by H. M. Ward
I said, “So, you’re fast? So are we. So what?”
“It’s not speed.” He stepped back, feeling the bond swirl around us encouraging him to touch me. He fought the sensation, and continued speaking. “I can go to any place that I’ve seen. I only have to picture it in my mind. I’ll instantly appear there. It’s called efanotation.”
I blinked. “No, that can’t be possible.” Good God. No wonder why the Martis were losing.
“Why not?” he smiled. “It’s magic. You and I are made of magic. We can do lots of things that aren’t possible.”
I thought about it. Efanotation seemed harmless enough, and not evil in itself. The idea intrigued me. “I can appear anywhere?”
The corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. “Only places you’ve been. You must have a specific target in mind or you risk not reaching your mark. Being caught between places isn’t fun. Don’t try it.” He smirked, and a memory flashed showing me that he had, and that it was not fun. I shivered. Collin laughed. “Would you like to try it? You can come to me, like I did to you a second ago.”
Unsure, my fingers pulled my arms tighter into my chest. “I don’t know.” Accepting it would mean accepting I was a Valefar. I didn’t want to.
His next words baited me perfectly. He walked toward me, unblinking with his face turned down toward mine. “You would never have to worry about being attacked. Ever. You could do this, and escape. Every time.” His sapphire eyes bore into me. “You would never have to live through another demon kiss again.” I stiffened. My muscles tensed, twitching as they remembered the pain my mind refused to recall. Desire flowed through the bond. Although he mentioned the demon kiss to scare me, I knew he was afraid of kissing me himself. He was terrified that he would be the one to destroy me. I stared at his lips, wishing they weren’t poison—wishing I could taste them.
Collin turned away sharply, clutching his head like he was in agony. “Don’t,” his voice was terse. “Ivy you can’t. I can’t… ” He couldn’t speak. Rage mingled with desire, as it crawled under his skin. He denied his flesh the thing it coveted more than life—my soul. His pale fingers clutched tightly, as he fought to repress the urge my thoughts provoked. The exact nature of the way Collin tortured himself to be around me flowed through the bond. There was no doubt how much I meant to him, and how hard he had to fight his instincts to make sure he didn’t kill me. His body tensed. Welds of blood ran down his arms where his nails pierced his skin. His agony burned, threatening to consume him. One action would ease it all, but he refused to kiss me. He denied himself the very thing that would make his pain recede. He wouldn’t kiss me.
Something in my blood ignited. There was no way I could watch Collin writhe another second. I had to do something. So, I said the only thing that I knew would subdue his agony. The idea terrified me, but I knew I had to do it. In that moment I accepted my fate—all of it. I straightened my spine, knowing what I was, and knowing I could no longer deny it. I had no choice. This was who I was—part Valefar, part Martis. I took a step toward him. My voice carried authority that was foreign to me. There was a power in my words that washed over me as I spoke, “I am Valefar. Collin, show me how to be a Valefar.”
My words were like pouring boiling water on ice. His angst physically melted, as like called to like. I no longer felt like I was standing with an enemy, and the bond shifted recognizing an ally. The bond resonated inside of me, like something luscious and dark, seducing me silently from within. It was the part of me that I couldn’t accept—the part I repressed. The part that terrified me. The Valefar part of me was free.
Heat seared through my chest, as Collin turned to look at me. The insistent pulling of the bond remained intact, but the discomfort eased. He watched in awe as heat seared through my body from my fingers to my toes, arching my spine, leaving a warm trail in its wake. The admission transformed me, igniting my blood in a way words fail to describe. I felt stronger than I’ve ever felt in my life. Fear vanished as power flowed through my body, encompassing me wholly. The demon blood was awakened, making me feel invincible, as the Martis part of my being was repressed.
Oh God. What have I done?
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Accepting myself in whole had changed me. It changed the bond, confusing it, though not sating its lust. It still wanted me with Collin and didn’t loosen, though it was less agonizing to be so close to him. The Valefar part of me quickly honed in on something I’d never noticed before. My gaze jerked towards Collin. I could smell it all around him.
Salivating, I swallowed, and walked toward him. There was a scent in the air that reminded me of something delicious.
“What is that?” I asked realizing it was emanating from Collin. Looking into his face I asked, “Why do you smell like that?” I sniffed the air again, swallowing the salvia that was pouring into my mouth, awakening my hunger.
Mildly alarmed, he leaned away from me. “Smell like what?”
“You smell delicious.” Embarrassed, I thought about it for a moment, slowly realizing what was happening. My mouth was watering like my mother was cooking my favorite meal and I hadn’t eaten all day. The yeasty scent of fresh bread filled my head, accompanied by the aroma of my mom’s roast turkey that was always perfectly cooked, crispy on the outside and juicy within. The cinnamon scent filled me last, reminding me of the apple pies that she only made during the holidays, and that I craved year round. I drew in a long slow breath, letting the scents fill my body and savoring them before I realized what it was. The expression on his face snapped me out of it. I lost my daydream, but the scents still lingered and were strong. It was coming from him. But why? As I looked at Collin, horror poured into me, as I understood what was happening—recognizing what the Valefar blood had awakened.
I covered my mouth in horror, stepping away from him. Revulsion poured into my mouth like vomit. Turning sharply, I walked away and threw myself into a chair. I shut my eyes tightly trying to banish the sensation—the smell. But it wouldn’t subside. It clung to Collin like he was food. Oh God. What was this? What did I do?
My voice was muffled by the pillows, but I knew he heard me. “You smell like food. Why do you smell like food?” I asked already knowing the answer. I felt the rant start to pour forth before I could stop it. “Oh God! It’s because I can smell you—your soul.” I shot upright in the chair, watching Collin across the dimly lit room. “You have a soul! Don’t deny it, I can smell it. It smells like everything that I’d ever enjoyed eating all wrapped together.” My brain started piecing things together. “You said I smelled new. You can smell us? Valefar can smell Martis blood. That’s how you hunt us. But… that isn’t what I smell on you.” I sniffed the air again, and looked him in the eye knowing he could not lie to me. I would hear it through the bond. “I smell your soul. How do you have a soul, Collin?”
Collin leaned back onto his desk, looking at the shaggy carpet. “I don’t have a soul Ivy. It’s not what you’re sensing.” His eyes lingered on the carpet, as he tried to hide his shame and failed.
Why wouldn’t he look at me? What made him feel like that? It was bad enough he smelled like a delicacy and I felt like I was starving. What else would have that scent - the intoxicating smell of a human soul? What else would make a new Valefar react like this? It had to be a soul, but he didn’t have one. So what did I smell?
“Oh God.” My throat constricted as I uttered the words. Pulse pounding in my ears, I felt sick. The blood drained from my face, as ice slid into my stomach. I’d risen slowly, and stepped away from him, horrified. I knew exactly what it was. My cheeks pinched as my vision blurred with tears. I wanted to run, to run away from him and never look back. Instead my voice rasped, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? The remnants of your victims. How could you?” Shaking, I swallowed hard not wanting him to say what I already knew. The scent that lingered on him was the residual essence of those he’d killed, clinging to his flesh. I sucked my lips into my mouth biting down, swallowing bile b
efore it could escape.
There was remorse in his voice, “Ivy, it’s not what you think. Please listen. I don’t want to be what I am. I wouldn’t have done it, but to live, we have to feed. I had to. I had no choice.” Collin touched my arm, shocking me out of my horror. I didn’t hear him approach. His face was grief-stricken. “I thought that you knew. I don’t torture people for fun—they’re food. A body cannot live without a soul. It has to have something to animate it, and give it life. Valefar have no soul, so we steal others to survive. I had to.” His hand was still on my arm when I felt him reach for my mind, trying to comfort me.
Repulsed, I shot away from him. Selfishness consumed me, and it wasn’t the deaths of innocent people that horrified me, and it wasn’t that Collin killed them - it was that I wanted them for myself. They smelled like heaven and I felt starved. Is this what it was like to be a Valefar? Shannon didn’t have any clue when she told me how horrifying it would be. I couldn’t control my own flesh. Desires were warring within me to do things that were despicable. Unforgivable.
The scent swirled off of Collin making me crazy. My mouth wouldn’t stop watering, and I swallowed again feeling queasy. I looked at him, realizing that Collin did not appear as tense as he usually was. “How can you stand it? How can you live like this?” I wrapped my arms around my middle, and pulled tight to repress the horrors stirring in my stomach.
“I’ve had a long time to adapt.” His face was serious, and tension lined his eyes. “Controlling the urges is the best I can hope for. I can go for weeks without feeding, but it’s harder for new Valefar, which you are. Only the powerful ones can control themselves.” He cleared his throat, looking uncertainly at me. I knew what he wanted to ask, but he wasn’t sure if he should. His voice was faint, “Do I smell human to you?”
“Yes. You do. It’s confusing—and unexpected. My lips want to lock onto yours to drink your soul.” Taking a deep breath, I clenched my fingers, trying to restrain my body, and refusing to give in to its demands.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard.” After a moment he said, “Imagine how much harder it is to abstain when you smell a real soul, and not shadows of the dead. Ivy, I don’t want to be what I am, but I can’t help it. And you tempt me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. There is something about you.” His voice trailed off as he stepped away.
I never understood it before. I thought Valefar were evil—that they reveled in it. But seeing his face, feeling his emotions through the bond and having Valefar blood coursing through me—I finally understood.
“You’re a slave…” I fully understood the implications. With my brow pinched tightly, I looked at him. The Valefar possessed my body, and I wanted to turn it off before I did something stupid. I didn’t trust myself not to attack Collin, even though I did have a soul to suck out. I would lose my life with a mistake like that. Never mind if a human came near me now. I felt ravenous.
My voice shook as I spoke, “I want to undo this. I’ll kill someone if I stay like this. Collin… ” Terrified, I looked into his eyes, realizing that my natural urges would destroy both of us, “How do I undo it?”
Backing into the corner my hands slid behind me, as my back hit the wall. He walked towards me slowly. “Ivy, you don’t have to kill anyone. You don’t have to perform a demon kiss to live. You still have a soul. I can smell it. It’s still there. Your Martis nature is still there. It’s just dormant. Apparently you can’t possess both traits at the same time.” He studied me for a moment, feeling pained that I shared any part of his curse. “You should be able to undo it the same way—by focusing on being a Martis. But Ivy,” his voice was urgent, as his hand reached for mine. He held it softly, “I can teach you how to defend yourself, but only if you stay like this for a little while. I won’t let anyone else near you. I want to protect you. But, I can’t do it any other way. I’ve tried. I was lucky I got to you in time today. The Valefar will kill you, and if the Martis discover you… Ivy,” his words trailed off as his hand slid against my cheek. I couldn’t help but lean into it. There was a desperate plea in his voice, “Please let me show you.”
My heart raced, as his skin touched my flesh. The plea in his voice was too urgent to ignore. And the subdued state of the bond calmed him, although it confused me. Smelling souls like they were a succulent delicacy disturbed me deeply. I knew I couldn’t control myself very well, and that scared me.
Collin’s consciousness brushed mine softly, Please, Ivy.
Breathing deeply, I looked him in the eye and made the stupidest decision of my life. “Show me.”
“Ivy,” Collin scolded, “concentrate. Otherwise you’ll split your skin from your body. You can fix it, but it hurts like hell.” He grimaced.
I stared at the ruby ring Collin gave me for my birthday. Apparently Valefar liked to use rubies in their dark magic. As I stared at the blood-red stone, the edges of my vision filled with black mist and my veins burned with a garish intensity. The first time that happened I freaked out, thinking I was setting myself on fire. But Collin told me that meant that I was doing it right. If I wanted to appear next to him, I had to focus so strongly that my demon blood boiled, turning my body to mist. If I continued to think of him and only him, I would reappear next to Collin.
Efanotation hurt like hell if I did it right. I can’t imagine the pain of doing it wrong.
It turns out that I felt like I was on fire, because I was. The heat coursed through my veins as I stared, imagining Collin’s face in the ruby stone. I could see his cool blue eyes and long brown lashes as if he were standing in front of me. The ruby was used to hold my focus, insuring that my skin would reappear with my body. Flames engulfed me from inside, licking my stomach as the power manifested within me. I fought to keep my eyes trained on the ruby, picturing nothing but Collin’s face.
When I thought I couldn’t bear the pain for another second, it ceased and I found myself in Collin’s lap, staring up at him. His eyes were as close as I’d imagined. A slow smile crept across his face, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly. The icy hot shock was replaced with searing heat when he touched me. The intense focusing made it easier to tune out his delicious scent, so his fragrance was fainter.
I breathed deeply, proud of myself for finally getting it right. Doing it half way had been painful, and we’d been at it for hours. “I did it. Did you see? I finally did it!” I smiled at him, half blushing, as I tried to wiggle out of his lap.
His gaze made my stomach twist, as his arms held me in place. His lashes were dark and full. I stared at them to avoid looking at his mouth, not wanting to tempt either of us with things we couldn’t have. “I noticed,” he smiled. “That was perfect.” His hands were still around my waist when his thoughts started to brush my mind. Soft caresses and lingering fingers occupied most of them. As much as he tried not to think of me like that, he couldn’t—not while I was on his lap. He replaced the thoughts as quickly as they came, trying to hide them from me, but he couldn’t. The bond wouldn’t let us hide anything.
I leaned back into his arms, as they tightened around me. Surprise flittered through the bond, as Collin pulled me tighter into his chest. I laid against him for a moment, listening to his heartbeat. It sounded totally normal, masking the demon blood within. I breathed slowly, half remembering the last time I felt truly safe.
“Collin,” I breathed, “what happened to you?” His body tensed at my words. I turned slightly, looking into his face. “How did you become a Valefar?” I didn’t want his mood to come crashing down, but I wanted to know. I had to know.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
There seemed to be some humanity still lurking within him. I just wanted to know who he was, half convinced it was the Collin I saw and adored.
“Ivy, the past is in the past. What’s been done can’t be changed. We should just leave it.” He pushed me off his lap, and walked away, looking at a mahogany bookshelf that extended floor to ceiling. Old books with titles I didn’
t recognize lined each shelf.
I walked up behind him, sensing his sadness. “Was it that bad?” I suddenly felt heartless for asking. “Of course it was that bad. I lived through it. So did you. I’m sorry, Collin. I didn’t mean to…”
“I know.” He turned to me with that half smile on his face to mask his pain. “It’s part of the curse, Ivy. I don’t remember much of my past, only the pain of what I lost. And the pain of the conversion.” His eyes flicked up to mine. “I felt the pain of your demon kiss through the bond, when I scared you the other night. I didn’t mean to. Your memory of Jake’s attack crossed the bond and reacted with my own nightmare—snapping it back to life.”
His eyes gazed over, as his memories flashed through the bond, showing a past I couldn’t imagine. Anguish flowed through me, as I saw his village stricken with poverty and illness. The cries of women and wails of men holding lifeless children in their arms flashed through the bond, illuminating the horror in my mind. While he spoke, his memories flooded me. It was like I was there, and the desperation and rawness of his situation plagued me. The pain of my attack was primarily physical, but his wasn’t. I had no idea how much I asked of him until he started to relive the memory.
