Lab Rats Ethan Novels & Stories

“That they’re your pets.” Ethan’s expression completely broke. “I…” He blinked hard. “I don’t even know what a hybrid wolf-dog is.” “Uh… it’s a dog mixed with a wolf?” “We don’t have pets here.” Now I was confused again. “…Then why did Logan tell me you did?” “That,” Ethan said carefully, “is an excellent question.” I crossed my arms. “So he is on drugs.” Ethan barked out a laugh. “No. Logan’s not on drugs.”

Because Ethan was already smiling like he knew he had struck something raw. “Victor always said you were the most expensive child he ever lost,” Ethan said. “Do you know how much people would have paid for what was in your blood?” The world narrowed. Elena could hear her own heartbeat. Could feel Mira’s frightened breathing against her neck. Could feel Adrian beside her like a line drawn in steel. And then Ethan made his final mistake. He looked at Mira. “Put the little test rat down,” he said. “She’s not worth dying over.”

Ethan looked up from the tablet he had been reading. “Testing,” he said, with the ease of someone answering a question they find neither difficult nor particularly interesting. “Before the ritual, I need to know how your blood interacts with the range of vampires I’m working with. Different ages, different alterations, different baseline compositions.” He looked back at the tablet. “Your blood is not uniform in its effects. I need to map the range before I commit to the ritual quantities.” “You’re experimenting on them,” I said. “I’m being thorough,” he said. “There’s a difference.”

She opens her mouth to retort when the bell rings and she unnecessarily widens her eyes before she turns to the mirror at lightning speed then leaps to the door. And I hear several squealing and smooching voices while I try not to gag. When they go on for about minutes with no intention of stopping, I can't help myself, "Get past my door already, I'm hardly interested in a live demonstration of how rodents colonize!" I hear snickers before I see them, clung together like chewed chewing gum to sienna, is Ethan. He's Latin American with a sweet Bronze complexion and a dozen piercing and ugly tattoos. He's smiling sickly with his teeth on display, "Darling Ree, you sound awfully jelly~ I know a

Lan said sarcastically. Both men stood so close to each other that they swallowed the other’s air when he opened his mouth to talk. Lan’s breath reeked of lime and salt, while Ethan’s breath smelt of ale. The motherfucker must have taken some shots before coming over to see Lan. “Don’t be ridiculous, Lan. You are less of a man by being a snitch for a living, and I would be damned to let myself be caught doing that with you, even if I was drugged,” Ethan said, not sparing Lan at all.

Levi was correct. Ethan was being slowly poisoned. When Levi reached to see Ethan, he was curled on the floor as he rolled in pain. Ethan was drenched in sweat while he looked incredibly pale. He was groaning in pain but his eyes were closed – he didn’t even have the energy to open them – not even when Levi tapped on his cheeks. His white shirt was clinging to his skin. His hair was all wet from sweat. Levi wrinkled his nose when he entered the room. It smelled like vomit and sweat. Ethan has been living in his filth and pain the entire day. No one came to rescue him, apart from Levi.

He gestured toward a chair. Ethan's heart hammered in his chest, but he remained standing, unwilling to yield even an inch. "You must have found out what the pills are made of. Is it worse than I originally expected?" he asked, his concern evident. Ethan clenched his fists at his sides, his muscles twitching with tension. Brian nodded slowly. "I have, and it is," he confirmed. "They were made from the flesh and bones of Lycans and werewolves."

"You should try it sometimes." "What's racking about your nerves?" Liam suddenly wanted to know. What could Ethan be thinking about to need weed for a tranquilizer? "Well, nothing much," Ethan said, the brown smoke pushing out of his mouth and nostrils. "Just a lil unsteady stuff here and there. You know." "I don't know." Liam immersed his head in the water, and stayed underneath. Above him, Ethan's figure danced to the rhythm of the waves.

Ethan called out, dramatically pushing the door like he was entering a movie set. Robert followed right behind him, giving me a sheepish smile as he held up two large iced coffees. “We come bearing caffeine.” “Ethan! Robert!” I laughed, genuinely surprised. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?” “Class?” Ethan gasped, clutching his chest. “Far greater things are learned in a lab than a classroom! We’re here for the practical experience.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s very flattering, but I’m fairly sure you’re enrolled in a veterinary program, not nutrition science.”

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***