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Revenge of the Wolf

Chapter 3 – A Stroke of luck

No One's POV.

Time: The present.

For several minutes, Jadelyn sat back and casually filed her nails, as Jade emotionally and totally broke down in a mass of tears and almost unhuman wailing.

After hearing Jade wail the 20th, "Tori, I'm sorry." Jadelyn, shook her head and quipped, somewhat acidly.

"Ok, you're sorry, we get it. Not that she can hear you anyway."

"Fuck you!"

Jadelyn scoffed. "Oh…we're back to fuck you again. Look, let's face it, you've hit rock bottom. I've been there, lying there with the shit kicked out of you all busted up inside, it's not fun. So now, you have exactly two choices, you can lay here blubbering like a 2 year old, or you can start to put yourself back together. But, to prove I'm not totally unsympathetic, I can give you a bit of good news."

Jade wiped her tears, desperate for some good news. "What?"

"Fiona and your twin girls are perfectly fine." Jadelyn said with a rather callous smirk. "Beck, your Beck knows the real story and he's been keeping tabs on the home front where he's secretly keeping Julia and Valentina informed. Tori's parents have temporarily moved into your home to help care for them and they are well guarded by several local werewolves at all times. They felt that keeping the girls in a familiar environment, would help. Your parents have been helping as well. And to answer your next question, Fiona is sad and upset her mommies aren't coming home and the twins are babies, so they don't really care. All they do is poop, eat and do disgusting baby things, god I hate babies, at least other people's babies, but I digress… good news."

Good news it may be, but Jadelyn's attitude only managed to enrage Jade. "You rotten wench, just wait until I get out of this bed and I rip your heart out."

Jadelyn, not looking impressed replied. "Blah blah blah…I'll rip your fucking heart out…..Just as long as you remember, you broke this and only you can fix it."

Time: about 3 weeks ago.

Jade's POV.

As much of a bitch she is, Jadelyns right. I did break this, I broke me, I broke everything.

The party had gone fine, Tori sang to much applause, we chatted with wizards and danced and had a wonderful night.

On our way home, I mentioned the brochure I had picked up, advertising the photography exhibition.

"Ganz himself will be there in 2 nights. I'd like to meet him and see his work. How about we have a nice romantic dinner and go to the exhibition."

Tori quickly tilted her head and appeared to think, though exaggeratedly so. "Hmmm…..lets see. Just you and me, nobody trying to get your attention, I don't have to perform, will attention, money and affection in copious amounts be lavished on me?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes and if you please me….I'll be in the mood."

"That's blackmail Vega!"

"Call it what you will, I want attention, money and affection…."

Tori just wanted some extra attention and personally I can't blame her. With a laugh, I responded. "Fine, you're on."

When we got home, we arranged for another night out in 2 days. In fact there was nothing more than a night out alone with Tori that I wanted anyway and I'm always willing to lavish attention, money and affection on my girl.

So two nights later, we dressed up again and I drove us out to one of the most expensive restaurants in the area, where we had a wonderful and romantic candlelit dinner. I gave her a new and expensive diamond bracelet and we had a wonderful time. I was in such a good mood, I only gave the waitress a semi hard time. I have a low tolerance for stupidity of waiters and waitresses.

Once dinner was done, we drove up to the swanky Maitland art gallery for the photo exhibition. The photographer himself was there, so it was a bit of a swanky affair. In one corner a small Jazz trio played soft music and a cash bar was available.

For a short while we held hands, walked about and quietly admired the various photographs on the walls. Actually I admired the photographs, mostly cityscapes and Tori only marginally seemed interested. But we were together and that's all that mattered.

After about half an hour we'd seen about half the pictures and decided to take a break. While I went to the bar, Tori used the ladies room.

Several minutes later I was patiently waiting by the the bar, with a martini and one ready for Tori, when I spotted her looking at a photograph near the bathroom.

She's my mate and I can sense how she feels sometimes, especially when the emotions are strong. We're more in tune sometimes than others. Looking over at her, not only did I notice she was looking at the photo with an almost pale look, but I felt something. She was feeling apprehensive and nervous.

Forgetting the drinks I quickly walked over and put my arm around her.

"What's wrong baby?"

Tori looked at me with a pained look. "It's her."

"Her who?"

Tori then pointed at the picture in front of us. Looking at it, I could see it was a color picture of a woman standing in the doorway of an old European style building. Notable about the building was that it had a distinct blue door, with the carving of a dragon on it.

The woman herself was well dressed and at the moment the photo was taken adjusting a green shoe. While the photo and the pose of the woman itself were nice, it was the woman's face that stunned me.

"Blondie!" I cursed.

The face was unmistakable and belonged to the blonde woman who had been in charge of the kidnappers that had taken me nearly a year ago. We nicknamed her, blondie. When Tori, Claire our werewolf friend and Sara who was Julia's apprentice rescued me, they encountered her in the room with me and briefly caught her. But she proved to be a wizard and managed her escape, not before setting the timer of a bomb which destroyed the building.

We had barely made it out in time, and made chase. We perused her to an industrial area, where I waited by the car, as I was pregnant. Tori, Claire and Sara cornered her in an area with several large tanks filled with propane. Having nowhere to run, she appeared to surrender and placed her hands against the side of one of those tanks.

We of course wanted answers from her, but the wizardess had one final card to play.

It was a spelled called, "The burning"

She cast the spell and the girls noticed that blondie's hands and face started to glow red, as if on fire. It was a spell that literally would cause the body of any wizard who cast it, to heat up to super-hot temperatures and burst into flame. Those flames will eventually burn the wizard to ash. It's nicknamed the suicide spell, as once cast, there's no way in stopping it. It's a spell that is considered dark magic and the wizard council forbade its teaching centuries ago.

Well, blondie cast the spell, with her hands against a tank of propane. Naturally her super-heated hands caused the tank to heat. Tori, Claire and Sara barely made it out in time, before, the whole place blew to hell.

However as they ran, they did hear blondie shout two things. "For you my love." And "all for you."

Blondie had cast it primarily to cause an explosion that would utterly vaporize her body. We would be unable to identify her and thus leaving no trail to follow. She also cast it, in attempt to take, Tori, Claire and Sara with her. At least in that respect she failed.

As mentioned before, all attempts to investigate the kidnapping or the people behind it turned up nothing. Everyone remotely connected with the crime turned up dead. Whomever was behind this, besides being a wizard, will stop at nothing, including murder, to cover their tracks.

It was frustrating, horribly frustrating to know that whichever piece of dirt, kidnapped me and replaced me with a demon disguised as me would get away with it. But here she was, photographed seemingly exiting the building and presumably heading to the limo that is parked in front of the building.

"We got her!" I said with an evil smile, as the wheels in my head began to turn.

"Got who Jade? Her? Or don't you remember she blew herself to kingdom come."

I heard what she said, but ignored her as I walked over to the Kurt Ganz who happened to be walking by.

"Mr. Ganz, I'm very interested in this photo. Could you tell me more about it?"

The 34 year old German photographer, walked over to he photo and after smiling at Tori, looked to his work.

"Ah YesMiss Green shoe. Do you like it?

"Yes." Replied Jade. "What can you tell me about the photo itself, where it was taken and when."

"I took the photo about 2 years ago. I was in Prague on a rather gloomy morning, looking for something to shoot. I came round a corner and saw that building. The door itself initially caught my attention. But as I raised my camera to shoot, that girl came out and I got her in the shot. Perfect pose."

"What happened to her?"

"I would have liked to get another shot, but she got right in that limo and it drove off. It was about 7 in the morning and she looked to be in a hurry. Late for work or some appointment I guess. She never even noticed me across the street."

"Can you tell me where in Prague this was taken? Do you know the address of this building?"

"Not exactly as I was just wandering, but it's in or very near the city district known as, old town. Do you know this woman?"

"No, not exactly. But I want to know more about her."

Ganz shrugged. "I'm sorry I can't be of more use."

"Can I get a copy of this picture?"

"Yes, if you stop at the desk in the rear of the exhibit, you can buy prints of any of my photographs."

"Thank you." I said dismissively as I turned my attention back to Blondie or Miss green shoe as she's called here."

"Jade?" Came the somewhat annoyed tone of my mate. Tori hates being ignored, almost as much as me.

Not wanting to waste a second, I grabbed her hand and yanked her to the desk where I could buy prints. Tori kept asking what was going on, but I was on a mission.

At the desk, I shelled out $300 dollars for 3 different prints of that photo, all in different sizes.

Only when I had the prints did I turn my attention to Tori, who by know was quite annoyed.

"Jade, what's going on? Ok, there's a picture of her, so what. She blew herself up."

At that moment, I was of one mind, one purpose and nothing else mattered. Grabbing Tori's hand again, I hastily pulled her to the exit. "What's going on? Vega, we're going to find that door. Come on, we've got lots to do."

The chapter title comes from the song, "A Stroke of Luck" By Garbage. Again the lyrics of the song, relate to the chapter itself.

So we're further into Jade's retelling of who she ended up as she did. The picture was discovered and now Jade is hell bent on her new course. One that will ultimately lead to disaster.

Jadelyn of course is right, Jade has hit bottom. She can either lay down and die or get up and start to fix things. But can she, with Tori missing?

But she has the smiling and acid tounge of Jadelyn to help her cope…but with help like that, you many not need a building to fall on you. But that's Jadelyn for you.

So please review, tell me what you think of the story so far. More story, more Jori and some really big and fun surprises to come.