The Ballad of Aramei (29 page)

“Nathan,” Isaac says also with laughter in his voice, “I think you should’ve said
Alex
has
Xavier
.”

Nathan brings his hand up and rubs his chin in thought. “Y’know, I think you’re right, bro. Adria’s sister looks like she wants to pop his eyes out with a fork—no one’s ever refused him like that before. She didn’t even giggle.”

“Can we get
on
with this?” I say as the resentment starts to boil closer to the surface. I won’t have someone like Xavier using my sister for sex and tossing her aside like trash. And it really gets under my skin that Isaac and Nathan seem to be getting a kick out of this.

But that problem is for later….

I have been so dumbfounded by the exchange between Alex and Xavier that it takes me a few minutes to realize that two more—Xavier and Rachel—have just been marked off the list.

“It’s not Rachel…,” I say aloud, but in a quiet whisper more to myself. I can’t believe it. I wanted it to be her, at least, up until she and Alex latched onto each other’s company. “It’s not her….”

I raise my chin slowly to see the other faces in the crowd. There are several, but it’s already been narrowed down to mostly people I care for, but can live with being the one. Alex and Zia were the two I feared the most and now that they have been ruled out I feel like I can breathe a little easier.

Alex takes it upon herself to walk back to stand with the crowd, assuming Isaac is finished making her the center of attention.

But then something strange catches my eye in a sort of morbid slow-motion, the kind that as you watch you start to see something traumatic being set in motion and you have no time to react to it. Zia smiles a chilling smile across the space between us and she slowly curls her fingers around the chain dangling between Alex’s wrists. In all of a few seconds, Alex’s body is hurled into the air above Zia’s white-blond head and bashed against the ground face-first. Several people scatter outward, tripping over one another as they scramble for safe distance. Isaac’s sister, Phoebe, suddenly drops to her knees before she can get out of Zia’s path and she reaches up, clawing at her throat as if being choked to death.

Isaac, me and Nathan start to run forward towards them, but our feet come out from under us and we soar backwards through the air as if snatched in mid-run by the backs of our shirts. I land hard on my butt, feeling my left wrist twist painfully underneath my leg.

“You can’t!” Harry screams at us and then I’m being dragged across the dirt and grass by my other wrist. “She’ll kill you!”

I don’t know how Harry did it, but it’s obvious now he was the one who stopped the three of us from running toward Zia to help the others.

“Stay out of the trap!” he yells. “She can’t hurt you outside of it!”

Nathan and Isaac are already on their feet again, looking to and from Zia and Harry, wondering what to do and starting to feel like they could care less about Harry’s demand and go for Zia anyway. They remain still; Isaac in so much shock he doesn’t run to help me up like he normally would and I’m in so much shock I can’t get up by myself. I sit on the ground with my back arched forward, my hands holding up my weight.

Phoebe’s curly raven-black hair is twisted around her face. Her dark eyes are bulging from their sockets as she gasps for air and claws at her throat as if trying to pry away invisible hands she thinks are choking her. Her black claws protrude from her fingertips, but she can’t do anything. She can’t transform and she can’t move.

Zia drags Alex across the ground on her stomach to the edge of the trap line, knowing that it’s there but she can’t cross it.

Xavier bursts through the crowd that has gathered away from the trap and runs toward Zia, eyes swirling black.  With my keen senses, I can hear his ribs breaking with every thrust of his feet. He’s starting to shift form, but the second he crosses the trap line and into Zia’s realm, it’s like he runs head-on into a brick wall. His body slams into the invisible barrier that Zia created and then he’s sent flying through the air. His back hits the light pole near the pond with so much force that it snaps in half and crashes into the water; sparks spew and sizzle and pop until the light blinks out completely, leaving the landscape bathed in an eerie blue smoking haze.

Phoebe falls forward, gasping for air. I watch helplessly as the veins in her face come to the surface and implode underneath the skin creating pools of blood around her eyes.

“You’re killing her!” Isaac roars.

He starts to move forward again, but Nathan grabs him by the arm and stops him.

I see Daisy standing near the crowd with Camilla clutched to her side, their faces streaked with tears. Daisy’s probably the strongest one here, but she knows not to shift. I know Harry has drilled this moment into her head over and over again so that when the time came she would know to do nothing. It would be suicide.

To the amazement of everyone, Zia’s true identity begins to unravel before us. Her short hair grows longer and starkly whiter—I never imagined it could be whiter than it was. The tips of her silky strands seem to shimmer in the darkness, moving unnaturally around her shoulders as though alive. Her eyes glow the brightest pearl-white I have ever seen.

Sebastian is still on the ground, like me, staring at Zia in such shock that he looks frozen in horror.

Zia cracks her neck and cocks her head to one side, looking down at Phoebe’s struggling body.

“A sister for a sister, Isaac?” she says venomously and a terrifying grin spreads across her perfect white face. She reaches out her free hand in front of her and crushes it into a fist. Phoebe’s neck caves in on itself and her body stops moving in a gruesome instant. She slumps over onto the ground, dead.

An eerie silence falls over us all.

I can’t look at Isaac because I literally can’t move, but I can feel him, the wrath coming to the surface in a sort of delayed reaction caused by shock. I feel the beast inside as well as inside of Nathan, on the very fringes of control.

Isaac wants revenge for his sister’s death, but he sucks it down into the pit of his stomach and holds himself back.

He steps forward and I finally jump to my feet, but he thrusts his hand backward at me and I stay put. It feels like my heart is about to burst. I feel it in my kneecaps and in my toes.

Harry steps past me to stand with Isaac and Nathan grabs me and holds me still, probably just in case. He’s right to do it. All three of them know that I could make a run for it at any second, trying to get to Alex.

I can’t bear to watch her die like I just watched just Phoebe die.

“Who are you?” Isaac says carefully, but something in his tone leads me to believe that he has an idea now of exactly who she is now.

Zia smiles bitterly and yanks on Alex’s chain, causing her to flip over onto her back, her arms suspended above her head.

I can’t understand how, but the entire area about thirty feet outward in four directions around Zia seems vaguely brighter than everything else. It’s as if the trap barrier is keeping not only Zia inside of it, but also the strange light that emits from her body, which is similar to the color of her eyes. But it’s faint, just barely noticeable.

“Is it not obvious by now?” Zia says cocking her head to the other side and looking upon Isaac with mock fascination. “Think back a couple of years. Surely you haven’t already forgotten about Avril. Or—,” she gazes coldly at me and my heart reacts to it by skipping a few beats, “…has Adria helped convince you that it wasn’t your fault that Avril died? That’s what a good girlfriend does, right? She pats you on the back when you’re feeling guilty and tells you all the reasons why you shouldn’t.”

“Avril was your sister,” Isaac says.

Zia smiles in answer and jerks Alex’s chain again just to keep her from getting comfortable. “My sister
and
my Charge.”

I feel the hope of the situation completely draining out of me. I think back on the story Isaac told me of his ex-girlfriend, Avril, who died after he sired her. And then something Genna Bishop told Isaac once:
“They go Dark for endless reasons—pick anything that might make you want to betray your own kind and it could be a reason.”
I see now that I have been the source of Zia’s revenge since the night I met Isaac on that dark street after leaving the skate park. She knew I had caught his eye and she wanted to take from him what he took from her.

A flash of the attack by Sibyl in the car, the one that technically killed me, crosses my mind, too. It was her. It was Zia who was with Sibyl and Viktor that night, the unknown werewolf that Isaac never could identify.

“But how could she say the word Praverian?”
I think to myself, dumbfounded.
“She said it! I know I heard her say it. Twice!”

“The answer is simple, Adria: illusion,” Zia says and I see that I have been so traumatized by this that I let my mind wall down without knowing it. “I didn’t really say it. You just thought I did.” She points her index finger upward, “Oh, and I was the one that wrecked the car with you in it. I was the beastly face staring in at you from the shattered windshield.”

“You’ve been plotting with Viktor all this time…,” I say, my voice trying to agree with the disbelief in my mind.

Zia chirps a small laugh, but somehow it still manages to sound spiteful. “I wouldn’t say plotting—I have Viktor by the short n’ curlies. He sired me in exchange for protecting his mindless little human bitch, Aramei. Being what I am, I can only hold illusions for so long.” She rolls her eyes as though that is an unfortunate inconvenience.

Harry speaks up, “And so you became what they are so you wouldn’t have to maintain an illusion.”

Zia’s grin just gets bigger with Harry’s voice. It’s like he’s the cherry on top of this massive retributive treat.

“I should’ve known you were one of us,” she says. “Your attraction to me in the beginning—we’re always more attracted to our own kind. I guess I dodged a bullet with you.”

Tears are burning my eyes and when I catch Alex’s tortured gaze near Zia’s feet, those tears burst to the surface.

I can’t lose my sister again.

I throw my body forward to try and run, but Nathan’s arm is tight around my waist. I wail. “Please! Just let Alex go! Please, Zia!” I can hardly see straight the tears are clouding my vision.

“I don’t think so,” Zia snaps. “I don’t play that an-eye-for-an-eye bullshit, Adria.” She glares back at Isaac in a sidelong glance. “You take one eye from me and I take two. Consider it interest.”

“NO!” I slam my body against Nathan’s, over and over again trying to break free from his relentless grip, but I can’t move.

When my ribs start to break and my skull begins to expand, I’m suddenly rendered immobile and powerless. I can’t shift, just like Phoebe couldn’t and I don’t understand why until I look over and see Harry’s glowing red eyes staring back at me. How is it possible that he can control a full shift in such a way?

He turns back to Zia and Alex, but it’s Zia who speaks:

“You know you can’t drink my Soul.” There’s a grim warning in her voice, dancing around maliciously on her grinning lips.

Isaac moves toward me and looks up at Nathan, “Get her out of here.”

“What? Wait….No I’m not leaving!” I thrash around in Nathan’s hands.

“I can’t hold her off much longer,” Harry says and suddenly I realize he’s talking about me. He’s starting to show signs of distress; his eyes open and shut from exhaustion as he does everything in his power to continue holding back my transformation.

“PLEASE JUST LET HER GO!” I finally break free from Nathan’s grasp, but just fall right into Isaac’s who seems to have been waiting for it.

As Isaac holds my thrashing, screaming body back, I see Alex on the ground looking at me. Our eyes lock and then in one solid motion, she breaks the chain between the shackles in half and then just as quickly reaches down and pulls apart the ones binding her ankles. Almost a half a second too late, Alex rolls out of the way just as Zia realizes what is happening and she makes it across the trap barrier. Zia’s hand barely brushes through the strands of Alex’s hair, but misses the handful she had been going for to keep Alex inside the trap with her.

Now Zia is inside of it all alone.

Chapter 22

“ALEX!” I SCREAM OUT her name as Isaac lets go of me and I run towards her. We crash into each other’s arms. But the moment is quickly changed when the ground begins to shake and rumble beneath our feet.

Alex drags me back with her to stand with Nathan and Isaac, who like Harry, can look at no one but Zia.

Zia falls to her knees and raises her fists in the air and when they come back down against the earth, the ground ripples outward around her in all directions but crashes into the barrier and stops.

“How is she
doing
that?!” I shriek.

Isaac and Nathan fall into each other, almost knocked completely from their feet.

“Harry
do
something!” Isaac shouts, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me and Alex towards him.

Daisy and everybody else are all doing the same to stay on their feet as the ground shakes; some have fled into the woods.

“I can’t!” Harry yells back. “I told you I can’t reap her!”

“Why
not
?” I scream, gripping Isaac and Alex both each in one hand. “That’s what you do! You drink each other’s Souls!”

Harry, tired of letting Zia do all the damage, stumbles closer to her and makes one violent slapping motion through the air with his hand and Zia falls backward as if his hand had actually made contact with her face. She skids a few feet across the dirt.

But so does Harry. He falls beside us as if the trap was also helping keep his power from doing much damage inside as it is keeping Zia from doing damage to the outside.

Harry jumps to his feet and looks back at us, “Not one gone Dark,” he says, out of breath, “If I drink her Soul I drink in her darkness, too!”

So, this was what he meant earlier when he said there was one thing they hadn’t quite worked out yet.