Shifter Romance: BODHI (LOST CREEK SHIFTERS NOVELLAS Book 4)

by Samantha Leal

  Andrea felt her heart harden and she stumbled towards the young nun; feeling the knees beneath her start to buckle. Elizabeth, still half asleep, did not know what was happening and Andrea had to remain calm for her daughter’s sake. The strong hand of Geraldine wrapped itself around hers as the three made their way along the back roads. They would reach home before the rest as the crowd walked solemnly, as the heavy weight was carried down the winding track towards the house.

  By the time the crowds had gathered around the house, Andrea had removed her cloak and was stood in the open doorway. All fell silent as two figures wrapped in dark hooded shawls approached with their burden and Andrea moved aside as they carried Alex into the main hall.

  “Please, in here”, Andrea opened the door, indicating a small yet comfortable room where the body was brought and laid out across the couch. Biting her lip to keep the emotions at bay she thanked the two bearers and bid them good evening. They both turned to go but at the last moment one of the figures held back and closed the door.

  For a moment Andrea thought the figure was waiting, wanting payment for bringing her husband back home and she started towards the chest where the coins were kept.

  “Wait.” A familiar voice rang out across the room, stopping Andrea in her tracks.

  Turning towards the door she found herself face to face with Helena.

  The green eyes glinted in the candlelight as she stepped forward, out of the shadows.

  “Well Andrea, it’s been a while. So sorry you had to leave New York so suddenly. It wasn’t kind, leaving poor Steve all alone like that. Of course he found comfort in my bed, but really, he was distraught. He really thought the child was his.”

  Seeing Helen brought all the old memories flooding back. She hadn’t thought about Steve in a long while but she couldn’t feel that sorry for him. He would have soon moved on in her absence.

  “What do you want here Helena?”

  “Why, to bring my dear brother back to you of course. I have a little proposal for you.”

  Andrea folded her arms and waited for Helena to speak.

  “It’s quite simple really. You give me the rune in your possession and I will restore the life of my brother.”

  “That’s impossible!” Andrea could feel the tears forming at the back of her eyes. All she wanted to do was to embrace the body of her beloved Alex, but she must be strong, for all their sakes.

  “Do you really think so? Well, unless you hand over the rune you will never know.”

  “You would not see your brother dead if you have the power to bring him to life.”

  “I have not seen my dear brother for over 10 years. He banished me from his sight and threatened to kill me should I ever set foot on this island again. Do you really think I care if my brother lives or dies?”

  “Let me see his face.”

  Stepping to the couch, Helena pulled down the cover shrouding the body. Alex looked peaceful, his fine features at rest.

  “You see how peaceful he sleeps, the eternal rest. Perhaps you are right, we should let him lie. I’m sorry to have disturbed you.” Helena stepped back towards the door.

  “Wait, I will fetch you the stone.”

  Andrea stepped out of the room and ran upstairs into her chamber to retrieve the stone from its hiding place. It had been many years since she had seen it, held it in her hand.

  She had come so far only for it to end like this. To hand over the stone that generations before her had guarded through the centuries; kept safe. Now, she was the one to fail. Geraldine had been wrong. Walking slowly back down the staircase she paused at the doorway. Once she had handed the stone over to Helena she would be at her mercy; both she and Elizabeth would be vulnerable. With Alex dead there was no hope, if he lived they might have a chance.

  Helena smiled a triumphant smile as Andrea entered the room. She gloated at her victory and she was not ashamed to show it.

  "You are a sensible woman Andra, I will give you that. You have made the right choice, now hand over the stone".

  The two women stood in silence for a long while. Andrea could feel the rune against the palm of her hand, the stone warm against her skin. Her resolve was waning and her fist tightened as she met Helena's steady gaze.

  "Well?" Extending her arm Helena opened her palm upwards to receive the stone.

  "Wait!"

  The door opened quickly and Geraldine entered the room.

  "Stop Andrea, don't hand over the rune, none of this is real."

  Both women turned to look at the young nun, the spell of the moment broken.

  "Alex is not dead; he is seriously injured but not dead. Helena has given him a draught of her own making to give the appearance of death, but he is not there yet." and walking over to the couch she placed her hands upon his head.

  Andrea turned to look at her beloved. She had not thought of it before but his face, although pale, did not wear the grey pallor of the dead.

  As Andrea watched the young nun she thought she saw Alex start to stir and watched fixated as his lips began to move and his eyes open.

  Helena took her chance and seizing a knife from within her bodice lunged at Andrea, desperate to possess the rune.

  Geraldine moved quickly and the young nun threw herself between Andrea and the knife in Helena's hand.

  For a moment all was still, until Helena withdrew her hand, the knife it contained now dripping red with blood. Geraldine turned and smiled at Andrea before falling forward into her arms, pulling both women to the ground. Her slight body twitched as the life slowly ebbed from the gentle soul. Finally she was still.

  Stunned and unable to move, Andrea watched in horror as Helena started to approach her, the knife held high and pointed towards her.

  The small rune was still clutched tightly in Andrea’s hand and all she could think about was her daughter sleeping peacefully upstairs in her room.

  There was no hope left, nothing to save her and closing her eyes Andrea awaited her fate.

  ***

  A strangled cry forced her to look up. Alex had heaved himself from the couch and had launched himself at his sister and now held her firmly by the neck. Andrea watched as his grasp tightened around the slim white throat and Helena's eyes bulged and arms flailed as the life was choked out of her. As her body slipped to the floor, Alex slumped back onto the couch, his face grey with exertion and pain.

  Gently Andrea pushed against the lifeless body of Geraldine that was pressed against her. The little nun looked peaceful, almost happy in her death. She had given her life to save them, the ultimate sacrifice. Kissing the smooth brow she let her tears fall onto the gentle face and thought of the kind old lady in her own time. The circle of life, birth and rebirth, nothing ends; Geraldine had taught her that.

  Stepping to the couch she looked down at Alex, her love. His face was still and his lips tinged with a faint blue coloring. His breathing was labored and a dark stain had started to form on his shirt; the opening of one of his wounds. Her tears flowed thickly as she took his cold and limp hand in hers.

  "My love, my love, stay with me."

  Stroking the hair from his forehead she kissed the soft skin. It couldn't end this way, everything had been turned upside down.

  His eyes flickered and opened and his mouth moved as he struggled to speak.

  "Andra." a small smile played on his lips.

  "Don't speak my love, save your strength. I will fetch the doctor, all will be well."

  Alex closed his eyes and slowly shook his head as his hand clutched at hers.

  "You must leave with the girl, you cannot stay here alone. War is coming and you will not be safe. You and Elizabeth must go back to your own time."

  Sobbing into his chest Andrea struggled to compose herself.

  "I cannot leave you Alex, not to die here alone."

  "You must. Soldiers will soon be at my heels. They will take my property, this house and all that is in it, including you and Elizabeth."

  "Then
we will take you with us."

  Alex shook his head sadly, "There are only 2 runes. Enough for you and Elizabeth, but not for me."

  "But how can we return to the future, we can only be transported at the point of death?"

  Alex lay silently back on the couch, the life force draining from his body as he fought against unconsciousness.

  He spoke again, a mere whisper.

  "You must take the second rune from my sister. She will have it concealed about her person. You will also find a small bottle, a poison that would have seen her take the both of us into your time. You and Elizabeth must take this. If you love me you will do this one last thing for me. I understand the powers of the ancients now. Only in death will you live. Promise me?"

  Nodding her head the tears fell quickly and she pushed her lips gently against his.

  They were his last words.

  ***

  There was no time to lose. If she thought too long about the task ahead then she wouldn't go through with it. Her mind whirled as the two worlds of past and present collided in her head. She had seen the power of the runes, had witnessed it, lived in different centuries, but did she have enough faith in the power of the ancients for the task ahead?

  She quickly found the second rune, hidden in a concealed pocket in Helena’s bodice, and a small glass vial of a dark looking liquid which she assumed to be the poison.

  There was no looking back as Andrea stepped out of the room, leaving the three bodies behind her. There was nothing else she could do for the dead; she had her own life and Elizabeth's to think of now.

  The room was dark as she entered, and only the gentle sound of her child softly breathing filled the room.

  Crossing to the bed she sat gingerly on the edge to avoid waking the sleeping girl; she looked like a beautiful angel with the soft blonde curls framing her sanguine face.

  Andrea's hand trembled as she carefully untucked the small, clenched fist from beneath the coverlet. The child stirred for a moment but was soon quiet. Taking one of the stones Andrea placed it carefully in the centre of the girl’s palm, folding the small fingers back over to keep it in place.

  With the other stone carefully in her own hand she brought out the small bottle. She had no idea of the dosage but presumed one or two drops would do the trick. To be on the safe side she would use half the bottle on herself and half on the girl.

  Pulling out the stopper she paused. What if Elizabeth was transported to the future on her own, or worse still, was left all alone in this dark era?

  Andrea had no choice, she would have to trust to the power of the ancients and to her own fate. Kissing her daughter gently on the cheek she poured 10 drops of the dark liquid onto her lips. The poison stained the red lips to a garish black and a little of the liquid dripped from her chin and onto the cover beneath. Helen would have been thorough in her research. The liquid would be deadly.

  Taking Elizabeth into her arms she lay down beside the warm body of her daughter before pouring the rest of the vial into her own mouth.

  Soon there was nothing but blackness.

  8.

  The air was damp upon her skin as Andrea awoke in the small graveyard of the chapel of St Oran. Her body and head ached and she had a bitter taste in her mouth. For a moment she lay on the hard ground unable to focus on her thoughts. She had been on a long journey and could feel the tiredness behind her eyes.

  Running her hand across the wet grass she reached out, something was missing, something was not right.

  Elizabeth!

  Opening her eyes she sat up quickly and looked around. The morning was grey with just the hint of a sunrise on the horizon. All was quiet except for the waking call of a few birds and the remaining chime of a distant bell. The place was deserted; Elizabeth was nowhere to be seen.

  Panicking, she stumbled to her feet, heart thumping as she grasped at the headstones calling out the name of her beloved daughter. The place was empty and the girl was nowhere to be seen. Andrea slumped down onto the grass and sobbed, her worst nightmare had become a reality.

  "Andrea."

  A voice called across the cold light, a familiar and warm voice. As she looked up the old lady was approaching.

  "Geraldine!" the younger woman fell sobbing into her arms like a child.

  "There, there my dear, all is well, you are home. What is wrong?"

  Andrea could barely speak between sobs, only uttering the name of Elizabeth over and over again.

  "Calm yourself my dear, now calm yourself. All is well. Elizabeth is perfectly safe.”

  She wondered how the old woman could be so calm, so relaxed.

  "Where?"

  Geraldine smiled as she gently reached down and patted the smooth belly of the younger woman.

  "Here!"

  ***

  Over breakfast the two women talked. Andrea had forgotten that back in the present she would revert to her previous state. When she had been transported back in time, Elizabeth was a mere twinkle in her eye.

  "But how did you return Geraldine, I saw you killed by Helena?"

  "I have kept my own secret for many years. You see, there weren’t only two stones, in reality there were three. I have had to keep that fact to myself. If Helena had known I would not have been safe, nor would I have been there to help you. I too have my own part to play out in this story. I needed to make sure there would be a happy ending after all."

  Andrea stirred her coffee as the memory of Alex came flooding back. Tears formed in her eyes.

  "Not a happy ending for everyone."

  A thin hand reached across the table and found her own.

  "Alex you mean?"

  Andrea nodded as the tears slid slowly down her cheek and onto the table.

  "Alexhander MacDonald lived to be 85 years old. With his wife Andra he went on to have several sons as well as a daughter Elizabeth. They had a very long and happy life together."

  The coffee sloshed over the edge of the cup and landed in her saucer as Andrea sat and looked, open mouthed at Geraldine.

  "But how, he was dead. I saw him?"

  "He nearly died, I grant you that. But it was not his time. Remember the cycle of things - life and death, birth and rebirth?"

  "But .."

  "But the magic of the ancients is all powerful and there are some things that we cannot explain, cannot fathom, that are beyond our reasoning."

  "What about the second stone. The one that was in Elizabeth's hand, where is that now?"

  Geraldine thought for a moment. "The second rune was needed to bring Elizabeth safely to the future, even in the womb she needed protection. The stone must be somewhere in the graveyard, near to where you woke this morning. You should go and look for it after breakfast. It is important to retrieve it; you are the guardian."

  ***

  The sun had started to shine weakly through the clouds as Andrea walked over from the hotel to the Abbey.

  One of the staff had just started to unlock the main gates ready for the public to access the ancient site.

  "Morning." the voice of a young man brought her out of the thoughts of the past and into the present. She looked up into the smiling face of a man she had known and loved throughout the centuries.

  She could hardly speak as the young man approached her.

  "Sorry if I startled you. I've just started working here. I'm staying for the summer with my Grandma, Geraldine. Do you know her? By the way, my name is Alex.”

  THE END

  The story concludes with “The Highland Legacy”, available on Amazon.

  Beyond the Highland Gateway

  Leela Ash

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  1.

  Alisa Craig heaved a heavy sigh as she
shelved the books left over on the cart. It was the end of the day, so everybody had left the library, which was normally a good thing. Today though, it wasn't. It meant that she was alone with her thoughts, none of which were particularly pleasant.

  Things hadn't been going well at home. She had married her high school sweetheart, and had believed that they were the perfect couple. She was a librarian and he was an accountant; two boring, meticulous people who only had eyes for each other.

  Lately though, she wasn't so sure. She had been getting a lot of signs that Carl might not be as honorable as she thought. He was being secretive and strange. She wondered if he might have hit his midlife crisis early. It was beginning to make her nervous. He had begun to surprise her with random gifts.

  In most relationships it would be a nice way to spice up the marriage, but it just made Alisa nervous. She couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling guilty about something. Carl was a man who held on to every penny that came into his grasp, and to see him parting so easily with his money on trivial things like flowers and jewelry was a huge warning bell.

  Alisa sighed. Where had she gone wrong? They had been married for six years, ever since they were both twenty. Maybe they had married too early after all, just as her mother had told her. But then, her mother had never really liked Carl. She said he was bad news, and claimed she knew through a mother's intuition. She took her Scottish roots seriously, and had a lot of superstitions that Alisa never really understood.