For the Love of Lana

Chapter 5

Jonathan's plan grew more and more it seemed with each passing minute, he was sure he could get away with it.

Now all he had to do was implement it, tomorrow was the day they wanted the memories from him so he had to do this in a hurry. Jonathan crept up the stairs to Pennington's room, his senses were wide open, it wouldn't do to get caught that was for sure. Finally he was there, he just hoped that the crystal wouldn't need to feed for a while, he could give it some of his but it didn't always listen to him.

In the room he felt his target, above the casket/box he held his hand out. Finished he was starting to leave when an idea hit him, shrugging he figured hell, why not? In another room over a much richer casket he held out his hand and touched the crystal.

Ugh! Jonathan thought such vile, dark evil! The mere presence of it had Jonathan reeling almost in a flight aspect of the fight or flight response. Finally finished he hoped that Pompoff didn't realize that it had been him, plus the fact that he felt for the lackeys they would definitely be punished. Damn it! He could feel the crystal starting to demand for something, finally outside he asked one of the lackey's away for a moment.

Alone Jonathan touched the crystal, the man's eyes grew large then he was bathed in the odd light, moments later only a dried husk was left. Shit Jonathan thought, he hoped that was enough the crystal always demanded different amounts at different times, hopefully he could hide it away forever after this, the evil of the crystal was growing.

Jonathan was afraid that it was going to swallow him in its own plans, no matter how hard he fought against it. Strengthening his resolve, Jonathan pushed everything of the crystal from his mind, at this rate his mind was going to become stronger Jonathan thought, but would it be enough, he sighed.

Making his way back to his office, Jonathan felt exhausted, the crystal always took a lot out of him strangely enough when he recovered he was always a little stronger. For the first time ever Jonathan thought about it, his power had started to increase slowly but steadily two hundred years ago, right after he'd used the crystal. Then again the wild magic had started then also, he had to keep the locks in place. If either council found out, he was dead for sure, even with the power, he'd still be no match for all of them.

Plus he knew his father would help them, always a slave to tradition and the rules. The thing was he had the power to destroy them all but they had experience to escape and then combine their powers, Shit! Anyway he looked at it, he was screwed for sure! Finally he thought after all this time I would be free of all this, the memories, the sorrow, the crystal, I wish I had looked down at that moment as the crystal flared a moment without being touched, had I noticed it I might have been better prepared for the next day and the carnage that would ensue.

Sitting at his desk Jonathan thought he should've gone home to take a nap. Rubbing his Eyes Jonathan felt tired, even more tired than he was back then; there was still so much to do, he still had to meet with the counsel that his father had set up for him. He still had to get all his men into place, only half were ready there was something else going on he felt it, his feelings were NEVER wrong. Concentrating he finally found his cousin, [Raymond, how close? They needed to be there before tomorrow night, that doesn't give them much time.]

[Yeah, yeah, I know keep your britches on. Got over fifty one only a few more now. By the way, I managed to get Ben off that job in Istanbul he said don't worry about paying him, said he owed you a few times.]

Smiling, my mind drifted back four hundred years to the first time I'd met Uncle Ben. Weak and depleted on his way back I'd been researching at the extreme western edge of our land. I was just starting out, just really coming into my power, and I was finally to the point that I could kill with my power. I'd spotted him limping toward our land, when I saw him make the family entrance sign I knew he was kin, he'd barely crossed the boundary when five figures appeared not far behind him.