by P. C. Cast
“Bobble-head, you need to do what Zoey says. I have been dying to kick the shit outta you for two years,” Shaunee said, moving up to stand beside me.
“Me, too, you nasty ho bag,” Erin said, stepping up to my other side.
Before the Twins could pounce on her, Heath’s scream shattered the night. I whirled around. Mist was crawling up Heath’s legs, leaving long, thin tears in his jeans that instantly began to weep blood. Panicked, he was kicking and shrieking. Erik hadn’t run away, but was hitting at the mist, too, even though whenever some of it stuck on him it ripped his clothes and tore open his skin.
“Fast! Take your places,” I yelled before the seductive smell of their blood could mess with my concentration.
My friends ran to the deserted candles. Hastily they picked them up and waited in the proper positions.
I moved around Aphrodite, who was staring at Heath and Erik, with her hand pressed against her mouth as if to hold back her screams. I grabbed the purple candle and rushed over to Damien.
“Wind! I summon you to this circle,” I yelled, touching the purple candle to the yellow one. I wanted to cry with relief when the familiar whirlwind suddenly sprang up, swirling around my body and lifting my hair crazily.
Shielding the purple candle with my hand I ran to Shaunee. “Fire! I summon you to this circle!” Heat flared with the whirling air as I lit the red candle. I didn’t pause, but kept moving clockwise around the circle. “Water! I summon you to this circle!” The sea was there, salty and sweet at the same time. “Earth! I summon you to this circle!” I touched the flame to Stevie Rae’s candle, trying not to flinch at the bandages that covered her wrists. She was abnormally pale, but she grinned when the air filled with the scent of freshly cut hay.
Heath screamed again, and I rushed back to the center of the circle and lifted the purple candle. “Spirit! I summon you to this circle!” Energy sizzled into me. I glanced around at the boundary of my circle and, sure enough, I could see the ribbon of power marking its circumference. I closed my eyes for an instant. Oh, thank you, Nyx!
Then I put the candle down on the table and grabbed the goblet of bloody wine. I turned to face Heath and Erik and the ghostly horde.
“Here is your sacrifice!” I yelled, sloshing the liquid in the goblet in a messy arc around me, so that it made a blood-colored circle on the gazebo floor. “You weren’t called here to kill. You were called here because it’s Samhain and we wanted to honor you.” I spilled more wine, trying hard to ignore the seductive scent of fresh blood mixed with wine.
The ghosts paused in their attack. I focused on them, not wanting to distract myself with the terror in Heath’s eyes and the pain in Erik’s.
“We prefer this warm young blood, Priestess.” The eerie voice echoed up to me, sending chills over my skin. I swear I could smell his rotting flesh-scented breath.
I swallowed hard. “I understand that, but those lives aren’t yours to take. Tonight is a night for celebration, not for death.”
“And yet we choose death—it is dearest to us.” Ghostly laughter floated through the air with the tainted smoke of sweet grass, and the spirits began to converge again on Heath.
I threw down the goblet and raised my hands. “Then I’m not asking anymore; I’m telling you. Wind, fire, water, earth, and spirit! I command in Nyx’s name that you close this circle, pulling back to it the dead who have been allowed to escape. Now!”
Heat surged through my body and shot from my outstretched hands. In a rush of salt-scented wind that was burning hot, a shining green mist whooshed from me down the stairs to whip around Heath and Erik, making their clothes and hair flap like mad. The magical wind caught the smoky shapes and tore them from their victims, and with a deafening roar, it sucked them back into the boundary of my circle. Suddenly I was surrounded by ghostly shapes, from which I could feel danger and hunger pulsing, as clearly as I had felt Heath’s blood earlier. Aphrodite was curled up on the chair, cowering from the specters. One of them brushed against her and she let out a little shriek, which seemed to stir them up even more, and they pressed violently around me.
“Zoey!” Stevie Rae cried my name, her voice shrill with fear. I saw her take a hesitant step toward me.
“No!” Damien snapped. “Don’t break the circle. They can’t hurt Zoey—they can’t hurt any of us, the circle is too strong. But only if we don’t break it.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” Shaunee called.
“Nope. I like it right here,” Erin said, sounding only a little breathless.
I felt their loyalty and trust and acceptance like a sixth element. It filled me with confidence. I straightened my spine and looked at the swirling, angry ghosts.
“So—we’re not leaving. Which means you guys have got to go.” I pointed down at the spilled blood and wine. “Take your sacrifice and get out of here. It’s all the blood that is owed to you tonight.”
The smoky horde paused in their seething. I knew I had them. I drew a deep breath and finished it.
“With the power of the elements I command you: Go!”
Suddenly, as though an invisible giant slapped them down, they dissolved into the wine-soaked floor of the gazebo, somehow absorbing the blood-tinged liquid and making it disappear with them.
I breathed a long, ragged sigh of relief. Automatically, I turned to Damien.
“Thank you, wind. You may depart.” He started to blow out his candle, but didn’t need to, a little puff of wind, which felt surprisingly playful, did it for him. Damien grinned at me. And then his eyes got huge and round.
“Zoey! Your Mark!”
“What?” I lifted my hand to my forehead. It tingled, as did my shoulders and my neck (which figured, I always get shoulder/neckaches when I’m over-stressed), plus my whole body was still humming with the aftereffects of elemental power, so I hadn’t even noticed it.
His shocked look changed to happiness. “Finish closing the circle. Then you can use one of Erin’s many mirrors to see what’s happened.”
I turned to Shaunee to say good-bye to fire.
“Wow . . . amazing,” Shaunee said, staring at me.
“Hey, how did you know I have more than one mirror in my purse?” Erin was complaining from across the circle at Damien when I turned to her and sent water away. Her eyes got big when she caught a good look at me, too. “Holy shit!” she said.
“Erin, you really shouldn’t curse in a sacred circle. Y’all know it’s not—” Stevie Rae was saying in her sweet Okie twang when I turned to say good-bye to earth, and her words were suddenly cut off as she gasped, “Oh, my goodness!”
I sighed. Hell, what now? I went back to the table and lifted the spirit candle.
“Thank you, spirit. You may depart,” I said.
“Why?” Aphrodite stood up so abruptly that she knocked over the chair. Like everyone else, she was staring at me with a ridiculously shocked expression. “Why you? Why not me?”
“Aphrodite, what are you talking about now?”
“She’s talking about this.” Erin handed me a compact she pulled out of the chic leather purse she always had slung over her shoulder.
I opened it and looked. At first I didn’t understand what I was seeing—it was too foreign, too surprising. Then, from my side, Stevie Rae whispered, “It’s beautiful . . .”
And I realized she was right. It was beautiful. My Mark had been added to. A delicate swirl of lace-like sapphire tattooing framed my eyes. Not as intricate and large as an adult vamp, but unheard of in a fledgling. I let my fingers trace the curling design, thinking that it looked like something that should decorate the face of an exotic foreign princess . . . or maybe the High Priestess of a goddess. And I stared hard at the me that wasn’t really me—this stranger who was becoming more and more familiar.
“And that’s not all Zoey. Look at your shoulder,” Damien said softly.
I glanced down at the deep, off-the-shoulder neckline of my cool dress and felt a jolt of shock surge thro
ugh my body. My shoulder was tattooed, too. Stretching from my neck, down my shoulder and back, were sapphire tattoos in a swirling pattern much like that on my face, only the blue marks on my body looked even more ancient, even more mysterious, because they were interspersed with letterlike symbols.
My mouth opened, but words wouldn’t come out.
“Z, he needs help.” Erik broke through my shock and I looked up from my shoulder to see him stumbling into the gazebo, half carrying an unconscious Heath.
“Whatever. Leave him here,” Aphrodite said. “Someone will find him in the morning. We need to get out of here before the guards wake up.”
I whirled on her. “And you ask why me and not you? Maybe because Nyx is sick and tired of you being selfish, spoiled, indulged, hateful . . .” I paused, so pissed I couldn’t think of any more adjectives.
“Nasty!” Erin and Shaunee added together.
“Yeah, and a nasty bully.” I took a step closer to her and got all in her face. “This whole Change is hard enough without someone like you. Unless we want to be your”—I glanced up at Damien and smiled—“your sycophants, you make us feel like we don’t belong—like we’re nothing. That’s over, Aphrodite. What you did tonight was totally, completely wrong. You almost caused Heath to die. And maybe even Erik and who knows who else, and it was all because of your selfishness.”
“It wasn’t my fault your boyfriend tracked you here,” she yelled.
“No, Heath wasn’t your fault, but that’s the only thing that wasn’t your fault tonight. It was your fault that your so-called friends wouldn’t stand by you and keep the circle strong. And it was your fault that negative spirits found the circle to begin with.” She looked confused, which pissed me off even more. “Sage, you hateful hag! You’re supposed to use sage to clear out negative energy before you use sweet grass. And it’s not surprising that you drew such horrid spirits.”
“Yeah, ’cause you’re horrid,” Stevie Rae said.
“You don’t have shit to say about it, refrigerator,” Aphrodite sneered.
“No!” I put my finger in her face. “This refrigerator crap is the first thing that’s ending.”
“Oh, so now you’re going to pretend that you don’t crave the taste of blood more than any of us?”
I glanced up at my friends. They met my eyes without flinching. Damien smiled encouragement. Stevie Rae nodded at me. The Twins winked. And I realized that I’d been a fool. They weren’t going to shun me. They were my friends; I should have trusted them more, even if I hadn’t learned to trust myself yet.
“We’ll all eventually crave blood,” I said simply. “Or we’ll die. But that doesn’t make us monsters, and it’s time the Dark Daughters stopped acting the part. You’re finished, Aphrodite. You’re no longer leader of the Dark Daughters.”
“And I suppose you think that now you’re the leader?”
I nodded. “I am. I didn’t come to the House of Night asking for these powers. All I wanted was a place to fit in. Well, I guess this is Nyx’s way of answering my prayer.” I smiled at my friends and they grinned back at me. “Clearly, the Goddess has a sense of humor.”
“You stupid bitch, you can’t just take over the Dark Daughters. Only a High Priestess can change their leadership.”
“Convenient, then, that I am here, isn’t it?” Neferet said.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Neferet stepped from the shadows and into the gazebo, moving quickly to Heath and Erik. First, she touched Erik’s face and checked the bloody slash marks on his arms from where he’d struggled futilely to try to pull the ghosts off Heath. As she passed her hands over his wounds I could actually see the blood drying. Erik breathed a sigh of relief, like his pain had disappeared.
“These will heal. Come to the infirmary when we get back to school and I’ll give you some salve that will lessen the sting from your wounds.” She patted his cheek and he blushed bright red. “You showed the bravery of a vampyre warrior when you stayed to protect the boy. I am proud of you, Erik Night, as is the Goddess.”
I felt a rush of pleasure at her approval; I was proud of him, too. Then I heard murmured agreement all around me and realized that the Dark Daughters and Sons had returned and were crowding the stairs of the gazebo. How long had they been watching? Neferet turned her attention to Heath, and I forgot about everyone else. She lifted the torn legs of his jeans and examined the bloody marks there and on his arms. Then she cupped his pale, rigid face in her hands and closed her eyes. I watched his body stiffen even more and convulse, and then he sighed and, like Erik, he relaxed. After a moment, he looked like he was sleeping peacefully instead of fighting silently against death. Still on her knees beside him, Neferet said, “He will recover, and he will remember nothing of this night except that he got drunk and then lost trying to find his ex-almost-girlfriend.” She looked up at me as she said the last of it, her eyes kind and filled with understanding.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Neferet nodded slightly to me, before she stood to confront Aphrodite.
“I am as responsible for what happened here tonight as you are. I have known for years of your selfishness, but I chose to overlook it, hoping that age and the touch of the Goddess would mature you. I was wrong.” Neferet’s voice took on the clear, powerful quality of a command. “Aphrodite, I officially release you from your position as leader of the Dark Daughters and Sons. You are no longer in training for High Priestess. You are now no different than any other fledgling.” With one swift movement, Neferet reached out, grasped the silver and garnet necklace of rank that dangled between Aphrodite’s breasts, and tore it from her neck.
Aphrodite didn’t make a sound but her face was chalky and she stared unblinkingly at Neferet.
The High Priestess turned her back on Aphrodite and approached me. “Zoey Redbird, I knew you were special from the day Nyx let me foresee that you would be Marked.” She smiled at me and put a finger under my chin, lifting my head so that she could get a better look at the new addition to my Mark. Then she brushed my hair aside so that the tattoos that had appeared on my neck, shoulders, and back could also be seen. I heard the Dark Daughters and Sons gasp as they, too, got their first look at my unusual Marks. “Extraordinary, truly extraordinary,” she breathed, letting her hand fall back to her side as she continued. “Tonight you showed the wisdom of the Goddess’s choice in gifting you with special powers. You have earned the position of Leader of the Dark Daughters and Sons and High Priestess in training, through your Goddess-given gifts as well as through your compassion and wisdom.” She handed me Aphrodite’s necklace. It felt heavy and warm in my hands. “Wear this more wisely than did your predecessor.” Then she made a truly amazing gesture. Neferet, High Priestess of Nyx, saluted me, fist crossed over her heart, head bowed formally, with the vampyre sign of respect. Everyone around us except Aphrodite mimicked her. Tears blurred my vision as my four friends grinned at me and bowed with the other Dark Daughters and Sons.
But even in the midst of such perfect happiness I felt the shadow of confusion. How could I have ever doubted that I could tell Neferet anything?
“Go back to the school. I’ll take care of what needs to be done here,” Neferet told me. She hugged me quickly and whispered into my ear, “I am so very proud of you, Zoeybird.” Then she gave me a little push in the direction of my friends. “Welcome the new Leader of the Dark Daughters and Sons!” she said.
Damien, Stevie Rae, Shaunee, and Erin led the cheering. And then everyone surrounded me and it seemed that I was washed from the gazebo in an exuberant wave of laughter and congratulations. I nodded and smiled at my new “friends,” but I wasn’t a fool. Silently I reminded myself that only moments before they had been agreeing with everything Aphrodite had said.
It would definitely take a while to change things.
We got to the bridge and I reminded my new charges that we’d have to be quiet as we made our way back through the neighborhood to the school, and I motioned for th
em to go on ahead of me. When Stevie Rae, Damien, and the Twins started to cross the bridge I whispered, “No, you guys walk with me.”
Grinning so broadly they looked goofy, the four of them stood around me. I met Stevie Rae’s bright gaze. “You shouldn’t have volunteered to be the refrigerator. I know how scared you were.” Stevie Rae’s grin faded at the reprimand in my voice.
“But if I hadn’t, we wouldn’t have known where the ritual was going to be, Zoey. I did it so I could text-message Damien, and he and the Twins could meet me here. We knew you’d need us.”
I held up my hands and she stopped talking, but she looked like she was going to cry. I smiled gently at her. “You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say that you shouldn’t have done it, but I’m so glad you did!” I hugged her, and smiled through tears at the other three of them. “Thank you—I’m glad you were all there.”
“Hey, Z, that’s what friends do,” Damien said.
“Yep,” said Shaunee.
“Exactly,” said Erin.
And they closed around me in a giant, smothering group hug—which I totally loved.
“Hey, can I get in on this?”
I looked up to see Erik standing nearby.
“Well, yes, you absolutely may,” Damien said brightly.
Stevie Rae dissolved into giggles, and Shaunee sighed and said, “Give it up, Damien. Wrong team, remember?” Then Erin pushed me out of the center of the group and toward Erik. “Give the guy a hug. He did try to save your boyfriend tonight,” she said.
“My ex-boyfriend,” I said quickly, stepping into Erik’s arms, more than a little overwhelmed by the mixture of the scent of the fresh blood still clinging to him and the fact that he was, well, hugging me. Then, to add to everything else, Erik kissed me so hard that I swear I thought the top of my head would spin off.
“Please, just please,” I heard Shaunee say.
“Get a room!” Erin said.
Damien giggled as I stepped self-consciously out of Erik’s arms.
“I’m starving,” Stevie Rae said. “This refrigerator stuff makes you hungry.”
