Way of the Wolf: Shifter Legacies 1 (31 page)

“It’s slow tonight. Want to go somewhere with me?”

Brian blinked hardly able to believe his luck. “Okay, sure. Why not?”

She smiled her victory and turned away. The garbage strewn alley stank to high heaven and it was dark. She couldn’t make out Raz and Matt, but she trusted they would be here somewhere. She led Brian by a dumpster and toward the back doors of Zero Gee with the intention of taking him all the way to the end. As soon as she stepped into the feeble glow of the single glow strip above the doors of the club, Raz and Matt pounced from behind the dumpster.

“What the—” Brian began and would have lashed out at Raz, but Chris chose that moment to shove him against the wall.

“Police,” she said holding his arm. She knew he could break her hold easy enough, but he was more interested in the pair of guns trained on him. “Sorry about this, Brian. You’re not in any trouble unless you want to be. Kim is doing me a little favour.”

Brian pulled his eyes reluctantly away from the guns. “A… a favour? Kim is doing you a favour?”

“That’s right, big man. She really did tell me you’re an okay guy, so I’m going to let you go now. Don’t try to run, okay?”

“Okay.”

She stepped carefully back, but Brian was as good as his word. He didn’t move a muscle. “My friends here are going to take you out the back way, Brian. I want you to go with them and stay away from here for the next couple of days. Go see Kim at her dad’s place, not here. Okay?”

“I guess that would be okay.”

“Sure it will.”

Raz and Matt put up their guns and led the unresisting Brian away.

She watched them go for a couple of seconds then turned to go back to her post. She had barely reached her patch when she was propositioned again. She pasted a smile on her face and turned. The smile froze in place. It was him. He matched the description almost too well. He was white, a little over six feet, and dark haired. He was not as muscular as Brian was, but he looked athletic enough to fit the profile. Those eyes… they made her shiver with something close to fear. She remembered an almost hysterical woman’s description of those eyes and agreed with her now that she was confronted with the reality.

Soulless.

O’Neal’s eyes made her want to pull her gun and empty it into him. She had never felt that before. She had faced some scary things in her time. Murderers, rapists, even when facing a child killer, she had only wanted to kill him, not destroy him. This… this
thing
in the guise of a man made her want to kill him and dismember him and
then
burn all the pieces and scatter the ashes.

“—him? For God’s sake, answer me! Is it him?”

Chris blinked and shivered. She had been staring at those eyes for… she didn’t know how long. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds because he was still there waiting for an answer. O’Neal was utterly still, not like someone waiting for a bus could be still, but still like a statue was still. His eyes burned into her. His concentration was such that it felt like an almost physical force washing over her.

“Yessss,” she whispered and blinked awake again. This time the shiver was more pronounced. She couldn’t remember what she was agreeing to. “I mean—” A headache bloomed behind her eyes.

“Don’t!”
John screamed.
“Don’t go in there! Shit, shit, shit! I’m coming Chris!”

* * *

“I guess being dead kinda sucks, huh?” Angelina said.

Gavin’s lips twitched. “You might say so,” he said keeping his keen eyes focused on the street below. “There are compensations.”

“Yeah,” the girl said kicking her feet back and forth where she sat on the edge of the roof. “Compensations.”

He turned his attention away from the busy street to the young woman sitting beside him. What he saw pleased him on a number of levels. That she was here at all was pleasing, that she had changed enough to care—even in her own small way—about what happened to the people around her was a pleasant change from the tough streetwise woman she had been a few years earlier. He was to blame for that, and again it pleased him to think so. Not that she had changed very much. She was still tough and could be ruthless when necessary. That hadn’t changed, nor should it. The world could be a dangerous place and this city was more dangerous than most—especially now.

Angelina didn’t look tough or particularly dangerous, but that was an act she had perfected over the years. It had come in useful when money was tight, but there was more to it than luring a mark into an alley. She had to be tough to keep the others in line, which she had so far done with ruthless economy. She was pretty in a girlish way, a legacy of her Mexican mother she said. She didn’t know who her father was and didn’t care. She had startling liquid brown eyes that usually looked at the world full of wariness and suspicion, but here tonight, her guard was down. Gratifying that was. It meant she had come to trust him when she trusted few if anyone she knew. It meant something to him, her friendship. It meant a lot, too much probably—almost certainly.

“What’s troubling you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking about stuff a lot more lately.”

“A part of growing up I fear.”

“
I’m not a kid!
” Angelina said hotly. “I know stuff—lots of stuff. I’ve seen things they wouldn’t believe,” she said waving vaguely at the pedestrians in the street below. “They’d run if I showed ’em.”

He nodded at the truth of that. She had lived a harsh life and had seen more than a child should. She knew there were things in the world that couldn’t easily be explained away, things that few would believe possible even if shown. She knew what he was and what he was capable of, and she wasn’t repulsed by it. That was a rare thing.

“What things have you been thinking about?”

Angelina shrugged. “It’s my birthday next week.”

“Ah?”

“My twentieth birthday,” she said quietly. “I’ve been thinking about my future.”

“What about it?”

“I could die tomorrow and no one would know or care.”

Gavin shook his head. “I would know.”

“And care?”

“Yes, I would care—very much.”

“But you couldn’t stop it. I could die tomorrow or the next day or next week… whenever. I could die and I haven’t done anything except bust a few heads for the money.”

“What brought this on? Are you in trouble, is someone coming after you?”

“That’s not what I mean. No one’s after me, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be someone next week. It’s happened before. You know it happens.”

In her line of work there was always someone that wanted your place and was ready to kill for it. Angelina and he had met when she chose to mug him for his wallet. A bad choice of target, but it had worked out well for both of them in the end. He had shown her the error of her ways, and they had become associates and eventually friends. Angelina and her gang were his eyes and ears on the street. They listened and told him anything he needed to know. That was why he was sitting here on this roof. A certain man was going to meet his demise tonight and it was Angelina who had made it possible. He would have found him eventually of course, but Angelina had found him with her contacts first.

“So it happens,” he said. “Are you thinking of leaving the city?”

“I have nowhere to go, but I wish…”

“What?”

“I kind of wish I did, you know?”

He could understand that only too well. His home was lost to him these many centuries, but there wasn’t a night that went by that he didn’t yearn for it with all his being. He closed that part of himself away as being too painful to contemplate and found a distraction in Angelina’s attire.

“New dress?” he said eyeing the tight sheath and its hemline doubtfully. Standing, it would come to mid-thigh, but sitting as they were, it covered considerably less than that. Considerably less.

“I’m going to the club after.”

“Ah.”

Zero Gee was a popular club with Angelina’s crowd, and was somewhere they wouldn’t be hassled. It was neutral territory for the gangs, and Sollie, the owner, enforced that as hard as he enforced his no boomers rule. Sollie was someone that few liked and everyone respected. No one wanted to get on his bad side. Those that did tended to disappear.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Do I need one?” Angelina countered.

“No, but the dress, the shoes… the coat is new too isn’t it?” He had missed that before. He had rarely seen her in anything but jacket, jeans, and boots, and the dress had distracted him. “Who is he?”

She shrugged.

“
Who?
” This time his voice was flat and cold.

“Just a guy. It’s no big deal, Mister Gavin.”

No big deal? She had dressed up and put on makeup. Angelina never wore makeup and the clothes were new. They weren’t stolen, he would wager that she had personally gone into a store and bought them. He stared into her eyes and saw them flicker with uneasiness. She was hiding something from him, and that realisation made him angry. Who was this man that Angelina would defy him to protect? He could easily find out. She would have no choice but to tell him if he pushed, but she was a friend. He didn’t have many and the few he did have were precious. He didn’t want to lose her.

“Well, he’s a lucky man.”

“Awww, I ain’t nothing to write home about, Mister Gavin,” Angelina said squirming at the praise.

She was actually. He grinned at her blushes, his good humour had returned in full measure. “How long have we known each other?”

“Couple of years almost.”

“Time enough to call me Gavin then.”

“I’ll call you Gavin when you call me Angel.”

He scowled. “Angelina is the name your mother gave you. It suits you.”

“But I don’t like it—”

Gavin stiffened and turned his attention to the street below. Seemingly nothing had changed, but he didn’t trust that. He did trust his instincts, and those instincts were screaming of danger right now.

“Mister Gavin?”

“He’s here.”

“Where? I don’t see him.”

“And you won’t, but he’s down there.” He retrieved his sword from where it lay between them and stood stepping back from the edge. Angelina stood to join him and dusted her dress. “You should be safe enough up here. I’ll join you after it’s done.”

“But—”

He knew what she would have said, but it was far too dangerous for her to accompany him. He moved to the eastern side of the building. There was an alley on this side with a fire escape. He looked back to make certain she had not followed. She was looking at him from their earlier position.

“Be careful,” she whispered.

He heard her as if standing right beside her. He nodded and leapt over the side.

The fire escape led down to an alley, the alley to a busy road. He could sense that O’Neal was close by. The alley behind Zero Gee was where they would finally meet, he was sure of it. He sped across the road in front of a pickup so fast that afterwards the driver was sure he had imagined it. Gavin had been a black blur barely seen out of the corner of one eye.

The alley was dark, but that was no hindrance. The night was his element and lit brightly by the stars. Indeed, had it not been night, the meeting would have been impossible. He moved as only his kind could, but he was wary. His sense of where O’Neal was felt strange and somehow not reliable. He had never felt anything quite like it. One moment O’Neal felt weaker than him, easily centuries weaker, the next he felt almost like an equal. O’Neal’s aura was…
flaring
up then dying back like the flames of a bonfire and with it his strength.

He hesitated and put his back to the nearest wall for protection. Could this be a trap of some kind, could O’Neal be aware of his planned confrontation? He couldn’t see how that was possible but… no, he would not second guess. He would make an end of O’Neal this night. He edged forward and paused again. O’Neal was just now entering the alley from the street ahead. He wasn’t alone and Gavin tensed ready to attack or defend, but the man was completely occupied with his companion.

Something wasn’t right about this, not right at all. The woman was merely a whore. He dismissed her as food. Perhaps that was why O’Neal hadn’t felt his approach—he needed to feed. Deciding to take advantage of the man’s preoccupation with his meal, he advanced to a point where a single leap would let him reach out and snap O’Neal’s neck. The woman was passive, her arms down by her side while her captor suckled at her neck. Gavin was both fascinated and revolted. The smell of blood was heavy in the air and it excited him, but the thought of feeding in a dirty alley was repugnant. The woman was a pretty thing. Even under O’Neal’s control she seemed different somehow. She was trying to throw off O’Neal’s influence upon her mind. Gavin didn’t take the time to wonder at his decision to save her. After all, he couldn’t allow his enemy to gain strength from her.

He attacked.

O’Neal spun in a blur so fast that even Gavin failed to anticipate it. He tried to block, but O’Neal’s fist landed with bone crushing force to launch him across the alley. He slammed into a dumpster denting it in and toppling him into the stinking garbage that lay all around. He blinked up at O’Neal in surprise and tried to roll away from the man’s kick. A newborn should not be this strong, not so soon.