Chapter Sixteen

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16. They sat around the dining room table talking as they ate a large breakfast of bacon eggs and toast. Kyle had seated himself next to Sorcha and Slade one side of the table and Gemma had made sure she got the seat between Ross and Darius on the other side. Ross was not pleased, ever so often the sleeve of her cardigan would brush against the bare skin of his arm, and he’d have to suppress a shiver, if this kept up much longer he was going to have to leave breakfast and go hide in his room. Sorcha frowned at Kyle as he leaned over her for the tenth time and took a breath. “What exactly are you doing Kyle?” She frowned at him. “That coffee smells so good.” He looked like a puppy that had its meal taken away from him. Sorcha looked down at the cup of coffee she had her hands wrapped around. “Does it?” She got a twinkle in her eye, then waved the cup under his nose. He breathed in deep, savoring the aroma. “Hmm, I so want some of that.” “Too bad.” Sorcha chuckled and took the last gulp of coffee. “Sorcha!” Kyle gasped. “You wound me.” he clutched at his heart theatrically. Tugging at the material of the black button down shirt Sorcha had insisted he manifest before she would teleport them. “That was just mean!” Ross and Darius laughed. “You deserve it.” Ross had to grin at Kyle’s antics. “you’ve been teasing everyone non stop since you got back.” Kyle shrugged then grinned obviously planning something devious. “I could still taste coffee.” Sorcha fell for the plan. “Oh and how?” Kyle dropped an arm behind her back, grabbed her chin with his free hand as he tipped her back and kissed her. She tasted of sweetness and heavenly coffee and he had no intention of letting her up. It was about time he got another kiss. Then Kyle remembered Seth’s words. “Don’t hit me but I think this could be a nexus.” Kyle broke the kiss, hiding his frustration behind a dimple flashing grin as he lifted Sorcha up to sit straight again. “See I told you I could still get to taste some coffee.” “That was not funny Kyle.” Sorcha blushed, embarrassed that everyone had witnessed her utter lack of will power, Kyle had ended the kiss, she would merrily had him carry on forever in front of a thousand people. Ross took pity on the Walker. “How about we get down to business.” “Yeah.” Darius took out the crumpled piece of paper that Murdock had photostatted for them. “We need some of this Slade.” Slade reached forward and took the page from Dar. He scowled as he read it. “I’ve had a Irish guy from the states making me nuts with phone calls begging me to sell him some of this herb.” “Yes we know, we are getting it for him, we need it to lay a trap for some creatures that have been kidnapping Psy.” Darius explained. “Are you sure you want to take it Darius, this stuff is potent, it could make even a powerful Walker putty in someone’s hands.” “Oww now I want me some of that!” Kyle chuckled, only to get swatted with a napkin by Sorcha. “You couldn’t subdue me with all the drugs in the world.” She told Kyle then answered Slade. “Yes we are sure. My people are being taken one by one, and this is our only lead to finding them.” Slade nodded his head understanding. “Alright then if you want it, I’ll get it for you. I’m going to warn you, we’ll have to fight to get it.” Marcus flashed Crimson a grin, as he pulled the Porsche into a reserved parking space outside of Fiends, and cut the engine. “Common Crim, you all dressed up in that get-up, no one’s gonna get mojoed by you.” Crimson rolled his eyes and raised the hood of the cloak hiding his face in deep shadow. “It’s still risky to go in there Marcus.” He said in his deep smooth voice. “I’ll protect you, I’ll gladly take care of any women be-spelled by you Crimson.” Dante teased from the back seat of the Porsche. Crimson snorted. “Fine we can go in, but if the shit hits the fan, you both are going to explain to Seth why you felt you had to stop in at Fiends.” “Oh I’ll handle Seth.” Marcus grinned. They got out of the car, Crimson stopping to make sure none of his face was visible. Sometimes it was a royal pain in the ass to be an Incubus, well, at least since he’d decided to come over from the dark side. As if reading his mind, Marcus gave him a look then quipped in a raspy hissing voice. “Luke… I am your father.” “Oh shut up.” Crimson hid the grin he wore in the shadows of his cowl. Dante led the way, eager to get into Fiends and what ever mission he was on for the night. They moved past the alley and something made Marcus turn. “Hold up. Have a look in there.” The other men stopped and peered into the depths of the alley. “So that’s what they look like.” Crimson hissed. In the deepest recesses of the alley were six of the creatures the others had encountered before. The were in a tight circle around something or someone that was keening in terror. Dante breathed in deeply scenting the air, and hissed out his breath. “That’s a human male and he is terrified. I’m not going into this fight with just claws.” Dante stepped into the alley behind a dumpster. “Crim put that cloak one side when things get hairy I will to.” “Lets get it on!” Marcus flicked his hands loading his claws and followed Dante down the alley. Crimson unclasped the cloak and tossed it behind the dumpster, he reached into the small of his back and pulled out his baby, a Desert Eagle 44, so beautifully chromed that it gleamed in the pale light from the streetlights, he pulled back the slide checking to make sure he had a bullet in the chamber and followed after the Omega. Marcus was shocked at what he saw when he got closer. One of the creatures had the normal bent backwards, that sickly yellow glow coming out the cowl of its robe was pulsing over the human’s face as if it was sucking, while the others stood around it in perfect silence. “Hey Creepies, we hate to ruin you’re fun – awe hell, who am I kidding. We love to rune your fun, let the normal go like good little bad guys and we might take it easy on you.” Dante told the creatures As one the creatures turned towards the Omega and hissed. “Where is the Walker?” “Which Walker?” Dante asked in wide eye innocence. “What are you?” “You mean besides the things that give me the hebbie jebies?” Marcus asked Dante. “Yeah besides that.” Crimson had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the banter between the Omega. “We are the Hive, we are the Collective.” “Well, which one is it?” Marcus asked. “I think its both dude.” Dante grinned “Gees pick a name already.” The Omega bantered but they were moving into position blocking off the exit of the alley and flowing into the comfortable stances that would give them the most launching power. “So are you going to let the normal go or what?” Marcus asked. The Hive member holding the human pushed the man away, he crumbled against the wall. “See now, that wasn’t nice, you could have put your food down nicely, didn’t anyone ever teach you table manners?” Marcus grinned then attacked flying at the first of the Hive with his claws slashing. Dante transformed into his wolf form, a massive gray timber wolf and jumped straight at the Hive creature closest to him. Crimson sighted down the barrel of the .44, took aim and fired, the blast from the weapon set the creature flying back it robes flapping in the torrent of air. Crimson cursed when the mother got right up again, he took again and fired. They must have been causing some damage because the Hive members were vanishing one by one. The one that had been feeding on the normal hissed words and the air shimmered as other creatures appeared. Monsters from the depths of hell. “Fuck – we do not want those demons loose on the streets.” Crimson cursed. “Take out as many out as you can.” He tucked the eagle back in the waistband of his cargo pants and closed his eyes. “Crimson what the fuck are you doing, this isn’t the time to mediate.” Marcus yelled as he saw Crimson raise his palms and breath in deeply. Marcus dogged a blow from a nasty looking demon and slashed up with his claws ripping the creatures leg from knee to groin, they were seriously out numbered, and it was only a matter of time before the unearthly screeches the demons were making caught the attention of normals in the club. He wanted to yell at Crimson again but he didn’t get a chance. Marcus gapped as Crimson burst into blood red flame, there was no orange or yellow in the flames. They were shades of red darkening to black. The Omega absently backhanded a demon as he watched Crimson wade into them. A wave of fear ran through the demons as they saw Crimson. “The Flame Lord.” They gasped and scurried backwards trying to escape him, as Crim casually reached out to touch demon after demon, his face behind the flames that covered him serene, with every touch the demon would disintegrate into little piles of dust at his feet. Before long the demons were gone and the Hive members had fled. Marcus turned to Crimson and the incubus closed his eyes and doused his flame. “Holly Fuck Crim! What was that?” Dante transformed back to human form, not worried that he was standing there bare ass naked. “I ditto that question. What the holly hell?” A half smile hovered around Crimson’s mouth. “What? You thought I was just a pretty face?” He turned and walked out the alley his warm laughter reverberating on the brick walls. “What do you mean we have to fight to get it, it’s on your territory?” Darius asked his cousin. “Ja it is, but there is one problem, Hendrik went rogue, and he’s hiding out up there with a group of sycophants. So to get to the herb we need to get past his people. That’s one weed I’ve been meaning to tug out, so I’m all for the fight. Just as long as you all know there will be a fight.” “Omega never shy from a fight.” Kyle grinned. Slade’s eyes widened, and he turned his gaze to Darius. “So that’s why you could never come home.” Darius gripped his coffee cup and nodded, not trusting his voice not to crack if he answered verbally. The pride was his, he was the heir, the prince of the pride, the lion that was supposed to be alpha, but he’d left as soon as he was old enough to. He hadn’t wanted the responsibility of the pride so Slade took over, becoming alpha lion. “Omega?” Gemma asked frowning. “You don’t know who the Omega are?” Darius asked his sister. “Hello.” She smiled drawing out the word. “I grew up in the Karroo kilometers away from other Mythos.” Darius remembered Slade telling him on the phone, and also saying the only reason Gemma had come to the pride was because their mother had died, fading from a broken heart. He had no pity for the woman who abandoned him to his cruel father. “The Omega are warriors.” Ross was amazed when he started speaking, he hadn’t meant to, but he wanted her eyes on him. “we hunt the rogues and put out fires. When someone needs fighting done they call the Omega.” “Yeah, if they believe we exist.” Kyle smiled. “So you are all Omega?” Gemma asked looking around the people at the table. “Yeah.” Darius confirmed. “Good, then I know we’ll get rid of my rogue problem. Eat up everyone, lets pounce in the daylight when Hendrik will least expect it.” Slade smiled.

Chapter Sixteen - word count 2075 - Download PDF

16.
      They sat around the dining room table talking as they ate a large breakfast of bacon eggs and toast.  Kyle had seated himself next to Sorcha and Slade one side of the table and Gemma had made sure she got the seat between Ross and Darius on the other side.  Ross was not pleased, ever so often the sleeve of her cardigan would brush against the bare skin of his arm, and he’d have to suppress a shiver, if this kept up much longer he was going to have to leave breakfast and go hide in his room.
      Sorcha frowned at Kyle as he leaned over her for the tenth time and took a breath.
      “What exactly are you doing Kyle?”  She frowned at him.
      “That coffee smells so good.”  He looked like a puppy that had its meal taken away from him.
      Sorcha looked down at the cup of coffee she had her hands wrapped around.
      “Does it?”  She got a twinkle in her eye, then waved the cup under his nose.
      He breathed in deep, savoring the aroma.
      “Hmm, I so want some of that.”
      “Too bad.”  Sorcha chuckled and took the last gulp of coffee.
      “Sorcha!” Kyle gasped.  “You wound me.” he clutched at his heart theatrically.  Tugging at the material of the black button down shirt Sorcha had insisted he manifest before she would teleport them.  “That was just mean!”
      Ross and Darius laughed.  “You deserve it.”  Ross had to grin at Kyle’s antics.  “you’ve been teasing everyone non stop since you got back.”
      Kyle shrugged then grinned obviously planning something devious.  “I could still taste coffee.”
      Sorcha fell for the plan.  “Oh and how?”
      Kyle dropped an arm behind her back, grabbed her chin with his free hand as he tipped her back and kissed her.  She tasted of sweetness and heavenly coffee and he had no intention of letting her up.  It was about time he got another kiss.  Then Kyle remembered Seth’s words.  “Don’t hit me but I think this could be a nexus.”
      Kyle broke the kiss, hiding his frustration behind a dimple flashing grin as he lifted Sorcha up to sit straight again.
      “See I told you I could still get to taste some coffee.”
      “That was not funny Kyle.”  Sorcha blushed, embarrassed that everyone had witnessed her utter lack of will power, Kyle had ended the kiss, she would merrily had him carry on forever in front of a thousand people.
      Ross took pity on the Walker.  “How about we get down to business.”
      “Yeah.”  Darius took out the crumpled piece of paper that Murdock had photostatted for them.
      “We need some of this Slade.”
      Slade reached forward and took the page from Dar.  He scowled as he read it.
      “I’ve had a Irish guy from the states making me nuts with phone calls begging me to sell him some of this herb.”
      “Yes we know, we are getting it for him, we need it to lay a trap for some creatures that have been kidnapping Psy.”  Darius explained.
      “Are you sure you want to take it Darius, this stuff is potent, it could make even a powerful Walker putty in someone’s hands.”
      “Oww now I want me some of that!”  Kyle chuckled, only to get swatted with a napkin by Sorcha.
      “You couldn’t subdue me with all the drugs in the world.”  She told Kyle then answered Slade.  “Yes we are sure.  My people are being taken one by one, and this is our only lead to finding them.”
      Slade nodded his head understanding.  “Alright then if you want it, I’ll get it for you.  I’m going to warn you, we’ll have to fight to get it.”

      Marcus flashed Crimson a grin, as he pulled the Porsche into a reserved parking space outside of Fiends, and cut the engine.
      “Common Crim, you all dressed up in that get-up, no one’s gonna get mojoed by you.”
      Crimson rolled his eyes and raised the hood of the cloak hiding his face in deep shadow.  “It’s still risky to go in there Marcus.” He said in his deep smooth voice.
      “I’ll protect you, I’ll gladly take care of any women be-spelled by you Crimson.”  Dante teased from the back seat of the Porsche.
      Crimson snorted. “Fine we can go in, but if the shit hits the fan, you both are going to explain to Seth why you felt you had to stop in at Fiends.”
      “Oh I’ll handle Seth.”  Marcus grinned.
      They got out of the car, Crimson stopping to make sure none of his face was visible.  Sometimes it was a royal pain in the ass to be an Incubus, well, at least since he’d decided to come over from the dark side.  As if reading his mind, Marcus gave him a look then quipped in a raspy hissing voice.  “Luke… I am your father.”
      “Oh shut up.”  Crimson hid the grin he wore in the shadows of his cowl.
      Dante led the way, eager to get into Fiends and what ever mission he was on for the night.  They moved past the alley and something made Marcus turn.
      “Hold up.  Have a look in there.”
      The other men stopped and peered into the depths of the alley.
      “So that’s what they look like.”  Crimson hissed.  In the deepest recesses of the alley were six of the creatures the others had encountered before.  The were in a tight circle around something or someone that was keening in terror.
      Dante breathed in deeply scenting the air, and hissed out his breath.  “That’s a human male and he is terrified.  I’m not going into this fight with just claws.”
      Dante stepped into the alley behind a dumpster.  “Crim put that cloak one side when things get hairy I will to.”
      “Lets get it on!”  Marcus flicked his hands loading his claws and followed Dante down the alley.  Crimson unclasped the cloak and tossed it behind the dumpster, he reached into the small of his back and pulled out his baby, a Desert Eagle 44, so beautifully chromed that it gleamed in the pale light from the streetlights, he pulled back the slide checking to make sure he had a bullet in the chamber and followed after the Omega.
      Marcus was shocked at what he saw when he got closer.  One of the creatures had the normal bent backwards, that sickly yellow glow coming out the cowl of its robe was pulsing over the human’s face as if it was sucking, while the others stood around it in perfect silence.
      “Hey Creepies, we hate to ruin you’re fun – awe hell, who am I kidding.  We love to rune your fun, let the normal go like good little bad guys and we might take it easy on you.” Dante told the creatures
      As one the creatures turned towards the Omega and hissed.  “Where is the Walker?”
      “Which Walker?”  Dante asked in wide eye innocence.  “What are you?”
      “You mean besides the things that give me the hebbie jebies?”  Marcus asked Dante.
      “Yeah besides that.”
      Crimson had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the banter between the Omega.
      “We are the Hive, we are the Collective.”
      “Well, which one is it?” Marcus asked.
      “I think its both dude.”  Dante grinned
      “Gees pick a name already.”
      The Omega bantered but they were moving into position blocking off the exit of the alley and flowing into the comfortable stances that would give them the most launching power.
      “So are you going to let the normal go or what?”  Marcus asked.
      The Hive member holding the human pushed the man away, he crumbled against the wall.
      “See now, that wasn’t nice, you could have put your food down nicely, didn’t anyone ever teach you table manners?”  Marcus grinned then attacked flying at the first of the Hive with his claws slashing.  Dante transformed into his wolf form, a massive gray timber wolf and jumped straight at the Hive creature closest to him.
      Crimson sighted down the barrel of the .44, took aim and fired, the blast from the weapon set the creature flying back it robes flapping in the torrent of air.  Crimson cursed when the mother got right up again, he took again and fired.  They must have been causing some damage because the Hive members were vanishing one by one.  The one that had been feeding on the normal hissed words and the air shimmered as other creatures appeared.  Monsters from the depths of hell.
      “Fuck – we do not want those demons loose on the streets.” Crimson cursed.  “Take out as many out as you can.”
      He tucked the eagle back in the waistband of his cargo pants and closed his eyes.
      “Crimson what the fuck are you doing, this isn’t the time to mediate.”   Marcus yelled as he saw Crimson raise his palms and breath in deeply.  Marcus dogged a blow from a nasty looking demon and slashed up with his claws ripping the creatures leg from knee to groin, they were seriously out numbered, and it was only a matter of time before the unearthly screeches the demons were making caught the attention of normals in the club.  He wanted to yell at Crimson again but he didn’t get a chance.  Marcus gapped as Crimson burst into blood red flame, there was no orange or yellow in the flames.  They were shades of red darkening to black.  The Omega absently backhanded a demon as he watched Crimson wade into them.  A wave of fear ran through the demons as they saw Crimson.
      “The Flame Lord.”  They gasped and scurried backwards trying to escape him, as Crim casually reached out to touch demon after demon, his face behind the flames that covered him serene, with every touch the demon would disintegrate into little piles of dust at his feet.  Before long the demons were gone and the Hive members had fled.
      Marcus turned to Crimson and the incubus closed his eyes and doused his flame.
      “Holly Fuck Crim!  What was that?”
      Dante transformed back to human form, not worried that he was standing there bare ass naked.  “I ditto that question.  What the holly hell?”
      A half smile hovered around Crimson’s mouth.  “What?  You thought I was just a pretty face?”  He turned and walked out the alley his warm laughter reverberating on the brick walls.

      “What do you mean we have to fight to get it, it’s on your territory?”  Darius asked his cousin.
      “Ja it is, but there is one problem, Hendrik went rogue, and he’s hiding out up there with a group of sycophants.  So to get to the herb we need to get past his people.  That’s one weed I’ve been meaning to tug out, so I’m all for the fight.  Just as long as you all know there will be a fight.”
      “Omega never shy from a fight.” Kyle grinned.
      Slade’s eyes widened, and he turned his gaze to Darius.  “So that’s why you could never come home.”
      Darius gripped his coffee cup and nodded, not trusting his voice not to crack if he answered verbally.  The pride was his, he was the heir, the prince of the pride, the lion that was supposed to be alpha, but he’d left as soon as he was old enough to.  He hadn’t wanted the responsibility of the pride so Slade took over, becoming alpha lion.
      “Omega?”  Gemma asked frowning.
      “You don’t know who the Omega are?”  Darius asked his sister.
      “Hello.”  She smiled drawing out the word.  “I grew up in the Karroo kilometers away from other Mythos.”
      Darius remembered Slade telling him on the phone, and also saying the only reason Gemma had come to the pride was because their mother had died, fading from a broken heart.  He had no pity for the woman who abandoned him to his cruel father.
      “The Omega are warriors.”  Ross was amazed when he started speaking, he hadn’t meant to, but he wanted her eyes on him.  “we hunt the rogues and put out fires.  When someone needs fighting done they call the Omega.”
      “Yeah, if they believe we exist.”  Kyle smiled.
      “So you are all Omega?”  Gemma asked looking around the people at the table.
      “Yeah.”  Darius confirmed.
      “Good, then I know we’ll get rid of my rogue problem.  Eat up everyone, lets pounce in the daylight when Hendrik will least expect it.”  Slade smiled.

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