A Witch's Fate_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Cheri Winters

  "Ivy, Ben," I say. It's taking everything I've got to stay calm and cool when I approach. They turn to look at me, still holding hands. "Mind if I take a minute," I ask Ben, keeping it civil, trying to sound as natural as I can.

  "Sure," he says, squinting into the sun, trying not to wince in pain. I'd intentionally approached with the sun directly behind me, so it would be in his eyes whenever he tried to talk to me. "I'll call you later tonight," he says.

  Both of them are polite enough, or maybe just scared enough of me going off, that they don't kiss goodbye right in front of me. Ivy just says, "Yes. I'll look forward to it." Her eyes follow him as he scurries off to his bike to cover up from the mean old sun and go back to his little crypt.

  "Since Grandma's gone, want me to come over and keep you company for dinner?"

  She turns her eyes from Ben to me. "Thanks, but I'll be fine tonight." She gives me a really awkward smile. The kind that always says, ‘I want to let you down easy.’

  "He's not coming over, is he?" I ask.

  "Not like it's any of your business, but no. Grandma's rules, no boys over to the house when she's on the road."

  "Well, no boys you have any chance of doing anything with," I say. It sounds way more petulant and whiny than I'd intended. I sound weak.

  "You're family, Carl. And she likes you coming by when she's gone, because she trusts that nothing could ever hurt me while you're there."

  How can one word be simultaneously the best and worst thing anybody could call you? I lost my family when I was five. Murdered by vampires in the great war. A couple other werewolves took me in to foster, but they weren't family, and they never let me be a child. From the moment my parents died, I went into training to be a soldier, a vampire killer. They didn't love me, they didn't care for me, they just molded me.

  When Grandma calls me ‘Family,’ nothing in all of the world makes me happier. To have a woman I look up to consider me as close as her own blood fills me with such pride. But when Ivy uses that word with me, it's something else. It's a limitation, a cage. Sisters don't love brothers the way I wish Ivy could love me.

  That one word, ‘Family,’ out of her mouth is a future I long for rendered impossible.

  "I should come by, then, so Grandma can relax knowing I'm there."

  "No," Ivy says, sharply. "We both know what's going to happen. You're going to just bad mouth Ben all night long. Maybe you'll start politely, but you're not going to stop, and I am sick and tired of everybody constantly pushing me about this."

  I open my mouth to say something.

  "Shut it," she says. "I can take care of myself. I can date who I want to date, whether you or Grandma or anybody else likes him or not. I see something in him that I really like and that I don't see in anybody else." Ivy looks down at her shoes and bites her lip.

  I know what she's about to say next, and I don't want to hear it out loud, but I also respect her enough to not walk away from her right now.

  "Not even you, Carl."

  Behind me, I hear Ben's little toy drive off. She finally looks up, not at me, but to watch him go. I'm furious at him for using all the skill at charming women he's certainly picked up over his many years to turn my sensible Ivy into a love-struck fool.

  "There's a lot about Ben you don't know," I say.

  "I know enough. He told me about his family last night, about how they have to live. He's just been needing somebody to reach out to him and open up a bit."

  "Oh, he told you, did he? What did he say?"

  "He said you need to earn his trust enough for him to tell you the story is what he said, Carl."

  I shake my head at her. "Whatever he told you is a lie. There is no Ben Wake, it's just a name he's using for now, and that he'll discard, along with you, as soon as he gets what he wants."

  "See, Carl? This is why I don't want you to come over tonight."

  "This is why you need me to come over, Ivy." I'm trying so hard to not break the secrecy of the vampires, because there's no way I could do that and not break the secrecy about my people as well. It would also break the Truce for any one of us, zombie or blood, to out one of the others. I don't care about the truce, though. I care about protecting my own. And when I say ‘my own’, I mean my blood and I mean Ivy.

  "I can't deal with this anymore. I can't deal with you anymore, Carl."

  "And I can't stand by and see someone I love be taken and used by something like Ben."

  Ivy stares at me. I realize both of the mistakes I just made, dropping the l-word with her, and referring to Ben as a thing. I can't stop myself, though. The wolf has got a hold of my tongue.

  "You want Ben, take him, but if you do, I walk away. Which is it? All the good years we've had as best of friends, or some gloomy fop that just sauntered into town."

  "Well thank you for giving me a simple choice," Ivy says. "You can turn around and walk away. Right now."

  I open my mouth to speak, and she cuts me off again.

  "Shut it, Carl. Shut it and keep it shut."

  Now I'm angry, and that always gives the wolf more control. If I open my mouth, I will regret to my dying day what comes out of it. I clamp my teeth together and turn away. Keeping quiet now is my only chance of salvaging anything that we once had, if there's anything left of her after Ben throws her away.

  Ivy doesn't know that even in human form, I still have unusually acute hearing. Nowhere near as sharp as when I'm in wolf form, but enough that I barely hear her whisper, "Carl," and "Please?" as I walk away.

  I have never in my life had as much trouble putting one foot in front of the other as I am now. The wolf is whispering in my ear to go out and hunt, rend, tear, kill. It reminds me of the feel of hot blood spraying all over my face, of the metallic taste of raw flesh in my mouth. The wolf reminds me that for all the years of childhood I lost learning to stalk and destroy vampires, the Truce happened before I ever got to use any of it. “Just once,” the wolf whispers. “Just once. Use it...”

  I need to silence the wolf right now. I start humming some of Ivy's favorite piano music. It doesn't completely silence the wolf, but I at least remind it that any harm we bring to Ben will be paid for in Ivy's blood. They will send more zombies than I could ever dream of fending off to destroy her.

  Chapter Eight

  Nathan Marsh

  It’s time for a little bit of good, old-fashioned misbehavior. Not too much anymore, really, since the family I live with considers me to be over eighteen now. There’s an agreement with my ‘parents’ that I may stay at the house without rent as long as I remain in good standing for my last year of school. There’s really no reason for them to forbid me from leaving the house at nine in the evening to drive to Wyoming, but at the same time, it would in theory be hard for me to pay attention at school tomorrow.

  The weekend would be a much better time for me to take an overnight and not cause any trouble with my cover family, but Emily will be gone in the morning for several days, and I’m certain that things with Carl and Ivy are about to sour quite severely, since she is at this very moment out with Ben.

  Being able to drive very fast and without headlights, I cover the miles to the state line in just a couple or hours, and then find myself in Pangbourne a couple of hours later. The little town of barely ninety people is dead quiet at nearly two in the morning. All of the houses are dark, and there’s a light smell of wood smoke in the air from a few homes that have a stove burning to fend off the chill in the air.

  One of the houses has neither wood nor propane burning to keep it warm. I can barely detect its occupant, whose body is barely above the temperature of the air around it, but the computer it is sitting at shines clearly in my sight. This is the one I want to know about.

  She has game cameras around the home, and I can detect the wires of burglar alarms around the doors and windows. Her attempts at warding against my kind are unskilled, though, amateurish and rushed. I must have scared her when I removed the other hunter from consideration
back in January, but she has not maintained her wards around the property. The outer circle around her yard is so insignificant that I can pass the boundary freely without hesitation or alerting her at all, especially since I am keeping my mortal form mostly intact and my true nature mostly suppressed.

  I creep up to one of the windows and find that even in the dark of night, the blackout curtains are drawn. The thick fabric hides even the sound of the keyboard from my sensitive ears. Since the vampire inside seems quite intent on whatever is on its screen, I come around to the detached garage. The physical burglar alarm is easy to spot. The more subtle protections take some more examination to locate and care to circumvent. There is a ward on every door, but like the outer circle, she does not have the skill to set one properly against one as strong as I am. I look behind me, and can detect a more serious protection for the house itself, possibly set by someone stronger and more experienced, but it has not been properly maintained. Still, it would take me a lot more time than I have available if I wished to go through it without alerting her.

  Once I get past the door and into the garage, I take a quick inventory. On the surface, it looks like the garage of somebody who loves to work their machines hard, and takes fastidious care of them. The truck is a big dual-wheeled pickup. The motorcycle is a KTM Duke 690 adventure bike, and there are two ATVs. Red tool chests and a workbench line one wall. A mountain bike hangs from the rafters. The concrete floor is sealed and swept, not a thing is out of place. The pickup and one of the ATVs have hefty, rugged tool boxes mounted on them. I pick the lock on the one on the ATV, and find that underneath a tray for smaller tools, there’s a hidden compartment. Inside, I find a pistol loaded with silver bullets, silvered blades, and other implements for hunting other vampires. They all have the signature drop of blood in a drop of blood sigil of the Negre vampire clan.

  There’s a part of me that wants to finally end this hunt I’ve been on for the past four years, looking for this particular hunter. But for one thing. Ivy’s recent divination had inspired me, and I did some work of my own, using my sight to look around the corners and into the shadows of the future. The only ones where Ivy lives beyond the next month have this hunter in them. So I need to find out what she’s up to.

  Unfortunately, I have no means of intercepting whatever she’s looking for online. I am good, but nowhere near good enough to get into the house and just look over her shoulder undetected. Another look at her weapons shows me she’s only concerned with a vampire, not with a werewolf or a mortal. Sure, she’s got the standard protections up against lycanthropes, but the kit she has is very specialized for hunting her own kind.

  Interestingly, there’s nothing set up for my kind, even though I had taken great care with the other hunter I dispatched a few months back to make it clear exactly what sort of creature was responsible. Perhaps they consider the encounter between myself and the other vampire to have been a truly random occurrence. It is no secret that my kind have no love for their kind.

  In that case, the nearly single-minded focus on hunting another vampire tells me this one might be aware of Ben’s presence in the area. That she is not preparing for werewolves tells me she hasn’t gotten close enough to Ben to know that that Carl is in the equation. Which means that Ivy hopefully has not come to her attention yet, either.

  But my peek into the future tells me Ivy’s survival beyond the next few weeks is tied into this particular hunter. So I do not think it will be long before she narrows in on Ben. And as much as I dislike Ben, he is tied into Ivy’s fate as well. I still do not know what that fate is, though. Just that she has drawn Ben, Carl, and myself to her. Unfortunately, all three of us have histories as well. I just hope that Ivy does not get caught up in them.

  But I have lingered longer than is safe. If the hunter catches me in her garage, things will not go well for her in the ensuing fight. I carefully let myself out of the garage and undo whatever disruption I’ve done to her alarms and tells. I wait a few blocks down, watching her house for an hour, but she doesn’t leave. I would like to stay longer, but I need to get on the road back to Stokers Mill for school, and the hunter is unlikely to come out to start something closer to dawn than midnight.

  I make it back home barely in time to sneak back into my room before somebody comes to wake me up. Kate cocks an eyebrow at me while she sits at the table eating a bowl of cereal. Since I don’t sleep, I am usually out of my room before Kate, and ever since my body has been big enough to reach the stove, I have made her breakfast when I’ve heard her start waking up. Even though I keep to what mortals would consider a vegan diet, I have no qualms against cook her eggs and sausage, buttered toast, or hash. Over time, it has become a ritual between us, the way we start the day. I think having that daily touchpoint with somebody as good-hearted as Kate has gone a long way towards tempering my occasional tendency to let my blood run hot. It has become especially important to both of us this spring, as Kate will be moving to Boston at the end of August to start college.

  Our parents may not have noticed anything – they can be rather dense that way. But Kate most definitely knows the only reason I would not have been in the kitchen before she was out of bed is if I were out of the house. Her look is a silent way of asking me if I were up to trouble she might need to cover me for.

  “Do I even want to know?” she asks, after our parents head out for work.

  “I was up in Wyoming,” I tell her, fishing around in the fridge for some berries and an orange. I rather enjoy being able to tell a positively ridiculous truth to her.

  “Well, I hope you gassed up the car. It’s your turn to drive today.”

  It isn’t until mid-morning that I get a chance to talk to Ivy alone. Our second period classes are next to each other, and we have AP Chem together for third. Teachers long ago figured out that I was a bad influence on Ivy’s lab work, so I know that I’ve got just a few minutes before we get to class and end up at lab benches on the opposite sides of the room.

  “Good evening last night?” I ask her. She’s still stepping pretty light, even well into the school day.

  “I know. It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” she asks, smiling at me. Then her face becomes serious. “You’re not about to lean on me over Ben are you? I already know I’m going to get an earful from Carl and Kate. It would be nice if one of my closest friends would be a bit supportive.”

  “Did it feel right to you?” I ask her.

  Without hesitation, Ivy says, “Yes. It did. The only time it has so far.” She looks up and to the side briefly, and the smile returns to her face. “Yes. Last night was right.”

  “As long as that remains true, let me wish you well, then.”

  “Thank you,” she says, quietly. “I think you’re the only one other than me that kind of gets Ben. I know you don’t like him, but I think you at least understand him.”

  “As long as he continues to treat you well, perhaps he will grow on me.”

  “He definitely finds you interesting. I don’t think he really has you figured out, but I think he’d like to know a lot more about you.”

  Oh, Ivy. Ben certainly would like to know more about me. I am quite surprised he still has not even hazarded a guess about me. Well, the distraction of a pretty woman can do that, I imagine, and that hunter I finally found last night has definitely been on his mind.

  “There still seems to be something you are hesitating about, though,” I say to Ivy. “Like you are not completely convinced this is the right thing for you.” Here I am decidedly playing unfair. She is hiding that uncertainty very well. If I hadn’t been out to her circle soon after she had done her divination, I would not be able to see that her words have confidence, but there is a little bit of an act to them.

  “Maybe I’m just trying to temper my excitement,” Ivy says. “I mean, this is the first guy that’s really lit a fire in me, but I’m also out of here in a few months. Ben has no idea what he’s doing after he’s done here. Hasn’t applied for college
s yet, doesn’t know if he wants to wander for a while before trying, or if he’ll just go a different route for his future. That frees him up to follow me wherever I go, but is the morning after even the time to be thinking about something like that?”

  “Oh, I know.”

  “Yeah. You and Rachel had that before she left last year.”

  “Following her was not an option for me, though.”

  “Yeah,” Ivy says. “But it was the same. You started something when you both knew everything was going to change. Do you regret you two breaking up when she left?”

  “No. Nor do I regret having been with her,” I say. “We kept it light, you know. Because the future was so unsettled.”

  “She told me. Falling deeply in love with you would have confused everything.”

  “Very much so,” I say. “A lot of emotions hit all at once the day you realize you have certain feelings for someone. Then the first time you act on them, they come at you all over again. We had something intense in its own way, despite knowing it was just for a few months. But they were some great months. If we hadn’t looked at it that way from the start, it would have been much harder to part when the time came without things getting very confused and somebody getting hurt very badly.”

  “I’m just…” Ivy gestures with her hand, as if trying to pluck thoughts and words from the air. “I know the risks in getting too involved with Ben. Emotionally or physically. But I’ve been so careful and cautious all my life. And now that I’ve opened the door to those feelings I’ve never had before, I’m feeling them like you wouldn’t believe.” She looks at me, and screws her face up into a frown. “I kind of want to take it all. Take everything I’ve denied myself, or not let myself feel or think. I just want to embrace these feelings without reserve or remorse.”

  “And you are not sure it is safe to do this with Ben?”

  “I don’t worry about Ben hurting me,” Ivy says, just as we get to the classroom. She looks at me again, still with that questioning frown on her face. “I don’t’ know. I have to think some more.” She shakes her head, and heads straight for her lab bench.