An American Werewolf in London.

Chapter Thirteen

“Come on in dude.”Jackson said loud enough for Carter to hear. At the sound of the front door opening he got up from his bed and walked to his closet, selecting a pair of black jeans and a red tight-fit hoodie. He looked in mirror, spiking his hair in its normal fashion before making his way into the living room. He could tell by the back view of the person who was sitting on the couch, it was not Carter. The person sitting there had broad shoulders, his muscular build obvious. The male stood up, turning to face Jackson. The guy was easily 6’4”. He was the guy that had just been in Jackson’s dream. It was X. Before introducing himself, X took in a deep breath, looking around the apartment. ”Ellie has been here, hasn’t she?” X asked, tilting his head to the side as he scanned the area. Jackson made sure to not let his heartbeat speed up. Jackson nodded, casually making his way over to the couch. ”Yeah. Last night I was exhausted from the trip so I came home early. She stopped by earlier today to tell me that Carter was going to show me the way to your place. But looks like you found your way to mine instead.” Jackson explained, looking up at X. X stared him down, sitting down after a moment. Jackson sat down across from him, raising an eyebrow. ”So is there any reason we are having this little meeting?” He asked, the sound of X’s fingers tapping against the leather couch filling the almost silent room. He turned his head to look at Jackson, raising an eyebrow as he made his way towards the door as he spoke, his back turned to Jackson. ”You better watch yourself, Whittemore. Derek may’ve put up with your shit, but I won’t. The rules are simple with me. You just do what I ask when I ask, don’t talk to me unless I speak to you first, and one last thing,” X explained, turning to look at Jackson. “You don’t get with any of the girls in the pack. Especially Ellie. If I find out you do anything with her, you’re dead. And so is she.” X told Jackson, his voice low and calm. Jackson nodded, not saying a word to X as he exited the flat. He took in a deep breath, shaking his head as he paced the floor. What if that dream had been some kind of vision? What if X really would kill them? After that confrontation, Jackson knew there was no “what if’s” about it. This guy was literally crazy enough to do it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, throwing it on the couch once he realized he didn’t even have Ellie’s number to warn her that X had already been to see him. He looked at the time, seeing it was just a little past six. He heard another knock on the door, grabbing his phone and putting it in his pocket before answering the door. As he looked at Carter stood in front of him. “Hey, man. I need you to tell me where Ellie is at.” Jackson told him first thing, not giving Carter time to say anything. Carter gave him a confused look. “What’d ya need Ellie so bad for?” He asked, Jackson rolling his eyes. “I need to ask her a question, obviously.” Carter still didn’t look too convinced. “I’m not sure where she is, mate. You could go check n’ see if she’s at the loft she and Lola share.” Carter told him, texting Jackson’s the address. “Thanks.” Jackson said as he shut the door behind him, walking past Carter and down the stairs. He looked through the crowded streets, trying to make his way to their loft. Jackson needed to see her, especially after that dream. Something just felt wrong. After a few minutes, he found himself in an ally way. It was starting to get dark, but the large buildings shaded the ally even more. He heard a soft moan coming from down the way. “Hello?” Jackson called out, trying to find the source of the noise. He walked cautiously, making his superhuman vision kick in so he could see everything clearly. The person moaned again, Jackson could tell they were in pain. This time, it was closer. He looked around, seeing a girl laying in fetal position. He ran over to her, getting on his knees beside her. The girls’ white t-shirt was stained red with blood. “What’s your name?” Jackson asked, an unclear mumble coming from the girl. He gently rolled her over, his eyes going wide. Through the cuts and scratches, he couldn’t make out who the girl was until her eyes slowly opened, meeting his. He knew those clear blue orbs from anywhere.