Following at a distance, Kriss took in the light coloring of the fallen along with the snow white wings that were now hidden from human sight but not his. He tilted his head to the side when the fallen chanced a look over his shoulder as if sensing he was being followed.
When the fallen turned his attention back to the streets below, Kriss had a feeling he wasnt the only one on the hunt tonight.
Just who are you looking for? Kriss whispered under his breath stalking him for several more blocks. Following him around a corner, Kriss skidded to a stop when the other man was suddenly standing on the ledge of the building facing him. It was the aggressive stance and fierce look in his silver eyes that gave Kriss pause.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Kriss used the time to focus his powers and peer into the other mans soul. As the image of his soul sharpened, Kriss was expecting to see the glittering silver shimmer of a full blood, but to his surprise this fallens soul was tainted. His eyes widened realizing this man was a hybrid.
So, thats what hed sensed when the creature had exploded from the church. Kriss tried to determine if this hybrid was as bad as the full blown demon it had been imprisoned with. He felt a shove as his vision was pushed back and Kriss blinked. The only other person hed ever run across that could block him from seeing his soul was Dean.
Inhaling deeply then slowly releasing it, Kriss decided there was only one other way to find out. Just as he started forward, the fallen gave him a smile that was nowhere near friendly and took a step back, disappearing as he dropped off the edge of the roof and out of sight.
Knowing an invitation when he got one, Kriss growled and with a running leap, he did a swan dive off the edge of the building in pursuit. Before he made it to the concrete four stories below, something slammed into his side and he felt arms tighten around him.
No, Dean hissed as he tackled Kriss in midair.
I thought you wanted to find and catch him, Kriss yelled suddenly angry. Hed been looking for Dean for days now and it pissed him off that Dean had obviously been close enough to know that he was there but wouldnt come out of hiding.
Hes not a rabbit, Dean snapped as they switched direction and ascended back to the roof of the building. Besides, Ive been watching him for a while and would you like to know what hes been doing?
What? Kriss frowned.
Dean immediately stepped away to put distance between them. Hes stalking Misery, the demon that trapped him in the cave.
At that moment, the thin clouds above them parted allowing the moonlight to beam down on them and create the shadows on the roof that gave away their true identity. Dean had to look away from Krisss perfection he always had to look away.
Well, maybe hell let us help him get a little payback, Kriss suggested. Its been a while, but together we could probably put her down.
I doubt it, Dean gazed in the direction the fallen had gone. Every time I get close to him, I can feel his anger and fear.
Kriss stared off in the same direction knowing the truth. Maybe he has a good reason to fear us. He started to mention the fact that it was a hybrid not a true blood fallen, but Dean cut him off.
Doesnt matter because he doesnt trust us, Dean stepped back to the edge of the building and looked out over the city.
He knew Kriss thought he had it all figured out. So this fallen wasnt a full blood he was close enough and that counted. Dean had seen into his soul several times in the last couple days and the evil that labeled most hybrids as demons was missing. In Deans eye, that made him one of them. On second thought maybe it was time to let Kriss in on that little fact.
Hes more true-blood than hybrid you know. His soul is different from ours, but evil does not live there right now its full of fear, mistrust, and longing. I hope you havent changed so much that you cant see the good within him.
He knew Kriss had never maliciously hunted hybrids down and destroyed them without a very good reason. Kriss had been one of the last fallen to be sent here, long after the demon wars had ended banished to this world just to get rid of some of the male population. Kriss didnt know it, but Dean was so much older than that.
Dean had been one of the leaders of the rebellion that ended the demon war even sending some of the pure bloods into the underworld for their senseless massacre of hybrids that were not demonic. Some things were a sin no matter how you looked at it.
Kriss had a flashback of wanting to kill Kane only to find a tattered but strangely pure soul staring back at him. Hed never encountered such an oddity. If Kane had been human or demon with that much damage done to his soul he would have been pure evil. He should have been pure evil. It made him wonder if Dean was right that maybe hed lost his ability to play judge and jury.
Living among the humans for so long had taught him that even the best intentions always had a shady side of gray. Hed decided a long time ago that death was only for the truest form of evil and to let the rest work itself out.
How long do you intend to stalk him? Kriss asked curiously.
Until he sees that Im not a threat, Dean answered cryptically.
Kriss tilted his head and looked at Dean, noticing several bullet holes in his clothing. What in the hell have you been doing? You smell like smoke and those arent moth holes in your clothes.
Let me ask you something, Dean didnt look at Kriss, Are you really here for me? Or do you just need a distraction because youre avoiding your feelings for Tabatha?
Kriss reached out, snagging Deans arm and spinning him around so that they were facing each other. Why is it always a fight with you? he demanded.
Dean jerked his arm out of Krisss grip, Maybe its because I can see into your soul where you are blind.
Kriss looked away and when he glanced back Dean was gone.
*****
Kane quietly opened Tabathas bedroom window and ducked inside. Hed been watching her through the windows but feeling her unrest hadnt set well with him and the fact that he couldnt read her thoughts was driving him crazy. All he could hear were almost silent whispers coming from her mind.
He glanced up at the ceiling wondering whose bright idea it was to make her the only one he couldnt eavesdrop on when she was the only one he really wanted to hear. Kane kept the darkness pulled around him as he leaned against the frame of the open bedroom door and watched her move from the sofa to the entertainment center.
Tabatha turned the radio down. Shed thought the background noise would help to make the apartment not feel so empty but it was only annoying her. She missed her roommate.
Kriss had disappeared for weeks at a time in the past and she knew he could take care of himself, but it had never stopped her from worrying. That demon, her skin crawled at the memory, shed been able to trap Dean even if it had only been for a couple hours. It was hard to wrap her mind around the fact that there were things out there that could hurt Kriss.
She again ran her fingers over her shoulder and down her chest where shed been wounded, feeling nothing but soft unblemished skin. She thought shed been so slick making Kane think she was under his thrall the joke had been on her. Still, hed told her not to remember seeing Misery yet she did remember. Slowly raising the same fingers, she touched her lips wishing she could remember exactly what Kane had done to her.
Maybe shed been under his thrall the whole time but for some reason only remembered part of it. Hed said that hed been watching over her following her. Tabatha felt the small hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and the room seemed to shrink.
Removing her fingers from her lips she whispered, Kane, are you here?
Kane gripped the door frame to keep from moving toward her but no power on earth could keep him from answering, Yes.
His voice was haunted, making Tabatha spin around searching for him. She was caught between disappointment and fear when she didnt see him standing right behind her. Am I so wicked that you have to hide from me? her breathing was coming a little faster and she silently wondered if this was the equivalent of playing with fire.
Kane let the darkness disperse from around him and watched as her gaze landed on him. Maybe I am the wicked one.
Tabatha swallowed. He did look slightly wicked silhouetted in her bedroom doorway shed admit that. Maybe you wouldnt feel so wicked if you had knocked on the front door, she offered, wondering just how long hed been inside her apartment. Feeling a slight weakness in her knees, she turned and forced herself to calmly walk to the sofa and sit down.
Would you have invited me in? Kane asked curiously as he moved into the room. He noticed the way she turned around and pulled her feet up onto the sofa, tucking them close to her as she leaned back against the pillowed armrest.
Im not sure, Tabatha answered. Is this the first time youve been here?
No, Kane didnt bother lying to her. Why lie when he could just make her forget hed even been here?
Then I am inviting you in. Have a seat, she pointed toward the other in of the sofa. If he was here to hurt her, then hed already have done it right? She watched the way he kept his movements slow as he did as she asked. It was a lie shed seen the speed at which he moved when he wanted to. He was being careful not to frighten her and that made her even more nervous.
Kane cocked an eyebrow, Is this how you treat all of your stalkers? he asked in all seriousness. Invite them in for tea and crumpets?
Tabatha shook her head, I dont drink tea and I hate crumpets. A cup of coffee and a bagel will do just fine.
Kane smiled wanly at her. How do you know I wont hurt you?
If you were going to hurt me, you would have by now, Tabatha answered, voicing the thought shed had just moments before. On second thought she quickly added, Despite the fact that I tend to get injured whenever youre in the same vicinity.
Kane inwardly winced at that and finally took the place shed indicated at the other end of the sofa, turning to face her and leaning against the opposite armrest. He brought his right leg up, bending it at the knee and sat in a half Indian style with one arm folded over his stomach.
So tell me love, why did you invite me in? Kane asked.
Why are you here? Tabatha sidestepped the question.
Kane smirked, You do know that its bad manners to answer a question with a question.
Tabatha was momentarily taken aback by the way the smirk changed the contours of his face slightly, making him appear just as dangerous and seductive as she believed him to be.
That may be true, Tabatha said thoughtfully. But Im the one youve been following and I want to know why.
Kane shrugged, Because I want to.
Tabatha glared at him, Because you want to?
Kane tilted his head to the side. Why does a vampire do anything?
Tabatha opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again not able to articulate an answer.
Because they want to, Kane answered for her.
Tabatha sighed, Look, if you dont want to tell me the truth then I cant make you. But, if were going to be friends, we need to exchange at least one truth about each other.
Kanes eyebrows rose and he actually smiled, Ah, so were going to play truth or dare now?
Tabatha blushed remembering the few times shed played the game while in high school talk about embarrassing situations. Without the dare and you will answer first. she whispered.
Kane nodded, All right. Since Im the stalker, we will play by your rules.
Tabatha felt a thrill run through her at his easy admittance that he was indeed stalking her. Why does Kriss not like you? He wont give me a reason why.
Because you dont belong to him, Kane answered a little too quickly.
What kind of answer is that? Tabatha demanded.
Your turn, Kane pointed out.
Tabatha grumbled, Fine, then she tensed not knowing what to expect.
Do you like dogs?
Tabatha blinked. That question was about the furthest thing from what shed been expected. She relaxed then smiled fondly, I love them. When I was little we had a little Yorkie puppy but he ran away. I never really got over it I still miss him sometimes.
Kane returned her smile with a slow smile of his own as their eyes locked, You must meet my Yorkie sometime then his name is Scrappy.
Tabatha got cold chills through her body and literally jumped out of her seat when the phone rang. Getting up, she rushed to the phone to pick it up hoping it was Kriss calling in. Picking it up, she turned around to look at Kane but he was gone without a trace of him ever being there.
She did a quick search of her bedroom, only to find nothing. With a sigh, Tabatha pressed the phone against her ear, hello? she cringed when she heard Jasons voice.
What happened to you? You just disappear and dont call me to let me know why? Jason paced back and forth. Damn it Tabby, You had me worried sick.
Tabatha smiled into the receiver. Somehow being yelled at by Jason made her feel a little more normal. She quickly did the math in her head as she started explaining what happened without giving him a single detail about anything that had to do with the paranormal.
Kane moved the limbs of the bush over a fraction as he watched Tabatha relax for the first time since Trevor had dropped her off. His lips hinted at a smile as he listened to her tell the truth to whoever was on the phone and lie like crazy at the same time. His smile faded and his expression turned longing. What he would give to have her smile at him with such ease. Backing away from the window, he knew it was time to go he could feel Kriss closing in on him.
Hold on a minute Jason, Tabatha frowned as she got the odd feeling of being watched. Turning her head toward the window, she froze seeing Kriss standing there watching her. Jason, Ill talk to you tomorrow, okay? she turned and hung up the phone but when she looked back Kriss was gone.
Chapter 3
Mrs. Tully shook her head as she came out of Micahs room and closed the door behind her before turning toward the crowd gathered in the hall. Hes fine still sleeping, but he is fine.
Then hell make a full recovery? Quinn asked skeptically.
Mrs. Tully positioned herself between them and the door. I mean it looks like he may have already made a full recovery. He doesnt seem to have a single scratch on him. She backed up a step and threw her arms out like a barrier when several of them tried to dart around her to go look for themselves.
No, she said firmly. For now, I dont want him disturbed. Hes in a deep sleep and that may be part of whats speeding the healing. If you wake him up before he wakes up on his own, you may disturb whatever magic is being used on him.