Were-seer Denied

Story by StGeorgesHorse on SoFurry

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#67 of The Moonrise Chronicles

Sorry I only had time for this one chapter. Tiring weekend.


                Maggie

jumped on the comatose body and pummeled it with her fists. "Don't you dare go

out on me right now! What the hell were all those things you were saying?"

                It did

no good. He was out like a light. The tsarina held out her hand. "Come on

child, let's get him inside. I'm thankful he has recovered who he is, but he

seems to have dragged along something more, something potentially harmful. I

think we would have been wiser to extract the bullet when we had the chance."

                Maggie

stood and put her hands on her hips. "Harmful? I now know that my grandmother

is alive. And she has the other ring! I'd think that you'd be grateful to know

your sister is still alive. What kind of bitch are you?"

                "An

alive one. If I know my sister, she has kept a low profile for as long as I

have. Now your friend here can suddenly see anything that comes to his mind. Do

you have any idea how dangerous that makes him? Why do you think they tried to

kill Rasputin? He saw so many things coming that he hardly knew where to

start."

                "But

that's a good thing, isn't it?"

                "Knowing

the future? That's the most dangerous thing anyone can know. Some of the information

may seem inconsequential my dear, but other things people will kill to

protect." Her face was drawn into a severe frown.

                "Let's

assume what he said was all true. So my grandmother is alive. Don't you want to

have a reunion?"

                "Child,

I would love to see my sister again. But if we are together, then it makes

things even easier for whoever is trying to kill me to kill two birds with one

stone."

                "So

then we kill him first."

                "But

who is he? A boy? Why would a boy be trying to kill me?"

                "Did

you kill anyone in St Petersburg recently?"

                "I kill

people all the time dear. So if you're implying that I killed someone's father,

it's possible. But it doesn't go far in explaining the length of time that I

have been pursued.  And yor friend said

that it was a boy, but not a boy. What the hell does that mean?"

                "I

don't know. Peter Pan maybe?"

                The old

woman made a gurgling sound in her throat. "You speak with more wisdom than you

know child. That could make sense in the right context."

                "Peter

Pan? Really? Now I'm totally confused."

                "It's

alright. I think that to end this long exile, I will have to do as you say. We

will go to St Petersburg when your friend has recovered."

                "But

what about the silver in his head?"

                "That

has not killed him as of yet, so I would have to retort in kind to you that it

isn't my concern. I feel that you will never leave this country safely if we

first don't remove the threat that is now directed against all of us, not just

the one in his head."

                Maggie

sat down on Edward's prone form and wept. After expending her tears and then

wiping them dry, she assisted in carrying him indoors. He was laid to rest on a

pile of pillows, covered in old furs and left to recuperate. Maggie stripped

and joined him. The tsarina held her tongue. She knew when to leave matters be.

                He

didn't move for a day. During that time he would mumble words and snatches of

phrases, and Maggie tried to commit every one of them to memory. She was still

thinking that he was crazy when he had mentioned Fangboner Road. There could be

no such place. But he mentioned it again in his sleep. It sounded more sexually

vulgar than real.

                He

spoke of Leonardo again, and his whispering voice was filled with admiration

for the man. "Pure genius" and "sly dog" were only a few of the compliments he

paid the man. His ramblings went on for hours, suddenly stopping and then

resuming an hour later.

                Maggie

tried to remain awake during it all, but she was exhausted from worrying over

him. She fell into a dream-torn sleep. In it, she was assailed by strangely

formed men armed with silver swords and exotic sidearms firing silver

ammunition. She was dodging bullets and swipes of the blades as she dashed

about looking for something; what it was she had no idea.

                She twisted

and turned avoiding one onslaught after another. But then she saw what it was

she was looking for. In the back, under a low hanging lamp, was a boy, a young

man really, sitting there looking extremely gleeful. She stared hard at his

face as the action in the room froze into slow motion. He looked to be her age,

maybe a little older. What set him apart from most kids her age was the custom

suit and the cigar in his mouth.

                Oh, and

the fact that he too was packing heat.

                He

seemed to see her and pulled out a pistol and began firing. Despite her

flexible body and quick reactions, she was struck down. She hit the floor as

the burning began. In seconds she was nothing more than smoke and dust.

                She

awoke with a start. Her breathing was coming in fits and tears were streaming

down her face. She retracted her claws from Edward's comatose body, carefully

licking the holes clean even as they healed. She didn't want anyone asking why

he was covered in blood. That had been the spookiest nightmare she had ever

had. She had to wonder if this was the boy that Edward spoke of, and the one

that the tsarina was now set on confronting.

                If so,

then she wished she had gotten a closer look at him. She assumed that what she

had seen was real, in some way or another, and she had witnessed it through her

connection with Edward. Somewhere in the mangled folds of his mind was a newly

formed connection that was far superior to the one she had. She could sense

future needs and act upon them, but he was seeing things as there were going to

unfold. He could see lottery numbers, and government secrets and obscure

places; he could find people in the blink on an eye. She was beginning to see

where this would be good, and also how it could be very very bad. Edward had

morals, but if he were coerced into using his power by say, a government; then

things could get very bad, very fast.

                She tried

to decide whether or not to remove the bullet or leave it. Leaving it meant

that he would always have the risk of it reacting with his body. Leaving it

meant he was to have mysteriously gained overt mental powers for the rest of

his life. When he woke up, he was going to have to make a big decision as to

which way he was going to have it. She couldn't be responsible for such a fate.

                She

drifted off again, but was wracked with such severe visions that she forced

herself awake and remained that way until he woke. By then, she was exhausted

beyond belief and crashed for a few hours herself.

                When

she awoke, he was dressed and in a deep conversation with the tsarina. When he

saw her he stood and grabbed her up off the floor, swinging her in the air.

                "Mags!  It's good to see you!"

                Since

she was naked she felt a touch awkward. She morphed into her wolfgirl form. At

least it gave her some covering.

                She

smiled at him quite tenderly. "I missed you more I think. You were gone for a

very long time."

                He

slowed the twirl and set her on the ground. "So I hear. Sounds like I was

partying it up. Not my usual behavior, but it must have been one hell of a

ride. Is it true that I screwed a bear?"

                His

manner was less reserved than normal, like everything he had to say made little

difference to him now.

                "Yes

father, you did. A male bear."

                "He he!

I wonder if I could find him again. I'd love to do it and remember it."

                She

kicked him. "That's not funny!"

                "Eh.

Maybe not, but it still sounds fun."

                She

refused to get drawn into his trap. She knew he was just baiting her. "Father,

what about all those things you were saying before you collapsed?"

                The old

woman spoke first. "We have been discussing that. Apparently he doesn't

remember saying anything. It's too bad really, for the more I've thought about

it, the more I think that his power could be beneficial to me."

                Maggie

was suddenly suspicious of the woman, but still said what she was thinking.

"What if we tried all three rings on him again?"

                He held

up his hand, pulling off one of two that were there. "Here you go Mags. One is

plenty for me. I don't want three rings. If what I had going for me returns,

I'll deal with it as it happens."

                "So you

can't see into the future?"

                "I

don't see how I could. It's subject to variables and nuances that can be

affected right up to the proposed event horizon."

                "What?"

She was staring at him.

                "You

heard me. You can't possibly predict something before it happens, not with one

hundred percent accuracy. So whatever I was saying has no basis for being factual."

                "So my

grandmother?"

                "What

of her?"

                "You

said she was living in Pittsburg."

                "Did

I?"

                "Yes

you did."

                "Well,

I have no way of determining if that's true or not, do I?"

                She

stared at him, hard. "What about your parents?"

                "What

about them?"

                "You

said they were alive."

                "Did

I?" His expression was hard to read.

                "Yes

you did. And you mentioned so many other things. You can't have forgotten them

all already!"

                "Sorry

kiddo, but I don't remember saying those things. If I did and I had some good information,

then do your best to remember it. We may need it later on."

                "Riiiiight.

Fine. But if you start spouting off again, I'm memorizing every word of what

you were saying."

                "That's

what I said. It would be nice if I could just see ahead, but if I was, it isn't

sticking with me." He ruffled her hair. "I think we have so makeup time in the

future though, if you know what I mean. I don't think it's takes a fortune

teller to predict that."

                She

suddenly felt very wet."Do you mean it?"

                "Of course

I do! It had to be hard on you watching me doing it with all those cousins of

yours."

                "It was

sort of aggravating..."

                "Then

it's a date. But before we can take a little time out ofr ourselves, we need to

figure out what we are going to do now that we're here. Your great aunt wished

to confront her antagonist, and I for one think it's both a good and a bed

idea."

                "Oh.

Why?"

                "Because

it will be touching the match to the powder keg.  Whoever this person is, they have been

working in the shadows for a long time. Being exposed and confronted will

likely send them into a rage. That's what I think, not that it matters much."

                The old

woman frowned. "I don't care what happens. The more I think it over, the more I

feel it needs to be done."

                "As you

wish," said Edward. "But understand that the results on this confrontation will

be on your head."

                "After

all of these years, I think I can accept that. Can I expect to receive your

help?"

                Maggie

looked at him expectantly.

                "Yes,

we'll help... On one condition."

                The

frown deepened. "I don't like conditions."

                "This

one is simple. It will be just Maggie, myself and you; no one else."

                "That's

utter foolishness!"

                "Is it?

Would you rather take a small army of werewolves into a possible trap? Would

you risk their lives and possible exposure over this little vendetta of yours?"

                "It's

not a vendetta. He has been trying to kill me!"

                "That may

be, but I have no desire to get in the middle of this fight. I have been in enough

already, even if this person was responsible for my present lot in life. The

bullet isn't causing me any grief for the moment, and if it has to come out, it

will be done by a surgeon, not a broad ax in the middle of nowhere."

                The woman

looked ready to burst in her anger. "Fine! As you command. But you had better

be up for one hell of a fight. I have dealt with his henchmen more than once in

the past."

                "I

think that I am more than ready for anything anyone can throw at me. We'll

leave tomorrow, so get everything together that you think you'll need. In the

meantime, I have a promise to keep." HE took Maggie's hand and they walked out

into the wilderness.

                "Father?"

                "Yes

dear?"

                "You've

changed."

                "Yes, I

believe you're right. Is that a problem?"

                "I don't

know yet. It's like it's you, only not you."

                "How

very descriptive! But I see your point. What can I say? I had my brain rearranged

by a silver bullet. That's not something you walk away from unscathed, now is

it?"

                "I

guess not. And I feel stupid for mentioning it. You could just have easily been

killed at Da Vinci. Between them and your transformation you nearly leveled the

place."

                "So I

understand. It's regrettable, but not our fault." Then he stiffened. "I just

got thinking. They'll be able to identify me by my credit card."

                Maggie

smiled. "No they won't. The place was a mass of flames. It'll have burned up in

the fire."

                He seemed

to accept this, and after another minute of walking he stopped. "How about

here?"

                She

looked around. "It's not very far from the others."

                "I

know. I assume you watched me mating with them. Don't you want them to see me

making love to you? Show them who has my heart?"

                "Yes!"

                He

tossed his clothing over a branch and transformed. Not into that huge mindless

thing, but into a straight up, run of the mill werewolf (if such a thing

exists). His size was comparable to hers, though still larger.

                She was

still her wolf-girl form. "Do you want me like this, or what?"

                "Go

like me. I want them to see nothing but two werewolves so there will be no

doubt in their minds that when it comes down to it, there is only one mate in my

life."

                "What about...?"

                He

hushed her. "Not now. You and I are here together and that's all that matters

at the moment."

                She

leaned up against a tree, allowing him to take her from the rear. After watching

him with the others, she expected that she was going to have to steel herself.

But his touch was surprisingly gentle for this form, and his entry into her smooth

and comfortable. His bite-hold on her neck almost tickled in its subtlety. And

his knot; well that was just perfect. She nearly melted, and then she did. She

could smell him and knew he was cheating. She couldn't find it in her heart to

complain.

                That didn't

keep the couple from filling the woods with howls and growls. Once he got

going, the tempo never slacked, until in the wee hours of a  moon-lit night, even the other werewolves

finally covered their ears and wished that they'd knock it off for a while.

They didn't. By sunrise, two very tired and very happy humans made their way to

the pile of pillows and collapsed into a deep sleep. By the time they awoke,

the tsarina was packed and patiently waiting for them to get a move on it.