by P. C. Cast
As always, I was a ball of nerves until I started toward the circle and the music filled me. Tonight the soundtrack of Memoirs of a Geisha was haunting and beautiful. I lifted my arms and let my body move gracefully to the orchestra. Then Erik’s voice joined with the music and the night, creating magic.
Beneath the shining stars,
Beneath the gleaming moon,
When night has healed the scars
Of burning noon . . .
The words of the poem caught me, carrying me on a tide of Erik’s voice. I flung back my head and let my hair fall around me as I moved slowly into the circle, weaving words with music and dance and magic.
. . . And so, I say to you,
If hate possess your heart,
When day’s hot strife is through
Bid hate depart . . .
I moved unerringly around the circle, loving the perfection of the poem Erik was reciting. It felt so right, and I knew that before, when Loren had called me into the circle, he’d used it as an opportunity to seduce and dazzle me. He hadn’t thought about what the ritual should mean to me, or the rest of the fledglings, or even to Nyx. Loren’s motives had always been self-serving. I could see that so easily now that I wondered how he could have ever fooled me so completely. Erik was as unlike him as the moon was unlike the sun. The poem he’d chosen was about forgiveness and healing, and though it would be nice to think he meant some of it for me, I knew that his first thought had been what would be best for the school and the kids who were trying to heal from the deaths of two professors.
The disappointing day,
Whenever wrong, or how,
Is something passed away,
Is ended now.
Forget, forgive, the scars,
And sleep will find you soon
Beneath the shining stars,
The gleaming moon.
The poem ended as I joined Erik in the middle of the circle in front of Nyx’s table. I looked up at him. He was tall and heartstoppingly handsome dressed all in black, which complemented his dark hair and intensified the blue of his eyes.
“Hello, Priestess,” he said softly.
“Hello, Consort,” I replied.
He saluted me formally, bowing deeply with his right fist closed over his heart; then he turned to the table. When he came back to me, he was holding Nyx’s ornately decorated silver goblet in one hand, and a ceremonial knife in the other. Okay, by “ceremonial” I don’t mean it was for play. It was sharp, wicked sharp, but it was also beautiful and had been carved with words and symbols that were sacred to Nyx.
“You’ll need this,” he said, handing me the knife.
I took it, disturbed by how the moonlight glinted off the blade, not having a clue what to do next. Thankfully, the music was still playing and the watching horde of people were swaying gently to the mesmerizing Geisha melody. In other words, they were watching us, but only with easy anticipation, and as long as we kept our voices low, they couldn’t hear us. I did glance at Damien, and he waggled his brows at me and winked. I looked away fast.
“Zoey? You okay?” Erik whispered. “You know it’s not going to hurt me much at all.”
“It’s not?”
“You haven’t done this before, have you?”
I shook my head slightly.
He touched my cheek for just a second. “I keep forgetting how new you are to all of this. All right, it’s easy. I’m going to hold my right hand out, palm up, over the goblet.” He lifted the goblet, which he had already shifted to his left hand. I could smell the red wine that almost filled it. “You lift the dagger over your head, salute all four directions with it, then slash my palm.”
“Slash!” I gulped.
He smiled. “Cut, slash, whatever. Just run the blade along the meaty part under my thumb. It’s seriously sharp, so it’ll do the work for you. I’ll turn my hand and while you thank me in the name of Nyx for my sacrifice to her, some of my blood will run into the wine. After a little while I’ll close my fist, and that’s when you take the goblet and walk to Damien so you can start casting the circle. Tonight you give each of the representatives of the elements a drink of the wine, ritualistically cleansing the elements before you do the big school cleansing part. Got it?”
“Yeah,” I said shakily.
“Better get going then. Don’t worry. You’ll do fine,” he said.
I nodded, and lifted the dagger over my head. “Wind! Fire! Water! Earth! I salute you!” I said, turning the blade from east to south, west, and north as I called each element’s name. My nerves started to fade as I could already feel the power of the elements building around me, eager to answer my coming summons. While I could still feel the echo of my salute, I brought the dagger down. I pressed the tip of it against the base of Erik’s thumb, which he held steadily for me, and then with one quick motion, sliced the deadly sharp blade across his palm, exactly where he’d told me to cut.
The scent of his blood hit me immediately, warm and dark and indescribably delicious. Transfixed, I watched it bead, like ruby jewels, and then Erik turned his hand so that they could fall into the waiting wine. I looked up into his clear blue eyes.
“In Nyx’s name, I thank you for your sacrifice tonight and for your love and loyalty. You are blessed by Nyx and beloved of her Priestess.” And then I bent and gently kissed the back of his bleeding hand.
When I met his eyes again, I saw that they were unusually bright, and I thought his face was tender, his expression intimate, but I couldn’t tell if he was just acting the part of Nyx’s consort, or if he was really experiencing the feelings he was showing me. He fisted his hand and saluted me again saying, “I am now, and always will be, loyal to Nyx and to her High Priestess.”
There wasn’t any more time for me to wonder whether he was talking about me, or whether he was just acting out the rest of his part. I had a job to do. So I took my goblet of blood-spiked wine and walked over to stand in front of Damien. He lifted his yellow candle and smiled at me.
“Wind, you are as dear to me and familiar as the breath of life. Tonight I need your strength to cleanse the stagnant breath of death and fear from us. I ask that you come to me, wind!” This ritual was a little different, and Damien had obviously been more forewarned than I had been, so he was ready with a lighter to touch it to his candle. The moment it lit, we were surrounded in a mini-tornado of exquisitely controlled wind. Damien and I grinned at each other, and then I held the goblet up so he could sip from it.
I moved clockwise, or deosil, around the circle to Shaunee, who was already holding her red candle up and smiling eagerly.
“Fire, you warm and cleanse. Tonight we need your cleansing power to burn the darkness from our hearts. Come to me, fire!” As per usual, no one needed to touch Shaunee’s candle with a lighter, the wick burst into glorious flame all by itself as we were filled with warmth and the light of a guiding hearth fire. I lifted the goblet for Shaunee, and she took her drink.
From fire I moved to water and Erin holding her blue candle.
“Water, we go to you dirty and rise from you clean. Tonight I ask that you wash us free of any lingering taint that might want to cling to us. Come to me, water!” Erin lit her candle, and I swear I could hear the rush of waves against a beach and feel the coolness of dew against my skin. I lifted the goblet for Erin, and after drinking, she whispered, “Good luck, Z.”
I nodded and moved resolutely to Aphrodite, who was looking pale and tense as she held the green candle she knew would zap her if we tried to call earth. “Where is she?” I whispered, without hardly moving my lips.
Aphrodite made a nervous little shrug.
I closed my eyes and prayed. Goddess, I’m counting on you to make this work. Or at least if I make a fool out of myself, I’m hoping you’ll somehow get me out of it. Again. When I opened my eyes, my mind was made up. It didn’t really change things if Stevie Rae didn’t show. I was going to tell everyone anyway. Some would believe me without proof. Some wouldn’t. I
’d take my chances on how things came down. I knew I was telling the truth, and so did my friends.
So instead of beginning my invocation of earth, I winked at Aphrodite and whispered, “Well, here we go,” and turned around to face the circle and the questioning crowd of watchers.
“I need to invoke earth next. We all know that. But there’s a problem. You all saw that Nyx gifted Aphrodite with an affinity for earth. And she did. But it turns out the gift was just a temporary one because Aphrodite was keeping the element safe for the one who really represented earth, Stevie Rae.”
As soon as I said her name, there was a fluttering movement in the big oak and the night-darkened boughs that spread over our heads, and then Stevie Rae dropped gracefully from the branch above us.
“Dang, Z, it took you long enough to get to me,” she said. Then she walked over to Aphrodite and took the green candle from her. “Thanks for keeping my place warm.”
“Glad you could make it,” Aphrodite said, and stepped aside so that Stevie Rae could move into her place.
Stevie Rae took the earth position, turned, and shaking her curly blond hair back from her face, grinned out at everyone while the intricate pattern of vines and birds and flowers that made up her scarlet tattoo blazed as brightly as her smile. “Okay, now you can invoke earth.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Naturally all hell broke loose then. Sons of Erebus shouted and started forward toward our circle. Vampyres were crying out in shock, and I swear some girl started screaming.
“Ah, oh,” I heard Stevie Rae whisper. “Better fix this, Z.”
I whirled around to face Stevie Rae. With no time for niceties I said, “Earth, come to me!” For a second I wanted to freak because I didn’t have a lighter and neither did Stevie Rae, but Aphrodite, cool as ever, leaned over, flicked the lighter she still held, and lit the candle. The scents and sounds of a summer meadow instantly surrounded us. “Here, have a drink.” I lifted the goblet, and Stevie Rae took a big gulp. I frowned a little at her.
“What?” she whispered. “Erik’s yummy.”
I rolled my eyes at her and jogged back to the center of the circle, where Erik was gawking at Stevie Rae. I raised one arm over my head. “Spirit! Come to me,” I said without any preamble. As my soul quickened within me, I took the ceremonial lighter from Nyx’s table and lit the purple spirit candle that waited there. Then I, too, took a big gulp of the blood-spiked wine.
And what an amazing rush that was! Stevie Rae had a point, Erik was yummy, but then I already knew that. Filled with the exhilaration of wine and blood and spirit, I strode out. I couldn’t have been prouder of my friends. They’d held steady to their places in the circle, lifting their candles and keeping control of their elements so that our circle stayed strong and unbreachable. Pacing around the circumference of the glistening thread of circle I’d just cast, I raised my voice and began to shout over the pandemonium that surrounded us.
“House of Night, listen to me!” Everyone fell silent when they heard the power of the Goddess magnifying my voice. I almost fell silent, too, as shocked as I was by it. Instead I cleared my throat and began again, this time not having to Goddess-shout over a screaming horde. “Stevie Rae did not die. She went through another kind of a Change. It was hard for her, and it almost cost Stevie Rae her humanity, but she made it through, and now she is a new kind of vampyre.” I made my way slowly around the inside of the circle, trying to meet as many of the eyes as I could as I explained. “Nyx never abandoned her, though. As you can see, she still has her affinity for earth, a gift given to her, and then given to her again by Nyx.”
“I do not understand. This child was a fledgling who died and then was resurrected?” Shekinah had stepped forward and was standing near Stevie Rae, staring hard at her.
Before I could answer, Stevie Rae spoke. “Yes, ma’am. I did die. But then I came back, and when I did, I wasn’t the same anymore. I’d lost myself, or at least most of myself, but Zoey, Damien, Shaunee, Erin, and especially Aphrodite, helped me to find myself again, and when I did, I also found I’d Changed into a different kind of vampyre.” She pointed to her beautiful red tattoo.
Aphrodite stepped forward, actually moving into the glowing silver thread that held our circle as one. I expected to see her get zapped or bounced back or something terrible, but instead the thread gave, allowing her to walk through to me. When she joined me, I could see her body was outlined in the same glowing silver thread that still held our circle.
“When Stevie Rae Changed, I did, too.” Aphrodite lifted her hand and with a quick swipe, she wiped off the blue crescent that had been outlined there. I heard several gasps as she continued. “Nyx Changed me into a human, but I’m a new kind of human, just like Stevie Rae is a new kind of vampyre. I’m a human who has been blessed by Nyx. I still hold the gift of visions Nyx gave me when I was a fledgling. The Goddess has not turned her face from me.” Aphrodite lifted her head proudly and faced the House of Night, as if daring anyone to say anymore crap about her.
“So we have a new kind of vampyre and a new kind of human,” I said. I glanced at Stevie Rae and she grinned and nodded. “And we also have a new kind of fledgling.” As soon as I finished speaking, the oak seemed to rain fledglings. I made a mental note to ask Stevie Rae later how the hell she’d hidden all of those kids up there, because I easily counted half a dozen or so of them. I recognized Venus, who I knew had been Aphrodite’s old roommate, and wondered briefly if the two of them had had words yet. I also saw that obnoxious Elliot kid, who I swear I still wasn’t going to like. They were all standing there, inside the circle, spreading out on either side of Stevie Rae as they looked more than a little nervous, with their bright red crescent outlines plainly visible on their foreheads.
I could hear some of the kids outside the circle crying and calling the names of red fledglings they were recognizing as dead roommates and friends, and I felt for them. I knew what it was like to think your friend was dead, and then see her walking and talking and breathing again.
“They’re not dead,” I said firmly. “They’re a new kind of fledgling—a new kind of people. But they’re our people, and it’s time we found a place for them with us and learned why Nyx has brought them to us.”
“Lies!” The word was a shriek, so loud that I could almost feel it battering my ears. There was a murmuring in the crowd, and then the people outside the southernmost part of the circle parted to let Neferet through.
She looked like an avenging goddess, and even I was struck speechless at her raw beauty. Her smooth white shoulders were bared by an exquisite black silk dress that molded to her graceful body. Her thick auburn hair was free, tumbling in waves down around her slim waist. Her green eyes flashed—her lips were the deep red of fresh blood.
“You ask us to accept a perversion of nature as something the Goddess made?” she spoke in her deep, beautifully modulated voice. “Those creatures were dead. They should be dead again.”
The anger that spiked within me shattered her magnetism. “You should know about these creatures, as you call them.” I squared my shoulders and faced her. I might not have her well-trained voice, or her incredible beauty, but I had truth and I had my Goddess. “You tried to use them. You tried to twist them. It was you who kept them as prisoners until through us Nyx healed and then freed them.”
Her eyes widened in a perfect look of surprise. “You blame me for these monstrosities?”
“Hey, me and my friends aren’t monstrosities!” came Stevie Rae’s voice from behind me.
“Silence, beast!” Neferet commanded. “Enough is enough!” Neferet turned so that her gaze swept the stunned crowd. “Tonight I discovered another of the creatures Zoey and her people were raising from the dead.” She bent and picked up something that lay at her feet, tossing it into the circle. I recognized Jack’s satchel as it landed, opening to spill out the nanny cam monitor and the camera itself (which should have been safely hidden in the morgue). Neferet’s eyes scoured
the crowd until they found him; then she snapped, “Jack! Do you deny that Zoey made you plant this in the morgue, where you locked the body of the recently dead James Stark, so that she could watch to see when her wicked spells would resurrect him?”
“No. Yes. It wasn’t like that,” Jack squeaked. Duchess, who was pressed against his legs whined pitifully.
“Leave him alone!” Damien shouted from his place in the circle.
Neferet rounded on him. “So you continue to be blinded by her? You continue to follow her rather than Nyx?”
Before he could answer, Aphrodite spoke from beside me. “Hey, Neferet. Where’s your Goddess insignia?”
Neferet looked from Damien to Aphrodite, and her eyes narrowed in anger. But everyone was now looking at Neferet and noticing what Aphrodite had said—that Neferet’s exquisite black dress had no badge of Nyx over her breast. And then I noticed something else. She was wearing a pendant I’d never seen before. I blinked, not sure if I was seeing it correctly, and then, yep, I decided, I sure was. Dangling from a golden chain around her neck were wings—big, black, raven wings carved from onyx.
“What’s that around your neck?” I asked.
Neferet’s hand moved automatically to stroke the black wings hanging between her breasts. “The wings of Erebus, Nyx’s consort.”
“Um, excuse me, but, no, they’re not,” Damien said. “Erebus’s wings are made of gold. They’re never black. You taught me that yourself in Vamp Soc class.”
“I have had enough of this meaningless babble,” Neferet snapped. “It is time this little charade came to an end.”
“You know, I think that’s a darn good idea,” I said.
I was just starting to scan the crowd to find Shekinah when Neferet stepped aside, crooking her finger at a shadowy shape that seemed to materialize behind her. “Come to me and show what it is they created tonight.”
