Arooo….8

I walk through the doors but actually slow up enough to take Justin’s hand and use him to sort of shield me from the aura thing the mana boosting thing I’d been doing that fang has obviously been using as well.

None of the other Were’s I’ve met have been even close to this either and he’s ding this slow inhale through his nose thing that is obviously him doing some kind of magic or wolf magic.

I’m really trying hard not to be attracted to him but it’s really hard because of nature I guess and power maybe and as much as I’m scared sorta semi sick to admit to it I think I might like men a little.

“Justin can you get the doors?” I ask.

He does this wrist twisted gesture and I can feel the power in the air almost scent it and the two doors we passed through get pulled in with a slam.

Oh…that was a little yay?

Fang doesn’t rise to the occasion instead he heads over to a very nice looking bar and starts pouring things. “You’d fancy a drink?”

“Please.”

“And your friend?”

“I’ll have three fingers of the bottle of Jameson’s if it’s not too much trouble your highness.”

“No trouble, not yet. Well missy you’re stirred up a lot of trouble not haven’t you. The mage house guilds are all up in arms about the two of you and there a bounty to have you turned over.”

I walk and find a chair to sit in, he’s not playing. Fine… “Honestly I couldn’t give two shits what they think because the mission I’m on for my queen is bigger than all the history and infighting and flea scratching being done over here.”

He turns and walks over passing me a Guinness with a great scent in it and the scotch to Justin who’s still standing.

“Those are bold words.”

I look at him and he does this I am too cool sit/lean on the edge of his desk. We’re locking eyes and he’s still doing this mana thing were he’s trying to do something on me but instead of blocking it out I let it in and I feed it right into that spot where Kelly dying because of this shit is. Whatever he was doing dies in there.

“I’m here tracking Templars and accessing the Were situation your highness…we’re all under attack.”

“Under attack…from what the Templars? They wouldn’t dare.”

“They have dared and more they developed a bio-weapon that was built to kill us with the Were gene and they have used it and it does work.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fuck you then, you have overseas contacts…you make the calls and ask, it’s not a secret I’d imagine anymore.”

He gives me this glare and moves from his casual seating to the bar and gets his own drink and he picks up a phone and he’s talking in something Slavic that I don’t understand.

I sip mine…oh…not bad werewolf Guinness…a bit of deer blood in it and pureed raw liver? I think I like it even though before I changed it’d have been a bad thing to adulterate the Guinness for whatever reason. It’s hitting my need for a drink and my carnivore side at the same time.

He lowers the phone and he stares at me.

Then he kills his drink.

I know that look, that’s the look of someone in command that just found out some really nasty horrible news.

“Okay….”

I raise an eyebrow.

“So Erica…I get why you’re here but can you tell me all of it?”

“Yes, Fang…”

“Timothy.”

“Timothy?”

“Tim please at this point.”

“Okay Tim, at this point there is no point to bullshit or to play games. I’ll tell you everything I know but I need your help.”

“My help?”

“This is going to be a big war…not the little supernatural battles but this will be the whole hell rising kind of thing.”

“They have that much with these weapons?”

“Worse?”

“Worse…The Templars are trying to raise their god out of hell.”

“I’m not following.”

“Lucipher wasn’t the only angel cast out so was Asmodeus who was one of Luciphers hands. One of his generals and they are working to bring him back…There is a gemstone here that was part of his power base here in London and the Templars have it here in the city.”

Justin coughs. “That’d be a soul stone something here filled with remnants of his powers from before he’ll use that somehow to bridge over.”

Tim looks at him. “An that’d be?”

“Anything really it depends on the resources of the Templars.”

I look at both of them turning in my seat to do so. “According to my queen he’s been using them to infest the people that are crazy or desperate or bent enough to make a deal with him and he’s raised one demon and made another from an addict as well as suborned a kelpie…The Templars had an elf with them under their sway in the fight where the bio-weapon was being made.”

Tim scowls. “The fae aren’t going to be happy wit that.”

I look at him. “From my understanding the Fae are paranoid isolationists and control freaks they made us the way we are to fight as a buffer race between their lives and the darkness but they want to insist on controlling us.”

He’s frowning. “Erica there were laws and agreements made.”

“Yes, yes and if we don’t play by their rules they’re going to try to take us out but that’s not washing anymore because they’re stuck in this too and by the fuck if they think the Templars are going to just target us….then they’re being fucking deluded. They’re next.”

Justin nods. “It’s like nine-eleven and the normal world. Everything changed when it happened and the United States lost its mind.”

I shake my head. “No…we think that’s all related.”

Tim nods. “Killing off people in the name of terror or fighting it is a great cover for the war that they have going on with us and even the fae. It’s a good excuse to explain the bodies.”

I nod and drink some more of mine. “Even the current politics are distractions and even attacks. I’d imaging the radical right wing has ties to the Templars. They’re stoking the fires of hate and if not them then the demons allied with Asmodeus too.”

Tim’s looking at me. “So your queen’s going to break all the rules and covenants?”

“Yes if she has too, I’m a Navy Seal in war you use whatever you have to, to survive. You don’t think that they haven’t been building to this and knowing that if we played by the rules that we’d be toast? If Stevie had played their silly games then we’d be likely dead, dying or being targeted for it.”

“I’ll have to call the tribes together for this.”

“Do that, we need to get our shit together and with the strength of us banded together then we can sit and talk some sense into the fae and the guild houses here and we can start to take the fight to them.”

I get up and look Tim in the face. “In the mean time while they’re gathering I need to find that priest and that stone and take it out before there’s an infestation of this green eyed demonic bullshit here.”

Justin kills his drink. “We’d appreciate some fighters too for cover and support…he get’s enough people under sway and infected their souls and energies will be pouring right to the bastard in hell and we really don’t need that.”

Tim stares at the floor, and then rubs at the scruff on his face. “Aye, okay we’ll do that and if it’s going to be breaking the laws then it’ll be on me….” He looks at me. “I really want to meet this girl queen of yours and see what kind of girl it takes to turn the world on its ass.”

I smile at him. “Tim she’s not trying to turn the world on it’s ass she’s trying like mad not to have them spin it off it’s axis…she’s trying to save us all.”

I look him in the eyes. “Stevie is the kind of leader that if you’ve ever been in the military that you have always wished to be fighting under.”

He holds my eyes for a minute there and he’s older than he looks but then so am I and we’ve both been through shit and he can see just how serious I am.

“I’ll show you to the library while I get your team together and make some calls if there’s anything you need for gear and equipment just ask and I’ll try to get it.”

“Thanks, clothes and a meal first and then I’ll make a list of things I’ll need….Justin?”

“More scotch, some food and some new clothes other than that time and rest.”

“I’ll try to get all of that, this way.”

Tim leads us down a hall that’s attached to this room and into a large old library. I can smell old books, and lot’s of other things that has me on the edge of sneezing. I get a chair by this old oak table and take a seat and Justin’s staring and looking around after Tim leaves. It’s all very wolf centric in its designs and its art and stuff…this is a really old library.

“We better get started Erica.”

“What?”

“This is the library of the Were here in the UK I’m guessing his highness let us in here for a reason so we’d best start looking for all the information that we can find.”

“Oh…right…well you’re the scholar where do we start?”

He points to shelves that are locked behind silver bars. “That looks like a good start.”

“Okay…”

I really hope we can trust Tim and that he’s not in someone’s pocket.