Текст книги "The Vision"

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Chapter 20

Light. Light everywhere.

“It’ll be all right,” Alex whispered, bushing my hair out of my face. “I want to protect you forever.” The lake water crackled with ice, and death seized the air as the light blinded me.

“It’ll be alright,” Alex whispered again and I clutched onto him tightly as the light suffocated me.

Images of my surroundings flipped through my mind like a picture show: Death Walkers…Stephan….fire.

Then, nothing but Ash.

“Wake up,” someone mumbled. “Come on, open your eyes.” A hand touched my arm.

Someone was in my room.

My eyes shot open, and with one swift movement I shoved the person down and was on my feet, preparing to attack.

“Gemma,” Aislin hissed from the floor. “Calm down, it’s just me.”

I clicked the lamp on and I blinked down at her. “I’m so sorry.” I helped her to her feet.

“It’s okay.” She was wearing pajamas bottoms with little pink hearts on them and a pink hoodie. “Were you having a nightmare or something?”

“Or something,” I mumbled thinking of the light vision and how I couldn’t seem to get rid of it. And where had the fire and ash suddenly come from?

“Gemma….you know you can talk to me about stuff,” she said, smoothing out her hair. “I can be a really good listener if you’ll give me a chance.”

I thought of her room and wondered if we had more in common than I knew. “Okay, I might take you up on that.” I noticed she had her purse on. “Are you going somewhere?” She nodded, looking guilty. “And you are too….I mean, if you’ll help me that is?”

“Help you with what?” I asked with interest.

“A spell …”

“From the book you…borrowed.”

“Yeah, and I know Alex told me not to do any spells out of it, but I found one that might work.”

I took my hoodie off the back of the computer chair. “To remove the Mark of Malefiscus?”

“Yeah.” She took the book out of her purse and flipped it open. “The spell of Zaleena.”

I squinted down at the page and pulled a face. “It looks…

interesting.” On the page was a drawing of a woman, her head tilted back, her hands spread out to the side of her.

Normal, right? Except that her mouth was open and a spirit was rising out of it.

“So you think this spell ’s going to remove the Mark of Malefiscus?” I asked as she slid the book back into her purse.

“The spell ’s not exactly for removing a mark.” She zipped up her purse. “But it’s supposed to give the witch who performs the spell the gift of being able to separate and remove evil from those who are naturally good.” I put my hoodie on and zipped it up. “Yeah, I can see why you would think it might work, but….it’s not dangerous, right?”

“I don’t think so…” She seemed uncertain. “It shouldn’t be, but when it comes to magic, you never know.” A pause.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” she said. “I mean, I get it if you don’t, but I think your energy might come in real handy because it’s a really powerful spell …And I could use your company.”

“Alright, I’m in,” I said. “So, where are we going?” Nervousness rose on her face. “The cemetery.” Never in a million years would I have thought I would be wandering down the street, late at night, with a witch, heading to a cemetery. I felt like I had stepped into a ghost story or something.

The cemetery was located at the edge of the forest. The moon was a bright orb against the pitch black sky, clouds moving whimsically in front of it. The air was hauntingly silent and still, except for the crunching of gravel underneath our shoes.

“So…how intense is this spell going to be?” I asked trying to break the silence before it drove me insane.

“Honestly?” she asked and I nodded. “Probably pretty difficult.”

Silence filled the air between us again, and I fidgeted with the zipper of my hoodie as I searched for something else to say to her.

“Gemma,” she sputtered abruptly. “Do you like Laylen?”

“What? Like as I friends?” I asked, even though I was sure she didn’t mean it that way.

She shook her head, and the uneasiness could be seen in her expression even through the darkness. “I mean, like…more than as friends…like maybe the same way as you do with Alex.” She held her breath waiting for me to answer.

I felt extremely uncomfortable, in the vacant streets, covered by nighttime shadows. The prickle poked at the back of my neck, but I was unsure what emotion was trying to surface.

“Laylen and I are just friends,” I told her, but something felt wrong about the answer.

She sidestepped around a lamppost. “It’s just that sometimes you two seem….I don’t know. You just seem happier when you’re around each other.”

Were we? “Yeah, I guess…” It felt like I needed to say something here; something that would make her feel better.

“I think that’s just because we’re comfortable around each other. I mean, Laylen has always been honest with me, which makes things easier with him.”

She nodded, looking hurt and I wondered if I said the wrong thing. “Gemma, I’m sorry for lying to you…but I think if you’ll give me another chance, you and I could be really good friends.”

Friends. God the word was so foreign to me, but I didn’t want it to be anymore. “Yeah, I would like that.” She looked relieved. “Good, I’m glad.”

I wondered if she was referring to us being friends or to the fact that I said Laylen and I were just friends.

Suddenly, something stomped on the ground behind us and we both spun around, searching through the dark, but there was nothing there.

“Weird…” Aislin muttered as we turned back around.

“So, just how dangerous is this going to be?” I asked, changing the subject. “The spell, I mean.” She didn’t answer right away, pulling her jacket tighter.

“I’m not sure…”

I wrapped my arms around myself as I shivered. “But you don’t think it will be like zombies-will-raise-out-of-the-ground dangerous, do you?”

She gave me a tense smile. “I don’t think so.” The cemetery rose into view and goose bumps dotted my arms. It was a small cemetery, sealed up by an iron gate. A few trees trimmed around the edge and a gravel path ran up the center.

“I think—”

Another thump came up from behind us, this time much louder and closer. Aislin slipped a knife out of her purse and we both spun around again, preparing to kick whatever’s butt was behind us.

A girl stood there, dressed in a pink plaid pajama set, wide eyed and terrified.

Aleesa.

She let out a shriek that cut through the quiet air around us.

“Stop!’ Aislin covered Aleesa’s mouth. “Shhh…it’s okay.” Aislin and I exchanged a worried glance.

“What are you doing here?” Aislin asked, lowering her hand.

“I saw you leaving from out the window,” Aleesa said, her yellow eyes still bulging with fear. “And I followed you….I wanted to come with you.”

Aislin frowned unhappily. She grabbed my arm and turned us away from Aleesa.

“What should we do with her?” she whispered.

I glanced over my shoulder at Aleesa and shrugged.

“Take her with us, I guess.”

“I don’t know…” Aislin looked at Aleesa with uncertainty.

“What else are we going to do?” I asked. “Take her back

–the sun will be coming up in like an hour and I’m pretty sure we don’t want to be sitting out in the cemetery performing a witch spell when it does.”

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” She motioned at Aleesa.

“Come on, you can come with us.”

Aleesa actually looked a little happy for a second, her yellow eyes flickering like two fireflies as she skipped after us.

We made it the rest of the way to the cemetery without any more bumps-in-the-night. Aislin said we had to find a fresh grave, which totally freaked me out. But I still wandered through the dark, helping her look for one, with Aleesa trailing along quietly behind us. We finally found one at the back of the cemetery in the midst of the darkest shadows beneath a giant oak tree.

Aislin took some black and red candles out of her purse and placed them on the ground in a circle.

“Alright, now we just need to sit in a circle around the candles,” she said, the glow of the flames lighting up the serious expression on her face.

I sat down on the cold ground of the cemetery and so did Aislin and Aleesa. Aislin sprinkled a black powder over the candles, making the flames shift from a bright orange to a deep red. Then she took out the book.

“Okay,” she muttered, placing a red and green leaf in the center of the candles. “Are you guys ready for this?” Aleesa nodded eagerly, but she had no idea what was going on here. I nodded with less eagerness and Aislin took a deep breath.

“EGO dico ut maleena ut orior oriri ortus iterum,” Aislin chanted under her breath.

Aleesa watched her with big eyes as Aislin continued to chant this over and over again. I, however, was restless.

For some reason, I kept getting this feeling that someone was watching us. My eyes kept scanning the dark, and again I wished the night-vision thing had been permanent.

But each time I looked I couldn’t see anyone, yet I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling.

“EGO dico ut maleena ut orior oriri ortus iterum! ” Aislin screamed, bringing me back to what we were doing.

The candles’ flames had shifted to a yellow-black, casting an eerie glow across Aislin’s face, as if she were possessed. Then, suddenly the flames burst and began to entwine together, until they were one giant black flame.

My mouth dropped as the flame formed the shape of a woman, who rose above us and opened her hollow eyes.

““EGO dico ut maleena ut orior oriri ortus iterum! ” Aislin screamed again and I worried someone was going to hear us and call the cops.

And then, to add to the noise factor, flame woman decided to let out a deafening wail.

Aleesa screamed as she jumped to her feet, in a fearful panic. Aislin’s eyes and my eyes snapped wide as Aleesa took off running through the cemetery heading for the iron gate.

I glanced from the flaming woman to Aislin, hesitating, wondering if Aislin needed me or if I should go chase Aleesa down.

“Go get her!” Aislin cried, her hands out to the side of her, her eyes locked on the flame woman. “I’ll be fine.” I casted one last look at the flame woman and then I was on my feet, charging through the night, my DC’s hammering against the ground as I zigzagged around the headstones dotting the graveyard.

“Where did she go,” I muttered, searching the darkness as I ran. Then, I spotted her climbing over the fence, and I sped up, running faster than I ever thought was possible.

With one quick leap, I was up and over the fence.

For a split second, I stood there stunned, blinking back at the fence I had just jumped over. Did I seriously just do that?

I shook my head—that was beside the point—and scanned the road to my left, then right, but nothing. No Aleesa.

Crap. Okay, if I were Aleesa, where would I go? I had no idea how to answer my question, so I took off to my right, since it was the way to the house. As I barreled around the corner at full speed, I slammed into something that almost knocked me to the ground. I shook off my stumble, figuring it was Aleesa. But when a looked up, my heart stopped.

He was tall, with skin as pale as snow, his eyes as black as the night sky. He sized me up with his dark eyes and then smiled.

My heart stopped.

Sharp, shiny fangs.

A vampire.

Chapter 21

“Why, hello there?” The vampire purred, stepping toward me. He was dressed head-to-toe in black and his bleach blond hair was gelled back. The scent of rust and salt flowed off him. “I think I’ve ran into a bit of luck, haven’t I.”

Luck. Just what kind of luck was he talking about?

I started to back away. But the vampire followed my movement, taking a step toward me every time I inched back, as if we were dancing. He pushed up the sleeve of his long-sleeve black shirt preparing to do who knows what to me. My jaw dropped at the Mark of Malefiscus tracing up the back of his hand. Same mark, different spot, but I’m sure it meant the same thing.

First the witch, Medea, and now a vampire. The Mark of Malefiscus was showing up everywhere.

“Didn’t you know that wandering around at night is a dangerous thing?” He nodded at the cemetery gate.

“Especially at a place like this.” His fangs glinted in the moonlight and his eyes were as dark as death.

I needed to do something and quick to get myself out of this situation. I could Foresee my way back to the house, but what kind of person would I be to bail on Aislin like that.

I racked my brain, trying to remember how to kill a vampire.

Stake to the heart? Yeah, I didn’t have one of those. But I was a Keeper now, so there had to be a way, right? I found myself thinking: what would Alex do in this situation?

Before I could conjure up an answer, the vampire lunged for me, and with one swift movement I kicked him right between the legs. Okay, that probably wasn’t what Alex would have done, but it worked. The vampire collapsed to the ground, and taking advantage of his momentary weakness, I moved to jump back over the fence. But the vampire grabbed my ankle and dragged me back down. I tripped forward and smacked my head onto the iron fence.

I saw stars and not just in the sky. I blinked. Focus, Gemma. Foresee your way to Aislin.

I shut my eyes and focused on the graveyard, but then the vampire sank its teeth into my leg. Without even thinking, I grabbed a nearby stick off the ground, turned and stuck it in the vampires back. Blood. Ashes. More Stars. Alex. Then, blackness engulfed me.

I woke up with a killer headache and my leg burned so badly it felt like it was on fire. It was light outside, the sun sparkling warmly against my back. How long had I been out? I pushed myself up to my feet and immediately shut my eyes against the stingingly bright light.

“Do you see it?” A muffled voice asked.

I squinted behind me, looking for someone in the light.

“Look for it, Gemma” the voice urged. “Look past the light.”

“Dad?” I asked. “Is that you?”

Silence.

“hello,” I called out, taking a blind step forward.

“Gemma,” the voice appeared again. “Focus your mind…see past the light.”

This time I knew the voice was my dad’s. I focused my eyes, only to be blinded in return by the light.

“Open your mind,” he commanded. “Let it see what it needs to see...let it see past the obvious” It reminded me of a page in the Foreseers book, about the mind showing me what I needed to see in times of great need. I let my eyes relax, along with my body, and let my Foreseer power take over. The light shifted dark, and then flickered like a strobe light, before fading away completely.

I was standing in the center of main street in Afton. It was dark and shadowed with a heavy fog, and the buildings, which once had life, were dead and broken and burning with fire. The sky was black, the moon full. Painful cries filled the cold air and there was the smell of death nearby.

A vampire darted past me, fangs out, eyes black, the Mark of Malefiscus on his arm. He moved up to a figure that stepped out of the building’s shadows. The figure’s dark hair matched his dark eyes and the fire that blazed up and down the street lit up the scar on his left cheek.

Stephan.

“Good work,” Stephan said to the vampire, his eyes glowing like coals in the bright orange glow of the fires. “I see this is all working out.”

The vampire hissed through his fangs in delight. “Just as you wanted.”

Stephan glanced up and down the streets, smiling at the chaos. “Yes, exactly as I wanted.”

The picture slowly faded and I stood there waiting for my dad to speak again.

“Do you understand, Gemma?” His voice floated all around me. “Do you understand what this means?” I shook my head. “I thought the world ended in ice, not fire…Is this before the Death Walkers freeze everything over? Is this when the witches, vampires, and fey come out?”

“You have to understand,” he said. “You need to prepare yourself.”

Why did he always have to tiptoe around the details?

“Dad, I don’t get what you’re saying…I don’t get any of this.

Why did I see the world ending in fire…And how am I supposed to get into the mapping ball you gave me?” The light flickered and I drifted away.

“Dad,” I called out, willing my mind to stay longer. “Please tell me what to do…I need to know what to do.”

“You will know in time,” his voice echoed after me. “You have to figure it out on your own. Just remember to let your mind see what it needs to see….let it see passed what’s in front of you.”

Before I could say anything else, I was gone.

Chapter 22

When I opened my eyes again the sun was ascending over the mountains, and sparkling the vall ey with hues of pink and orange. I blinked against the morning sky as I pushed myself to my feet. There was no sign of the vampire anywhere, but a pile of black ash stained the gravel.

I stretched out my back and headed across the cemetery to look for Aislin, trying not to think about the disturbing image I had seen, or my father’s unsettling words.

Aislin ended up being exactly where I left her. She was gathering up her candles, looking rather pleased, which I took as a good sign that maybe the spell had worked.

But when she caught sight of me, her pleased looked slipped into a frown. “You didn’t find her.” I gave her a funny look. “Who…Oh! Aleesa.” I shook my head. “I completely forgot.” I turned around, preparing to leave to go search for Aleesa.

“Wait, Gemma,” Aislin called after me. “Why is your leg bleeding?”

I glanced at my leg, scarred with the bloody marks of vampire fangs. Then I let out a heavy sigh and told her what happened.

“So you saw the streets burning and my father was there?” Aislin asked as we walked the streets, looking for Aleesa.

I nodded. “I almost wondered if, you know, it was like the prequel to the ice vision I saw—the one in Vegas where the streets were empty and frozen over…I’m not sure though….especially since my dad said I needed to prepare myself.”

Aislin let out a shudder as we crossed the street. “God, what if that’s what it means—what if that’s what actually happens.

“I don’t know…But, if anything, seeing that makes me want to get into the mapping ball quicker.” We hopped over the curb and started across the park’s lawn, hoping to spot Aleesa.

“I don’t think she’s here.” Aislin sighed worriedly. “Where would she go?”

I shook my head, worried about Aleesa too. She was so new to everything and I feared something might happen to her. But I was also worried about what my father had said—

that I needed to prepare myself. I mean, was he doubting I could save the world? I let out a frustrated sigh. Why couldn’t he just give me a straight answer?

“Who is that?” Aislin asked.

I followed her gaze to a car pulling up in front of the park.

“Ah, crap.”

Aislin’s face dropped. “Wait, is that your car?” It was indeed a Mitsubishi Mirage. The door opened up and Alex stepped out, looking pissed. At first I thought it was because we had snuck out of the house, but then I saw a pair of bright yellow eyes peer at us from the passenger-side window.

“Did you two lose something?” he asked, his hands tucked in his pockets as he walked across the lawn toward us.

Aislin let out a guilty laugh. “Where did you find her?” Alex shook his head, annoyed. “She came running into the house, screaming at the top of her lungs.” He paused in front of us. “When I got her to calm down, she told me you two were at the cemetery and that there was a crying fire woman there.”

“Hmmm…that’s weird,” I said, trying to keep Aislin from getting a lecture. “Maybe she imagined it.”

“It’s okay, Gemma,” Aislin said, then fixed her eyes determinedly on Alex. “Yes, we were at the cemetery doing a spell which is going to hopefully remove the Mark of Malefiscus.”

“I told you not to use that book,” Alex said flatly.

“Well, you know what, I used it,” Aislin said with a fire in her voice. “And I’m glad I did because the spell just might have worked….I just need to try it out…” Aislin looked at me. “I would like to try it out on your mom, but I understand if you want me to find another person with the Mark of Malefiscus.”

“Yeah, because those are easy to come by,” Alex interrupted.

“Easier than you might think,” I said. When he gave me a confused look, I told him about the vampire as we headed for the car.

“So, you were bit by another vampire?” Alex asked, his eyes burning wildly with rage. “Gemma—”

I covered his mouth with my hand. “It’s okay, I killed it, everything’s good.” I lowered my hand, shivering from the sparks that flowed at my fingertips. “Besides, we have much bigger problems to deal with.”

By the time we made it home, a nervous tension was bearing down on us.

“So what do you think it means?” Alex asked. “That you’re not going to be able to save the world.” We were parked in the driveway. Aislin climbed out, eager to go and try her newfound power on my mom, and Aleesa followed in after her.

I gripped the door handle. “Oh, I’m going to save the world,” I assured him with an alarming amount of confidence. “I’m going to go up to my room and read that book from cover to cover until I find out how to get a hold of this Purple Flame.”

He gave me an intense look that made me squirm in my skin.

“What?” I asked, shaking my head at the breathlessness of my voice.

He shrugged. “It’s nothing, it’s just that you have this take charge attitude…and I kind of like it.”

I made no reaction as I opened my door. “Well, you need to stop looking at me like that.”

He kept looking at me the same way. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”

I tried not to smile, because I knew it was wrong, but as I turned my back to him to climb out of the car, I couldn’t do anything but smile.

I did exactly what I said and went up to my room to look through the Foreseer’s book. Aislin was in with my mother, who had more than willingly agreed to be Aislin’s test experiment. Aislin said it might take a while to get her new power to work correctly, but once she did she would let me know if it worked. All I could do was cross my fingers that it would, not only for my mom’s sake, but for the sake of others as well. I mean, who knew how many people Stephan had marked against their will.

But things weren’t going very well. Aislin tried all day to get the power to work, without getting any results. By the time day had crept into the late hours of the night, she was drained dry and decided to get some rest and try again tomorrow.

But even after the house had settled into its deep sleep, I was still awake, reading through the Foreseer’s book, which seemed to be going on and on. Finally I tossed the book on the floor in frustration.

“Why can’t I find what I need…” I trialed off as I stared at the Foreseer’s book opened up on the floor. The Power of a Foreseer’s Mind.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I shut my eyes and focused all my attention on seeing what I needed. But all I could see was light. See past the light, see what you need to see.

The Purple Flame…the Purple Flame…the…Purple…

I was energized, glowing. I could feel the energy in me, about to burst like an erupting volcano.

“Open your eyes, Gemma” a familiar voice whispered.

I obeyed and opened my eyelids. The massive crystal ball, in the center of the City of Crystal, burned in front of me, bright like the sun. People were strapped to it, tubes embedded in their skin, feeding energy to the massive ball.

“What you need is not in the book, Gemma,” the voice purred softly in my ear. “It’s in there. Touch it and you’ll see.” I glanced at the crystal ball nervously as I stepped slowly toward it. Taking a deep breath, I reached my trembling hand out to the glowing ball. It seemed to magnetize to me, or I to it, pulling and pulling and pulling me toward it, begging us to connect. And when I placed my palm on it, a fire lit up inside me. My pulse raced as energy whipped through my body. I was charged—powerful. I pulled back, breathing heavily at the sight of the Purple Flame burning in the palm of my hand.

The Purple Flame.

“One of these days, you’re going to have to figure things out without me,” The voice said and this time I recognized the voice completely.

I turned around. “Nicholas…”

But the only thing there was the lingering smell of flowers.

My eyes shot open and I bolted upright, lifting my hand in front of me. There was no fire burning in it. But I knew what the answer was. I knew what I had to do.

I put my shoes on and grabbed the Traveler’s ball that had been left on my bed, figuring it was probably best to enter the city the correct way. Then I shut my eyes, and a few seconds later, I was gone.