This made the girl with precognition smile. At last, some of the missing puzzle pieces to her life had surfaced, and although the whole jigsaw was still incomplete, she roughly knew the picture that she was trying to piece together. The answer to her heritage was in a completely different continent.
“What about my mother?” she asked, remembering the Oracle’s wife and two kids. “Did you try to track them down when you came here?”
Nainoru shook her head. “It was my promise to him that his descendants would never be bothered. A hundred years after that incident, I realized that Alicia Selleck and I would never see entirely eye to eye. She was intent on killing off all magical demi-humans; elves, other vampires, werewolves, Magis and gargoyles, and she was almost unstoppable once set on that path.”
“But… Avice said that she believed in the preciousness of human life.”
“Think about it for a second, Yarra. You are a smart girl with precognition. Once the other demi-human races are eradicated, that would put the Keeper of the Blade vampires as the only demi-humans in charge on Earth. What do you think Alicia Selleck is going to do then?”
Yarra bit her lip and looked at the dying fire. Her skin still felt clammy from the earlier regression. She tried to focus her energy to form future visions to answer Nainoru’s questions, but her mind went blank. Nothing surfaced and only a sensation of fogginess was persistent. A sharp pain shot across her left temple to her forehead, and she grimaced in shock.
“Don’t force your precognition too much, Yarra. You have already used your abilities too much today.”
“Do you think she will try to rule over the humans?” Yarra asked, ignoring the pain.
“I don’t think it. I know it. Alicia Selleck has had this plan put into motion the moment that Schaila Selleck died. She has been slowly whittling down the other races of demi-humans. When there is only her clan left standing, she will be victorious.”
“Which explains why she wants me dead.”
Nainoru nodded. “You represent all that she detests. A demi-human who has the power to see the future. To see her for what she really is. Such abilities, just like the Oracle said, can be both useful and detrimental to her.”
Yarra gripped her fists. “She used me. She used me to predict the outcome of the war, and when she was satisfied, she sent Avice to get rid of me.”
“Just like how she sent me to get rid of the Oracle. History has a funny way of repeating itself.”
Chapter-6
Sealing their love
When she entered the guest bedroom, Avice was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Discarding her clothes, she sidled up next to him underneath the cover. His body was warm to the touch, her hand tracing along the tattoo till it stopped on the now broken, rusty hilt, the mark of his betrayal to his clan. He took in a sharp breath, the muscles of his abdomen tensing as she settled her hand over them.
“I am a vampire without a clan…,” he said, more to himself than to her. “What good am I, if I am without a clan?”
She had no answer for that question. A year into their courtship, one thing was apparent to her. Avice loved his parents, and had always been loyal to the Keepers of the Blade. But now, he had chosen her over the family he had once known. And they were not the forgiving kind, to condone his betrayal or to consider looking into his motivations for doing so.
“Are you having second thoughts about running away with me?” Yarra asked. She ignored the look of shock on his face. “Because, if you want to go back to them, I will not fault you.”
“What?” he exclaimed. “No, don’t be crazy! I’m just… I’m just confused!”
He got up, his naked body moving towards the window. She saw the tenseness of his muscles undulating under his flesh before her very eyes. With one arm on the glass window, he rested his head against its smooth, cool surface.
“All of my life, I looked at my mother as someone to emulate. She was all I ever wanted to be like. Strong, decisive, caring towards the well-being of the clan. But now… today… I learnt that things are not what it seemed with her. It isn’t I who betrayed her. It is she who betrayed my trust!” he thudded one fist against the wall.
Yarra got out from the bed. She did not have the proper words to console him. All she had was her body and soul, and that was what she gave him. Pressing her naked body against his back, she clasped her hands around his chest.
“I will neither betray, nor look at you lesser than you are, Avice Selleck,” Yarra said, her head resting on his shoulder blade.
That night, she proved it to him. As she rode on top of him, she was gifted with yet another vision. It was of one where she was patting a slight bump in her belly, laughing at something that Avice had said. In the vision, she could smell his perfume and the strong coffee that he held in his hand… knowing that the more intense the vision, the more likely it would become true.
When she came out of the vision, Yarra knew then that when Avice came deep within her, she would have conceived their first child by tomorrow morning.
Chapter-7
A new plan
“Where will you go now?” Nainoru asked, placing a plate of waffles on the table for the two castaways. She watched them with amusement as they wolfed down the breakfast. But, they had been on the run, so their ravenous hunger was more than understandable.
“Gnskskghgopp somffee,” Avice said, Yarra was horrified that her lover did not have the decency to swallow his food first.
Nainoru however, chuckled and poured them each some coffee. “Never had the patience to speak with his mouth empty,” she tutted lightly, the chiding more mocking than serious.
“Sorry,” Avice said with a smile. The sex with his mate last night had cleared up his mood slightly, and the sight of a homely breakfast made them feel right at ease. Yarra too, could not help but eat the food with apparent relish, afraid that it might vanish if she took her time. After showering in rest stop toilets yesterday where they had a patina of dirt and sleaziness that seemed to rub off, she was ecstatic to see the glowing bathroom fixtures in Nainoru’s home. Never had she spend so much time in a bathroom, appreciating a good hot shower. A mixture of a comfortable bath and the breakfast had lightened their moods considerably.
“What I meant was, we might make a trip to the previous Oracle’s hometown,” Avice said. Yarra explained to him what she had seen in a past memory. He was keen on piecing back together Yarra’s past, as much as she was. Perhaps it would give them a better control over her precognitive and regressive abilities.
“I don’t know if it is a good idea,” Nainoru said. “If I know Alicia, she would have probably stationed a few of her members at the Oracle’s hometown, knowing full well that you will go there sooner or later.”
“We might have to risk it. Alicia can’t stop us from going there.”
Yarra’s resolution was impeachable, and Nainoru knew that. Sighing, she threw her hands up in the air in defeat, sitting down between them at the dining table. The weather that morning was sunny and optimistic after the dreadful thunderstorm they experienced the night before. Birds were chirping outside, and the couple was intent on making their mark on the new day. Nainoru was well aware that she was not going to be able to talk them out of going to England, no matter what she thought of their plan personally.
“I don’t know the place exactly, but it is in the town of Great Yarmouth, Norfolk. It is a coastal town,” Nainoru said.
The couple nodded. It was a good place to start-the birthplace of the previous Oracle.
“Thank you for your help, Nainoru,” Avice got up then, embracing his former clan member.
The old lady had removed her gritty, bitter self, and there was a warm smile on her face. Although she was reluctant, she was glad to have helped Yarra at least. It was her way of making amends for Alicia Selleck’s mistake two centuries ago.
“Be careful. Your mother…,” she poked Avice on the chest, “… is a damn smart woman. I would not put it past he
r to be already waiting for your mugs to show up in that small town. Strangers are always more easily noticeable.”
“Then we will be careful,” Avice said with finality.
Yarra too, got up and embraced Nainoru. “Thank you… thank you for everything. If we had not met you, I would not have begun to know my roots.”
Nainoru smiled. “As the previous Oracle once said, all is already predetermined for us. His job was to only report what he saw in the future, and his predictions were a hundred percent right.”
“But… I get too many flighty images most of the time. Some end up not becoming true at all,” Yarra said. For once, she felt overshadowed by her predecessor, whose precognitive abilities easily overpowered her own. “Sometimes, I am too scared to even choose which path to take, because there are so many.”
“When all else fails, and when you have too many roads to go choose from, always choose the one closest to your heart,” the old lady advised. “It was the same thing that the Oracle used to tell me when I went to him to get his predictions.”
***
“How are we headed to England?” she asked. They were walking down the road with disguises on, that they had managed to improvise. Yarra had dyed her hair a pale maroon color and wore shades. Avice used his abilities to make his hair grow past his shoulder, which he let down. The blonde hair was colored into a brownish red, which made him look tremendously different, yet still visually appealing.
They knew that the disguises only served as a temporary measure. Some of the vampires in the clan could and would still be able to smell them from a mile away.
Heading to the bus stop from last night, they planned to take a bus to the nearest airport and go from there.
“Don’t worry about that,” Avice smiled. “I have a plan.”
The walk to the bus stop was uneventful. The convenience store still had one hole through its glass where their assailant had fired a shot. Avice looked around and smelled the air.
“No-one familiar. Let’s go,” he said to Yarra, as they crossed the street.
The hub was packed today with people, some holding their luggage. The bus depot offered a discounted service straight to an airport twenty miles away, which suited the couple just fine.
“Wait, let’s go into the store,” Avice suggested, while they waited for the bus.
Yarra followed him in. There was a different cashier in from last night, but just like the other, she was hooked on to the show on her four-inch portable television.
“What happened there?” Avice asked innocently as he placed his soda on the counter and surveyed the damage
The cashier barely looked up from the screen and answered nonchalantly. “Oh, some asshole tried to rob this place last night. Fired a shot through the glass.”
“Was he caught?” Yarra asked, mocking fear.
“Nawww, he was pinned underneath the bookrack,” she pointed at the now upturned rack Avice had pushed on their attacker. “But he came to at some point and escaped before the cops got here.”
Avice nodded and paid for the drink. So their attacker had managed to flee the scene. He was not surprised. The man was a vampire, and could have easily killed the cops if he wanted to, but that went against the code of the Keepers of the Blades. His lips were curled slightly in deep thought, and he held Yarra’s hands as they walked out of the store.
“He might still be somewhere around here,” Yarra said, through the corner of her lips quietly.
The bus depot was packed, and the denseness of its people contributed to quite the hullaballoo. Clinging to a different backpack that Nainoru had given them, Avice still kept looking around despite no familiar scent reaching him. No harm in being wary. His hand gave Yarra’s a small, comforting squeeze.
“Any visions?”
Yarra nodded and leant against him for support. Taking a deep breath like she always did, she closed her eyes. Her mind was clear today, effaced by all the fatigue from the harrowing experiences of last night and the rest that had followed.
The images came flooding into her mind as they often did. Multiple images of multiple situations coursing through her mind like photographs flitting around a sealed but windy room. Yarra struggled to pinpoint her vision to something more recent. Some were of her walking by the coastal area, others were of her talking to people that she did not know. There was even a vision of her, much older than she currently was, making love to a man who wasn’t Avice. She had learned that there were many possibilities, and these images did not necessarily mandate her future. And so she forced that one in particular out of her mind.
After searching for what seemed like minutes, she found a vision of the two of them taking a bus ride to the airport. As an observer, she saw it from a third point of view, standing in the bus’s aisle. She saw her future self and Avice seated at the rear of the bus, cuddling with each other and looking as relaxed as it was possible for them to be in their current situation. Looking around, none of the other passengers seemed to rouse her suspicion.
She was about to exit the vision when the bus stopped in a terrible lurch. Seeing that she was merely standing out of space-time of this event, Yarra was unaffected by the bus’s sudden inertia. The Yarra and Avice in the vision however, were thrown forward slightly. Some even groaned in pain, having hit their forehead on the leather seats in front of them.
All of the passengers on the bus muttered in annoyance, while some tried to peer out of the window.
Yarra walked to the front of the bus. Seeing as how she was unaffected by the tangible things in the vision as always, she walked right through the windscreen and landed softly on the floor. She was not surprised to see the reason for their sudden stop. Three people stood in front of the bus. One of them was the ponytailed guy who had attacked them. The other two were members of the Keepers of the Blade who had once been appointed to ensure her security during their war with the Bloodlust vampires.
The ponytailed man had a large sword in his hand. His other two companions, both men in their early forties and physically fit, each carrying a large flail.
“We know you are in there!” The ponytailed man shouted at the bus. Of course, they could not see Yarra who was there discerning the future.
Deciding that she had seen enough, Yarra exited the vision.
When she was back in the bus depot, Avice held on to her body, just in case she flinched and fell from the fleeting disorientation of viewing a vision then going back to reality.
“Well?” he asked.
Yarra massaged her temples. “If we take this bus…,” she pointed to the one now coming into the depot, “…we will be ambushed by three vampires. One of them is the guy from last night. The two others were part of my security team back at university.”
Avice scratched his chin, a habit he often had when he considering a situation. “Mark and Domlen. Those two meatheads are probably in the area too.”
“You aren’t considering actually going on the bus, are you?” Yarra asked in surprise. “They might have others nearby.”
“It is a risk we are going to have to take, baby,” he said.
Hearing the word ‘baby’ made her start. She had not thought about their lovemaking session last night, until now. Instinctively, her hand went to her belly, touching it, trying to feel any signs of the life forming within her fecund body. She had not told Avice about her vision, not that detail of it. Now was probably not a good time. They had a mission to do first, to get to the airport.
She knew that Avice was confident about tackling the three men by himself. She had seen him ward off the Bloodlust vampires during their war, and he had proven himself time and time again to be more than just an able fighter. There were rumors prior to their escape that Alicia Selleck was going to choose him to be her successor.
“I need to tell my mother that although we are running, we aren’t afraid.” Avice admitted. “But I can’t do it without you.”
Yarra nodded weakly. She had no choice then, but to ac
quiesce. The bus made its way to the waiting area, where people pushed one another to get in, to try and pick the ‘best’ seats. True to her prediction, when Avice and she got on, there were two empty seats at the end of the bus. Gulping, she knew then that what she had seen in her head would come true. Avice hoisted his backpack up into the overhead compartment. Sitting at the back at least gave them an advantage of doing things that the others in the front couldn’t see.
He took the time and opportunity to remove two small blades from the side pockets of his bag, which he deftly inserted into the inner folds of his jacket.
“If your prediction does come true…,” he began.
“Not ‘if’ Avice.” Yarra corrected him. “When it comes true…”
“Right. When it comes true, I want you to stay in the bus. Don’t risk coming out. They might try to take you hostage.”
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