The Gates (7 page)

“Scarlet,” Gavin called to her while taking my hand. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, slowly, lasciviously, keeping her eyes on his as she snapped the oak’s branch. My envy flared green at the sight.

The gorgeous violet light over the bayou began to illuminate the murky water, lighting up our surroundings more and more, the wind dancing around us with fury. The bayou’s water churned, and it was time. Gavin, Josh and I took the lead, and one by one, the others followed us to wade into the water.

The heavenly bluish-purple fluorescence broke through the crevices of the bayou’s floor and cast beautiful, blinding rays upward onto our faces, breaking the surface like a budding flower starved and desperate for sunshine. The muddy illuminated water tugged aggressively at our knees until one by one, it seized us and pulled us beneath its surface. This bayou portal, this violent, living thing, mesmerized me just as it did the first time I’d entered Amaranth, only this time I had the chance to appreciate its chilling beauty. How could something so ferocious on the surface be so peaceful underneath?

My head submerged, the current began dragging me downward, farther and farther until I could see nothing above me and nothing below me, only a glimmer of Gavin’s skin as the vortex tugged him beneath me to the portal hole. I allowed my limbs to surrender to the force, knowing it would guide me and carry me gracefully to my destination. Within moments, we passed through the bayou’s disorienting abyss. Soaking wet, I dropped from the bayou’s earthen tunnel onto the black and white tiles with a thud, landing across Gavin’s knees; he’d tried to break my fall as best he could. He stood to help me up, wiping the water from his face and eyes, then mine. He moved us out of the way just in time; Josh dropped from the tunnel’s ceiling next, gasping for breath as the water released him.

“You okay, man?” Gavin asked, lent him a hand.

“Just getting started, brother.” He chuckled, groaned as he stood, shook his shiny brown hair.

Joel’s face swam across my vision and I blinked, goose bumps running up my arms. I shook his memory away, determined to stay focused, although my heart caved at the thought of his last words to us, right here in this very spot:
Take care of each other
. I’d be damned if I was going to let him down now.

One by one, the others poured in, the daggers we’d brought in their hands, and Gavin led us down the candelabra-lit tunnel toward the medieval, human bone-embellished door. As we approached the door, Gavin grabbed my hand tight, swung his bag over his shoulder to adjust it, then signaled to everyone behind us. They braced themselves, knives drawn. I grasped my dagger firmly, feeling awkward and unsure of my ability to use it properly.

“Don’t let go of me, love. Hold tight,” he whispered, then yanked on the door’s crescent-shaped handle. I shielded my eyes from the dirt that fumed around us as the door swung open. The ashen light filtered in, and as soon as my eyes adjusted, I spotted the familiar English maze. The bright green landscape jumped out at me, and though I couldn’t yet see the sky above it, I recalled how beautiful it was, the last time I was here, against the muted-gray sky.

We stepped through the doorway and toward the gorgeous greenery of the maze, and I now was able to assess the hills in the distance. They rolled like soft, dreamy waves, as though in some distant fairytale land.

So far, no castle guards in sight. Was that a good thing? My stomach churned, my nerves getting the best of me despite Gavin’s confidence.

Gavin led us forward, inching into the maze to keep us out of sight, then picked up the pace as we weaved in and around the corners. I recognized the fountain at its center and my heartbeat accelerated; I allowed Gavin to tow me faster and faster until we reached the maze’s other entrance, and the clearing.

“Incoming,” Gavin shouted behind us, his voice husky and threatening. The horizon revealed the beast-like vampires trudging forward from the distance, first walking briskly, then running and launching toward us into flight, their gray cloaks blowing behind them, fangs bared. Gavin grasped my waist with his free arm, hoisted us upward and sent us soaring, the others taking his lead.

Like a flock of birds, we rocketed toward the guards head on. The castle’s silhouette slowly came into view, its tallest tower becoming more defined as we grew closer. The wind was exhilarating, and Gavin’s energy was evident. Strong, fast, and superhuman, he propelled us forward with immense force.
Vivienne’s spell is really working.
That was my thought just before we dropped to the ground just before we collided midair with the guards, faking them out at the last minute, then Gavin scooped me up and charged toward the castle’s moat by foot, where more guards waited.

The other vampires landed in pairs directly behind us, still following our lead. Now we had guards coming from the front and behind, closing in just as they had closed in on Joel. Though expected, we were sorely outnumbered.

“Mighty foolish of you,” one of the monsters barked at us, laughing low and wicked.

“We’re here to see the queen.” Gavin steadied his stance, keeping me wrapped behind him, his dagger pointed and ready to strike. “Move forward, Josh,” he directed, keeping his eyes on the guards. Josh gave the others a nod, encouraging them to keep moving forward, toward the moat.

We all banded together and closed in to form a defensive circle, our backs to one another, facing the guards from every direction. Maintaining this formation, we crept forward, and to my amazement, as one guard after another lunged toward us, they were thrown back by some unseen force, unable to get within five feet of us. Satisfaction spread across Gavin’s face as each guard tried to dash toward us, and each time, instead of penetrating our protective hedge, they were propelled backward. As understanding came, his stance became more relaxed, his walk a casual stride. Taking my hand, he turned to his followers and shook his head. Everyone relaxed a little and glanced around at the hordes of guards that stood around us, wide-eyed and flabbergasted.

“You won’t get away with this,” one monster bellowed, giving us a grizzly, chill-inducing snarl.

“Gentlemen.” Gavin was grinning as we walked right by them, his hand still in mine. My jaw dropped as our little flock strolled on through their masses with ease, watching as they were each forced to step backward, forced to keep their distance.

Vivienne, you are a saint.
I suspected Gavin shared a similar thought.

Passing over the moat and through the castle entrance, we headed toward the foyer that led to Samira’s throne room. Gavin knew exactly where to go. Guards charged toward us from every corner, thickening in numbers as we approached the tall wood doors, but were continually thrown backward into the rough stone walls when they tried to attack. I grasped Gavin’s hand tighter, still cringing each time one leaped at us.

“Stay together,” Gavin reminded the others, speaking low and calm while he reached for the wooden doors into the throne room. I began to shake, bracing myself to face the gorgeous yet deadly vampire queen once again. Tempted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, I clutched Gavin’s hand so tight that if he had circulation, I was sure I’d be cutting it off.

He swung open the tall arched doors and our tiny flock moved in, straight ahead to the raised throne, where Samira casually sat, staring at us, smug and relaxed.

“Hello my pets,” her Russian accent purred, captivating me instantly. “What a glorious, dramatic display.” She chuckled softly, her gaze directed at Gavin. His eyes met hers, stern and determined. “This is most certainly entertaining, but you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.”

“Your Majesty.” Gavin discreetly moved me behind him as he approached the throne steps. Samira remained still as stone, her thin, elegant arms draped on either side of her, sharp red nails gently tapping the armrests. Her raven locks sat disheveled atop her statuesque head; her chin turned down, eyes revealing a tinge of irritation that betrayed her normally easy demeanor. I immediately spotted the wolves behind her, positioned near the blazing fireplace.

“I do believe you owe me a new castle wall, Mr. Devereux. The highest tower, if I recall.” She arched an eyebrow and slightly lifted her chin, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. “Shall I put you and your friends to work? I haven’t had the luxury of hiring a redecorator since you plowed through it.”

Of course she would mention the castle tower wall, the one Gavin and I destroyed in haste during our bold escape. As if she really needed to remind us of her displeasure? Hearing the threat in her coy challenge, I wondered if repairing the wall would be so terrible compared to what she was actually about to do to us.

5

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Samira finally stood, adjusted her gown’s train and floated down the steps to meet Gavin face-to-face. My palms were sweating, my heart pounded, yet, as her exquisite face grew closer, I was drawn to her aura, mesmerized by her movements: Her deep satin corset swayed against her svelte waist as she walked; those dagger nails danced through the air, as if playing with some unseen toy. I looked into her hypnotic, ice-blue eyes and couldn’t picture her as a grief-stricken mother—Arianna’s mother—no matter how hard I tried.

“I apologize for …
the wall
.” Gavin cleared his throat, slightly bowed his head as she stationed herself in front of him. “But I’m a man of my word. I will honor our agreement, and my servitude. I simply couldn’t let you harm Camille, as I’m sure you understand. I didn’t intend to flee like that.”

“I don’t believe that was your decision to make, Mr. Devereux.” Her eyes narrowed but her smile remained smug. “Camille and I also had an agreement.” She shifted arctic eyes to mine momentarily and I stopped breathing, my throat tight. “And I was under the impression you were through with her. Is that not what you told me when you were here last? I thought you were a man of your word.”

I didn’t move, afraid to look over my shoulder, at the others. From the silence behind me, no one else was moving either. The tension in the air felt thick, torturing. Wasn’t she going to mention the magic? Wasn’t she surprised at all by our protection spell? My mind raced with endless questions and I squirmed under my skin, despite knowing the same force that surrounded my friends also protected me.

“A man of his word can change his mind.” Gavin answered, gripping the tips of my fingers as he spoke. “So I’m here to renegotiate. On my terms.”

“Careful, Mr. Devereux,” she scolded, surveyed the vampires behind us. “Lest you forget who you are speaking to.”

“The magic we’ve used to protect ourselves and the size of our group is in no way meant to disrespect you, Your Majesty. It is simply insurance.”

“Bold like your father, I see.” Samira inhaled, extended her nails to find the edge of the invisible hedge that protected us. Her hand jumped when she felt the jolt, her eyes narrowed as she recoiled her fingers. “You never cease to surprise me. What are these terms of yours, my pet?”

“I vow to honor our agreement, to serve you as discussed. But Camille and my friends here accompany me through the gates … where we will be left unharmed, and unchanged.”

Samira’s eyebrows jumped. “Well this is certainly a turn of events.” She returned to her throne, circled the altar while she alternated her attention between the fireplace and Dali and Akim, her nails gently skimming the cobalt glass bottles above the fireplace. “I doubt I need to question your motivations, Mr. Devereux. I am certain you will reveal this mystery to me in due time.” She swung her crimson lace train behind her and retreated to her throne chair. “Although I must admit, I am fascinated by your decision to bring dear Camille all this way, considering you went through such trouble to remove her from this place.”

“Surely you know she’s vulnerable without my protection, Your Highness,” Gavin replied matter-of-fact. “She stays with me.”

Her eyes burned. “Vulnerable indeed.” She took a seat in her throne chair, placed her chin on her hand. “Well Mr. Devereux, whatever you and your friends have planned, just see to it that you make haste. I’m certain you have quite an agenda, and I do enjoy a good challenge. Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

She gave him a menacing smile, raised an eyebrow. She was no fool. She was instigating, encouraging Gavin to challenge her. She still had the advantage, and she knew it.

“No agenda, Your Majesty. But yes, we will gladly be on our way,” Gavin answered her, his tone less authoritative than it was a second ago. Still he kept his gaze locked on hers.

She finally broke the stare-down. “I will see to it that Victor escorts you all to the gates. If you would be so kind, my pet, refrain from leaving any more trails of my guards around the city. I’ve enough mess to clean up around the moat, from what I’ve been told.” She sneered at him as she said this, then made eye contact with Dali and Akim, gave them some sort of silent directive.

“I’ll do my best, Samira,” Gavin said.

With one snap of her fingers, Samira summoned her servant Victor. In moments, he’d led us out of the lofty throne room and toward tall, golden gates that sat high on a hill behind the castle. The walk up the hill was exhausting—well, for me at least—as we all trudged forward toward the heavenly bars that displayed the word “Amaranth” across the front. The gates were attached to stone walls that outlined the city, stretching for as far as I could see, miles perhaps. Rows of guards, clad in titanium-colored armor, lined either side of the gate walls, standing shoulder to shoulder.