Torment (Craving 2)

“I know what a Lycan is, I meant…” I started.

“Jeremy, ye will have to be a bit clearer,” Devin stuck in.

“Allora isn’t coming yet. She is with the ancients because there has been a Lycan attack against quite a few newbie vamps. The ancients are in a fury and gathering the various clans in London to find out if these attacks are by an isolated few, or if they were planned by the Lycan leadership.”

“Hell and brimstone!” Devin said.

I could see this would be upsetting, but I didn’t see why, so I said, “Well, at least she will be busy while I find a way to get Devin out of Trinity.”

“Aye, lass, but humans will suffer if a war breaks out between the vamps and the weres,” Devin groaned.

“We don’t know yet that it is a war,” Jeremy said quietly.

“If ‘tisn’t yet, it will be,” Devin snapped. “Jeremy…the ancients and the Lycan packs have been itching to go at it for a very long time. For whatever reason, and long before I was imprisoned here, Lycan and Shifter packs had merged and quite outnumber vampires. I cannae imagine why the ancient vamps want to pick a fight with them.”

“And this will affect humans…how?” I asked. This was all new to me. We didn’t have this problem in New York. All supernaturals seemed to have a silent pact of ‘live and let live’.

“Ah, lass, the ancients want humans to serve their needs. The Lycans and Shifters just want to live away from the fray…be free, but they are territorial. If the vampires go after the humans, they will usurp territory, and the wolf packs wouldna allow that. War will affect humans, make nae mistake.” He shook his head. “As it happens, both sides believe they are the superior race. Neither side wants to share territory or power. If war breaks out, we will have to call on everything we have in our arsenal to stop them. I have to get out of here…”

Well, there it was, all of it in one huge nutshell—trouble.

I didn’t have even a moment to contemplate the future because it was right then that a vision snapped into my head and took over.

I phased out. It was as though Devin and Jeremy were miles away. I could scarcely hear their voices as they discussed the present problem.

Everything for me moved into a vision in my head. I saw it all so clearly, and it was as real as the air I breathed.

Humans lined up, offering themselves to machines that took blood, leaving them weak and helpless but able to give more on the following day!

I saw packs of vicious werewolves attacking vampires, ripping out their throats, leaving them to burn. I saw rabid vampires, bitten by werewolves…raping women, viciously attacking everything in sight.

And I saw a huge wolf with deep yellow eyes. He raced towards me and lunged…but he didn’t attack. Instead, he bent and spoke into my head, “Get on me…now!”

In my vision, I seemed to know him, and did what he asked. We raced through war torn cities in Scotland.

I saw so many humans—dismembered, disfigured…vampires gagging as they died from the bites of Lycans…and Lycans being killed by vampires. Cities ravaged with violence and blood—everywhere.

A gasp escaped me as the vision vanished. I put my head in my hands and whispered, “No, oh, no. We have to stop this.”

~ Eight ~

I SAID GOOD NIGHT TO Jeremy, and made my way to the staircase. He called out, “Hold up, Bobbie.” I knew he wanted to talk about my vision. I had told him and Devin what I had seen, and a dead silence had taken over. In the end, both of them began arguing. I needed time.

I turned and smiled. He came up to me at the head of the wide staircase and took my hand. “Look, I don’t get visions, but from all my research…they aren’t a given. Visions are only one example of what might happen. We can stop this.”

“Yes, I know…but at the moment, I don’t know what the two of us can do…and even if I get Devin out in time…that is only three of us.”

“We have to find a catalyst, something other than us against them, and we will because we must.”

“I want to believe that,” I said doubtfully.

“Look, Bobbie…I had a sister once, I’ve come to feel I do again, so I don’t mean to tell you what to do, but…well, I believe from what my operative reported to me, Allora is tied up with the ancients in London and won’t be coming here anytime soon.”

“And?” I urged as he paused.

“And, as of now, she doesn’t realize your connection in all of this…or even mine. She will in the end, of course, attempt to kill us simply because we are in the way, whether she finds out who we are or not, but as of this moment, she probably doesn’t see any need to rush here willy-nilly. Immortals rarely rush about.”

“Oookayyy?” I eyed him.