The Lost Soul (Fallen Soul Series, Book 1) (16 page)

“Of course,” he says and leaves my room, closing the door.

I take a shower, scrubbing the mud and today’s memories away. I get dressed and run a comb through my tangled brown hair. I wipe the fog from the mirror and note the dark circles under my violet eyes. I trace my finger along them and down to my mouth where there’s a tiny cut across my bottom lip. I lean forward, studying it. Blood drips from my nose.

“What the?” I wipe the blood away, but it continues to dribble out. My ears ring. I clutch my head and grab a ball of tissue, pressing it to my nose. My heart pounds and I think I’m going to pass out. But as quickly as it starts, the blood stops, my ears silence and my head is clearer than it’s been in days.

I toss the ball of tissue into the garbage and open the door, steam funneling out with me. Alex is in my bed, dressed in black pajama bottoms, lying on his stomach. I crawl into bed and run my fingers through his damp hair. I want to talk to him more, but he’s breathing peacefully in dreamland. I lie on my back and play with his hair until my eyelids become too heavy.

***

“It’s not about winning,” Helena says. She’s perched in her throne, twisted with thorns, the blood red podium pooled beneath it. She added chains to her dungeon wall and her thin lips have plumped out. In fact all of her has changed a little. She looks less old, although her skin is wrinkled. But her gray hair now has streaks of honey.

“With you it’s always about winning.” Annabella sighs, collects the train of her dress, and moves beside her sister.

Helena saunters over to a pool of clear liquid shimmering on the wall. “What’s the matter, Annabella? Afraid I’m looking younger than you.” She admires her reflection in the liquid.

Annabella’s red lips purse and her silver eyes narrow at her sister. “It’s not youth that will make you more powerful. You’ve always been so vain.”

Helena’s hollow eyes dart to Annabella. “You’ve always thought you were better than me; you and Lucinda because you represent the better part of life and death. You with your Essences and Lucinda with her Immortality.” She tips back her head and laughs. “Now look at her. Trapped in a lake, reigning over a bunch of spineless faeries who don’t respect her.”

“Laugh all you want.” Annabella’s voice is cold. “But one day your Lost Souls may turn on you.” Her heels click against the floor as she storms for the throne, back to her world of Essences.

“Annabella,” Helena calls out. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Annabella turns, her eyebrows knitting to her long nose. “I’m sorry, but I thought we were done here.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Helena waves her finger at Annabella. “Never turn your back on your family, Annabella.”

Annabella laughs, her thin fingers curling into fists. “Is that a threat, Helena? Must I remind you who mother left in charge?”

Helena ambles up to Annabella, like a cat eyeing a mouse. “Mother always did like you best, didn’t she? Too bad she’s not around to see this—she’d be so proud of me. I’m more powerful than she ever thought I would be. I have a human connection now, in the Human World. Did you know that? And soon I’ll be able to be there myself.”

Before Annabella can react, Helena grips her by the throat and raises her from the floor. Annabella’s feet dangle as she struggles to breathe. “Helena,” she gasps. “Please don’t do this.”

“It’s not fun being the weaker one, is it?” Her eyes blacken. “And when I’m done with you, I’ll be even more powerful.” Her mouth opens up and she sucks in a breath. Annabella’s skin pales as Helena shoves her into her throat, like she did to me once.

After she eats her sister, she smears her lips with the back of her hand, looking satisfied. “Now onto the Essences.” With that, she marches for the rear of the throne, for Annabella’s kingdom full of Essences.

“Come to me,” she whispers. “All of you give me your life.”

***

I wake up shivering and clutching the blanket. I feel for Alex, seeking his comfort. My hand lands in something warm and wet. The room is dark and I fumble for the lamp. I click it on and gasp at the blood soaking my hand. My fingers tremble as I stare at the empty space beside me. Alex is gone, and there’s a large pool of blood in his place. The red liquid streaks down the side of the bed and to the floor. I throw on a jacket and track the trail out of my bedroom and down the stairs. The front door is dripping with blood and a bloody handprint streaks the glass. My heart leaps into my throat as I open the door. Alex’s car is missing from the driveway.

He’s gone and I know where he went—to the field, to Helena. I sense it in my heart, through Alex, through our undying connection. He’s in pain, hurting, and I feel every part of it. I spin for the stairs to wake Aislin and Laylen. But my legs give out and I crash to the floor. Using my weak arms, I try to heave back up. But my elbows buckle. I cough up a large puddle of blood.

“Laylen...” My voice fades as I slip into unconsciousness.

“It’s starting again, isn’t it?” Alex and I are lying on a blanket underneath the night sky. The warm air is like summer sand. But I snuggle up against him, pretending I’m cold, craving his closeness.

“We’ll be fine.” He stares at the stars, one arm supporting his head, the other playing with my hair. “It’s not like last time. We have each other now.”

“I know.” I pause. “But what if we don’t? What if we lose each other somehow?”

He rolls to his side, his head relaxed in his hand, his eyes intense even through the night.  “That’s not possible. Remember you and me forever.”

“Forever,” I whisper, breathless. “But how long can forever be if we’re not with each other? What if Helena gets one of us? What if she takes one of our souls?”

He bites on his bottom lip, eyes glazing with contemplation. He shifts on his hip and reaches into his pocket. “Then we’ll have to make sure we save each other.” He slides out his pocket knife.

“A Blood Promise between us can’t keep Helena from stealing our souls.” I frown at the knife.

He kneels up and switches the knife open. “I’m not saying that we’ll promise that. I’m saying we’ll promise that, no matter what, we’ll save each other. Whether we’re brainwashed, locked up to a life-sucking crystal ball, or passed out in a cabin in the middle of the mountains.” The corners of his lips quirk. “Which you know are all possible. We’ll promise to find and save our other half.”

I pin my lips together. “I’d do that anyway, even without the Blood Promise.”

“I know you would,” he says with sureness. “But this helps against outside forces.”

I consider it, but only briefly. I rise onto my knees, kneeling in front of him. “Alright, I’m in.”

His eyes never waver as he gently takes my hand and puts the blade to my palm. With a quick motion, he slices my skin. Releasing my hand for a second, he cuts his palm then returns our hands together, mixing our blood and our bond.  He caresses his lips with mine, quickly kissing me.

“Spondeo non materia quod,” he whispers with a sliver of space between our lips. “Ego semper sit custos e potestate vel non. Ut haud res quis venio, ego te semper invenies.”

Before I can repeat his words, he touches his lips to mine. He coaxes my lips apart and slips his tongue inside my mouth. Distracted, I release our hands and twine my fingers through his hair. A moan escapes his lips, wanting me, needing me. It reminds me that he needs to be saved too.

I pull back, panting. “No one-sided promises.” I untangle my injured hand from his hair, hold it up, and wait. His jaw tightens as our hands link. “Now, what do I say?”

“Spondeo non materia quod,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Ego semper sit custos e potestate vel non. Ut haud res quis venio, ego te semper invenies.”

I repeat his words carefully. When I finish, our hands slide apart. Blood filters down our wrists and forearms. “No matter what, we’re in this together,” I say. “Helena can’t win against us both.”

He stares at me, eyes skimming the lines of my lips. Without answering, he tilts his head to kiss me.

I place my hand on his chest and hold him back. “Alex, promise we’re in this together.”

“Alright, I promise.” He licks his lips as he eyes mine.

“But do his promises really mean anything if they’re not sealed by blood?” Stasha interrupts us. She flips her blond hair from her shoulder and grins. “I know he promised me multiple times we’d be together forever, but without the Blood Promise, he’s not obligated to hold out his end of the deal.”

Alex’s muscles tense as he sits up. “It’s not an obligation, Stasha. I want to be with her. Unlike you.”

“Aw, sweetie.” She kneels down in front of him, running her fingers through his hair.

I want to rip her death hands off. I want to wring her neck. But all I can do is lay motionless on the ground, trapped by an invisible force.

“Come with me,” she whispers. “I can save you.”

Alex glances at me, waiting for my response—a plea for him to stay. I twitch my lips, trying to force them apart, but they’re bound together.

Stasha helps him to his feet and sets her glove-covered hand in his. “Good boy.” She leads him away.

Alex looks over his shoulder, sadness in his eyes. “I’ll protect you forever. No matter what it takes.”

A white circle of light reveals in front of them. I inch my hand up as they dip their feet in. “Wait!” My lips break apart and my limbs are freed. But it’s too late. They’ve vanished into the light, leaving me alone with only the stars.

Just like my life used to be.

***

“Alex…” I wake up with my cheek pressed against the velvet couch cushion and the vexed voices of Laylen and Aislin.

“No, it doesn’t mean that,” Aislin snaps. “We can’t assume anything until we know for sure.”

“Aislin, you saw exactly what I saw.” Laylen’s voice is quiet. “The blood… it was everywhere.”

“He’s not dead,” Aislin breathes, sobs interlacing her voice. “He’s fine. Helena wouldn’t kill him—she needs him to much.”

“You know as well as I do that in order to go to The Afterlife, you have to be dead,” Laylen replies softly.

“That’s not true.” I sit up and lower my feet down until they touch the floor. My thigh muscles ache and my toes are coated with Alex’s dried blood. Their eyes bore into me, waiting for an explanation. I stare at the red flakes on my pale skin. “I can go to The Afterlife whenever I want—I can’t die. Well, I can, but I revive.”

Laylen crouches in front of me. “Gemma, what happened? How did it… why is there blood everywhere?”

“It’s Alex’s.” Lifting my chin, I meet his eyes. “I woke up and he was gone.”

“You didn’t see him leave, though?” Aislin sits on the coffee table. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun and she’s wearing a pink hoodie.  Her pinstriped pajamas pants are ringed with mud, along with her slippers.

I shake my head slowly. “Did you go outside?”

She exchanges a look with Laylen. “I went looking for Alex… out in the field.” she tells me and I swallow hard. She puts her hands firmly on my shoulders. “Gemma, we need to know what happened.”

My gut infests with knots. “I was having this dream… about Helena. She ate Annabella and then went after the Essences. When I woke up, Alex was gone. There was blood all over the bed and on the floor. I tracked it to the front door and then…” I inhale slowly, forcing the tears back. “And then I could feel pain. It was so bad that I passed out.” I pause. “I think I was feeling Alex’s pain.”