Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy) (13 page)

My eyelids were heavy with desire as I looked up at him, but I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I’d been woken to life for the second time. I wasn’t about to go back to sleep. With that thought in mind, I drew him closer and met his lips. It was all he needed. Roane took control. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me on top of him.

I wanted the barrier gone, but Roane ripped away from me again to slam a hand over the door. The door tried to open, but Roane barked out something. It sounded unintelligible to my ears, but I saw that the door remained shut after that.

I gasped for breath. Cold air slammed against my insides. Oh god…. Oh… god….

“Turn your shield on.”

What? I looked up, but struggled to see Roane. It was like a black veil had fallen over my eyes. I knew he was there. I heard him, but I couldn’t see him. Then my body twitched and I drew in a panicked breath. I felt the desk underneath me. It was rattling and I realized, as if I were in the distance, that it was me. I was making the desk shake uncontrollably. I didn’t…

“Davy!”

Roane’s voice was so far away.

“Roane,” I heard myself whimper.

“She’s going into shock, Lucas.”

That wasn’t Roane. I frowned, but I felt myself falling backwards and then something caught me. I knew it was Roane, but I couldn’t see him. I opened my mouth to talk to him and ask him who had come into the room, but no sound came out.

“Her heart is going crazy. You have to put her out.”

“Shut up, Wren!” Roane snarled.

“Her body is changing, but she’s still with us. Put her out, Lucas! She’s scared right now. Put her out and she’ll be fine when she wakes up.”

I felt Roane’s chest jerk upwards, as if he couldn’t make the decision. I heard the struggle in his voice. “I… the dreams, Wren. I can’t… you don’t know what they go through.”

“No.” The girl was cold. “This girl is not Talia. This girl is the new one and you have to put her out. She has to have those dreams, Lucas. They
all
have to have those dreams. She has to know what she is. Put her out.”

I felt the surrender in Roane’s arms before he bent over my body. His hand wrapped around my throat and then…

“Welcome.” The voice was harsh and sarcastic, but also upbeat.

I looked up and saw nothing. I was in a black hole.

“You know you’re dreaming. We know you’re dreaming. Everyone knows you’re dreaming.” The words came again. They rushed at me from behind this time.

I sat up, shaken, but was surprised to find strength surge through my body. I flexed my hand slowly and held it in front of me. My hand wasn’t my hand. I saw through my hand, through my skin and my blood. Everything was silver. It ran through my entire body and was pumping into my heart.

Oh my god—Roane! Kates! Anyone!

“Stop whining.” It whipped around me again. I heard a laugh this time.

“Who—what are you?”

“This is the circus, didn’t you know? We’re in Alice’s Wonderland with the seven berry gummy bears. Exciting, right? I know you’re on the edge of your seat. I would be if I had a seat, but I don’t. I’m shapeless. I have no form. I have no solid. I’m the gray in between.” The voice bounced around me.

“You’re psychotic. That’s what you are.” I drew in a breath.

“I like you. I didn’t like the last one. She was weak.”

“Weak?”

“Yeah.”

Suddenly, the girl from the roof stood in front of me. She wasn’t poised on the edge of the roof, not like that night or in my dream. This time she wore a yellow sweater over white jeans. Her red curls hung loosely down to her waist.

“Her.” The voice was disgusted.

“I was there that night.”

“She died because you were there. If you hadn’t shown up on that roof, she couldn’t have died. She could’ve stabbed herself in the artery and she would’ve lived through it. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

I closed my eyes, but I saw the same thing. Blackness. I opened my eyes and the girl was gone.

“It’s annoying when you do that.”

“Do what?” But I didn’t want to know. I wished that I would wake up.

“When something happens that you don’t like, you try to escape it. You should stop. It’s a bad habit. Freaky Cinderella needs to see her toad or she might step wrong and squash him.”

“I’m in a psych hospital, right? I’m having hallucinations and I’m actually schizophrenic. That’s what you are. You’re me talking to me and this doesn’t exist.”

“Little Jack can’t run without his Jill. The pail won’t let them.”

Yep. I was insane. “I need to go right now. I can pinch myself. I’ll wake up. Or I can kill myself. You always wake up before you die, right?”

“There are rules, Jackass.” It screamed this time and with a blink of the eye I saw the girl again. She stood in front of me, looking through me, and I saw the hazel eyes from before. They weren’t sad or content this time. They were terrified and she quaked beneath my stare. Then someone passed me and I saw that she didn’t tremble because of me. She knelt as a black form loomed above her. It was a person, but the shape was too blurry. I couldn’t see who it was. I really wanted to know who it was. “Trees stand on the ground. The sun sets and rises again. The moon beams down. Waves roll back and forth and what’s underneath it all? Rules.”

“Who is that?” I gestured to the black shape. Something was before me and I needed to know what it was. I felt the urgency shoot through my body and I glanced from the corner of my eye to my arm. I screamed as I saw the silver course through all of my body and explode outwards into a blinding light. The black shape was illuminated a man with a scar that ran from his eyebrow down his face to end below his neck. He held a jagged dagger in his hand and blood dripped from the tip.

“Who is that?”

“Would Jack and Jill have run up the hill if they had no pail?”

I felt a poke in my side. “Stop it.”

The voice laughed. “That wasn’t me, Freaky Cinderella.”

“Don’t call me Freaky Cinderella,” I snarled and whirled around. Nothing. Darkness. As I whirled the other way I saw the same girl, but the scarred man was gone. She held the dagger this time and I watched, frozen, as she took the knife to her arm and gritted her teeth. As sweat beaded over her eyebrows, she started to cut her own skin.

“She was the Freaky Cinderella,” the voice whispered in my ear.

“Who are you?”

“The water.”

“Who’s the pail?”

“You.”

Not the answer I was expecting. “And Jack and Jill are...?”

“Wrong answer, Freaky Snow White.”

I was Snow White now. “Could you pick one fairy tale and keep with it? I’m getting confused.”

“You haven’t been kissed yet. The seven berry gummy bears won’t let you be kissed. I wouldn’t like them if I were you.”

“Thank goodness that you’re not me then,” I snapped back.

There was a pause. I felt surprise in the air. “The seven berry gummy bears need to die.”

“I’ll eat them. How about that?” I was nearing the end of my rope. The voice was starting to irritate me. I liked gummy bears and I hated fairy tales. “Reveal yourself. Now.” I felt the resistance in the air. It swirled around me. As I pulled one way, it pulled the other way. Then I screamed, “Reveal!”

The air exploded. I blinked from the force of it and then I saw myself staring back at me. The real me was annoyed. “Who are you?”

“The water.”

Oh yes. I was a sarcastic brat. “No riddles. Who are you and who am I?”

The other me smirked. “I’m the water. You’re the pail, but you need to figure out who Jack and Jill are.”

“Humans and vampires.”

“Try something more elemental than that. Those are species. Look at yourself.”

I glanced down to my arms and lifted them high. I still saw the silver color pumping through my skin. I saw the tendons and ligaments attached to my muscles and bones. The silver ran through it all. I was a little unnerved, but I gritted my teeth. There had to be a message in all this nonsense.

“You’re life.”

“I’m Davy.”

“That’s what we can call you, but that’s not what you are. Not anymore.”

“I’m…” I looked up, somber. “Jack and Jill don’t exist. You’re the Immortal. You’re life and you’re in me now. It’s not about Jack and Jill. It’s about running up the hill and falling down. It’s about fetching the pail. They wouldn’t have to run up the hill if they didn’t need to fetch a pail of water.”

“You’re starting to get it. She never got it.”

“The hill is…”

“The hill is the pursuit. You’re the golden prize.”

I was going to wake up. I felt it slowly coming…. My other self disappeared in a flash, but the voice haunted me, “You’re the Immortal now, Davy. Welcome to the Land of Never Death.”

Then I gasped as the dagger flashed towards me. Blood dripped down and it was mine this time. The dagger swept closer and embedded itself in my chest. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

My eyes snapped open and I let loose a shrill scream. My hand clamped on my chest, but it took a moment before I realized that there was no dagger. There was no blood. My hand shook as I held it out and saw there that was no silver blood. My hand was normal. Pale. I looked around and there was no Alice’s Wonderland. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re awake.”

I turned towards the voice and was dazed to see a hooker leaning against a grand oak door. She wasn’t really a hooker, but she looked like one. She smiled coolly and straightened from her post, then stalked towards me with one precisely placed black boot in front of the other. She was a vampire. That was obvious, but she wasn’t like the other vampires around Benshire. They dressed like regular folk. She wore a black leather corset held together by silver safety pins. The leather looked like it cut into her skin, but I doubted she cared. It’s not like she really needed to breathe. It gave her some massive cleavage.

The corset looked like it was tucked into her pants. The ends were tucked inside those high-heeled black boots that started below her knees.

Uncomfortable. Dangerous. Sexy.

Her dark eyes flickered and I almost expected to see a drop of blood at the corner of her mouth. It would’ve blended with her lipstick and the auburn curls that hung down to her waist.

“So… welcome back.” She clipped those words out.

“You say that, but I don’t think your heart’s really into it,” I replied with a raspy voice. I frowned and glanced down—that’s when I saw where I was. Black satin sheets. I was in a massive bed placed on a pedestal in the center of the room. The bed was… whoa. That’s all I could say and the rest of the room…. I took a second look at the doors since they were my only exit. They were massive too and made of oak with little swirls in the frame around the doors, like an artist had custom-made the frames just for the room. The swirls in the frame matched the two window frames, bed posts, and headboard. Someone was more decorative than me. Then I looked at myself and saw I was dressed in my jeans with only my thin camisole. That was it. No socks. I always wore socks. I loved my socks. “Where am I?”

“Lucas wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“What happened to me?”

Her body is changing…
My body shook as I remembered those words and I focused on her again. “You know who I am? You were there. You said—” I fell silent, confused. How had she known? I hadn’t even known.

She was smug. “Do I know who you are? Yes. I’m one of three who knows. And yes, I was there when your body started changing. You were seizing. I had to put you out of your misery.”

I sat further up in the bed. “You told Roane to do it. You told him that I needed ‘to know.’” My throat was sore so I started to massage it.

“Now you know… don’t you?” I saw a flash of dislike in her eyes and knew this vampire
really
loathed me.

I threw my legs out from underneath the sheets and stood weakly.

“He’s not going to want you to leave. Lucas said to keep you here no matter what.” There was a warning in her dark eyes. So I made sure there was a wide berth as I rounded to the door. When I reached it, I held her gaze. That’s when I saw that she had no intention of stopping me. Why? Did she really hate me that much? Was it about Roane?

As those questions formed in my mind, I was inside her. Her shields were like air for me. She had no idea. She was frozen in place, like I had paralyzed her. I could easily slip through now whereas I would’ve broken a sweat before.

“No, Davy.” A hand wrapped around my arm and jerked me out.

So many things flashed through my mind, but I watched as she blinked. She was slowly coming out of her trance. Then comprehension flashed and loathing quickly followed. It had been there before, but this time it was tenfold and she bared her fangs. If Roane hadn’t been there, she would’ve killed me.

Roane pulled me against his chest and tucked me to the side at the same time. He moved and stood between the two of us. “Wren, walk away. She doesn’t know her powers yet. Go.”