Текст книги "The Vision"

Автор книги: Jessica Sorensen

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Chapter 30

I was falling through darkness lit up by shimmering stars, tumbling toward the unknown. It seemed like I fell forever, until finally my feet landed lightly on the ground, as if someone had caught me and slowed me down, which was a good thing since I probably would have broken a few bones, with how fast I was falling.

Although, I wasn’t sure, I was guessing this was it. This was the one; the memory that I needed.

I was standing with my back to Keeper’s grey stone castle, the lake stretched out before me. It looked like winter-time; the trees crisped with snow, the water was a sheet of sparkling pale blue ice, the sky nothing more than a cloud of grey. However, I wasn’t going to assume that it was winter. The snow and ice could be coming from a group of nearby Death Walkers. Or maybe this was the end-of-the-world vision my dad recreated. I suddenly realized I had no idea what was going on. What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to find out if this was the right memory?

Then, I saw him, my dad, walking down the ice-covered hill, heading for the lake. He was the younger version of my dad, like the one I saw in the other memories. But he wore the same silver robe I saw him wearing in the Room of Forbidden. His face was solemn, his violet eyes fixated on the lake. He did not see me as he walked by me, and I carefully followed after him.

“Where is it?” he muttered to himself as he came to a stop at the edge of the lake.

As if on cue, I saw them, creeping out from the tall icicled trees that encircled the lake. Death Walkers. Their black cloaks dragged across the snowy ground and the glow of their yellow eyes reflected across the icy lake.

I shivered as they marched toward us, hoping they couldn’t see me. The ground shook with the beat of their footsteps and I heard my dad’s breath catch as a man appeared at the edge of the trees, not too far off from where we stood.

Stephan.

He was wearing a black cloak with the hood pulled over his head, but the scar grazing his left cheek let me know it was him. His dark eyes seemed to darken everything around us, along with the pleased look on his face. He motioned for someone to follow him, and another man, much shorter than Stephan, wearing a long, black cloak, stepped out of the forest.

Demetrius.

“There it is,” my dad muttered from beside me, staring not at Demetrius and Stephan or at the murderous Death Walkers marching at us, but at something else; something at the shoreline of the frozen lake.

I squinted my eyes. What was he looking at? There was something there…a blur of colors and shapes. I focused harder and the colors and shapes started to shift and take the form of two figures hugging, clutching onto one another for dear life.

“Oh, my God.” My heart stopped.

Alex and I hugging by the lake.

I shook my head, my breath puffing out erratically. Was this what my father created or erased?

The Death Walkers, Stephan, and Demetrius headed for us, the ice rumbling and the snow falling from the trees as the world shook beneath the pounding of their footsteps. I watched as Alex brushed my hair from my face.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered softly.

“How do you know?” I whispered back, tears streaming from my eyes.

“Because I do,” he replied, brushing another strand of my hair back and tucking it behind my ear. Then, he kissed me with so much passion that, even from where I was standing, I could feel the air electrify. He kept kissing and kissing me as the electricity intensified, until finally he pulled me against him and I buried my head into his chest as I clutched onto him for dear life. A bright light orbed around us, suffocating the air as it burned brighter and brighter—as it burned everything.

I shielded my eyes, searching the light, trying to see what was happening. I had never gotten past this part in my dreams, but I think deep down I knew what the light meant. It was why I kept seeing nothing but light at the end of my dreams and my visions. It was the same reason why, when Alex had looked in the future mirror, he only saw light.

“So this is what happens right before the portal is about to open…they stop it from happening, by sacrificing their own lives?” my father whispered under his breath as the light dimmed away. He shook his head. “I’m so sorry.” I gasped at the sight of what remained. The sun shone brightly from the sky and the snow had melted. The lake was no longer blanketed by ice, and it no longer carried the march of hundreds and hundreds of Death Walkers—they had all vanished.

Stephan and Demetrius were nothing more than a pile of ash scattered across the grassy ground. Everything had been burned away with the light, including Alex and I. Our bodies were sprawled on the grass, our fingers intertwined as we lay side by side, our eyes sealed shut, no longer breathing.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as my father stepped toward Alex and me, and reached a hand out, preparing to erase us.

“This is what you erased,” I whispered through my tears.

This is what I had to put back. I had to let this happen. Let Alex and me die.

My heart raced in my chest, knowing what I had to do, knowing I had to erase my father before he created a different future; a future where Stephan would win and the world would die a horrible death. But how could I do it? It would basically be like I was killing Alex and myself. That beautiful little talk we had about our future…we didn’t even have a future. How could I place my hand on my father and erase him, when I would be erasing Alex and me right along with him.

I cried harder and harder. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.” But as my father’s hand hovered only an inch away from Alex and I, I knew. I had to.

Sobbing hysterically, I reached a trembling hand toward my father, wondering what he was about to create. Would Alex and I have lived?

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered and then I placed my hand on his shoulder. Just like on the beach, I watched my father vanish into nothing, flickering out like a bad TV reception.

Then, I sank to the ground and cried and cried until all the energy drained out of me and I blacked out.

Chapter 31

When I woke up, I was back out the house. But I didn’t open my eyes.

I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face him. I just couldn’t. So, I lay there on the sofa, with my eyes shut, pretending I was passed out, while Aislin, Laylen, and Alex sat around discussing what they should do about my unconscious state.

“She’s still breathing,” Laylen said, worry lacing his tone.

I hated to hear him worry. I knew I should open my eyes so they all knew I was okay, but with that would also come the explaining of what happened. I would have to tell Alex that he and I were going to die in the near future. That what I had changed back was us dying.

“Yeah, she’s breathing,” Alex said in a panicked tone.

“But what if she doesn’t wake up…she’s been like this for over an hour. And we don’t know anything about the mapping ball or how it works...I shouldn’t have let her do it.” An hour. Had I been lying here that long?

“I’m sure she’ll wake up,” Aislin said optimistically, but it was a fake optimism—she was worried along with everyone else.

“Are you?” Alex snapped. “Because the last time I checked, you weren’t a Foreseer and couldn’t see into the future.”

The Future. Don’t cry, Gemma. Don’t cry.

“Alex, calm down, okay,” Laylen said. “I’m sure she’ll be okay. This stuff happens a lot to her and she always ends up okay.”

A pause, and then I felt him beside me.

“Gemma.” Alex’s electric breath feathered against my ear. ”Wake up please.”

His voice ripped at my heart, and I couldn’t do it anymore. I opened my eyes and Alex leaned back as I sat up.

“Oh, thank God.” Aislin pressed her hand to her heart.

“You’re okay?”

I nodded, unable to look Alex in the eye.

“So, what happened?” Alex asked, watching me intensely with his bright green eyes. “Were you able to do it?”

I pressed my lips together and stared down at my shoes.

I really needed to get some new ones. These ones were starting to get worn out.

Alex placed his hand on my chin and turned my head toward him. “What’s wrong? Were you not able to do it?” I swallowed hard. “No, I did it. I changed the vision back to what it originally was.”

Excitement filled the air.

Alex smiled, his eyes lighting up more than I had ever seen them, and in a minute, when I told him what would happen, it was going to disappear again. “So everything’s good. The world’s not going to end.” He leaned in for a kiss because he thought he could.

I turned my head away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the pain would go away. “We still can’t be together.”

Silence choked the room.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

I took a deep breath and looked over at Aislin and Laylen. “Can you two give us a second. I need to talk to Alex alone.”

Aislin gave me a weird look. I had to look away at the hurt expression on Laylen’s face. I knew what he was thinking; he and I didn’t keep secrets from each other. I was planning on telling him, but I think I needed to tell Alex first.

I waited until they both left the room. I waited until the silence almost drove me mad. I waited for as long as I could.

“You and I can’t be together because...” My voice shook and I choked back the tears. “Because that’s how we save the world. We’re together, you and I kill the star…and we…

die along with it.”

The light slipped out of his bright green eyes, just like I thought it would. “That’s what is really supposed to happen?” His voice was flat and unemotional. “That was the original vision?”

I nodded, tears soaking my cheeks. “That’s what’s going to happen.”

Silence ticked by. With every tick of the clock, I felt myself closing in on my end, and I was dragging Alex along with me.

Suddenly, Alex jumped to his feet. “I can’t…” He stormed out of the room and a second later I heard the front door slam shut.

Aislin and Laylen appeared in the doorway.

“What happened?” Aislin asked, glancing at the front door.

I looked at both of them, standing there, worried without even knowing what was going on. So I took a deep breath and told them what happened—what would happen.

Right away, Aislin took off after Alex. Laylen stood frozen in the doorway, his arms folded, his bright blue eyes locked on me like he was afraid that if he looked away I might disappear.

“Are you okay?” I finally asked him.

His eyebrows furrowed down. “You’re asking me if I’m okay?”

I shrugged, sinking back into the couch. “I worry about you.”

He shook his head, astounded by the idea, and sat down on the couch beside me. “So that’s how it’s going to happen?”

I nodded, staring down at the floor. “That’s how it’s going to happen.”

A pause and then he slipped his arm around my shoulder. “Maybe we could fix it…I don’t know…do something .”

I shook my head. “No, there’s nothing we can do.

Everything is back to the way it was supposed to be.” Laylen pulled me against him, and I buried my head into his chest. He let my cry. He let my tears soak his black t-shirt. He stayed silent the whole time.

And that was what I needed for the moment.

After I bawled my eyes out, I asked Laylen to please forgive Aislin because he needed someone. He agreed and then I made a promise to myself that when Aislin returned I would make sure that she kept an eye on Laylen.

Even though they both would live, Laylen would still be a vampire, and I knew he would struggle with it. He needed someone to help him, and I could not bear to think that after I was gone, he would have no one.

He will have someone.

I will make sure of that.

It was still light outside, but I went upstairs to take a nap. I was exhausted, both emotionally and mentally. I also wanted to sleep, hoping that I could temporary leave some of the pain behind.

When I shut my bedroom door I heard my mom yell my name from the next room, but I didn’t want to talk to her yet. I would, though, once I pulled myself together.

I clicked on my computer and scanned through my songs, finally deciding on Blink 182’s “All of this.”

“Take me away,” I whispered to the lyrics.

And they did.

Light. Light everywhere.

Alex and I holding onto one another, the lake melting before us.

“Everything will be okay,” Alex whispered in my ear. “I promise it will.”

Light all around me and I could feel myself slipping away, fading away with the star; fading away with Alex.

Ashes covered the ground, the snow lifted away.

“It will be okay.”

I woke up, my eyes so swol en they would barely open.

So I just lied there on my bed, trying to figure out what time it was. But then I realized how electric my skin felt and my eyes shot open. I lurched back, nearly falling out of bed as a pair of bright green eyes stared at me.

Alex caught my arm and pulled me back on the bed.

“Sorry…I was just…”

“Watching me sleep,” I finished for him.

“It’s not as creepy as it sounds,” he said, still holding onto my arm

“No, it’s pretty creepy,” I tried to joke, but the tone of my voice cracked.

“You don’t have to do that.” He released my arm. “You don’t have to fake that everything’s alright.”

“Don’t I?” I questioned.

He shook his head. “You don’t. Not with me.” Music still flowed from the speakers. I had set it on repeat, so the same song still played softly in the background.

“So, how does it happen?” he asked rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.

I rolled onto my back as well and let out a loud breath.

“Do you really want to know?”

“I do.”

So I told him, making it sound as lovely and poetic as one can make a death sound.

“It doesn’t sound that bad,” he said, after I finished.

“I guess not.” And deep down, I knew it wasn’t. Being with Alex, while we died…it could have been a lot worse.

But it still doesn’t mean I have come to terms with it. I don’t want to die. I don’t want Alex to die. I want us to be together, for real, not just when we are reaching our end.

Alex turned his head toward me, this strange look on his face as he stared at me. “Will you come somewhere with me?”

“I don’t know…” I was hesitant, even though I wanted to.

Just because I knew when we would die, didn’t mean we could just run around together. We had to wait until all the Death Walkers gathered, until Demetrius and Stephan were there, until we could burn away the bad all in one shot, right as the portal was about to open.

“I promise things won’t get too heated,” he said as if he read my mind. “I’ll even promise to keep my hands to myself.”

I couldn’t help but give a soft laugh.

“And if the electricity starts to fade, we’ll leave, okay?” he promised.

I swallowed hard, thinking of the light that would fade everything away. “So you felt it to? Back when we were at your house?”

He nodded. “I did—I felt it.”

I took a deep breath, my heart aching inside my chest.

“Okay, where do you want to go?.”

He gave a small smile. “To our little hideout where we made the Blood Promise to be together forever.” I nodded. “Alright, I can take us there.” And I did, trying not to think about the fact that our forever wasn’t going to be for very long.

Chapter 32

I used my Foreseer power to takes us to the outskirts of the castle, right in the center of the forest, in front of the bush blooming with violet flowers that hid the entrance to our old childhood hideout.

I didn’t ask why Alex wanted to go, but I could feel that being here was important to him. So I followed him up the side of the hill, he helped me over the bush, and I climbed down the ladder, into the dark hideout.

Alex climbed down after me and I stood in the darkness until a candle was lit. The light radiated around the tiny room made of dirt, and we both sat down on the floor with our backs pressed up against the wall, side by side, letting the silence wrap around us. I thought maybe this was what he wanted, to remember the memories the place held, memories which I could still not remember, except for one.

A promise made, between Alex and me, a promise to be together forever.

Forum.

“You know, I never stopped thinking about you,” he said, looking ahead at the wall. “After you left.” I didn’t say anything. I wanted to. I wanted to tell him that I never stopped thinking about him either, but that wouldn’t be true. I hadn’t thought about him, because I couldn’t remember him—I couldn’t remember much of anything.

“And then when I first saw you again.” He met my eyes.

“That day at school…I had so much trouble shutting my emotions off that day.” This strange look passed over his face as if he were remembering that day. “All that time spent learning how to shut them off, and one look at these,” he brushed the tip of his finger at the corner of my eye, “and everything I learned was momentarily gone.” That I could remember; how the first day I saw him at school, I was magnetized toward him. I felt things that day I had never felt before, and I wondered if somehow, in the back of my mind, I knew who he was; I remembered the Blood Promise, I remembered he was my forever.

“I want to do something,” Alex said, turning to face me. “I want to make another Blood Promise.”

“A Blood Promise.” I raised my eyebrows curiously at him. “What kind of a Blood Promise.”

“One that will help us through this.” He took a deep breath and slipped a knife out of the pocket of his jeans. “One that will make the impossible possible.”

I didn’t understand, but he had this look on his face, begging me to promise, begging me to understand, begging me to trust him.

So I nodded. “Alight, let’s make a promise.” I held out my hand, the one marked with the scar of an older Blood Promise made a very long time ago.

He took a deep breath as he flipped the blade open.

Then he cut his hand, and holding my gaze, carefully cut mine.

He pushed our hands together. “EGO spondeo you'll exsisto totus vox,” The words poured out of him with a deeper meaning than I could grasp. His bright green eyes were on me, only me and nothing else. “EGO spondeo EGO mos reperio a via vobis futurus totus vox.” I waited for him to tell me what he needed me to say, but he dropped his hand and put his knife back into his pocket.

“That was a one-sided promise,” I said, clutching my hand shut to stop the bleeding.

“It was a one-sided promise that needed to be made.” He stood to his feet and helped me to mine.

“But that doesn’t seem fair,” I said with a frown. “I didn’t promise you anything back.”

“Trust me,” he said. “I got everything I needed.” I could see in his eyes that he did; that whatever he needed from that promise, he got. There seemed to be less heaviness in his eyes because of it.

“We should go back,” he said, still holding onto my hand.

“If we’re gone for too long, everyone will worry that we’re gone gone.”

“If that’s what you want.” I shut my eyes. “Then, let’s go back.”

Chapter 33

When we returned back to the house, I went up to talk to my mom, figuring it was time to explain to her what was going on. She was awake when I entered the room and she had this look on her face, like she knew I was about to tell her something terrible.

I sat down on the floor in front of her, my heart knocking in my chest as I stared at her for what probably felt like an eternity.

“I saw what happened,” I finally told her. “Dad didn’t want to be like Stephan. Stephan marked him with the Mark of Malefiscus.”

Her expression fell into horror. “W-what?”

“He’s not evil,” I said, hugging my knees against my chest. “He had to do it—he had to change the vision.” Her blue eyes were huge as she sat there, taking in what I said. “He didn’t want the mark?”

I shook my head. “No, he just wanted to be with you.” She swallowed hard and it looked like this invisible burden had been lifted from her shoulders, like she had been suffering in silence for years at the thought that my dad wanted to be evil.

“I changed it back,” I told her. “The vision he changed to end the world, I changed it back.”

She looked surprised and the chains jingled as she shifted her legs in front of her. “You fixed it.” I plucked at the loose strands of carpet. “I fixed it.”

“So, the world doesn’t end then?” she asked.

I nodded, not looking at her. “The world doesn’t end.” A pause.

“Gemma, what’s wrong? I can tell something’s bothering you.”

Suddenly, I lost it. I started bawling, hysterical sobs and I moved toward my mom and, ignoring the fact that she was chained to the wall because she was marked with the Mark of Malefiscus, I hugged her.

She put her hands around me and gave me what I needed. A loving mother.

And that’s how we stayed until the sun set behind the mountains, until the room grew so dark I had to pull away from her so I could get up and turn on the light and finally explain to her why I was crying.

“So that’s what he erased?” She struggled to keep control of her voice. “He erased your death.”

“And created the world’s death in its place,” I said, nodding. “I think, either way, I probably would have ended up dying, but this way it is just Alex and me that do. And we take Stephan and all the Death Walkers down with us.” I forced a smile. “Which is a good thing, right?” She gave me this look, this stern, ‘you-listen-here-missy’

kind of look. “You listen to me Gemma Lucas, you are not going to give up that easily.”

“I-I’m not giving up,” I stammered, thrown off by her words. “It’s what happens. I can’t do anything about it.” She shook her head. “There are always loopholes, Gemma.”

“You always say that,” I said, frustrated. “But I don’t know what it means? How are there loopholes? It was a vision—

the only loopholes are to do what dad did and try to change it to something else, and all that will get me is a one-way ticket to being trapped in my own mind forever.”

“There are always loopholes, Gemma,” she repeated, taking me by the shoulders and looking me straight in the eye. “Think about it. Your father took you into the Room of Forbidden, where no one’s supposed to enter. You got me out of The Underworld, which isn’t supposed to be possible. Your soul is reconnected, which was never supposed to happen. All those things were caused by loopholes.” She paused. “Just because you saw your death, doesn’t mean you have to die…I’m not saying that what you saw won’t happen, but that you need to find your loophole through your death…make it so you survive after the stars power fades away.”

I took in her words, unsure whether or not to believe them. Yes, all those things could be caused by loopholes, but a loophole in a vision was different. Visions were seeing things that were going to happen.

“I don’t know mom…” I gave her a doubtful look.

“Do not give up.” Her tone was firm—demanding. “I want you to go into your room and read through that Foreseer’s book—find your loophole. Promise me, Gemma. Promise me you won’t give up.”

“Okay, okay, I promise,” I said because I didn’t have another choice, not with the desperate look on her face; the look that I assume almost every mother would give to their daughter if they were put in our situation.

And so, like almost every daughter, I got to my feet, obeying my mother, to try to find my loophole.

Reading the Foreseer’s book was hurting my brain, and I was only about three quarters of the way through it.

Finally, I let out a sigh and set the book aside. I needed a quicker way to read through all this information and I found myself wondering if Aislin knew a spell that could give me a speed reading ability or something.

But then another idea occurred to me; an idea which I had to sit on for a while before I talked myself into doing it.

I needed a loophole.

I shut my eyes and let my brain focus on seeing a loophole. I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was right, but I had to try. I had to try and find a way for Alex and me to have our forever.

I just had to.

But as I tried to push my brain beyond the boundaries of seeing something that probably wasn’t supposed to be seen, I felt an explosion from inside my skull, like my brain had burst.

My eyes shot open.

I saw spots

Then I tumbled off the bed and blacked out.