The Necromancer (Amber Lee Mysteries Book 3) (15 page)

“Holy shit!” I said, “What was that?”

The gypsy emerged from behind the beaded curtain, all wide eyes and fear. “We must leave, now!” she said, the urgency in her words as plain as day.

The caravan rocked again and this time I hit the ground. The urn slipped out of my hands and I scrambled to grab it before rising to my feet again. It felt like the ground was opening up beneath us or that a car was repeatedly slamming into the caravan!

“What
is
that out there!” I said.

“The spiders have come.”

CHAPTER 17

Spiders? I didn’t have a chance to ponder the question. Before I could think, a black talon impaled the side of the RV through one of the windows and narrowly missed my head. I screamed and pushed myself off the wall, ducked beneath the talon, shoved the door open and made a break for my life. But I couldn’t stop myself from looking back, and when I turned around, I saw it.

The beast was huge and black and covered in spindles. Easily the size of a car, the spider had eight red eyes which atop a wicked pincer mouth dripping with… something. Venom? But its bulb had no particularly distinguishing features. In fact, the entire spider was part beast, part shadow. I could see dark tendrils lashing out from its body, just like the bird Collette had summoned the other day. Only this time I didn’t have to see into the Nether to know the spider wasn’t normal.

I froze. My heart was slamming against my chest, my body buzzing with power—power I had barely felt until now, like a muscle I had forgotten how to flex. An instant passed, and the thing leapt. I ran toward the RV and slid beneath the spider as it landed, but when I spun around the thing was facing me and I found myself backed against the caravan’s metallic outer wall.

It inched closer, mandibles dripping with venom, and my heart started to thunder in my head. This thing was going to kill me and then it was going to kill Madame Aishe. I had to act, and I had to do it now. The spider lunged, and with a wave of my hand I sent a blast of power into its face strong enough to fling it into a nearby wall which cracked against the giant insect’s weight. Madame Aishe emerged from the caravan and stared, stunned, at the dazed creature staggering around to regain its footing.

“Run!” I said.

I grabbed her hand and bolted from the side of the caravan, dashing along the spider’s blind side at top speed. But as I ran I became immediately aware that I was alone, and suddenly the ground beneath my feet felt slick and unstable. My Coven. Collette, Damien, Frank. Where were they? Were they okay? Did they know what was happening to me? A scream pierced the dark of the Underworld. Distant, but shrill and loud. If my coven didn’t already know that something was going on, they knew now.

But as I ran with Madame Aishe in tow, I heard something else. Clicking. Echoed, distant. The spider? Was it behind me? I stopped in the middle of an alley between buildings and glanced at the dark space behind us, but the spider wasn’t there.

“What was that thing?” I asked.

“Henchmen,” she said, “Of the one you are looking for.”

“Henchmen? You mean there are more of them?”

“They come from above,” she said.

The clicking
was
coming from above; from the impenetrable darkness which should have been a sky sitting atop a small town, spiders were falling like rain drops. Huge, black, wicked raindrops.

We were running again, through the alley, down the street, beyond the Saloon. The screams surrounded us, now. Screams and clicks and hisses and… something else. The sounds of talons rending flesh, maybe. I shuddered at the thought and shut my eyes as I ran, and that’s when I bumped into Frank.

“Christ, witch, where have you been?” he asked.

“No time! Where are the others?”

“Over there,” he said, “They went into that old post office to ask questions.”

“Look out!” Madame Aishe said, and she pushed me to the ground just as a spider launched itself at us from across the street.

I turned onto my back in time to see Madame Aishe struggling with a spider the size of a large dog. It was trying to clamp its talons around her body! Frank raced toward her and grabbed two of its legs, pulling them apart, but the thing was strong. Too strong for him. But before I could decide what to do, another spider came into view.

This one was massive—bigger, even, than the one that attacked me by the RV—and it was coming down on a thread of silk that looked more like a thick metal chain than a spider’s web; and its mouth was dripping with glowing green goo.

“Amber!” said a voice.

I looked back and saw Collette and Damien leaving the post office building behind. Collette stretched her hands across from her, clenched her fists and pulled, and the shadow spider attacking Madame Aishe pulled itself apart in a flash of smoke and shadow. My mouth flew wide open at the sight of that kind of power, but I couldn’t spend any time admiring it. I had to get up. I had to get moving.

If the spiders were after me, and it seemed likely that they were, I had to take them out of the little village of the dead. Missington’s inhabitants were innocent, and I would not let them suffer at the hands of these beasts; not if I was the reason why they were here.

“How far to the river?” I asked Madame Aishe.

“Not far—this way.”

Madame Aishe led us through a tangle of houses which got smaller and older the deeper we went. The clicking followed, sometimes coming from above, other times coming from behind. Gaining. Always gaining. I was sure that, if I looked back, I would see the shadow spiders coming.

“Go!” I said.

Damien and Frank moved past me, and when they were clear I raised my hands to the sky, dug deep into the depths of my own power, and willed fire into the world of the dead. And from my fingertips fire did leap in arches to create a line which gave even the shadow spiders pause.
Hisssssss
! I could see the mantle of darkness around them recede as the light from the fire stripped away their shadows. Their power.

The spiders retreated into the darkness, and as the flames rose into a blazing inferno the spiders began to climb higher and higher, away from the fire. Away from the light. Until they were gone, back into the shadows from where they had come.

Damien ran back to me and grabbed my arm. “Amber, we have to go,” he said.

But I was watching the spiders disappear into the black. I wanted to make sure they were gone, but the dance of light against the thick, spindly figures in the dark was… mesmerizing. I was drawn to it. In a game of tug-of-war between the spiders and Damien, I was the rope.

“Now, Amber!” Damien tugged hard and I let myself be taken away down the path Madame Aishe was leading us through. We entered a man-made tunnel at the far end of Missington, emerging a few moments later tired and out of breath—but alive. Or, well, intact. Damien and Frank sat down while I rested my back against a rocky wall and allowed myself a moment to breathe and relax.

My body was still pulsing with power, racing with adrenaline, but I needed to come back down and think. Think, Amber. Come back.

“Is everyone alright?” Collette asked.

She got a round of nods.

Madame Aishe turned to Collette and said “You.”

“Yes,” Collette said.

“You are the one. The other half of the fractured soul. The Necromancer.”

“I am.”

“I have met others like you.”

“I am sure you have.”

“They all fall to the darkness they wield.”

I held my still unsteady breaths. Frank and Damien were watching the conversation, but they weren’t getting involved.

“We have to go,” I said, steadying myself against the rock wall. “Madame Aishe said that we have to cross the river and trek along the path presented to us if we want to find the shadow and end this; and we’re running out of time.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Frank said.

Damien nodded. “You used a lot of magick back there. If those things come back…”

He didn’t need to finish what he was going to say. I knew I would get tired as time went on, that the over use of magick would burn me out. I understood this now, or at least I thought I understood. One thing, however, was certain: I didn’t want to have to face those things again. We got lucky, that was all.

I also sensed that Collette agreed with what Damien had just said, even if she didn’t nod or say anything. Collette was, perhaps, the most experienced witch here next to Frank.

“Then we must go now,” Madame Aishe said, “The river is far from here, but we will get there.”

“Wait,” said Frank, “I need some water or something right now, or else I’m gonna pass out. I’m not used to running like that.”

Damien pulled the bag from off his back and unzipped it. He grabbed a bottle of water and passed it to Frank, then he passed one to me and to Collette. He was about to pass one to Madame Aishe, but then realized what he was doing and stopped. I didn’t blame him. She looked completely real to us.
Was
completely real to us. Standing side by side with Collette as she was, you wouldn’t be able to tell she was dead were it not for the pallor of her face and the blue of her lips.

“Amber,” Collette said. She had come up beside me. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“For doing zis. You… are saving my life. Zis journey has already been perilous and there iz more to come.”

“Now isn’t the time to be thanking me. You can thank me when you aren’t dying.”

Collette nodded. “I apologise if my thanks are premature, but after seeing what you can do, I have no doubt. You are ze red witch from my dreams, and our fates are entwined.”

“You never explained the how to me.”

“What if I told you zat I knew how to track down ze person responsible for everything zat has happened to you until now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ze deaths, ze cult, ze demon. Linezka.”

Hearing the name spoken out of the lips of a stranger left me stunned. I hadn’t told anyone but Frank and Damien, and I knew they sure as hell hadn’t told Collette. I stopped moving for a second, but then got going again. “How did you know that name?” I asked.

“Amber, you are more special than you realize. The rarest of breeds. Someone like you comes only one in one hundred million.”

“That’s a big statistic.”

“But it is true. You are a sorceress. Your power comes from within and transcends that of an ordinary witch in leaps and bounds. Zat is why you are able to use your magick in here so fully.”

“That’s what the Madame just said. Does that mean you’re a sorceress too? I saw you use your magick a moment ago.”

She shook her head. “Shadow magick. Ze magick of ze Underworld. I was fighting fire with fire.”

That explained why Damien and Frank were having trouble with their magick. It also explained what Madame Aishe had told me about a witch’s magick coming from without. Wiccans get their power from nature, from the watchtowers—from the planet’s collective energy. If even half of the Wiccan religion translated to the truth about True Witches, then it meant that Damien and Frank were cut off from the watchtowers, from the Guardians, and from their magick so long as they remained in the Underworld.

More and more I was starting to believe what I was hearing and a picture was starting to form inside my head. The Sheriff was killing all the witches in Raven’s Glen because he didn’t know which was the one he needed. The demon cult had targetted me because the Sheriff had identified me as the Sorceress. And the person who had started it all was a someone called Linezka. An ethereal figure, as unknown and unknowable to me as the cosmos themselves.

It all seemed too unreal. First, a madman kills a couple of witches only so that he can kill me and make it look like another suicide, or an accident. He fails, so then a cult—a fucking cult—moves into my town and sets up a ritual space designed specifically for me. To marry me to some filthy demon because I’m part of a prophecy they wanted to prevent… or was it fulfil?

The wolf, the witch and the demon.

If Aaron hadn’t turned into a werewolf, if he wasn’t in the picture at all, I would have believed they had the wrong girl. But Aaron was here, and he was the wolf in the story. I was the witch. And the demon—the creature which would ruin my life—had come and gone. Or, at least, that was my hope. And now that Madame Aishe had pulled the Ten of Swords and The Devil from out of the tarot deck in the same reading, I wondered if the thing was still with me like a parasite clinging to my soul.

I shuddered.

“But you must heed my words, Amber,” Collette said, “The rarest of diamonds are sought out by greedy people; and you are no exception.”

“Do you mean to say that I’m being hunted?”

“Oui. And without my help you will not survive, and ze entire world will plunge into darkness. Zis is why we need each other.”

I guess, now, I understood.

CHAPTER 18

We left the mine-shaft tunnels leading into and out of Missington behind as we made our way toward what the gypsy woman had called the Bleak Shore. That the underworld was a cavern wasn’t in question; that a shore, however, could exist within the cavern had me thinking. But I wasn’t quite as startled by this thought as the thought of a river of Bone.