Текст книги "The Underworld"

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Chapter 40

“The star,” I repeated my mother’s words. “How does that connect us? I mean, it’s only in me so I…” I trialed off as a thought occurred to me. Electricity that flowed between two people—it was something that always seemed so impossible, yet every time I was around Alex, there it was. I could feel it buzzing right now, hot and shimmering. But, I only felt it with Alex and never anyone else, which meant what…oh. “Does Alex have a star’s power in him too?”

“Are you crazy?” Alex practically yelled at me. “Why would you even think that?”

I glared at him. “Why would someone ever think I was carrying around a star’s energy inside me? They wouldn’t. But yet I am.”

“I don’t know…” He had this look on his face like he was trying to cause trouble. “They might, considering how you are.”

“What unemotional,” I said furiously.

“Okay, you two,” my mother interrupted, which was a good thing because I could feel the electricity on the rise, so things were about to get really heated. “Alex, Gemma’s right. You do have a star’s energy in you.

Not a separate star, but the same one.” Alex was shaking his head. “No. There’s no way.

How could a star’s power accidently get transferred into Gemma and me?”

“Because it wasn’t an accident,” my mother said and motioned her hand around at all of us. “None of it was. All of this—all of you happened for a reason.

Gemma having the star in her—you having the star in you. Aislin being a witch, and Laylen being a vampire.

None of this was an accident.”

My heart was beating a million miles a minute, like an insane humming bird was in my chest. I glanced at Laylen, remembering how Nicholas said Stephan had created him, and how Laylen had told me he couldn’t recol ect how he had been changed. Memory loss, just like me.

“So what you’re saying,” Laylen said, speaking slowly as if he’d forgotten how to form words. “Is that I was bitten on purpose—that Stephan had a vampire bite me?”

My mother nodded and then looked at all of us gravely. “Stephan has been planning this out for years

–ever since he found out the portal could be opened.” She sighed, looking drowsy. “Stephan’s been looking for a way to free Malefiscus since the mark first appeared on his face. No one knew about his mark, though, because his parents cut it off and tried to keep it hidden. I didn’t even know he had it until it was too late.” She swallowed hard. “Stephan is a descendent of Malefiscus, but I’m not sure how. I don’t think either of his parents bore the mark.”

“I still don’t get it, though.” Alex said. “You say all of us play a part. But play a part in what?”

“Well, for starters, in freeing Malefiscus” my mom explained. “Stephan’s been trying to free him even before he was told he could by a Foreseer. It was through visions that he finally figured out the exact details of what he had to do to pull it off—a sort of step-by-step guide.”

“But I thought Malefiscus being immortal was just a myth?” Laylen asked, putting his feet up on the bottom railing.

My mother shook her head. “He could create marks, just like Stephan can. Although, I’m pretty sure Stephan himself hasn’t been able to create the Mark of Immortality…yet.”

“Yet?” I asked. “Does that mean he will?”

“It’s only a matter of time,” my mom said, nodding.

“He’ll find a way eventually.”

I thought about the Death Walkers and how difficult they were to kill and how the Sword of Immortality was one of the few things that could kill them. And how, in the end of the world vision I saw, Stephan had had the sword. As of now, we still had the sword, but did this mean we would end up losing it?

Aislin, who had been sitting silently in her chair, looking very much freaked out, suddenly sputtered out, “But why does he need a witch…and a vampire.

And why did he have to create them?”

My mother took a shaking breath, grasping her hands together. “Not a lot of people know this, but during Malefiscus’s reign of time, it wasn’t just the Death Walkers who were terrorizing people. There were some witches, vampires, fey, and even a couple of Foreseers who had joined him.” My mom took another sip of her water and when she placed it back on the railing it tipped over and tumbled off the side of the deck. She shook her head. “When Hektor finally captured Malefiscus, the Keepers had to come up with a way to make his foll owers surrender. So they put Malefiscus in a portal and sealed it with the blood of three individuals; a Keeper who also was a vampire, a Keeper who was also a witch, and a Keeper who was also a faerie. That way the fey, witches, and vampires who followed Malefiscus would be bound to the portal as well, without the Keepers having to track them all down. “

I glanced at Aislin, who was a witch and a Keeper, and Laylen who was a vampire and a Keeper. There was one piece missing here—a half-faerie, half-Keeper. So who was the missing link?

My mother stared out at the ocean. “The final step was to seal the portal with the energy of a fall en star.”

“So there was another fall en star once that two Keepers had to carry around in them?” I asked, glancing over at Alex. He met my eyes and the electricity ignited. “There were two people just like Alex and me?”

My mother tore her eyes off the ocean and shook her head. “No. The stars energy you and Alex carry is the same stars energy the Keepers used those hundreds of years ago. After they sealed the portal, they hid it away because no one knew how to destroy it. The star was also never put in any Keepers. That’s one of the things that I’ve never been able to figure out. I don’t understand why Stephan split the star and put it’s energy in you two.” She let out a heavy sigh.

“But I do know that in order for Stephan to be able to open the portal, he needs his vampire, his witch, and his faerie that also have Keeper’s blood in them, so he created them. Then, he got his hands on the star, and for some reason he put it in you and Alex.” I felt like I had been hit by a truck. “So if he opens the portal, then, what happens? Malefiscus is freed.” My mother nodded. “He’ll be able to enter our world again. Every Death Walker will come out of hiding and even more will come out of the portal. He controls them because of his mark and because of his blood, which is the same reason why Stephan has control over them.” She paused. “Anyone who has the Mark of Malefiscus can communicate with the Death Walkers.”

I thought of when Nicholas had been talking to them in the forest, and how it had sounded like a one-sided conversation. But it had been because he was talking to a Death Walker, and since Alex and I didn’t have the Mark of Malefiscus we couldn’t hear anything the Death Walker was saying.

“And along with the Death Walkers, every witch, faerie, and vampire who are the descendents of those who followed Malefiscus, during his first reign of terror, will be under his control if he gets out of the portal,” my mom added in a heavy tone. “So what you saw in the vision, Gemma, was probably the end of what’s going to happen to the world. What you saw is probably what came after the massacre.”

“Massacre,” I said aloud and then we all just sat there. This was so much worse than what we originally thought. Yes, the world would end in ice, but people would be slaughtered first, and by witches, vampires, and faeries.

“But I don’t get it?” I said loudly, startling everyone.

“How does Stephan know how to do all of this? And why on December 21, 2012?”

“Because that’s when he was told it would be possible to open the portal—a Foreseer told him. The same Foreseer who told him he needed to create all of you.”

“Is my father the Foreseer?” I asked, shocking both her and everyone else.

My mother jumped up from her chair. “No, it’s not your father!” she screamed and I hovered back in my chair.

She stood there for a moment, her bright blue eyes wild with rage. Then she composed herself and sunk back down in the chair. “I’m so sorry Gemma.”

“It—it’s okay.” I said, sucking back the tears threatening to leak out of my eyes.

She shook her head. “No it’s not.”

Aislin slowly stood up from her chair, her golden blonde hair blowing in the wind. “I think I need to go lie down. This is a lot to take in.”

My mother nodded, and Aislin scurried out. Laylen hopped off the railing and followed after her.

My mother glanced between Alex and I. “And you two. I have no idea why he needed to separate the star. Or why he detached Gemma’s soul and raised you to be emotionally shut off. It’s the one thing we really need to find out because I have a feeling it might be the key to stopping it all.”

“But why did he create Aislin and Laylen?” I asked.

“I mean, I understand why he needs them, but why did he create them? Why not just find a vampire and witch who are also Keepers?”

“Because their kind are not easy to find,” my mother answered. “And I think it was also so he could keep an eye on them and make sure everything turned out the way that he wanted.”

Suddenly, the electricity started to surge even more than it had, almost to the point that it was suffocating me.

“Alex, are you…okay?” I asked.

He looked at me; there was a fire in his bright green eyes. Then he stood to his feet, threw the chair over the deck, and stormed inside. I almost followed, but then thought better of it.

I turned my attention back to my mother. “So, that’s it, then? Stephan will open up the portal and the world will end, just like I saw it?”

My mom leaned toward me and placed her hand on top of mine. “There are always loopholes, Gemma.

You just have to find them.”

I took her words in. There were always loopholes; you just have to find them. But what if we couldn’t find them?

Then what?

Chapter 41

After my mom had dropped the bombshel on us, everyone scattered around the house. Aislin and Laylen were in their rooms and Alex had gone outside. My mom said she needed to lie down and rest—she was still recovering from being in The Underworld for so long—but had made a request first.

She asked me to go check on Alex.

Yeah, I’m not sure she understood how terrible of an idea that was, and I tried to explain to her that he and I tended to argue a lot and with as upset as he was, I would probably just make him mad. But my mom was very insistent that I do so.

So I did, but with zero confidence that I would be able to make him feel better.

I found Alex sitting out on the front steps, the sun shining down on his messy brown hair. He didn’t look up at me when I walked out, but I knew that he knew I was there, thanks to the electricity. The electric connection felt so different now that I knew why it was there. In fact, it was kind of like a painful reminder of what Stephan had done to us, and what he was planning to do to the world.

The salty air kissed my skin as I sat down on the cement steps beside Alex. I told myself that I could do this—I could make him feel a little better. I had done it for Laylen after all, when he bit the woman. But, with Alex, it was different.

“How are you?” I asked him, which seemed like a really stupid question once it left my mouth. How are you? I shook my head at myself.

Alex looked at me with the same look I would have given myself if that were possible.

I kicked a rock with my toes. “Sorry, dumb question.”

He took a few deep breathes and the expression on his face softened. “No, it’s not a dumb question…I just…I don’t know how I am.” He ran his fingers through his hair so hard he yanked at the roots. “I feel like I don’t know anything anymore. I mean, my whole life has been a lie.”

I nodded, understanding how he felt completely.

“Gemma,” his voice held such uncertainty. He watched me with his bright green eyes, which were filled with the same uncertainty his voice held. “I’m sorry…for everything.”

How was I supposed to respond to this because it no longer seemed like I should be putting the blame on Alex for what had happened to me?

“It’s okay,” I told him. “It’s really not your fault.”

“It is, though,” he said, his voice cracking a little. “I didn’t have to do what my father told me to do. I had a choice…unlike you.”

“It’s okay,” I told him again, leaning back on my hands. “But, can I ask you something?” He hesitated, before nodding.

“Why did you come to my house that day? The day my emotions were released? Was it because of the star? Or was it something else?”

He sat there for what seemed like an eternity, just looking at me, and I could almost see the internal struggle he was having with whether or not he should tell me the truth. I now knew that this was because he had been taught to be this way, and I figured it was going to be a hard habit for him to break. So he startled me when he reached behind me and took my hand in his.

“You remember how Nicholas told you about the Blood Promise the fey made to Malefiscus, right?” He asked, tracing his fingers across the top of my hand.

I tried not to shiver. “Yeah…I remember.” He turned my hand over, and moved his finger across the tiny scar on the palm of my hand. And, as crazy as this is going to sound, I swear the faint scar was becoming more noticeable as he touched it.

“And you remember the vision you saw when you and me were kids, and I cut both of our hands.” Forem. “Yeah…but what does that have to do...” It clicked. “Did we make a Blood Promise?” He nodded. “We did.”

Forem. “What kind of promise?”

“The forever kind.”

“The forever kind?” I asked. “What does that mean?”

He cocked and eyebrow at me. “You remember the word we said when we pressed our hands together, right?”

I nodded. “Forem. But what does it mean?” Forever,” he said, his breath shaky. “It means we’re bonded together forever.”

Chapter 42

I wasn’t sure what to say. I felt strange and slightly lightheaded and a little bit breathless. I mean, he just told me that when we were little, we made an unbreakable promise to be together.

Forever.

It took a minute, but I finally found my voice again. “It seems like a really weird promise for two kids to make,” I told him, lightly tracing my finger across the scar on the palm of my hand.

He pressed his lips together, holding back a smile.

“That’s all you have to say after I just told you that we made an unbreakable promise to be together forever.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know…It just seems really strange to me.”

He closed his hand and then stretched it open again. “Well, we were strange kids.” He paused, a small amount of bitterness creeping into his expression. “And now I know why.”

I chewed on my bottom lip thinking about my childhood, and how, thanks to Stephan and Sophia’s lovely gift of being able to detach souls from their emotions, I could barely remember anything about it.

“Did we ever feel it?” I asked.

He gave me a funny look. “Did we ever feel what?”

“The electricity—when we were little did we ever feel it?”

“I’m not sure…” He stared off at the quiet street in front of us, the sun shining brightly in his eyes. “I don’t really think that we felt what we do now, but there was always a connection there.”

I remembered the first time I ever laid eyes on him, and how my gaze had found him all on its own. There was definitely a connection—one deeper than even the electricity went.

Alex looked at me and he had such intensity in his bright green eyes that it made me squirm around uncomfortably. A strange feeling passed through me then, and I waited for the prickle to show up and tell me what I was feeling, because whatever was going on right now had to be something new. But the prickle never came and as I continued to grow more uncomfortable, I changed the subject.

“So, do you think we’ll be able to fix everything?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice even. “Do you think we’ll be able to stop the world from ending—

stop what I saw in my vision from actually happening?

My mom said there are always loop holes? But what loop holes would there be? I mean it doesn’t make any… ” I trailed off because of the astonished look Alex was giving me.

“I think you might want to at least take a breath between your questions,” he said.

I gave him an oh-shut-up look. “But there are too many unanswered ones. I mean, how can you be so…

calm about everything you just heard?” He shook his head. “I’m not calm.” He looked at me and I could see it in his eyes—the sadness, the pain, the hurt of being betrayed and lied to. I knew how it felt, but it was strange to see it in Alex’s eyes because he rarely showed much of anything, which now I knew why.

“Are you sure you’re going to be o—” I started to say, but I was stopped by a set of lips pressing against mine. A set of warm and sparkling lips.

Way, way in the back of my mind, right where the rational side of my brain was I had a thought that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for the two of us to be kissing. It had never been made one hundred percent clear if it was a good thing or a bad thing for Alex and me to be this close to one another.

But the irrational and emotional side of my brain took over, and I kissed him back, feeling effervescent and sparkly. The kiss was so much different from the other kisses we shared. There was so much more trust and foreverness to it. And as his hands wrapped around my back and pulled me closer to him, I temporarily forgot about all the problems we had and would be facing very soon. The key word here is temporarily. Because moments after the kiss began it was over as Aislin came running out the front door, the screen banging closed behind her.

I quickly pulled away from Alex, but he didn’t seem to care as much as I did that we had been caught making out on the front porch. In fact, one of his hands was still residing on the base of my back. And I think Alex was planning on chewing Aislin out for interrupting us. I could see the annoyance in his expression. But then Aislin spoke, and all irritation disappeared from the both of us.

“Laylen’s gone,” she said, her words rushed, her eyes wide.

“Gone?” Alex’s hand fell from my back.

“What do you mean gone?” I asked, jumping to my feet. “I thought he was in his room?”

She shook her head. “No, he’s not. And I searched the house, and I can’t find him anywhere.” This was bad. Very, very bad. Laylen had been in such a fragile state already, with the whole first-time biting thing, and now he has just found out that he was created on purpose, to help end the world.

“What do we do?” Aislin cried to Alex.

Alex ran his fingers through his hair, thinking. “No one saw where he went?” he asked, looking at Aislin and then me.

I shook my head. “Like I said, I thought he was in his room.”

“And I haven’t seen him since we were on the deck.” Aislin’s voice trembled. “And Jocelyn said she hasn’t seen him anywhere, but she’s out back checking if he’s out there.” Right as she said it, the screen door swung open, and my mom stepped out, looking worried and worn out.

“He wasn’t out back,” she said, heading down the stairs toward us.

“Well, we have to find him.” I was trying not to panic, but finding it very difficult. “He—he was already upset before he found out everything, and now…” What the hell was this? This massive…hole in my chest. And the hole seemed to be sucking all the air right out from me.

“Gemma, calm down,” Alex said, and I realized I was breathing rather loudly. “We’ll find him, but you need to quit freaking out.”

“Sorry.” I took a deep breath. “So what are we going to do?”

Alex gave me the strangest look as if something horrible had just occurred to him, but it vanished from his face before I got the chance to ask him what it meant.

“Okay, we need to split up,” Alex said, switching into I’m In Charge mode. “Aislin, you go check that way,” he pointed to the left of the main road in front of us, “and I’ll go up the right side, towards where you and I found him the other night,” I nodded, and he told my mom, “You go check out to the right side of the beach and Gemma check the left.”

We all nodded, and headed off to our designated areas. Before I’d even been able to take two steps, though, Alex pulled me back.

“Don’t go too far,” he told me. “After what we were just told—you need to be extremely careful.” I nodded. “And so do you.”

He nodded too, gave me this weird look, and headed off down the sidewalk. I spun around, and ran up the stairs, feeling the same way I’d felt when I’d been at the top of the roll ercoaster tracks waiting for it to fall. But I wasn’t sure if what would be awaiting me at the bottom was happiness.

The beach was packed with a mob of people, but I figured that even with the abundance of bodies roaming around, the odds seemed fairly favorable in spotting a six-foot-four, blonde hair, blue-tipped bang, vampire wandering around. But what if he wasn’t just wandering around? What if he was doing something he would regret? What if he was drinking blood again?

I started to walk faster, the sand making my footsteps heavy as I barreled across the shoreline.

Every once in awhile the cold ocean would roll up and hit my ankles. I was trying to keep it together, but the further I went down the sandy beach, the more concerned I became that I wasn’t going to find him.

I decided that it might be a good idea to ask someone if they had seen him. So, as a girl around my age with auburn hair and hazel eyes walked by me, I stopped her.

“Have you seen a guy that’s about six foot four, with blond and blue hair and has a lip ring?” I asked her.

She thought about this and then her expression lit up. “Is he like really good-looking with bright blue eyes, and has these symbols tattooed on his arms?” I nodded. “Do you know where he is?”

She pointed up the beach, towards a group of rocks that framed the lip of the shore. “Yeah, he went that way.”

“Thanks,” I said, and I took off, sprinting like a mad man for the rocks.

By the time I reached the rocks, I was panting for air. The mobs of people were so far away now that they looked like dots. There was a small narrow path that went between the rocks, and I stepped down it and the beach disappeared out of sight. I gradually made my way down the path, stepping over the sharp rocks as I braced my hand on the cliff’s wall. A few times I lost my balance and slipped, and by the time I made it to the end of the path, the palms of my hands were covered in cuts.

But the cuts were the least of my problems because there was no one at the end of the path, and nowhere else I could go. I tried to listen for voices, but the sound of the ocean was too loud. Shaking my head, I started to turn around, wondering why the girl had told me Laylen had come back here.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

His voice sent me scurrying backwards, and I scraped my back on one of the rock’s jagged edges.

“Easy, Gemma,” Nicholas said, his hands in the pockets of his tan cargo shorts. “Why so jumpy?” I didn’t answer him, my gaze searching desperately for an alternative way out. But after a few seconds, I realized I was trapped.

“Where’s Laylen?” I asked him, keeping my back pressed into the rocks, even though it hurt.

He tapped his finger on his lips, his golden eyes watching me like a cat watched a mouse. “Haven’t seen him.”

I opened my mouth about to tell him that I knew Laylen had come back here—that an auburn-haired girl back on the beach had told me he had, but the wicked smile on Nicholas’s face stopped the words from leaving my mouth.

“It’s amazing what a little faerie charm can get people to say,” he said, casting a glance back in the direction of the beach. “Well, except on you. My charm never seems to have any effect over you.”

“Charm?” I said snidely. “Is that what you call it?” Nicholas pressed his hand to his heart dramatically.

“Oh Gemma, how your words hurt me.”

I glared at him, and he grinned.

“Well,” he said. “As much as I would love to hide out here with you all day—I mean, think of the endless possibilities of the things we could do back here, way out of sight of everyone. But I’m afraid I have a promise to finish.” He reached for me, and I jumped back, bumping my head on the serrated wall of the rocky cliff.

“Careful there.” Then, the next thing I knew, Nicholas was in front of me, so close I could smell his flowery scent overlapping the scent of the salty ocean air.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” he whispered, sliding a finger down my cheek.

I kneed him in the stomach, and he buckled forward. I seized the opportunity to dodge around him, but I didn’t make it very far, before Nicholas grabbed me by the shoulder and threw me to the ground. My head smacked against a rock, and the world started to spin like a merry-go-round.

He stood above me, looking relieved, as if a huge burden was about to be lifted from his shoulders. “It’s time to go,” he said.

I think my head had started to bleed. Either that or I was lying in some other kind of warm, sticky liquid. I still tried to get up, but my legs weren’t having any part of it. I tried to use my Foreseer power to take me away, but all I got in return was a headache.

Nicholas knelt down beside me and placed his hand on my arm, and there was nothing I could do but lie there as he retrieved the miniature, ruby-filled Foreseer ball out of his pocket. He held it close to my face as if to taunt me, and closed his eyes.

Then we were gone.