Confessions of a Killer

2 Dragons Breath

Charlotte:

Shock barely registers in my brain. The enormity of the revelation almost too much to handle. Damien's entire countenance radiates so much misery, his arms once holding me close, hang limp by his sides, defeated. Amber orbs shifting downwards in shame, his jaw clenched as I shifted positions, my own head nearly giving me whip lash as I look between the two men in disbelief.

I feel the wet trickles of tears slowly cascading down my cheeks as I stare at the enormous man I had once been so in tune with. His hair, no longer military short yet only about a foot longer, wavy dark locks marginally obscure slate grey eyes widening as if in disbelief. A small bruise marred his sharp cut jaw line, yellow and healing. His strong build shook with a tremor as those cunning eyes raked over me. I drank in his presence like a refugee finally finding water after hours of dehydration in a hot desert.

The dark clothing he wore looked comfortable, sensibly tight for one who is often physically active. Those same sizable combat boots he always wore before adorned his feet. Under a zipped dark Car-hart jacket with sleeves rolled up over massively flexing forearms, his giant fists clenched, veins popping over hard muscle. His eyes hooded, despair blanketing his features as he took a step back, looking away and shaking his head as if clearing it.

This man before me looked just as desolate as the man I am leaning against. I cant believe what I am seeing. I had been so in love with him and broken to pieces when he had died, and yet...

Jasper...oh my fuck... he's alive!

Elation fills me like a balloon about to burst. My limbs trembling as I try to stand, air explosively exhaling out of lungs that had forgotten how to work properly.

I can't move though.

I can't breathe in again.

Is this another trick?

I peer over at Damien, who in turn faced me. Pleading with him silently that it isn't a lie, a dream. That I'm not seeing things.

His lips curve up slightly. Amber eyes remorseful.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Movement shifts the air around us, my side turned cold where Damien had been moments before. The sound of Damien's back hitting a tree resonated in the small area we had taken sanctuary in has me gasping, watching as Jasper growls. One large hand held Damien by the throat, pinning him to the tree, the other held a lethal looking dagger to his captives chest, ready to strike.

There's no way this is real.

I watched Jasper die. Held his hand as the light left his eyes. This has to be another hallucination, right? One of my dreams turned nightmare. Any moment now I will wake, find myself back in my condo, filled with the disastrous anxiety that leeches at my soul and brings me to my knees. The only way through it is physical exercise.

Though its nothing like my usual nightmares. Any pleasant dreams I can scarcely remember, much less postulate an outcome like this. Mated? To Killian's brother? Shifting? If I hadn't already done it I'd think myself even more crazy than before.

I can sense Damien's emotions though. No fear at the dagger slightly dipping into his chest, a trickle of blood seeping down his abdomen. Only acceptance, a sense of underlying principle as he acknowledged the man before him, gently prying Jasper's hand away from his throat. Amber eyes somber with regret as his thousand yard stare locked with mine.

Jasper never got mad like this. He didn't get jealous. He doesn't yell like he is now...

He doesn't... present tense. As if he is actually a person before me and not a figment of my imagination. How is this even possible?