Elemental Darkness (Paranormal Public Series)

by Edwards, Maddy

  I just wanted to do something. I now knew who my father had been, but what had happened to him? Where was Dobrov? Was there a way I could talk to Keller?

  I went to my classes, but I didn’t pay any attention when I got there. I had no idea what was said and I took no notes. I was lost in thoughts that just kept going around and around.

  After class I returned to Astra. I knew my friends would be back soon, so I didn’t have long to wait. I’d just opened the book I’d started reading in the middle of the night, Dances with Fey Elves, to distract myself, when Sip came tumbling into Astra. I was in the living room, sitting as close to the fire as I possibly could without actually sitting in it, which wouldn’t have done me much good anyway.

  “What is it?” I demanded. I’d been so absorbed in reading about my father’s family (it felt strange to call them mine) that I hadn’t even heard her come in.

  “The demons are attacking everywhere,” she whispered. “A message came from Carl, before he was cut off. Ricky. . . .”

  My heart stopped. Time slowed and I felt like I was running in a black tunnel without getting anywhere. My focus pinpointed the purple eyed girl in front of me, and then, without hesitation, I scrambled to my feet and raced to the door. I had never felt so frightened in my life. Sip followed me. This was beyond words.

  I knew we had left Ricky at home too long. The demons had finally come for him.

  I started to dash out of the house, but Sip caught my arm.

  “Charlotte,” she said desperately. “Carl, before he died, said something about black magic and a premier. . . .” She choked on her tears. She had just had to tell me that my stepfather had been murdered.

  Chapter Forty

  “Are there faster ways to travel than flying?” I cried to Sip. My heart was beating so fast my chest hurt and talking was hard. Yelling was easier.

  The fear in the werewolf’s eyes was no comfort.

  “There are,” she said slowly, “but I’m not sure we should be using them.”

  “We don’t have a choice,” I yelled. “We have to get to Ricky. Now. Demons. Demons!”

  I couldn’t even form coherent sentences. I had just heard for the first time the story of how my parents had separated and given up their lives to protect Ricky and me, and I couldn’t let anything happen to him now.

  “I should have gone to get him,” I said, kicking myself uselessly. “We never should have left him with Carl. How can a human protect him!”

  “You couldn’t have, not really,” said Sip evenly. “Carl didn’t want it, and what would you have done with him?”

  “Left school! Kept him safe! Anything!” I cried frantically.

  “We’re flying,” said Sip. “I’ll even get on a broom.” We dashed outside. I didn’t have the mental faculties at the moment to call brooms, so it was a good thing Sip kept such a level head.

  “We’ll ride one,” she said. It wasn’t a question. She forced me on, despite my reluctance, and then followed. The other ways to travel, Blasts they were called, were very dangerous, basically like a magical cannon that would shoot up through the air. You had to be a very skilled paranormal to guide your landing your speedy flight and make a safe landing. There were all kinds of stories of paranormals blasting before they were ready. They usually ended badly, with a struck tree or a hit bird, a botched landing or no landing at all.

  I felt sure that some of the stories were only meant to scare us, but they had succeeded.

  “I hope you know what you’re doing,” I said grimly to Sip. She patted my shoulder.

  “We’ll get there,” she said.

  “I know,” I answered darkly. “I’m just not sure it’ll be in time.”

  Lough dashed out after us. “I’m coming too,” he cried. I could see his ring pulsing as he called another broom.

  I didn’t look at him. I would need all my energy for the battle ahead.

  “Fine,” I said, “but we’re not waiting for you.”

  I pushed off, using magic to speed the process. I felt my body jerk back and Sip’s hands tighten around my waist as our weight shifted, then we were airborne.

  It took us only a matter of minutes to get to my quiet house in my quiet town, but it felt like a lifetime. I’m pretty sure I held my breath the whole time, with horrible images of my brother being ripped apart dashing through my mind as we flew.

  To my relief, Lough kept up. We needed all the help we could get.

  “I’m okay,” Ricky gasped, his eyes wide with fear. “I didn’t know you were a member of a gang,” he said. He struggled to sit up. I helped him.

  “Ricky,” I breathed, fighting sobs, “I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry.”

  His face was streaked with dirt and his eyes were unfocused. His hair was going every which way, and with a trembling hand I smoothed it flat.

  “I’m okay,” he said again, but I thought it was just as much to reassure himself as to comfort me.

  “I know,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

  “Dad.” Ricky’s voice broke as he said it.

  I rocked him back and forth, holding him close. Sip and Lough waited for us, and I knew there was no time, but I couldn’t bring myself to move him yet.

  “Charlotte,” Sip whispered, “we have to go. They never left. They just retreated.”

  “Ricky,” Sip said, bending down so that she was at eye level with my brother. I know she wanted to ask what had happened, but she didn’t want to upset him even more.

  “Wow,” he said, “cool eyes.”

  Sip gave a small smile. “Thank you. Can you tell us what happened, like about who attacked you and how you protected yourself? That might help us get out of here alive.”

  Ricky’s eyes widened, and I could tell he was trying to be brave.

  “I don’t know who attacked me,” he said. “At first I saw a big black dog, then a lot of shadows. They were everywhere. It was hot and they were clawing . . . I came home and Dad was yelling for me to run and then he was screaming. He had his shotgun, but what can a gun do against shadows? I ran upstairs.” Ricky swallowed hard. He coughed and covered his mouth.

  “I’m not sure I remember,” he whispered. His eyes searched the darkness around us.

  I hugged Ricky more tightly. “You’re going to be fine now. I promise. Okay? I promise, you’re going to be fine. Were there any people? Or was it just . . . things?”

  Ricky stared at me. “You know what they are? The bad things?”

  “Ricky,” said Sip, her voice very kind, “we can’t explain right now, but we need to know what happened, okay? Charlotte promises she’ll explain letter.”

  “Does Charlotte promise that?” Ricky asked, his voice just the slightest bit dry.

  “You two are definitely siblings,” said Sip approvingly, rocking back on her heels.

  I grinned and brushed a strand of Ricky’s hair off his forehead. “Sure are.”

  “It was mostly things, but there was someone, she saved me. She came in, all quiet, but she saved me. She was so powerful.” he shrugged. “I never saw her face. She moved too fast.”

  “The darkness premier,” said Sip, her voice filled with fear. “She wasn’t here to save you. She was here to take you with her. She doesn’t want you harmed.”

  Ricky vehemently shook his head. “No,” he said. “No, she saved me. She wanted to get me away, not give me to the demons. There was something familiar about her.”

  “Ricky,” I said, trying to shush him. “You don’t have to fight anymore. It’s over. We know the premier wanted you, but I’m glad you got away, whatever the reason.”

  “I know what I saw,” Ricky cried. “Why’d you ask me if you weren’t going to believe me?”

  “Come on,” I said, urging him to stand. Ricky jumped to his feet, but it was already too late. Underneath us I could feel the house shake. Gasping as pieces of the ceiling started to fall, we darted for the door.

  “Come on,” said Lough. “We know the place is surround
ed by demons. Let’s get out of here.”

  Just then the floor shook and black smoke shot into the room. I felt the world shake and roll.

  “It’s no use,” Lough yelled. “We’re never getting out in time.”

  Demons poured up the stairs as our first floor became an inferno. I was knocked backward from the force of the blaze.

  “Shut the door,” Sip yelled.

  “If we shut it, how will we get out?” I yelled back.

  “How will we live if we don’t?”

  “The door’s pretty flimsy protection,” said Lough, helping me into Ricky’s bedroom.

  Ricky stood behind Sip, already a head taller than the werewolf. I could see the firelight reflected in his gray eyes.

  “What are those things?” he asked.

  “Demons,” I said. “Well, and throw in a couple of hellhounds.”

  “Sweet,” said Ricky, his eyes huge. “That’s terrifying.”

  “Just wait until you see a darkness mage.”

  “Is that what Lisabelle was?” he asked me curiously.

  “Yes,” I said, glancing at him. “What made you think of her?” My heart ached even more, wishing she were there.

  “I think that’s who I saw,” he said, almost thoughtfully, as if we weren’t surrounded by monsters and fighting for our lives.

  “Lisabelle is engineering the paranormals’ demise from Vampire Locke,” I said. “She wouldn’t be here.”

  “I don’t know what most of those words you just said mean,” Ricky pointed out. “Vampire what?”

  Sip glanced at me worriedly. As Lough helped Ricky get further away from the door she whispered, “Can you figure out a way for us to get out of here alive?”

  To my horror, the very floor we were standing on was becoming hot. I could see fire through the crack in the door.

  “Can we survive being burned away?” I whispered back, glancing at my brother. I at least had to get Ricky out.

  “You probably can,” said Sip. “You’re a fire elemental, after all. Werewolves not so much.”

  “If Ricky is as well, that should also help,” I said, taking a deep breath. “It might be time to fight fire with fire.”

  Sip smiled sadly and planted her feet more firmly. “I like it. Let’s make a last stand.”

  Sip, for all her knowledge and study of magic, was best in hand to hand, or fur to fur, combat. This was something else entirely, so she stepped behind me and waited for me to blast off the door. In an ordinary fire, opening a door would have been a terrible idea, at least that’s what Carl and my mother had always told me when I was little. But this wasn’t an ordinary fire, and I wasn’t running. I ruled fire, and I longed to teach the demons that they weren’t the only beings who could make something burn.

  My vision went blurry, but I fought to keep my eyes on my brother. I tried to tell Sip to get him out, but my mouth was filled with smoke.

  I gasped as the demons closed in, and then there was a hellhound standing over me, breathing hot smoke. Its eyes were the color of dead leaves, but its body was ready to spring into action at any sign that I planned to run. I wanted to run desperately, but there was nowhere left for us to go.

  I felt a pain deep in the pit of my stomach that I didn’t think even breathing easy would erase. I had failed the one person I had never wanted to fail.

  Sip crawled over to me. She was covered in dirt and her jaw hung slack.

  “I’m sorry, Charlotte,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

  Lough and Ricky, crouching on my other side, watched silently. Lough tried to place his body between the younger boy and the demons, but there were so many of them it hardly mattered.

  The nearest demon, surely a Demon of Knight judging by its size and armor, stepped forward. He held a sword and pointed it directly at Ricky.

  “No,” I cried. “No, no, no! You can’t have him.”

  I tried to rise, but the demon shoved me back down again. At least I managed to land in such a way that my body was between the demon’s gleaming sword and my brother, for all the good it would do. I winced in pain.

  Then the Demon of Knight made a sign, and each of us was grabbed by three of the smaller demons and marched down the stairs. The fire had ebbed, a sure sign that it has been more magical than real; if it had been real, the house would have been a pile of ashes by now.

  We ended up in the living room, and through the tears pricking my eyes I could see a body sprawled on the carpet in front of the couch. I had spent many a morning and afternoon dawdling around on that couch, and now my stepfather was dead in front of it, and Ricky, like me, had lost both of his parents.

  I tried to call power to my ring, but it was useless. The demons were blocking our magic. Instead of simply preparing themselves for the common spells I liked to use, they had destroyed any chance of our fighting back. I felt dead and cold inside, as if a part of me was missing.

  The Demon of Knight ignored my protest and made to grab Ricky.

  Sip, Lough, and I all cried out.

  I had a horrible fear that the darkness premier was coming, that the form Ricky had seen was even worse than Malle’s, and I wanted him out of this before that form appeared here. She could have me. She would never have my brother.

  Then, just as I was trying to prepare for the worst, everything happened at once. Sip made one last lunge at the Demon of Knight, while Lough pushed himself to his feet and I cried, “Ricky, run! Just run!”

  We all started to scrabble away, but there was no point. We couldn’t get away.

  A thundering sound, like a million giants’ feet hammering down the staircase in Astra, started to make a ring of noise around us. Somehow the only part of the room that was left untouched was the part that I was in with my friends; everything else started to shake and crumble around us.

  To my surprise, the demons looked just as surprised at the sound as I felt. Before any of us could move, there was a blast, as if a furnace had exploded right in the room with us, and the demons were slammed backward.

  Every. Single. One. Went flying like leaves buffeted in a gale. They slammed into the walls of the room, except for the one that smashed into a chair, tipping it over.

  They never even had a chance to rise. Only the Demon of Knight stayed standing, but barely. The other demons flew out doors and windows in every possible direction. The hellhounds whined and rolled away from the power, but the power was controlled, not random. I now knew just how hard it was to direct your power, and I could see that the blasts were directed at the hellhounds nearest to us.

  The demons no longer looked scary. They looked like no more than pathetic scraps of black paper, powerless to protect themselves against so much strength.

  The hellhounds either ran or disappeared, mostly the latter. The ones that ran didn’t get very far, it was as if the power didn’t want the darkness to leave the room. The demons crumbled into heaps. Finally the Demon of Knight himself fell, his armor dinging the floor.

  I laid my head on the floor, unable for the moment to face what was coming. Dust and debris lay everywhere as a dark figure walked through the doorway. I breathed out a long, ragged sigh. My vision was blurry, so I was forced to squint. If this was the darkness premier, I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore.

  “We have about a minute before the next round comes through that door,” said Lisabelle, stepping into the room. Her eyes blazed, and she looked much the same as ever. Her skin was pale and her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and cascaded downward, nearly to her waist. Her cheeks might be a little thinner, but it was her eyes that really stood out. I had seen them blaze before, spark to life in a fit of anger, but that wasn’t how she looked now. Now her eyes were burning with a thoughtful light. If she was angry, it was hidden deep inside. She was pure leashed power, and never in my life had I been happier to see her.

  Lisabelle glared at the standing Demon of Knight. “Come here,” she said to it, motioning with her finger. “Come on. Okay. A
little closer. Yeah, close enough.”

  Black fire whipped from her hand faster than I could follow, slamming the demon back against the wall. He fell next to his companions. Then Lisabelle looked at Sip and shrugged. “Having him still standing makes me look bad.”

  “We can’t have that,” said a dumbfounded Sip.

  “Well, no,” said Lisabelle as she looked around the room and dusted her hands off. The silence was broken only by the gentle swing of the door to our living room cabinet, which was almost off its hinge.

  “Cool, and oh look, I win,” said Ricky smugly, pointing at Lisabelle. “I so win. Hi, Lisabelle!”

  She grinned briefly at him, then threw the three surviving hellhounds against the fireplace. She looked different somehow, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

  “Why has she gotten to meet Ricky and I haven’t?” Sip demanded indignantly.

  “She likes me better,” said Lisabelle, her eyes still examining her handiwork.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked her.

  She paused. “It’s been their plan all along to come for him,” she explained. “I didn’t want to make contact with you, because I was worried that if I did they would no longer trust me and I wouldn’t be able to help him when they attacked.”

  “You didn’t think our defenses would hold?” I demanded.

  “Obviously not,” said Lisabelle matter of factly. “You can’t win against darkness in a fair fight.”

  “Good thing the fights aren’t fair.”

  “Exactly! Now, do you have a basement?”

  “Yes,” I said, frowning. “You want us to go where we can’t get out?”

  “I’m going to magic it,” Lisabelle explained. “Then I’m going to let the demons in to search for you. They won’t find you. After they leave you can come out.”

  “We have to get back to Public,” I said.

  Lisabelle nodded. “I know. It is where I’ve been summoned as well.”

  “Not by the same mistresses though,” said Sip, eyeing her friend.