SWNOVELS Chapter 87: You!
Leyanne sighs heavily, her expression grim, walks around me and gets into the car without hesitation, her temper pulled thin,
leaving me standing on the roadside flexing my hands and trying to stop my claws coming out. I can feel my eyes burning with
fury, and know they’re probably glowing as red as lava with how mad I am in this second, my anger and instinctual aggression
peeking out because I’m standing four feet from the enemy and everything in me is screaming ‘kill it’. I can barely suppress the
anxiety, the hatred and yet I know deep down I need to follow her.
“Hurry up, pet. I’ve not got all day.” Leyanne’s voice coos from inside, a slight thawing of her icy tone in what I guess is a bid to
try and cool my jets and I swallow my fury, snort at the standing guard, throwing him a nasty glare, almost tasting the urge to
strike him down but yet throw caution to the wind. She said they weren’t a threat, and that she’ll still help us...I shouldn’t believe
her, but I can’t help thinking of the fact she warned me I wouldn’t like this arrival, last night. I grin my teeth, shake my head at
how stupid this is as I climb inside the dark interior of the vehicle and give stinking vampire freak a wide berth. I have more
questions than apprehension and knowing I need to be braver if we’re going to help our pack, means I lay my suspicion aside
and trust that the fates wouldn’t lead me here to this for no reason. I jump when the door is snapped shut behind me, the interior
so dark that I’m momentarily blind before my nocturnal vision kicks in and almost fall onto my seat as I clutch the cold leather
and edge myself to sit down.
The inner car is spacious, unlit, and my vision starts to adjust properly just before Leyanne lights it up with a glowing ball in the
center of her palm. I blink, flinching painfully at the sudden white light she just dazzled me with and snort again, showing my
displeasure with her for all of this.
“Not all of us have night vision goggles you know, Darrius. The sun doesn’t hurt you so why are we sat in a dark box? Are you
allergic to interior lighting?”
Wait, what? The heavy sarcasm holds a hint of warmth, and her voice pulls me to blink rapidly and look towards the person she’s
addressing, sitting opposite us. I only now see him that she’s drawn him to me and I freeze in utter terror as I realize the scent
that’s still offending my nostrils isn’t just from the driver at the door, but the foreboding figure opposite.
I can smell him, much like the other one, this too is a vampire and I know for a fact the sun DOES hurt them. It’s why we are
safer in daylight. Confusion causes me to furrow my brow, wrinkle my nose and cast Leyanne a look as if to say ‘are you
kidding?’ surely she has more knowledge that that about these pale, ugly creatures.
“Old habits, Miss Cruden.... I dwell in the dark, I’m not used to being around in the day due to the nature of my profession.” The
muscular shadowy figure leans forward, still clouded in shadow, somehow shielded from Leyanne’s light with a heavy dark coat
that has the oversized hood pulled up so only the lower half of his face can be seen. Carved masculine lips, clean shaven, and
those white pointy teeth that are impossible to hide are hinting out over the outer edges of his lower lip, although this one has a
square jawline, and his pallor doesn’t seem as lifeless as the ones I have come up against. His skin almost looks humanly
colored, and warm, as though his teeth are fake and he’s not really what he smells like.
I’m met with a husky heavily accented voice, in a body that screams of strength and power. He’s in a tailored set of dark clothes,
his outer jacket is leather and long on that tall body, , almost like a suit, with dark crimson lining peeking out and adding a hint of
opulence. I’m surprised to be able to feel body heat emanating his way and not the cold iciness we have encountered when we
fight his kind. In fact, if I didn’t smell him, see his fangs with my own eyes, I would be doubting what he is at all. He’s one of
them, only he seems different and carries the same kind of dark and intense aura as Leyanne.
“You’re not exactly giving her reason to relax with the hood? Sinister and mysterious are not always the way to make new
friends, Darrius.” Leyanne points out, ironically, given she was wearing one when we met her last night. The vampire pauses...
seems to ponder it for a moment and then with a slight tilt of his head and a raised arm, he pulls back his hood slowly to reveal a
handsome, definitely masculine face, under dark brows and a head of modern styled black hair, but I freeze as he blinks blood
red, glowing eyes, my way that makes my breath catch in my throat and I choke. Startled with the intensity of their light in this
dark space as they almost glow like crimson candles in the pitch black of night.
“And that reaction is somehow better?” He asks her drily, seemingly amused at my instant shock and unimpressed at the same
time. Vampires that we’ve been up against never had the same color of eyes as me. He’s the first I have ever seen, and it throws
me off kilter completely, gawping his way and blinking like an imbecilic.
“I figured it would be a familiarity rather than a shock, wee pet. Surely you of all wolves can’t be afraid of red eyes?” She
chuckles, mocking me in that sing song way she has of talking, leaning out to pat my hand with hers, somewhat reassuringly and
then leans back in her seat with a smile. I glance from her to him and back again, ignoring the fact that he’s actually pretty hot for
a vamp man, something we NEVER see, and yet his eyes make him look like the devil. I am at a loss for words. Caught in silent
awe, staring at this hunky, devil eyed creature before me, as he gazes right back, no expression at all, and his focus makes me
tremble under the intensity of his gaze. It’s like he’s staring right through me and yet, I have no sense of danger at all form this
thirty something year old person. No alarm bells or kill switches and I realize; I have completely forgotten that his kind are
someone I should never sit in a car with and have normal chit chat.
“Well, this is her. The one I told you about last night. Alora..... she’s her child. Survived all this time, a hidden wee gem that time
forgot.” Leyanne doesn’t waste time in getting up to task and I flutter my eyes to her and back to him, my heart beating through
my chest, nerves fraught, panic hitching because I’m in over my head, trying to get a read on the situation. Leyanne seems
relaxed and comfortable, but that means nothing to me. I still don’t know if we can trust her and him, he’s isn’t moving or doing
anything that tells me I should run, in fact, he isn’t phased at all by a wolf being in his car. He seems bored!
“How can you be sure? There have been rumors before that never came to fruition. Varro won’t listen if there’s no certainty.” he
states openly as if I’m not even here and just addresses her directly. I try to decipher his strange accent; his English is clear and
well-spoken but that overlying way he rolls his words is almost Russian, transatlantic for sure, maybe. It’s light, almost not there,
American hints, but in some words it’s heavy and pronounced. I’m not sure where to place his origin and it might explain why
he’s nothing like the vampires in Arizona. Maybe they have races, much like the humans do, like wolves have colors, and up until
now we have seen the ugliest, scrawniest, whitest, and lowest of the gene pool of his kind. He’s definitely nothing like what we
know of them at all. This one is strong, built, sinister and seems to be extremely poised and graceful, with an intelligent
expression on that almost model like rugged face.
“Really? How can I be sure? You’re asking me? Come on Darrius, you know better than to question my skill and knowledge in
anything important. Look at her eyes... she’s also white when she turns wolf. Her mother was called Marina and her family died
on the battlefield at the hands of the Santo pack. Sound familiar? We don’t get many coincidences in these lands.” Leyanne
leans towards him stiffly, a rise of her attitude that he would question her, and I curl back into the corner and try to pull apart the
words she just said. Not knowing how to feel about what she’s telling him or why it’s important. My head confused and overactive
with the sudden surge of possibilities.
“Hmmmm” he growls it under his breath, and I try my hardest to sit upright and keep all my internal reactions down. My wolf is
fighting me to leap out due to my growing uneasiness and mistrust, and I’m gagging on the stench of vampire invading my
senses the longer I breath the air in this small confine. Overwhelmed with the feel of them and hating that a part of me somehow
wants to tune in and feel them the way I do with the wolves. I don’t want them inside of me that way, and I fight it with all my will.
“You know there’s a sure-fire way to check. I know you brought him. What are you waiting on? I wouldn’t have asked you to
come if I wasn’t sure, and he knows her by sight. He’ll kill your doubts in a flash.” Leyanne almost goads him, confidence oozing,
her posture is straight and haughty as though she knows this is all inevitable and he’s wasting time by delaying. I can’t really add
anything to this conversation because I don’t really know what it is, what wants with me, or why he’s trying to prove I am who she
says I am, or who they have who would know me face to face. My heart ups it’s chaotic beat and my palms turn clammy with
sheer stress at this situation.
“He’s hesitant, afraid of disappointment after he’s spent all these years thinking she was gone. I can’t force him to look at her if
he doesn’t want to.” The dark stranger shifts in his seat and props an arm on the ledge and turns his head out at the black tinted
window, staring at the road out there and flexes that square muscular jawline. If he wasn’t a vampire, if I didn’t have Colton, then
I would dare to say he would be crush worthy. As it is I wouldn’t blink twice about staking him through the heart with one of my
claws.
“How unlike you, not forcing people to do what you want. Are you going soft? Has age finally caught up with you, old man.” she
jokes but his low throaty growl only makes her smile wider and I get that this chick really likes to rile people. She loves to throw in
those little stabby words for reaction. He becomes about a hundred times more intimidating and snaps his head back to her,
scarily steady, and graceful, yet the killing intent is clear in those glowing reds.
“I’m not that much older than you!” He grinds out, clearly offended with her age digs and I blanche, doing the math in my head
and realizing this goon is over three thousand years old. The grimoires have never been clear on vampire life spans but surely
that can’t be right. Some of the ones we killed looked way more aged than him, some were even old in terms of human looks and
yet here he is, prime of youth, and over three millennia old.
He taps his thumb which I notice is sheathed in a black leather glove on his thigh, another layer of weird on this sinister freak
given they don’t feel cold, so why the gloves? he sits still, as though pondering something then nods.
“You’re right. It’s the quickest way. And I need certainty, not possible. Varro requires confirmation as soon as I can confirm it.”
I jump as. my door is opened again without warning, and I realize that much like wolves, the vampires can link psychically,
although we haven’t seen much of it back home, and he probably told whoever it was to get in here. I instinctively slide towards
Leyanne, inner nerves taking over and shielding myself beside her in hopes she will actually protect me, as a dark clothed figure
appears at the blinding light of the open door, tall, muscular but shrouded in shade as the sun sits behind him and makes it
impossible for me to see. I peer out, blinking as I try to adjust, eyes watering profusely, rubbing my eyes to shield the sudden
retina burning brightness that’s pointed right on my face. He seems to hesitate and stands there silently without coming in or
getting closer.
I’m confused for a moment and look to Leyanne, then the vampire with a questioning tightness of my face, and out to the figure
once more. Unsure what’s happening here or if I’m expected to say something, do something. Spinning my head and then
halting as a new scent enters my nose and makes everything around me stop dead and blur away as a detail homes in all my
senses to one thing.
I know his smell... there’s something familiar about it, something gnawing at the back of my brain as I inhale deeper to get more
of it... his scent. Memories stirring, darkness pushing away questions and thoughts as every fiber in my grabs onto the familiar
and tries to pull a face back from the eternal depths of my past. I would never forget it, it’s so close, so comforting, so real. not in
a million years would I not know what is filtrating through my nostrils and stimulating all my nerve endings. My body stiffens, my
skin goosebumps and all my hackles raise in both alarm, shock, and a deep despair that scratches my heart and makes me
gasp out a sob of recognition. Realization crashes through my senses as my eyes widen in disbelief and I throw myself out of the
car instinctively to see for myself that this can’t really be him.
The figure backs off at speed, seemingly panicking at my burst out, leaving the gap between us at ten feet as I get upright and
glare at the hooded figure before me. Inner chaotic emotions flying crazily and the need to confirm, to see, to know it’s him
almost takes me over like a crazy person. My brain stammering and my soul in agony.
He’s male, stands over six feet tall, powerful in body and with heat... late twenties, well he would be now, a scent that no wolf
would ever mistake, especially not me as I knew it so well, and I lift my hands in disbelief. Stunned and numb all at the same
time.
“It can’t be you...... how can it be you? You died. You were killed, they all were ..... You died!!! SHOW ME YOUR FACE!” I
screech at him, tears cascading from nowhere and immediately wash over my cheeks, drenching my skin, as hysteria takes grip.
My heart feels like it’s being shredded to pieces while fear and panic overtake my limbs and I begin to shake. Losing control as
the air around us rids me of the vampire’s scent from within the car and there’s no more mistaking it. I can smell it fully now.
Him, wolf, my blood...... I know the scent of one of our own anywhere, and I know him. I know him as I know the back of my
hand or the sound of Colton’s voice. This can’t be happening to me.
“Lorey... I...” he lowers his head, looking to his feet and even his voice destroys what’s left of my soul. His voice, only maturer,
huskier and yet, it’s still him. That voice would hush me to sleep with bedtime stories every single night.
The tears break harder, and I claw at my chest to counteract the crashing burning pain inside of me at the realization he’s really
here. After ten years of thinking him dead, yet he’s alive, and with vampires as though I never mattered at all.
“Jasper.... why?” I wail at him, betrayal wracking my body painfully and hurting me on a much deeper level than physical wounds
could. “Why didn’t you come for me? When mom and dad died, why did you leave me? You let me believe I was alone, all this
time. Do you know how I survived, how I lived? How alone I was? WHY??” I sob, accusing him, hurling my words like weapons,
amid the gulping cries of a distraught child.
My brother shifts uneasily on his feet and draws back his hood to finally expose the face I have been longing to see for half my
life. Same soft, short, brown hair that flops over his forehead on one side and softer blue eyes under straight brown brows, in an
aged face but the features I loved so well, still remain. Handsome flawlessness, much like our father. His eyes damp with unshed
tears and he can’t look me in mine as his own shame courses through and shows on the face that always found it hard not to
reveal his every emotional thought.
“You were dead... that’s what ..... I thought.... You were dead. The Santo’s they wiped out the clan, they left no one else alive...
The farm, the village, it was all destroyed when I came back to find you.” He crumbles, his shoulders sagging as his body slumps
in an excruciating way, and he steps towards me, reaching out a hand and then withdrawing as though he’s afraid of my
rejection, of my anger. Or maybe afraid much like I am that one touch will awaken us from this dream, and neither will be
standing here at all.