Any Characters you recognize belong to Sherrilyn Kenyon. I’m just doing this for fun.
By Nathan
The dream was always the same. Always. Panic, as I yelled for Paul to bail out. The flames crept closer and closer to the cockpit of the crippled Mustang. It seemed like it took hours for him to pull the canopy back and exit the plane.
There was relief as the chute opened. We were both laughing. But the relief turned to panic again as the ME 109 barreled in on Paul. One moment he was smiling, floating safely down under his chute. The next, his face was marred with pain as red stains mushroomed on his jacket.
His body jerked as the bullets ripped through him. Then he was gone, spiraling out of sight. I sat in my own plane, stunned. Chatter on the radio pulled me back to reality. I went after the German fighter.
Jerking awake, I felt cool arms wrapped around me as a sweet aroma filled the air. "What troubles you so? You had your revenge?"
I just shook my head. "It doesn't change anything. Does it? He's still dead."
She pulled me back down beside her. "You avenged his death. "
"But to what end,” I asked.
"You're here. You have a purpose."
I sat up. "But I don't want to be here."
She got that cold mischievous look. "Fine. I'll show you what life is like somewhere else."
In a flash I was here, in St. Louis. Surrounded by vampires and daemons, I couldn't kill any of them. Thanks Artemis.