Alright I know it's kind of been awhile…. I'm so sorry for the wait but Senior year is kicking my ass lately I'm trying to knock my classes out but I'm not really up for the job! But with no more delay here is Chapter 11! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Night World, L.J. Smith does.

Chapter 11

Will watched her once again from the shadows. She was radiant. At this very moment she was singing, her sweet, soft musical voice sang a Christmas song to her little sister while Sam was assisting.

The little girl sitting in Sam's lap was smiling so widely that her jaw must be hurting but she didn't seem to mind. She kept it up and tried to sing along with the two other girls.

Will found himself smiling. That night there was family, friendship, love.

Suddenly he frowned, those were good things he didn't have. Hadn't experienced. And it wasn't because his older brother had never done things for him, for goodness sake; he had found Blaze just last year.

The fact that Will didn't know him long or well enough disturbed him but didn't really mask the trust he felt toward him.

Blaze was the kind of guy to inspire trust but Will was still careful. He knew his brother wouldn't hurt him in any way. If he wanted to he had enough chances to do so already. Blaze was older and therefore stronger. And he had Powers.

They both had been born with different abilities. Stronger that any normal, every-day vampire or shifter but when it came down to Blaze and Will, the first was far, far better to both control and power.

Blaze could teleport, something Will could not do, and he could also do something else... Something Blaze would not share with him. Will had his own special powers. Hunter was glad when he found out that his grandson was telekinetic and that he could control the shadows around him. Will wasn't sure if he liked his grandfather's attention and he was glad that Blaze was sparred because he was sure that if Hunter had gotten him even if he wasn't his grandson by blood he would have used him. Just like he used everyone else.

He wasn't really mad at the Circle Daybreak when they killed him, or his mother. Damn him but he gave no quarter. His grandfather was cruel to him and only saw him as a weapon and his dear mother never did a thing to stop him. Always hanging at the back, not getting involved.

He had never felt loved. Not until Britt. She didn't know it, but he had searched her mind, she was confused and a little scared but her feelings were already forming the Soulmate Principal and all that, and he had sensed that the same thing was happening to him too. And the scary thing was that he actually liked it.

He was deep in thought that he hadn't noticed Britt walking toward to where he sat until she was practically standing next to him.

"Hi." She said, her voice a sweet whisper.

"Hello Brittany."

"Britt." She smiled. "I go by Britt, that's how everybody calls me."

"Britt then." He smiled at her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked hesitantly.

"I wanted to see you." He said before he could stop himself. "And I wanted to ask you a few questions." He added quickly.

She smiled but didn't comment and he knew that she knew exactly how he felt.

"What do you want to know, Will?"

"I want to know about your first dream."

She nodded slowly. And then she started walking toward the garage.

"Come in here or Sam might see us and then I'll have a lot of explaining to do." She said.

"Don't worry about that. Give me your hand."

She hesitated, and he was about to ask what was wrong when she spoke carefully.

"Well… if I do. Will it happen again?"

"What will?

"You know, that thing, that I was pulled into you head?"

"How am I supposed to know?" He said calming with a shrug, he was surprised to notice that he didn't mind if it happened again. "Go ahead and we'll see."

He smiled he felt calmer now that he was talking to her. And he knew she would answer every one of his questions not because he forced her to or because she was scared but because she wanted to.

"Hmm, okay." She said and took his hand.

Nothing like what had happened before occurred but the pull was still strong and it got stronger as his hand closed around hers. The urge to take her in his arms and kiss her was almost unbearable.

His control was breaking but he willed himself to summon up around him the shadows, he wasn't concerned about her friend but he knew Quinn and James were near. He looked at her all the while and he saw or rather felt her understand and absorb ever detail and sensation of what he did.

"I didn't know vampires could do that." She whispered.

He smiled. "They don't. I'm not just a vampire, Britt."

I know. You can shapesift. Because of your dad. Her lovely voice whispered in his mind.

Then why are you surprised? He said to her in the same way.

I don't know, it… seems incredible. It's just that, she never mentioned any hybrids. She paused. That's what you are right? A hybrid?

Yes. I suppose you could say that. He paused too. How is, she?

My grandma. When I heard the word lamia and the whole witch, vampire, shapesifter thing I knew I've heard it all before, they sounded familiar. She took a deep breath. And I had memory flashes all night yesterday. She signed and for the first time today he noticed she looked tired.

Suddenly that overwhelming urge to kiss her came back stronger than ever and he gave in he wanted her to forget about everything for a while and just feel.

He leaned in close and stopped inches before his lips touched hers. Asking silently her permission and when she didn't move back or reacted in any other way he whispered.

"Close your eyes, Britt."

Her eyes lashes slit close and he covered the rest of the distance between them and he kissed her.

God this was nothing like Luke. Not even close. She scolded herself for thinking about Luke again, especially when Will was kissing her.

Luke didn't belong in this moment. I was just Will. And the way he kissed her. His lips at start brushing lightly against hers and then harder.

Moving in their own volition her arms wrapped themselves around his neck bringing him closer. And he responded, his own arms wrapping around her waist, hugging her, protecting her in his embrace.

Seconds melted into minutes, she wouldn't mind spending all morning kissing him. She never wanted it to end. She never wanted this flying sensation to end. She felt like gravity no longer held her down, her mind once again connected with his but this time there was no fighting it.

He didn't attempt to and neither did she. She wasn't really surprised by everything she saw but she still couldn't excuse under any circumstances the horrific things that Will's grandfather, Hunter did to him.

Or how not only distant but absent, his own mother was. His was truly alone.

But not anymore, it scared her to think about what that particular reaction to be there for him and to comfort him, meant. Well at least she knew what it was. She was trying hard not to think about it and not to explore that specific feeling, she didn't know how it was possible to feel that way already but she had learned her lesson the first time, now she was looking out for her heart.

Then Will let go of her lips and kissed his way down to the base of her throat. As she was able to take a deep breath and fill her lungs with fresh oxygen, she shivered.

Will continued to kiss her neck, only the barely brushes of his lips on her skin than made her tremble. Yeah nothing like Luke, well nothing like she'd ever experienced before. As he brushed his lips right over her throbbing pulse she felt his fangs elongate and nib at that point but not hard enough to make blood flow. She knew that to do something like that he would ask her permission first.

Of course I would. He was surprised that he meant those words; Britt wasn't naïve to believe he had never killed and in his memories she could still hear the faint screams of that girl he had fed on the night Sam had came home. She had experienced everything through his memory, but she knew that at this point he was ashamed of all of his previous actions and that he had never particularly liked before either when his grandfather was raising him but he was forced to do so because if he didn't the consequences were not something he enjoyed.

He wanted to be better and he wanted to be worthy. Not just her but worthy of the respect of other Night People. Not feared and worshiped by those who were scared of him like Hunter, but be surrounded by family.

Are you alright? He asked in her mind, he clearly had missed all of her apprehension of his feelings and innermost desires, and she was grateful for that. She had the sense to realize that if he had heard her he would shut down all of his emotions and distance himself from her to protect his vulnerability.

I wouldn't take your blood without your permission and I'm really not here for that. Britt smiled if he had come here just to kiss her, she was fine with that.

I hadn't planned to do that either but you keep surprising me. He said and his mental voice sounded a little wondrous to her.

You surprise me too.

He took a deep breath and just held her close to him just looking into her eyes. She hadn't really expected that but all he did was, hold her and smile. A nice true smile that made his electric blue, at the moment eyes shine. A dazzling color that she hadn't seen before in her whole life, which meant that she had no words to describe it.

Would you like to tell me about that first dream of yours? He asked quietly his voice in her mind colliding with her own thoughts. That first one that I didn't dream. With that guy, Phil.

It didn't feel the same way as the second dream did. I didn't feel your presence and I didn't recognize you. It was more like a vision of something that happened than a meeting of minds like the second one. She stopped. She didn't know how else to explain it.

I understand.

You sound skeptic.

Well it's not common for a human to have visions. Of the future or the past. Even with witches and psychics it's not an every day thing either.

My grandma used to say to me that as she slept, holding my mom in her arms and hamming softly she would fall asleep and see her future. I can't believe I'm actually saying this but right now it wouldn't surprise me if it wasn't just a story to put me to sleep.

Interesting. Can I see your grandmother?

Um, see her or talk to her? She asked.

He laughed softly.

"See her, just see her, don't worry."

"Why?" she asked she spoke the same way he had, out loud and was surprised to find her voice a little hoarse.

"I'll be able to tell if she's something more just a human."

"You think she's not…" she took a deep breath. "…just a human?"

When he just looked at her she shook her head to clear it.

"Come on then." She took his had and started to lead the way. She knew that he covered them both with his ability to manipulate the shadows around him and she also knew that if she let go of his hand her cover would blow away. And that wasn't a good thing for both of them. Being so connected with Will's mind she was aware of the fact that James and Quinn were near, she could practically feel the two vampires lurking in the shadows cast by the trees and she knew that if she was now found with Will everything would turn upside down.

They obviously were on different sides. And Will wasn't in the right one. Not that he didn't know it, but he didn't want to lose his connection with the High Society and the Counsel because he was trying to find his father, the only family he had left. Apart form his brother.

You have a brother? She asked as they walked silently toward the house.

Yes, half brother. His name is Blaze. You might meet him sometime. He stopped and Britt heard a low, a bit amused but otherwise dead voice in his head.

Ah, I really have to meet that lass.

Or maybe not. Will said and Britt laughed.

It's not funny. I don't trust him. Yet.

But you do. That's what scares you. He keeps secret, yes. But you trust him.

Will signed. You're right but still…

He stopped short in the middle of his protest.

Britt looked away from his astonished expression and looked at her grandma, who had just walked out of the front door and stared right at them. To her surprise she smiled and nodded to Will. And then she walked back into the house. Britt was shocked still, but she felt Will's arms coming up to pull her close and kiss her forehead.

"Now it all makes sense." He said out loud she leaned on him to keep standing because her feet had suddenly stared to shake all over.

"W-What makes sense now?" she asked.

"I should have figured. I mean you're strong."

"What is it?"

"You are a Weald."

"A Weald?"

"A Weald witch." He suddenly barked a laugh.

"You're a close descendant with the Harmans. Don't really know how many generations; after all I am not a full Redfern."

Wait. Slow down a little bit. I'm a what? She spoke in his mind because she didn't trust her voice.

A witch just like your grandma and probably your mother.

My mother?

Will's head looked up and stared at the hallow street.

"I'm sorry" he said and then before she could act, he had her in his arms and he was running away.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he put her inside a black car.

"Somewhere safe, I promise you. Trust me." He said and then walked to the driver's side and got in.

Britt wondered if she was making a mistake especially when all she wanted was to turn around and ask her mom if whatever Will was claiming was true.

"Damn it." James muttered.

"Why?" Phil asked.

"Did you even listen to a word of what I just said?" James said if it was possible more annoyed than before.

"Yeah, you said "damn it"." Phil shot back.

"I'm pretty sure he meant, what he said before that." Quinn said calmly, placing his hand lightly on James's shoulder, holding him back and stopping whatever answer was going to come out of his mouth.

"Um…" Phil tried to think back but couldn't. His head was filled with pictures of Sam. Britt's best friend. Quinn's mouth gave a little quirk upward like he knew precisely what he was thinking but fortunately, no one seem to notice.

"She left with him, Phil, Britt left with him." Poppy said coming to sit next to James.

"More like he took her." James said under his breath but loud enough so everyone heard him.

"Are you sure?" Phil asked.

Quinn moved next to Rashel pulling her close to him.

"We saw them leaving together, we're expecting the others to come this afternoon, maybe they'll be able to locate them."

"It was really weird though, we were there the whole time, when Britt left the house we saw her but when she reappeared again William was with her." Rashel said, taking over Quinn's explanation.

"How about Sam?" Quinn said, watching Phil closely.

"Who's Sam?" James asked.

"Her friend, Jamie," Poppy said "the dark haired one."

"Oh, right." James's face flashed with recognition. "What about her?"

"She might tell us more about Britt." Quinn continued. "If she thinks her friend is in danger."

"Are you suggesting telling her the truth?" Poppy exclaimed, Phil thought she sounded a little shocked. Well he was shocked himself, but he wanted to see her again. He didn't know or understand why Quinn would mention Sam but from the vampire's expression Quinn had seen right through Phil pretence. But he wasn't going to say anything out loud.

"I agree." He said. Which made every head in the room turn to look at him, except Quinn's of course. James, Poppy and Rashel gnawed at him, Quinn on the other hand wasn't surprised at all. "What? If anyone knows anything, that she might be keeping secret, that's her best friend."

"Great. Let's do it." Quinn said and James cursed.

"Isn't that breaking the Law? Poppy muttered and then under her breath whispered. "Not to mention totally unfair for someone to be given such a burden to carry?"

"In the situation we're in right now… It doesn't really matter." James answered her placing a kiss on her forehead.

"What doesn't Jamie? The Law or messing up her life?" Poppy said locking her eyes with that of her soulmate.

"Like I said at this point… both." James said and then turned his attention back to Quinn.

"Let's do this."

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