this is part 2's prologue,

[joanne]

tho I need Michelle to show me where we are going to write book 2

Fantasy Island- book 2
Prologue
“There’s a storm coming” Dylan sniffed the air. “I’m needed” Unspoken pleas, a sense of trouble. “Will you trust me?”
“OF course.” Although why?” Mia shrugged. It was an inner feeling. “With my life”
“Thank you” he kissed her gently. Felt an even more overwhelming sense of what? Doom? No, thankfully. But turmoil. Great turmoil. He was needed. But from Mia? He took a deep breath and linked.
Not coming from her. So it had to be family.
“I’m going to have to close up here and go to the main house.
“Mia, I can’t explain, but I need your trust. And would like you to come with me. And accept.”
He waited for her answer, not realising that in his anxiety, he didn’t even try to link. An unbidden voice floated “You are choosing Dylan. And choosing wisely.”
“OK.” ‘Wow what a strong smell magnolia. Nice I like it.’
Dylan started. So she smelt it too. Very interesting, but no time to digest at present. Later, when hopefully he had time to decide what it meant. But for now.
“Come on, “he took Mia’s hand. “Much as I love seeing you like that- it’s definitely for my eyes only.”
‘Oh GOD! I didn’t realise. I look- well, wanton. And I want to be. But not for everyone to see!’
Mia blushed and Dylan laughed, amazed he could feel so carefree. “There’s clothes upstairs. And then we need to move before the storm hits” Conventionally he hoped. He thought Mia had had enough surprises already, and there were bound to be a few more before the night was over!
Before they were half way back to the main house the wind and rain was so strong, Dylan had a hard job keeping the quad bike upright.
Oh Jacen, he thought grimly, you idiot. Although in all honestly, it wasn’t really Jacen’s fault. As a dream maker he was second to none, but as a mortal? Hmm! As well, there was the fact that to a dream maker, strong personal emotions, especially love, played havoc with their skills if not truly nurtured and accepted. No wonder things had been going wrong.
An especially hard gust of wing gripped the bike and turned it around. Decision made! Dylan took hold of Mia.
Hold on love- and believe”
Mia wasn’t sure what she was to believe in! The wind seemed to get even stronger, if that was at all possible, and she shrieked, as she felt herself move upwards.
“Dylan what the?”
“Just believe. In me! In us!

Christophe was weary. He knew that soon, very soon Dylan was going to have to make his choice. In his wisdom, Christophe, felt Dylan would choose wisely and well. But, he had to make the decision freely without any others influencing him. But it was hard very hard, to stand back and wait. He knew he wasn’t very good at waiting. As a loud crack of thunder rolled around the island, Christophe smiled to himself. Neither was Jacen.
This was getting too big! Too complicated, Christophe acknowledged. It would be unfair to ask Dylan to intervene in any way. He was too bound up in what was going on. And having to come to terms with changes to himself, whatever the outcome.
The only answer he could think of was Harmony. So be it.
Satisfied, Christophe listened to the thunder and rain, noted the increasing wind, and knew before long things were going to get VERY interesting. Secrets would be revealed and identities exposed. For better or worse he had no idea.
So Harmony? It had been too long?
The answer came back immediately. WE agree. Yes!

Bastian knew his immediate future had just taken a turn for the worse! A rather elegant turn if the woman standing in front of him had anything to do with it. So how did she get involved?
“My brother’s wish. “ Harmony inclined her head.”And not a moment too soon, if I take a guess.”
“You never need to guess!
Harmony smiled. “Very true. So- son in law?”
Bastian inclined his head, wishing he was in her bubble and out of the rain too. “I believe so. My wife does not agree.”
Harmony looked at her daughter. “You don’t?” Stupid question really as she saw how Isabo’s eyes flashed.
“Never! Even if it means I am alone for eternity. He will NOT have me.”
“Again- My love. You need to add again on to that sentence”
Isabo screamed with vexation and stalked off in to the darkness. As Bastian went to follow, Harmony took his arm.
“No,” she said softly. “Let her be. You know she is safe- our powers ensure that. The immortal will not harm her, and she needs time to reflect. Now take me to my brother.”
Bastian stared. “Your brother?”
“Christophe- my brother”
Ah! NOW things were beginning to make sense.

Astrid was feeling distinctly peculiar. Like she had when all those years ago she had sneaked into the dining room, after one of her Muttis parties, and found a bottle of whisky!
Were tigers, witches and goodness knows what else. And here was she, Astrid Greinding, 29 years old, what she knew about men could be written on a postage stamp, and evidently in the midst of something very, very, strange. And what on earth was an immortal? She had a feeling it wouldn’t be too long before she found out!
The wind and rain were beginning to frighten her. She wished she hadn’t told Rashid to but out. “Typical man- or whatever he was! He certainly had a man’s usual trait. Never around when you needed him- or the washing up needed doing!
Rashid appeared from the next room. Astrid blushed. Oh yes, that’s where he had gone. To wash up after their last interesting interlude. She glanced at his arm. There was nothing to be seen of his earlier battles. Rashid followed her glance.
“Immortal” he reminded her softly. “Remember?”
“But what does that mean?”
There was a gust of warm wind inside the room that sent Rashid’s cloak swaying violently.
“It means IMMORTAL” the voiced was all around them.
“Oh fuck” Rashid thought. Things had suddenly gone from bad to worse. Erlendr. His mentor, his guide, his friend. That 1,000 year old new age stalwart with very definite ideas on how relationships should work. Why wasn’t he back in Ami, looking after all Rashid’s interests?


“There’s so, so much more to interest me here.” The voice echoed and dipped. “Such goings on!”

Isabo was still annoyed, her blood rolling and calling to her. “Do something. You know what he is. Do something”
She would- when she was ready.

Penny was restless. She knew why, just not what to do about it. She could damn Christophe, damn them all but for what purpose? She had vowed to do no harm. ‘An it harms none’. And would stick to that vow, and recover. SHE kept her promises! Not like some sorry excuses of witches humans, whatever they were!
There was a storm all around. Jacen, she thought. She knew his troubles. She knew all their troubles. More than they knew themselves Luka wanting to talk to his mum.. well she could help there- a swift thought of comfort passed and received. Jacen so much, in such a short time. Dylan- how to resolve his gifts with his doubts, and with Mia, and Christophe. Here she stopped short. HE wasn’t deserving of a nano second of her time. Not until she decided so!


Luka felt her thoughts and was somewhat comforted! But he couldn’t get Willow out of his mind. A very mixed up mind it was true. The thought of her standing in front of him, without her underwear, was making him very hard. And jumbling his thoughts so his mind was reeling. Even more than usual. He had been told he needed to wait, to discover his talents and how to use them. But with the impetuousness of youth, and the intelligence to see what the rest of the family had, he was impatient! It didn’t matter how many times he was cautioned, advised to take care, he still demanded instant decisions about what was to be his. And then felt VERY hard done to when nothing happened. As he felt the thunder shake the foundations, and saw the rain, he suddenly felt some power seep into him. It was disquieting, and he knew this was the start of something. For the first time in his life he didn’t rail against these sweet soft beginnings, but murmured ‘ I accept’.
Now if only he could get back to Willow!



Molly had watched her niece run to Anya, and seen the stunned look on Jacen-the-Rat’s face. Well she assumed it was Jacen as any fool could see the resemblance between Dominic and him! Well except for Jacen, judging by what followed. Molly didn’t think she’d be around HIM very much. But if she was staying here for a while? Well the brochure in the room she had been shown to offered up some intriguing ideas!
All her life she had been interested in the regency period. Gorgeously dressed ladies. Men in their ‘unmentionables. Sounded good to her to be part of this elegant hierarchy for a while. In the top half of the echelon of course. She didn’t want to take part in a fantasy as a scullery maid.
A press of a button brought a surly faced young man in. She hoped he wasn’t in her fantasy.
“You pressed?”
“I pressed, “she agreed. “I’ve been looking at this fantasy list you gave me. I’d like to be a regency lady.”
He consulted something she couldn’t see. “Sorry it’s taken.” And then smiled. The most beautiful smile she had ever seen. No longer surly, but gorgeous. Molly’s heart fluttered.
“So what do you suggest then?”
“Alexander smiled his feline smile, his catlike eyes sparkling “leave it to me”.


Anya was unsettled. And she wasn’t happy about it at all. After making sure her son and sister were settled in their rooms, a lovely homely woman sitting with Dominic, “I was Master Jacen’s nanny, I’ll take care of this lovely lad while his aunty gets a bit of sleep.”, she knew, that like any other daughter, she wanted the warmth and comfort of her mother. But where was Mia? She had checked her room, and although there was a few clothes scattered about- no Mia. She’d asked Christophe, whose answer had been a bland “I’m sure I can’t say miss”. It wasn’t until he had disappeared she didn’t know where, that Anya realised he actually hadn’t said he didn’t know where Mia was, just that he couldn’t say. By that time of course he had totally vanished!
The mansion seemed almost deserted. The howling wind, the thunder and lightning, the lashing rain, all seemed to be conspiring against her. Even the electricity was conspiring against her, as the main lights flickered, went out, and left the house bathed only in candle light. Within the flickering shadows, she thought she something move, but it was, What?
Not human, an animal? A cat maybe, but a big cat. Strange Anya thought she hadn’t seen any animals around. This cat though seemed to be waiting for her to follow it.
Bastian smiled as he watched Anya notice him. A feline gesture, a thought sent to her, and she did as he had bid and was following him along the corridor. Time for some meddling. These humans, dream shifters whatever they were seemed to need a bit of help in sorting their lives out! Ant anyway he was fed up with all this foul weather. It took ages for his fur to dry!
Unerringly in the shadows, Anya followed the animal. A tiger! So why wasn’t she scared?
No need to be was the answer she thought she heard.
Ahead was a door, she had vaguely noticed yesterday, and behind it she could hear voices. Un-noticed by her, Bastian slipped away, shifted, and became man.
He entered the room surreptitiously, and stood silently beside the door. He was waiting for the fireworks!
“Jacen, you must calm down” Dylan was saying urgently. “Hell man we will be flooded out at this rate.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Jacen replied irritably. “For all God’s sake I’m trying. But... IT’s not bloody working!”
“Well admit your sodding feelings then! That’s what’s behind all this. Tell her. You love her. So TELL her.”
“It’s not that simple,” Jacen muttered. “She’s got a son.”
Dylan stared at him. Didn’t he realise? Obviously not. He started to laugh. The poor sod!
“Well sort yourself out bro’. You’ need to. And good luck, you’ll need it!”

[doris]

ASTRID

Astrid shrieked when she saw the ancient imortal standing in the corner and did the only thing any sensible woman would do in that situation and pulled the covers over her head. This couldn't be happening to her.
"No point hiding in there little human, I have seen it all already..." Erlendr's slightly amused, dry voice made Astrid blush to her roots. HOW long had he been there? And how DARE he? Who did these supernaturals think they were, messing around with people's life. Still, might be better to stay under here for now.
"It's ok baby," Rashid's calm voice reached her. "He is a friend, just has very bad manners. Erl, let the lady get dressed at least, before you start on me.."
The room was suddenly filled with tension. That couldn't be good. She heard Rashid sigh. "Astrid, baby?"
"Urm yeees?"
"Really, it's ok, your'e safe with me!"
A chortle from Erlendr at that softly spoken lie.
"Safe, with you, hardly Rashid. Not now she knows. Have you forgotten what happened to Jane already?"
"Erl, this is not the time," Rashid's voice was strained.
This was getting worse by the minute.
"Who is Jane?" Astrid squeaked from under the blanket.
"Nobody" "His fiancee" said Rashid and Erlendr at the same time.
"WHAT?"
Astrid popped her head out from under the covers at that statement. The fact that she was stark naked under the flimsy cover momentarily forgotten, she glared at Rashid.
"You have a fiance?"
Rashid's face had turned to stone.
"A dead fiance!" threw Erlendr into the room.
"Dead?" Astrid was suddenly feeling faint again.
"Baby, this isn't what it sounds like..."
Erlendr chuckled again. "This is exactly what it sounds like!"
Rashid swung round to face his age old friend."Now is not the time to have this conversation!"
Erlendr just raised his eyebrows." You got her into this, not me!"
Astrid's head was starting to hurt.
"GOT ME INTO WHAT?" She hollered, finally loosing her temper. "What the hell is going on here? And who the hell are you? And what gives you the right to come into MY bedroom and, and.... ARRGGGH!"
Astrid gathered the sheet around her and stalked off into the bathroom, banging the door behind her with a resounding thud!
Rashid winced at the sound and turned towards Erlendr who was smiling grimly at him.
"Will you never learn?"
Rashid ran his hand through his long hair and shook his head. "I didn't have a choice in this!"
Erlendr just stared at him. "There is always a choice and there is always a price to pay, you know that better then anyone." He sighed and crossed his arms again.
"Erl, I really.." Rashid stopped when Erlendr put his hand up.
"So, you had no choice to come to an island, overrun by our enemies, seek out a human, get her involved in the magick, almost get her killed, expose yourself for who you are and piss off forces that could spell an end to all mankind?"
Rashid flinched and looked at the floor.
"And for what Rashid, a roll in the hay? You have responsibilities, humans are to be protected, not put at risk, you know that!!
Astrid had found her bath robe, thankfully the really fluffy one, and froze when she heard that softly spoken statement, uttered just behind the door. Perhaps it was wisest to stay here for now.
"Astrid is .."
"She's what? Are you telling me, she's the one? That little human, hiding in the bathroom?" Erlendr sneered, watching Rashid closely for a reaction. "That's what you said about Jane, and we both know how that ended."
"Astrid isn't like that!"
The ancient imortal just smiled grimly and raised his eyebrows again.
"It's impolite to listen at doorways, human!"
Oh hell, Astrid squared her shoulders and joined the two men, one looking at her with a sneer, the other with a steady, slightly worried gaze.
"I wasn't listening, besides this is my room, lest you have forgotten!" Astrid straightened her spine a bit more and pushed her shoulder's back. An action that exposed far more of her cleavage then she realised. "Ironic, you talking of being impolite. Don't you imortals have any manners?"
Erlendr stepped towards her with a very intimidating frown. Astrid gulped, but stood her ground and raised her chin a bit higher. She forced herself to stare right back at this strange 'friend' of Rashid's. She was extemely grateful for Rashid's quiet, warmth right behind her, as he stepped up and put his arms round her waist, drawing her against his solid muscle, coiled for action.
"Erl..." The warning in Rashid's voice made Astrid swallow again. What was going on here?
Erlendr looked at the woman and the immortal for a long time until finally he stepped back with grudging respect.
"Interesting........ I'll be in your rooms Rashid. Things are going to get ugly around here..."

Astrid let out the breath she had been holding when she heard the door shut behind Erlendr on his way out and spun around in Rashid's arms, giving him a none too gentle shove.
"Fiance?"
Rashid sighed, eyeing her warily, waiting for the outburst.
"FIANCE?"
Astrid stabbed him in the chest with her index finger.
"DEAD FIANCE! Explain Rashid now!"
"You may want to sit down, baby."
"I am fine right here thank you very much! And. do.not. baby. me!"
Rashid's expression dropped and Astrid's heart fell to her boots right with it. And she sat down, something told her she was not going to like this tale.
Rashid looked at Astrid and raked suddenly clumsy fingers through his hair again. Where to start?
"Jane worked for me... We spent a lot of time together, one thing led to another... I thought I could trust her.... turned out I couldn't...she pushed to get married... when I explained what I was..." His face turned murderous and Astrid held her breath at the raw pain she saw there.
Instinct propelled her forward and she put her hands on his arm to soothe. Rashid shook it off.
"What happened Rashid?" Astrid whispered.
"She couldn't handle it. Told me to get out of her life. Why would any woman want to be married to a freak like me. I was an abomination of nature... !" Rashid seemed to look straight through her, lost as he was in the past.
"She threatened to expose me, all of us for what we are.... We couldn't let her of course....!"
"We, there is more of you?"
Rashid nodded "She had to be stopped...!"
Astrid's heart started racing at his expression.
"What happened?"
Rashid looked at her for a long time, before he ground out "I killed her!"

[michelle handyside]

Anya’s Story ( Part 2 begins…)

Hidden by the shadows, Anya rested her head back against the wall and sighed softly. Her mother had always told her that people who listened in on other people’s conversations wouldn’t like what they heard and it was true. Jacen saw their son as a problem! He didn’t want to be with her anymore because she had a child. She never thought she would have heard him say that but then the rational part of her mind had kicked in, he didn’t know! How could he? He had been here the entire little boy’s life, lost to her and oblivious about what their love had created.
“Dylan I can’t!” Jacen was saying as she turned her attention back to the two men inside the room, he gave a howl of agony that made her jump and instinctively Anya pushed the door open slightly and was horrified to see Jacen was writhing on the floor. He was in obvious physical pain and outside the storm was getting wilder. “I can’t control it anymore…”
“You have to!” Dylan insisted gripping his brother’s hand tightly, “Jacen you’re the only one who can!” For the first time she spotted Christophe standing there. The obvious parental concern clear in his eyes, mixed with the hint of helplessness. Jacen screamed again, his body was becoming covered in sweat, the healthy olive tan that he had starting to fade to a grey pallor. She saw Dylan look over to one side and then saw her mother standing, watching…There were so many questions that filled her mind, what was her mother doing there? Why was she just watching and not even trying to help? Did she hate Jacen that much that she would enjoy seeing him so helpless and obviously being tortured by something she couldn’t see.
Anya had seen enough!Whatever was going on, however strange and weird this island was didn’t matter. She could get answers later, but she wasn’t going to stand by and watch the father of her child die without trying to help him. From the corner of her eye she saw Bastian watching her, the only one seemingly aware that she was there and for a split second she thought she saw an approving nod from him before she heard Jacen scream out in agony again and she forced all other feelings aside as she ran into the room and to the side of the man she did still love.
“Jacen, I’m here…” She whispered as she took his clammy hand and gently started to stroke his wet, pitch coloured hair with her tender fingers, “Open your eyes…look at me…” she demanded. Dylan regarded the young woman carefully, things were either going to get a lot better or very much worse and again he looked to Mia who gestured with her hand to wait and see what would happen. Anya looked at Christophe and Dylan, with desperation taking over her,
“What’s happening to him? Why is he like this?” she could see the reluctance in them to share their secrets, Jacen’s secrets, but that wasn’t good enough for her and she couldn’t believe what she was about to say, “I know he’s a…dreamthingy…he showed me and I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Just tell me how to help him…Please!”
“Anya…” Jacen whispered, “I’m sorry…” His words were being choked by his pain and Anya shook her head as she touched his face, “If I didn’t lie to you…” His eyes opened to look in hers and she could see the brilliant green was fading like the rest of his vitality. He was being tortured.
“Ssh! Don’t think of that.” She replied swallowing back her own scared tears, “I’m here now. Please Jacen, we have so much left to say, to do. Don’t die, please, don’t die…”
From behind her she heard a quiet chuckle of amusement, “He won’t. He can’t. If he could it would be a lot easier…” She thought she heard someone whispering but no one’s lips had moved.
“I loved you.” Jacen forced from his lips as he battled back a rising surge of fire that was threatening to incinerate his whole body from the inside out, “I only wanted to make you happy. Forgive me?”

In the back of her mind Anya felt something spark, in the pit of her stomach she suddenly felt an…instinct…was the best way she could describe it, that swelled and grew as it worked its way through her soul. The idea was echoing and building louder and louder until it was practically screaming through her brain. Seizing Jacen’s hands in hers she held them tightly and looked deeply into his eyes.
“You want to make me happy?” She repeated, “Then make this wish come true…” She used all the power she had inside her to force out two words ‘Love me’ Instantly the room was bathed in an eerie red light and then a flash of energy that sent Anya sprawling backwards and hitting her head off the floor she passed out.



“Anya...” The word drifted through the darkness and slowly realising her eyes were closed she opened them and found herself lying on the floor, but unsure what had happened. Above her she could see her mother’s worried face, as Dylan’s arms were holding her as if providing comfort only a lover could. Why was he doing that? But it was Jacen’s bright smile that greeted her. “Careful,” he warned as she started to move, “You took a nasty bump, just take things slow okay…”
“You…you’re alright?” She asked as her brow knit with confusion. For a moment she just listened. The storm had gone. There was silence outside now and all she could hear was the breathing of the people around her. Jacen smiled and softly cradled her cheek in his palm, before he nodded.
“I’m okay.” He told her, “Thanks to you and you never have to ask for something that is already yours Anya. You’ll always have my heart.”

As his second born lowered his lips and shared a tender kiss with the woman he loved, Christophe looked concernedly over at Bastian. Anya may have quelled the storm and saved the island but they weren’t safe yet. Jacen’s loss of control over his powers had caused a bigger problem than some wild weather and that wouldn’t be solved with a simple declaration of love. All his elder powers had felt the shift in the ether, the council were not pleased!

[joanne]

MIA’S STORY
Mia blinked. Shook her head‘, and where on earth- ARE we on earth? Is this?’
“Transmitting Room” Said Jacen watching her as she warily came to her senses. Trust Dylan to hurry back in such a manner. It would be interesting to see how he explained it all.
Mia turned, and snarled.
“Wow” thought Bastian from his corner of the room. “Wonder if she has any tiger in HER?” Wisely he kept his mouth shut as Mia closed in on her prey.
“You! I might have known you’d be here upsetting everything. WHERE is MY Daughter.”
Jacen couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak. He suddenly fell to the floor. Mia was startled, she knew she had regained her senses in the middle of something huge, but she didn’t know what.
Dylan was speaking urgently to his brother, AS Mia watched in horror, Jacen got greyer and started writhing about in agony.
“Admit it. “ Dylan was saying urgently. “You have to. You’re the only one who can do this”
The door was pushed open. Mia saw her daughter move to Jacen and speak to him. Although the words were clear, Mia heard nothing. She saw the concern on Christophe’s face, the worry on Dylan’s and the immobility on Bastian’s. If there was anyone else around, these major players were oblivious!
Then soft and sweetly spoken, she heard her daughters plea ”love me”.
There was an eerie red light, and Mia felt a great power surge all around her.
And stood horrified as she saw Mia flat on her back.
‘What has the bastard done now? I’ll have him in bits when I’ve finished with him’
“No need” Dylan took her in his arms and gently planted a kiss on her forehead. “look”
He gestured to where Jacen cradled Anya.
The room was silent, Mia realised the storm has passed.
No one felt it was the time to tell her that in reality, the storm was only just beginig!

[cherie]

Isabo Book 2

Isabo was sulking, yep 29 years old and sulking like a three year old. Not only had she been marked by furry pain in the ass, but her mother had caught her and wherever her mother was her father was sure to follow. That old tiger had not spent a night away from his wife in all the years they had been mated. If there was one more thing she couldn’t take it was her father.

As if by magic the large burly man sat down on the tree stump next to her.

“So I see you finally did as you were told baby girl.” His gruff voice more growl than human.

“Hello daddy.” Isabo sighed

Marcus Clermont was a 50 something Alpha male. Close to 6 foot 7, with broad shoulders and almost white shoulder length hair. He screamed power and authority and the only thing that said different with the little witch tattoo he had on his left forearm. He had got it to honour his wife; Harmony Clermont had taken one look at it and got a matching tiger one. Her parents were just embarrassing!

“So you mated the boy then.” He stated matter of factely.

“No by choice.”

“He forced you!?” Marcus tensed ready to rip the boy in half if he had so much as looked at his baby wrong.
Isabo put a hand on his arm. “No daddy, I was willing. But I didn’t agree to the mark.” Marcus relaxed.

“Bah,” He shrugged “your mother didn't either, nearly encased me in stone and left me there as ‘living’ art, until I persuaded her that she liked me naked in her bed.”

“Seriously you need to stop over sharing!” Isabo shuddered; there really was something a child never needed to know about her parents.

With a big sigh she leaned sideward’s into her father. “Do you think I can kill him and get away with it?” She asked

“No baby girl, you can’t kill him and before you ask, you can’t have him neutered either.”

Taking her hand Marcus squeezed and Isabo smiled. She needed his strength if she was going to face Sebastian St James again. Her mate, her husband, her pain in the ass.

They sat watching the rain outside the canopy of trees where they were. Just as suddenly as it had started the rain stopped and blue skies started to appear.

“Your cousin seems to have calmed down.” Marcus stated

A force so strong shuddered across through the air. “Daddy.” Isabo sat up straighter.

“I know baby girl, I feel it too.” Marcus stood pulling her with him heading back to towards the transmitter room.

Isabo had one question racing through her head. Where was Bastian?

[cherie]

Alex's Story

Alexander St James was not a happy cat. Not only had he been sent to the stupid Island a few weeks ago to watch after his older brother but as soon as Christophe has seen him he had put him to work. Seems his dreams of a nice vacation was completely blown out of the water.

6, 5 with dark auburn hair running just past his shoulder, Alex was a lot like his brother in many ways except one, he would never have run away from the delectable Lady Isabo Clermont. He would have taken hold of that one and kept her in his bed until she couldn’t remember her name. Sebastian was an idiot, fact.

Now he was playing nurse maid to some little human woman who has been transported here by the mighty Jacen. Again a man who had powers beyond anything you could imagine and some human woman had him in knots if the storm that had been outside was anything to go by. Christpohe had sent Alex to take care of the sister, Milly, Maggie, Molly, some name like that.

She had rang earlier and asked for the regency fantasy, Alex had taken one look at her and thought there was no way that body was going to be hidden under a large pile of silk and lace. No, he had something less dressed and much more fun in mind.

As long as he had been on the island no-one had taken his fancy, Christophe had given him only the men to look after who had thankfully only wanted him to point them in the right direction and leave them the heck alone, and this was the first time he had been allowed near a woman. Alex has been called many things in his time but saint was not one of them and a month with no female contact was driving him mad!

Arriving back at the woman’s room, Alex smiled he was going to enjoy this, who knew who long they had before all hell broke loose? It was definitely time for a little fun.

[joanne]

Molly

Confused was an understatement! One minute she had been reading to Dominic, the pair of them sitting cosily on the settee, in front of the fire, and discussing Thomas the Tank Engine, the next minute, she seemed to be standing in front of her sister and a strange man watching her nephew run towards Anya shouting “mummy”.

The why’s and the wherefore’s where not really important at that moment. What was important was that Anya had been pleased to see her son, Jacen had looked stunned, and she was in a room, with a real pain in the ass man who obviously thought he was God’s gift. And who looked at her as if he was a cat, stalking a mouse- and she was the mouse.

Even more important was the tug on her senses when she saw the way he looked at her! Not her usual response to men.
Molly knew she was called frigid, a cock teaser, a no- ball player, and much more by the men she froze off. Even being told she must prefer women. She didn’t! But she did shy away from intimacy. Ever since she was a little girl, and heard Anya discussing Mia’s history, she had decided she didn’t want a peripatetic way of life when she was old enough to choose.

After 4 primary schools, Mia had stopped moving, and they had settled in one place whilst first Anya, and then herself, had finished secondary school. But she knew that Mia, as an artist, liked to move on. Find new places to paint.

So when her mother had decided it was time to move, this time to Tuscany, Molly, had refused, instead going to live with her father in Scotland, and attending university there.
Contact between her and Mia and Anya, had been s
poradic for a while. Mia, happily single, making her way in the art world, and Anya heavily involved with a man. Obviously now, she thought that man was Jacen.

Molly had graduated well with a degree in Geography, and was deciding how to go forward with her life, when a plea form Mia had decided for her. She had a new Nephew, and Anya, not well after a traumatic pregnancy needed help.

So three years later- here she was on an island- where fantasies were made to come true- or so they said. She had one thing that she felt she aught to do. Something that hadn’t bothered her before. But now, after watching friends with partners, planning their lives, she was frightened that if she wasn’t careful she would be left behind. And much as she loved Dominic, she didn’t just want to be his nanny!. Or even an aunty. One day, she wanted a family, husband and children. Well maybe it was time to stop being quite so uptight and live a little. So- How could she delicately say- I don’t want to be a virgin anymore? She was probably the only virgin they had ever seen.

Time to step right out of her comfort zone! And where better to do it?

But where was everbody? It was OK wanting to spread her wings, but not in front of her mum. This room might be fabulous but she wanted to speak to either her mum or her sister. To check they were OK. To know Dominic was being looked after, and then to relax and enjoy. If only the blasted rain would stop.
As if on command, it did!

She’d been brought here, with “someone will be with you shortly”. and left. Not the way she hoped they treated all their guests. Although what did she know? Was she a guest? Was it all a dream or a nightmare? Whatever it was she wanted out! NOW! She was unable to find any of her family and felt lost. And if she really was on this island, she wasn’t even going to get the fantasy she wanted. So sometimes- life sucked!

And the man in front of her. Changed from a surly brute to a drop dead gorgeous male in the space of a smile. Telling her she couldn’t have her fantasy.

“So what do you suggest then?”

That smile again. “Leave it to me”

[michelle handyside]

As he helped Anya carefully to her feet, Jacen didn’t need to look at Mia to feel her disapproving eyes watching his every move. The concern she felt for her daughter’s wellbeing was almost palpable and he could sense that if he had been prepared to grant her wish at that moment, a very important appendage of his would suddenly vanish and for a moment he wondered if Dylan was holding her because he wanted his arms around the woman he loved, or if it was to hold her back from dismembering him.
“Mia, I love Anya.” Jacen said eventually looking at the older woman and trying to reassure her, “If I didn’t I would never have lost control like that. Dream weavers can’t be affected by less than emotions in their rawest, most pure form and if she didn’t love me too then I would never have been able to reign them in again. Please, I know you have no reason to trust me to keep my word, but give me a chance to prove to you that I can be the man you always wanted her to find.” He folded his arms tenderly around Anya who’s own eyes met her mother’s making a silent plea for her to accept that they needed to take the chance to see if they could really make a relationship work and also to give Dominic a chance to get to know his father, a chance she had been denied. Taking Mia’s continued silence as as close to approval as they were going to get Jacen turned to his father and looked at the older man.
“I’m going to take Anya somewhere we can be alone. I have a lot of explaining and making up to do. I’m sorry for the problems I caused. I will make everything right again, but that will be AFTER I make things right with Anya first.” Christophe nodded his blessing to his son’s plans and after watching the young couple leave the transmitter room he sighed before he turned to Bastian and Dylan.
“Bastian I want you to double your protection detail around them…as discreetly as you can make it happen though. They deserve to enjoy what time they may have…”Christophe ordered and Mia’s face took on a look of confusion.
“You’re talking as if they won’t last…If he hurts her again you’ll be father to a eunuch!” She vowed, “I’ll castrate him and mince it into a burger I’ll shove down his rotten throat!”
“Mia, I don’t want to see anything happen to them either I assure you.” Christophe replied, “But for a dream weaver to be so in love with someone that they are unable to control their powers is absolutely frowned on by the council and the leader, Marden will not allow Jacen to escape unpunished for failing in his sworn duties.”
“What could happen?” Mia asked curiously, but with an unspoken fear for her daughter’s life.
“At best he will be called to the council and made to atone for his actions, they’ll decide on an appropriate punishment which could be to decrease his power or bind him to Isla Amore even more, effectively imprisoning him here, but Marden will probably press for something worse…He sees love between the races of mythics and mortals as abominations. He might condemn Jacen to the netherworld for the rest of his existence.” It was clear the idea cut deep into the older man’s heart and he looked at his oldest son, “For now he has a chance to be happy. I want that to continue as long as possible and I want the same for you Dylan. You and Mia should go and enjoy what time of peace as we have left… The council will be here by nightfall and we will all need to be ready for whatever may come.” Dylan nodded and as he and Mia dissipated in a flash of light Christophe looked back at the were-tiger. “Marden has waited centuries for this to happen…a chance to make me suffer and now he has it. Jacen is too distracted to realise what could be ahead and all we can hope is that Dylan is ready to make his choice soon.”


“Anya,” Jacen said as they walked the corridors back through the mansion in the watery light of the dawn, “there’s something that I need to say and I just want you to listen okay? I was shocked when your son appeared like that before. I never imagined that you would have a child and I’m sorry that I reacted the way I did. I don’t want you to think that he will change things between us.”
“Jacen, let me…”Anya tried to reply but he shook his head
“Let me finish.” Jacen insisted, cutting her off quickly and turning her to look at him, “I love you. I always have and I know I always will and he is a part of you so if you’ll let me, I want to get to know Dominic, get him to know me and maybe if it’s what you want we can become a family? I know I can learn to love him and if there’s an issue with his Dad…” she shook her head,
“He doesn’t know his father. The guy doesn’t know about him either…”Anya admitted, colour filling her cheeks as she tried to think of how to tell Jacen the truth,
“Then if he wants it, I’ll be his Dad. I am going to look after you both so well Anya…I swear it.” Leaning in he gently pressed his lips to hers and kissed her softly, the sweet intimacy of the moment underscoring Jacen’s intentions clearly. This time they were forever!
“Oh Jacen…” Anya breathed as she felt the familiar swelling heat grow deep within her. Jacen could sense her desire starting to build and drew back from their kiss,
“Soon…” he promised “I want you too, but don’t you have questions about me? What I am?”
“To me you’re Jacen Edwards, the guy I met in the coffee shop.” She replied earnestly, making Jacen smile once more at her simple acceptance of everything he had feared would make her run away.
“I am that guy, but more than that too. As a dream weaver I age much slower than mortals so my body will look like this for quite a while and as my whole purpose in life is to bring pleasure to people and grant their deepest wishes, I can give you any fantasy that you ever want…” He drew his fingers seductively down her spine, “and you are my ultimate fantasy Anya. We were made to be together in all ways.” The implicit suggestion in his words and the smouldering lust that was growing clearer in his eyes made Anya’s knees start to feel like jelly. The hardness of his groin pressed against her stomach and she looked into his eyes,
“Dominic will still be sleeping, your nanny is with him. Take me to bed Jacen. Make me yours again.”
“oh Anya…You’re mine forever.” He promised and scooping her up into his strong arms he carried her back to his bed before starting to make love to her once more…

[joanne]

Mia's next part

Dylan drew her away from the others. He had a lot to do in a very short space of time.
He could see how Jacen’s words to her about his love for Anya had affected Mia. He could also have told her, that if Jacen had granted her the wish he had read in her eye’s he Jacen would have been suffering from a lack of something VERY important. One reason why Dylan had felt it necessary to hold on to Mia tightly!

‘i wish I knew what the hell they are all going on about. Anyone would think the world was going to end any minute. Dream weaver? The council? And I just nodded my head and smiled sweetly.! There must be something in the water! If anything happens to my daughters- or grandson the world will end for those moron’s I swear.’

Dylan focussed on her thoughts., decided it was time to leave!
“Let’s go. There’s a lot going on, and I need space”

Obediently she began to follow and then stopped and turned. The room was quiet, apart from Anya’s soft murmurs. She went to go towards her daughter, but Dylan drew her away.

“Let them have this time together, like papa said. It’s their time now. And for as long as we can manage, our time.” He knew, he that that his personal decision time was nearly up. But wanted to try and explain to Mia, enough of what was going on that she could understand. Not going to be easy.

“Nothing important ever is” Came the dictat sent to him. “Your choice time is almost here. Be ready. The elders are troubled.”

‘So do I just meekly go? To where ever? Not like me that, but hey, why not. I don’t really want to see my daughter suck up to that creep. Or be watched by Bastian. He worries me! My other daughter, who turns up with my nephew, for I don’t know what reason is where? And-

“You’re rambling Mia. There’s no need I’m with you. We can overcome everything” Dylan tried to be reassuring.

“What do we need to overcome? Ouch”
Mia felt a tingle, and realised they were outside Dylan’s cottage again. The rain had stopped, and the island was bathed in an eerie pre-dawn light.

Dylan had felt the charge as it touched her. Blast he had been so pre-occupied he’d not totally disarmed it. Swiftly he connected with her. Phew, he thought, no pain, no hurt. Really just a reminder to him!
He switched on the light as they entered the cottage. The storm might be over but it was still dark and gloomy.

Mia shivered. ‘Someone walked over my grave’. Dylan turned her and turned inwards. The answer was reassuring.
‘Nothing Dylan. Not of us. She is chilled. A phrase of humans. Warm her. We are waiting. You need her with you. There are troubling times ahead. Marden is waiting.' Aliquhan, his mentor his guide, advising him.

Dylan put his arms around her. His libido reacted to her closeness, and he almost groaned in frustration. Here he was, at probably the most important time in his life and all he wanted to do was make love to Mia. And by the way her nipples were peaking, hard under their thin covering, she felt the same.

“Later he said, giving in to the urge to suckle first one and then the other, through the fabric until it was transparent with his kiss. “First, will you sit with me and listen?”

Mia nodded, her body so responsive to his, that if he’d have asked her to can can naked across the room she’d have said yes.
Dylan caught the thought. And that later too he promised himself!

Dylan sat down on the settee in front of the fire. He glanced at the logs and kindling and focused. The kindling flamed, and the logs crackled.

‘What the? OK I’m not going to freak. Be calm. Listen; forget all those Nora Roberts books I’ve read. See what he says. And forget how turned on I am.’

“No hold that thought. For later.” Dylan took her hands and focused. Whatever he said was going to sound like a fairy tale. Which in a way, it was. His only hope was that Mia was open enough to believe, have faith and follow him!

The room darkened and muted lights swirled and glowed. Mia felt as if she was in trance.

”For some of us we need very little time with our chosen one, before we know they ARE our chosen one. Mia I choose you, will you open your heart and soul to me, as I to You?”

Mia looked up at Dylan. Saw all the love he had there in his eyes, directed at her. There was only one answer.
“Of course”

Dylan didn’t realise he had been holding his breath. The fact that he could have looked and seen, but chose not to, was another indication of the way he was choosing. A way he knew was right and good. He felt the positive vibes from those older and wiser.

”Thank you, my love.” He drew a deep breath.

“For longer than any of us know, The Ancient Ones have ruled. The Council of Elders preside, help those who are chosen to use or ignore their gift at will, but always there is The Chosen One. He or she has the final say over whom or what will sway and shape the present and the future.

The chosen one has many gifts, more than anyone else. His is a great decision to take, for if he accepts this role, all look up to him. He is the power over all. It is not a decision to be taken lightly, for the road can be lonely and long.”
His voice was melodious. Mia saw pictures forming, some relating to Dylan’s words some not. She saw a young boy, playing with colours, changing the sea to pink, the sky to cream, laughing with his friends as they saw who could stay in the air the longest.
The pictures changed, to darkness and despair, of a teenager railing against his heritage. Of a young man learning conventially, books across a table, exams and a degree. To rainbows, light, and pictures of everyday life.

“It’s you, “Mia breathed. “That was you.”

Dylan nodded and waited.

“You are the chosen one? So what happens next? Why all the drama? Don’t you just say OK I accept and get on with it?”

He laughed, elated. What he had seen as a major obstacle in his hope for a life with Mia had disappeared.

“I wish it was as easy as that. There have been great troubles lately. And until I speak to the Elders and accept- well, some people are not going to be happy!”

“Like Jacen. “ Mia suddenly realised

“Like Jacen. He was so mixed up he couldn’t see what was under his nose. And nothing I or Papa could do would help. Me, because I was still denying my heritage, Papa, because, well just because. It was not his right!”

‘So does that mean Christophe is Grand Master? And wants to step down? CAN you even step down?’ She opened her mouth to ask, but Dylan forestalled her.

“Yes, yes, and yes. And before you ask, no it not necessarily hereditary, but when the mantle of The Chosen One IS passed down, and accepted, the powers are stronger and more powerful than ever. For many years, I denied my powers, until Papa asked me to look inside myself. Then he asked me to come back to the island. As soon as I came back, after many years, I knew I would fight no more.”

Dylan kissed her and in that kiss Mia saw hope strength and love. He continued talking, almost to himself.
“And once I admitted to myself my feelings, my powers became stronger. That’s how I knew immediately Dominic is Jacen’s son. And their children sleeping inside her now will be blessed.”

Mia was so swept up in the mesmeric quality of his voice; she almost missed the second part of the statement.

“Hold on a minute- repeat that last bit... WHAT Children? She’s only been here a few days.”

Oops! Not wise, he thought.

[cherie]

Alex continued

“I have planned the perfect fantasy for you.” He told the woman who looked like she wanted to bolt out the door and strip him naked at the same time. Oh how he was going to love making this one melt.

“Yes?” She asked “Better than the regency I hope.”

Alex have her a half smile, “So much better.” But with a lot less clothes.

“So?” She asked.

“How to you feel about Jungles?” Alex asked.

“Jungles?” The woman asked. “Is there a jungle on this island?”

Oh baby you have no idea Alex thought. “This island can cater to any fantasy you have.”

“And this jungle fantasy, what exactly is it?” She looked intrigued, she might look like a boring little so and so on the outside but Alex could see a light in her eyes just begging for help to burn brighter.

Alex rubbed his hands and gave her his best smile. “How do you feel about playing Jane to someone’s Tarzan?” He waiting for the raptures of appreciation for a great idea and was slightly confused when all the woman did was look at him like he was insane.

“Jungle theme?” She asked “Do I look the type to be traipsing around the jungle in nothing but a loin cloth?” Taking a step back from him the woman gave him a look that suggested he was two pence short of a full pound.

“What’s wrong with a jungle theme; just image all that lovely greenery, a handsome, well built man in a loin cloth at your beck and call. Animals that you thought you would never see, praising at your feet, moneys, lions, tigers.” Alex gave her the big sell.

“Oh lord, not tigers.” The woman shuddered.

Alex frowned “What’s wrong with tigers?”

“What’s right with them, they sit around doing nothing much, they only eat what they steal from others, they are not social like lions who are so pretty,” The woman smiled at the mention of the big haired cat “Tigers live on their own and only meet up with others for…well you know….how cold is that.”

At the end of her speech Alex was staring at her opened mouthed and wide eyed.

“Are you seriously telling me you think Tigers are scavengers and the lions are cuter?”

“Yes, that’s what I am telling you.”

Alex threw up his arms “Listen lady,”

“Molly.”

“What?”

“My name is Molly.” She told him matter of factly

“Yeah ok fine. Listen, Molly, with all due respect you know nothing about this. Tigers are great big, beautiful, magnificent, regal animals. Lions, they let their women do all the work and then take all the glory.” Alex had known a couple of lions in his time, They were arrogant self centred jerks, that’s why taking their woman had been so easy, they never truly appreciated what they had.,

“Wow, someone really likes Tigers here.” She raised her eyebrows and shook her head at him.

“There is nothing wrong with tigers!” Alex insisted. His beast roared at her too, annoyed at being dismissed so casually.

Molly turned and walked to the other side of the room and threw opened the French windows. “Yes well, we are all allowed our own opinions and I just don’t see the point in them. But more to the point I don’t see why we are arguing about this Mr..?”

She asked over her shoulder. “St James, Alex St James.” He supplied huffily. How could this little human woman not like tigers?

“Mr St James, I am here by some trick of the imagination and whilst I am here I intend to have my fantasy, a fantasy you said you could supply, is that now not the case?” She asked

“I can give you everything you want,” and a whole lot more of what you need Alex added.

“Good, before your little tantrum you mentioned a jungle theme with a half naked man, can you still supply that?” she asked leaning back on the wall.

“Of course, if you want it.” Alex’s eyes stroked down the length of her body, oh she wanted it, he didn’t need to be a tiger shifter to see that. She wanted it but was unsure how to go after that allusive thing her body was clearly craving.

“Then be a good boy and set it up for me.” Molly smiled back and at him and Alex felt his stomach drop.

Coughing Alex dragged his gaze away from her. “As you wish.” He gave her his best bow, the one Christophe had been trying to get his to perfect since the moment he had arrived on this frigging island. Giving her body one last sweeping look Alex picked up the phone in her room. “Ready when you are.” Was all he said before the island started working its magic.

[doris]

Astrid part two


Rashid ran through the storm, furious with himself, furious with Erlendr, furious with the whole goddamn world, and his sorry place in it.

Astrid had gone so pale when he had told her about Jane, he had thought she was going to faint again. She hadn't though, she had just looked at him, with silent tears running down her cheeks and he had been helpless to do anything other then stare at her.

He could almost see the walls going up around her, brick by brick and he had ached to hold and reassure her, knowing that he couldn't. She was holding on to her composure by a mere thread. He had to strain to hear her whispered words.

"Are you going to kill me .... now that I know...."

"No, baby, I would never..." He had taken a step towards her then, and she had all but bolted to the other side of the room. The hand she held up to stop him had been shaking like a leaf.

"I'm sure that's what you said to Jane.."

"No, Jane was, well Jane just couldn't handle it baby."

"And I can?" She shrieked almost hysterically. "I am school teacher, Rashid, that's all, nothing ever exciting happens to me, and then I come here and I meet you and... and... well.. nothing is what it seems. NOTHING! The friend I have known for years is a goddamn witch, there are were tigers and god knows what else and you, YOU, tell me you can't die and because of some secret society, that involves that weird Erl, you had to kill your fiance... and now I know... and what the hell did he mean it could spell the end of human kind. What sort of shit are we in?"

"Baby," Rashid had tried again to reach her but she just shrank away from him even further.

The last image he had of her had been of her rolled into a ball sobbing her heart out on the floor.

Rashid stopped runnig, when as suddenly as the rain had started, it stopped again. He could see the transmitter room up ahead and heard the murmured conversations going on. He so did not need company right now. He might just rip everyone's head off.

"That would not be wise," Erlendr's dry voice reached him out of the shadows. He was deep in conversation with Christophe.

"How is your little human, still alive I take it."

Rashid lunged towards Erlendr, but Christophe had moved between them.

"Rashid, we do not need immortal blood spilled on the island. The council is pissed enough as it is."

Erlendr's dry chuckle rung out through the eerie light.

"Oh, yes Marden will have lots to say about you and your little human Rashid. And YOU Christophe, should have known better then to put the two of them together. As for your sons...."

Christophe sighed warily." I know, I know, but at least they can have some time with the women that they love." He looked towards a furious looking Rashid. "And you, if you care for Astrid at all, then you should not leave her alone."

Erlendr shook his head and his brows drew together in a frown that anyone who knew the ancient immortal did his best to avoid seeing.

"You are out of your mind Christophe, Marden will never agree to this. Besides the little human isn't up for it."

Christophe looked between Rashid and the ancient one, who's vote on the council could be crucial to them all.

"Perhaps not, but I believe love can conquer all!" and with those quietly spoken words he diasppeared into the breaking dawn.

Erlendr hissed in fury! "Love" he spat the word out. "Do you think your little human is up for all that entails Rashid?"

Rashid clenched his fists as he recalled the silent tears on Astrid's face. "I don't know Erl, but I have to try."

"You have until night fall, boy! The council will be here in full assembly and they are baying for blood and your little human will be the first on their list! No power on earth is going to stop him. You know what he will ask you to do..."

Rashid's heart clenched at the thought and his silent scream of agony reverberated though the receding shadows.

Erl's face was a mask of stone as he put his hand on Rashid's heart. "For both your sakes, I hope she feels the same way..."

*


Astrid's desperate sobs slowly subsided and she sat up, hugging her knees, when she noticed that the storm had eased. She had never felt so alone in her entire life. Some holiday this turned out to be. There was so much she just didn't understand. What Rashid was exactly and what danger they all faced. How had she got caught up in all of this. This was just too big and weird and wonderful and the man she ...

Astrid cried more silent tears when she realised what she had just been about to admit to herself. No this couldn't be. Not him, not ....
Damn, what choice did she have. To all intents and purposes he was going to kill her anyway. No he wouldn't do that. Somewhere deep inside she just knew that. Yeah, dream on you fool!
He had killed that Jane, hadn't he? Astrid's heart clenched painfully in her chest, when she remembered the tortured look on Rashid's face. He had loved that Jayne, but what had he said. A freak of nature, she had called him.
Astrid shook her head, trying to imagine the pain that must have caused him. And why had she wanted to expose them? What a stupid thing to do. There was more to this story, clearly. She had to find Rashid, she had to...

Astrid slowly struggled to get up, but her legs seemed to be made of jelly. It was then that she heard the noise through the open doors.

Astrid froze right where she was.

"Rashid, where are you...." she whispered.

*

Rashid was hovering outside Astrid's open doors . He could hear the quiet sobs inside and he stood frozen, resting his head against the wall, his fists balled by his side, his mind and heart in turmoil. He knew what he had to do. It was her only chance and a slim one at that, but he had to try. She was not Jayne, he knew that. Maybe, just maybe she was strong enough.

His head came up at the quietly whispered words. She was calling him.

"I'm here baby." Rashid dashed over to her and flinched at her instant shriek.

His strong arms pulled her up and held her as tight as he dared. Desire washed through him at the way her soft curves immediately molded themselves to his hard frame and her whispered sigh had him hard in an instant. He could taste the salt of her tears, as he kissed them off her face and buried his hands in her hair, murmuring words of endearment in his native tongue, safe in the knowledge that she didn't understand them.
She made no protest when he picked her up and crossed the short distance to her bedroom, raining kisses on her face and neck as he went, crazy with the need to have her and put things right between them in the only way he knew how. He lowered her carefully onto the bed, seeing his own desire mirrored in her eyes, when he ribbed her gown off in one simple move and sank himself deep into her sweet, welcoming heat. Her gasp spurred him on and they rode the waves together until they both crested in one glorious tsunami, that had them clinging onto each other with Astrid calling his name.

They clung together, still joined ,waiting for their breathing to slow and Rashid could once again taste the salt of tears on his tongue, as he nuzzled her neck. He barely heard her whisper.

"What are we going to do Rashid?"

He propped himself up to look in her eyes ands what he saw made his heart rejoice. His smile lit up his harsh features as he claimed her sweet lips and started to move against her again. His smile turned devilish at Astrid's immediate response.

"We'll figure it out, baby," he all but growled at her, before neither of them were capable of any coherent thought and simply gave themselves up to their desperate need for each other.


Erlendr stopped pacing and raised his head towards the heavens.
His harsh features softened, as he listened to the sounds the winds carried towards him. Interesting, who would have thought....

[joanne]

Mia part 2

“Now Mia” he began, but Mia cut in.

“Don’t you now Mia me, Dylan. What do you mean? How long has Anya been pregnant? Has she been seeing Jacen before we got here? Tell me what you know. Tell me!”

Dylan hastened to reassure her.

“These babies have only just been conceived, Mia. It is one of my gifts. I know!” He took her hand to emphasis what he was saying. A force hit him, and he almost dropped her hand. Mia looked at him, perplexed.

“What’s wrong? What is it Dylan?”

How could he have missed it earlier? Something to be considered later.

“Nothing” he kissed her, his mind whirling. “We need to change. Come”.

Mia looked down at herself.” Yeah I guess I can’t meet a load of old men without my underwear. But I’ve no clothes here.” Dylan chuckled.
“What? Oh” she grinned, as Dylan opened a wardrobe door and she saw her clothes, neatly hung up. “That’s a positive side of what? Who? You are. And I’m never that tidy!”

Dylan was filled with joy. He may be on the brink of one of the trickiest nights of his life, his whole world at stake, his family in jeopardy, but he knew for a certainty, with Mia at his side all would be well.

‘Am I mad? I thought I saw a wardrobe full of my clothes. This is not mine? Gorgeous, but no way have I just put this on.’ Mia looked at the peacock coloured dress she was wearing. Full length, long sleeves, sensuous. But she’d never seen it before in her life.

Dylan watched her, amused at the expressions flitting across her face. He didn’t need to tune in to see what she was thinking. It was there.

“Wow” She had seen him, dressed similarly. A long robe over his normal clothes, the colours matching hers. “What’s this for?”

“Respect. Come, it is time.” He held out his hand. Mia took it without any hesitation.

“Dylan”, she said urgently. “ I trust you. It will be all right won’t it? For us, for Anya and Jacen?”

He looked her in the eyes. “I hope so. I have faith. I will accept my heritage, and so will be The Grand Master, The Chosen One.. And will be able to help them.” He didn’t add- I hope! Jacen needed more than a little help to extricate himself from the mire. But that was the last thing Mia needed to hear!
****
‘Where is this room. I must learn to get my head round all this blink and you’ve moved stuff. One minute I’m in the cottage, the next minute goodness knows where? One of these days We’ll meet ourselves coming back’

“It has been known”. Mia shrieked and spun round at the unknown voice. Behind her Dylan was kissing the hand of a tall grey haired man, with a regal bearing.

‘Oh God. Another one who reads my mind’.

Aliquhan smiled. “Not a God, only an Elder, and Mentor. And you were talking out loud. I didn’t have to read your mind.” His eyes twinkled. “Although I could have.”

“Yes, well” Mia was flustered. “I really must stop saying my thoughts out loud!” She held out her hand. “Mia, please to meet you.”

Aliquhan, took it, charmed by this woman who would be part of the one to whom he was guide and mentor. “I am Aliquhan. Guide to Dylan.”

“Poor you, bet that can be a bit sticky at times”

He laughed. Took her hand and placed it in Dylan’s. Mia felt a surge of power flow around her. Bells chimed melodiously, and a soft magnolia scented breeze brushed her body, making her dress sway gently. Muted colours filled the room, and bathed the three of them in a soft glow.

“You have my blessing, my powers go to you both. I rejoice in you.“ More words in a language Mia didn’t understand. Dylan replied in that same language, and Mia was filled with a sense of joy and happiness.

“You two are one.”

“Oh” she replied, bemused. “Erm, thank you”

Aliquhan kissed her cheek.

“These next few moments will be distressing for you. But for Dylan’s sake, will you stay? He needs you and your strength beside him.”

Mia nodded. The atmosphere in the room had changed from soft and gentle, to hard, and while not precisely menacing there was a definite edge there.

“He is my life” She replied quietly and thought in surprise- ‘He is. And I have never said or felt that about anyone except my family before. He is my life he is part of me, he is part of my family. It’s now our family.’

“He IS my life”

Dylan felt her love and was strengthened by it. As Christopohe appeared and sat in a tall backed chair, engraved with intricate carvings, he went and stood beside it.

Mia noticed without any of the amazement she should have felt, that the once empty room, now had a long table at one end, covered in an intricately embroidered cloth. Behind it were chairs along the same design as the one Christophe now occupied.

Aliquan lead her to a soft purple covered settee, and seated her there. Then with a last smile he put a ‘be strong’ thought to her, and went to take his place at the table, which, Mia saw with a start, now has several men- and she noted with satisfaction- women seated behind it. All wore robes, similar to Dylan but in more muted shades.

The man who sat in the middle of the row, seemed to be in charge. He wore a band of intricately twisted gold around his wrist. He stood and looked firstly at Dylan, then Mia.

“So? “ He said addressing Dylan “It is time.”

Dylan moved away from next to Christophe’s chair, to stand directly in front of Mardan.
He bowed. Stood tall.

“It is time. MY time. I am The Chosen One. The Grand Master. I freely accept all that is asked of me. To accept and use all my gifts wisely and well. For good, not evil.” He spoke in the language Mia had heard him speak to Aliquhan earlier. It flowed smoothly, like a river rippling over pebbles, or the sea over a sandy beach. Although she didn’t understand the language, the pictures the words painted were clear in her mind.

He spoke of his honour, his fight to do what was right for him and all people. And, she realised of his love for her. Without knowing she had done so Mia rose and stood beside him as he stopped speaking. Dylan took her hand.

Mardan walked slowly around the table until he reached them. Silently Christophe moved from his chair to where Mia had been sitting. His work was now done.

Mardan put his hands out and touched each of them briefly on their shoulders. Mia felt she had been stung, but didn’t flinch. Just held Dylan’s hand tighter. He realised what had happened, and was elated. Mia was accepted as part of him. They were now together. Two as one!

You have our blessing. Our strength is your strength. We bow to you. You are now our guide, the Grand Master.” Mardan slipped the band off his wrist and gave it solemnly to Dylan, who bowed slightly and slipped in, not on his own wrist, but on Mia’s. A calculated risk!

Mardan smiled. “I accept that Dylan. So now, I ask your heartbeat” He glanced at Mia, “To be seated next to Christophe, and for you to take your seat. The council has grave matters to consider.”

Dylan bowed. The next few minutes? Hours? Would be crucial for jacen. To decide if he stayed as a dreamshifter, or was stripped of his gift. And if that was to happen, then Dylan knew Jacen would have trouble carrying on. Even with Anya by his side. And without his gift- and a hefty kick up the backside from Anya, Mia and him,- would he ever acknowledge what he knew in his heart if he only chose to look? There were 3 children depending on him to help their father get it right!

No pressure there then!

He moved to his chair, but before he sat he addressed Mardan. The Elder may look cool and composed, but Dylan knew how mightily pissed off he was with Jacen. But- start as you mean to go on.

“I have several things to speak of tonight.” He began. He held his hand up to forestall Mardan speaking. ”Some are easily clarified, others less so. But before we decide on anything let us remember what we are, who we are.

Each one of us, has had to make choices in the past. To decide to discover who we are . What we are. What our gift- or gifts are. Whether to accept or deny them. And each and everyone of us has, at sometimes struggled with our gifts and our emotions. Struggled with our lives. And when lives, emotions and gifts collide, and reality not accepted, the results can, as we have seen, be catastrophic.

Now I know, The Council knows, my word is law. I am The Chosen One and can rule absolute. But The Council also knows, that that is not our way, unless we have no other choice. So I will only say, we will choose wisely, our words thoughts and deeds today. And I will be guided!”

He turned and sat, satisfied he had done his best for Jacen. Only as a last resort would he overrule The Council. And it wouldn’t really be the best way to start. They couldn’t remove him from his role, but they could make life difficult.

Marden’s eyes narrowed. He recognised the threat, and accepted it. Really they had chosen wisely. Dylan he felt would be The Grand Master, they had all wished for over the centuries. His gifts so deep and profound, he had hardly begun to explore then. But even so- The Council had a job to do.

“It is time”

[michelle]

JACEN

As Anya lay sleeping his bed Jacen moved out from under the sheets and started to get dressed, he could feel his father´s thoughts summoning him to the council and although he wanted to stay beside Anya, to tell her everything that she meant to him and what he wanted for their future, he knew that he couldn´t do anything else to cause himself trouble with the council.
"Anya," he whispered, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke, "I have to go...You should go back to Dominic and I´ll come and find you as soon as I can okay?" She softly mummured as she moved slightly, but Jacen could tell she was still too tired to understand what he was saying and kissing her once more he took her hand and silently used his powers to give her a sweet dream of their future before he left her and joined the man waiting outside the council chamber.

It was clear there was some serious debate going on as Jacen was called into the council room and bowing to the elders, to Mia and then to his brother Jacen could tell it had been all about him.
"I am sorry I was late." He said, "I ask the council´s forgiveness, but I was trying to right some grave wrongs I have made." A wry smile came to Christophe´s lips, he knew exactly what jacen had been up to! In his place of honour at the top of the room Jacen could see Dylan was already having problems with something and then he saw Marden get to his feet,
"You seem to be unable to function in any capacity since this...mortal Anya has come into your life." The older man declared, "I move that this council debates this most important issue immediately and request that if you are found guilty of lacking the discipline and capability to act as a dreamweaver because of her then the most grave punishments should be meeted out. You should be stripped of your powers and banished to the netherworld until you cease to exist and she should be put to death to ensure the secrecy of our existence is maintained."
"NO!" Jacen said quickly, "You are not going to hurt Anya! I do´n´t care what happens to me but lay a finger on her and I will end you Marden I swear it!"

[doris]

Astrid part 3


Erlendr shifted on his seat round the council table, watching the proceedings with barely concealed hostility. His face was a harsh mask and his fingers were drumming on the ornate table in front of him. Dylan accepting his gifts, becoming the grand master, good, he could work with that.

Where was Rashid? He was deeply worried for the foolish boy. He should have kept a much better eye on him. He glanced at Dylan, who's face also looked puzzled, before it changed to a surprised frown. He felt his presence in his mind. No, that just couldn't be! Dylan nodded and Erlendr used his own, considerable powers to summon.

Marden stood up and adressed the council.

"It is time for the Immortal to be tried.."

*

Rashid was deeply troubled, as he dressed in the formal robes, a meeting with the council required. So much was riding on this and he had not had a chance to explain anything to Astrid, not that he would have been allowed to. Whatever happened had to happen of her own free will. He smiled a grim smile, remembering how they had spent the day.

She had not questioned him, when he had kissed her and said it was time. He knew she would be ready to face this with him. Had he ever known a woman with more quiet strength? If he had he could not remember it and there had been many to warm his bed. Never his heart though, not like Astrid. He knew now with greater clarity then ever how wrong he had been about Jane. He should have listened to Erl, then.

He shook his head, realizing that he was once again not listening to his mentor. But then again denying yourself for over one hundred years would do that to a man. Was Erl right? Had he risked everything just to satisfy his urges? Time to find out.


*

Astrid grimaced at the deathly pale face that was looking back at her from her bathroom mirror. She had managed to get dressed for the first time in days and she blushed, remembering why. If only she could shake the feeling of impending doom that had her stomach in knots and left her with a nasty taste in her mouth, that no amount of mouthwash seemed to be able to shift. And she was so tired. She rested her head against the mirror, clutching the sink for support as waryiness washed over her in waves so intense she tought she was going to faint again. She heard the front door and gave herself a shake. Rashid needed her and she needed him, it was as simple and as devastating as that.

"Baby?"

"In here," Astrid voice was barely a whisper as she waited for Rashid to find her. She gasped when he opened the bathroom door and a stone faced stranger walked in. Rashid's eyes raked her body from top to toe, no trace of the man she had shared so many tender and passionate moments with left. He looked fierce and dangerous, authority and power coming off him in waves, but his hand was gentle when he took hers and simply said:" They are waiting."

*

Marden was furious as he stood before the council.

"Where is he?"

"He'll be here!" Erlendr's dry voice cut in with barely controlled rage.

"Are you sure, you haven't had much luck controlling him." Marden sneered.

"If you had, we would not be in this mess."

Erlendr growled, standing up so abruptly that his chair went flying back, crashing into the wall as he stared down Marden.

"Remember who you are talking to! Rashid is not a dog to be trained. He knows his responsibilties."

Marden almost snorted in his disdain.

Dylan sighed at the hostility in the room and put his hands up to quieten down the murmurs of dissent.

"Rashid will get a chance to explain himself and he will get a fair hearing, Marden. You are not aware of the full facts. Neither it seems is Rashid or his human." He glanced back towards Mia reassuringly and sent her calming vibes, he was far from feeling himself.

*

Astrid followed Rashid, his strong, warm hand reassuring her, even as his frozen stance made the hairs on her neck stand up.

They stopped in front of the ornately guilded doors and Rashid looked down on her, his eyes drawing her in, whilst his body language made her want to run away as fast she could.

"Ready, baby?" His face was a hoarse whisper and before she could respond the doors swung open.

Rashid propelled her forward and Astrid gulped when she saw the many hostile faces turned towards her.

Marden's chilling words rung round the room.

"I give you the Immortal Rashid, to be tried for acts of treason and breaking the most holy law by his association with the mortal Astrid. I decree that the council order their immediate execution."

[cherie]

Alex continued

Alex hung up the phone and walked over to the French windows. Waving a hand at the wardrobe on the other side of the room Alex glanced over his shoulder

“Get changed, your costume is in there.” He told her.

“Excuse me? Who put you in charge?” Molly asked, folding her arms over her chest and popping her hip out.

Alex’s beast growled low, easy boy we’ll get her don’t worry. Running his tongue over his teeth he pushed a hand through his hair giving her a hooded look “Baby I have been in charge from the second I saw you so you better get used to it. Now are you going to get changed or are am I going to have to come over there and strip you myself?”

Molly’s eyes went wide and Alex gave her a predatory smile. With his eyes Alex said spoke to her Push me baby, I dare you.

He waited to see if she would dare, the look she gave him spoke of fear, uncertainty and the need to be something and someone else. He watched as she fought with
herself before straightening her shoulders and staring back at him.

Looking him up and down Molly gave him a slow burning smile “You really don’t have want it take to make me do anything baby.”

Giving a huffing laugh Alex pushed away from the wall where he had been leaning watching her gather her courage. He was impressed, for a moment there he thought she wouldn’t do it. But she had and now he was ready to start her fantasy. Slowly prowling across the room Alex came to a stop behind her. Leaning close he breathed into her ear

“Get naked.” He told her, he hadn’t touched her, had made sure that she could feel the heat from him body without actually touching her. A shudder forced its way down her body and Alex gave a silent growl.

“You first.” She told him. Alex raised his nose and sniffed the air, he could scent her arousal, and he wanted to purr.

Stepping around the front of her he looked down, “are you sure you can handle that.”

Molly swallowed hard then reached out and ran her finger over the top of his jeans, dipping into the waist band; she scored him with the edge of her nail, “Get naked.” She threw his words back at him.

Reaching out Alex flicked the top button of his jeans open, his body was hard, from both his tiger heritage and his hours working out. He had never been ashamed of a woman seeing him naked, it came with the territory, you couldn’t shift from tiger to human and expect to clothed.

Locking his gaze onto hers he pulled down his zip one metal tooth at a time. Slowly Molly pushed her hand up under his t-shirt, stroking her finders up his chest; Alex gave her a lopsided smile when she ran her nails back nail, pulling a surprised gasp from him.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth making Alex want to prize it away with his own lips. Come to think on it there were loads of this he wanted to do with his lips, places he wanted to kiss, lick , suckle until she screamed his name.

His jeans now loose he raised his arms over his head pulling his t-shirt clear of his body, reavelaing the tiger tattoo his had on the left side of his chest. Molly laughted softly as she reached out and traced the patter with her finger

“Tiger fan I take it.” She smile at him

“You have no idea.” He stepped into her personal space causing her to step backwards, Alex followed her again and again until he had her pinned against the wall, his hands leaning against the surface either side of her head. He kept his body away from her; he could still see the cautiousness in her eyes and didn’t want to push her faster than she was willing to go.

This was after all her fantasy, all her deepest darkest, sensual, erotic dreams were about to come pouring out of her and Alex intended to do everything he could to ensure that she enjoyed each and every second. He may not have wanted to have been on this island, baby sitting his older brother, but since he was here and Molly was more than willing he had no problem given this role he all. He fully intended to give her everything she could take, and then maybe if she was really good a little bit more after that too.

[michelle handyside]

ANYA

Waking alone it took Anya a few moments to remember where she was but as she smelt the scent of Jacen`s aftershave on the pillow beside her everything came flooding back and she smiled happily. Whenever she closed her eyes she could feel his touch on her skin, his whispered words in her ears and the warmth of his body claiming hers over and over... Something in the back of her mind reminded her that he was gone, but would come and find her when whatever needed to be done was finished and taking the liberty of taking a quick shower she redressed herself and headed over to find Dominic.

The nanny had clearly enjoyed looking after the little boy who grinned and ran to her as she entered the room and as Anya picked him up she could see a huge mountain of toys that hadn´t been there before.
"Where?" she started to ask before she realised she already knew the answer. Jacen. He had told her that he had gifts and making things appear from thin air was clearly one of them he was well practiced in. The toys were a simple gesture to make Dominic feel at home and the fact that Jacen was doing it without knowing the truth could only convince her more that being with him was the only way to live... When he returned she would tell him! It was time that he knew about their son and she had no worries about sharing the child with him.

[michelle handyside]

As she listened to Dominic happily chattering away about his new toys and all the fun he'd been having with Nanny, Anya heard a knock and as she went to the door she was a little surprised to find a tall, imposing man in front of her. His grey eyes seemed cold and there was a definite sharpness to his nose that made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle.
"Miss Thornton, please, don't look so alarmed." The man said as if he could read her thoughts, "My name is Mikhail." he continued in a thick eastern european accent that she couldn't quite place, "I have been sent from the Master, you and your son are to come with me." Anya smiled at the idea that Jacen was already done with his work and wanted them to join him and picking up Dominic she nodded as she followed him out of the room and through the trail to the woods.

Marden had been right, this mortal had no idea what she had become involved in or the problems that her mere existence was causing for the mythic races. A dreamweaver and a mortal conceiving a child, it was an abomination! Mythics were trained in the use of their powers and the most successful cut off all attachments to a mortal life, knowing it was for the best. Mortals couldn’t understand the needs, desires and passions of mythics and how their emotions could cause mayhem in the delicate balance of the world. His eyes leered over the young woman’s curves, he could see why Jacen’s head had been turned, but he was not going to fail his master. No mortal had ever returned when they accompanied him into the woods…
A short while later when they reached the dense scrub of the forest Anya looked around and her unease returned once more. Holding Dominic close in her arms she turned to face the stranger and for the first time noticed how wolflike his hair and eyebrows were. How cold and calculating his eyes were as they pierced through almost into her soul.
“Where is Jacen?” she asked trying to keep her voice steady, “I want to see him right now.”
“Oh Jacen is far too busy to see you…” Mikhail replied stepping closer, “and that makes this all the easier, I hate an audience when I eat.” Anya’s eyes widened and she screamed as she saw the one sight that would all but guarantee her death. The man transforming into a huge, vicious, snarling wolf who’s eyes were trained on Dominic. Terrified of what was happening she tried to shield Dominic as the wolf pounced at her. His jaws ripped into her shoulder and spilling her blood onto his grey fur Anya struggled to try and cover her child, tears of agony and fear rolled down her face and all she could scream was one word that she prayed would make it to the man she loved somehow.
“JACEN!”

[joanne]

Part 3

Mia felt herself moving. She had no idea, why, how, or where to but the colours around her changed, and the scent of Magnolia became more pronounced.
‘What the? Where on earth? So Mia, what have you got yourself into this time?’ she looked around the room she found herself in. Walls the palest blue, flooring a darker shade. An ornate chair with intricate carvings similar to the one she Dylan now occupied, in front of sheer muslin covering open windows, the material moving gently in the breeze. Was that how she could smell magnolia?
“It’s Dylan’s signature. His oath. And now, evidently, yours.”
Mia turned. She hadn’t heard the door open or see Jacen come in.
‘Figures. They’re all weird, wouldn’t surprise me to see that security bloke as well.’
“How are you here? “She asked Jacen mildly. “Thought you were in with those council people, while Dylan let them decide whether to give you ALL you deserve? What are you doing here? Going for the easy option?”
She must be mad, he mused if she thought facing her was the easy option. He shook his head.
“Not the easy option, Mia, you have the potential to be worse than 10 Councils. And as for how? Dual time.” He looked at her carefully, wondering what she would make of the fact that he was here with her AND in front of the Council. Two bollockings for the price of one!
Mia stared at him, but merely shook her head. ’Dual time OH- KAAY. No idea what that is, but if it gives me a chance to tell Jacen Edwards what a bastard he is, then I’m all for it!’
She honed in on the answer he’d made to a question she hadn’t asked him.
“Bloody hell! Do you know what I’m thinking like Dylan does?”
“I would have been able to. Before! But now? No,- about the scent of Magnolia? You were talking out loud.”
She was sure she hadn’t been but- oh well.
“So, what happens next Jacen? What’s going on?”
He gestured towards the chair, and taking her arm leads her to it and watched her sit. Did she realise how many of Dylan’s mannerisms she had picked up? The way she tilted her head, stretched her fingers, and even some of his intonations were all there.
“Now Mia? It is up to you. I think Dylan has chosen you to be judge and jury, regarding my actions towards Anya. The council,” he paused and seemed to look inward, “I would say they’re having a great time shredding me for my actions here on the Island. Things haven’t quite gone to plan lately.”
Mia looked at him standing in front of her, and thought how defeated he looked. Well he was going to look, and feel a lot worse when she’d finished with him!
“Oh for goodness sake, find a chair and sit down,” she exclaimed, and then gulped as a chair appeared in front of her and he sat, with a quiet ‘thank you’
“OK Jacen, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t tell Dylan to let those Oldies in where ever they are do their worst. Because in all my days, I have never ever met such an asshole, a rat, a snake in the grass, an absolute fucking idiot, as you. And I can tell you I’ve met more than my fair share.”
Jacen remained silent. If what half of what Anya had told him about Mia’s past was true, he believed her!
“So?” in her agitation, Mia got up and began to prowl round the room. In the mood she was in, she didn’t even notice the mites of coloured light that danced around her, following her every move. Jacen did, and felt humbled. He knew what they meant. How much of Dylan she had been given to absorb.
“Tell me, what is this dream maker stuff all about? And this island? Who sent Anya that Email about it? Why? Why did you wimp out and slink away three years ago? Why did you leave her without a word? Do you even care what she went through? My daughter nearly DIED because of you, you bastard. Did you care? Do you care? Oh no you’d rather be living it up on a Caribbean giving desperate women a ‘good time’. You and your weird friends. HUH! Even your bloody father condones it all.”
She ran out of steam, and sat back in her chair with a thump. Neither of them noticed that she didn’t include Dylan in any of her rantings. Mia because she instinctively believed in him implicitly, and Jacen? He was too stunned with what she had told him.
“She nearly died? How when? Come on MIA TELL ME!”
All the anger left Mia. If Jacen had looked bad before, now he was positively haggard, and seemed to have aged 20 years.
“When she was having Dominic” She replied softly, “She had pre-eclampsia and they didn’t pick it up early enough. That poor baby nearly didn’t have a mum as well as not having a dad! And now, you’ve got another two to care –or not care about. As well as the chance she’ll be ill again, during this pregnancy.”
Dominic just stared at Mia. Anya, babies, Dominic- “Mia, “he said slowly. “I think you’d better start from the beginning. Slowly. Please. I know nothing about any of this”
“Fine, well- no hold on. If you’re what you say you are, whatever that is, why didn’t you know anything about anything?” she said somewhat incoherently.
“Er Oh,” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, members of my family all have special talents, I guess you would say. Some have more than others. My talent is- was to make dreams come true. Four years ago, I met Mia, truly the woman of MY dreams. The one and only love of my life. God Mia, she is my life. Always has been, always will be. I thought we would be able to have a life together. And then my family began to disintegrate. Dylan was refusing to accept any of his gifts” at Mia’s enquiring glance”His gifts are numerous and more powerful than anyone else’s. But accepting them comes with great responsibilities, and Dylan wasn’t ready to accede to that. So he backed off. Then, my mum left my dad, and dad began to ignore all of his powers, to lose interest. He said they hadn’t helped him, so... My younger brother was well just being a normal teenager, but he’s not ‘normal’- so, more problems. I had to come back. I didn’t know what to, and couldn’t involve Mia. When I felt I could, I got dad to get Dylan back, Got Lukas working, and so on.... But, he shrugged. My powers have got it a bit wrong lately. So Now! What do you mean about babies? And Dominic- my son? I have a son?”
“You have a son. And according to Dylan, two more children on the way.” She took both his hands in his. “Jacen, if you truly love Anya, don’t blow it this time. You have always been her love. She has never ever badmouthed you to anyone. Dominic thinks you are a hero, who had to go away’ to save the world’. Closer than he knew eh?” She smiled sadly. “New babies with the one you love. What a gift. Don’t deny it. Do you know how much I wish I was young enough for Dylan and me to have a baby?”
She felt a power surge, and then to her amazement Jacen was flat on his back’
“OMG Jacen, are you OK?”
Jacen stood up, rubbed his shoulder and started to laugh.
“Well Mia” he drawled. “I thought I’d got my power back, and you and Dylan were going to make babies”
Mia stared at him, light dawning. “Oh I said I wished didn’t I? OH Jacen I’m so sorry. Don’t worry; I’m sure you will get the power back. Dylan won’t let the elders take it away.” She drew him towards her and hugged him.
“Oh Mia,” he spluttered, “That’s not why I’m laughing. Dylan’s beaten me to it. And he doesn’t even know.”
“Sorry? Know what? What do you mean?”
“He’s been there, done it and I’ll get him a tee-shirt. You’re already pregnant. Just a little bit- but definitely pregnant.”

Mia stared at him, and swayed. “What? You must be off your head. I can’t be pregnant. Until this week, I haven’t had sex in years! When I met Dylan, I wondered whether I would even remember what to do.”
“Remember Sex ed. 101? It only takes once.” He laughed and then sobered up. I might be making a right pigs ear of everything at the moment, but believe me, I’ve got this right. You are definitely pregnant.”
“How many?” Mia asked, still in shock “When? Er”
“I might be good, but I’m not that good. That’s Dylan’s forte. And after the haranguing Marden is currently giving me in dual time, I might not be any good at all soon. Because I wouldn’t admit to loving Anya, my powers went a bit- umm skew whiff. I put Rashid and Astrid in the same fantasy, for goodness sake. And the storm? That was me. I’m not their favourite person at the moment.”
He looked, well tired, she supposed. And defeated.
“What happens now? With Marden and the Elders?”
Jacen shrugged. “I wait. And see what they decide. If I am forgiven, I use my powers wisely, Ask Anya to marry me, get to know our son and when it’s time, our new children- and” he looked at her wickedly “ my new niece or nephew. If not? Who knows?”
Mia was horrified. “But I thought Dylan was Grand Master, and his decision was final?”
He nodded. “But he is supposed to be guided by them, so won’t want to piss them off TOO soon. And let’s face it for all I know, he might think I’ve lost the plot and decided to blow me out.”

[cherie]

Isabo Cont

Isabo finally found Bastian outside the council chambers. He stood with arms folded looking, cold and unapproachable.

“Boy.” Marcus nodded as he walked passed him.

“Sir.” Bastian bowed.

Marcus stopped and put a hand on Bastian shoulder, stepping close he looked the younger man directly in the eye. “Hurt her and I will make sure the last hours of your life are more tortuously painful that you can even imagine.” Marcus breathed.

“She is my life.” Bastian informed his Alpha.

The hand on his shoulder squeezed. “About time you realised that boy.” He said before heading into the chambers.

Isabo has stood back watching the exchange, part of her hoping her father would punch Bastian in the face, the other part scared her father would punch him in the face.

“Bastian.” She nodded

“Wife.” He nodded back.

“Oh my god! I should have let my father kill you!” Isabo huffed trying to storm past him. Bastian was too quick, catching her arm and pulled her away.

“Not so quick woman. You don’t have permission to enter the chambers.” He told her.

Isabo tried to pull away, glaring at him

“Are you insane of course I do, my father is Alpha and my mother is head of a cover, I am basically on of the most well connected people on this island, I have every right to be in that room.” Isabo said through gritted teeth.

“You are my mate now, which means that you don’t get access to the chambers unless I, as your husband, invite you. You know the rules and traditions just as well as I do, and princess you are not going in there. They are looking to crucify someone and I will not have you involved. So you can take your butt back to our room and wait for me there like a good girl.”

Bastian turned her and gave her a gentle shove towards her room.

Isabo froze; slowly she turned and looked at him. He had not just pulled that “me man, you woman” routine on her had he? Oh lord, there was defiantly a dead tiger walking and it was not her!
Raising her hands Isabo let her anger take over, a sharp bolt of light shot out of her right hand hitting him square in the chest, catching him unprepared he was thrown across the clearing. Isabo was angry; this was meant to be the week she got her revenge for all the things that had happened to her, including the ass walking away when she had been prepared to marry him like their fathers had wanted. Now she had friends who were looking at her like she was a freak because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut! She had dream weavers, wish givers and immortals all in once place, all of who would love to steal her hybrid powers, ensuring she was a dead as dead thing and now her parents had turned up, her mother catching her about to get all down and dirty with her new husband, who she hadn’t asked for.

Angry didn’t even begin to cover it!

Focusing her rage at Sebastian St James, Isabo threw another magic shot at him but this time he was ready for her. Moving to the left the shot went straight past him, hitting a tree, leaving a large whole through the middle of the trunk.

“You want to play rough princess?” Bastian said, turning half closed angry eyes on her.

Isabo sneered. Rough? He had no idea what she had in mind for him. She was about to guarantee that by the end of the night she would either be a widow or this poor excuse for a man would be high tailing it so far out of her life she would never have to worry about him again.

“You have no idea.” She gave him a cold smile. She was going to enjoy this.

Bastian looked at his wife across the clearly and snarled. So was thought she could take him, let her try. The sooner she realised that she was not running this relationship the better. He was not one of the weak little beta’s she was used to running around with. He was her mate and her husband. He would be dammed if his woman was going to run this.

She had been looked skittish since he marked her. He couldn’t blame her really; it has scared the hell out of him too. But he wasn’t running, he could feel her in his heart and this was want he wanted. Isabo Claremont was just going to have to get used to seeing his face because he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Bring it on princess.” Bastian stood and faced her. Ready for any move she made.

“Do you think the little bit of magic you get from the island is anything compared to my full power?” Isabo laughed and started to pace to the right. Bastian matched her step for step keeping her on the opposite of the clearing at all times.

“Do you really think that’s the only power I have?” Bastian countered.

“Yeah right, I’m the mixed breed remember, your just pure kitty.” Bastian growled low warningly. “Oh please, you are not scaring me.”

“Princess, you better be scared because when I get my hand on you I am going to make you scream.” Bastian hissed

“You really think you can hurt me?” Bastian waiting a beat before a hot smile spread across his face

“I never said anything about hurting you. When I get my hands on you I am going to make you scream over and over but you will be screaming my name as I give you one orgasm after another. I am going to make you scream so loud they will hear you on the other side of the island.” Bastian watched in satisfaction as Isabo swallowed hard and a shudder dripped down her back. She wanted him; he could scent her arousal from here. But she was not happy about it and he knew that getting her used to the idea of ‘forever’ was going to take patience and time.

“You…” Isabo stopped and cleared her suddenly dry throat. “You can keep dreaming.” She finally managed.

Bastian smiled “Oh the dreams I have had about you, the places we have been, the things we will see, the many different ways I will make you scream.”

Bastian took a step towards her as a warm breeze wafted passed them. In that instant the warm, molten lust left his body, being replaced by cold hard anger.

“Mikhail!” He snarled.

“What?!” Isabo hissed back

“Tell your parents! I have to go!” Bastian shot off towards the woods.

Isabo wasted no time. She knew the name Mikhail, everyone did. If he was here then they were seriously in trouble. More to the point how come he got here and Bastian didn’t know.

“Oh hell.” Isabo whispered as she quietly but quickly made her way to her parents in the middle of the council chamber watching the proceedings.

“Mamma.” Isabo tapped her mother on the arm, catching the woman’s attention. Isabo flicked a glance at the council and was surprised and relived to see her Cousin Dylan sitting in his rightful place, leading the council.

“Yes baby girl?”

“Bastian has taken off. He was really pissed.” Isabo whispered

“Oh well, he will come back. Your daddy used to do that all time.” Harmony smiled, patting her daughter on the hand.

“No mamma, nothing to do with me this time. He scented something, I couldn’t smell it, but he looked furious. He said to come get you and daddy.”

“And why would that be.” Her father leaned around his wife and looked down at his daughter. Isabo swallowed. She was worried, Bastian had taken off so quickly and with everything going on, she was not sure what was going on.

“I don’t know. But he did say one thing. Mikhail.” Isabo watched as the colour left her parent face before they shot out of their chairs and headed to the door.

“He wouldn’t dare!” He father snarled.
Isabo didn’t understand what was going on but she was sure of one thing. What ever it was she wasn’t leaving her parents to deal alone. Besides, she had to check on Bastian, if he was going to be at her hand not some nameless freak!

[michelle handyside]

ANYA

As she attempted to crawl away from the wolf, Anya could feel herself dying. The blood was flowing too quickly, she was starting to get lightheaded and she could barely drag herself along the ground. Glancing over at Dominic she could see how terrified the little boy was, his eyes were sparkling with tears, he was starting to shake and couldn't take his eyes from her bloodied form.
"Climb Dom...for me...climb the tree." She begged him trying to will the last of her strength into her arms. Wolves couldn't climb and if she would die then at least she would try and give her son a chance to be rescued. Dominic scampered up the tree into high boughs and clung to the trunk and Anya turned onto her back and looked at the advancing wolf.
"Jacen is going to make a rug out of you...I know he will." She said, "So finish me...go on! I'm not scared."

Mikhail pounced and pinning her to the ground his snout pressed into the broken skin of her neck where he had bitten her. He could smell Jacen's scent in her and opening his jaws again he reared back to tear her throat apart...

Suddenly the wind started to build up again, lightning split the sky which turned a blood red above the forest and thunder crashed with a severity that made even the stone hearted Mikhail feel his pulse quicken. He looked around expecting to see Jacen but it was Dominic who was causing the storm this time and his eyes glowed with a deep green as he looked at the animal about to kill his mother...
"What the...?"Mikhail muttered under his breath, Marden hadn't said the child had powers and everything that he was doing would draw unwanted attention too soon. Anya saw the strength in her son and her eyes closed as her body fell limp....

[michelle handyside]

CHRISTOPHE

As the trials of Rashid and Jacen were being conducted, Christophe could sense something more happening and looked over at Dylan. As he glanced over he noticed Isabo and her parents creeping out of the council chamber and a quick thought to his sister gave the horrifying answer to what made them move so quickly. Mikhail! Werewolves were the assassins of the council and never permitted to venture onto any territory without permission...Isla Amore was placed explicitly off limits to ALL werewolves given the numbers of humans present. All the council had agreed to that edict and yet if it was true that the head of the assassin's guild was there then something was going very wrong...no one had consulted him, and he was sure dylan and Jacen would never have permitted it without telling him either.

Standing Christophe moved to the window and looked out. He could see the red sky, the lightning and felt a surge of power. One of his line was exerting a power untrained...there was only one answer! Dominic. He had only partly considered the possibility that some of Jacen's power would be inherited by the little boy but there was no denying the fact now and the fact it was a strange storm that was being raised told him there was danger afoot. Turning to face the council Christophe looked at his eldest son, speaking to him in thoughts that only he could read.
"Dominic...danger...werewolf...someone is attempting to kill whilst we debate the lives of Rashid and Jacen. Anya! Her lifeforce is weakening...You must act Dylan...You have to make the secrets of the shadows come to light and quickly or Mia will lose her daughter and Jacen his unborn children."

[cherie]

Alex cont

He nuzzled close into her neck making Molly moan. By the Gods he had never known anyone as responsive as she was.

“Are you sure you want this because once it starts, I will not stop.” He warned her one more time. He had to be sure this was defiantly what she wanted. He wouldn’t be able to bear it if she changed her mind half way through.

Molly looked up at him and smiled “Yes Mr St James, I want this. I need this.” She told him. Alex saw the determination in her eyes; she might not know exactly what she wanted but was going to meet him head on.

Alex smiled down at her, catching hold of her hand he walked her to the balcony, throwing open the door he expected to see the jungle scene he had asked for, but instead he saw thunder, red skies and the power that was blazing across the island was something he hadn’t felt for a long time.

“What the hell is going on?” He hissed storming out of the room, dragging Molly with him, there was no way he was leaving her there alone. Leaning back he raised his head and sniffed the wind. He had to find his brother and fast.

[doris]

Astrid part 4


The council erupted at those demands and Astrid felt faint again. NO, sod that, she was not going to faint like some wallflower in a Jane Austen novel. She squared her shoulders and stepped in front of Rashid, who had moved his body between her and Marden.

"Who the hell are you to order anyone's execution?"

Rashid tried to grab her "Astrid, don't.." but she wasn't listening.

"Well, cat got your tongue, Mr Jury and Executioner? What the fuck is that get up and who do you think you are?"

"QUIET, human," Marden's voice thundered and the room fell quiet.

"Or WHAT?" Astrid was furious, the temper she had tried for years to keep a lid on, finally erupting in full force.

"Do you think, being supernatural gives you the right to interfere in lives, human lives? HE.." she gestured towards Erlendr, who was watching her with a small smile. "HE said humans were to be protected at all costs, that there were rules. So, how you think you can get away with executing anyone is beyond me. Rashid has done NOTHING to harm me. Why does he need to be executed and for treason? What treason? What has he done that this god foresaken island hasn't forced on him."

She turned round then to look at Rashid, who's eyes were burning holes in her back.

"We didn't choose to be in this fantasy, this island and whoever is in charge did that, so if you want to execute anyone ..."

"Astrid, don't!" Rashid had stepped towards her and pulled her into his arms. "For god's sake shut up woman!"

"Oh, don't worry human, we will deal with Jacen in good time!"

Marden's smile was diabolical.

"Are you offering us Jacen's life instead of Rashid's?"

"I am not offering anyone's life SUPERNATURAL," Astrid sneered at Marden, imitating his tone and manner. Erl snorted with laughter and stepped in front of him, just as he was about to lunge for Astrid.

"Not so fast Marden, look at her, really look!"

Astrid was grateful for Rashid's quiet strength behind her as he tightened his arms and she felt the weight of dozens of eyes on her.

Marden's face dropped and his face turned even more murderous.

"But, that's impossible!" He breathed.

"What's impossible?" Astrid's courage was failing her fast, under the scrutiny of all those eyes and she leant heavily on Rashid, when she saw Dylan approaching.

"Who the hell are you?"

"It's ok baby, he's a friend." Rashid's strained voice made her feel far from ok.

"That's right Astrid," Dylan soothed as he sensed Astrid's rising panic.

"May I?" he extended his hand to take hers but Astrid snatched it away.

"Baby, let him, he's the new head of the council," Rashid whispered in her ear, whilst pulling her closer still.

"Wh... what are you going to do?" Astrid looked at him suspiciously. It was Mia's voice that made everyone pay attention.

"Astrid, it really is ok, he means you no harm."

What the hell was Mia doing here? Astrid closed her eyes and gave up trying to understand anything. She felt her hand taken by Dylan and a strange warmth went through her, concentrating low in her abdomen.

Dylan smiled as Marden hissed behind him and Astrid felt a curious calm descend upon her.

*

Rashid looked from his friend to Erl and then to Marden, whose grim face now resembled a ghost.

When Dylan touched his hand Rashid staggerd at the images he was sending him. It couldn't be. No immortal could.

Marden echoed his sentiments when he hissed:" He is immortal, it can't be his!"

Rashid's temper rose as he once again put himself between Marden and Astrid, who was swaying slightly. He was relieved to note Erl moving in on her from the other side.

"What are you suggesting Marden?" His hands had fisted into claws and his face was murderous. "Bringing your own issues to the table Marden? Just because you couldn't keep your woman..."

Marden lunged for him, but Rashid just ducked and laughed. This was long overdue. Centuries in fact. There was no way that Marden was going to harm Astrid or his child!

[michelle handyside]

JACEN

In the council room Jacen was stunned. Rashid was going to be a father? He wasn't even sure that was possible, and yet it was clearly the truth. He looked inside himself. He couldn't remember Astrid wishing to be pregnant...but then again as his powers were draining away under the spell that the council had cast when he'd entered the room he couldn't be sure that something in him hadn't grown stronger with Anya there, maybe wishes didn't need to be explicity voiced to him anymore...that would account for Mia's situation too...but it still left Anya's motives in question. Had she wished for their children she was unaware she carried? He had wanted it to happen but dreamweavers could never grant their own wishes. It was the limit of their power... He watched Marden rush at Astrid and Rashid and a sick feeling rose within him. He wanted her dead because she carried an immortal child, he had said he wanted Anya dead for having his son...he looked around the room. Dylan had Mia, Rashid had Astrid, who looked like she was ready to fight Marden herself! Isabo and her parents had gone, he didn't know why, but he knew Bastian would be with them...Only he stood alone, only Anya was missing and that made panic rise within him. Why did Marden suddenly seem less than interested in Anya?

In dual time, in the room with Mia, Jacen looked at his potential mother in law his concern clearly evident in his eyes,
"Anya...is she alright?" he asked quickly, "I can't see outside these chambers anymore Mia, but you know all hell is breaking loose. I need to know she is alright." Mia felt sorry as she looked at Jacen, he was being broken down slowly and his fate seemed to be looking more grim by the moment.
"I don't know how..." Mia said, Jacen walked over to her,
"Just close your eyes, concentrate on Anya...focus all your energy on your daughter and you should see where she is. Dylan's power will make it easy for you." He tried to reassure her. For a moment everything was silent and then as Mia's eyes shot open and terror filled her eyes Jacen knew more than he wanted to.
"Where is she?" He demanded, "Mia WHERE?"
"The forest...a wolf..." her eyes met his once more, "A wolf bit her...she's dying."
"NO!" Jacen screamed, "Damn it NO! You're not taking her from me!" He turned and searched desperately but there was no door, no window to the room they were in. "LET ME GO TO HER! DYLAN!" There was no reply and Jacen looked at Mia, "Take my powers, take them from me, now!"

[cherie]

Alex and Isabo final bits

Alex moved quickly through the woods that covered the Island.
“Where are you taking me?” Molly asked breathlessly. She was having a hard time keeping up with this man. She still wasn’t sure why she wasn’t fighting him, this crazy man who had dragged her out of her room and halfway across the island.
Alex threw a look at her over his shoulder; his eyes showed nothing but concern and fear not for himself but for her.
“Something is going on and I can’t leave you alone. You have to trust me.” He told her.
He grip on her hand tightened and he started to move quicker still.
“If you end being a crazy psycho and killing me I am going to be so pissed.” Molly warned him.
Alex looked at her again and gave her his best smile. His brothers scent was stronger now, much stronger and he could smell the little half witch too. Pulling up short Alex sniffed the air again.
“Wow.” He said looked at Molly, this time with pure fear in his face.
“What’s wrong?” She asked his.
How was he meant to tell her that his brother and new sister in law were just ahead, as were her parents, ready to fight and protect? How was he to tell her that when they got down to this fighting and protecting her simply and normal life would be forever change? But mostly how was he to tell her he could smell blood, a lot of blood, that smelled like her but was different??
Yeah how did you tell someone that their sister was bleeding out and that their nephew was about to rain down all hell on them with a power he didn’t know he had or how to use?
“Alex!” He turned at the sound of his name. Bastian stalked towards him.
“Bro.” Alex nodded. Bastian’s eyes slid past his little brother to the woman behind him, she took a step closer Alex, clearly afraid of the new man.
“Sister?” he asked.
Alex nodded.
“Great! Why didn’t you leave her in the hotel?” Bastian hissed
“Because I am not leaving her unprotected.” Alex hissed back. Bastian raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest.
Yeah, just what Alex needed, Bastian giving him a lecture right in the middle of a war.
“Didn’t you think that bringing her here would be worse?” Bastian asked
“If she is with me I can protect her.” Alex insisted.
The brothers stared at each other, waring without saying a word.
“Excuse me.” A little voice said from behind Alex.
Both men turned angry eyes on her. Alex was impressed when she didn’t even flinch from their gaze.
“But I thought there was some sort of emergency? Is now really the time to have this sort of discussion?” Molly shrugged.
Bastian looked back at the little woman for a long second before giving her a smiled like Alex’s. Flicking a glance at his little brother he smiled again “She’s cute.”
Alex growled low and pulled Molly back behind him.
“Bastian!” Isabo and her parent came to a stop next to the brothers.
“Isabo?” Molly frowned.
“Oh hay Molly.” Isabo flicked a look at Anya’s little sister.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Molly huffed.
“Long or short version?” Isabo asked
“Isabo.” Alex warned.
“Oh shush pussy cat. She is here and she needs to know. We don’t have time to waste worry she is going to faint.” Isabo dismissed him, his deep growl didn’t scare her. Her parents had filled her in on the way over.
“Short.” Molly took a deep breath.
“OK. So the island is magic, Jacen basically ran it but then your sister messed with his head, the island is controlled but his emotions, he went squiffy, so the island did. The council stepped in because they think he is now a liability. Some total ass on the council has this grudge and right now your sister and nephew are literally in fight for their lives. Do you need more?” Isabo asked.
Molly looked at all the people infront of her. Isabo waited, she was either going to faint dead their or she was going to……
“We have to get to them now!” Molly urged
Come through and focus on saving her family.
“Good plan.” Turning as a unit the three tiger shifters, 2 witches and a human ran towards the clearing that held Anya and her son.
What they would find was anyone’s guess, they only hoped they would be in time.
More than just their lived depended on saving the woman, more then even they knew.
Bursting into the clearing the site that greeted them was beyond anything they had seen before.
“NO!” Molly screamed.
The silence that followed was deafening.

[michelle handyside]

MIKHAIL

As he glared up at the boy in the tree Mikhail stood on his hind legs snarling and snapping at the child. He had never seen such power but his nose could sense that it had brought other mythics running and picking out one scent in particular he turned from the huge trunk and transformed back into his human form, wrapping the remains of his trousers around him like a loin cloth to cover himself - a wolf had to have some self respect!

As the group entered the clearing Mikhail looked at Bastian who had taken Isabo's hand to hold her back from running to Anya's side. "No." he'd growled at his mate, "Wait."
"Yes little witch, wait." Mikhail nodded, "Let's see what happens to her...Will she die? Or will she merely wish she had." He looked back at Bastian, "I never imagined someone with so high an opinion of himself would be anyone's little housecat...what happened did Christophe have you neutered?"
"How the Hell did you get here Mikhail! You know the rules, wolves and humans are NEVER to mix." Bastian growled,
"I was invited, that's how." Mikhail retorted, "someone more powerful than any of you hired me to make sure that things don't change from how they have always been. Humans and mythics are not meant to be together...any who break that rule must face the punishment. As it is written, so shall it be done. Poor Anya seems to have gotten the point." He licked his fangs and glared at the group again, "Now. If you'll leave me I have a little digestif to enjoy...and how poignant that of all the people who came to help her, Jacen didn't. I don't suppose any of you considered that little gem did you? You're here to fight for his woman and he's nowhere to be found...doesn't that prove the ancients were right?"
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"Jacen I...." Mia protested shaking her head forcefully, "Even if I knew how to take your powers away what would that mean for Isla Amore? YOU are the island's soul...you make the fantasies real, who would do that if not you? There has to be another way...When Dylan is done with the council..."
"It'll be too late!" Jacen implored, "Mia, for God's sake, please. Dylan gave you his power, I don't care what happens to the island. All I care about is Anya and my children. Make me mortal. I can't just stay here and watch them die, I won't survive losing her again." Mia could see the desperation in his eyes and hear the torment in his soul. Could she condemn him to life and her daughter to death? But if he was mortal Jacen would be helpless to fight against a wolf, he could die too...Damn Dylan for making her judge and jury over Jacen! Closing her eyes she touched Jacen's shoulder and in a flash of green light and a smell of sulphur he vanished from the room...
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Feeling the jolt as his spirit and body were reconnected as one Jacen looked around the room he couldn't feel anything, couldn't hear any thoughts and knowing he needed to be sure he bit his own hand...it hurt! Mia had granted his request. He was mortal and now he could do what he had to.

Running out of the council chamber Jacen silently cursed himself for giving up all his powers. The forest was so far away and he could only run there. Yet the idea of Anya and Dominic and his twins being in danger, dying, was the biggest rush of adrenaline he had ever felt and as he jumped over tree stumps and rocks, charged through water and never allowed his feet more than a second to touch the ground he eventually came to the clearing on the opposite side to the others.
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Closing his eyes Jacen prayed that the mythics could still read his thoughts though he couldn't read theirs and told them they needed to get Anya and Dominic back to the mansion. He would handle Mikhail himself...though it would probably cost his life, Anya and his children needed to be saved. He saw Bastian shake his head, refusing to allow him to commit suicide for any reason but Jacen thought harder.
"You still work for my family Bastian, you still have to obey...My son will need a protector if I'm not around. I charge you with that duty. Tell Dylan, Lukas and Christophe I love them but I had to do this...for Anya. For our love. Get Isabo and her parents to take my family back to the house Bastian, NOW!"

Emerging from the thicket Jacen squared up to Mikhail, "I'm here...and you are going to die for what you've done!" Mikhail turned and as soon as he did so the group, the bloodied body of Anya and Dominic all vanished. Now it was one on one - immortal vs mortal and only one could win.

[joanne]

Jacen went and the sulphurous smell slowly dissipated.
What was it he’d said? Dylan had given her his power? Really? She felt the answer in the air.
‘Well in that case. Watch out those of you who want to harm my friends and families! It’s time to kick ass’
Now, how to go about all this. ‘Think Mia. What do I want to do? Save my family- and strange though it may seem, Jacen is part of that. Make sure all my friends and their new friends are safe too. Be with Dylan. Especially be with Dylan. So is this a test? An exam to pass. Well let me tell whoever, or whatever is listening- I rule at exams! In fact- I RULE FULLSTOP! So you bastards, you cross me- you’d better watch out.’
The light changed, a flash ,deep blue, a flash of purple and pink and then a rich golden glow filled the room. She blinked, saw images, her friends and family together, a circle of light around them. But no Jacen or Dylan. Then- Jacen one to one facing his demon. And Dylan... where was Dylan? And where to go first.
‘Jacen’ she breathed. ‘To him first, the others are safe! And I need to show him, he is one of us! Not just one of them. So-‘ another deep breath and then an almighty squeal! Animal like, but such as never had been heard before!
What the hell had she landed on?

[joanne]

It felt furry. And pissed. Well she might not be furry but she sure as hell was pissed! Very, very pissed. This ‘thing’ was trying to hurt her family.
“Over my dead body” she muttered, then grabbed the pelt beneath her and twisted- hard. “Don’t even think about it fur-face. I rule, I rock ,and you my friend? HA! YOU- you are dog meat.”
Jacen watched, astonished, catching his breath and trying not to laugh. Mia sitting very firmly on Mikhail’s head and twisting his fur for all she was worth. What next? He didn’t have long to find out. He saw the wolf try to change beings. Wished he could warn Mia. But no, no, need.
Mia felt the shift in the air and used her free hand for a very sharp poke. Somewhere she hoped in the region of his genitals. With Dylan’s powers that hope was a certainty. Another squeal, of anguish.
‘ Ha! See? not nice to be bested is it you monster? And don’t think I’ve finished with you yet buster. Where’s my family?’ She yanked again! Oh matey I can keep this up all night. I have Dylan’s Powers! And before you get cocky, so has he!’ She had no idea if that was true or not, but Jacen watching was open mouthed with admiration.
Mikhail tried to summon his power, but knew he was beaten. By a woman! And a woman such as this Ball Breaker. And as she tightened his grip on that very place, he winced!
“Er Mia?” Jacen ventured.
“What?” she snapped.
Jacen held his hands up in apology. “I only wanted to see where you are going with this? Because I’d quite like to find Anya and Dominic, and the others.”

“MMM Yes... so would I. No she isn’t dead, dog breath. Don’t come it.” This with another hard poke to Mikhail, who she still sat upon.
Dog breath? DOG BREATH? Just who did she think.... well maybe, Mikhail thought, silence was golden. To say nothing of being less painfull!
“So, what to do with this thing. What is it anyway?”
Thing? Thing? Mikhail would have snarled with anger, except... he couldn’t snarl! What was happening. He tried a howl. Nope nothing, a purr? Nada. So what?
Jacen was openly laughing now. The final insult, Mikhail thought.

[joanne]

“Weelll” Jacen started, but was stopped short, when Mia waved at him.
“Nope Jace he er I believe the thought transference said Mikhail? He will talk. Come on you.” A shake a wave, and slowly the human like form appeared. Mia studied him slowly. “Not sure which is worse. But hey we can’t have everything. So Mik” Mikhail winced at the irreverent use of his name. “You need a haircut. AND “ she stopped him before he could talk. VERY sorry but now, you’re a human, no powers, and as a male, not much brain, and that what you have got firmly centred in your trousers. “ Mikhail glanced down involuntarily.
“Yup that right, typical male response.” Mia laughed. “Now so sorry, but you stay here” she raised an eyebrow at his unspoken challenge. “ Try and move>”
He did! He couldn’t
“That’s right. Rooted to the spot ‘til say otherwise. I suggest you spend the time til we get back thinking up a good reason why we let you stay human, and not make rugs out of you. OK Jacen lets go!”

[joanne]

Go? Go where? Jacen shrugged philosophically. He might not have any powers, but Mia sure as hell seemed to! And he’d always been partial to a game of Follow my Leader. He took hold of the proffered hand.


“What the FUCK is Molly doing here?” Mia glared around the clearing. No one answered. “Well. Are you all struck dumb. Do you want to be?”
Several voices all started at once. Molly because she knew what Mia was like in a temper, the others because no, they didn’t want to be struck dumb, and feared they could be!
Only one voice could be heard clearly.
“Grandma, Are you well and truly mad, mad, mad?”
Mia turned. Saw Dominic half way up a tree, Anya? Was that really her swaying beneath it?
“Not with you love” She reassured him, and under her breath ’Jacen, help her’. “Er Darling why are you up a tree? Are you practising to be a lumberjack?”
Dominic laughed, albeit tremulously. “Silly, No ,a big nasty wolf came and mummy told me to climb. But I don’t think it was this tree. Grandma, I’m hungry. And I’m stuck. AND” he finished on a tired whine. “I’m hungry”
Jacen had taken Anya in his arms...”Come on the Dom, jump down and I’ll catch you. Then let’s take mummy back for a nice warm bath and get you some supper.” He laid Anya comfortably on the ground, and held out his hand. Trustingly Dominic jumped and was caught by his father.
“Jacen” Mia asked urgently. “IS it safe?”
He really laughed then. “Oh Mia, you tell me”
“OK you go back with Da.. er Jacen Dom and I’ll be along in a little while.”
“And Aunty Molly? “Dominic queried. Molly began to move, thankfully towards him. Her hope was short lived.
“No, darling, not yet. Aunty Molly has things” Such as explaining “To do. She’ll be back later.
“K.” He took one of Jacen’s hands and held tightly onto his mother’s finger as they left.
Molly sighed. She’d thought that would be too easy a get out. Next to her, Alex gave her hand a slight squeeze. Support from one quarter at least.
Across the clearing Isabo stirred. Just who does she think she is? She whispered to no one in particular. I always thought Mia was normal and well normal. A bit arty farty maybe, but this ordering everyone about lark. No way jose. So who DOES she think she is
“Someone you should be worried about came through the air! And she just doesn’t think it. She IS!


Isabo jumped as if someone had nipped her. And that was not possible. She looked at Bastian.
“For all God’s sake, wife” he muttered, “I’d like to be a husband for a while before I become a widower! She had Dylan’s powers.”
Isabo stared at him. She’d never heard of anything like this before! Realising she’d better keep quiet- not her strongest forte, she merely shrugged slightly. Well if truth be known, she quite like to experience HAVING a husband.
Meanwhile, Mia tuned Isabo and her mutterings out. She had more important things to concentrate on for the moment. Like-
“Molly. Who is this with you? AS Alex had moved up to hold Molly’s hand.
“mum, this is Alex. He’s Bastians brother.”
Molly waited nervously for her mother’s reply. Alex smiled. Why should Mia not be happy to see her daughter with one such as him. He didn’t have long to find out!

“Really” Mia invested a lot of feeling into the word. Alex squirmed, and Bastian, stirred uneasily. Unless he was very much mistaken, neither of the ST James brothers were in for much praise. Just the opposite!
“yes, mum, really, He’s been a great help to me”
“Oh? In what way?”
Molly coloured and tried to find an answer that would be acceptable to Mia in this mood. She couldn’t
“Well?” If there had been a floor instead of soil Mia would have tapped her feet impatiently.
No one spoke. She might as well have struck them all dumb, Mia thought. She looked around.
“Where’s Rashid and Astrid?” She asked, speaking words that she was sure Dylan had sent to her. In fact she was sure he was having a quiet laugh at them all, wherever he was.
“He’s got his own troubles,” Alex finally said quietly. “And Astrid is trying to help!”
Mia shook her head, and felt death.
“We all need to do something positive.” She said quietly “Stop messing about, trying to score points- this with a speaking look at Isabo, who had the grace to look sheepish.”Do you realise, there are probably a good few of our friends here, on this island quietly enjoying their fantasies.“She felt like crossing her fingers, but wasn’t sure if that was allowed or not ”And We, in dual time-are in the middle of this life or death struggle.” Marden she thought, it had to involve Marden., Time to take charge.”By the powers invested in me. WE SHALL Be involved. We shall triumph.”
No one consciously moved, but all were gone! In the clearing, there was just a faint scent of magnolia!