Hunt for Eternity

Hunt for Eternity

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica


Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica


Dray has tried for three years to forget Shani, it didn’t work. Now she’s back, but the secrets she kept from him before are threatening to pull them apart again. Only this time Dray isn’t willing to bury his head in the sand. To claim his mate, he needs to deal with the man now hunting her, before he kills her.


Dray has tried for three years to forget Shani, it didn’t work. Now she’s back, but the secrets she kept from him before are threatening to pull them apart again. Only this time Dray isn’t willing to bury his head in the sand. To claim his mate, he needs to deal with the man now hunting her, before he kills her.

Chapter13 (v.1) - Chapter 13

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Submitted: March 23, 2019

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Dray nibbled at Shani’s neck, trailing hot kisses to her ear, each one causing a quake of desire to lace down her spine.  But sadly, he had to leave it there.

“I’m hungry mummy,” Anjuli whined.

“I know sweetheart.  We’re going down stairs now.  Are you ready to meet everyone?”

Anjuli nodded her head enthusiastically.  “They have a dog?  Like the one Pa turns into?” she asked.

Dray cleared his throat to stop a rebel laugh from escaping, Shani on the other hand, seemed to have mastered the art of a straight face far better than him in this situation.  “Ah, no.  Tilly isn’t like the dog Pa turns into.  She’s an Irish Wolfhound.  She’s big but skinny, and has grey fur….Most of the time.  Sometimes though, she can turn into a dog much bigger than Pa's dog.”

“What? How?” Anjuli screwed up her nose trying to figure that one out.

“In the same way that your Pa can change from a man into a dog, Tilly can change from a dog into a much bigger dog, called a Hellhound.”

“Really?  When can I meet him?” Anjuli was practically bursting out of skin with excitement at the prospect.

“Her.” Shani corrected.


“Tilly is a her, not a him.”

“Oh, okay.  Come one, let’s go.”  Anjuli grabbed her mother’s hand and started trying to drag her toward the door.

“Not so fast munchkin.  We have something to talk to you about first.”

Anjuli stopped tugging at her mother’s arm, they could see the cogs in the little girl’s brain churning over whether he thought this conversation they wanted to have was more important than breakfast and meeting Tilly.  But, realising she wasn’t going anywhere until they had their say, she stood quietly and waited.  For about three seconds.

“Juli, this is a very big house and it would be easy to get lost here.  I want you to promise me that if you’re not with one of us,” she pointed to herself and Dray, “You’ll stay with one of the other kids that live here at all times, okay?”

“Who are the other kids?”

“Grace and Riley.  You’ll meet Grace this morning at breakfast but Riley is visiting their cousin at the moment, hopefully he’ll be home some time today and you can meet him then.”

Anjuli shrugged.  “Okay.  Can we go now?”

“Not just yet.  There’s something else we want to talk to you about.  It’s about where we’re going to live from now on.  We’re going to stay here at Havenswood Manor for a little while, until our house can be fixed up.  Then you, me and Dray will all live together.  How do you feel about that?”

Anjuli’s lips pursed together and her brow furrowed in thought before settling her gaze on Dray.  “Will you be my new daddy?”

“Something like that,” he told her, unsure exactly how to answer that question.

“Can you tie shoe laces?”

“I can.”

“And, can you find La La?”

“Your missing teddy?  Already working on it.”

Anjuli’s serious face brightened to a broad smile.  It seemed Dray had passed her gruelling inquisition.  “Okay.  Now can we have breakfast?”

Shani leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss, straightening up to receive one from Dray.  Life had never been so good, she thought happily. 

Dray led them along the long corridor from their soundproofed suite to a staircase which led down to a part of the house Shani had never seen.  Rounding a few more bends and following a new corridor, she was starting to wonder whether she also needed to stick with a guide around the house for awhile.  But eventually they reached the laundry, unfortunately startling Holly half to death.

“Don’t be sad laundry, nobody is doing me either,” Holly griped as she folded the mountain of clothes in the basket.

“Ahh hmm.” Dray cleared his throat.

“Oh crap.  Did I say that out loud, sorry,” she said, looking at the three year old staring back at her, covering up her comment with a greeting.  “You must be Shani and Anjuli, I’m Holly, Mrs. P’s granddaughter.  I moved in just recently to help out around the place.  A word of warning though, half the household still have colds so you might want to have a big glass of orange juice at breakfast to boost up your vitamin C.  Although, if I were you, I’d hurry.  They’re like vultures in there at meal times.  You’ll need to be fast or you could end up with boring old cereal.” Holly told them.

“Do you have fruit loops?” Anjuli asked.

“If we don’t’, I’m sure Megan will add it to the shopping list.”

It didn’t take long for everyone in the house to find their way to the kitchen.  They had a dining room big enough to fit a small army, but since the coffee machine was in the kitchen, that was where everyone tended to eat their breakfast.

“Cassie, do you want a hand with that?” Dray asked.

“No thank you, I’ll get it in a minute…Arrrgh, nearly,” she groaned as she put all her strength into opening the jar of honey which appeared to have been welded closed.  “The day I can get a cup of coffee strong enough to open a jar, I’ll be happy.”

“Here mum, let me do it,” Grace said, rolling her eyes as she took the jar.  A quick twist and the lid was free.

Cassie looked down at her nine year old daughter and frowned.  “Super strength doesn’t count.  Besides I loosened it.”

“Sure you did mum,” Grace replied, taking the honey back to the table, letting loose a big sneeze all over Anjuli and Shani. 

“Cover your mouth when you sneeze.  Nobody wants your germs,” Cassie chastised.

“Sorry.”  Taking a seat beside Anjuli, Grace leaned in and whispered in her ear.  “My parents think they’re in charge.  They’re so cute.”

Anjuli’s eyes widened with glee as she gasped in an excited breath.  “Mine too,” she giggled. 

“Okay girls, why don’t you two take your breakfast into the lounge room this morning.  The adults have some things to discuss.”

“Really?  Great.  Can we eat in there everyday?”

“No.  Today’s a treat because you’re still sick, remember?”

“Yeah, I’m very sick.  I can’t go to school.” Grace forced a cough, then a sniffle and hoped for another sneeze but was out of luck.

“Off you go.  Quickly before I change my mind.”

They hadn’t been gone more than a minute when both girls squealed.  In a fraction of that time Dray, Alaric and Abby were all standing in the lounge room doorway.  Tilly sat amongst a pile of fluff and stuffing, tiny feathers stuck to her fur and mouth from the shredded cushions.  Her guilty expression changed the moment she saw Megan appear in the room, seeing her chance to explain.  To everyone else, her barking whimpers were just that, but to Megan it was an actual conversation.

“I’m so glad to see you.  I was sitting on the couch when ‘bang’, the cushions exploded, I could have died.” Tilly told her, doing her best to pretend to be as surprised as Megan and everyone else appeared to be.

“Really.  Why don’t I believe you.”

“I’m a good Tilly, I wouldn’t kill the cushions on purpose.  I swear they did it all by themselves.”

“Right.  And I suppose the fact that you were told not to jump all over our new visitors this morning and scare them, had nothing to do with your need to torment the couch instead?”

“Nothing. Only a bad Tilly would get annoyed and bite the cushions.  I’m a good Tilly.”

“Are you sorry for helping the cushions explode?”

“Very.  Very, very, very.”  Tilly’s head was down, her eyes watching Alaric carefully and her tail swished behind her in a hesitant, slow manner, waiting for the verdict on her punishment.

“Tilly, you’re a bad dog.  You can spend the day outside,” Alaric growled.

Tilly’s tail wagged even harder in relief and excitement.

“Tilly,” Megan’s tone implied chastisement, gaining the dog’s attention.

“That is a bad punishment?  I’m supposed to feel bad?”

“Yes Tilly, you are.”

“Okay.”  Just like that, Tilly’s tail stopped wagging and dropped between her legs as she walked slowly toward the doorway and waited patiently for someone to let her out.  Of course the moment she saw the ducks on the lawn she was back to her normal mischievous self, running and barking as she chased the poor birds.  With Grace and Anjuli hot on her tail. 

“It’s good to see some things haven’t changed,” Shani laughed.

“Too true.  In fact there’s something we need to talk you about that you might be familiar with.  The Thunderstone,” Alaric said.

Heading back to the kitchen, Abby topped up the coffee machine, figuring this was going to be a need for some extra strong coffee.

Half an hour later and an extra milky, vanilla flavoured coffee later, Shani had all the facts.  She wasn’t as surprised about the news as they’d expected.  In fact she seemed to take in her stride very well. 

“Do you think you can help us find it?” Alaric asked.

“I’m not sure.  I didn’t have any luck the last time I was here.  Do you have anything I can use that belonged to Morganna or Scorpion I can use to try to locate one of them?”

“No.  But I was thinking if we take a trip to Fey, maybe Gwynn or Raif might have some ideas.”

“Because the angels say that the Thunderstone is in Fey, that they’re probably concentrating their search there?”

“Yes, and maybe, if we’re lucky, they’re leaving behind some clues.  Some breadcrumbs we can follow.”

“That makes sense.”

“Will you come with us?”

Shani was taken aback, she hadn’t thought Alaric had been asking her to go with them.  “I can’t.  I’ve got Anjuli, and Yasmin is coming here this afternoon too.”  Her anxiety began to rise along with her heart rate. 

“Anjuli is safer here than anywhere else.  And I’m sure if Yasmin is arriving later today, your daughter will be perfectly comfortable here with her close at hand.  Besides, she’s also got Marek.”

“If you’re going to Fey, I’m coming too.” Marek told them.

“Why?” Shani asked.

“I’m still rephaim, I can’t open a portal back to Fey.  And, now that I’m mortal again I wouldn’t mind going back to the land I grew up in.”

“You’re leaving us?” Shani asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“No.  I only want to visit, not stay there.  You’re my family now.”  They were certainly the only family he could ever spend any time with.  Eytan was now out of his reach forever.  No longer having his immortality, crossing into the Valley of Vardin would be a one way trip.  From now on, one part of his family would always be beyond his reach.  That thought saddened him more than he would ever let on, but there was no point dwelling on something no longer within his control.

Shani looked from Marek to Dray and then to Alaric.

“Okay. I’ll go.”

“Great.  Just be on the safe side I’d prefer it if we had a few other people with us.”

“Narayan’s already in Avengard,” Cassie said.

“Sebastian can be back here in a few hours,” Megan told them.

“We’ll need Alex too.”  Having said that, Alaric began dialling him.  There was no answer.  He tried again.  Still no answer.

“He’s being a stubborn bastard again.  We need someone to go down there and get him,” Alaric growled.

“Why not send Saladin, Hawke or Philippe?  They’re already in Oxford,” Cassie suggested.

“Saladin and Teagan are already on their way here, and I think Hawke and Anna need to stay near the club.”

“What about Philippe?” Nadia asked.

“He’s in London watching the Indian embassy.”

“Oh, okay.” Nadia’s disappointment was palpable.  If he picked up Alex from his lab, he’d be coming home with him.  It had only been a couple of days, but it felt like she hadn’t seen him in,…forever. 

“Why not get Oliver to send one of the lycans.  They’re sitting around doing nothing at the moment,” Dray suggested.

Alaric thought for a moment.  They were hardy enough to take on Alex if he decided he didn’t want to come back just yet.  And, even if he electrocuted them with a few hundred-thousand volts, they would probably survive that too.  If they were lucky.  Picking up the phone, Alaric dialled Oliver.

“Damn it.  He’s not answering either.  Who wants to take a walk to the Drunken Duck?”

“I will,” Holly piped up quickly, spearing Brin with a sly smile.  “And Brin will too,” she said, volunteering her whether she wanted to go or not.

“Great.  Tell Oliver it’s urgent.”

“No problem.  We’re going right now.”  Holly’s smug grin made Brin’s horrified glower look comical. 

 Hooking Brin through the crook of her arm, she led her toward the door. 

“I know why you want to go to the pub, you want to see Sanders,” Brin accused.

Holly laughed.  “Guilty.  I also know why you don’t want to go.  What’s the worst that could happen?  Either my brother will see you coming and bolt in the opposite direction, or, the two of you might by some miracle, resolve your differences.”

Fat chance of that, Brin thought.  She’d have to know what to problem was to fix it.


Ky looked around at the people to his left, then his right, all sitting quietly at their tables in the bar.

Who knew what was going on in their lives, either good or bad.  It seemed natural to assume that their quiet anonymity also meant that their lives were equally as sedate, calm.  But, the reality for most was probably far different. 

It seemed though, that even if you thought you knew someone, you may not know the whole truth of their lives.

Take him for example, everyone thought they knew him.  Understood him.  However, they’d all be wrong.  Yes, he was a loner and socially awkward, and he preferred being in the wilderness to being around people, but that’s because he wasn’t given a choice.  Not that he had any intention of sharing the intricate details of his past, not even with his family.  What was the point, it wouldn’t change anything. 

“What’s your poison?” the barman asked.

“Poison?” Ky asked confused. 

“A drink.  What do you want to drink?”

“Do you know how to make a shandy?  I tried one of those recently and I found it very tasty.”

“Sure.  It’s a beer mixed with lemonade.”

Ky smiled.  “I want one of those,….without the beer.”

“So, you want a lemonade?” the bartender asked in a bored tone.


The barman looked the seven foot tall wyvern up and down. “I’ve got something that’s better suited to your stature.  Want to give it a go?” he winked.

Ky raised an eyebrow curiously.  “Sure.  What have I got to lose.”

Reaching below the counter, the barman retrieved an unlabelled bottle filled with a cloudy amber liquid.  Half filling a glass, he topped it up with lemonade. 

“There you go, a Jimbo special shandy,” he grinned.  “Well, what are you waiting for, bottoms up,” he encouraged when Ky picked up the glass but only stared into it.

Ky looked from Sanders to Jim, then downed the glass in one go.  It tasted malty and sweet.  Then a second later his throat started to burn like it was on fire, which was saying something, considering he was a dragon who could breath real fire.

“Argh, what is this, 97% proof rot gut?” he spluttered.  What have I got to lose? My stomach lining for one thing, my liver for another, he thought, as he coughed hard enough to dislodge a lung.

“It’s an acquired taste,” the barman laughed. 

“Clearly you don’t know a good anti-freeze when you drink it,” Marcus told him as he joined them at the bar, patting Ky on the back until he stopped coughing.  “Jim, that was cruel.”

The barman shrugged.  “He looks like a stout sort, thought he could handle his liquor.  Clearly I was wrong.”

“Just give me a regular shandy.” Ky demanded in a raspy voice.  “Without the beer,” he emphasised.

“Right.  One lemonade coming up.”

Brin opened the pub door and waited for Holly to enter before following.  It was barely eleven in the morning, far too early for most people to be out drinking.  Of course the lycan military weren’t most people.  Temporarily relocated to Cadley and ordered to stay near their Alpha’s place of residence, a.k.a. the Drunken Duck pub, what was there to do except, play pool, watch sport on the giant flat screen, and drink. 

As the door closed behind them, it took a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the dimmer light.  By then they had crossed half the room, heading in the direction of the bar.

Lined up along the bar were half a dozen of those hunky lycan military men, each one seemed to be more good looking than the last, Brin thought as she walked to the far end.  Heading directly toward a couple of familiar faces, her brother Ky, and Gary Sanders.

Oh, crap!  They weren’t alone.  Marcus was with them. 

Did she turn around and leave?  No.  She was here to deliver a message to Oliver, and that’s what she was going to do.  If Marcus had a problem with that, he could go suck eggs. 

Sucking in a deep breath, Brin held her head high as she passed each of those hot military men, trying to focus on how good they smelled, how strong they were, how good they would taste if she covered them with chocolate and licked them clean.  But it was a futile mental process with no outcome.  She was going to have to give her libido a pep talk, or a spanking, she thought.  It didn’t make sense that not one of these gorgeous men could raise her heart rate even a bit, whereas another highly aggressive, domineering military man at the end of the bar had her virtually certifiable whenever she saw him. 

Yep, she needed a spanking.  Preferably from Marcus.

Nope, wrong.  She needed a straight jacket, she corrected herself.

Likewise, Holly also needed a straight jacket for her own apparent attraction to another surly character. 

Reaching the end of the bar, Brin greeted her brother with a hug and nodded a greeting to Sanders, then stood back to watch Marcus’ face scrunch up in a contemptuous snarl. 

Okay, this was probably a bad idea, she decided.  Stepping aside from the group she stood with her back to the landing at the top of the staircase which led down to Oliver’s family’s residence beneath the pub.  She didn’t realise that Claire Harlow was currently rushing up those stairs with an armload of boxes which blocked her view. 

Neither one saw the other until it was too late. 

With a yelp, Brin went sprawling forward, tipped off balance she had no control of where she landed.  Which unfortunately for her, was Marcus’ lap.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t see you there.  Are you okay?” Claire asked, putting her armload of boxes aside. 

“I’m fine Mrs Harlow,” she reassured quickly.

“She had a comfy landing,” Holly laughed at Marcus and Brin’s matching horrified expressions, which quickly shifted into matching scowls at her comment.

Brin needed distance from Marcus, and getting up off his lap would be a good start, she just couldn’t get her legs to obey.

Grasping the edge of the bar, Brin lifted herself up with Marcus steadying her from behind with his hands gripping her firmly at her waist. 

She covered the resulting shiver with a roll of her eyes, as if his very presence annoyed her, when in fact she could barely breath from the intoxication it caused her.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he said sardonically.

“Bite me!” she snapped back.

Strangely, that’s exactly what he felt like doing to her.  Well, not him exactly.  The wolf inside him.  He couldn’t remember the last time his wolf tried to usurp control of his actions without provocation.  And it wasn’t just a little playful nip his wolf was interested in either, it was the aggressive bite of a male holding his mate beneath him in the throws of hard, frenzied sex.  Instantly that uncomfortable prickling of arousal in his balls turned into a blaze of heat and need.

“Not until you’ve had your rabies shots,” he snarled.

Brin hesitated, considering whether or not she should respond to the insult.  She drew in a long, melodramatic breath.

“That wasn’t very nice.  Do you know what I called the last person who was so rude to me?”  Marcus raised an eye brow but didn’t answer so Brin filled in the silence.  “An ambulance.”

“That’s my girl, you tell him.” Holly slapped her on the back and saluted her by skulling the drink the Jim had just placed in front of her.  Whether it was actually hers or not, she didn’t really care.

“Holly, you’re my sister.  You’re supposed to be on my side,” Marcus growled.

“Face it little bro, until you start treating Brin with some respect you’re never going to get in her pants.”

“She wishes, but she can just keeping dreaming.  Brin’s the last person I want to unload my massive pleasure injector into.”

“Your what?” Holly almost fell off her bar stool laughing.

She is right here you know,” Brin griped.  “And, by the way, the feeling’s mutual.”

“Hey buddy,” Ky said, putting his arm around Marcus’ shoulders.  “You’re in luck, I’ve got something in my pocket that’ll fix that mark on your forehead right up.”

“What mark?” Marcus asked, his brow furrowing curiously.

“This one.” Ky said, shifting his grip on his shoulders to become a head lock and delivering a blow right between the eyes, dropping to him like a sack of potatoes in a dazed heap on the floor.

“Ky, what the hell did you do that for?” Brin demanded, although she couldn’t help the slightest smirk.

“You’re my sister and no one speaks to you that way.” Ky fumed, anger bringing out his inner dragon.

“Hey Ky, don’t suppose you want to adopt me as your sister too?” Holly asked, staring at her semi-conscious brother on the floor.

From behind the bar Jim was laughing so hard he had to wipe away his tears.  “I knew you were a stout sort.  You want another shandy?”

“Is everything okay here?” Oliver asked as he reached the top of the stairs with another arm load of boxes. 

“Fine.  Everything is just fine.” Brin griped. 

“It’s my fault,” Claire apologised.  “I didn’t see Brin standing there and knocked her over when I came up the stairs.  We decided to clean out our cupboards down stairs after we heard about the rat incident at your place yesterday,” she said, segueing the topic.

“Let me guess.  Somehow that set off Marcus’ foot in mouth disease we’re so accustomed to when he’s around Brin, and one of you two,” he speared Ky and Sanders with a questioning look, “Decided to give him a lesson in etiquette?”

“That about sums it up,” Sanders nodded. 

“So what brings you girls down here so early?” Oliver asked. 

“Alaric’s been trying to contact you and you haven’t answered your phone, so he sent us over with a message for you.” Holly said.

“Sorry, I’m not to sure where my phone is at the moment, there’s a bit of a mess down stairs,” he said glancing at his wife who just smiled sweetly at his annoyance.

“So, what’s up?”

“Alaric’s taking Shani to Fey this afternoon to look for the Thunderstone, they think they might have a lead on how to find it.”

“He wants us to go with him?”

“I’m not sure.  He wants you to call him.  He also wants to know if you could send someone to get Alex from his lab at Oxford Uni and bring him back.  He’s not answering his phone either.”

“That can be arranged.” 

“I’ll go Oxford.” Sanders volunteered.

“I’ll go with you,” Marcus quickly added, now sitting up but looked like he was still seeing a few stars flashing through his vision.

“This is a one man job.” Sanders told him.

“It’s a long drive to Oxford.  You never know when a rabbit might run out on the road.  You might need back-up.  Those rodents can mess up the tread on your tyres, you know.”

“Nice try.  You’re staying here. That’s an order.” 

Marcus glared at Sanders, then shot Oliver a pleading look, hoping that as Alpha he could overturn Sanders’ command.No such luck though. 

“Don’t look at me.  If you were a civilian I would say yes, but you’re a soldier and he’s your commander.  Suck it up son, you’re staying.” Oliver grinned.

Sometimes Marcus really hated his life. 

Collecting his keys from the bar, Sanders patted down his torso, checking all his concealed weapons were accounted for.  As he did so, he watched Holly, who watched him back with interest.  The kind of interest that makes a guy hot and sweaty.

Another time, another place, he thought as he walked away.

Holly couldn’t keep her eyes off him.  He was like a predator on the verge of attack, barely able to restrain the power coiled in his tightly wound muscles.  Muscles which bunched and rolled beneath his skin as he moved. 

And he was gone.


She was this close to proposing to him.  Not marriage, of course.  Sex.  Straight out horny, sweaty, grunting sex.  Her luck really sucked. 

Marcus too watched Sanders leave the pub, climbing to his feet he turned to the bar.  He really needed a drink.  But, as he turned, Ky, Holly and Brin were all staring at him and he changed his mind. 

“Fuck this.  I’m outta here.”


Alex’s phone rang.  He didn’t bother checking the screen to see who it was, he already knew.  Alaric, his overbearing brother-in-law.  How did he know this?  He had his ringtone set to Darth Vader’s imperial march.  In fact he had ringtones for everyone in his family, and extended family.  His favourites, besides Darth Vader, were Sherlock Holmes theme song, from the TV series, not the movies, which played whenever Dray called, the X-Files theme song for Teagan, and his absolute favourite was the ringtone he’d set for Saladin, which just screamed out “Arsehole calling!”.  He usually let Saladin call at least twice before he picked up just so he could listen to it again.  Of course, when he heard, I wanna sex you up, he always picked up, that was Abby’s ringtone.  Well, he picked up every time except for today.  He had work to do and he didn’t want any distractions, not even sexy ones.

“That’ll be the phone, again.  Aren’t you going to answer it?” Alex’s under-grad assistant Chris, asked grumpily.  He liked the Darth Vader ringtone, it was catchy.  He’d praised Alex for his choice the first time he heard it, and still thought it amusing when he’d heard it the sixth time.  However, after having listened to the tune almost non-stop for the past hour, he just wished Alex would answer his damn phone to make it stop.  Until this very moment he never would have believed that Darth Vader had any power to torture someone off the big screen.  Now he knew different.

Then the ring tone changed to a generic ring.

“Hmm, that’s interesting.” Alex stated, sparing a glance at the screen on his phone.  Caller ID:  Blocked.

“Aren’t you going to answer that call either?”


A few minutes later police lights began flashing, their red and blue lights reflecting off the alley’s walls below Alex’s lab, and in through the window.

“I wonder what’s going on?” Chris leaned over the bench to get a better look out the window.  “I think they’ve found a body wrapped in black plastic in the dumpster down there,” he gasped, both excited by the prospect and feeling guilty for being excited.

“It looks that way, doesn’t it,” Alex grinned. 

A moment later there was a knock on the lab’s door.

“That’ll be the door,” Alex said.

“Do you want me to let them in?  It could be the police.”

“It’s not.  And, no.  I know who it is and he can stay out there.”  The kid may not have super hearing, but Alex did, and he recognised the crusty mumbles on the other side of the door.

Chris looked at his mentor, silently questioning his reasons. 

“Oh, alright let him in.” Alex huffed. 

A moment later the heavy footsteps of booted feet stepped across the threshold. 

“Alex, you wouldn’t happen to be responsible for what’s going on outside, would you?” Sanders asked gruffly.

“I might have had something to do with it.  Why, do you have a problem with that?”

“That depends, did you kill the person you dumped down there?”

“Pfft,” Alex waved away the accusation.  “There’s no body.  But yes, I did dump it down there.  I did a clean out of rubbish this morning and instead of just putting it in a rubbish bag willy-nilly, I decided to be creative, see what people would do if it didn’t look like a bag of rubbish.  So, I tied the bag up to make it appear that it contained a body.”

Sanders rubbed the back of his neck as he shook his head, not even trying to cover his smirk.  If anything, he was jealous he hadn’t thought of doing it first. 

“You know you’ve created a shit storm down there, right?”

“Yeah, interesting isn’t it.  Why are you here?”

“You haven’t been answering your phone.”

“I know that.  I’m busy.”

“Well, you need to un-busy yourself and come back home, ASAP.”

“What part of I’m busy, didn’t you get?” Alex replied, going back to assembling an intricate looking mechanism.

“Whose the kid?” Sanders asked, spearing the under-grad with a fierce stare.

“I…I’m Chris.  I’m helping Alex with his work.”


“Why?  Um, because he’s one of the smartest people I know,” he said, hoping his high praise would earn him a few extra brownie points.

“I agree, Alex is one of the smartest people I know too.  But, being around Alex when he’s testing out his good ideas, is like being around a five year old with ADHD, whose just drunk a double espresso and is holding a box of matches.  It’s a disaster waiting to happen.  The aphorsim on his lab coat should’ve given you a clue,” Sanders told the nervous looking kid, who read the back of Alex’s coat which read in big bold letters: In my defence, I was left unsupervised.  It was an affirmation of his thought process, not an excuse.  Being without a conscience, Alex never felt the need to apologise.

“Yeah, I already figured that out.”

“And you’re still working in his lab, why?”

“Because I’m flunking Electrodynamics and Alex said he’d organise for my professor to give me extra credit if I helped out in here.”

“I’ll give you some advice.  Study harder.  You may not live long enough to graduate if you keeping working with Alex.” 

“I’m beginning to think you’re right.”

“Then why are you still here, don’t you have somewhere else to be?  Scram.” Sanders told the kid gruffly.  The kid didn’t need to be told twice, he grabbed his books and was gone.

“Ye of little faith.”  Alex said, shaking his head with mock disappointment.  “People said Beethoven would never be any good at music because he went deaf, but did he listen? No.”

Sanders propped his fists on his hips and squared his shoulders to face Alex.  “Your science experiment is going to have to wait.  Alaric needs you to go on a field trip to Fey, he’s taking Shani there to hunt down Morganna and the Thunderstone.”

Alex dropped the ionising rod he was holding and turned to face him.  “Why didn’t you just lead with that.  Come on let’s go.”

And just like that Alex headed for the door.

“Aren’t you going to turn all this stuff off and pack it away safely?”

“You can do it.  Just switch everything off.  Ahh, except the machine that’s beeping.  Without a constant power supply, the electromagnetic field suspending the antimatter inside it will begin to degrade and it will probably explode.”

“Part of me wants to ask why you have antimatter in your lab and how you got it, but the other part of me thinks that whatever your reason,” Sanders pointed to the harmless looking cylinder with the flashing lights.  “Would be more disturbing.  So, I’m just going to leave that hornet’s nest be.”

“Very wise, but I’m working on a device to counter the portal device Morganna has,” Alex explained anyway.

“How many variations have you already tried?” Sanders asked.

“Not enough.  I’m working on a basic concept of quantum mechanics of the universe, that there are a billion particles of matter and anti-matter in equal parts with a single anomaly particle left over which is a mutation.  This mutation then causes the development of something new that can’t be duplicated except via the original particle.” Alex told him.

“In English?”

“It means, I have to find the one-in-a-billion anomaly that will counteract that device.  I’ve reproduced the portal device dozens of times so far, each time I’ve tried a new variable but so far I've had no luck.  The only variable I can’t reproduce is Ahriman.  When I first made the device I was sharing my body with Ahriman.  That could be just an incidental coincidence, or his higher vibrational presence could have been the anomaly that made the device become active when we first tested it.  If he wasn't the anomaly, maybe Morganna did something to the device we didn’t know about when we were still building it, I don't know.  What I do know is that I need to discover the anomaly, without it I can’t reverse engineer it to build something that will counteract the one Morganna has.”

“And if you don’t?”

“We’re all fucked.”

“Not if we get the Thunderstone before Morganna.”

“Exactly.  Or if find Morganna and get the portal device back.  Come on.  Let’s go.” Alex told him.

“What about turning off the rest of your equipment?”

“Um,…”  Alex thought about that for a second.  “Don’t touch anything, just leave everything as it is.  It’ll be fine.”

Sanders’ eyes rounded with concern at the statement but he didn’t argue.  Closing the door behind him he hurried to catch up to Alex. 

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