Wilt and Wither

Chapter 18

I didnt know if I could get out of this. Jackson of course bombarded me with questions that I couldnt really answer.

The Fae didnt take death of their kind gently.

Trust me I know!

Danny and Cole were sitting on the couch both looked up at Jackson and I. I saw it in Dannys eyes as soon as I hit the room. The distrust there was clear. Cole you promised.

What? How do you even-you know what never mind. Have you told him yet. He waited for me while Jackson looked on confused. Really Lucy come on.

I was about to but then stuff came up I just- Jacksons eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What is he talking about?"

"You really haven't told him yet. Honest Abe over here everyone" He shouted to no one in particular. I didnt know why he was so angry.

I didn't want to do this here, I didn't want to ever do this and not because I was afraid, but because he deserved more than the hell this town brought. He deserved to get out of here, go to college, meet someone nice and start a family.

Not this! not ever.

He let go of my hands and I immediately missed them. He deserved better. "Not here, let's go back to the guest house." I said softly.

The betrayal in his eyes was too much what the hell was I so scared of. I should have told him but for selfish reasons couldnt. I didnt trust him with this and I didnt know why.

He sat on my bed looking defeated and hurt. "Tell me everything." He said quietly. No more bullshit Lu please.

I sigh my hands shaking slightly "When we first met I told you I can sense things in beings you know that. I can sense when magic is near I can sense when evil is near."

"Except the beings in this town the demon things or whatever."

"That's an entirely different issue. When we met I could feel something when you shook my hand."

Electricity sparked between our hands. He said quickly. Yeah I know. Ive known something was up with that but you never said anything so I assumed it was nothing. I just thought maybe it was because of what you are.

You felt that too? I took a deep breath and tried to lie that things wouldn't change when I told him. "There is this race of ancient supernaturals they carry this deadly force of magic. It has to be triggered by killing a supernatural creature. Once they do that they become these unstoppable killing machines. Today their called hunters but they used to be called berserkers. Thats what you are."

What? He started to laugh.

"Jackson there isnt anything funny about this."

He sobered at my tone. "Are you for real a hunter what am I Buffy."

"Um you wish but I'm being serious."

He stopped hysterically laughing all in the same breath. "What the hell are you talking about I think I would know if I was Buffy the vampire slayer."

"Would you stop! Only in your dreams would you ever be Buffy. And you're not yet but it's there I can sense it. It hasnt been triggered."

"Are you being serious? Why don't I feel anything? I feel human. How is this even possible?"

"If someone doesnt trigger the curse before they die that magic flows through the earth finding a new host. Ive killed many of them and luckily a lot of the magic has died with the people who havent triggered it. Its like the magic is in a cage and the physical body and soul contain it. You havent triggered."