Lycan Alpha Claim 3

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  His hand slowly fell from his breastbone. “That is the call of the blood. I have shared mine with you. It now calls to yours.”

  “Why?” Julia asked, deeply creeped out.

  “Because I have shared blood with you.”

  “No, you forced your blood inside of me!” she raised her voice at him, crossing her arms, high color seeping across her cheekbones.

  William's eyes narrowed slightly. “True. So that you might live, I gave you my blood. I have Blood Singer ancestry.” Julia cocked an eyebrow, the conversation becoming more confusing by the moment. What he said next made her forget her curiosity like falling off a precipice. “How do you think we found you? Found... Jason?”

  His name fell like a stone in the room, the horrible memory threatening around the edges of her consciousness. She clenched her eyes against the images assaulting her.

  He continued as if the oxygen had not been forcibly torn from the room. Julia felt like an elephant had sat on her lungs. “Your blood calls to us. It sings to us. We follow it like a melody on the wind. All roads lead to the Blood Singer.”

  Julia opened her eyes. A startling revelation was blossoming in her mind. “Jason was... he was a Blood Singer?” she asked on a breathless whisper.

  William nodded.

  Julia jumped off the bench and flung herself at William, beating against him with her fists. Her hair flailing wildly about her. It was like beating a brick wall. Stony and cold. “You killed him! You had no right!” she wailed. “You killed him...” she sobbed as he grabbed her wrists. “Why didn't you kill me instead?” Julia asked on a sorrowful moan as she sagged against him, fainting from exhaustion.

  William picked her up in his arms, the burden of her weight no more than a feather. His pain at watching hers was unmatched with anything he had ever known.

  He carried Julia back to her room, his soul as heavy as a ton of lead.

  *

  Julia

  William had been fairly quiet since the scene in the dining hall the week before and Julia was glad. She thought the ache for him would never end. But thankfully day by day it lessened. She didn't want to be tied to the blood drinker. Because that was what he was.

  All he was.

  He and Pierce lingered in the hall, speaking in covert whispers as she dabbed at the corners of her mouth, bread half-eaten in front of her.

  The dreams had started again and with them, her long-lost friend, Headache. She sighed, rubbing her temples.

  William and Pierce were suddenly beside her. “Are you ill, Julia?”

  She glared up at the pair. A prudent girl with half a brain would have been scared of the vampires; deadly and menacing. But she didn't care about her welfare anymore, her future. She wasn't interested in being taken anywhere with them.

  “No, I'm fine.” She looked at them impassively.

  Pierce stared a moment more then turned to William. “Perhaps her awakening has begun.”

  Julia thought she was about done with the revelations.

  “Possibly...” William said thoughtfully.

  “What?” Julia asked, standing, her arms crossed over her body, she hugged herself to stay warm. She looked up at the pair, such a contrast to each other. They were huge men... vampires, Julia self-corrected. She gulped back a sudden stab of fear.

  “Rare Ones go through a...” William struggled for just the right word.

  “Transition?” Pierce supplied.

  Julia's brows jacked down over her eyes and she said, “Haven't you two kidnapped Blood Singers before?”

  William's expression darkened at her terminology. But Julia remained steadfast. It was what it was.

  “We have acquired some of Rare One lineage but never a pureblood. Never once,” Pierce said.

  “Adolescence!” William said triumphantly, remembering the word.

  What-the-hell? Were they stupid? “Look guys,” they turned their simultaneous attention unnervingly on her. She stepped back, then realizing it made her look weak, she reclaimed it. “I am clearly a woman. Full-grown guys,” she ran a hand down the front of her body and the vampires tracked it. She was immediately embarrassed but bottled it up before they noticed. She rushed on before they could comment. “What I'm saying is, I went through adolescence years ago. I am done with all that,” Julia said waving away their weird ideas with a hand.

  Pierce shook his head and William said, “No. The Rare One comes-of-age much later than one that is just a Blood Singer. The purer you are, the greater the manifestation of your latent talents.”

  Julia's eyes shifted back and forth between the two of them. “What talents?” she asked slowly.

  William paused, then dropped the bomb, “Paranormal talents.”

  Julia's hand whipped out and gripped the table that stood behind her. The hell with appearing weak, she backed up until her thighs pressed against the bench.

  Insane Vampires. It wasn't just enough that there were such things as vampires. These ones were crazy ass loons.

  It just kept getting better and better.

  Julia despaired.

  “Are you having headaches?” Pierce pressed.

  “Precognitive dreams?” William asked silkily.

  Julia's head snapped up and locked with William's gaze, gold meeting silver. She shook her head in denial. She would not be their stupid Blood Singer messiah or whatever-the-hell they were looking for. She redoubled her determination to escape.

  Soon.

  CHAPTER 7

  graduation

  It was cool, the air holding none of the heat that would be found in other parts of America. Here at latitude fifty-nine, late May meant maybe sixty degrees. Maybe.

  Today it was a cool fifty-eight. Intermittent clouds floated overhead and the breeze from the Homer Spit had made its way to the high school, slowed but not beaten.

  Julia looked away from the Valedictorian who was expounding on the benefits of altruistic endeavors.

  It was all bullshit, said through the bullhorn of what she could gain by making a good impression on whoever was listening. Julia swung her leg restlessly until Jason stilled it with a hand on her knee. His eyes swung to hers. “It'll be okay, just today, then we're free.”

  The girl droned on, the guys got a fine sheen of sweat over their brows, all that satiny polyester was causing the greenhouse effect.

  Finally, the staff herded them through the line and they shook hands, stood for pictures and ate the celebratory cake courtesy of Costco. It was anticlimactic anyway.

  It only served to underscore that uneasy feeling Julia had. Like she was waiting. Ever since the Terrell incident.

  Death, she corrected herself.

  She had felt a portent. A feeling of impending doom. It felt like a ticking time bomb. Her sleep was leaving her these days and nightmares were taking up residence in its absence.

  She was exhausted and Jason was worried.

  If that weren't enough, there was the impending trial. If a jury of Jason's peers found him not guilty in the death of Terrell, then he was free. Unfortunately, because of the nature of how he had... killed Terrell, he had a mandatory six weeks of anger management classes. And of course, he was angry about the classes.

  Total irony.

  The Caldwells had not really forgiven Jason for making them look “bad” by killing Terrell. Even Truman had defended Jason, saying he'd saved lives. Of course, what the Caldwells weren't telling Truman was that her life was not that important to them. It hurt, but Julia had to stay focused on her future.

  With Jason.

  When the lame reception was over they drove to Julia's house so she could change. Then it was out to the beach with Kevin and Cyn.

  Julia opened the door, Jason behind her. He'd been so quiet in the car. She knew something was on his mind.

  Seeing that Lily wasn't home from work yet she walked to her room. Tearing open her closet door, she chucked out her beach jeans, T-shirt and the faded, battered Salty Dawg Saloon hoodie. It was her most bea
t up one but she loved it. She'd bribed a tourist one summer to go in there and get one for her. It was a Homer landmark, a cabin from 1897 that had grown into a rough and tumble tavern.

  She pressed the hoodie against her face, inhaling the fragrant soap Lily used and a pang of homesickness struck her. She was really going, she thought, a little forlorn. Just six short weeks.

  Jason came up behind Julia and wrapped his arms around her, the graduation gowns wrapping and mingling together around their legs. “It's not like she's gonna die. You can come back and visit her, Jules.”

  Julia nodded silently. She understood that. She did.

  But there would be no one, no family to see her get married, no one to appreciate her husband. Just Lily. And Lily was bitter. She had gotten saddled with her brother's kid and that had been a stain on her heart, spreading across that muscle that throbbed in her body with increasing speed. Until all of it was covered in resentment.

  Jason kissed her temple, his lips hovering above her skin like butterfly’s wings, fragile but present. She leaned back against him. He turned her and slowly lifted the gown off, the rasping of the satin catching on the fine strands of hair that had escaped the clasp she'd secured it in. He tossed it aside and tore his gown off, tossing it onto the floor at his feet.

  Gathering her in his arms he kissed her, pressing his lips to hers with heat.

  Jason's lips moved over hers with pressure and longing, combining in a succulent pull. Julia's mouth opened and her arms slid around his broad shoulders, the muscles bunching as he pressed her closer. She gave a little moan and he moved them backward, where they fell softly on her bed. He broke the kiss when they landed, his elbows braced on either side of her body.

  “I can't wait to make you mine, Julia,” he said, dipping to kiss her temple again. His lips slid from that point, making a blazing trail down her jaw, then a sideways path to her mouth.

  He lingered there, scooping her long hair from where it was pinned underneath her, fanning it out behind her. Jason slid her further on the bed, falling to the side of her. He cupped her face and pecked her lips again. Searching her face, he saw the lingering anxiety there. “Lily'll come around, you'll see.”

  “She may not. But, even though she took me in and saved me from the system, it wasn't her choice.”

  Speak of the devil.

  Julia heard Lily buzz into the house and start clanking around in the kitchen. Supper preparation. Julia wasn't that interested. Eating hadn't been a big priority since Terrell. She'd never been an emotional eater. When stuff got intense, food lost its appeal.

  “Come on,” Jason kissed her again, then kissed her once more on that tender spot between her earlobe and her collarbone. She smiled, a little breathless. She knew some guys would have been trying to attack the obvious, but not Jason. He really loved her. He wanted her but he wanted her for the right reasons.

  Jason was the man for her.

  But in the end she didn't get him after all.

  *

  later

  Right away Julia knew she should have worn a puffy over the top of her hoodie. She sighed, stepping out of Jason's big truck, the lift kit making the whole thing a hike to get in and out of.

  She gave a scoot and a hop and got out before Jason could meet her on the other side.

  He came around and closed the door for her. “You should have waited for me, I'd get you down,” his lips turned up.

  “I bet you would, pervert!” Julia teased as Cyn and Kevin walked up.

  Kevin smirked, “I hear pervert. Must be Caldwell here.”

  “Thanks for the support, Kev,” Jason said sarcastically.

  He grinned, shrugging. “Welcome.”

  Cyn smiled at Julia, taking in the XtraTufs and hoodie uniform. Cynthia had on her Ugg boots. Stylish to most, ugly to her.

  “Well, I see you are consistent,” Cyn said in her droll way.

  “Don't start, I didn't want to suffer through any more Unwanted Clothing.”

  Cyn rolled her eyes. “I did see you barely making it through the ceremony. Couldn't you have faked it?”

  “Hell no! I didn't like any of the teachers and after the Terrell thing...” she trailed off then immediately felt terrible. They'd all been there too and here she was bringing it up.

  “Sorry guys,” Julia mumbled, bowing her head a little and letting her long hair form a curtain to hide her expression.

  That had been beyond stupid, she could kick her own ass. Miss Sensitive.

  Jason put a finger underneath her chin, tilting it so their eyes met. “Don't be sorry, Jules. All of us were there. It was me that killed him,” he said in a low voice. “Ask me if I feel bad?”

  She swallowed, her mouth dry. “Do you feel bad?”

  He shook his head, solemn. “No.”

  “Hell, Jules,” Kevin spread his arms away from his body, wearing a T-shirt that read, Zombie Bait, “you were in that psycho's cross hairs. Caldwell had to do it.”

  Cynthia looked at Julia and understood. They'd been friends for years, she didn't want to feel responsible for any accidents, especially after her parents.

  Especially that. She reached out and put a chunk of hair behind Jules' ear. “Don't sweat that creeper, Jules. This wasn't your fault. Your fault that he died. Just because someone dies when you're around, doesn't mean you have to take the death on as your fault. That's crap and you know it.” Cyn dipped down a little until she was eye level with Jules. “Are ya hearin' me?”

  “Yeah,” Julia whispered. She was so lucky to have these guys, unshed tears burnt the back of her eyelids. Tears were for sissies. She sucked it up, hugging Cyn with one arm and flung the other around Jason, her hand in the middle of his back. It was where she could reach him. He cuddled her as they did an awkward shamble to the bonfire that Kevin had built, the heat washing over her like a wave of comfort and serenity.

  Too brief.

  Her peace was too brief.

  CHAPTER 8

  Seattle

  Pierce and William had deemed her ready. Ready for travel, ready for the final leg of their journey.

  They were headed to William's home coven in Seattle.

  Julia was ready too. She only had the smallest amount of guilt. After all, if Julia was truthful with herself then she'd have to wallow in it. The memory. Explore it. Reconcile that it was not William and Pierce who'd killed Jason. That they'd been too late to stop it from happening.

  She would not let sentiment cloud her plan.

  The memory began to play out like the nightmare it was. Julia felt the heat begin at her toes and roar up her body like she was a lone tree in a forest on fire. Her heart was beating rapidly, her palms sweating, and her breath coming in great whoops. She had to calm down.

  Now. Before she had a full blown panic attack. That always got the full attention of the vampires.

  She didn't want that.

  Ever again.

  Julia slowed her breathing, shoving the horrible memory down in the well of her subconscious. It would come again, it always did, in the silent and unguarded moments of her wakefulness. It would surge forward like the tide to shore. She waited until her hands had only a fine tremble then picked up her bag.

  Turning, she looked one more time at her temporary home. She sighed, closing the door behind her. Julia suddenly realized what day it was.

  Over a year since her precious Jason had been ripped from her life. Torn from her soul, leaving it within her body, shredded.

  She moved down the hall, seeing the two runners who waited so still against the exit.

  Waiting for her. Their prize.

  But not for long, Julia thought, covering her smile with an effort.

  She moved forward and they fell into step beside her, leaving the house behind them forever.

  *

  Imagine the logistics of traveling with vampires. If it hadn't been her reality, Julia would have thought it was funny as hell.

  But it wasn't funny.

  They had
driven up the highway to the Anchorage Airport, gotten on the plane (the red-eye flight taking on new meaning) and flown the lonely journey to Seattle.

  She had a small window of time in which to escape them. They were already in the city where the coven was located. How to shake them before they arrived? Especially when William's blood was still in her body. Diluted but there, like a pulse. It would be a navigation tool.

  Julia caressed her bag, the hair dye and change of clothes she had planned hidden inside. She smiled. It might work, but only if Pierce was the one that was nearby. If it was William, all hope was lost. She had another lapse of guilt, thinking back to her conversation with William on the plane.

  *

  William looked at her and Julia became interested in her hands. “You seem tense,” he said as a statement. Pierce looked up at them sharply, then away.

  At least they hadn't insisted on sandwiching her in between the two of them, that would have been awful. Julia purposely loosened her tense hands and laid them flat on her thighs. That was all she needed, William detecting something.

  She met his eyes, the palest gray, striking against all that black hair. He gave a little smile and she realized she'd been staring. Her palms dampened and she resisted the urge to rub them on her pants. “I am,” she answered honestly, knowing it would ring of the truth. “I mean, I've been with you for a year and now, I have to be with a bunch...” she looked around the tight confines of the airplane, “of you,” she finished in a whisper.

  William's eyes narrowed and Julia didn't squirm, she wasn't one to just keel over because someone had an emotional moment. She could hack it. “We have gone over this many times, Julia. They will welcome you. You shall be safe, protected. No more running, no more mystery.”

  She nodded. Julia knew what he'd said. She even felt that he believed it. But she'd been there that day on the beach, she'd seen what it was. How they were with each other, her.

  The Were.

  She shuddered, thinking of something else.