{"id":30625,"date":"2012-09-25T08:30:19","date_gmt":"2012-09-25T12:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/?p=30625"},"modified":"2012-09-25T10:53:32","modified_gmt":"2012-09-25T14:53:32","slug":"time-for-teasing-and-taunting-blinddestiny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/2012\/09\/time-for-teasing-and-taunting-blinddestiny\/","title":{"rendered":"Time for Teasing and Taunting…#blinddestiny"},"content":{"rendered":"

Have you entered to win a feather\u00a0From an Angel’s Wing<\/a>? \u00a0It’s the contest to celebrate the release of Blind Destiny<\/em>…<\/p>\n

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Prologue<\/p>\n

The woman stood alone in a courtyard of blood.<\/p>\n

The bodies that surrounded her looked more like meat than anything else.<\/p>\n

The man watching her from the shadows had lived through enough slaughters to recognize the one before him now.<\/p>\n

These people had been alive not that long ago. If he had only arrived sooner, he could have helped. It made no sense. Why was he here now<\/em>?<\/p>\n

Perhaps whoever had killed them would come back for the lone survivor.<\/p>\n

She stood there, drenched in blood, her head bowed.<\/p>\n

Frowning, he eased closer, uncaring of the blood and gore. Some would fear it would stain the pristine white garments he wore, but the clothes never stained. Never showed signs of wear or weather. The wonder of that no longer puzzled him, nor did he consider it a wonder. Just another observation in his long, wretched existence.<\/p>\n

He stepped in a puddle of blood and not even a drop trailed behind him as he continued forward, his steps soundless on the earth.<\/p>\n

He no longer completely moved in this world.<\/p>\n

A fact he had yet to fully accept. A fact he\u2019d never completely understand.<\/p>\n

Who are you<\/em>? He eyed her closely, almost willing her to lift her head, to take notice of him.<\/p>\n

Who are you\u2026who am I? Why am I here<\/em>?<\/p>\n

And that, if he were honest, was the question that bothered him the most.<\/p>\n

Oh, he had a vague idea. He was here because something had led him here, to this isolated home, perched on a lovely mountainside. From a distance, it had been rather imposing, a sign of wealth and power.<\/p>\n

Death and hell had waited within. Not too long ago, he never would have been able to sense the evils that had taken place inside here.<\/p>\n

But not that long ago, he had been a dead man himself.<\/p>\n

Not that long ago, he never would have seen what was about to happen.<\/p>\n

It was a knowledge he hated, the way he saw it unfolding in his mind. As though he had split into two people, the part of him that still clung to his mortal coil was terrified and desperate to flee from this hell place. The other part watched was what to come\u2014the way the woman went to her knees, her fingers sliding through the thick, red mess that was blood and earth.<\/p>\n

Then both sides of his brain reconnected.<\/p>\n

His mind did not understand what she held at first.<\/p>\n

But then he saw the glint of the blade, and he knew.<\/p>\n

He went to move\u2014<\/p>\n

No<\/em>.<\/p>\n

He could even hear the scream forming in his mind.<\/p>\n

That was not the answer. No other knew that better than he.<\/p>\n

But he could not move.<\/p>\n

He physically could not move.<\/p>\n

She has to take this step.<\/em><\/p>\n

He shook his head, denying the voice that whispered to him from within.<\/p>\n

Yes. Because once she does, once she is almost past hope, you can reach her. Then, you will offer her the choice.<\/em><\/p>\n

As she plunged the blade into her chest, finally, he could scream. Their screams mingled as one and as the inexplicable bonds controlling him loosened, he rushed to her side.<\/p>\n

He slid an arm beneath her and even as he touched her, he felt it. The buzz of something\u2026more<\/em>. He did not know how to describe what it was, but he knew it was powerful.<\/p>\n

And as her gaze held his, he saw everything\u2026<\/p>\n

Everything she was, everything she had ever done.<\/p>\n

And she looked into his eyes and saw everything he<\/em> was. Everything he<\/em> had ever done.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

They whispered it as one.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Chapter One<\/p>\n

There were very few people in the world that Will could say truly knew him. And only one of them could he call friend.<\/p>\n

That one person was Sina, and she was almost as old as he was. Just a few short years separated them. A few decades, maybe a century. He had no way of knowing. Those first years had been lost to insanity and he barely remembered them.<\/p>\n

They were almost a matched set, he supposed. Ancient creatures, not all right in the head, not then. Not now.<\/p>\n

For the longest time, it had just been them, struggling to adapt to what they were meant to do, what they had become.<\/p>\n

What would come later, as more and more of them were made.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d fought together often in those early days. Bled together. Came as close to dying as they were likely to, as long as they insisted on holding on.<\/p>\n

Not that he had much choice.<\/p>\n

Too much to atone for.<\/p>\n

But Sina could let go. She wouldn\u2019t, though. She\u2019d be here until the bloody end. He knew this, because he knew her.<\/p>\n

And she knew him, even without benefit of her oh-so-canny abilities of the mind.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, she couldn\u2019t read his mind. Not anymore. She\u2019d been able to, that one time, when she hovered at death\u2019s door and he\u2019d been stunned at what she\u2019d done, what she was.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d seen enough, that one night. But that was the only time she\u2019d ever read him deeply.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t matter. Sina didn\u2019t have to read <\/em>him.<\/p>\n

She knew<\/em> him.<\/p>\n

And that was even worse.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d know what was coming if he approached her.<\/p>\n

Will was no fool.<\/p>\n

So instead of going to her, he decided to approach the matter in a more roundabout fashion. Sometimes the straightforward approach just wasn\u2019t the best way to handle things.<\/p>\n

Especially with creatures who were older than dirt and reacted very poorly to change.<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

The night smelled of rain.<\/p>\n

Honeysuckle.<\/p>\n

And wet dog.<\/p>\n

Luc laughed as Krell flopped down next to him with a happy sigh after he\u2019d shaken the water out of his fur. \u201cYou just can\u2019t stay out of the lake, can you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Krell nudged his thigh.<\/p>\n

Obligingly, Luc scratched the dog behind his ears. \u201cIf you wanted to get wet, all you had to do was wait a little while. It\u2019s getting ready to storm.\u201d<\/p>\n

Those words had no sooner left his mouth than it happened, tension gathering in the air. It wrapped around him tighter and tighter while next to him, Krell whined, inching closer. The dog had been around too long not to know what that meant.<\/p>\n

Luc sighed. The bad part with not being able to see\u2014he had long since acclimated himself to relying on his other senses, honing it to a fine skill. He could sense Will\u2019s arrival a good two minutes before others could. It had nothing to do with psychic skill and everything to do with the way the feel of the world changed.<\/p>\n

Tighter. Hotter. And somehow\u2026brighter. Even though Luc\u2019s world had been wrapped in darkness for hundreds of years.<\/p>\n

In the seconds before Will made his appearance, the tension lessened, almost like the calm before the storm. Then it swelled to a crescendo and Luc\u2019s ears popped as Will\u2019s portal appeared.<\/p>\n

Not that Luc was watching\u2014he could have. Krell wasn\u2019t just there for companionship. In all the centuries since Luc had become a Grimm, a guardian angel, he\u2019d developed an ability to connect with others and use their eyes. Usually, he limited it to a specific partner, or to his companion animal, but he could use the eyes of anyone he saw fit.<\/p>\n

He just chose not to.<\/p>\n

Just as he chose not to look at Will. He didn\u2019t need to see the bastard. Actually, he\u2019d rather not talk to him, either.<\/p>\n

Will rarely came bearing good news. Curling his hand into the thick fur of Krell\u2019s neck, Luc murmured, \u201cPerhaps you and I should have gone into town tonight, gotten rip-roaring drunk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t get drunk,\u201d Will said.<\/p>\n

No, that was true. Pity, that. Something he missed from his mortal years.<\/p>\n

The Grimm all looked human enough. Even their fearless leader Will, with his pure white hair and silver eyes\u2014granted, Will looked like a freaky human, but still, human was human.<\/p>\n

They had all been human at some point in their lives. They\u2019d chosen to become what they were\u2014taking the step to become a Grimm, fighting against the demons that slid through the veil separating the mortal world from the netherplains.<\/p>\n

That change was a drastic one, though. Altering them until the human appearance was just that\u2014an appearance. A wound that would kill a mortal, they could heal in minutes or hours. They could go days, weeks without rest if they had to. And those were just the physical changes.<\/p>\n

All of them were reborn into this life with gifts.<\/p>\n

One of Luc\u2019s was the ability to connect with others to use their sight.<\/p>\n

His other gift\u2014peering into the minds of others\u2014was normally rather reliable.<\/p>\n

Of course, he normally didn\u2019t try to peer inside Will\u2019s impenetrable mind.<\/p>\n

It was like trying to peer at anything with his sightless eyes\u2026he saw nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYet you still can\u2019t help but try to look, can you?\u201d Will asked.<\/p>\n

Luc shrugged. \u201cHabit.\u201d Stroking a hand down Krell\u2019s back, he said, \u201cIf I hadn\u2019t had that gift to rely on for the past few centuries, it wouldn\u2019t be second nature.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue.\u201d There was a pause and Luc could hear the other man coming closer.<\/p>\n

As Will sat down beside him, Luc muttered a quiet oath. So the boss wasn\u2019t there for a quick chat. Fuck it all.<\/p>\n

Will laughed quietly. \u201cYou\u2019re still mad at me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, it\u2019s not so much that I\u2019m angry. I just don\u2019t like you, Will.\u201d The hand stroking Krell curled into a fist. He was angry, though. Not just over the loss of Perci. That was a pride thing just as much as anything else. He was angry at Will, angry at himself, angry with Perci even, for how long they\u2019d let each other suffer.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you would but be honest with yourself, you would realize she has been lost to you for a very long time,\u201d Will said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I know that.\u201d He sighed. \u201cKnowing it in here\u2026\u201d He touched a hand to his temple, then laid it against his heart. \u201cDoesn\u2019t make it any easier to accept in here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTruer words,\u201d Will mused. \u201cDoes it make it any easier for you to know that she is happy? Happier than she has been for a very long time?\u201d<\/p>\n

Luc closed his eyes. \u201cIt makes it easier. Yet it hurts like a son of a bitch. I couldn\u2019t help her, and I\u2019m arrogant enough for that to sting. But I love her enough to want her happy, no matter what the cost.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the next few moments, no words were spoken. It had been more than six months since Perci had left. Six months. But it had been hundreds of years since he had lost her. They had been married once, long ago. Back in their mortal life. They had come through the change from mortal to Grimm together, but they hadn\u2019t been together as man and wife since their mortal years. The wounds they\u2019d received, the murder of their children, Luc\u2019s torture at the hands of his stepmother, Perci\u2019s abuse\u2014it had left scars that went too deep.<\/p>\n

Luc had accepted those losses, and he might have been willing to let go, but the woman he\u2019d loved, he couldn\u2019t help her, and she couldn\u2019t move on. She\u2019d carried those hurts so deeply.<\/p>\n

She was happy now, though. With another man. A new Grimm, and a man Luc would like to hate.<\/p>\n

It was a bitch that he just couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what brings you to my humble abode, old man?\u201d he asked Will after the silence had stretched on just a little too long.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve a job for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I figured you hadn\u2019t come out just to have a beer.\u201d Luc rose to his feet. \u201cBut if you don\u2019t mind, I think I\u2019m going to go have one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHaven\u2019t we already established the fact that you can\u2019t get drunk?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not drinking to get drunk\u2014I just like the taste of it. And you can talk while we walk,\u201d Luc pointed out. He snapped his fingers for Krell to join him and reached down, resting a hand on the dog\u2019s head, seamlessly connecting their minds and looking around.<\/p>\n

Sure enough, clouds had rolled in. He could feel the wind slapping against him and it had a cold bite to it. Maybe he\u2019d lay a fire at the chalet. A fire, while he had that beer, and listened to whatever insane job Will had laid out for him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u201cGreece?\u201d Luc repeated nearly thirty minutes later.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d Will studied the bottle Luc had given him with a mistrustful eye before lifting it and taking a taste. He immediately put it back down. He\u2019d tried rancid wine in his mortal life that had tasted better than that, he was pretty sure. \u201cThere\u2019s a house located in a small village in Greece\u2026 Kalo Horio. Some of them think it\u2019s haunted. It\u2019s not terribly old, built back in the 1700s. They\u2019ve got a legend they\u2019ve built around it\u2026the seven bloody sisters.\u201d<\/p>\n

Luc turned that around in his mind and then shook his head. \u201cNever heard of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s because they invented it.\u201d Rising from the stool, he headed toward the refrigerator and opened it, studying the contents. Junk, he decided. Beer, soft drinks, chocolate milk. For food, there was chocolate, pizza, chips, buffalo wings, hot dogs, bologna. Heaven help him. \u201cLuc, you have the appetite of an adolescent.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. And what\u2019s wonderful is the fact that I\u2019ll never gain a pound, I never have to worry about an unsightly complexion, nor do I have to worry about hardening of the arteries, cholesterol, any of those unpleasantries.\u201d He finished off his beer and, without even pausing to aim, tossed it into the recycling bin.<\/p>\n

Will blinked. \u201cThat\u2019s rather amazing. How do you do that without seeing it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve lived hundreds of years without sight. I\u2019ve picked up a few tricks.\u201d He shrugged. \u201cWhat does this legend, this house, have to do with us? Are demons causing the hauntings?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll have to figure that out for yourself. For now, you\u2019ll have to go see Sina. She\u2019s to work with you on this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Luc had been in the middle of getting himself another beer. Now he paused. In the middle of the floor, he turned to face Will. An odd look\u2014one that Will had never seen\u2014crossed his face. He almost looked lost, Will thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cSina,\u201d Luc murmured. \u201cYou want me to work with Sina.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Will shrugged. \u201cShe\u2019s just the one I know you need to work with. I don\u2019t know why. I do know she\u2019s familiar with the area. Perhaps that is why. You can find her in Las Vegas, I think. She loves that insane city, for some reason.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cHeigh-ho, heigh-ho, it\u2019s off to work we go\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I watched, amused as all get out as the little men paraded across the screen. Really, it was the most ridiculous piece of work I\u2019ve ever seen, both now, and the other hundred-and-sixty-three times I\u2019ve watched it.<\/p>\n

Yes, I\u2019ve really watched Snow White and the Seven Dwarves<\/em> one-hundred-and-sixty-three times. I love the movie. It\u2019s absurd. I love it for its absurdity. It\u2019s my own fault, I suppose. I\u2019d helped concoct the earliest version\u2019s tale.<\/p>\n

I bet you didn\u2019t know that, did you?<\/p>\n

My own story is a little more grim than this, but that\u2019s typical for those like us.<\/p>\n

There was a knock at the door. I opened my mind to see who it was\u2014just a fraction, of course, because one could never be too careful. I couldn\u2019t penetrate the mind and that made me frown. There weren\u2019t many I couldn\u2019t read. If I couldn\u2019t read them, that meant they were either like me\u2026psychically gifted, not necessarily a Grimm, or one of the few people with just a natural resistance to psychic probes.<\/p>\n

It could be Will, I supposed. Even those of us who are psychic aren\u2019t usually strong enough to block me. Will was one, but it wasn\u2019t like him to knock. He just blew his way in, almost like the big bad wolf. Of course, that\u2019s not who he is. That\u2019s a different story entirely.<\/p>\n

If it wasn\u2019t Will, who\u2026?<\/p>\n

A face flashed through my mind, followed by a rush of heat. Of need. The skin along the back of my neck prickled in warning but I brushed it off.<\/p>\n

No reason for him to be here, now was there?<\/p>\n

Mentally chastising myself, I silenced the TV and slid off the bed. Whoever it was, the person had the patience of a saint. There was no second knock. Just silence, but he\u2014yes, it was a man, I knew\u2014continued to wait.<\/p>\n

Again, that shiver ran down my spine.<\/p>\n

Halfway between my bedroom and the hotel door, I called out, \u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Luc.\u201d<\/p>\n

A punch of longing rolled through me like waves crashing against the beach. Luc.<\/p>\n

Picture your typical fairy tale prince. Eyes of a perfect blue, a chiseled, handsome face with a cleft in his chin, arched black brows and hair that framed a face so perfect even Michelangelo couldn\u2019t have hoped to reproduce it. A long, lean warrior\u2019s body, a smile that could have made angels weep.<\/p>\n

Hell, I knew that for a fact, because he has made me weep. And I am angel, even if I am somewhat imperfect.<\/p>\n

That was Luc.<\/p>\n

He was even a prince. And there were fairy tales written about him. I\u2019d helped write them. But I hadn\u2019t done him justice. Couldn\u2019t do that, now could I? If I\u2019d penned the tale the way I wanted to, some of our brothers and sisters in arms might see things I\u2019d rather them not see.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d realize things I\u2019d rather they not know.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think anybody knew, not even Will. A benefit of being of the old ones, since I was nearly as old as he was. He\u2019d respect it if I told him to stay the hell out of my mind, and I could back that up with walls so solid he couldn\u2019t penetrate them.<\/p>\n

So unless he was given some of that uncanny knowledge, our fearless leader would never know how I felt about Luc.<\/p>\n

Luc.<\/p>\n

Luc. A man I dreamed about, a man I longed for. A man who was in love with his own fairy tale princess\u2026and she wasn\u2019t me.<\/p>\n

Luc. The last man on earth I wanted to see. Ever.<\/p>\n

Composing myself, I detoured by the bathroom. I\u2019d been munching popcorn while I enjoyed the movie. I wasn\u2019t about to greet him with buttery crumbs clinging to my fingers. While there, I checked my face. Yes, I\u2019m vain. Smoothing my hair back into a ponytail, I glanced down at my clothes and sighed.<\/p>\n

Not that I\u2019d let myself primp to meet Luc or anything. The black yoga pants and T-shirt would suffice.<\/p>\n

Primping served no good use, anyway. This man would never be mine.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d never have his lady\u2019s heart, and I\u2019d never have his. Those were facts I\u2019d long ago accepted.<\/p>\n

Enough stalling<\/em>. With one deep breath, I left the bathroom and made for the door.<\/p>\n

I opened it and leaned against the doorjamb, brow cocked. This wasn\u2019t a friendly call, I already knew that.<\/p>\n

But I couldn\u2019t see his mind as easily as I could others\u2014he was too well trained for that. I\u2019d been the one to train him.<\/p>\n

Perhaps I shouldn\u2019t have done such a good job. A peek inside his mind would have let me prepare myself. And I could have used the advantage.<\/p>\n

I never saw this coming\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you know about the seven bloody sisters?\u201d<\/p>\n

~*~<\/p>\n

Enter the contest<\/a>…<\/p>\n

Read more about Blind Destiny<\/a>… or you can just preorder it. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

Amazon<\/a>\u00a0| BN |\u00a0Samhain<\/a>\u00a0|\u00a0iBookstore<\/a>\u00a0(BN link not live yet)<\/p>\n

(This won’t be out in print for a while…it’s not long enough so it has to be paired up.)<\/p>\n

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