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one who molded him.  She had stuck with him, even when he was a prick and tested her to see if she would leave.  She didn’t, and for that, he would always be grateful.
    When his mother walked out it had been devastating, and his aunt had picked up the pieces and they moved on.  He worried about finding someone who could put u p with his abandonment issues.  Most of his exes said he had been planning for their break up on their first date.  Having mates meant commitment, something he wasn’t sure he could do.
    He felt dizzy being in the room with Kane and all the chatter about mates.  He thinks I’m his mate.  Not fucking gonna happen unless he wants a fucked up mate. Vander walked outside into the smoking area and sat down at one of the tables.  Even though the smoking area was outside, he could still smell the smoke in the air.  He was alone for a few minutes until the urge got to one of his co-workers.  He never understood the reason people smoked but today he felt the urge to light one up, something, anything to take his mind away from Kane and Waverly.
    Vander felt tired from the lack of sleep, actually for him even considering smoking should have been the first clue.  He wanted to go home and crawl in his bed and sleep for a week.  On the other hand, maybe he didn’t, his sleeping habits sucked lately.
    He had been having nightmares of the same woman being tortured , now he knew it was Waverly, something he hadn’t told Jewel.  The dream always started with Waverly strapped to a steel table without any clothes on.  The nightmare followed the same patterns as the Josh Campbell murders, or whatever the fuck his name was. 
    Josh Campbell was not his real name, just one he had assumed.  For now, they were calling him The Redeemer since that is what he liked to call himself.  Until they sorted out who the fuck he was they were stuck calling him that, although Van liked to secretly call him The Prick, after what he had discovered about him.  Maybe he would suggest that to Jewel. When he said The Redeemer it stuck in his throat, the sick bastard didn’t deserve a fucking title like that.  It was sad when the media named these fuckers, serial killers got off on getting people to name them something like The Redeemer.  It gave them power, because the name struck fear in people .
    He wondered if his imagination was becoming something sicker, maybe more evil considering who his mother was involved with.  Hell, he could only wonder if her weakness for serial killers had been something that could be passed on.  Maybe it was a psychological issue, passed on through the generations.  He had yet to go and speak to the Redeemer about his mother.  First off, he refused to give the guy an ounce of satisfaction knowing how freaked out he was that Diane was involved.  No way did he was want to dig up those old wounds.  His mother left him, plain and simple, now she was nothing to him.  Vander refused to think about that, instead he focused on the dreams and how much was real.
    Always the same, Waverly strapped to the table with tape over her mouth.  The victim was being sliced with a knife, allowed to heal, then cut again.  Vander could see the fear and pain in her eyes.  She would tilt her head and it appeared she was looking right into his eyes.  Vander shuddered from the nightmare that continued to play in his head.  He didn’t know how to help her, and that made it even more of a nightmare. 
    Is that why he was having the visions, could he somehow be able to tap into her thoughts?  Damn it, he was driving himself crazy, instead of just askin g the fucking questions he let them roll around in his head and drive him crazy.
    Why him?  Why does Kane think they are mates?  Vander couldn ’t grasp this idea.  Vander thought it was crazy back when Kane told him he was his mate and the woman in the picture was their other mate.  He still thought they were all crazy, shit.  But maybe it wasn’t