All Chapters of Hanging in the balance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"She must be a Nishruus, I cannot think of any other creature, that is all that my books have." States Gabriel before Jackson allows his emotions to get the best of him, I follow his lead by adding. "But is she working for herself or on behalf of someone else?" Jackson is the one to answer this time "They are usually controlled by a mage" It is my other half who chimes in, but leaves it up to me to share with the class..." Most Nishruus that I have met are unwilling to do the bidding of a mage. Since it has caused most of them to go extinct." The boys by now catch on that little Scarlette could not have access to such knowledge since I was thrown into the deep end literally days ago! "Hmmm, I have not met any mages in New Orleans only witches but then again Mages have gone into hiding since the witch-hunting times, sorry Jackson, but the werewolves were used to scent out the mages which was a bit harder to do with witches since they use the elements instead of tapping into hell for it

As we open the door we hear a commotion inside, Gabriel has to use human speed to get behind the bar to pull some brunette with curled hair off Lydia whose face we witnessed her bashing into the counter then pulling her backward and punching her square in the face, poor Lydia isn't even fighting back she is just taking the punches and screaming. Gabriel rushes to pull the woman off Lydia and I rush to Lydia to help her with her injuries but she is so traumatized that she screams louder when I touch her after she was thrown on the floor like a rag doll. "Hey darling, it's me, it's me Scarlette, please let me help you, lass." At the sound of my voice, she calms down and starts to weep like a baby and holds on to me for dear life "Who the fuck are you?!" The girl being held around the throat one arm bent behind her back and her body against Gabes, something inside of me does not like the picture I see before me and I think Gabriel knows it because he smirks when my eyes narrow at the bi

"Where is Lydia?" I ask interrupting the scolding that Markus was getting. "I laid her on the counter top." And now it's me who Narrows my eyes "From the floor to the counter top? You reckon because you are a preditor she doesn't deserve comfort? Or do you feel that since she is the reason Philip is missing she gets what she gets?" Markus backs away from me, the memory of my shift and Phoebie dangling in the air clearly still clear in his head. He shakes his head from left to right, "I didn't know what to do with her." I turn to Gab smiling sarcastically "Do you not have a sick bay for staff who are not allowed to go home when they feel unwell?" he looks at his shoes, "I have always only employed supernaturals at the Swig and Swine." I shake my head at the both of them, "Where does Lydia live Gabriel, this should have been on her CV if I am not mistaken." He takes his macbook out from one of the locked draws in his desk, unlocks it and then goes to his employ

Jackson and Sasha arrive just as Gabriel finishes placing the breakfast muffins he made from scratch on the table, How in the hell did he do all this in an hour? Vamp speed, the only reason why it took an hour was because well the human equipment is on their own time, but if he could make them do things on vamp speed I am sure he would have. I open the door to welcome the two in, "Oh damn Scar I didn't know you could cook it smells great in here." I laugh boisterously, "Jax if I cooked we would all die, Gabe is in the kitchen." We all laugh "Well what woman doesn't love a man who could cook up a storm" says Sasha, well damn great minds think alike don't they? I lead them to the kitchen table where Gabriel is waiting, he got the juice out, a pot of filtered coffee, a pot of hot tea, and one of iced peach tea, the man went all out. As we dig into our breakfast it is Sasha who starts the conversation "So I was running down the alleyway because I was on my way to the Swig and Swin B

GABRIEL'S POV I felt the spark of energy when I touched Scarlettes shoulder, it tingled from my head right down to my pinky toes soles included, that has never happened to me before. I know my bretheran who was created with me would feel such sparks when they met their forever mate. I felt a slight tingle with Queen Mary and perhaps for a moment I thought she was mine but never said anything so I left it at that. But the tingle was different with Scarlette, if she was a vampire it would have knocked me off my fucking feet, I have seen it happen with Dracular and he was known to be the strongest of all of us because he was sculpure first. So when Scarlette blirted out that she dreamed of me this morning, after that intoxicating cherry scent I got from her arousal, I knew it. There was no doubt. That is how a vampire knows he or she has found their true mate. The woman has a naughty dream and the scent that pools in her knickers are what draws her true mate because it is only him who