Blood Warrior (7 page)

The backpacks. I had forgotten about the backpacks. There were four pints of blood in them and I hadn’t really thought about it; seeing as how I was fearing for my life at the time. Or rather, Nelly’s life.

“Jackson, hand me the blue backpack.”

He reached behind him into the trunk space of the SUV and passed me the bag.

Rummaging through it I pulled out one of the bags of blood.

“Here.” I handed it to Nelly.

“Where did you- oh, right, mom.” She ripped it open and tilted it up. I turned my head and stared straight out the windshield. I couldn’t bring myself to watch this and my stomach was already queasy as it was.

I pulled out the other three bags of blood and handed them back to Jackson without turning my head. “Put those in the cooler, Jack. They may already be spoiled as it is.”

“They are,” Nelly said. I snuck a glance at her to see her folding the now empty bag and placing it in the plastic trash bag under her seat. “It’s okay, though, it might make my stomach a little queasy,”-that made two of us- “but it’s better than nothing.” She was looking better already, having regained some color to her cheeks, and her eyes were open and alert. I nodded. “Okay, let’s go.” I looked at the GPS. “We still have another six hours before we reach our destination.” Glancing at the clock told me that it was one p.m. “We should make it before sundown if we don’t make any more stops.” Once again, silence settled, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Or rather
thought
, something in particular that Nelly had said was standing out in my mind:
You’re… well,
you’re something different.
I pushed my foot down a little harder on the accelerator. All that was lying between me and my answers was a long stretch of highway.

Chapter 14

Five and a half hours later, we were parked outside of a small yellow house in a tidy little suburb of Ohio. The house was modest but well kempt, and it seemed to have plants sprouting all around it. They hung from the porch, sat on the window sills, lined the walkway and sat at the base of the lone tree in the yard. Not exactly what I had been expecting, but then, I wasn’t sure
what
I had been expecting.

Jackson double-checked the address. “You sure this is the right place?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Guess so.”

“It’s the right place,” Nelly said.

I looked over at her and drew a deep breath. “Let’s go find out.” We got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Nelly rang the doorbell and we stood there waiting. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt my heart racing in my chest and had to wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. And, for some reason, I suddenly felt self-conscious. Maybe it was because I was about to discover things that might change the world as I knew it; things about myself that I had never even known.

Looking down at my attire, I was glad that I had at least been able to change clothes. I hadn’t showered because I hadn’t wanted to spend any longer in my Mother’s house than I had to. Gathering clothes and supplies had taken long enough. Now, I was wearing clean jeans and a light purple, long-sleeved shirt that fit me nicely. I had pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail and brushed my teeth at a rest stop; could be worse.

Glancing over at my companions, I saw that Jackson was wearing his usual flannel shirt and jeans, and Nelly looked beautiful, as always. We all looked tired though, and they appeared as nervous as I seemed to be.

Then, the door creaked open and a cute little girl poked her head out. If I had to guess, I would say that she was about five, but then, I didn’t really know much about little kids.

She had big brown eyes and long wavy brown hair and she was wearing sweatpants and a tshirt. I smiled involuntarily; the first time in the last two days that I had really smiled. She reminded me of a little me.

She tilted her little head to the side and studied us with concentration covering her adorable features. Her eyes passed over all three of us with astuteness on par with any adult. I cleared my throat, feeling a little like I was being examined. “Um, Hi, My name is-“

“Shh,” she interrupted. “I mean, sorry, just need silence for a second, okay?” I shut my mouth and tried to hide my smile. She studied us for several more seconds and I glanced uneasily at the rapidly sinking sun. Finally, she nodded and pointed her tiny finger at Jackson. “Jackson Kane,” she proclaimed. “Jackson Kane, Wolf Son.” She swung her finger toward Nelly, “Nelliana, Omnipotent Life-Drinker.” She stumbled on
omnipotent
and I found myself still smiling, even though this was absolutely strange.

Her finger landed on me and I couldn’t help but hold my breath, “And Alexa…

hmm… well… that’s… interesting.” She stared into my eyes and I got the strange sensation that she was staring straight through to my soul. Once again, I felt a little self-conscious.

Then, she closed her eyes and lowered her head in what looked like a bow. I shot looks at Jackson and Nelly. They just shrugged, looking just as confused as I was. Good, at least I wasn’t the only one.

“Let them in, Akira. Don’t scare them away,” said a woman’s voice from inside the house.

Akira rolled her eyes and swung the door open, then gestured for us to follow her inside. We filed into the house and she informed us that we could “sit down if we wanted”, and we promptly complied. Then, she plopped down by a large toy box in the corner of the room, and began digging through toys and scattering them over the floor. She didn’t say anything else to us, all her attention on the tea party she was setting up for her stuffed animals.

As we waited, I took note of our surroundings. The front door had opened up into a cozy living room containing a beige couch and matching recliner. There were pictures and more flowers placed strategically around the room and a tiny piano with a tiny stool sat near the toy box. It was cute and homey; strangely enough, it made me miss my Mother.

A few minutes later, an old-as-dirt lady emerged from the hallway connected to the living room. She walked slowly over to the recliner and sat down facing Nelly, Jackson and I on the couch. As she studied us, I studied her.

Her clothes were typical: dark blue slacks and a floral, blue, button-down shirt.

Her shoes followed suit: dark-blue penny loafers with shiny pennies in them. She wore a slightly amused expression on her gravity-dominated face. Though the skin around her eyes was spotted with age, the vessels themselves were sharp as fishhooks. They seemed to snag me in much the same way.

I cleared my throat, feeling more than mildly uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound stupid, so I said, “Hi, I’m Alexa, and this is my sister, Nelly, and my friend, Jack. It’s nice to meet you.”

I’m sure she already knew who we were; so much for not sounding stupid. Maybe I should have just gone with my usual “what’s up”.

The old lady smiled then, long lost beauty flashing briefly across her face, and sat back in the recliner. “Hello, Alexa.” Her sharp gaze fell on the others and she nodded to them in greeting. Beside me Jackson shifted. The woman just smiled, and then turned her attention back to me.

I swallowed. “We were hoping you could help us. My mother left your number on a letter.” I had explained this over the phone but I didn’t know what else to say to fill the silence that seemed to be suffocating me and my companions.

When she just continued staring, I opened my mouth to try again but she beat me to the punch. Her eyes locked on me and I had to work to hold her gaze. “So much pain…

you carry so much pain.”

My tongue felt thick in my throat; it was obvious who she was talking to.

“Yet, you don’t show it,” she continued. “That’s the Warrior in you. You carry a fire inside of yourself, even though it burns you. You refuse to let it out in fear that it may destroy others.” Her eyes flicked to Nelly, then returned to me. “You fear it may destroy you in doing so because you can’t seem to control it. Still, you try. Why, Alexa? Do you know why?” I dropped my gaze and studied my hands, a million thoughts flying through my mind. Was this woman crazy? What was she even talking about? But, as I replayed her words in my head, it occurred to me that maybe she wasn’t really that far off.

I spoke before I really knew what I was going to say. “Because… if it were up to me, I’d never let her get burned. I’d keep it as close to me as I could.” She nodded in understanding, as if she had known what I would say even before I did. I wondered if she was some kind of witch. Honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a unicorn tied up in the back yard.

“I’ve been called worse,” she said, as if replying to my thoughts. I must have looked shocked, and embarrassed, because she waved her hand in dismissal. “But, no, I’m not a witch. I’m just good at Searching people. Not unlike our Nelliana.” She gestured toward Nelly.

“Though I’m afraid her gifts surpass my own. I’m Olivia, and I believe you’ve already met my granddaughter, Akira.”

Akira’s head jerked up, she smiled and gave a shy wave. Again, my lips curved up and I waved back. Then, she hopped up off of the floor and ran over to me, pulling herself up into my lap. I was startled, but I repositioned myself so that she could sit on my knees.

I tilted my head so that I could see Olivia, she was smiling. “I believe you have some questions for me,” she said.

That was an understatement; I didn’t know where to start. I thought for a moment, and picked the question that had been bothering me since all of this began.

“What am I?” My voice came out in a whisper, so I was surprised when Olivia answered.

“You are of ancient blood. A perfect mixture of all the physical strengths of all the races. What we once knew as Warriors. That’s what you are, the last one who carries the physiology to be called a true Warrior.”

She looked like she thought this was an honor. I wasn’t so sure. “So… there’s no one else like me? I-I’m the last of a dying race?”

Olivia seemed to be choosing her words carefully. “Yes and no,” she said finally.

“There are no others that have your unique blood, but at the same time you have a little bit of all the races in you, just not enough of any one race to be categorized as one of them. But yes, you are the last known of your kind.”

Oh, wonderful, I really was a freak. I guess that explained a lot.

“Does that mean that I’m part Searcher” I gestured to Nelly, “and part wolf,” I glanced at Jackson, “and part… part whatever else there is? And if my race is supposed to be great warriors, why am I the only one left?” I was rambling, but really, could you blame me?

“Because there are those that see your kind as a threat,” Olivia replied. “There is a hierarchy in our world, and those that head this order have never taken kindly to competition.

You can see why they would see your kind as competition. Nonetheless, Warriors used to be an abundant race. Your people defended and protected all of us and most were grateful. However, some were not. When your numbers started increasing, a council of our leaders passed a decree that your kind should be put into slavery for fear the Warriors might betray them. Not surprisingly, your people refused to take this treatment from the people they had so long protected. They revolted… and then they were hunted into near extinction. Some survived, you are proof of that, but they retreated into hiding, living among the humans. Those who were not found by our kind were hunted by those that they had once hunted: the Lamia. Your mother among them, but Diana was there when they came and she managed to get you to safety, though she was unable to save her sister-in-law.”

Diana was my Mother’s name, so what Olivia was saying made no sense. Unless…

“She was my aunt? That’s impossible, she raised me. She was my Mother!” My voice was shaking. My cheeks heated and fists balled. And when my left eye twitched, I dragged a trembling hand across my damp forehead.

Nelly’s voice cut in, almost inaudible. “It’s true. She’s telling the truth.” I whipped my head to the left to face her. She had tears streaking her face and for the first time ever, I refused to feel sorry for her.

“You knew about this? You knew and you never told me?” I couldn’t keep the venom from my voice. I felt instant and utter betrayal.

“I couldn’t! We just wanted to keep you safe… to let you have a bit of normalcy before you had to face a world that would try to destroy you! You have to trust me, please, trust me, Alexa. We did what we thought was best.” She was pleading now, tears flowing freely down her cheeks, and normally, I would have forgiven her without any question. But this was
not
normal.

I scoffed, and my voice came out a pitch deeper than normal. “Trust you? How can you even ask me that? I’ve always trusted you and now I find out that you’ve been lying to me for my entire life! How can you expect me to trust you? How can you say that about our Mother? How can you even pretend that I had some sort of normalcy when I had to train every day of my life to be a killer? And now I find out that that’s what I’m made for- killing! How can you sit there and tell me that any of this is okay?”

I was seeing red. All red. Red hot lies. Red blood spilled as a result of those lies.

And, Nelly’s red face as she admitted to those lies. I slammed my eyes shut, trying desperately to envision the color blue. Seeing only red, darkening and darkening into a near black-Just then, something warm and soft touched my cheek. A beautiful, glorious rainbow exploded behind my lids. So exquisite and lacking in only one color. I almost raised a hand in attempt to capture it. But as the colors settled over me, so did my right mind. Peeling my eyes open, I looked down to see that Akira was resting her hand on my face. I had forgotten I was holding her. The possibilities of this fact horrified me so greatly that I was almost afraid to draw in air.

Where her hand was touching my face, I felt a seeping cold sensation; much like medication through an IV, and all red thoughts disappeared. Incredible calmness washed over me. Finally deciding I could move without risk of breaking her, I brought my hand up to cover hers with my own.