Chapter Twenty One

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21. Gabriel’s breath exploded from his body with a whoosh as his wind was knocked out of him. He fought to get some air in his lungs as he sat up, cursing under his breath then out loud as soon as he had enough breath to do it. “Fuck. Rage!” He gasped out. “That was uncalled for.” Rage shrugged then leaned down offering Gabriel a hand up. “I told you to block me with your power, you are the one who tried to block me with your arm.” “So you put as much extra zap in that blast as you could.” Gabriel bitched but took Ra’gerious’s hand so the god could pull him up. “Yes I did, maybe next time you’ll listen to me, not try and do it your own way.” The deep belly laughter from the corner of the room made Gabriel turn. “Bite me T, I didn’t see you offering to help.” “Gabriel… Gabriel.” The man pulled a chair closer swung it around and lowered his large body down to straddle it. “You want Rage to teach you, then you have to learn. You are putting too little faith in your abilities, you’re trying to fight like a Mythos not a god.” “I am a Mythos, you tool.” Gabriel growled. T was used to Gabriel’s verbal abuse. T gave as good a Gabriel did and it had become habit for the two to bandy insults back and forth. “No dip-shit, you are a god.” T grinned flashing white teeth at Gabriel. He leaned forward putting his arms on the back of the chair his skin smooth and golden from bare shoulder to finger tips. “Look you have to think of it like this. ” He stood up, tugging the hem of the sleeveless leather vest he wore. “Even if you have a weapon in your hand.” He pulled a war hammer from the thick belt threaded through the loops of his jeans, and tossed it up as if testing its balance. The action was habitual, something he did every time he reached for the hammer. “Your power must extend into the weapon.” He moved like a cat to face Rage and flashing a boyish smile blew the layered blond bangs off of his face. “Come at me Rage.” Rage nodded then threw his hands forward his palms close together shooting a blast of energy a the other man. T swung the hammer around blocking the power easily. “See the hammer becomes a part of or an extension of my power. Now you give it a try.” T moved back to give Gabe some space. Gabriel moved in front of Rage and reached around to his lower back. He gripped the hilts of twin blades and unsheathed them in a downward motion swinging them around to the front. He nodded his head to show Rage that he was ready. Rage threw his hands forward again. Gabriel swung the blades in a circle slicing one over the other, and concentrated feeding his power through them. Rage had to duck as his own power came shooting back at him. “That’s it.” T smiled. “I’m thinking this training would have gone faster if you’d been around more Thor.” Rage straightened and smiled pleased that Gabriel was starting to get a grasp on his abilities. Thor snorted. “Damn skippy, not my fault you can’t teach worth a shit Rage.” Rage grinned taking the insult as it was meant – playful teasing. “Come Gabe, lets see how you do with both of us coming at you.” Thor reached up and pulled his long blond hair back into a cue so that it didn’t interfere with the fight. “When we’re done we can go get motherless on tequila shots then go get laid.” Rage shook his head it looked like Thor was never going to change. The god liked to party, and he liked company so Gabriel and Rage often got dragged with. “As long as I don’t have to drink the worm.” Gabriel grinned and circled Thor waiting for the first blow. “Ha! Forget the worm and try getting your ass laid this time.” Thor raised a brow and chuckled. “No thanks, I’ll leave the angry women to you.” Gabriel grinned. “What angry women? I leave them all smiling.” Thor feigned innocence, crossing his massive arms over his chest, with a lascivious smile. “Yeah, till the next time you run into one of them and you’ve forgotten her name.” Gabriel chuckled. Dante walked into the debriefing room and sank onto a chair near the front. Seth said nothing, but raised a brow and waited for the other two to take a seat. “So?” Seth crossed his arms over his chest and waited for their report. “We had to tail the guy.” Dante stretched and yawned. “Yeah, the main bad guy didn’t fetch the stuff he sent a messenger boy.” Marcus added. “So we followed him to his drop off point, here is the address.” Crimson stood and handed over a McDonalds napkin. “You don’t have a note book?” Seth felt a corner of his mouth tug up in a smile when he saw the stationary they’d used. “What? Dante was hungry and that works just as well.” Marcus raised a brow in defense of their ‘paper’. “What ever you say.” Seth smiled. “So? You followed the messenger.” “Yeah, we followed him to a house in one of the older parts of town.” Dante shifted on his chair. “The place is warded, but I should be able to get around the wards. I don’t think it’s their main headquarters though. It’s warded, but not that well warded.” Marcus put his New Rocks on the bench next to him stretching back. “Good, we need to keep an eye on the place anyway. I want to know who goes in and comes out, take a camera with you Dante, you’ve got first watch on the stake out. Crimson you can go with him, we’ll do it in pairs. We’ll watch the place, get an idea of what’s going on there and then go in for a closer look.” The men nodded their agreement. Dante sighed and got up. “Lets get a move on Crimson.” He jerked his head towards the door. Kyle walked into the room a frown on his face. “I’m glad you are guys are here. Darius mentioned something that has me a bit worried.” “And that is?” Seth asked. “Raven knows where the compound is, and she knows that Sorcha is here.” Kyle sat down in the chair, and leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “Crap!” Seth hissed. “I didn’t think of that.” He was not happy, he should have thought of it, it was his job to remember shit like that. “Where is Sorcha now?” “In her room throwing a sulk fit.” Kyle had to smile when he remembered her storming into her room in a huff because he and Darius were enjoying their fight. “But Darius is in a chair at her door, playing queen’s guard.” “Good.” Seth nodded. “I want someone with or near Sorcha at all times. Any suggestions? We have to keep Raven out of this compound. Damn I wish Gabe were back. He’d know what we could do.” “We could give Witch Corp. a call. They would be able to lay down some magic to block Raven from teleporting in here.” Marcus suggested. “Why didn’t I think of that?” Dante asked wide-eyed. “Oh now I remember, because they are a pain in the ass to work with, bunch of damn divas.” He grumbled. “Diva or not we’ll have to get one of them out here. I’m not risking loosing Sorcha.” Kyle’s voice held a note of fear that didn’t go unnoticed by the others. Seth nodded, he could see his brother was very attached to the Psy, and it had a lot more to it than her being the one feeding Kyle the energy to keep him corporeal. Seth was willing to bet just about anything that Sorcha and Kyle were a nexus and Selphie had suggested the same thing to him. He just wished that Kyle would test for it so they could know for sure. One of Seth’s pet peeves was not knowing something when the answer was in easy reach. “I can get you that number.” Bastien spoke from the doorway. “Bastien.” Seth grinned happy to see the werewolf. “How are you feeling?” “Back to normal thanks to all of you and Jesse’s miracle hands.” Bastien walked into the room and greeted the men, clasping forearms. “I know someone at Witch Corp. I’ve got her number.” He took out his cell phone and searched through the numbers. “Here we go.” He read out the number as Seth imputed it into his cell phone. “I actually came here to twist Ross’s arm. But Selph told me you were in here so I thought I’d come say hi first.” “Why do you want to twist my arm?” Ross asked from the doorway. “Sha! Perfect timing.” Dante chuckled. “Yeah you can thank Kyle and Darius, if they hadn’t decided to have a throw down in the hall-way I’d be in my room playing guitar.” “They did what?” Seth asked pinning his brother with a deadly stare. “Yeah, the thought they’d see who’d could beat the other in submission. Sorcha dragged them apart. Lifted them up like rag dolls then dropped them when they thought it was funny. She was not impressed.” “Nope, but I am.” Seth smiled, brownie points to Sorcha for shaking them up a bit. The he sobered and pinned Kyle with another deadly stare. “This stops Kyle. We’ve got enough people to fight without the Omega fighting between each other.” Kyle nodded but gave Ross a dirty look and accused him. “Tattle tale.” Ross just shrugged his shoulders and plopped down in his chair. “So Bastien, what did you want to twist my arm about?” “I’m opening a new club called Asgard. I got a new partner, and we thought it was time to open a club for the Mythos, of course that fact won’t be advertised. But it will be the case.” “Cool! New hang out zone.” Marcus grinned. “Yeah, and I wanted to ask you Ross, if Requiem will play opening night?” Ross looked at Bastien. “When is opening night?” The wolf grimaced. “Tomorrow night.” “Damn Bastien! You don’t give much warning do you?” Ross ran a hand though his hair in agitation. “Dude I would have asked sooner but you weren’t around, and the other guys in the band couldn’t have told me yes or no. You call the shots so you did it to yourself.” Ross gave Bastien a flat stare for that bit of warped logic. “How many sets?” “Just one dude. Four songs that’s all I’m asking, two from the new album and two of the older ones.” “Yeah okay, but you owe me.” “And me ‘cause now I have to take his ass off rotation for a day so he can get his shit sorted.” Seth growled at Bastien. The wolf just grinned and held up his hands in innocence. “Its for the greater good Seth.” “Yeah right and I’m a hell Imp. Okay, I’ve had enough of this, it’s late and my woman is waiting in bed for me. Dante, Crim get your asses in gear. Kyle make sure someone is watching Sorcha.” Seth gave out orders. “Remember photos Dante.” The wolf nodded. “Get moving!” Seth barked as they got up. Raven dropped back the cowl of her cloak and stared down her nose at Nespan, quiet a feat considering he towered a foot over her. “I will not become one of those.” She shifted her disgusted gaze to the capsules that housed the unconscious hive members. “You must, my lord demands it.” Nespan tried for patience, but he was fast loosing any he might have had. This Psy was nothing more than a spoiled brat who’d gotten her hands on the wrong book. Raven’s head snapped back to look at him, she raised her hand clenching at the air. Nespan suddenly found oxygen in short supply. He gasped and tugged at the invisible steal bands closing around his throat. “I would be careful if I were you, you think too loudly, not that I couldn’t burrow into your mind like the maggots that infest it.” Raven let go of his throat and even though she hadn’t touched him physically, she wiped her hand off on her purple robe as if she’d touched something dirty. “I will not become part of that…” she searched for the right word. “Abomination.” She pointed at the capsules again. “I am strong enough on my own I don’t need to borrow their power.” “Don’t underestimate the Walker Raven, I think you might come to regret it. Not only is she powerful she is guarded by the Omega.” Raven started laughing, the sound gave Nespan a bad case of cold chills. “Sorcha is nothing, a baby without real power, and what little she has I will take from her. I’ll do it without batting an eye. I’ve met the Omega, and frankly I don’t know why everyone get scared at the mention of the word. They are pussycats. Nothing to be scared off.” Nespan stared at the woman and was astounded by her shear arrogance. How could she possibly believe that she was a match for the Omega. Nespan knew that Sandamar one of the most powerful vampires had come of second best when pitted against the Omega. Yet here was this slip of a girl with stolen Psy powers and she thought she could take them on and win… Not just win, but win easily. This was not going to go well, and if Raven went down so would he. Nespan made up his mind to speak to the master. Something had to be done about this girl, and soon, before she could ruin all the hard work and planning Nespan had put into this plot.

Chapter Twenty One - word count 2347 - Download PDF

21.
      Gabriel’s breath exploded from his body with a whoosh as his wind was knocked out of him.  He fought to get some air in his lungs as he sat up, cursing under his breath then out loud as soon as he had enough breath to do it.
      “Fuck. Rage!”  He gasped out.  “That was uncalled for.”
      Rage shrugged then leaned down offering Gabriel a hand up.
      “I told you to block me with your power, you are the one who tried to block me with your arm.”
      “So you put as much extra zap in that blast as you could.”  Gabriel bitched but took Ra’gerious’s hand so the god could pull him up.
      “Yes I did, maybe next time you’ll listen to me, not try and do it your own way.”
      The deep belly laughter from the corner of the room made Gabriel turn.
      “Bite me T, I didn’t see you offering to help.”
      “Gabriel… Gabriel.”  The man pulled a chair closer swung it around and lowered his large body down to straddle it.  “You want Rage to teach you, then you have to learn. You are putting too little faith in your abilities, you’re trying to fight like a Mythos not a god.”
      “I am a Mythos, you tool.”  Gabriel growled.
      T was used to Gabriel’s verbal abuse.  T gave as good a Gabriel did and it had become habit for the two to bandy insults back and forth.
      “No dip-shit, you are a god.”  T grinned flashing white teeth at Gabriel.  He leaned forward putting his arms on the back of the chair his skin smooth and golden from bare shoulder to finger tips.  “Look you have to think of it like this. ”
      He stood up, tugging the hem of the sleeveless leather vest he wore.
      “Even if you have a weapon in your hand.”  He pulled a war hammer from the thick belt threaded through the loops of his jeans, and tossed it up as if testing its balance.  The action was habitual, something he did every time he reached for the hammer.
      “Your power must extend into the weapon.”  He moved like a cat to face Rage and flashing a boyish smile blew the layered blond bangs off of his face.
      “Come at me Rage.”
      Rage nodded then threw his hands forward his palms close together shooting a blast of energy a the other man.
      T swung the hammer around blocking the power easily.
      “See the hammer becomes a part of or an extension of my power.  Now you give it a try.”
      T moved back to give Gabe some space.  Gabriel moved in front of Rage and reached around to his lower back.  He gripped the hilts of twin blades and unsheathed them in a downward motion swinging them around to the front.  He nodded his head to show Rage that he was ready.
      Rage threw his hands forward again.  Gabriel swung the blades in a circle slicing one over the other, and concentrated feeding his power through them.
      Rage had to duck as his own power came shooting back at him.
      “That’s it.” T smiled.
      “I’m thinking this training would have gone faster if you’d been around more Thor.”
      Rage straightened and smiled pleased that Gabriel was starting to get a grasp on his abilities.
      Thor snorted. “Damn skippy, not my fault you can’t teach worth a shit Rage.”
      Rage grinned taking the insult as it was meant – playful teasing.
      “Come Gabe, lets see how you do with both of us coming at you.”  Thor reached up and pulled his long blond hair back into a cue so that it didn’t interfere with the fight.
      “When we’re done we can go get motherless on tequila shots then go get laid.”
      Rage shook his head it looked like Thor was never going to change.  The god liked to party, and he liked company so Gabriel and Rage often got dragged with.
      “As long as I don’t have to drink the worm.”  Gabriel grinned and circled Thor waiting for the first blow.
      “Ha!  Forget the worm and try getting your ass laid this time.”  Thor raised a brow and chuckled.
      “No thanks, I’ll leave the angry women to you.”  Gabriel grinned.
      “What angry women?  I leave them all smiling.”  Thor feigned innocence, crossing his massive arms over his chest, with a lascivious smile.
      “Yeah, till the next time you run into one of them and you’ve forgotten her name.”  Gabriel chuckled.

      Dante walked into the debriefing room and sank onto a chair near the front.
      Seth said nothing, but raised a brow and waited for the other two to take a seat.
      “So?”  Seth crossed his arms over his chest and waited for their report.
      “We had to tail the guy.” Dante stretched and yawned.
      “Yeah, the main bad guy didn’t fetch the stuff he sent a messenger boy.”  Marcus added.
      “So we followed him to his drop off point, here is the address.”  Crimson stood and handed over a McDonalds napkin.
      “You don’t have a note book?” Seth felt a corner of his mouth tug up in a smile when he saw the stationary they’d used.
      “What?  Dante was hungry and that works just as well.”  Marcus raised a brow in defense of their ‘paper’.
      “What ever you say.”  Seth smiled. “So?  You followed the messenger.”
      “Yeah, we followed him to a house in one of the older parts of town.”  Dante shifted on his chair.
      “The place is warded, but I should be able to get around the wards.  I don’t think it’s their main headquarters though.  It’s warded, but not that well warded.”  Marcus put his New Rocks on the bench next to him stretching back.
      “Good, we need to keep an eye on the place anyway.  I want to know who goes in and comes out, take a camera with you Dante, you’ve got first watch on the stake out.  Crimson you can go with him, we’ll do it in pairs.  We’ll watch the place, get an idea of what’s going on there and then go in for a closer look.”
      The men nodded their agreement.
      Dante sighed and got up.  “Lets get a move on Crimson.”  He jerked his head towards the door.
      Kyle walked into the room a frown on his face.  “I’m glad you are guys are here.  Darius mentioned something that has me a bit worried.”
      “And that is?”  Seth asked.
      “Raven knows where the compound is, and she knows that Sorcha is here.”
      Kyle sat down in the chair, and leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.
      “Crap!”  Seth hissed.  “I didn’t think of that.”  He was not happy, he should have thought of it, it was his job to remember shit like that.
      “Where is Sorcha now?”
      “In her room throwing a sulk fit.”  Kyle had to smile when he remembered her storming into her room in a huff because he and Darius were enjoying their fight.
      “But Darius is in a chair at her door, playing queen’s guard.”
      “Good.”  Seth nodded.  “I want someone with or near Sorcha at all times.  Any suggestions?  We have to keep Raven out of this compound.  Damn I wish Gabe were back.  He’d know what we could do.”
      “We could give Witch Corp. a call.  They would be able to lay down some magic to block Raven from teleporting in here.”  Marcus suggested.
      “Why didn’t I think of that?” Dante asked wide-eyed. “Oh now I remember, because they are a pain in the ass to work with, bunch of damn divas.”  He grumbled.
      “Diva or not we’ll have to get one of them out here.  I’m not risking loosing Sorcha.”  Kyle’s voice held a note of fear that didn’t go unnoticed by the others.
      Seth nodded, he could see his brother was very attached to the Psy, and it had a lot more to it than her being the one feeding Kyle the energy to keep him corporeal.
      Seth was willing to bet just about anything that Sorcha and Kyle were a nexus and Selphie had suggested the same thing to him.  He just wished that Kyle would test for it so they could know for sure.  One of Seth’s pet peeves was not knowing something when the answer was in easy reach.
      “I can get you that number.”  Bastien spoke from the doorway.
      “Bastien.”  Seth grinned happy to see the werewolf.  “How are you feeling?”
      “Back to normal thanks to all of you and Jesse’s miracle hands.”  Bastien walked into the room and greeted the men, clasping forearms.
      “I know someone at Witch Corp.  I’ve got her number.”  He took out his cell phone and searched through the numbers.  “Here we go.”  He read out the number as Seth imputed it into his cell phone.
      “I actually came here to twist Ross’s arm.  But Selph told me you were in here so I thought I’d come say hi first.”
      “Why do you want to twist my arm?”  Ross asked from the doorway.
      “Sha!  Perfect timing.”  Dante chuckled.
      “Yeah you can thank Kyle and Darius, if they hadn’t decided to have a throw down in the hall-way I’d be in my room playing guitar.”
      “They did what?”  Seth asked pinning his brother with a deadly stare.
      “Yeah, the thought they’d see who’d could beat the other in submission.  Sorcha dragged them apart.  Lifted them up like rag dolls then dropped them when they thought it was funny.  She was not impressed.”
      “Nope, but I am.”  Seth smiled, brownie points to Sorcha for shaking them up a bit. The he sobered and pinned Kyle with another deadly stare.
      “This stops Kyle.  We’ve got enough people to fight without the Omega fighting between each other.”
      Kyle nodded but gave Ross a dirty look and accused him. “Tattle tale.”
      Ross just shrugged his shoulders and plopped down in his chair.  “So Bastien, what did you want to twist my arm about?”
      “I’m opening a new club called Asgard.  I got a new partner, and we thought it was time to open a club for the Mythos, of course that fact won’t be advertised.  But it will be the case.”
      “Cool!  New hang out zone.”  Marcus grinned.
      “Yeah, and I wanted to ask you Ross, if Requiem will play opening night?”
      Ross looked at Bastien.  “When is opening night?”
      The wolf grimaced.   “Tomorrow night.”
      “Damn Bastien!  You don’t give much warning do you?”  Ross ran a hand though his hair in agitation.
      “Dude I would have asked sooner but you weren’t around, and the other guys in the band couldn’t have told me yes or no.  You call the shots so you did it to yourself.”
      Ross gave Bastien a flat stare for that bit of warped logic.  “How many sets?”
      “Just one dude.  Four songs that’s all I’m asking, two from the new album and two of the older ones.”
      “Yeah okay, but you owe me.”
      “And me ‘cause now I have to take his ass off rotation for a day so he can get his shit sorted.”  Seth growled at Bastien.
      The wolf just grinned and held up his hands in innocence.  “Its for the greater good Seth.”
      “Yeah right and I’m a hell Imp.  Okay, I’ve had enough of this, it’s late and my woman is waiting in bed for me.  Dante, Crim get your asses in gear.  Kyle make sure someone is watching Sorcha.”  Seth gave out orders.  “Remember photos Dante.”
      The wolf nodded.
      “Get moving!”  Seth barked as they got up.

      Raven dropped back the cowl of her cloak and stared down her nose at Nespan, quiet a feat considering he towered a foot over her.
      “I will not become one of those.”  She shifted her disgusted gaze to the capsules that housed the unconscious hive members.
      “You must, my lord demands it.”  Nespan tried for patience, but he was fast loosing any he might have had.  This Psy was nothing more than a spoiled brat who’d gotten her hands on the wrong book.
      Raven’s head snapped back to look at him, she raised her hand clenching at the air.  Nespan suddenly found oxygen in short supply.  He gasped and tugged at the invisible steal bands closing around his throat.
      “I would be careful if I were you, you think too loudly, not that I couldn’t burrow into your mind like the maggots that infest it.”  Raven let go of his throat and even though she hadn’t touched him physically, she wiped her hand off on her purple robe as if she’d touched something dirty.
      “I will not become part of that…” she searched for the right word.  “Abomination.”  She pointed at the capsules again.  “I am strong enough on my own I don’t need to borrow their power.”
      “Don’t underestimate the Walker Raven, I think you might come to regret it.  Not only is she powerful she is guarded by the Omega.”
      Raven started laughing, the sound gave Nespan a bad case of cold chills.
      “Sorcha is nothing, a baby without real power, and what little she has I will take from her.  I’ll do it without batting an eye.  I’ve met the Omega, and frankly I don’t know why everyone get scared at the mention of the word.  They are pussycats.  Nothing to be scared off.”
      Nespan stared at the woman and was astounded by her shear arrogance.  How could she possibly believe that she was a match for the Omega.  Nespan knew that Sandamar one of the most powerful vampires had come of second best when pitted against the Omega.  Yet here was this slip of a girl with stolen Psy powers and she thought she could take them on and win…  Not just win, but win easily.  This was not going to go well, and if Raven went down so would he.  Nespan made up his mind to speak to the master.  Something had to be done about this girl, and soon, before she could ruin all the hard work and planning Nespan had put into this plot.

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