Hidden Worlds

by Kristie Cook

  I sit back on my pillow. Then, I turn away from him. I can’t look at him, at what I’d done to him, anymore. I had saved him so that he could be hunted, just as I am hunted, reviled, just as I am reviled, and cursed, just as I am cursed.

  “I have no words to tell you how much I wish …” I choke and clench my teeth, “how much I regret … I would never had wished this on you. I should have … but I couldn’t let you go. Now you will be hunted, just like I am.”

  I can’t go on. I’ve brought my destruction upon him, and now there is no going back. I had asked God for help to save Russell’s life, but I had not been specific about the means of doings so, nor had I been aware of the consequences he would face because of it. I am not God. I do not know His mind; this is a lesson to me.

  “Red, ya didn’t do this to me. This is something more than you,” he says, and reaching for my chin, he turns my face toward him again. “I have a job to do here, just as ya have, and I can cry about it, or I can be like my friend and face it bravely, whatever comes. I’d like to think I’m not a coward, so I’ll man up … or angel up … whatever,” he says ironically. “Anyway, ya can’t turn back the clock on it. It’s done, and I think I might eventually enjoy bein’ an angel. I have to say that I’m already enjoyin’ some of the benefits it has brought me.”

  “What benefits?” I ask him, disbelieving that there are any benefits to being half angel and half human anymore.

  “Well, for one thing, Reed can’t persuade me to do anythin’ anymore,” Russell smirks. “And now, they let me in on all the secrets that ya know. Buns thinks I’ll have red wings like ya—that I’ll also be Seraphim, which seems to irritate Reed. I’ll outrank him in Paradise, if we ever get there.”

  “Russell, we’re kind of mutants, I don’t think we’ll outrank anything.” I say seriously.

  “Ya know, I thought that I couldn’t be more freaked out when I thought y’all were aliens. When I thought ya were some kind of alien spawn, or somethin’ … but, this is way stranger than that,” he says with some levity.

  “Tell me about it. Try thinking you are the alien spawn, though, and are just waiting around for something to come crawling out of you,” I reply, trying to bring my own brand of humor to the conversation. “It’s no fun being creepy, is it?”

  “Naw, but at least I have ya to be creepy with. It should be an interestin’ eternity, anyway. Can’t wait to see what happens next,” he says in a thoughtful way.

  In a casual tone, Reed says, “It is quite interesting … and we’ll have all of eternity to find out, so maybe we should let Evie rest, so that she can get better.” As Reed walks into the room, Russell stands.

  An unpleasant frown forms on Russell’s lips. “Yer right,” Russell says in a stiff tone to Reed, “Red and me will have all of eternity to talk ‘bout it. I just worry about ya. I mean ya could get called back to Heaven at any time. It’s probably about time ya had some R and R. Who can say what will happen next?”

  Hearing Reed growl, I see Russell immediately tense and go into a defensive stance, just like an angel would. I wonder briefly if it is an instinct. “What’s going on?” I ask them in surprise regarding their demeanor toward one another. Looking from one to the other, neither one of them answers me for a moment. They just continue to eye each other.

  Then, Reed says, “Nothing, love. I was just checking to see how you are doing.”

  “I’m fine. Russell and I were just talking about how creepy we both are,” I explain, holding my hand out to him.

  “You are not creepy,” he says, sitting down next to me on the bed. Taking my hand, he kisses it lightly. “Russell, on the other hand, is up for debate.”

  “Reed!” I say defensively. “Don’t say that.”

  “It’s okay, Red.” Russell says. “I really need to go and pack for my trip home. We moved all of my clothes and stuff here, since I guess this is gonna be headquarters from now on until Reed and Zee figure out our next move.”

  “When are you leaving to go home?” I ask him with worry.

  “Tonight, the girls and I have a flight out of Detroit. We’ll be back in a couple of weeks. I’ll miss ya, Red. I wish ya could come,” Russell says with concern in his expression.

  “I’ll miss you, too,” I say, but I feel relief that I’m not going. I’d ruin it because I will be mourning my uncle. Even now, I am just barely able to hold the burning ache at bay so that Russell doesn’t have to witness my sorrow.

  “Take care of her,” Russell says to Reed in an austere way.

  “With my life,” Reed replies immediately, but it is more of a vow than a retort.

  Russell walks over to bed and, leaning down, he places a gentle kiss on my cheek. “I love ya, Red,” he says.

  “I love you, too, Russell,” I smile into his eyes. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas,” he replies and turning, he walks from the room, leaving me with Reed.

  CHAPTER 21 - WINTER BREAK

  I gain physical strength over the next few days and I am able to get out of bed and start taking care of myself. My scars fade rapidly, and then they just disappear as if they never existed. If only the emotional scars would heal like that, but I know that I will carry them for as long as my memory can hold them. I think my memory is determined to never forget a single detail of that night, weeks ago, since I have vivid nightmares of it each time I close my eyes to rest. I try to appear normal for Zephyr and Reed, but I don’t think I’m fooling either one of them, since they have supernatural hearing, and I cry myself to sleep almost every night.

  I realize just how hard it had been for Reed while I was ill when I come downstairs for the first time and I see what he did to the dining room. It is almost empty now because Reed had smashed just about everything that had been in the room. Zephyr says Reed had made matchsticks out of the table, so they had already disposed of it. The ornate candlesticks that had graced the table are now indistinct hunks of metal, but a few resemble something out of a Dali painting; Reed had bent them in such a way that they appear as if they’d melted.

  It’s partly the reason Reed had terminated his staff: Andre and Greta. After all of the commotion with my recovery, the doctors being here, having to trash my car, and the police showing up, Reed just couldn’t keep persuading his staff that things weren’t extremely weird around here. He also realized that we would soon have four full-blown angels and two half angels in residence, so someone will always be messing up at the wrong time in front of Andre or Greta. He gave them both huge severance checks and found them new positions elsewhere.

  ***

  On Christmas morning, Reed, Zee, and I all converge in the library, where Reed and Zephyr both stack armloads of presents in front of me. “Um, wow, guys,” I murmur while nearly buried beneath a mound a gift-wrapped packages. “This is very nice and all, but, uh, nobody gets presents like this. It’s a little too much.”

  “What do you mean?” Zephyr asks me in a serious tone.

  I look around again at the towering piles of gifts. “I mean, you’re going to spoil me, and then I’ll be rotten, and you won’t like me anymore,” I reply.

  Zephyr frowns. “You cannot rot,” Zephyr replies, “your physiology is equipped with defensive—”

  “I don’t think she was being literal, Zee,” Reed interrupts him with a smile.

  “Never mind,” I say under my breath when I realize they have no idea how over the top this all is. I have to try harder not to ruin their first Christmas with a half-human.

  I open box after box of extravagant gifts. There are perfumes, a cell phone, iPods, a laptop, shoes, bags, coats, belts, jewelry, make-up, clothing, hair accessories, field hockey equipment, new snow skis and ski boots, snowboards, and that’s just what was wrapped. There are other things that couldn’t be wrapped like the new red Range Rover.

  Reed tries to hide his excitement as he holds my hand and leads me out to the driveway to see the car. “I had to get you a new one after what I did to your
car, so it’s not really a gift,” Reed explains.

  “Reed, it’s a Range Rover, not a used car,” I reply, knowing this cost ten times what my other car was worth—maybe more.

  “You don’t like it?” he asks, trying not to let me see his disappointment.

  Hurriedly, I say, “I never expected that you’d buy me a new car! Thank you, Reed,” I say, throwing my arms around him to hide my face in his chest. I am so overwhelmed by all that everyone has given me; I don’t know what to do. Reed seems pleased by my reaction. Picking me up off my feet, he gives me a gentle hug that is full of restraint—like he might break me.

  “I like Christmas. This is fun,” he says with a smile in his tone as he sets me on my feet again.

  “You know … you don’t have to buy me expensive gifts … I just like being here with you,” I say as we turn to go back into the house.

  “Evie, most of us have more money than we know what to do with, so it’s nothing to either of Zee or me to buy you anything you want,” he informs me, walking back to the library.

  “Why don’t you use your money to, I don’t know, cure extreme poverty or something like that, if you have so much of it?” I ask him probingly. We sit back down in the library by the tree, and I admire the lights that Reed had strung over it.

  “We can’t. It’s not allowed. We aren’t supposed to tamper with human lives in any way. We can’t interfere like that. It would throw things out of balance, skew them,” he says, trying to explain it to me.

  “Oh, I see. Can’t go helping the humans,” I say with sarcasm. “So how are you getting away with giving me all of this?” I ask him, spreading my arms to indicate all of the gifts that filled the room.

  “Loophole, you are not entirely human, now, are you?” he smiles at me winningly and I smile back.

  “If you can’t tamper with humans by giving them money, then how do you get away with being a major contributor to Crestwood?” I ask him, and realize that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of me all day.

  “I don’t give them all of the money myself. I mostly persuade the wealthy to contribute a little money to the school,” Reed explains.

  “But isn’t that still cheating? I mean, if you persuade them to do it?” I ask with a crooked smile.

  Reed puts his finger to his lips, “Shh … no one seems to have noticed, yet,” he says with a sublime smile.

  “Do you do that, too, Zee?” I ask Zephyr who is checking out the hand-held GPS that Reed had given him.

  Zephyr’s brow wrinkles in confusion. “Why would you think I could persuade the humans to do anything?”

  My eyes widen. “You can’t? But, I thought that it was a trait that all real angels could do,” I say in confusion.

  Zephyr laughs then at my naivetÉ and says, “Reed is the only angel I have ever known to be able to influence humans like he does. Can you imagine if we all could do it? The Fallen would have won for sure, since they would have probably told all the humans to kill each other, and then just collected their souls for Sheol. Game over, they win. No, thankfully, Reed is the only one who can persuade, and he only uses it for good. Well, mostly—I have a feeling that those doctors would disagree, but that was an emergency situation, and we will not worry about that now.”

  “He’s very unique then,” I say as I watch Reed watching me.

  “Yes,” Zephyr says, shrugging.

  I remember then that I have gifts for them, too. “Oh, I almost forgot to give you both your presents!” I say excitedly as I go to the tree and find the presents I had bought from the Internet. I hand them each their wrapped boxes, watching them while they open them.

  Zephyr smiles wickedly when he opens his first present. It is a Caracara knife. “High-carbon stainless steel with black tungsten DLC Coating and a titanium handle with carbon fiber. Thank you,” Zephyr says, not looking at the packaging, but knowing the weapon by sight alone. I shiver, seeing him wield the knife to test its weight and agility, grateful that he seems to like me now.

  He opens the next gift, which is a box of Twinkies. “What are these?” he asks in confusion.

  “Those are Twinkies; they go well with cognac,” Reed explains as I muffle a giggle. Zephyr doesn’t look convinced, but that doesn’t stop him from slicing the box open with his new knife and wickedly dissecting a poor, defenseless Twinkie.

  Reed opens his first present from me, which are several boxes of frozen mac and cheese packed in a cooler to keep them from thawing while under the tree.

  “What’s that?” Zephyr asks in a suspicious tone.

  “It’s mac and cheese. Have you ever had it?” Reed asks Zephyr.

  “No,” he says positively.

  “You haven’t lived, Zee,” Reed says, smiling into my eyes. He opens the next present and looks at me in confusion for a moment.

  “It’s my Uncle Jim’s class ring. He always used to wear it, and I loved playing with it when I was a little girl. I called my friend Molly and asked her to get it for me from my house and send it here. I want you to have it. You don’t have to wear it. It will make me happy to know you have it. I loved him more than anything in the world, and now I love you as much as that,” I say, trying really hard not to cry again because it seems as if that is all I ever do anymore.

  Gathering me in his arms, Reed holds me. “Thank you,” he whispers in my ear, and then slips the ring on his finger.

  “I don’t know how you did it, Evie, but you made us both look stingy,” Zephyr says, getting up from his seat and taking his box of Twinkies with him as he leaves us alone in the library.

  “Thank you for all of my presents.” I say to Reed, kissing his cheek and feeling his smooth skin beneath my lips.

  “Do you know what I keep thinking about?” Reed asks me.

  “No, what?” I reply.

  “I keep thinking about how much I enjoy this,” he says.

  “Christmas?” I murmur, distracted by his seductive lips.

  “Yes … and you being here with me. I have a family now, you and me …” he trails off, watching me to see my reaction.

  My heart beats faster. “Me?” I ask, feeling a warm sensation wrap around my heart, surprising me. “I’m your family?”

  “Yes,” he says gently, “and I will protect my family against anything that threatens it.” He brings my hand to his lips, kissing the back of my fingers gently.

  “Just about everything threatens it,” I reply with a sad smile.

  Reed’s fingers tighten on mine. “Zee and I are working on some strategies to change that, Evie,” he says in a serious tone.

  “You are?” I ask, feeling a small spark of hope grow inside of me.

  “You shouldn’t worry; I will take care of you,” he says with so much conviction that I feel myself beginning to believe that he can.

  Concern clouds my eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t,” I say, wanting to protect him, too.

  “Evie,” he says my name like a gentle caress, “I love you … and I’m not asking for your permission to protect you,” he says with a smile.

  My eyebrow quirks at his arrogance, before I say, “No, you’re not. I guess I’ll have to let you then, because I love you, too.”

  “I guess you will,” he grins, too happy to hide it. Slowly, he pulls me to him, brushing his lips gently against mine, and for the first time in weeks, I feel completely safe.

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  The Forgotten Ones

  by

  Laura Howard

  Chapter 1

  I caught a glimpse of my mother staring out the den window. She held her violin loosely under her chin, and the bow dangled from her fingertips. Her jaw was slack, her eyes locked on something in the trees beyond me. I knew that haunted expression. I froze.

  I swallowed hard as her eyes shifted to me. The violin fell from her chin, and I could see her bottom lip trembling.

  I should have been used to that reaction from her when she saw me during an episode. It happened every ti
me. But I wasn’t.

  I flew into the house as fast as my feet would carry me. The screen door crashed behind me as I came to a halt outside the den. My mother clutched fistfuls of her blonde hair, garbled words spilling from her lips.

  “I have to. I have to go out there,” she said. “He’s waiting for me.”

  She stood in the semi-darkness, mumbling, the only other sound the hum of the ceiling fan. I clung to the doorjamb as I watched my grandmother approach carefully. She placed her hands on my mother’s shoulders, and on contact my mother’s body stopped quaking. Gram crooned, rocking her back and forth, as she pulled her into her arms and led her away from the window.

  My stomach tightened, and I backed away to leave them alone. If she saw me again, who knew what would happen.

  I cringed as the floor creaked beneath me, and she jerked her head in my direction. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and the shaking began again. Breaking away from my grandmother, she stumbled backward toward the window. She raked her fingers down her face and hair as she moaned. “Liam . . . ” Tears streamed down her cheeks, causing thick strands of hair to stick to her face.

  I entered the room slowly, desperate not to step on another squeaky floorboard. Her green eyes burned into mine, and I locked my eyes on hers. No matter how many times she fought my attempts to soothe her, I had to keep trying. She was my mom.

  I reached for her shoulders. “Mom,” I whispered. “It’s just me.”

  She flinched. I knew she recognized me. I’d never met my father, but under my mattress I hid the only scrap I could find with his image on it. The picture—a strip of them actually—was taken before I was born in a photo booth in Ireland. I looked just like him. Considering how she often spoke his name when she was like this, my gut told me that she saw my father in me.

  She writhed as I touched her and clawed at my hands. Gurgling sounds came from somewhere deep in her throat, but I knew she was still saying my father’s name. I placed my hands gently over hers, my gaze steady, as though approaching a wounded animal. I took deep, soothing breaths the way Gram had taught me.