Placing his hand on the antique coffee table, splaying his fingers, he stabbed the knife in-between his index and middle finger. Then middle and ring fingers, ring and little, thumb and index. It was a game he used to play to make his fellow soldiers uneasy. One he never lost and one that never failed in gaining their respect. If that respect was garnered through fear, then all the better. Each war he'd been in, the knives got longer and sharper, the men bigger and rougher.
The knife stabbed through the centre of his hand, pinning him to the table. Grimacing at the sudden pain, he refused to make a sound, blood pooling from around the blade. He wanted to feel something real and this pain was as real as it was going to get. Pulling the knife free, blood gushed onto the coffee table. Running his thumb across his open hand, the wound began to close as it healed itself.
"So, you're into self mutilation now," came that annoying voice from behind him. Aya. Always there to make a smart ass comment.
"Don't presume you know anything about me," he sneered, standing to glare at her.
"Likewise," Aya raised her hands, eyeing the knife. He knew it would be gone in under one second flat if she thought it were a threat. He sat back down and stabbed the knife into the tabletop, facing away from her.
"Keep your head screwed on, Zac," she said without any infliction.
He turned to retort, but she'd already gone. Shaking his head, he sunk back down into his melancholy. Somewhere, he'd lost his way. Why had they come back here in the first place? To pretend that they were human again? Deep down he knew Sam wanted him to find something in himself that wasn't about fighting and killing. Victoria had once told him that it was the only thing he was good at. Perhaps it was.
Liz sighed as her fifth call to Alex went straight to voicemail. It looked like she would have to go the direct route.
She felt guilty neglecting him the last few days, especially after he had been attacked. Everything had blown up in her face after she kissed Zac. Sam's broken neck and having to send Aya off to pick up the pieces. She now felt she owed the two thousand year old vampire and that couldn't be good. But, she thought Aya had done it as much for herself as for them. She could see her and Zac finding themselves together someday, even if they couldn't.
She had spent the last few days with Sam, working out what had happened, while they waited for news from Aya. Sorting out what it meant for them. It seemed that love did prevail, at least this time. Liz would never let herself waiver again.
Hovering on the sidewalk, she watched Alex working in the garden. What the hell would she say? You were being attacked by a crazy vampire controlled by a two thousand year old witch, while I was off cheating on my vampire boyfriend? She shook her head and set off across the grass before she could change her mind. Alex deserved the whole sordid truth.
He caught sight of her as she approached and glared. "Geesus, Liz. Can't you take a hint?" he rolled his eyes, beginning to walk away from her, but she was in front of him a little too fast to be normal, blocking his way.
"Can I just explain? Then you can decide why you want to do," she pleaded. "If you never want to speak to me again, then I will respect that."
He groaned and sat on the grass by the bandstand, knowing he wouldn't be able to avoid her for long. She could probably out run him. "Don't sugar coat it, Liz. If I have to sit here and listen, you need to tell me everything," he said forcefully. "I was attacked by a vampire and saved by two more. It wasn't very pretty."
"I know," she said. "All in."
They sat on the grass, Liz thinking for a moment, trying to piece it all together. The simplest way to describe everything that had happened in the last year. Taking a deep breath, she began.
"Before it happened, a year ago, I didn't know what Sam and Zac were. I just thought they were two rich brothers that had moved to town, just like everyone else. Not until the day I decided to change the route I usually took when I went for a run," she paused, quietly gauging Alex's emotions. "The details are still sketchy. I don't think I'll ever remember everything that happened that day. I do remember being attacked, but nothing about who it was that attacked me. There was a lot of blood, that I know. Theirs or mine, I have no idea. When I woke up, Sam was holding me."
When she stopped, Alex reached out and held her hand, sensing that she needed this gesture, at least. He was still looking off into the distance, scowling.
Squeezing his warm hand, she continued, "He thought I was dead. I was dead. The way he held onto me... He was horrified and relieved all at the same time when he realized I was alive. We've been together since. Sam and Zac, they helped me through it all."
"Did you find out who did it?" Alex whispered.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I know for sure it wasn't the brothers. I trust them completely. They tried to find the vampire who attacked me, but couldn't find any trace of them. I’ve come to accept the fact that I’ll probably never know."
"What about Aya?"
"Aya," Liz sighed. "That's more complicated."
Alex frowned, rubbing his temples with his calloused hands, "I'm all ears."
"A few weeks ago, a vampire came to town and got into a fight with Zac. Zac killed him, but in the process managed to piss off a very old and powerful witch named Katrin. Gabby helped him cast a summoning spell she found for help. They called an extremely old vampire known as the Witch Hunter. At the time we didn't know who that was. We had nothing else to go on and it seemed like a better option than just letting Katrin kill him. Aya hid her true self from us for ages, gauging our intentions, but she came when she was called and decided she wanted to help. Katrin is after her as well."
"Why?"
"I don't know. She's very secretive, but I would guess it has something to do with being referred to as a Witch Hunter," Liz sighed heavily. "That's pretty much where we are now. Trying to find a way to deal with Katrin before she can kill us."
She watched his features change as he thought through everything she had said. He looked, angry, confused and strangely enough, relieved.
"You know this is a huge headfuck. And I don't normally use that word," he scolded her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was trying to protect you. I thought the less you knew, the safer you would be."
"But, you've been lying to me," he grimaced. "It's not just a little white lie. This is the mother load, Liz. Geesus."
"I'll do anything it takes," she pleaded. "Anything."
"Well," he said after a minute. “You and Gabby. You’re my oldest friends. I can understand why you wouldn’t tell me, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
“I know.”
“You have to promise not to keep anything from me anymore. I can handle it, Liz. After all, I’m not a mess now am I?”
“You are surprisingly calm,” Liz said carefully.
"When life hands you lemons..." he shrugged.
"Oh, Alex!" Liz flung her arms around his neck, hugging him just a little too hard.
"I don't know what I can do, but if there's something," he said, extracting himself from her hug. "I'll be there for you guys, but you owe me. No more secrets."
"Thank you, Alex. This means a lot to all of us. A lot to me."
He sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Your secret is safe with me."
Gabby sat cross-legged on her lounge room floor, the grimore in her lap, her face screwed up in concentration. Groaning dramatically, she put the book aside and drew her knees up, resting her head in her arms. She was getting absolutely nowhere. What a pathetic excuse for a witch.
She'd felt different all her life, but had never understood that feeling was her powers trying to come out and be embraced. She still couldn't fathom what she was, being on her own was difficult and having vampires as friends went against everything that the grimore had taught her. But, that she wouldn't change and all things took time, right? But it didn't stop her from getting frustrated.
Gabby wondered if she should try and contact her grandmother. She hadn't seen or spok
en to her for years, not since she was a little girl. She would have had to be about ten years old when she'd disappeared. Her Grandfather was a less than nice man, severe and old fashioned. Extremely set in his ways. He'd passed a few years ago, but Gabby remembered that he had threatened to have his wife committed to an asylum.
Her parents had seemed to agree with him and her grandmother had up and left, rather than stay with her husband a moment longer. Gabby always felt the reason behind it all was because she was a witch and even her own family was afraid of her simply because they didn't understand.
The day she found the grimore in the attic was the day she was moving out and into her apartment across town a year and half ago. She'd gone through all her old boxes of childhood toys and stumbled across a box hidden in the back corner under her pile. When she'd opened it, she found the most curious things inside.
On the very top was a white envelope with her name written on the front. Opening it, she read the brief note and suddenly understood everything. It read, Gabrielle, when it is time, you will know what to do with this.
It was unsigned, but she knew it was from her grandmother. She recognized her handwriting from birthday and Christmas cards. Underneath was the grimore and what could only be witches tools. Wrapped up in a deep purple quilt was an ornate knife with a bone handle, a silver bowl and several jars of dried herbs.
She managed to take the box without her parents finding out and began visiting the old cemetery, trying to understand what she was. It wasn’t long before she realized the strange things she'd been feeling all her life was the earth trying to speak to her.
It had been over a week since she'd been entrusted with finding what had kept Katrin's soul attached to the living and for the life of her she couldn't work it out. She'd spent hours pouring over the grimore, but she couldn't understand most of it, the languages many of the pages were written in were old and strange. The nights she spent communing with the earth to search it's energy for anything that seemed out of place, but came up empty time and time again. Truthfully, she didn't know enough to understand what she was looking at most of the time.
Sighing, she put the grimore aside and climbed into bed, exhausted. Tomorrow was another day and she would try again. She had to, even though she knew she would come up empty handed.
Soon, she was fast asleep, her mind wandering into different dreams, of her grandmother, the story she'd read about Aya saving her ancestor from burning at the stake and her search through the grimore, the pages blending into one huge blur.
As her dream settled, she found herself in the old cemetery, sitting cross-legged in the middle of a circle of power, as if she had been in the midst of meditation. The night was dark around her, the wind wailing as if a storm was brewing. The only light that pierced the darkness was the flickering candles that surrounded her.
Gabby jumped in surprise as she saw a woman emerge from the darkness. She approached calmly, her hands clasped in front of her, expression cold and unwavering. She wore a dress of long white folds of silk, low over her shoulders, draped to the ground, cinched at the hips by a low golden belt. Long auburn hair spilled over her shoulders that lay still, even as a strong breeze buffeted the cemetery.
How she knew that this woman was Katrin was beyond her. The witch stood at the edge of the circle, her expression closed, calmly assessing her before stepping harmlessly over the line that was meant to keep others out. Her eyes flickered to the grimore on the ground and her covetous look didn't escape Gabby.
"I'd hoped that you were one of mine," Katrin rested an ethereal hand on Gabby's shoulder. "But you're Ismena's. Not to worry."
Gabby was too surprised to say anything and when Katrin reached out and placed a hand over her eyes, she froze.
Katrin began to murmur under her breath, then said audibly, "You're eyes will be one with mine. What you see and hear, will be mine."
Gabby gasped as she woke with a start. Her mind was confused and she blinked hard a few times and realized she was at home, in bed and it was three am. The dream slipped from her mind just as quickly. An odd feeling told her to try and remember before it was gone, but nothing came to mind. The only thing that she could think about as she fell back to sleep was that she would be wrecked at work tomorrow.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Several days had passed since Aya had returned to the manor with Zac in tow and for several days she had avoided him. Apart from walking in on him and that knife, she had managed to evade him and his annoying questions. Remembering his blood all over the table, she grimaced. The sound of it had pierced through her head, splitting it open.
For two thousand years she had learnt to deal with people, read their emotions, decipher the meanings to their words, decode their motives, untangle their wicked webs of deceit. But she had no idea how to deal with the insinuated meaning in Zac's words, the words he spoke as they drove to the manor.
I don't want you to leave.
It was the first time she had felt so protective of someone and it was an alien feeling. No one wanted her to stay once they knew even the smallest sliver of truth about her and she gladly compelled their memory of her away. These vampires knew nothing but the barest facts. Her greatest secrets would remain buried. They had to.
The impenetrable wall she had built around herself had always served her well. All that kept her going was the purpose she had set herself to last her eternity. Revenge. There was no room for anything else. So, to save Zac from her, she compelled the memory of their kiss away. It was for his own good.
But, those words. Maybe compulsion wasn't enough this time. She shook her head and pushed those thoughts away. It would do her no good to dwell when there we bigger threats lingering.
Finally, she now had an opportunity to end Katrin for good. Her first and possibly only opportunity. But it all relied on Gabby. The young witch had access to powers that were immense, but were still beyond her reach. She needed to learn how to use them. If this happened, she was confident they had a chance of prevailing. The young witch just needed a push in the right direction.
Aya had invited Gabby to the manor where they could talk freely. The brothers were gone somewhere she didn't really care about. Brotherly bonding, pulling Zac back on the wagon. They needed a game plan, and soon. Enough time had passed in which Katrin could put together whatever grand scheme she had up her sleeve and they needed something to at least counter it. She'd been distracted by one particular brother far too much.
"I've dealt with spirits before but not the spirit of a witch," admitted Aya, pushing her thoughts away. "Just the living kind."
Gabby sighed, the stress obvious, "I'm so lost."
"Give me the grimore," Aya frowned. "I can have a read of the older stuff."
"You can read that?" Gabby was surprised. "I don't even know what language it is."
"I'm older than it is. I've been around long enough to learn a lot of different languages," she shrugged, flipping through the pages. Coming to rest on the spell that had summoned her, she groaned. "This one we can do without."
Gabby grabbed her arm as she went to tear the offending page out. "Don't," she pleaded. "It's all I have of my Grams. Don't destroy it."
"We need to get rid of it, Gabby. As it is now, it's just a call. With the right inflection, it could become a summoning," Aya warned.
"You mean, physically summon you?"
"Yes."
"No one will take the grimore," she was confident. "It's safe with me."
Aya shook her head, "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." She continued to flick through pages, stopping to read when something caught her interest.
"Nothing?" Gabby asked, when she was handed the grimore back.
"I don't know," she sighed dramatically. "There's no one in your family who you can talk to? Other witches?"
"No," the young witch said, shrugging. "My parents have no power they admit to. There is my grandmother, but..."
"I would advise you think about contacting
her," Aya said, giving her a little nudge with her words.
"I'm not even sure where she's living," Gabby protested.
"Well, you better get a clue," Aya raised an eyebrow at her. "She might be the only one who can help you find what's in there." She jabbed a finger at Gabby's heart. "Otherwise dying might be the best solution for all of us."
When the brothers finally came home, it was late afternoon and Aya was in the garden, sitting on the stone bench, staring at the sky. She assumed they had been doing some brotherly vampire bonding thing. Stay away from my girlfriend and stop eating people type exercises. Building bridges so they could get over it already.
"How was your AA meeting," she said seriously as she heard them come up behind her. She didn't have to turn to know that Zac was glaring at her. It was the first time they had spoken since the knife incident.
The brothers weren't fast enough to catch the movement to their left, but Aya was up from the bench and in front of Zac grasping a stake that had been thrown at him in a millisecond. And it was thrown back just as fast, a thud as it found its mark. She growled in annoyance as an unknown vampire came from the garden behind, stake in hand lunging for Sam. But she was there again, grabbing the male vampires wrist, stopping him dead in his tracks.
She sighed, exasperated, "You people never learn." She squeezed her hand harder around the assailant’s wrist and it cracked and the stake dropped to the ground.
The vampire grimaced, but kept coming, obviously on a kamikaze mission. There was no way he would survive her.
Aya grabbed his hair before he could duck and drove his head into the ground so hard there was a loud crack as his skull broke. Aya held his head in place, as blood began to pool beneath them. If she moved it even slightly, the vampire’s brains would spill out of his broken skull and he would be good as dead. Her eyes were chillingly opalescent as the sent of blood filled the garden and she hissed deep in her throat.