The next few weeks I spent trying to recover from the shock of suddenly being ripped out of hell for a second time and dropped back into the life that I'd once known. Only this time I didn't fall back to where I'd been killed like the first time I'd been brought back. I was back at the beginning, back in Ireland. It was strange being back here, but the woman who took me in and not to mention Lilly made it easier. I was the one who needed taking care of, but I felt strangely protective over Mary so I stayed with her for several more days after Lilly offered to take me back to the hotel where she was staying.
I knew I couldn't stay indefinately, so once I knew I was feeling better I thanked her for letting me stay with her and for bringing me back to her place the first time then I left. The last thing she needed was a vampire who'd just come back from hell lounging out on her couch for any longer. So, I went back with Lilly. It was the easier choice anyway considering Mary didn't know what I was and that serving me pancakes and bacon weren't going to get my strength back.
Doyle's sister. Not only was she his sister, but she had the visions. Visions of events that happened during my lifetime. I felt connected to her in a way I didn't really understand, but then again didn't question. I was grateful for the connection to this world because without it I probably wouldn't have been able to get used to this life as easily. Buffy had been there the first time and now I had Lilly, the sister of my once best friend. Buffy. I thought about her often, but sometimes wouldn't let myself. The wondering and all the questions I had, but had no way of getting any answers. Was she alive? Still working with the newly formed Watchers' Council? There was no way to get in contact with her or anyone else and I had no idea what that meant for me. Why was I here? All of my past friends were dead and I had no idea about Buffy and the others. Lilly had the visions just like Doyle had, so was that the only reason I'd been brought back? To help her like I had him?
The question about Buffy was answered soon enough after a few weeks when Lilly had another vision. There were no wounds from the vision this time, but when she told me what she saw I didn't believe her at first. She described a blonde, powerful, and doing dark magics. It had to be someone else though right? Buffy wouldn't.. she couldn't be evil. There was a part of me that just was grateful I knew she was alive. I knew where she was now, but.. evil. We had to find her.
It was easy enough to get an overnight flight from Ireland to England. I'd been to London in my past and always had hated it. Now I hated it for the reasons we were going. Buffy was evil. I'd already made up my mind that I wouldn't kill her, but we had to find her. I had to see her. Once we arrived in London, I was able to get a listing for her and realized that Buffy wasn't the only one here. No, everyone was here. Faith, Buffy, Willow, Dawn, everyone.
I might've been out of practice, but finding my way into a building undetected wasn't hard to pick back up on again. There was security at the front gates, so walking through the front door and demanding I see Buffy wasn't an option. We made our way around back and soon enough, we reached the side of the house and slipped in through an open window. I could hear voices, but there was a strong pull coming from one of the rooms down the hallway. Keeping Lilly behind me, we walked quietly then suddenly a brunette came out of a room and with that familiar waltz came walking towards us. Holy fuck.
It had officially been weeks since Buffy had first showed up on my door step and changed my life indefinitely. Needless to say, I wasn't impressed with dad after that. We'd had far too many discussions after that (dad and myself) and most of them focused on the fact that he had hidden this whole life from me. For what he thought was the better. But obviously it was just the better for him. He didn't like that I was continuing to see my sister either, which really wasn't his decision anymore. He lost that when he kept something so entirely huge from me like this. Things had been... worse when I found out the real reason Buffy was here. Why me. Why she had been there to see me when she didn't know who I was. Vampires, please. And a legend about being a girl in the world destined to fight them. I had given Buffy a look like she had eaten crazy sauce. Maybe she had. But there was something that stopped me from cutting her off entirely and maybe that was potential. Knocking on Buffy's hotel room door, I let out a hard breath.Buffy:
So the whole thing with my dad had been crazy. He'd convinced me to have dinner with him one night and he politely asked me not to see Devon again. I pretty much told him to shove it and that he hadn't been my father in years so it was no skin off my back that from now on, he wasn't my father. And if Devon wanted to see me then she could. Of course I wasn't so sure she'd want to after I told her what I needed to. Most girls didn't take it too well that they were slayers, sure there were exceptions but rarely did they ever hug you and thank you for changing their whole lives, with Devon it was two-fold. I hadn't told anyone anything and I'd been avoiding calling Faith back, she was freaking out but I figured if it was important enough she'd tell me what the fuck what going on in a voice mail. This was just something I needed to do. The knock on my hotel door interrupted my thoughts and I got up to open it. I pretty much only had one visitor so I wasn't all that surprised to see Devon. "Hey," I said opening the door wider for her to come in.Devon:
"Hi," I said, stuffing my hands in my pockets. I felt for lint at the bottom of them for a distraction. I hated having all these intense conversations and being in the moment of them. I didn't want to be in the moment and feel the changes of my life. I just couldn't. Slipping inside, I memorized the walls instead. There were the options Buffy had presented and right now they were really appealing, but I didn't believe. I wish I could feel even the least bit sorry for not opening up, but I wasn't. "I want to see a vampire. I mean, you've told me about it and there's all these books, but... I think it would be different to see one."Buffy:
"You want me to take you on patrol?" I ask a little confused. That was definitely a first. Not that I was the one who usually did this sort of thing but as far as I knew Willow never took people to patrol. Usually she did some handy magic and that was pretty convincing, but I was not all Wicca Buffy. I was just slayer Buffy. I swear every time I talk to Devon I'm more and more convinced that the freak flag that I fly is completely genetic. I sigh finally and head towards my bag, at least I never leave home without a full set of weapons. I grabbed a couple of stakes, a cross and a bottle of holy water, walking back towards her I handed her a stake, the cross and the holy water. "You'll need these."( love sure made him braveCollapse )
I fucking hate taxi's but there just wasn't time to wait in the airport for a rental car. There wasn't time to calm the storm inside me, Helena was alive. She was alive and it was like there was going to be nothing left of me by the time that we got to the makeshift colony she'd made for herself. I'd been shattered when I was told she was gone, like the only good piece left of me was just gone. Blown away in the end of another fire that decimated everything I'd known.
Helena was my everything and since I'd lost her I'd picked up the pieces of my broken life and gone on. Feeling like half a person - lycan - god.
We mate for life and she was it for me. The women that had graced my bed through the years since then had meant nothing. They were used to sate a carnal instinct to fuck and feed and there wasn't anyone in my life that even came close to meaning as much to me as she had - except for Laurel. What Laurel and I had was something else all together; she was my best friend and she'd never found her mate and she'd never truly be able to understand what Helena had meant to me.
She'd been ansty ever since I'd gotten off the phone and demanded that we drop everything and head to England. She put up a little bit of a fight but really I didn't care, it was a fight I won. Laurel might not like it but she'd do anything for me and this was something I was doing with or without her and I think she recognized that.
I growled at the driver, "If you don't get me to that house in one fucking piece I swear I will rip out your throat."
I heard a huff from Laurel next to me and rolled my eyes. She was being a bit of a princess about the fucking shopping trip I'd thwarted to come here.
Honestly, I knew I was being distant to her. I couldn't even really beging to explain what was going on inside. We weren't even sure that my intel was accurate, for all I knew it was just another fuck up in a line of fuck ups. But to think that I'd been lied to, again about something like this was eating me up inside.
I kept wondering if she thought I'd just left her, wondering how I could explain the years away, the way I'd lived. I'd changed since I'd last seen Helena, deep down I was still the same man but I'm different. I've let bitterness in, let loss overshadow me and I don't mind the person I've become. I hate humans, I can't stand to smell their flith and watch as they walk around as though they aren't on the bottom of the foodchain. Polluting our world, thinking they are kings of the world. I can't wait to watch them bow down before us.
I want Helena to be a part of that. She's mine, she always has been and she always will be.
I don't really have much doubts about her coming with us, getting behind the plan to find the moon dancer. She always did like that crisp feeling of power that she'd expereinced as an Alpha's mate, as an alpha herself. The only problem I saw was Laurel. Our situation was different, alpha's who were not mated was rare, but that's exactly what we were.
Then again we were singular, the first generation of lycans.
I got out of the taxi with Laurel behind me, most of our shit was back at the hotel we'd checked into. The house was dark and I could smell a litter of different lycan's and werewolves around us. There were too many to completely decipher Helena's but there was that familiar feeling in my gut.
I knocked and waited.
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The wheels bump hard on the tarmac, the plane jolting us a little too hard, X’s hand covering mine quickly to keep me in my seat. Nothing, I’d rather do than jump up in my seat, make my way to the pilot’s cabin and eviscerate him right there.
It was all I could to keep from trembling in anger, or panic, and X wasn’t helping at all, and with each passing minute, everything I knew was changing, everything I’d trusted and my life was spiralling toward something else, and I hated change almost as much as I hated humans. I needed a good fuck, and to tear something apart – anything, and I was ready.
I admit to being a bitch, an evil manipulating self-centred bitch, in everything except to when it came to X, he was the only one who could get to me, make me do something other than what I’d wanted to do.
It all started out rather simply, my clowning around to put him in a better mood. Ready to shop in Egypt, we were in fucking Paris and X was being all broody, but then that was X, Mr. Brooder. The call came, one call and he drops all of our plans changes everything, and I was pissed. This plane ride wasn’t helping matters, or the fact that I hadn’t had sex or a good kill in too many days to count.
My plan was to shop, maim, kill gorge ourselves to bursting, then go to America. Spend the holidays in New York, and while there we’d meet with the elders of the pack and see what had developed about the mythical girl we’d been chasing. One call and all of that had changed, and I wasn’t happy at all.
It was unlike X to change my plans and to make demands, but he had, in fact it was more of an order, we were going to England. He was visible shaken from the call, and characteristically silent about things, but this, whatever it was, he should have told me, and then when he did – I wasn’t prepared.
Helena, the love of his life, she was alive and in England, at least that’s what his sources reported. Granted, neither of us would believe it until we saw her, but once again my best friend had been lied to, about someone else he’d loved, the someone he’d chosen as his mate.
X and Laurel, that’s how it had been forever, what is forever in the lifetime of an immortal? Best friends, fuck buddies on occasion, we were the prophesied two, but the love was platonic, we weren’t the wolf that did it for the other, but over the years, we’d come to rely on each other we were family, all we had and all we trusted.
Wolves mate for lives, and she was whom he’d wanted. There wasn’t room for a third-wheel and that is what I would be if this rumour was true. How can you not want your best friend to be happy? I’d never been in love, never understood how he felt about her.
Terror spread through my body, as the plane taxied toward the gate, moving us to something different. Whatever we had was about to change, and my body was racked with so many emotions, I just need to kill something … anything.
Stoic he sat there a million miles away, his mind with her, and I wanted to hug him and say I was so glad, and I was, inside I was crying for what I was losing, for what I’d never had.
It was the first time I’d ever experience envy, I wasn’t human and I didn’t have many human emotions, funny I was realizing how many of them I really did have.