by E. M. Moore
I turned toward her, and grabbed her hand. “If that happens, you need to keep them away from me. I’ll go back to The Fort alone. I’ll go through the training and finish at the top. But to save all of us, they need to stay away.”
Isabelle blinked, her pupils dilating. After a few seconds, she focused on me. “Did they tell you about me? That I can sense things in people?”
I gave her a funny look. I so wasn’t expecting that. “No…”
“I have a gift, Ariana. When I come into contact with people, I can sense things about them. That’s why I could tell the other day that Connor had started to phase.” She looked at me and winked. A wave of embarrassment hit me in the chest. “With you, I sense the purist of love, and survival. You have the healthiest fighting reflex I’ve ever witnessed before. Not physically, but this extra something inside you that says you won’t go down without a struggle. It’s admirable.” She let go and smiled fondly. “With Nicolai, it was his determination even as a young child that drew me to him. Stephan’s ability to love and care, Connor’s joy for life, and Christian, he reminded me the most of Gregor. He has a great mind and a strong will. Then, there was Trevor.”
Jake, I thought, my heart aching. He’d always be Jake to me.
A far away smile floated across Isabelle’s lips. “When I first saw Trevor, I knew he would change something for us. He was fragile, not a child I usually would choose, but he had this heart that was undeniable.”
I peered at her. “So, you chose your children based on what you could perceive in them?”
“I knew we needed the strongest children we could get, that there was going to be an era of great change and that our children would need to be mighty enough to be able to withstand it. The ones I didn’t see coming were Trevor—and you.” She stared at me. “Behind every great mind, every warrior, is the reason to fight. With my boys, that’s you. And that’s more than I could ever ask for. You’ve done for them in such a short while what Gregor and I have tried to instill in them since they were younger. They just needed their reason.”
I smiled at that. Who wouldn’t want to hear they’d made the persons they cared for better people? “Can you tell what’s going to happen?”
Her eyes clouded over and she stood. The connection between us broke apart. I’d seen a flicker of something in her eyes before she turned away though. A moment that turned my stomach. She smoothed her dress down. “It’s never good to know the future. Trust me. What I do know is that you’ll do the right thing for them, and that’s all I need to know.” She gave me a brief smile and then excused herself.
I threw myself back on Jake’s bed and stared up at the ceiling. All around me, dust had risen into the air and floated. I wondered if they buried bodies in this world just like they did in the human one. If they did, I’d like to go see where Jake was. I owed him a lot. They hadn’t all just left me behind like I thought, he’d found a way to get me again. I had everything to thank him for and I wanted to do just that. After a little while, I sat up, touched the picture of us, and then left his room.
My heart hung in my chest, suspended, not knowing what to feel or think. The boys were still downstairs. Did that mean they were fighting for us down in that Council room? But they weren’t just fighting for us, they were fighting for every guard and every vamp who wanted to love whoever they wanted. Basically, they were fighting for the choice. Without choice, we were destined to live a stagnant, dull life with no opportunities. So, the princes could think they were fighting for just us like Isabelle said, but they were doing so much more than that.
* * * * *
I awoke with a start. Red lights flashed on and off in my room accompanied by the wail of what sounded like a fire engine. But the sound wasn’t coming from outside, it was right in the room with me. I closed my hands over my ears and looked around. It was now dark outside, and it was just me, by myself, with no princes.
I hurried out of the room and peeked down the hall. A knot formed in my throat, but aside from the alarm, it was eerily silent and vacant. If the princes had returned from the meeting, they would’ve found me. I ran down the hall and took the stairs two at a time. There was much more activity on the first floor. Servants were running into other room and slamming doors behind them. “What’s going on?” I called out, pulling on one woman who was trying to veer around me.
“It’s the breached alarm. Run!” she screamed.
Run? Run where?
I shook my head and barreled out the front door. I looked toward the guard wing. Guards dressed all in black ran toward the front of the estate. I took off running with them. If there really was a breach, we needed to stop it. Somewhere in that castle were my princes and the royal family. No one was getting past the gates for even the chance to get to them.
My lungs burned as I ran. My feet slapped against the pavement and then felt the cool, soft grass as I ran closer to the huddle of guards near the gate station. Spotting Matthews first, I ran up to him. “What’s going on?”
“We had one in the main gate.”
When we got closer, I heard Lex barking into a walkie talkie, asking for a status. Staticked voices came on next, shouting out a number and then saying ‘All clear’. I pushed my way through the crowd until I got to her. When number ten came on and said all clear, she closed her eyes and sighed. In the next span of a second though, she was all business again. “Did someone get the doctor?”
She crouched down and that was when I saw it—or rather him. What was left, anyway.
Behind me, people started shouting, but all I could see was the lifeless body on the ground at my feet. Blank eyes stared up, and blood still oozed from a neck gash. It looked like someone chewed on the guard’s neck like a puppy chew toy.
“Vampire?”
Lex looked up then. She found me and nodded. “Rogue.” She shook her head. “Son of a bitch! He’s already gone,” she sad, her fingers at the pulse on his wrist.
“Who is it?” someone from the back of the crowd called out.
“Johnson,” she said, her voice dropping. She tore her shirt off and laid it over Johnson’s face.
I blinked, remembering the downright animalistic scene in front of me. Underneath her black shirt, the blood still ran down the pavement. It routed around the foot of Lex’s sneaker and it was headed straight for mine.
My stomach rolled.
She stood. “Has to be rogue,” she said. “Wounds are exactly like the other incidents in town. Stations are all clear. Singular incident.”
The crowd started to disperse as a group came forward. They were carrying a stretcher and took over the scene. I stood back, watching with Lex and Matthews, then eventually T.J. joined us. When they picked up the guard to remove him from the front gate house, we were the only ones left. Lex told Matthews to watch the front until she could find relief for him. She and T.J. then began to walk toward the security wing.
I was stuck in my head. Flashes of different scenes throughout my life kept popping in my head. My mom, the guard, Kay. I’d seen a lot of death for one person, and there was no way I was finished yet.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” T.J. said, his voice terse. “The royal family isn’t even here. Why the attack?”
“It must’ve been poised at the guards. For some reason, people don’t seem to like us right now.”
My heart thumped in my chest. It took seconds for me to even form the question because I was too scared I’d heard him right. “The royal family isn’t even here? What do you mean? Where are they?”
“They had business down South. The princes decided to join them at the last minute,” Lex explained. “We were short on guards because some went with them, and they probably knew that. This was definitely an attack on guards.”
My breaths came in shallow gasps. “The princes aren’t here?”
“No. Isabelle wanted them with her after the decision came down today.”
I stopped. When they noticed, they stopped too, only a few feet aw
ay. “The Council made a decision?”
Lex’s eyes turned down. “Any relationship between a vampire and guard is strictly prohibited now. If it’s not about business, we can’t interact.”
I staggered back, the news—and the realization—hitting me like a punch to the gut. They’d left me here. I’d told Isabelle to keep them away from me, but I at least wanted to say goodbye.
“If it helps any, the princes were pissed.” Lex shrugged, her commander armor was in place, but there were some chinks there, too. This affected her more than she was letting on.
“God damn Checkov and his fear mongering,” T.J. seethed.
“It was Royce Michaelson,” I said, my voice almost to a whisper. “They didn’t like that thrown in their faces.”
“Yeah, like they could catch suicide just because they had a relationship with one of us.”
“It was you, too,” Lex said. “You and the princes.” She looked away, her jaw working. “From what I heard, Checkov wouldn’t shut up about that. We know he could care less about the Ravanas, but he sure didn’t mind using them as a reason to help his purist cause out.”
“M-me? Why?”
“You were there. You heard,” Lex said, her voice hard. “His interrogating Stephan about why he went after you to save you. He was painting a picture for everyone about how no good could come from any kind of relationship with a guard. It played right into his hands. He had all the vamps there so scared that if they didn’t need us for protection, they’d probably start a mass deportation of us all. Wipe our memories and kick us out.
“Can they do that?”
“It would be stupid. They’d leave themselves wide open and vulnerable. These rogue vampires won’t stop at guards. No, they want chaos, and that’s what they’ll get if this shit doesn’t stop.”
She turned on her heels and walked away.
I stared after her, but T.J. gave me a half shrug. “It’s not you, Ariana. She’s been pissed at vampire politics for a long time. Working with the Ravanas, she’s had it easier than most of us. My former employees barely even spoke to me, so hey, this is no skin off my back. But for her, this is unacceptable. She’ll calm down.”
I nodded numbly. My mind racing. A dead guard. No princes. The Fort. I had to get back there. That’s what I told Isabelle I would do if they enforced this rule. I’d go back to The Fort and work my ass off. I pulled my shoulders back and stood up straighter. “I need to get back to The Fort.”
“Tomorrow,” he said. “No one’s leaving here tonight.”
I nodded, and walked away. In the back of my head, I knew I should’ve asked him for a place to sleep in the guard wing. It was my place now after all, but part of me couldn’t stand the thought of it. I’d give myself this one last night to indulge in my fantasies, then tomorrow, when I went back to The Fort, I’d settle into the new norm of no Ravanas until they could change their world’s collective minds.
I stared straight ahead as I made it up both staircases. I slipped right past my door, then all of theirs—including Jake’s—and further down the second hall that led to the library. The blankets were all still in the middle of the floor. Except… I took a step back and looked down. There was something different about the way they were lying. Almost as if they had been put there for a reason, arranged there. I spotted the desk on the other side. Running toward it, I carefully avoided the arranged blankets and then hopped up.
There. I saw it now. In the middle of the floor was a blanket design of the tattoo on my upper arm. There were my blankets that made up the rose, then there were each of theirs, turning and twisting its way around a long, thin neutral colored blanket until they led to the flower bloom. I sat down on my bottom and brought my knees to my chest.
They were still here with me, not physically, but right here, somewhere deep inside where they would always have a little piece of me no matter what happened. I smiled though the heat gathered behind my eyes. It was hard to tell myself that this was just temporary because even though I knew in my heart I’d see them again, I also knew that changing politics and governments was an uphill battle. And one I had to play my part in.
Chapter Nineteen
I was beginning to think of my life as three parts: Before Ravanas, During Ravanas, and After Ravanas.
It was three days AR, and I’d been able to keep myself relatively sane. Thanks to working out, I barely had free time to think about anything, including them. Once Samuel drove me back to The Fort, I threw myself into training. Early mornings were for the obstacle course. Then, I’d stop for breakfast, but retreat to the gym until lunch. The gym consisted of a heavy dose of weight training to try to make the strength obstacles easier for me. So far, it was working. I started timing myself on the rope climb now and was surprised to find that since returning to The Fort, I’d shaved five seconds off my time getting to the top. The hardest part was turning around and remembering there was no one there to celebrate with. My chest ached when I remembered how happy Christian was to see me at the top, how he’d made me climb again just so he could get a picture to send to the rest of them. We were a unit. A family. That wasn’t happening anymore. As I said, relatively sane.
After lunch, I went for a run and then other calisthenics like jumping jacks, burpees, squats. The kind of things that were easy enough, but you still had to keep your mind on what you were doing so you didn’t hurt yourself. After dinner, I returned to my room to read the books I’d borrowed from the Ravanas’ library. The problem was, exhaustion hadn’t let me learn very much. More often than not, I’d woken up with the book on my chest or face down on the floor. Good for keeping my mind occupied, but bad for learning vampire world history.
The other trainees had taken Samuel’s idea of closing The Fort down as a literal break. There weren’t many others left on the grounds to avoid. Some had even decided to go home, but today, that would all change. Classes were back in session, and not the usual ones either. According to the insight I’d been able to gain from Samuel on the drive back to The Fort, even more classes were being added to our studies. And not just physical ones either, actual classes. I balked at that when he first told me, but Samuel explained that with the way things were going, maybe a vampire-human politics class wasn’t such a bad idea. I had to admit it was eye-opening what little I’d been able to read from the Ravanas’ books. For instance, even though the Ravanas’ rule had gone back for centuries, they weren’t the first ruling family. The family before them, who sounded like a bunch of d-bags by the way, were overthrown by the Ravanas’ ancestors. It was kind of cool to read about them in books, how they’d risen up against a family that was becoming domineering and turned the course of the vampire world around forever. To think I knew someone—four someones—who descended from them. It was pretty cool. It was like knowing someone who descended from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. or Abraham Lincoln. These guys were the good guys, as if I already didn’t know that.
The other interesting tidbit I learned was that the idea of human guards had been put into place when the previous family had ruled. They were so scared of an uprising that they brought in human protection, like slaves, to do their bidding. When the Ravanas took over, the prestigious families were unwilling to give up their guards. They felt more secure with them around so even though they had peace, and they weren’t all that necessary, the guards stayed. The Ravanas’ ancestors instituted a rule that every vampire family could have only one guard. Over time, the guards’ positions and training changed. Now, the Rajyvik’s had taken over the guard training with an actual institution and curriculum. As with anything, the position evolved. With humans becoming more and more armed, the vampires wanted their security to be able to withstand them, which meant more than just being posted outside their houses. It meant real skills with martial arts and weapons. I wished I’d been able to find a whole book on guard history because the topic was so interesting to me. They should discuss the history of it more, but then again, if I’d grown up in this world lik
e most everyone else here had, I’d already know this stuff.
The morning classes began again started out like any other morning. I woke up with the first rays of the sun and ran the obstacle course a few times. All evening, I’d heard more and more trainees returning back to The Fort for the start of classes, but I stayed in my room, intermittently sleeping and reading until I fell into a deep slumber. The mornings were starting to get a little bit cool. So, even though sweat dripped off me, the cool morning air chilled my skin, making the use of a sweatshirt right after working out necessary. I was just pulling it on as I jogged up to the main guardian building when a hand clamped down on my shoulder. Without thinking, I grabbed a hold of it, reached back to grab the person’s neck, and kicked my leg out, sending them sprawling in the air and barreling toward the ground. The ground shook when the body hit. I peered down over the person who’d tried to get me. His eyes were wide and round with shock. “J-jesus, Ariana. It’s just me.”
I blinked to bring my mind into focus. I was in fight mode, my body reacting on instinct. Some would call it paranoia, but not me. I was abducted and locked up by a fellow guard, saved Connor from holy water, then clawed by a vampire within a span of a few weeks. And, that was just the adult stuff. That didn’t bring in the school BS that Zeke put me through. I called this being prepared, not paranoid. My body still tight like a coil ready to spring, I slowly started to relax once the figure in front of me became more clear. “What the hell, Evan?” I said, stepping back and reaching a hand out to him. “I almost took your face off.”
He allowed me to help him up, but then took a generous step back. “I see that.” He eyed me warily, but shit. I wasn’t going to apologize. You didn’t come up behind someone and surprise them like that. With the Ravanas gone, no one here should be touching me unless we were training. “You okay?” he asked, still staring at me as if I’d kicked his puppy.
