Hey guys, so someone asked me if they had to read the other books to understand this story. The answer is no. I try and explain as much of background from Feehan's actual books to help you understand this story. However, it probably would help if you have read the series. And it is a great series anyways so I would suggest reading it:) Ok well enjoy. And please REVIEW! :D
Chapter One:
Sight
It was the way she walked through the sea of people that caught his eye. She walked with confidence but held her head tilted down like she was unaware of her own power. It was as if she was oblivious to the men who stared. They stared with good reason too, God even he was starring at her; and he never stares, it gives you away. He wasn't some horny, drunk guy in the club looking for a quick lay; he was here on a mission. Top sent him here to find the person who had vital information in their case against Dr. Whitney, Jason preferred to call him the mad scientist.
The doctor had gone mad years ago, probably had been crazy from early childhood. But he was smart and knew how to hide. He had connections through the military and political realm that ran all the way up through the White House. His physic experiments turned into pure madness around the time he started forcing his super soldiers to have sex with his first group of subjects, women who he bought from orphanages around the world when they were only toddlers. Frankly, if Jason was honest with himself, it started way before then. Whitney experimented on men in the forces to become super soldiers for the military; all for the good of the country of course. But every one of those men volunteered for the physic and physical enhancement; the women didn't.
They were babies when the doctor doped them up. Jason had seen some of the training videos. The ones of the girls, when they were only four or five, having to do horrible and painful physic and physical exercises over and over again. While the girls shook with pain and cried out for help, for love, the doctor just stood behind the glass and took notes with his smug little smile.
It was sickening to watch. All the GhostWalkers were banning together to bring him down. They have been presenting their information and proof of Whitney's deranged experiments on the men and women to their commanders and it was finally starting to be noticed by the upper ranks and political scene. The ones who had funded the doctor in the first place were starting to see that their precious scientist was plain mad. Unfortunately, the doctor still had his connections. People in the military and political sphere that followed his "patriotic" views and still viewed him only as the pure genius they all know and love. His followers helped him go underground after one of his compounds was destroyed. And as if that wasn't enough, there was now someone in the White House who wanted all the GhostWalkers dead. Apparently, somebody wanted to cover up their mistake of trusting Whitney and get rid of his dangerous 'creations'. That is why it is so important they get all the information they can get on Whitney. The sooner they destroy him, the sooner they can breathe.
Jason knew how important it was to get the information from the informant and get back to base. So why was he now so distracted by a woman? He doesn't look at women like this. Sure he has had his share of one nighters, but that's all they were. A way to relieve frustration, nothing more. He never once noticed the way their hips swayed as they walked or the way their hair shone golden under the lights of the club. But he just couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. He followed her with longing eyes as she walked across the room to the bar. She sat down with ease and ordered a drink without even looking at the bartender. It was obvious her mind was somewhere else. Jason took notice of everything about her. The way her black jeans hugged her small round butt and slid tightly down her muscular calves. He noticed how she wore black combat boots, real combat boots; not those fake fashion things that women seem to like these days. No, hers were steal tow, waterproof, heavy weather combat boots. His eyes moved up and noticed the way her hands laid restlessly on her lap, her fingers intertwined and fidgeting. That was the only sign that she was uneasy. He noticed she didn't wear the latest fashion trends. Her shirt wasn't a hundred dollar shirt, instead a simple black band t-shirt with the Guns & Roses symbol across it. She definitely had great taste in music. Surprising, considering she couldn't be more than twenty. He followed her hand as it ran through her hair. His eyes lingered on her long, golden brown mane for a moment. He could picture himself running his hands through it and actually felt its softness in his hands. It was so easy to imagine grabbing a handful of her beautiful hair as he made love to her over and over. Holy shit what was wrong with him? He doesn't fantasize about women and he sure as hell didn't make love to a women; ever. He has sex, pure unattached, hard sex. He felt an odd shudder run through his entire body when she licked her lips after taking a drink. Get it together man. You're here on a mission, not to stare at some girl like a crazed, hormone run teenager. But that's exactly what he was doing. His eyes continued to stare. He lingered on her lips and noticed every little thing about them. They were perfect, a little pouty and rosy. He knew that she would be a great kisser just by looking at her lips. His eyes wondered up her face. He liked how her cheeks weren't so shrunken in, like many of the girls in LA these days. It seemed that all women wanted was to be skinny. But she didn't have that unhealthy skinny look to her that so many others had. She was fit and had an hourglass shape. Her hips were pronounced and just perfect for a guy's hands to grab, his hands. His heart nearly stopped when he noticed her eyes. They were big and brown and every time she turned her head he saw a gold streak run through them, almost like a cat. There was knowledge in those eyes but also pain. It was plain to see that she has seen and experienced things no one should have to in her short life so far. They were almost too big for her small face but they were so beautiful it didn't matter. A guy could easily get lost in those eyes, and if Jason was being honest with himself, he already was lost. He stared right into them feeling like he was looking into her soul.
He heard his own lethal growl deep in his throat as two drunken guys began to make their way over to her. One sat down on either side of her. The one with the messed up hair and smug smile spoke first, but it was the one to her right that made his demon growl. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat. He could tell that his quiet, shy act was just that, an act. He let the other one be the stupid, horny, idiot, while he sat back and watched, stalking for his next prey. It was much like Jason did when on a mission. Stalking and waiting for the right moment to attack. But this guy looked at women like hunters look at deer, just another animal to play with. It was obvious she was trying to be nice and tell them to leave. Thanks to the doctors physical enhancements, he, like most of the other GhostWalkers, could hear from extraordinary distances. He could hear their conversation from across the room with ease. The drunk through cheesy pick up lines and gave a false life to her, and she saw through it all. He could tell she was getting annoyed and it was obvious she knew about the one behind her; Jason could tell by the way she was sitting perfectly strait. She knew her threat wasn't the horny drunk in front of her, but the silent one behind. The moment the drunk was stupid enough to try and touch her leg Jason was up. He moved across the room with such fluid ease that it was almost as if his feet weren't even hitting the ground. He walked strait to her and put his arm around her shoulders and looked the man right in the eyes. "Excuse me but you're hitting on my girlfriend and I don't take that too kindly", he said with a menacing tone. It came out of his mouth before he even thought. Honestly, Jason was shocked he even said it, but he didn't let that show. He saw the man's fear and shock as Jason stared at him with his cold, dark eyes. He didn't back down for one second as the man swallowed and searched for an apology. He could feel the tension in her shoulders and sent her calm waves as he continued looming over the drunk.
