Chapter Seven #2
It’s a panther. A black panther on a snow-filled night. A black panther who was hurtling toward him in a blur of speed. Ben lifted his hands, more than ready to fight the beast but—
But he wasn’t staring at a beast any longer.
Mid-attack, the panther shifted. Its body stretched. The fur vanished and skin appeared. Bones popped and snapped and Ben soon found himself staring at a man.
The man’s bright green eyes assessed him. “Hi, asshole,” the guy said, his voice rumbling and sounding like a growl. “Remember me?”
Ben’s gaze locked on the stranger’s face. He studied that face and let his brows rise. The panther from the cemetery. “The last time I saw a panther shifter, the cat ran away from me.”
The man smiled and waved his hand. The snow stopped falling. “I wasn’t running from you. I was so happy you’d killed those bastards…I was starting my life. I was running toward my future, not from you.”
Ben didn’t relax his guard. Not for a moment. “I’m supposed to believe that crap? You and your shifter buddies were a pack.” At least, he’d thought they were. They’d sure all attacked together. “You were fighting with them.”
“It’s not easy to kill an alpha shifter. Even if the prick is crazy as all hell.” The man smiled. He had thick, dark hair and eerily bright green eyes. Ben had never seen eyes shine quite the way this shifter’s did.
The fellow was also stark naked.
“You freed me from him,” the shifter said. “So now, I owe you.”
“Great,” Ben snapped. Cause that was what he wanted. A cat saying he was grateful. “How about you put on some clothes and we’ll call it even?”
The man waved his hand again, and clothes just—appeared. Jeans. A t-shirt. A t-shirt? In the winter?
“I don’t get cold,” he said. “Shifters tend to always be warm.”
Wonderful for them. Ben shouldered past the guy.
“Ah, at least you’re going in the right direction…”
The cat was following him. No, not following him. The cat shifter was right beside Ben now. The guy moved fast.
“I’m Jamison,” the fellow said.
Ben whirled toward him. “Fuck off, Jamison.”
Jamison’s green eyes narrowed. “I’m your last visitor for the night.”
This was so screwed. “I don’t want you.” Ben grabbed the shifter by the t-shirt. “I want Simone back. Bring her back.” She was the only visitor he cared about.
“Ah, enjoyed that little meet-and-greet, did you?” Humor flashed in Jamison’s eyes. “But that angel is smokin’, so I don’t blame you a single bit for wanting to tap that ass.”
Ben slammed his head into the shifter’s nose. There was a savagely satisfying crunch of sound. Blood spurted. The shifter howled.
“Don’t fucking talk about her,” Ben snarled at him. “She’s the woman I’m going to—”
“What? Marry?” Jamison pressed a hand to his bleeding nose. Then, not even pausing for a second, he snapped the broken nose back into place. “Sorry, man, but I don’t see that in your future.”
“Oh, you don’t?” It took every bit of his self-control not to grab the guy and re-break his nose just for the hell of it. “Then what do you see?”
Jamison flashed a broad smile. One that showed way too many sharp teeth. “I thought you’d never ask.” His hand slapped down on Ben’s shoulder. “The future…that’s what I’m all about tonight. Your future and that sweet-ass angel’s future.”
Ben’s back teeth ground together.
Jamison pushed him forward. They started plodding through the thick snow. “She wasn’t just your angel,” Jamison told him as if confiding a big secret. “It’s not like a one angel per person deal. They watch over a lot of folks at the same time.”
Ben hadn’t known that. Mostly because he didn’t know anything about angels.
“I was her charge, too.” Jamison stopped and stared straight ahead. “I used to think death would be my way out. The alpha was so freaking twisted. He cut on us just as much as he did his prey.” Jamison’s hand rubbed over his chest. “But then, maybe we were his prey.” His hand dropped.
Ben’s head tilted as he considered the shifter. Jamison’s nose wasn’t bleeding anymore. It wasn’t even swollen.
“We heal fast,” Jamison said, obviously reading the question on his face. “Almost as fast as vampires do. That’s why I didn’t scar, no matter how many times the alpha took the skin right from my body.”
Fuck.
“The past can be hell, and the future…” Jamison exhaled on a rough sigh. “Sometimes, it can be a nightmare, too.”
“I’m supposed to believe that you’re about to show me the future?”
“I’m going to show you the future that could be,” Jamison corrected carefully. “The real future is what you make it…or haven’t you realized the point of this shit-forsaken night yet?”
Ben blinked.
“And it’s not like I’m doing it on my own. We’ve got a special magic working for you. Courtesy of our angel girl.” Jamison’s gaze hardened. “For the record, I don’t think you’re worth what she’s done, even if you did save my hide ten years ago.”
What she’s done… “What do you mean?” Ben demanded.
“I mean I’d let you rot.” Jamison stalked forward. “If I had been given the choice between—”
“What has she done?” Ben caught the shifter’s shoulder and whirled Jamison around.
And he heard a scream. A loud, desperate scream.
“There it is,” Jamison drawled. “Right on time.” He gazed at Ben. “Do you even react when you hear screams anymore? Or do you just not care?”
Ben threw him back and ran toward that sound. As he raced ahead, Ben realized that he could smell blood in the air. The scent was too tempting for a vampire. Ben rushed through the trees. He shoved the branches out of his way and he found—
Blood in the snow.
A boy, broken on the ground.
Ben stumbled to a stop. He knew that boy. It was the kid that Simone had shown him in the alley. Cale. The boy’s torn, old shoes had fallen off his feet. They lay several feet away in the snow.
“Told you,” Jamison announced as he slowly approached. He seemed to be taking his time. “The future can be a nightmare.”
Ben swallowed and managed to ask, “Is this…is this what will really happen in the boy’s future?”
“It’s the future planned now, what can happen.” Jamison’s voice held sadness as he added, “He tried to run, but he wasn’t fast enough.”
Ben leaned over the boy. The kid’s eyes stared sightlessly ahead. Two deep puncture wounds lined the boy’s throat. The kid had screamed—and now Ben knew why the scream had been cut off so abruptly. A vampire had fed on the boy, and when the vamp finished his meal, he’d backed away.
You let him scream, didn’t you?
Then the vamp had broken the boy’s neck.
“He won’t rise, so you don’t have to worry about that,” Jamison told him, voice cold and hard. “He’s just going to get buried by the snow out here. It will be days before anyone finds the body.”
Ben’s gaze snapped toward the shifter.
“The snow plow will eventually come through.” Jamison shrugged. “That’s the way it is for some people. They die, and no one even notices.”
Ben was noticing. The poor kid. Broken in the snow. He turned his head and looked back down at the boy. Just a teen. In someone else’s cast-off clothes. No socks on his feet.
“If he’d stayed in the alley, he would have survived the night,” Jamison noted. “I thought you might like to know that bit…”
Ben’s shoulders tensed.
“The restaurant over there had a broken back window. Cale lived in that alley because he could sneak in the restaurant on cold nights. He could fill his belly and stay warm. But the boy was too afraid you might come back, so he ran tonight.”
“I wasn’t the vampire who did this.”
“No, you weren’t. There’s another vamp in town, and you didn’t even notice him. Seems like that happens with you a lot. The whole not-noticing-routine.”
“This future sucks.” Ben’s hands were hard fists. The kid’s eyes were so blank. Ben swallowed and asked, “What was his full name?” Simone had just called him Cale.
“Why? It’s not like knowing will change anything.” The shifter’s hand pushed into Ben’s back. “There’s more to see. We don’t have all night to stare at the dead.”
Ben knocked his hand aside. “We’re not just leaving him in the snow.”
“Sure we are.” That hand came right back to his shoulder.
Ben shoved it off again. “No, we’re not.” Ben looked down at the ground. “He’s—”
Gone.
“We’re looking at the future, vamp. He’s not dead. Not yet.” Jamison propelled him forward once more. “Let’s see what else is waiting for you.”
Ben didn’t want to go anywhere. “Unless it involves Simone, I don’t want to see the future that’s coming.”
Jamison stopped shoving him. “This night isn’t about her.”
“Yeah, well, guess what? I’m changing the rules. From now on…it’s about her.” Because she was alive somewhere in this world. Maybe in heaven. But she was alive. “I don’t go anywhere, I don’t see anything, unless it’s about her.”
Jamison tilted his head back and stared up at the sky.
“You told me that I wasn’t worth what she’d done for me,” Ben nearly shouted at the guy. “I want to know what she did. I want to know what happens to her.” I have to know if she comes back to me.
Jamison’s head lowered. His gaze found Ben’s. “Maybe I can show you her future…and yours. Both mixed together. That won’t break the rules too much.”
If their futures were mixed, then that had to mean she came back to him. Hope flooded through Ben. “Good. Do it, just—”
Snow swirled around them. The snowflakes were moving so fast that they almost looked like wings—an angel’s wings.
The twisting, gnarled trees vanished in that blur of white.
“Remember,” Jamison growled, “you asked for this.”
Ben heard screams. Voices rising and falling in desperation. So many voices.
So much pain. So much fear.
What did they all fear?
Is it me? Did they fear him? In the future, what would he do?
But then the snow vanished once more, and Ben saw…Simone.