Текст книги "Broken Visions"
Автор книги: Jessica Sorensen
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Chapter 16
Alex and Aislin are drinking coffee and having a heated conversation about something when the four of us fall into the living room, a pile of tangled bodies. We end up taking out the coffee table, breaking two of the legs off and cracking the top in half. Coffee spills all over the floor and Aislin gasp in alarm.
I immediately unwind my legs and arms from Laylen and Aleesa and scramble to my feet. “We have to leave,” I say. “Now.” I bend down to eye level with my mom who is disoriented. “Did you tell him where we were hiding?”
She trembles, pulling her knees against her chest. “I’m so sorry, Gemma. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t.”
I didn’t want apologies right now. I need to know we are safe. “I need to know if you told Stephan where we were hiding.”
She didn’t answer, because she couldn’t.
“Shit.” I start to turn to Alex for help but feel an unfamiliar sense of leadership taking control of me, coiling through my veins and colliding into my heart, thrusting a surge of energy potently through my body. “We need to leave now.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Alex rounds the broken table toward me and looks at Aleesa, cowering near the end table with her arms cradled around her head. “And who the hell is she?”
“She’s just someone we found in the basement.” I know that once I say who she is, it’s going to be a huge distraction. And we need to focus on getting somewhere safe first. “It’s not important right now.”
He questions me with a crook of his brow. “Okay, well then explain why we need to leave in such a rush?”
I snatch hold my mom’s arm, roll her sleeve back, and give an exaggerated gesture at the mark on her wrist. “Because of that.”
His jaw nearly hits the floor. “What the… did he just do that to her?”
I shake my head, letting go of her arm and my mom hangs her head in shame. “But I’ll explain everything later, okay? I think she told him where we were hiding so we need to move before he shows up here... well, when he can. I’m not sure how long he still has to stay away from us for, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
He starts ripping the place apart, pulling out weapons he hid all over the house. “Alright, everyone, we’re going. Aislin, grab whatever you need to, but no clothes or stupid shit like that.”
“Any suggestions on where we should go?” I collect the mapping ball from the coffee table.
“I’m running out of ideas,” Alex replies, tucking a dagger into a sheath on his ankle. “With all the moving around we’ve been doing, the list of safe places is dwindling.”
I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “What if we went back to Wyoming?” I ask. “Back to Marco and Sophia’s home, because I’m guessing my landlord has evicted me by now from my apartment.”
“Gemma, Stephan knows where that is,” Aislin tells me, like I was an idiot as she tosses herbs and candles into a large duffel bag.
“Yeah, which means he’s less likely to look for us there.” I pace back and forth. “He would never think we’d go to a place he knew about, right? And I’m familiar with it and the town. There are hardly any people around so it makes the worry of someone seeing us low.”
“And what if Marco and Sophia are there?” Aislin asks, zipping up the bag. “Then what.”
“Then we take them out.” Alex draws a medium size knife out from the sofa cushion and touches the tip of it with his finger. “We lock them up and see if we can get some answers from them. We should have done that a long time ago anyway.”
Aislin sighs, but doesn’t protest. Laylen comes hurrying out from the bedroom with a bag on his back. “So what’s the plan?” He directs the question to me.
“Afton,” I reply with confidence.
“Look at you,” Laylen jokes as he adjusts the handle of the bag on his shoulder. “First the ninja moves and now the awesome leadership skills. You’re turning into a regular badass.”
Alex elevates his eyebrows inquisitively. “Ninja moves?”
“I’ll explain later,” I say dismissively. “Now what’s the best way to get there? Transport or should I use my power?”
“Either.” Alex goes over to the window and peers out of the blinds. “Driving isn’t an option since the car was totaled in the accident.”
“That’s too many for me to transport all at once.” Aislin hitches the bag over her shoulder. “But I can make two trips.”
“No!” Alex and I shout at the same time and Aislin flinches.
“Sorry,” Alex says with limited sincerity in his tone. “But remember what happened the last time we did that? You and Laylen never made it there.”
“Yeah, I remember.” Aislin shudders.
“It’s okay…I can do it.” I hope the extra adrenaline pumping through my veins will give me the boost I need to do this right.
“Are you sure?” Alex asks restlessly as he makes his way back over to me. “I don’t want you over exerting yourself. You’ve already been passing out a lot.”
“I’ll be okay.” And for once, it actually feels like the truth. This unknown power pumping inside me makes me feel almost invincible.
We all gather in the corner, in a tight huddle and then I close my eyes, picturing the high ridged mountains enclosing the town I grew up in, the red brick house, the rooms inside. When I open my eyes, I cringe. All six of us are huddled together in the center of my old living room. There are pictures on the walls that don’t include me and sad memories are floating everywhere like ghosts. I stand up straight, a mixture of feelings drowning me. Everything... It’s too much. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I buckle to the floor.
Chapter 17
When I wake up in my old bed, I flip out. For the briefest, most fearful moment I think that maybe I’ve dreamt the last year and have woken up to my lonely high school life, friendless, unfeeling and empty once again.
Everything looks exactly the same as the last time I was here, back a couple of months ago. The walls are bright red and there’s a single shelf in the corner that use to hold my limited collection of books and CDs but Sophia made me come get them because she didn’t want my “junk” taking up her space anymore. The only thing that is different is the six-foot-four vampire snoring away in my computer chair, his black boots kicked up on the computer desk, his head tipped back in an awkward position.
I find myself smiling as I get out of bed and pad over to him. I don’t try to wake him right away, taking in his pale skin, the silver lip ring ornamenting his bottom lip¸ and the mark of immortality on his arm. God, he is beautiful. He really is and honestly, I don’t think he sees the beauty in himself, inside and out, which is sad.
I lightly tap him on the shoulder, figuring I’ll wake him up and see what’s going on. He jumps, startled, and lets out a loud snort, his fangs descending from his mouth as if he’s about to bite.
“Sorry.” I cover my mouth to stifle a laugh. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
His bright blue eyes are huge as he presses his hand to his heart. “You scared the shit out of me. Jesus, Gemma.” He allows his fangs to retract as he lowers his feet to the floor.
“Sorry.” I lower my hand from my mouth. “But why are you sleeping at my computer desk?”
“I’m on Gemma duty.”
“Gemma duty?”
“Yeah, Gemma duty.” Laylen fiddles with his lip ring, sucking it between his teeth. “You’ve been out for almost three days and we were getting worried about you…that maybe the rush was too much for you. You’re heart’s been racing way too fast so they put me in here to try to calm you.”
“With your gift?” I ask and he nods and it makes my stomach flutter just a bit. “Wait. What’s a rush?”
Laylen swivels in the chair. “It’s the rush of adrenaline you get when your Keeper’s mark first appears.”
My arms go limp at my side. “My Keeper’s mark?”
He offers me a smile but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah it’s on your shoulder blade.”
I dash over to the mirror and yank down the upper part of my t-shirt, turning around. Circling the center of my shoulder blade is a ring of fiery-gold flames, centered by a circle. “Wait.” I give him a suspicious glance. “How did you guys find the mark on me?”
He gave me a devious smile, waggling his eyebrows. “How do you think?”
I pick up a pillow off my bed and throw it at him, even though I wouldn’t really mind if he had looked. I trust him enough.
He catches the pillow effortlessly. “I’m joking. We just checked the obvious places—the arms, the ankles, your shoulders. If we wouldn’t have been able to find it, we would have waited for you to wake up and let you check the rest of your body.”
I touch the mark on my shoulder. “God, I can’t believe I’m a Keeper… I didn’t even think it could happen to me.”
“You didn’t think those awesome fighting moves came from nowhere, did you?” Laylen says, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“So, you knew what was going on back at the castle?”
“I assumed as much.”
“You seem in a good mood,” I say, picking up a CD from the desk and absentmindedly turning it around in my hand, something Sophia forgot to pack up.
He shrugs. “It’s weird, but as soon as you got your mark, your blood stopped being like a drug to me.”
“So you don’t crave blood anymore?” I wonder. “All because I got the mark.”
“Well I still crave blood,” he says, standing up. “And yours still smells extra mouthwatering, but it’s not as mind consuming as it was.”
“Is it normal for you not to crave a Keepers blood as much?”
He nods. “Yeah, it’s one of their many defense mechanisms.”
I set the CD case down. “So you’re happy I’m one then?”
His happiness diminishes. “I never said that.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Honestly, I was kind of hoping it’d skip over you. But not because I don’t like you now… I just really liked you before and sometimes getting the mark changes people.”
“I still feel like the same person,” I tell him. “Just stronger.”
He smiles again, nudging my foot with his. “I’m sure you’ll stay the clumsy, emotional, caring Gemma I first met.”
“I hope so.” And I really do, but I can’t help but think of Stephan and wonder what he was like before he got his Keeper mark. Perhaps he was once good, too. “So what’s been going on for the last few days while I was out?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Not much.” He tucks his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he sits down on the edge of my bed. “In fact, it’s been pretty quiet.”
“What about my mom?” I ask, taking a seat beside him. “How’s she doing?”
He hesitates, plucking a loose string on one of the throw pillows. “Everyone thought it would be best, including her, if we locked her up until we can figure out what to do with her. We don’t want her sneaking off and doing something like what she just did.”
“It wasn’t her fault. It’s the mark’s fault. She can’t help what she does. Trust me, I know what it feels like.” I touch the spot on my arm where the mark once was. “Even though I erased the vision, I can still feel what I felt like while I was possessed.”
Laylen sets the pillow aside. “I know it’s not her fault, but we have to be careful. And Aislin’s trying to figure out a spell to remove the mark,” he says. “She’s been searching the internet like crazy for the last few days, but no luck yet. The problem is we don’t know who to trust to go to for information. She can’t just go walking into a witch store and ask how to remove the Mark of Malefiscus. Aislin also went pretty spell crazy; she put like a ton of spells all over the house, trying to keep us protected from unannounced visitors. And thankfully there are no signs that Marco and Sophia have been here in a while. The mail and newspapers are piling up. Aislin tried to do a Tracker Spell and either they have a protection charm on them or… or they’ve died because they’re not showing up anywhere.”
“Died?” I’m not sure how I feel about that.
He sighs and comes over to me. “Are you going to be okay?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure, I think so, but…” The prickle is erratic on the back of my neck, but I don’t know what it’s telling me. To be sad? If it’s that, it’s not working because I just feel numb. All those years of living with them, but practically invisible. The emotional bond never formed and now I can barely remember them at all.
“What’s wrong?” He puts a finger under my chin and angles my head up so I’m looking at him.
“It’s just that it’s so weird to be in here again,” I say, glancing around the bare room. “Nothing about this room feels like me, yet it’s the room I grew up in.”
He takes in the bareness of my room. “Maybe that’s because this room isn’t you. I mean, all those years you spent living here you weren’t really you.” He gives me a hug and then we leave the room and go downstairs. On our way down, he tells me how Aleesa is recovering and that Alex and Aislin seem to be reacting to her okay.
“What about marks?” I ask. “Does she have any on her?”
“You mean, the Mark of Malefiscus?” he checks.
I nod. “Stephan said he’d been putting it on everyone who didn’t have pure blood.” I bite my lip, hating myself for wondering if Aislin, Alex, and even Laylen have one.
“Aislin came up with a spell for that too.” He takes my hand in his. “Come on and I’ll have her show you.”
In the living room, Aislin is sitting cross-legged on the floor squinting at a computer screen that’s on the coffee table in front of her. Alex is on the sofa, watching TV with his feet kicked up and a glass in his hand that’s filled with a golden liquid, probably tequila or something similar. It’s weird to see because… well, because everything appears so ordinary and it feels so unnatural.
But then I notice Aislin is searching the web for mark removal spells, and Alex is also sharpening a sword and everything feels right in the world again.
“Oh, thank God,” Aislin says, relaxing when she sees me. “I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”
“You guys always think that,” I say, letting go of Laylen’s hand when I notice her gaze drifting to it. “Yet I always do.” There’s a lightness in my tone, one I’ve never heard before.
Aislin clicks the computer mouse. “You seem in a good mood.” There’s speculation in her voice as if she’s wondering what Laylen and I were up to before we came down here.
“It’s because of the lingering adrenaline from the rush.” Alex eyes leisurely travel up my legs, across my midsection and chest, and ultimately land on my eyes.
God, he’s so intense that I want to lean down, run my hands through his messy hair while I feel the softness of his lips against mine. I’m not sure how long we stare at each other like that, but eventually Laylen clears his throat, something I’m realizing he has to do a lot when Alex and I are near each other.
“What’s our next move?” Laylen sits down and I follow, tucking my legs under my ass. Alex remains staring at me with way too much heat in his eyes. If he keeps it up, I’m going to drop dead right here on the sofa in front of everyone.
“Has anyone talked to my mother yet?” I ask. “Or is it pointless because of the mark?”
“After we made the same Blood Promise with her as we did with Nicholas, then we got some information out of her.” Alex lifts his hand, showing me a healing cut on his palm.
“What did she tell you?” I ask. “Did she say how she ended up at the Keeper’s Castle?”
Alex grows grave. “He called her,” he says tightly. “As in he summoned her there by the mark. Apparently, Stephan can summon people with the Mark of Malefiscus.”
I can’t help but think of the mark again, hidden on her flesh out of sight. “How do we know he’s not going to summon her right now?”
“We don’t,” Alex says straightforwardly, putting the sword he was sharpening down on the coffee table. “But we’ve got her locked up and we took away her Key of Malefiscus so that might help.”
My mouth curves downward into a frown. “Great. He has his own key now.”
“He’s had one all along apparently,” Alex explains bitterly. “I guess as he marked each one of the Keepers with the Mark of Malefiscus, he also gave them a key, so when he touches his mark, they can take the key, trace a door wherever they are and it takes them straight to the castle.”
“So Nicholas had one of these too, I’m guessing. And Marco and Sophia?” I say in astonishment.
“Nicholas didn’t have one, I don’t think,” Alex says. “Jocelyn said that Stephan gave them only to the Keepers he marked.”
“Do any of you have one?” I don’t want to say it but I need to know.
“Oh yeah,” Laylen says, shifting his legs out in front of them to stretch. “Aislin, show Gemma the spell you came up with to know when people nearby have the mark.”
Aislin’s eyes light up as she pops her knuckles. “All right, Gemma, here goes nothing.”
* * *
About a half of an hour later, I’m convinced none of them have marks. Aislin does a spell that shows my mother’s mark and lights it up, then does it on the rest of them including Aleesa, and it shows all three of them are mark free. She also does it on me, so they’ll know that I’m free of evil at the moment. Then I go upstairs to talk with my mom in private because it seems like we have a lot to talk about.
Sophia’s room is the same, white linens, walls, and curtains. Everything is clean and tidy, the bed made, clothes tucked away.
My mom looks miserable lying on the floor, bound to the wall by chains fastened to her wrists. Her head is resting on a pillow, her brown hair a halo around her head, and her eyes are shut as if she’s sleeping.
I close the door behind me and her eyes open as she sits up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I say, lingering near the doorway. Finally I dare to sit in front of her, leaving just enough room so that she can’t reach me with the chains, just in case. “I don’t know what to say,” I tell her honestly, fidgeting with the leather band on my wrist.
“I’m sorry, Gemma,” she says, although there’s emptiness in her eyes, reminding me that deep down this isn’t my mother.
“It’s okay. I get that you couldn’t say anything about the mark.” I pause. “But there’s one thing I don’t understand…. How is it that you’re marked and yet you could tell us all those things that day—about the ending of the world? And Stephen’s plan?”
“There are always loopholes, Gemma.”
“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t make sense to me yet.”
“I know. Some things are hard to understand and even harder to explain.” She scoots back and rests her head against the wall. “Sometimes my mind gets cloudy as if it doesn’t belong to me, and I say words that aren’t my own but it’s not cloudy right now, because of the Blood Promise. But that won’t last forever... I won’t last forever.”
Panic claws up my throat. “You’re not leaving me again, are you?”
She doesn’t answer right away. “Remember how you told me that you saw the vision of Stephan forcing me into the lake? Well, you don’t understand the vision completely. There were things that happened that confused you. Stephan didn’t force me into the lake, like he—you—thought,” she says quietly, almost remorseful. “I went in there on my own… I chose to go to The Underworld on my own.”
I pull my legs up and rest my chin on my knee. “No you didn’t… I saw him force you to go in there.”
She crawls toward me, reaching for my hand, dragging the chains across the floor with her. “No, you didn’t. That’s what it may have looked like, but that’s not what happened,” she says, frowning when I slide back out of her reach. “I’ve always had this gift... kind of like super willpower, and for the longest time, even after Stephan marked me, it stayed with me—made me strong against his attempted tries at making me evil.”
“When did he mark you? Didn’t you fight back?”
“That’s hard to do when there are Death Walkers. He created his army of death and picked us off one by one. Some didn’t make it out alive like Laylen’s parents.”
“I—I—But he told me his parents died in a car accident right after you were sent to The Underworld?”
“No, they died putting up a fight when Stephan ambushed them.”
A massive lump lodges in my throat. “Does Laylen know this?”
She shakes her head, kneeling in front of me. “There is a lot of memory tampering that’s gone on throughout the years, including with Laylen.”
I remember Laylen mentioning memory loss once, when he was turned into a vampire. “But then why did you choose to go to The Underworld?” I ask, fearing her answer. “Why would you ever want to go to a place like that? So full of death and torture?”
“Because I could feel Stephan gaining control over me,” she whispers, her eyes wide as she gazes off. “I was the hardest to gain control over. Even after he marked me, he still couldn’t get me to do the things he wanted, especially when it came to you. But he kept working and breaking me down and finally I felt my willpower diminishing. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I wouldn’t have power over my actions and I just couldn’t do it—I couldn’t stand around and watch them detach your soul and ruin your life.”
“So you decided just to leave me then?” I’m trying very hard not to get angry, but it’s difficult and I can feel aggravation simmering under my skin. “Even though you knew they would still take away my soul?”
“I’m so sorry.” She reaches for me again, her blue irises begging for me to understand. “But even if I stayed, it would have happened still.”
So my mom never sacrificed her life to try and save mine. She sacrificed it so she wouldn’t have to watch my life get ruined. That was the real reason and it hurt, like a knife lodged in my heart.
“So you wish I never went and saved you from The Underworld?” My anger rises through my voice as I scoot away from her.
She shakes her head erratically. “No. I understand now that running away doesn’t solve anything. Everything still happened to you, and instead of trying to fight, I gave up. I’ll never give up again. We’ll figure out a way to fix this.”
“And how are we supposed to fix it?” I snap. “Do you know how to work a fucking mapping ball? Because I sure as hell don’t.”
“Alex told me about that.” Her eyes flash cold. “So you saw your father?”
“Yeah, I saw him. And thanks for telling me he’s still alive.”
“Did he tell you what he did?” she asks harshly. “Did he tell you how he ended the world?”
“He said he made some mistakes and changed and recreated a vision so the world would end,” I tell her. “But he didn’t explain why.”
“He changed the vision because he wanted one of these.” She shoves up the sleeve of her shirt and extends her arm out, showing me the Mark of Malefiscus on her wrist just below the cuff on the chain.
I recoil away from her, shaking my head “No, I don’t believe you.”
She carries my gaze steadily. “Yes, he did. He wanted the mark. He wanted it.”
“Why!?” I cry, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.
“For power—he wanted to be powerful, just like Stephan.”
I leap to my feet, trembling with rage, fists clenched, adrenalin soaring so violently I feel like I’m getting whiplash. “You’re lying. He wouldn’t be trying to fix it, if that’s the truth.” My feelings don’t match my words, though. I’ve wondered this myself. But what she’s saying is making me furious for some reason, perhaps because she’s confirming what everyone else has been worried about—that my father is evil.
“Time changes people’s minds.” She tries to get to her feet, but the weight of the chains drags her back to the floor. “And he’s been locked up alone in the Room of Forbidden for so long, I’m sure he’s had time to clear all the power hunger out of his head.”
“No, you’re lying!” I shout. “My father didn’t make this mess because he wanted to be powerful like Stephan, because he wanted the Mark of Malefiscus. There’s no way.” But a voice whispers in my head, telling me maybe she’s right.
“You barely know him,” she says sadly. “You have no idea what he would or wouldn’t do.”
I storm out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me. My mother calls out my name, but I hurry down the hall and burst into my room. All that time invested in wondering about my parents, only to find out that one wants to be evil and one is imprinted with evil.
I snatch a brush off my dresser and chuck it across the room. It makes a loud thump as it dents the wall, and bits and pieces of paint and drywall crumble to the floor. Then I slump to the ground and lean back against the door. What am I supposed to do? Try to get back to where my dad is—to the Room of Forbidden—and get some more details on how to fix his mistakes? I’m not sure I want to do that. Not after what I was just told.
“What am I going to do?” I whisper.
Just then, the sunlight hits my window and filters through my room, onto my bed and rays of maroon reflect across my walls and ceiling. I get to my feet and inch toward my bed cautiously and see a small crystal ball filled with rubies on one of my pillows. I look around my room for someone but it’s empty. With an unsteady hand, I pick up the crystal and discover a piece of paper tucked beneath it.
“Go to the City of Crystal and get the Purple Flame. Sincerely, a friend,” I read aloud.
I flip the paper over, but there’s nothing on the back. I go over to the window, push it open, and look down at the driveway and I catch a hint of a flowery scent. But it’s probably just my imagination.
