Chapter 3
William
Willie was in his workout clothes, jogging in place when Aunt Jazz went into his room. "Willie, we need to talk," she said. "Talk, I'll listen," he said as he switched to squats. Aunt Jazz sighed as she said, "Willie, I know how angry you are. Do you think that I don't feel the same way? But you need to learn to control it. That rage you have, it could be a weakness the way you have it now. You need to temper it." The two of them were quiet as Willie finished his squats. "Temper it!? What the Hell does that even mean?! I need my anger, anger makes me stronger," Willie said, and lightning crackled between his fingers as he spoke. "It blinds you to everything else, I'll prove it. Put away the lightning and come at me," Aunt Jazz said. She took off her coat and got into a fighting stance.
"I'm twice your size Auntie, I'll crush you," he told her. "Prove it. If you hit me, we'll never talk about this again. If I can toss you three times, then you'll start listening to me," she said. Willie came at her with a strong haymaker punch. Aunt Jazz dodged the punch and grabbed Willie's wrist, and used his own momentum to trip him and slam him on his back. "You've got tunnel vision, you're too focused on hurting your opponent and not enough on anything else. What if you need to rescue a hostage, or save civilians?" Aunt Jazz asked as Willie got back up. The teen was slower this time and went for a jab before trying a round kick. Aunt Jazz grabbed Willie's ankle and pulled him until he was doing the splits, then she quickly twisted his ankle until Willie's face hit the floor. "You control electricity, one of the most chaotic of all the forces of nature. If you can't control your emotions, how can you control your power? What if you lose control of your electricity and kill an innocent person?" Aunt Jazz said as Willie got up again.
Damn it, I forgot that Aunt Jazz was a freaking judo blackbelt. She's been fighting ghosts almost as much as Dad, and she's known martial arts longer than me. Damn it, she's right, Willie realized. "I get it, you're right," Willie told her. "But what do you want from me!? Until two weeks ago, I was more worried about Dad…and Cammie…" Willie looked away, trying to stop his tears. "Willie," Aunt Jazz said as she hugged him. "Why us?" he asked. "Why do we have to be the ones to suffer? Grandma and Grandpa were humiliated for years, and then after finally getting the respect they deserve, they were killed. Dad struggled for years to protect the Earth, and he lost his eyes, and then Mom… Why us?" Willie said. He let the tears out, he didn't want to let his anger out any other way. He was so angry he could feel the electricity building inside of him. If he didn't let the tears out, an EMP would have exploded out of him.
"Willie, our family has always strived for greatness. That path has always been filled with thorns, millions of people have died trying to become great. You're right, it isn't fair for us, but it's something we must bear, something you need to be strong enough to bear. Danny isn't here, unless Integra steps up then they won't know about Cammie. Everyone is looking to you and Morgan now, they need you now more than ever. You two are an entire army unto yourselves, everyone knows that. I wish this wasn't the way it was, if I could, I would gladly take your place. But I can't. But I want you to know something," Aunt Jazz said. Willie looked at her and his Aunt smiled as she reached up and patted his hair, "You two aren't alone in this. Me, Tucker, Valerie, Cammie, Integra, and Seras are all there for you. We'll be there to help you, always." For the first time in a while, Willie managed to smile.
There was a knock on Willie's door and Aunt Jazz said, "Come in." A short African American woman in a white suit and wearing white sunglasses came in, "William Fenton, The Guys In White would like to talk to you."
Seras
Seras and Integra were in the bedroom, under covers and not talking much. After she had recovered, Cameron had run straight to her room while Integra had asked Seras into her room to make sure she was safe. It was different this time that they had made love, Integra was more…careful, caring more for Seras's pleasure than her own. That had been thirty minutes ago, for the last half hour Seras and Integra had been quietly holding each other, not really saying anything. It caught Seras by surprise when she realized that Integra had fallen asleep. The Draculina quietly got out of Integra's bed and had her shadows reform her clothes before merging with the shadows to head back to the dungeons. Alucard was waiting for her.
"How are you feeling?" he asked. "Better now," Seras told him. "I would suppose you would after all that our Master did with you," Alucard said. Seras thought she heard a hint of jealousy in his tone. "How has Cameron been?" Seras asked. "She hasn't left her room, I've heard her crying there," Alucard informed her. Alucard then said, "Seras, you need to become stronger. Our enemies are much stronger than the dogs we've faced yet. As you are now, even if you were armed with your Harkonnens, you would perish. You know what you must do." Alucard raised his lips to his mouth and opened a vein, "It's right here, waiting for you to take it, to seize what is yours." The scent of Alucard's blood was…intoxicating. She could smell the power flowing through his veins, it could be hers…
"Not right now, Master. I need to make sure that Cameron is alright," Seras said, then knocked on Cameron's door. "Cammie, it's Seras," she said, "May I come in?" Seras could hear Cameron's breathing on the other side of the door. She sounded scared. "…ok…" Cameron quietly whispered, if Seras wasn't a vampire she never would have heard it. "Are you coming, Master?" Seras asked as she opened the door. "This is not my strong suit. I'll leave you to comfort her. But, I will do what I can if she comes to me," Alucard said, and went to his own room. Seras closed the door behind her, Cameron's room was pitch black inside. Cameron was sitting in a corner, curled up in a ball.
"Oh, Cammie," Seras said as she went to her and gave her a hug. "Seras, I- I'm so sorry," Cameron tearfully said, bloody tears streaking her face. "Come on now, it wasn't your fault, Integra ordered you to, you had to obey her orders," Seras tried to console her. Cameron shook her head, "You don't understand, I wanted to kill you. The whole time, as we were fighting, all I could think of was 'kill her, kill her, kill her'. I-I lost control. I could have killed you if I hadn't fought just as hard to hold back." Cameron hid her face from Seras and the older Draculina had to think of what to say. This power of hers is truly frightening. That whole time I thought we were even, but she really was holding back. Seras hugged Cameron tighter and told her, "It's going to be alright, Cammie. You're still yourself, you still fought that urge. Do you hear me? Please, look at me."
Cameron lifted her face so Seras could look her in the eyes. Seras cupped Cameron's face between her hands and kissed her forehead. "Believe in yourself, Cammie, believe in the good that's in you. Don't give it up. I know that you're strong enough to control your power. Just believe that you can, this power is yours, you are its master," Seras told her. Cameron wiped away her tears and uncurled herself as Seras helped her stand up. Cameron hugged Seras back and said, "Thank you."