Lover Destined
Chapter One
"Look who's here."
Gabrielle didn't know if she should take that as a compliment or an insult. All she did was drop her duffle full of clothes and suitcase filled with non-clothes on the floor and collapsed on the bar stool. She had booked the first flight out of Wyoming at ten p.m. and just arrived in Caldwell around seven p.m.. Since the bar hadn't opened just yet, she took this opportunity to close her eyes from a few seconds before looking up at her friend.
It had been five years when Gabrielle left and now she was back because Sam called her for help. Now her friend had to have a big reason to contact her since she made it perfectly clear she wanted be left alone.
"Care to explain why you called me so late last night?" she demanded.
Sam placed the cup he was cleaning on the counter and poured some whiskey in it. Taking the cup and downing the drink in one gulp, Gabrielle shoved the cup across the counter and waited for her friend to start talking.
"We have a situation."
"Care to define situation. And if you say this is a lesser problem, I'm on the next flight back home."
Sam understood his friend's situation. The very reason why Gabrielle left Caldwell five years ago had to deal with a race of hunters who hunted vampires. Because of unwanted attention, she left the life she developed in the city and refused to come back. But Sam was given little choice considering the circumstances. There were things going on that only she could do.
Walking around the counter and taking a seat next to Gabrielle, he raked his hand through his brown hair and took a deep breath.
"Things between the Black Dagger Brotherhood have heated up over the years. Lessers have been popping up more than usual and we got two new parties in the area."
"Hold up. What do you mean that there's two parties?"
Sam nods up to the ceiling. "I figured you didn't have a place to stay. You can use the spare room upstairs. It has a bed, stove, even a bathroom. I already have boxes filled with reports for you to be updated on. But since you want some info right now, I'll give you a tiny summary. Only a month after you left, Wrath took his place as king."
"Fuck."
Before Sam had time to continue, Gabrielle reached over and pulled out the whiskey. Not bothering with the cup, she drank right from the bottle and waved for him to continue. She was so going to need this drink if she wanted to make it through this.
"Nearly all the Brothers have shellans and Rehvenge has taken over the sympath colony as its rightful king. That's all the info I'll tell you about the vampires. As for the new parties, there's a group known as the band of bastards. From what I gathered, they came over from the Old Country and have been challenging Wrath for his throne."
"Who's the leader?"
"A male named Xcor."
"Fine. I'll read up on them and see what they have planned in the future. Now what about this other party?"
"About that. I think it's best that you start reading up. All I know is that they're a group of brothers who've been hunting lessers and have been avoiding the Brothers. Besides the lesser outbreak, these brothers are the reason why I've called you."
That was all Sam got to say. Someone knocked at the door and the two peeked over to see that the employees were showing up. Since that was all Sam was going to tell Gabrielle, they got up from the stools and went their separate ways. Gabrielle collected her bags and took the back way that led her to the room upstairs.
Everything Sam told her was true. The room was slightly dusty but livable. The first thing she tried was the electricity and sighed with relief when the lights flickered on. Dumping her bags on the bed and testing the water, Gabriel mentally checked off water and pluming before taking the first box. Scanning through them, she decided to start on this group of brothers Sam called her for. Going through the first one only to see it full of the Brotherhood, she continued until she found what she needed in the last box.
Taking it to the bed and jumping on top of the covers, she jumped around on her knees until she was at the center and dumped the folders right on her lap. Snatching the first folder and opening it, Gabrielle's heart sped up a bit. For a second, she thought she was looking at a fellow soldier who went through war. The male's dark gold eyes held horrors that tore the greatest warriors from the inside until nothing was left. Since Gabrielle and Sam had been part of the same unit that had been stationed in Afghanistan, she now understood why her friend called her.
He wanted her to see this male's future.
Going through the Intel that was on him, the male's name was Nightmahre and he was the oldest of four brothers. He favored a sword than a gun and always led the attack on the lessers. He was always the one in front in all the pictures and held himself like any warrior of the vampire race.
Gabrielle didn't need to read more about Nightmahre. She knew her task at hand. Just like her father and his father before him, she had the ability to see the future of any individual and her mission for the moment was to see this male's future.
Reaching for her duffle, she pulled out a small box and lifted the lid. Pulling out a stem of white sage and lightening it with a lighter, she blew out the fire and waved the smoke towards her. Whispering in Algonquian, she called upon the spirits of her people and closed her eyes.
With the picture of Nightmahre in her mind, she looked into his future.