Sensational Six: Action and Adventure in Sci Fi, Fantasy and Paranormal Romance

by Sasha White

  Oh, God.

  She didn’t want to be here. If he was, who Merl said he was, then one of Chustaffus’s henchmen had taken over the Illinois Seer’s Palace.

  He held a cell in his hand and every once in a while spoke into the cell. Vela knew he relayed information, but to whom?

  Strapped to the chaise-longues were six women, of varying ethnicities, each wearing a white linen robe, and each grimacing as if in pain, eyes closed, sunk in a trance.

  Her instincts pushed her forward until she pressed her mind against Sharav’s and slid in, just as she had with Endelle earlier. The image stunned her, of herself naked, in the darkening, lying on a stone floor.

  The image meant something, but what?

  Sharav opened his eyes, so she quickly pulled out. He looked in her direction, but didn’t make eye contact which meant he still couldn’t see her. He rubbed his goatee. All the women relaxed and many whimpered in relief.

  “Who’s there? Great. More darkening shit. I don’t need this.”

  He reached out his hand and folded a second strange looking cell-phone into it. The words he spoke chilled her to the bone. “I need a wrecker here. Now.”

  Vela didn’t need a further hint. She turned and headed back the way she’d come, but shortly after she started moving, a blast sounded not far from her.

  She returned to Endelle’s sitting room, sweating and trembling. She sealed the doorway again, her arms high and spread out, her power flowed, but she knew she didn’t have enough juice to complete the job.

  “Merl,” she called out. “Need your help here.”

  But Merl was already there, hands planted on the wall and she felt the entry point seal up.

  She stepped back, staring at the darkening wall, watching it fade. In the great distance, she heard another blast but the wreckers were too late.

  When she turned, Samuel took her by the arms. “Where the hell did you go? Vela, don’t take off like that again. At least take me with, for Christ’s sake. Fuck, you’re shaking.” He drew her into his arms.

  She held onto him breathing hard. He slid his hand beneath the mass of her hair to the back of her neck and rubbed, which helped, but she struggled to process what she’d seen, how close the wreckers had gotten to her. Beyond that, what about the vision of herself lying naked, in the darkening, on a stone floor?

  She couldn’t seem to calm the hell down.

  Endelle turned to Alison. “Can you help us here?”

  Alison moved in and placed her hand on Vela’s head. The most wonderful warmth and compassion flowed and she finally took a deep breath. In slow stages, Vela began to calm down until she pulled away from Samuel.

  An odd vibration passed through her, a kind of knowing, as she shifted in Alison’s direction. Suddenly, she felt Alison, all that the woman experienced on a deep level as she applied her healing gift. She felt Alison’s fatigue, her level of anxiety for her young daughter’s safety, that she worried about her breh, Kerrick, all that time.

  On instinct, Vela met Alison’s gaze and as though flipping an internal switch, she turned the same compassion back on Alison, as though she reflected the woman’s power. Healing warmth reversed, flowing out of Vela’s mind and heart into the woman whose hand still rested on Vela’s head.

  Alison drew back, her brows lifted in surprise. She’d broken the contact and now stared at her hand. “What is that? What just happened?”

  But the power still flowed, so she extended her palm toward Alison. “May I?”

  Alison stared at Vela’s hand for a long moment, then finally nodded.

  Vela placed her hand on Alison’s forehead and as more healing flowed, the powerful ascender breathed a deep sigh of relief and murmured, “Heaven.”

  Vela kept up the process, wondering how this was even possible, how she could actually give back what Alison had given.

  When the sensation dimmed, Vela drew her hand back.

  “What the hell is going on?” Endelle barked. “We have a warrior to save. What did you just do to Alison?”

  Vela stared at her own hand. “I’m not sure. I felt she was distressed and offered the same comfort she had just given me.”

  “That was amazing.” Alison shook her head, her lips parted, brows raised. “And I actually feel at ease for the first time in a long time.”

  “And that’s what you just gave me. So, thank you.”

  Alison smiled, her blue, gold-rimmed eyes full of light. “I’m just amazed.”

  “Okay, knock it off with all this touchy-feely shit.” Endelle’s voice rang through the room. “Vela, what the fuck happened when you went into the darkening just now? And by-the-way, you sent your man into a shouting fit. I’ve never heard so much profanity bounce around a room before, unless I’d launched it.”

  Vela glanced between Endelle and Alison then back. She knew something significant had just happened, more than just giving comfort to Alison, but the scorpion queen demanded answers now.

  Fully restored, Vela set her attention on Endelle. “The darkening called me to the Seers Palace. A Third ascender has taken Owen Stannett’s place. I believe he’s the one that held Samuel prisoner all that time, the one called Sharav.”

  She gave a description of him and Samuel nodded. “That’s probably him.”

  Endelle turned to Merl. “Does that sound right?”

  He nodded, his brows drawn together.

  “Fuck.” Endelle released a heavy sigh and after a moment addressed Thorne. “I think we have our answer about what happened, and how the three generals knew where and when to attack.”

  “Seer information.” Thorne, making use of his deep, gravelly voice, released his own stream of profanity. “I should get over there. I’ll take a division if I have to and tear that goddamn place down stone-by-fucking-stone.”

  “I think that’s a plan,” Endelle said. “But right now, let’s get Duncan out. If this Third asshole also orchestrated Duncan’s capture, then he might decide to speed up the execution.”

  Thorne nodded briskly several times, turning toward Samuel. “Since you’ve already been inside the grid, I want you to take lead.”

  All eyes shifted to Samuel. “The only thing we’re not sure about is how to distract the wreckers so we can attack and get their weapons. We should figure out a way to move in from a flank position, maybe lure a squad of wreckers to us. But how do we trick them?”

  “I know what to do,” Vela interjected. “When I was in the darkening, I slipped into Sharav’s head and saw exactly how this would go down, at least the first part of it. Trust me.”

  “What did you see?” Samuel scowled.

  Vela switched to telepathy and told him what she’d seen in the vision, of herself, naked on the floor.

  But Samuel took a step back. “No,” he shouted. “Hell the fuck no.”

  Vela wasn’t certain what to do or how to convince him this was best, but Endelle laughed and moved in to clap Samuel on the shoulder. “Settle down, warrior. Vela can do this thing.”

  “You don’t even know what she suggested.”

  Endelle met Vela’s gaze. “Sure I do. I dove straight into her mind and saw what you just saw. Nice ass, by the way. You work out much?”

  “Stay on point,” Thorne said.

  Endelle rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She addressed Samuel. “Vela’s right. The plan will work like a charm. Three men with weapons, coming across a vision like that? So, get over yourself, or the breh-hedden, or whichever monster has control of you right now.”

  “What’s going on?” Leto called out, his deep beast-voice booming through the room. “Can you let us in on this?”

  “Vela’s going to play ‘butt-naked decoy’. But you boys just be respectful, which I know you will be.”

  Thorne and Leto exchanged a glance, then turned a boatload of compassion on Samuel.

  “We know what you’re going through,” Thorne said. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep our distance.”

  Samuel paled as he said, �
��Fine. I guess there’s only one more question to ask and answer: Vela, can you move all of us through the darkening at once? This will be a big group.”

  Vela glanced at Fiona and Alison, Leto and Thorne. “Hell, yeah, I can. And Thorne, you’ll want to be in flight battle gear. And don’t worry, none of you need to be physically connected or anything, not for this trip.”

  In a blur, Thorne changed.

  Samuel took her hand and squeezed. “Are you absolutely sure?”

  “Never more sure in my life.”

  * * * * * * * * *

  Samuel released his dark power, not surprised that all eyes shifted in his direction as his smoky grayle mist rose around him and his energy flowed, strengthening all that he was as a man and a warrior.

  He knew the latent streams of power were still there, but for now, he was good.

  He turned to Vela, still holding her hand. The soft answering smile eased him as he dipped his chin. “Take us into the darkening.”

  “Let’s go.”

  She might have blinked, he wasn’t sure, but the next moment, as a group, they sped without walking or running, just a swift form of levitation up one darkening grid tunnel after the next. Vela’s power held them together as a group, on and on, following some kind of internal compass that she possessed.

  “We’re close to contact,” Vela called out. “As soon as the wreckers stop, fold behind them and do what you do best.”

  Samuel held his sword in his free hand. Vela slowed their joint movement, then brought the group to a halt. In the near distance an explosion sounded.

  She turned to Samuel and said, “Hang tough on this one, on what I have to do next.”

  He tightened down his caveman instincts and nodded.

  To the other men, she said, “You might want to look away. I’ll signal Samuel, then take care of business. Right now, get down, as low as you can.” Leto and Thorne nodded. “Alison, Fiona, you’ll be safest pressed against the grid wall.”

  Two more nods.

  She waved her hand and lost her clothes. Samuel watched her speed twenty feet away and stretch out on her side, on the stone floor that matched Duncan’s cell.

  He could hardly recognize the feeling that ripped through him, but again fear and pride split him; a terrible fear that his woman lay, completely vulnerable, this far away from him, and pride that she’d reached beyond her previous convictions, setting them aside, to save another ascender’s life.

  A second explosion, closer this time.

  Alison and Fiona stood right next to the grid wall. He thought about Duncan and as his grayle power flowed, he extended his senses. Duncan was nearby.

  Vela, how we doin’? he sent.

  Duncan’s about thirty yards from here.

  I can sense him now. Samuel’s biceps flexed.

  They’re almost here. Ten, nine, eight…

  Samuel continued the count so that the other warriors could hear. “Seven, six, five, four…” Leto and Thorne both leaned forward. “Three, two…”

  A grid wall exploded not five feet from Vela, but she didn’t budge, not even a hair’s breadth. Wall debris, like black ash from a fire, blanketed the area and three wreckers broke through, three massive Third Earth Warriors, in kilted flight battle gear, shotguns over shoulders. Big motherfuckers.

  “What the hell is this?” The leader stared down at Vela. Like the description of Sharav, he wore three braids on either side of his face, clipped back in low hanging loops. All the men had long hair, Warrior of the Blood long.

  “Something stinks here.” The wrecker on the left backed away from Vela. “I say we waste her and get the hell out of this tunnel.”

  Samuel gave the signal, a forward slice of his arm in Vela’s direction.

  And just as the wreckers lifted their heads to look down the tunnel, Samuel folded. He reappeared, at the same time as Thorne and Leto, behind the men.

  Samuel sliced across his adversary’s forearm, striking almost to the bone so that the wrecker’s shotgun fell to the floor. But a second later, the bastard turned to face him, a sword in his other hand, as though he’d barely felt the wound. He topped Samuel by at least two inches, and his skills matched the Warriors of the Blood.

  Samuel bumped up his grayle power, adding new streams of the dark mist, which brought his opponent’s eyebrows up a couple of notches.

  “Surprise.”

  Game on and never had a sword felt so good in his hand, or his new power so magnificent as in this moment when he battled the bastard who had said, ‘Let’s waste her.’

  Both Leto and Thorne had taken on a wrecker and a sword-fight ensued so that the sound of metal against metal echoed up and down the tunnel. Because the element of surprise had worn off, it was just vampire-against-vampire.

  Chapter Seven

  The moment the explosion had sounded, Vela had leaped to her feet, waved a hand and got dressed. She hurried back to join Alison and Fiona. She watched in awe as Fiona allowed Alison to access her body, to essentially take her over so that Fiona’s obsidian flame power could amplify Alison’s ability to reconfigure weapon identification. In the process, Alison’s body grew lax against the darkening grid wall, present-but-not-present.

  Fiona gave herself a shake. When she moved, she even brushed her hair away from her face like Alison would have done.

  As the battle raged, Fiona turned in the direction of the three weapons that had slid toward them on the floor.

  Vela caught her hand, holding her back. “Are you sure?”

  She turned to Vela and touched her forehead. “Don’t worry. I can do this.” Alison again, speaking from Fiona’s lips and staring at Vela from Fiona’s silvery-blue eyes. “I’m going to start working these weapons now. And I can feel it in every cell of my body that I can do this.”

  Fiona, now Alison, moved swiftly in the direction of the battle, heading toward the nearest weapon.

  Vela held her breath as Fiona stretched out her hand. The weapon flew toward her.

  “Please work, please work, please work,” Vela murmured.

  Beyond, the men battled.

  The weapon reached Fiona’s hand and even at this distance, Vela felt an electric current pass up and down the tunnel. Fiona held up the weapon. “One down,” she called out.

  Vela let go of a huge sigh of relief.

  At almost the same moment, one of the wreckers fell to the stone floor and Thorne took his head.

  Vela wanted to look away, but couldn’t. She’d never seen a battle close up before, not like this. The one she’d witnessed at the Superstitions had still been at a greater distance and within the safety of the darkening.

  Thorne turned in Leto’s direction, and in a blinding move, folded, reappeared behind the second wrecker and shoved a dagger into his lower back. As the Third Warrior arched at the sudden unexpected pain, Leto drove his sword through his chest. When he withdrew the blade, the wrecker also toppled to the floor.

  Leto removed his head.

  Thorne turned, extended his hand in Fiona’s direction. She didn’t hesitate but tossed the reconfigured shotgun to him.

  She repeated the process twice more, rendering each weapon harmless. Leto ran toward her and took one of the shotguns from her. He then moved back to Alison’s uninhabited body and stood guard.

  All the while, Leto battled the wrecker, who had also released his grayle power, so that two plumes of mist, one dark and smoky, the other gray and almost green-tinged, flowed in strange whirls above the warriors, moving in a strange counter-dance.

  Thorne stood off to the side, shotgun in hand, looking for an opportunity, his eyes intent on the battle.

  Vela watched mesmerized as both warriors battled in an incomprehensible blur of levitation and folding.

  Fiona returned to stand close to Alison and, like watching a sliding door part swiftly, the women disconnected and became themselves. Both remained silent as the final battle progressed.

  Vela’s heart swelled at the sight of Samuel ke
eping pace with the Third Warrior.

  “Look at him move,” Alison whispered. “My God.”

  “I know.” Fiona breathed raggedly, her arms now crossed over her chest.

  Then she felt it, another vibration through the grid. “More wreckers.”

  “Shit,” Leto muttered. “At least we have the weapons.”

  A distant explosion sounded.

  They had to get this job done and get out of there. They were running out of time.

  She had to do something. She focused on Samuel, and without giving it too much thought, she entered Samuel’s mind which whirred with movement, just as he moved. She relaxed and sent him her power, a soft stream of energy.

  What followed was a kind of explosive response in Samuel as he whirled in the air, just as the wrecker whirled, but did a lateral whipping movement, took his opponent out at the knees.

  Thorne moved in, and took his head.

  The battle was over.

  Vela called out. “We’ve got to get to get Duncan. Now!”

  The men started running in her direction. She gathered her darkening ability, swept up the group and carried them swiftly, not backward, but onward, straight to Duncan’s cell. The darkening allowed her to see inside, where two workers were cutting an unconscious warrior down.

  “Men, use those damn weapons and let’s get Duncan now. Here.” She patted the wall. Another distant explosion sounded. “We’ve got about twenty seconds.”

  Samuel approached the wall, lifted his weapon and fired, which sent him backward on his ass, but the wall disintegrated. Thorne and Leto launched inside, pushed the slaves away, grabbed Duncan then hauled him back into the darkening. He was still bound by ropes and bled from one end of his body to the next.

  Just as an explosion took out the wall opposite, Vela sped the group down tunnel after tunnel, faster and faster. She could feel Duncan’s life force ebb. The warrior was almost gone. Forget the execution, he’d been beaten and sliced to the absolute rim of death.