **Strictly for Entertaiment only**
Synnister was birthed of Dhemonic and Tehriny and when she was of age she acknowledged her interest in being a warrior of the Brotherhood. Synn, all her family and friends called her very outgoing and strong. She was also very emotional and loving. Some said too emotional sometimes, but that was her mother’s blood. Synn was more of a fighter and trash talker from the beginning so when she approached her family and announced that Wrath had approved her request they were shocked but proud.
Dhemonic had been a part of the Brotherhood but after their last young Mhalice was birthed he made the choice to leave and live a long life with Tehriny. He wanted to watch his young grow and become great males and females. Tehriny was once a Chosen that fell in love with Dhemonic. She had also been the female that helped through his transition so she knew how much of a great warrior he would be. In a matter of weeks Dhemonic had fully bonded with Tehriny and they were granted the privilege to be mated by Wrath’s father and the Scribe Virgin. Dhemonic did not really approve Synn’s choice to train with other males but that was the price she had to pay to become a part of the fight for their race. Synn had supposed to have been mated to a male by the name of Allister. He was a male of worth and she just knew that they were going to live a great life together. But a full week before they were to be mated Allister was leaving his home to meet Synn, but he never got there. His body was found brutally beaten. There was evidence that lessers were the culprits behind his death. Synn never thought lessers would hit her life so close but they had and so she decided to do something about it. She vowed that his death would not be in vain. That was her number one reason for joining the fight.
Synnister stepped off the bus to a large castle-like home. With her duffle in tow she fell in line with the other trainees. She felt no intimidation even though out of the ten she was the only female in that class. All the males were so hyped and ready to fight. From Synn picked up they were more intimidated of her. They wanted to spar with her and she never backed down even when she was getting beat to shit she never backed down. Zsadist was always there asking her if she had had enough and every time she’d say no. Honestly, Phury, V and even the king would ask her if she’d had enough. It was like they were waiting for her to quit. Never. Never was she going to give them or the lessers that satisfaction. She would think of Allister and his face would always keep her going. She was not going to give up something she wanted. Something she had to have. Every night when she returned her body was so sore and she could have sworn that her spine was twisted like a silly straw. Out of all her siblings she was the only one to follow her father. She wanted it so bad she could taste it. Well, that and remnants of her blood from the previous sparring with one of the males.
As she sat on the sofa in her room and gazed into the fire Synnister’s father knocked on the door. She smiled because she knew it was him. He always made a stop to her after she was settled in for the night. He would ask her about her day. How she felt. He even gave her advice on how to approach her opponent. But never did he ask her to quit or if she wanted to quit and he’d be fine with it. He was just as eager for her to succeed because he had part of him still in the fight. In a way Synn thought that was his way of keeping a direct line to his past.
“Come in.” Synn said through her smile, and curled her legs up to her chest. Dhemonic entered with the same smile and the same contraband, loaded nachos. The smell was intoxicating.
“Hi dearest.” Dhemonic said as he walked over with the large tray of chips covered in sour cream, cheese, peppers and tomatoes. He stood six feet four inches and still maintained his warrior frame. His hair was an equal mixture of gray and black. It was so sweet when her mahmen would run her hands though it. Or when he was frustrated with one of them and he would run his hands through it. Skin? Completely smooth and golden, the same as Synn’s but she had more of her mother’s caramel tone. He had on brown linen pants and a navy cotton t-shirt. Letting out a deep breath Dhemonic sat down.
“So,” his voice was deep and raspy, “how fare my daughter?”
Synn smiled into her father’s green eyes. “I’m well. How is my father this pending day?” She props her head with her hand on the back of the sofa. “I see we’re eating nachos.”
With a grumbled laugh he sits up and takes the tray, placing it in his lap. “Yeah, always. Take one.”
He extends the tray to Synn and she takes a large tortilla, loaded with sour cream, cheese and jalapeños. Placing the chip into her mouth Synn groans from the hot and tangy taste. “Good.” She mumbles nodding, trying not to spill any from her mouth.
“Oh, well sure they are, I made them.” Dhemonic scoffed, leaned his head back and dropped two large chips into his mouth.
She knew the conversation was going to go where it always went. He would want to know if she was okay. Did she think that Allister would approve of her being a warrior? Does she feel right going forward with training? And did she need any pointers?
After the final crunch and swallow from her father Synn waited. “How was training? Did you use the maneuver I taught you?”
Synn chuckled and turned towards her father. “It went good. Sore more than ever. But I did try your tech and it worked.” Synn held her head up proudly with a smile, “Got him down in five seconds.”
Dhemonic laughed and slapped his knee. “I told you.” He shook his head still laughing, “The oldies never go out of style. They forget about the movements and techniques that got them to where they are now.” After cooling down from him poking fun he looked at Synn with a serious stare. And she knew the question was coming.
“So do you think that Allister would have been proud of you?”
“Huh?” Synn sat up with a wide-eyed glare of shock on her face. That was not the usual question. Damn, now she had to think. Would he have been proud? Nodding Synn answered confidently, “Yes, yes I think he would have been proud. I—I think he would have supported the fact that I wanted to protect our race from fading into the darkness with no light to bring it back.”
Dhemonic stared into the fire, with his eyes a bit glazed, “I think he would have been proud also. His family is proud of you. You know they ask of you when we meet them for dinner on our usual Thursday outing? Mhalee’ asked of you. She said that you did not call like you always do.” He broke his stare and glanced over at Synn squirming in her spot. “Are you distancing yourself for this training now?” Synn’s father’s voice was not harsh or even rough around the edges; he was truly interested in what she was feeling. “I do know that this can get a bit frustrating, especially in your case, you’re the only female in the class.” He huffed and crossed his large arms over his chest, “Which reminds me, do you think you should request moving to another class where there’s at least one more female?”
Synn shrugged her shoulders and pulled her terry robe closer to her neck. “I don’t call Mhalee’ like I usually do because I’m trying to put my time with Allister behind me. I can’t do that if I call his mom every other day. I…it still hurts you know? I still feel his love around me but that’s it. It’s not him and I have to close that part of my heart.”
Dhemonic nodded, “I know Synnie, but perhaps you could tell her that?” He winced at the advice, not knowing how his daughter would react. “I’m not saying that you have to keep Allister’s family at the forefront of your life but at least let them know that you’re trying to move on and live. Because that’s what Allister would have wanted.”
“I’ll call her. Tomorrow.” Synn moved over to her father and cuddled under his arm. “But tonight I’m too tired to do anything.”
Dhemonic hesitated his next question but he knew he had to ask. It was running through his head since the first day he watched her leave on the bus to the compound. He adored the fact that his daughter wanted to do something meaningful but he had to worry about her well being in a house full of males that were known for their sexual exploits. Especially one in particular. He knew about the brother’s trysts and how he used females to help himself. He waited till Synn was calm and breathing steady.
“So, have any of the trainees or brothers approached you? The un-mated ones of course.”
Synn heard the little growl low in her father’s throat and she smiled, “No, I’m not interested in that. Too soon.”
“Synn, you have to know males are not as easygoing when it comes to bonding. It’s hormones and they sometimes supersede your common sense. Bonding is biology but it is also so strong that the male will not be able to contain himself.”
She sat up and looked into her father’s eyes, “I think the brothers will remove me before that happens don’t you?” She made sure to catch his eyes so he could see her.
“I suppose you’re right but…all I’m saying is be careful. A bonded male is serious business. You just watch yourself kay?” Dhemonic made sure that his daughter saw him as well. “I’d hate to break out my daggers even though they’ve been begging to come out of my safe.”
Synn kissed her father’s cheek and grinned. He was always threatening those daggers around. “I’m sure they did dad. I’m sure they did.”
After another hour of talking about fighting and the history of lessers Dhemonic lifted his sleeping daughter into bed and realized A, she was heavy as shit but he could still carry her, he laughed at that and B, he knew that it would not be too long before one of those un-mated males bonded with her. He was waiting. That was for the most part why he talked to her at night. She was his little warrior and even though she was not his only daughter he was her most concern. The Scribe Virgin had told him and Tehriny so. She was too special for just any male. Allister would have been a great hellren to her. Even the Scribe Virgin had approved of that but he wondered if she knew more than she was letting on. Tucking Synnister into her bed he pulled her hair away from her toffee colored face and kissed her on the forehead.
“Love you my daughter.” He whispered.
Synn wriggled underneath the red duvet and smiled, “Love you too dad.” She whispered back.
Dhemonic took the empty tray from the table and closed the door behind him.
