Revolutionary

Featuring: Demonia Mentions: Hope, Progenitor and Foster Kid

Eight years had passed between the time of Jackson Kenner’s death and his resurrection. Another nine years had passed since his resurrection and present day. During that time, he’d managed to achieve a semblance of peace for his people that generations before him wanted, but were unable to attain. Some of this was in part, due to Hayley’s death. Jack had kept himself out of the public after his resurrection. He knew Hayley had moved on and his return would only complicate things for her. Her happiness mattered to him more than his own and he’d been granted a second chance at life for reasons that had little to do with her. The Crescents were a dying breed without an alpha and with Hayley playing house with the Mikaelsons, they needed a leader to be with them at all times. Vincent, having recognized this and wanting to achieve the same goals as the deceased Crescent alpha, worked a spell to bring Jackson back.

Upon his resurrection, Jackson was motivated to do better by his people.  The outskirts of bayou appeared desolate with remnants of old shacks and bare bones of abandoned and neglected motor homes. There was nothing befitting of an ancient royal bloodline.  But they didn’t need royalty.  Elegant simplicity with a touch of sophisticated class would suit everything the bayou wolves were about.    Having taken them deeper into the bayou and off the beaten path, several upscale cabins now stood beneath a canopy of treetops as a testament of survival.  Jackson had the knowledge and skill of carpentry and building, and utilizing the skills of other pack members, Crescent Contracting was formed. They were able to lay infrastructure to modernize amenities.  Solar panels provided energy to the cabins even in the night hours, eliminating the need for an anchored power source through cables.  Individual water wells fed by the bayou and cleaned by filtration provided clean running water, also powered by solar energy. Through the use of satellite systems, they had TV programming, internet and cellular communications. The wolves were now living in modern times and pretty content with their upgraded lifestyle.   

By the time Hayley had perished, Jackson’s first mission for his people had been completed in the form of the new community in the bayou, without anyone ever having known what he was doing. When the news of Hayley’s untimely death trickled down to his parts, he knew, if not for anyone else, his second mission had to be completed for Hope. He came out of hiding and made amends with the Mikaelsons, achieving a peaceful accord between the vampires, witches and wolves. This would allow a safer world for Hope to live in. He also formed a parental bond with her, spending time with her and watching over her, even when she wasn’t aware.  There was a reason the low life that had slipped his hand beneath her shirt during their first kiss had never called her back.  Despite the whole thirty-minute tearful episode Hope had poured out to Josie Saltzman, Jackson felt no guilt for making the boy sh*t his pants after dropping Hope off back at school that night.  And this new kid she was seeing, Raf, Jackson had met him a time or two, but they’d yet to have the talk.  Better for Raf to have it with Jack than with Klaus.  It was on his to do list while he was in town.

Mystic Falls was a pleasant 78 degrees in September, quite a contrast and reprieve from the sweltering thick atmosphere in New Orleans.  He’d made it to the picturesque town a little early, giving him just enough time to look over his notes before meeting with Alaric Saltzman.  Alaric had invited Jackson to give a couple of lectures on American Werewolf history and the integration of bloodlines to create an “evolved wolf.”  Who better to give that speech than someone who had once experienced it and also possessed the hybrid traits?  Jack sat at the wheel of his black Ford Raptor F-250 with his company logo printed down the side.  While reading over his notes, a blur of movement caught Jackson’s eye.  His cognac gaze scanned the parking lot, but his Spidey sense for danger were not tingling.  He shrugged it off as a less than sinister plot of some kid trying to skip school.  Then the scent hit him... unremarkably and mistakenly familiar... Hayley.  Looking up once more, his eyes locked with hers as she stood in front of his truck.  And she looked pissed.