Chapter Thirteen - word count 2329 - Download PDF
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      Darius stood his palms pressed against the black tiles of the shower his head bent under the nuclear heat of the spraying water.  He wanted to burn out all the dark shit his head was filled with.  When was he going to get over the pissed off stage of his grieving?  The way it was going… Never.  
      Namara had made a choice, she’d chosen to give Gabriel the power, and she’d chosen to leave Darius behind.  If he didn’t get over this soon he was going to do something stupid.  At this point the term death wish had a warm and fuzzy feel for him.  
      Darius had spent the past months hiding from everyone and everything.  Sitting in a dark room trying to wade through the emotional fall out of being rejected.  There was no euphemism that could make that word any easier to deal with.  Namara had rejected him plain and straight.  Self-sacrifice – he’d raise his middle finger to self-sacrifice.  
      “Fuck it.” He muttered and tipped his head back letting the water poor over his face, reveling in the burn.  
      Seth’s visit had put a stop to the hiding, so now Darius had to man up – face the world and lay his ghosts, the ones waiting for him at home at any rate.  The ones Namara caused, well those would have to keep on haunting him.  
      
      Seth looked around the debriefing room.  Ross was lounging in his usual chair, Dante taking the one next to him.  Drew sat near where Seth was standing.  Marcus and Darius shared a bench, and Sorcha and Kyle were on the other.  Damn they were going to run out of room here soon.  It still amazed him how the Omega had grown.  There had been four left after Kyle had died, now there were eight.  The number was still small but what was surprising was how quickly it had increased.  In the last month they’d gained four Omega, Seth suspected they weren’t done adding to the number yet.  
      He’d pulled the white board to the head of the room, it was covered in his angular writing, scheduling the patrols.  He was turning to it when the door opened.  Crimson stuck his head in, the cascade of his hair falling forward.  
      “Sorry to interrupt Seth, but someone said you were looking for volunteers to patrol?”  
      Seth was amazed, Crimson never left the dungeon unless he could help it.  His effect on women was too intense.  
      “Yeah I am, but Crim, are you sure you want to volunteer?”  
      Crimson stepped into the room, he wore a pair of camouflage cargo pants, and a tight forest green tee shirt, his feet planted in his usual shit-kicker boots.  The green of the shirt made the bright blood color of his hair that much more striking as it flowed over his shoulders and down his back in perfect straightness.  
      Drew heard Sorcha gasp, and snapped her head away from the stunning picture Crim made to see the Psy rising from her chair and moving towards the Incubus.
      “Oh no.” she muttered.  “Sorcha wait…”
      Kyle felt the air move as Sorcha moved past him and jumped up.  He was between Sorcha and the Incubus in a heartbeat.  “Wait Sorcha, don’t… its not…”  He was so flustered he didn’t think to say the word Incubus.  
      Kyle like all the mythos at the compound knew that the sex spell of an Incubus could be broken by saying the word out loud, but only for a mythos, humans would still be under the geis, but he was so agitated he didn’t think to say it. All Kyle saw was Sorcha moving towards Crimson with unadulterated passion in her eyes.  
      The look froze him for a second, he could imagine her laying on her back her hair in wild disarray around her, one arm up resting on the pillow above her head.  That look of pure sensuality all over her face as she stared up at him her eyes begging him to take her.  
      Then Sorcha pushed past him, Kyle shook his head to get the image out his mind and danced around Sorcha to get in front of her again.
      “Sorcha!”  He yelled.
      She ignored Kyle intent on getting to Crimson.  The mythos in the room were so absorbed with the little drama unfolding no one thought to break the geis.
      Kyle did the only thing he could think to do, he have to kill Crimson.  He spun and grabbed the demon by the throat shoving him up against the wall.
      “Kyle!” Seth barked at his brother.
      “I don’t care.”  Kyle bit out.  
      “Oh for god sake In…” Ross started but Drew beat him to it.
      “Incubus Incubus Incubus.”  She said the words in one breath, rushing through them in her anxiousness to break the spell Crimson had unintentionally placed on Sorcha.  
      Crimson burst out laughing, despite the choking hold Kyle had on his throat, and peered at Drew over Kyle’s head.  A smile dancing on his lips.  “I’m not Beetlejuice.”  
      Sorcha stopped dead coming out of the geis.  Then gasped as she realized she’d been about to clime all over a stranger.  
      “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” She apologized to Crimson.  “Kyle. Damn it, put him down.”  
      “Kyle.  Outside.  Now.”  Seth snapped at his brother.  
      Kyle looked over his shoulder at Sorcha, her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.  Shit that was partly his fault.  Kyle loosened his grip on the Incubus, allowing Crimson’s feet to touch the floor again as he let go.  
      “My bad, sorry dude.”  
      Crimson rubbed his throat with long tapered fingers and smiled at Kyle.
      “Not a problem Kyle, I’ve had worse reactions to the geis, and Sorcha,”  He looked past Kyle at the mortified Psy.  “not your fault at all, so don’t feel bad.  It happens a lot, that’s why I rather hide out in the dungeon,” he flashed her a beautiful smile.  “just wish one of you would have thought to say Incubus sooner, you know it doesn’t work when I say it.”  He grumped playfully at the rest of the group.
      “Kyle outside.”  Seth repeated as he walked past Crimson and out the door.  “Have a seat Crim, I’ll be back now to add you to the patrol assignments.”  
      Kyle followed his brother looking sheepish and pulled the door closed behind himself.
      “What the hell Kyle?” Seth said then gawked in amazement as Kyle walked past him further down the corridor.  
      Kyle looked over his shoulder.  “A room full of Lycos Seth, I’m not having this discussion where they can hear it.”  
      Seth raised his hands and rolled his eyes heavenward begging for patience but followed his brother to the living room.  
      “Okay, they can’t hear us, what the hell is up with you?  I know you’re jonzing for Sorcha but gees Kyle, that’s Crimson you wanted to take out back there.”
      Kyle slumped down into an armchair and sunk his head into his hands, and mumbled despondently. “She’s a virgin.”  
      “Damn you nearly stra… What?”  Seth paused mid-rant to stare at his brother.
      Kyle expelled a breath and looked up at his brother.
      “Sorcha is a virgin, and I can’t have her – crap – she doesn’t want me as a ghost.  Don’t blame her.  Who’d want to loose it to a corpse.”  
      “You’re a spirit not a zombie you moron.”  Seth rolled his eyes.  
      “Prick” Kyle grinned.
      “Bitch.”  Seth countered.
      “Asshole.”
      “Stop. This isn’t getting us anywhere.”  Seth laughed, he’d missed this type of banter.  They’d done it their whole lives.
      “What do I do Seth?”  
      “Fuck me. I don’t know.”  Seth shook his head.  
      “No thanks I don’t want to piss Drew off.”  Kyle grinned at his brother again.  
      Seth picked up a cup that had been left on the coffee table and threw it at Kyle.  It didn’t hit, Kyle grabbed it out the air and put it down.  
      “Seriously I don’t know what to do.  I want her so much, but its more than the usual have some fun and move on, I want to do the right thing Seth, but I’m scared shitless that I don’t know what the right thing is.”  Kyle got up and started pacing next to his brother.  “I want my damn body back.”  
      “Is that possible?”  Seth was stunned he hadn’t even thought of it.  
      “Yeah, Gabriel hinted that it had been the plan when I died, but he has to learn how.  Where is that angel anyway?”
      Seth shrugged.  “Jess wouldn’t say, only that Gabe’s going to be gone for a while.”  
      “Crap!”  
      “Look don’t hit me but some of the shit that’s going down here is making me think this could be a Nexus.”  
      Kyle’s stopped and spun to face Seth.  
      “You think so?”  The though made him want to jump up and down and whoop with joy.
      Seth shrugged.  “Test it.”  
      “No.”  Kyle couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t tie Sorcha to a ghost.  He didn’t care if she was a phenomenal walker, she deserved better than a spirit.  Shit he wasn’t even fleshy.  Even if he was corporeal, he couldn’t give her kids or a life.  Kyle suddenly knew what the right thing was… the right thing was to leave Sorcha alone so she could find a proper mate.  
      “What do you mean ‘No’?” Seth asked completely amazed.  
      “Just what I said, I’m not testing for a Nexus.”  Kyle turned and walked out the room.  
      
      When Kyle walked back into the debriefing room he went to stand at the back, his arms crossed over his chest.  He was going to leave Sorcha alone, no, he wasn’t, he couldn’t leave her alone, it would kill him, he would protect her and make sure she was okay, but he wasn’t going to force her to be his.  He listened numbly as Seth came into the room and started handing out assignments.  Feeling like his world had crashed down around him.  
      “… book plane tickets to South Africa.” Seth was saying
      “Why?  I can teleport who ever needs to go there and it would be much faster.”  Sorcha interrupted Seth.  
      “You could do that?  Across that distance?”  
      “Yes, it shouldn’t be a problem as long as I have coordinateness.”
      “Fantastic, now we just need to work out who is going.  Darius and Sorcha obviously.”  
      “Where Sorcha goes I go.”  Kyle said quietly from his spot at the back of the room.
      Seth didn’t argue.  “Kyle is going to.”  
      “I’d like to go, I’ve never been to South Africa.”  
      “Don’t you have an album that’s getting released in the next couple of days?”  Seth knew Ross was trying to get out of the publicity that was part of a CD release.  
      Ross snorted.  “Please!” he drew out the word.  “I don’t do publicity and the company knows it.  The rest of Requiem can deal with it.”
      That was a surprise, Sorcha knew of the band and loved their music.  If she understood right Ross was part of the group.  She did a little mental wow-ing before turning her attention back to Seth.  
      “Okay, so its Darius, Sorcha, Ross and Kyle.  That makes it easier for me to sort out the patrols.  I’m going to have to stay here, Jesse has enough to deal with without the patrols. And I want to find out what the weird creatures are all about.  Sorcha, when will you be ready to teleport?”  
      “I just need to go to Haven, Netta has asked me to come see her, and you don’t tell Netta no.”  
      Seth nodded.  “Fine, just let us know when your ready.  Now, lets get down to the business of the patrols.”  
      
      Sorcha materialized in Netta’s office.  “I have returned to you oh great Psy leader.”  She joked as she pulled out the chair to sit down in front of Netta.  
      “Have you now?”  Netta looked up from her paper work and smiled.  She noticed Sorcha wasn’t wearing her wrist guard.  “So they know?”
      Sorcha followed the path of the other woman’s gaze.  “You knew didn’t you?”  
      “Yes.”  Netta said quietly.  
      “So tell me what can I offer the Omega.  I’m not a fighter, I wouldn’t know one end of a blade from the other.”  
      Netta raised an eyebrow.
      “Okay that’s an exaggeration, but you know what I mean.”  
      “Do you have the power of telekinesis?”
      “You know I do Netta.”
      “So you cant throw your enemies miles distance, or throw things at your enemies.  You couldn’t levitate your team out of dangers path?”  
      “I didn’t think of that.”  Sorcha mumbled.
      “No you didn’t, use your imagination Sorcha, you have a lot to offer the Omega.  Not the least of which are your newly awakened Walker powers.”  
      Sorcha gasped.  “I didn’t tell you, how did you know about that?”  
      “Ask him.” Netta tilted her chin to indicate someone standing behind Sorcha.
      Sorcha turned in her chair, Kyle was leaning against the wood of the door.
      “Kyle, how did you…”
      “He can follow your essence.” Netta interrupted Sorcha.  “Kyle please have a seat.”  She smiled at the lycos.  
      “You fed power into Kyle?”  Netta asked Sorcha when Kyle smiled and sat down.  
      “Yes I did how did you know?”  
      “I’m not a Walker, yet I can see Kyle.  I’m sure I could touch him too.  Only Walker power could do that for a spirit.”  
      “How long will it last?”  Kyle asked, his deep voice reverberating in the small office.
      “As long as you are around Sorcha you will continue to siphon her power, and therefore continue to be corporeal, the process she began with feeding you power can not be stopped.”  
      Sorcha smiled happy that she could make Kyle more than a ghost.  
      “Do not celebrate so quickly Sorcha.  If for some reason Kyle should take too much of that power, you will not be able to sustain your own life.”  
      “I could kill Sorcha?” Kyle stood up the chair tumbling over behind him.  
      The Psy elder nodded.
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