Awaken (21 page)

             
“Talk about the pot calling the kettle black,” Cage shot at him.

             
“Whatever, man.  Carmen can’t hold this down,” Ricker announced with overly dramatic arrogance; getting a snicker out of Cage and Finn.

             
“I guess you won’t care that she’s going to the Halloween party with somebody else, then?” I threw out some bait.

             
“What?” He vaulted off the couch so quick, I almost missed it. “Are you serious?  Who is it?  She could have at least told me…”  I could see the jealousy fuming in his eyes and stifled a laugh.

             
“Calm down, Cujo,” I suppressed a laugh, “I was just kidding.”

             
His entire body relaxed and he cocked his head to the side; sizing me up. “Well played Passion, well played.”

             
“Pasha!” I laughed at him and threw a chocolate covered almond at his head.

             
“You better get your girl before I have to kick her ass,” he told Finn with a leer, but Finn just laughed.

             
“I’m pretty sure she can take care of herself.  You wouldn’t last one round,” he retorted.

             
“It wouldn’t be the first time you got beat up by a girl,” Cage laughed from the couch. 

             
Ricker threw up his arms; exasperated “Pamela doesn’t count as a girl! She’s 6’2, 230 lbs! She could bench press my car.”

             
“Still counts,” Finn substantiated.

             
For the next hour, I listened to their random conversations and witty insults; just trying not to cry from laughing so hard.  After the last doughnut had been eaten and the last beef jerky had been torn apart, Finn and I retreated to his bedroom to watch a movie and relax for a while.

             
A lone backpack was set up in the corner of his room awaiting his departure.  Being that he would be kept in isolation for two days and then fighting to the death, I supposed clothes were not the top priority.  I did notice that all four axes had been taken down from the wall; immediately shivering at what he intended to do with them. 

             
Halfway through Super Troopers, I nodded off in the warmth and security of Finn’s arms.  At one point I woke myself up twitching around.  My right leg kicked out and connected with Finn’s calf, only making him snicker.  I peeked out of one eye to see him smiling down at me and then snuggled deeper against his shoulder.

             
“Are you afraid?”  I asked quietly; eyes still closed.

             
“No, not at all,” he answered confidently.

             
“I am,” I whispered; mind hazy, “Promise you’ll think of me?”

             
“Every second of every day,” I heard him promise, before slipping into the outstretched arms of sleep.

             
The dead leaves woke me up.  Scraping across my arms and legs, they trailed their ragged edges across my skin until it split and cracked open; searing my nerves with a relentless burning felt all the way to my soul.  The smell of mildew and dead grass filled my senses as I opened my eyes.  As soon as I began to move, the razor blade leaves blew away, leaving behind their painful destruction; the blood pooling and dripping to the cold ground beneath me.  The air was crisp and the wind was still as I pushed up into a sitting position.  A slight fog hovered above the ground, but the full moon above shone through.  Stalking me in every direction were gravestones; tilted and weathered by the rough hands of time.  They were not the marble masterpieces of this century however, they were thin slices of stone sticking up from the earth like rotten teeth; casting eerie shadows across the lifeless landscape.  I slowly got to my feet, and checked the rest of my skin for any damage.  When I looked up, a blood curdling scream resonated throughout the dark night.  My scream.  I clamped a hand over my mouth; instantly swallowing my voice and holding my breath.  Eyes wide with terror, I glanced from grave to grave hoping that I wasn’t really seeing them.  I squeezed my eyes shut in a futile attempt to make them disappear.

             
Unfortunately, no matter how many times I blinked, they were still there.  Hovering above each gravesite lay the deceased owner.  Completely stiff, hands crossed over their chests and eyes closed, they did not move.  Their tattered clothes hung beneath their bodies; each showing varying degrees of transparency, as if some had been dead longer than others.  Holding my breath and not daring to move an inch; I allowed my eyes to scan the cemetery, searching for an exit.  Tall oak trees blocked my view of the perimeter, but I caught the glint of a gate to my right.  It was far away, but I could make it.

             
I carefully inched forward; each footfall painstakingly loud as the leaves crunched and gave way beneath my weight.  Another disturbing sound halted my steps altogether.  It sounded like two rocks being rubbed together, grinding and moaning at the pressure of the movement.  Gradually every grave owner turned its head in my direction; their sunken, dark eye sockets causing my stomach to lurch and heave.  As a frightened whimper forced its way out, I carefully bent down; hoping to blend in with my surroundings.  I had to think.  I had to focus.  The lightness I felt told me I was having a reverie.  A reverie.  I could control these.  I knew how.  I could get myself out of this.  I thought about the sheets of Finn’s bed, the warmth of his arms and the feel of his chest rising and falling to his breaths.  As several minutes passed and nothing happened, the panic became overwhelming.  Why couldn’t I get out of this?

             
I opened my eyes and screamed again. Only this time I couldn’t stop.  The numerous dead had escaped their hovering shackles and were now standing, instead.  They blurred and shifted as they began to move in my direction; silent, stiff, and expressionless.  I half ran, half stumbled down the stone path towards the gate I had seen.  I could feel the grave owners reaching out to me, their bony fingers scraping across my arms and face as I passed.  Tears of horror raced down my face as I peeked over my shoulder at the menacing corpses.  When I looked back at the path, I ran right into a headstone, knocking it over and tumbling down on top of it.  I tried to scramble back to my feet, but the ground beneath me opened up and everything went dark.

             
The dirt beneath me was damp and soft; soothing my cuts and cooling my face.  As reality came crashing back, my eyes snapped open.  Daggers of terror sliced through my heart as I realized what I had fallen into.  It was a rectangular hole, walls made of earth and mud; the surface at least ten feet above  any chance of escape.  I whirled around, making sure I was the only thing in the hole, and then attempted to climb to the surface.  The loose dirt gave way and I ended up back on the ground.  I wiped my face and attempted the climb again, only ending in the same result.  For at least an hour, I tried everything I could think of; to no avail.  I was trapped in this God-forsaken grave.

             
“Hello?  Can anybody hear me?” I yelled to the open air high above, “Somebody help me!”              

             
I could feel the tears welling up inside my eyes as a crushing despair eclipsed my soul.  Claustrophobia gripped me next; churning the already frenzied panic inside me.  I tried to climb again; knowing that I had no other options.  Unfortunately when I looked up, my heart stopped.  The grave owners were back.  Surrounding the grave on all sides, their lifeless faces leered down at me.

             
“Help me!!” I screamed in desperation.  I covered my face and knelt to my knees, overwhelmed by the hopelessness of my situation.  I tried once more to escape the reverie.  I thought of Finn’s soft bed, his loving arms, and the sound of his heartbeat against my ear.  If he could just hear me.  Maybe if I screamed loud enough my body would also scream.

             
“Finn!!  Finn!!” I shouted his name over and over again.  As exhaustion took over, I could only cry quietly and fold into myself, “Finn…please help me…”

             
Then I felt it.  Evil.  It pricked at my already bleeding skin, lashing out and encircling my body.

             
“Doesn’t look like our dark Prince Charming is coming to save you today,” she purred in mock sympathy and pouted, her eyes flashing. “How sad.”

             
  I stood immediately, anger shooting through me. “Let me go, Nadia,” I demanded through my teeth.

             
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” she laughed and glanced up at the grave owners with adoration.  She eyed me, snapped her fingers once, and they all promptly disappeared.  I instantly noticed a glaring change in her appearance.  Her otherwise golden-brown eyes had turned a striking honey color; almost feline-like.  They were piercing and haunting; drawing your attention and holding you captive.  Her flowing brown hair now boasted streaks of the same honey color that glistened in the moonlight from above, and her skin shimmered with flecks of gold.  She was…breathtaking.  Her cream colored mini dress showed off her long legs and something else I had not seen before.  Her trace.  A jagged golden lightning bolt ran down the length of her calf; white vines twisting around it.  The multiple gold bangles on her wrist clinked against one another as she crossed her arms and stared at me; leaning against the mud wall of the grave.

             
“Besides, we have much to discuss,” she smirked at me.

             
“The only thing I want to discuss with you is why you won’t leave me the hell alone!” I snarled at her.

             
“Aww, Anastasia.” Her eyes flashed again as she smiled sweetly, “Such hostility!  And here I am, simply trying to save you from humiliation!”

             
“Ditch the pretenses, Nadia,” I glared at her. “Stop wasting my time.”             

             
“I’m only trying to tell you what our dark Prince Charming has failed to explain.” She tapped her gold watch and tsked, “He’s the one who’s been wasting your time.”

             
“My relationship is none of your business,” I spit at her.

             
“Wrong again,” she snapped back and began to step towards me. I stood taller, bracing myself for an attack. She pointed a manicured fingernail at me as she continued, “You think he loves you?  You think you mean anything to him?”

             
“I know he loves me!” I lashed out at her, but she just chuckled.

             
“So innocent,” she shook her head at me, “So stupid.  He doesn’t love you. He’s just using you.”

             
“Screw you,” I moved towards her, anger tearing through my veins.

             
“Tempting…but no thanks.  You’re not my type,” she snickered at her own joke, and then turned serious, “On the Day of the Dead, his eighteenth birthday, he will become bound.  And no one, not even you, can change that.”

             
“You think I’m going to believe anything you say?” I threw at her with bitterness.

             
“Won’t you?” She smiled wickedly and stepped closer, with evil dripping down her face.  I clenched my jaw. “Listen closely, Anastasia.  In two days time, your dear Finn will be betrothed...” her smile widened, “…to me.”

             
My jaw dropped to the ground.  Finn…betrothed? To her?  That wasn’t possible.  Was it?  It fit the conversation I had overheard at Priscilla’s house, so could this be what she was so eager to tell me?  Was this what Natasha had been too busy to tell me?  Why wouldn’t Finn have said something?  He said he wasn’t keeping anything from me.  He said he didn’t know what Nadia and Priscilla’s conversation was about in my reverie.  Would he…lie to me?

             
“Betrothed?”  I managed, as I gawked incredulously into her smug golden eyes.  The anger that had consumed me moments before had dried up; uncovering the steady, paralyzing grip of doubt.

             
“So you see, in his mind there’s never been the possibility of a future with you.  He knows as well as I do that the true Son of Daimon, The Prime, is required to have a wife whose soul is connected to the Underworld, just like his.  He needs a wife who shares the same bond of darkness; who is truly his equal.  You could never be that for him. 
I
am his future.” Her face darkened and I watched the evil tendrils rolling off her skin, taunting me. “
I
will be his wife.  It has been decided.”

             
“He doesn’t want you,” I growled at her, my hatred returning at her obvious arrogance.

             
“That’s the best part! It doesn’t matter what he wants.  My mother has spoken,” she shrugged and twirled a lock of honey hair around her finger. “One of the many perks of being the Princess of the Underworld; I get what I want. End of story.”

             
“You’re lying,” I accused her, my tone lacking harshness.  As much as I didn’t want to admit it, the fear that she was telling the truth was more than I could bear.

             
“Tell yourself what you want.  It doesn’t make it any less true.  He knows what’s to come.  As a matter of fact, go ask him yourself.”

             
The last thing I saw was her blowing a sarcastic kiss at me and disappearing into thin air.

             
Gasping for air, I sat up abruptly and began to sob uncontrollably.  The room around me swam and blurred as I struggled to pull in a steady breath.

             
“Stasia!  What’s wrong?  What is it?” I felt Finn’s hand on my back as I turned to face him.

             
“Did you lie to me?” I watched him desperately, still holding onto a sliver of hope.

             
“Did I…” he furrowed his brow at me, “What are you talking about?”

             
I scooted to the end of the bed, fearing the worst, “Did you lie to me?!  Did you?  Tell me the truth!”  The walls of my heart had slammed shut; locking him out instantly and completely.

             
“Pasha, slow down!  Tell me what happened!” Panic was evident in his eyes.

             
My legs began to shake as I stood with dizzying speed.  He slid off the bed and walked towards me; his eyes frantic.  I backed away from him; willing myself to stop crying.

             
“Betrothed,” I stated simply; my voice breaking.  Shock crossed his face, followed swiftly by crushing sadness.  He slouched on the end of the bed in defeat and looked at the floor.  My entire body began to shake as his body language confirmed my fears.  Frozen to the spot, I cringed visibly as my heart hardened, turned away, and shattered into a million pieces.  The weight of it was too much.  It cut too deep.

             
Suddenly, I was running.  Out of his bedroom and past his roommates.  Out of his suite and down the hall towards the elevator.  I wanted to be as far away from the catalyst of all of these painful emotions coursing through me as possible.  This couldn’t be happening.

             
“Pasha, please wait-“ he pleaded as he caught up with me.  With tears still streaming down my face, I looked into the deep blue eyes of my safe harbor that was no more, and my heart broke all over again.

             
“How could you not tell me?!  Don’t you think ‘betrothed-to-the-Princess-of-the-Underworld’ would be sort of an important topic to discuss with your
girlfriend
!?”  It took my shaking finger three tries to press the button for the elevator.

             
“It’s the last thing I want to happen! I love you-“

             
“Do you?  Do you love me, Finn?”

             
“You know I do, Stasia!” Tears I had never seen before collected in his eyes.

             
“When did you plan on telling me this? 
After
your birthday when it was too late!?”