Charmed Again (Halloween LaVeau) (30 page)

I was about to agree with her when the lights in the house flickered. “Did you see that?”

Liam nodded. “I get the feeling it wasn’t faulty wiring that did that.”

The front door opened with full force and Catherin and Claude appeared. They did not look pleased with what we’d done. The frowns deepened on their faces as they moved down the steps and stopped in front of us.

“So nice of you to join us.” I faked a smile.

Catherin glared at me. “You had to call in your friends.”

“Why don’t you tell me who you are,” I said.

“Why don’t you guess?” Claude answered for her.

“I’m not much for games. It’s better if you just tell me now because I’ll find out sooner or later. And I’m thinking it’ll be sooner.” I warned with a wave of my hand.

Before they answered, Catherin and Claude changed right before our eyes. I let out a gasp when I saw who they really were. They had revealed thei
r true identities. Sabrina and Jacobson stood before us. They had fooled me all along. Once again, I had had the enemy right under my nose the whole time. I really needed to check out my guests better.

“Why did you pretend to be Catherin Butterfield?” I asked.

Sabrina laughed. “At first it was totally random, but then I discovered that Gina had reanimated Catherin years ago because Catherin specialized in binding vampire stakes so that the vampires couldn’t come back as demons. What are the odds that I would pick her? Obviously Catherin hadn’t been great at binding because the vampire Darkess, who turned Gina and her family, came back as a demon anyway.”

“Are you surprised
it was us?” Jacobson asked.

“You tricked me. Good for you. I bet you are really proud of yourself,” I said.

He nodded with a smirk. “Actually I am happy with how well we pulled it off. But then again, you aren’t that hard to fool.”

He loved to insult me. But who would have the last laugh? I was going to try my hardest to make sure it was me.

“How did you appear at just the right time when my spells had gone wrong?” I asked.

“We cast a spell so we’d know exactly what spells you were trying and when. It just happened to fit perfectly into our plan. We couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

“Why did you do this?” My tolerance level for his antics had vanished ages ago.

“Nicolas was here with you. We wanted to take him down and steal his soul for the demon. We figured while we were at it we could ta
ke your soul too.” Jacobson held one arm behind his back. I probably wasn’t going to like whatever he was concealing.

“And I’ll
be the leader of the Underworld.” Sabrina flipped her cola-colored hair off her shoulder. A satisfied gleam sparkled in her dark eyes.

Jacobson whipped around and glared at her. “I thought we agreed that I would be the leader.”

“Neither of you will ever be the leader,” I snapped.

Jacobson pulled the Book of Mystics out from behind me. “That’s where you’re wrong. I have the book now.”

A sneer of satisfaction covered his face.

My stomach sank. How would I get the book back? I’d really screwed up now.

“That was why you banished me from the house.” I glared at him. “You made me have the blackouts too, didn’t you? You were trying to take my soul?”

“We would have succeeded if you hadn’t discovered that damn necklace. But now that we have it back…” He smiled.

“What have you done with Nicolas and Annabelle?” My anger surged and I felt the blood drain from my face.

“I don’t know anything about anyone named Annabelle,” Jacobson said.

“Tell her the truth,” Liam demanded.

“You do know. She was here. You attacked her earlier,” I said.

He snorted. “She serves no purpose to me.”

“You are a liar. Where is Nicolas?” I demanded.

“He’s with the demon where he belongs,” Jacobson said with that familiar smirk.

Jacobson was out of control and I had had it with him. With all the energy I could muster I raised my hand and pointed at Jacobson. He had made me furious. Some way or somehow I would force him to tell me the truth. As the words popped into my mind, I spoke them out loud. I had no idea if they were right or would even work, but with my anger, there would be no stopping me.

I recited the words, “I freeze your power. You will not work magic. No harm will come from you. So mote it be.”

A wave of energy flowed from my fingertips and hit Jacobson. As he stumbled backward, Sabrina flashed her fangs and hissed at me.

“You lied about Nicolas attacking you. That vampire turned you years ago. Why did you do that?” I asked.

“W
e wanted you to deliver Nicolas to us. He needs to suffer for what he’s done.” Jacobson’s face was hard and unyielding.

“Why now? Why didn’t you do
something years ago?” I asked.

“We just became aware of what Nicolas and his mother did. So we deci
ded to fight for the demon. Besides, what better time to become the leader of the Underworld? We could get rid of Nicolas and you, then I would be the leader,” Jacobson said.

“That doesn’t even make any sense,” I said.

“To you maybe it doesn’t make sense. To us it makes perfect sense.” He gave an evil grin.

Misty stepped forward
slightly, as if she hated to interrupt. “Um, we can cast a spell that will help reveal where they are keeping Nicolas and Annabelle.”

“Cast the spell and use our energy again,” Liam said.

I nodded and then repeated the words. “I freeze your power. You will not work magic. No harm will come from you. So mote it be.”

The wave of energy flew from my fingers again as I pointed both hands at Jacobson and Sabrina.

They fell to the ground. Their movements were sluggish as they attempted to get up from the gravel drive. It was no use though. Their powers were bound—for a short time at least.

Liam pointed at the incapacitated witches.
“They won’t be out long. We need to reach Nicolas and Annabelle before it’s too late. If we can get rid of the demon then we can save them.”

“In the book it says we have to destroy the symbols. I’m
guessing that was what my great-aunt had tried to do all those years ago when she bound the stakes so that the bad vampires wouldn’t come back as demons.” I grabbed the book and waved it through the air for emphasis.

“It’s an hour
’s drive to New Orleans. Does anyone know a spell to help us not get a speeding ticket?” I asked.

I snatched the necklaces and the Book of Mystics from Sabrina and Jacobson. “Y’all won’t need these.”

Was Nicolas really at the abandoned house where we’d found his wallet? Was he really being held there by the demon vampire who had turned him and his family? Talk about holding a grudge. I mean, get over it already. Nicolas had killed the vampires who had turned his family—he was clearly the winner in that situation.

Liam had taken over driving the van. I was just glad my mother hadn’t insisted on
chauffeuring. She was as blind as a bat at night, yet she still insisted on climbing behind the wheel every chance she got. As we cruised down the road, I repeatedly glanced at the clock on the van’s dashboard. Those green numbers sure seemed to be moving extra slowly. I nervously tapped my fingers against the seat—anything to keep my mind off what was happening.

The hour-
long drive seemed to take forever, stretching out as long as the endless road in front of us. The chatter of the Coven members filled the inside of the van. They discussed their favorite spells and which was the best style of cauldron to use. Liam grew uncomfortable when the women began discussing shirtless men—anything to take their minds off the dangerous situation, right?

Finally, we pulled up
to the dirt driveway hidden by the tall moss-covered oak trees. Liam wheeled the van in and drove down the driveway. The house soon came into view. I couldn’t help but notice the eerie fog that purled across the ground and hovered around the place like some evil haze from Hell. What lurking horrors waited for us? My nerves were on edge, but I had to be strong. I inhaled a deep breath to prepare myself for what I might find inside that house.

As soon as the van had come to a stop and before Liam had even cut the engine, I jumped out and headed in a rush toward the house
, wading through the swirling fog. To say that I was anxious would be a vast understatement. There was one thing on my mind: my mission to save my friends. I had no idea what I was walking into, but I had to save Annabelle and Nicolas. When I stepped up onto the porch, an invisible force blasted me backward and I landed at the bottom of the steps with a thud. I groaned as I attempted to move.

Liam raced over. “Are you okay, Hallie?”

“Oh dear, are you all right? What happened?” my mother asked as she helped me up.

I rubbed my head. “Something knocked me on my butt. I’m going out on a limb and guessing it’s the aforementioned demon.”

Liam and my mother helped me to my feet. Once I’d gotten my footing back, I straightened my shoulders and mentally prepared myself to give it another shot.

The other Coven members gathered around as we looked up at the house. If that was the power this thing possessed, then I was terrified to find out what it had done to Annabelle and Nicolas. Anger mixed with fear boiled inside me.

“I thought Jon was supposed to be her bodyguard? Why did he allow this to happen?” I asked with disappointment in my voice.

Liam looked stricken. “I don’t know, Hallie. I’m sorry.”

Jon had a lot of explaining to do. Some bodyguard he’d turned out to be. I knew Liam felt bad for recommending him, but the fact was he’d failed at his job.

“We have to get in the house,” I said.

My mother grabbed my arm as if she wanted to drag me away from the house. “Hallie, you can’t try to get in the same way you just tried. The same thing will happen again.”

She had a point. How would I break through the
invisible force that this demon was using to shield the house? That was when I remembered I had the necklace again. Had my new magic skills returned enough with the necklace? There was only one way to find out.

With
the necklace clasped between my fingers, I recited a spell to protect us. “I call for the power of three to conjure protection for all that surrounds me.”

After chanting the phrase several times, a whirlwind of energy engulf
ed me. When I popped open my eyes, the energy was invisible. The sensation stayed with me though and I knew it was time to move forward.

I released a deep breath, then said, “I’m going in.”

“I’m going with you,” Liam said, grabbing my arm to slow me down.

“Liam, I don’t know if the spe
ll will protect you too,” I regarded him with a worried stare.

“Well, I have to give it a shot,” Liam s
queezed my hand.

“What should we do?” my mother asked, flashing me a look of concern.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t sure there was anything the coven members could do to fight this demon. It would probably turn into a one-on-one battle between us.

“Stay out here and
perform a spell for protection. Just keep doing it over and over until we come out,” I said, hiding the fear in my eyes.

I didn’t want to think about if we didn’t come out of the house. Negative thinking wouldn’t help me out of this
predicament. 

“Hallie, I don’t want you to go in there,” my mother
grabbed me again.

I touched her arm. “I kind of have to now, Mom. It’s my job.”

A witch’s work was never done, right? I didn’t give my mother a chance to protest. If she had time, she could probably talk me out of it. That would be something I’d regret for the rest of my life. So without another word, I forged ahead, making my way up the stairs onto the porch. It had worked. I wouldn’t lie and say that I hadn’t expected to be thrown off the porch again. I’d fully expected to land on my butt. Liam joined me at the front door. He glanced over at me and I knew by the expression on his face that he was shocked that the spell I’d cast had actually worked. I couldn’t take credit for it—the necklace had done all the work. When I turned the knob, the door wouldn’t open.

“Stand back,” Liam warned.

He moved back several steps, putting distance between his body and the door.

After rushing forward, he kicked the door
with full speed and it swung open with a loud crash. Impressive. As I stepped over the threshold, a force of wind smacked me in the face, almost knocking me down again. I managed to steady myself, but walking into the space was like treading through cotton. It had felt the same way that first night at the plantation.

As I looked around the room, I realized that there was no one in sight. Undeniably, the air was heavy with powerful m
agic.

“I have a feeling I know where they are if they’re in this house at all,” I said, pointing down the hall toward the room with the paintings.