by Lucy Lyons
“I need water,” she breathed.
“Are you out of breath?” Analise asked, placing a hand over her shoulder.
Isabel nodded. She unlocked the door to her room and stepped inside, sitting down over the edge of her bed and watching as Analise fumbled with some glasses on her bedside table. Her fingers tightened against the mattress edge; she knew Analise was hiding something, and she needed to find out what it was.
“Here,” she said, handing Isabel a full glass of water.
Isabel inspected it for a moment before downing it all in one gulp. Suddenly she felt drained of all her energy, but she wasn’t giving up. Deep down she knew that something was wrong, that she needed to find out who was down there. There was no way she was being delusional when she heard those screams; they were real, they were real and they were haunting her.
“Do you feel better now?” Analise asked her. “You don’t seem very well… do you want me to call you a doctor?”
Isabel shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Alright, I’m going to get going now, I’ve got some matters to attend to.”
Like what I thought I heard down there? Isabel nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you soon,” she breathed.
Analise flashed her a smile and then turned away, the train of her dress floating behind her as she left the room. Isabel buried her head in her pillow, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. “This is a nightmare,” she mumbled under her breath. She felt sick, like someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. Finally, she lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. The hunger didn’t rise up in her anymore, but she knew it would strike again. Isabel closed her eyes. Maybe by sunrise she would feel better.
CHAPTER 7
The sunrise spawned a strange sense of confidence in Isabel. She jumped out of the bed and opened her door, only to find Aden standing in the next room. “Hello,” she said, her lips curving to a smile.
“Isabel,” Aden said, gawking at her with bloodshot eyes. Isabel stopped to look at him, and it was only then that she realized he looked hideous.
“Aden,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “You look… tired.”
“Listen, you’ve got to do something about this, they promised they would enable us… but I don’t see it happening, not one bit!” he hissed, grabbing onto the edge of the bar. Isabel was pushed up against the marble counter, and for the first time, she felt like she was in danger. She could hear his nails clawing at the bar surface: it made her cringe.
“Do something about what?” she asked, obviously confused. “Listen, I’ve been going crazy since yesterday, I don’t know what you— or anyone else— is talking about! I don’t know anything!”
“Well I want you to know this,” Aden said, his voice boiling down to a sinister whisper. “Gavin isn’t trying to enable the succubi, and Oz isn’t an angel either… they’re both trying to control you, to distract you from what’s really happening, and you’re falling for it!”
“Oz isn’t an angel? What are you talking about? Please, I don’t understand,” Isabel cried, trying to stay collected but failing miserably. “I haven’t been seeing him around lately, I’m getting worried.”
“Oh, you need to choose who you worry about,” Aden snapped. “You better start with yourself.” He turned around to leave, but Isabel stopped him.
“Please, just tell me where to look, you can’t just throw that at me without explaining shit,” she said, tugging at his sleeve.
“You know where to look, you know because you were told where to look… you were just there last night,” he said. Isabel watched him run off, and so she followed him. She flew down the stairs, taking them flight after flight after flight, until she reached the basement. Surprisingly, there was no one around, not even Analise. She marched down the narrow path, the cement floors cold against her bare feet. Finally, she heard those screams again.
“Help, help!” one of the voices said. Isabel cocked her head to the side and listened. “Help, help!”
“Oh my God,” she whispered under her breath. She held onto the iron bars blocking the entrance, squinting at the shadows playing on the walls. “Isabel, is that you?” a familiar voice called.
“Who is this?” she called out. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
“It’s Oz.”
Isabel froze. She looked around her, and when she was sure that no one was there, she turned back, trying to make out the source of the noise. She couldn’t see Oz, but she knew he was there. “Oz?” she asked. “Are you in there?”
“Isabel, listen to me,” the voice said. “You know me, I’m Oz, but the man you’ve been with for the past couple of months, he’s not me.”
“Then who is he?” Isabel asked, her voice trembling.
“He’s a shape shifter.”
Isabel could feel her heart drop to her knees. “A what?” she asked.
“A shape shifter,” the voice said again. “Isabel, Gavin tricked you. He led you to believe that I would be the one escorting you to Paris, but he brought someone else.”
“And who’s that someone?” she asked, grabbing onto the iron bars.
“Mikael,” he said, his voice trailing off. “He’s one of the few shape shifters left of our time… his job was to replace me while I rot here.”
“And what good would that do?” Isabel asked, feeling more lost than ever.
“Gavin, he’s not on our side,” Oz said. “He’s on the vampires’ side… he lied to you that he could reel you into joining his army! He’s trying to control the succubi, all while recruiting more and more vampires to his cause.”
“So Gavin’s just going around turning people into vampires?” Isabel asked, her eyes wide.
“Yes, and it’s not just him,” Oz said. “It’s Mikael, too.”
“And you? What did he do to you?” Isabel asked, trying to hold back the tears. Suddenly she felt her entire world collapse. Everything she thought she knew was fading away, and she was only left with one distorted version of the truth. She wanted Oz to speak up, and she wanted him to do it right now. There were so many missing pieces to this puzzle; Isabel was done hearing lies. “Oz, what did he do to you?” she asked again.
“This whole thing about tearing my wings off, it was a lie! Gavin just ended up sedating me and throwing me in here while Mikael did his job. He went around convincing everyone—including you— that he was me.”
Suddenly Isabel remembered Oz’s wings, how they had been dark at the roots. It all came back to her, it all made sense. Something was off, and it had been off for a very, very long time. Mikael was a shape shifter, and he was going around in his vampire form, turning other people into vampires so they would multiply in numbers. That explained everything. It even explained why the newcomers at the mansion looked so different. Gavin’s efforts at convincing Isabel that he was trying to build an army of succubi was just a pathetic attempt at buying himself some time. “And these vampires, what do they want?” she asked, shaking.
“Complete and utter destruction,” Oz hissed. “They want to wage a war with humanity, they want us to be known.”
And suddenly it all came back to Isabel. All this talk about vampires, about how they wanted to wage war against humanity, it all swam into view again before her eyes. It all made sense. Gavin was a liar, and Oz had fallen for it. And Analise? Who was she? “Analise,” Isabel whispered. “How’s she a part of this?”
“She’s a succubus, just like you,” Oz hissed. “Gavin birthed her decades ago with another angel, she’s been under his spell ever since… she does everything he tells her to do. They’ve been running this place for a long time.”
“And how do we stop them?” Isabel asked, tears gathering in her eyes. She felt hopeless, like she had gained access to this world when it was already too late. The vampires were taking over; Isabel already felt defeated. Who knew how much damage was already done? She had to find a way to stop this: it was her responsibility.
“This is w
hy you’re here,” Oz said. “You’re one of the youngest succubi, and the most powerful… it has been prophesized that you will come along and reverse all the damage that was done.”
“And how will I do that?” Isabel asked, her grip around the iron bars tightening.
“You will have an ally,” Oz said, his voice growing weaker, more vulnerable. “And he will guide you through it.”
“And who’s the ally? Please, I need answers!”
“I can’t tell you who they’ll be… I swore an oath but in time, you’ll have all the answers you need.”
“Oz, I don’t know if I can do this,” Isabel muttered. “I don’t feel half as experienced as I’m supposed to be!”
“Don’t you worry about that,” he said, his voice frail. “With time…”
Isabel’s mind was racing in all sorts of directions. Suddenly she didn’t know who to trust anymore. If shape shifters were in the game, then how was she supposed to identify them? How would she know a shape shifter when she saw one? Isabel was going crazy. She wanted to ask Oz all sorts of questions, but she couldn’t quite gather her thoughts to lay them all out in front of him. In the distance, she heard voices, and it was like they were calling out to her. She clutched the iron bars, her knuckles glowing white. Her hands felt like they were glued to the metal, like they would break it apart at any second. She felt a force rush through her, and then suddenly, without warning, she could feel the iron bars move apart, making way for her to enter. “Oh my God,” she said to herself, her eyes fixated on the little passageway she has created for herself.
“It’s only normal,” Oz said, his voice coming to life again. “Your powers will intimidate you at first, but then you’ll make peace with them, they will drive you.”
Isabel could feel the power surge through her. Her desire to feed was manifesting itself in her strength, and for the first time, she felt like she could do anything. She wasn’t just namely the most powerful succubus there is, but this time, she actually felt like it. “I’ve never felt so confident,” she said, stepping in through the iron bars. “I’m going to get you out of here.”
“No,” Oz said. “A battle is brewing, you’re not going to get us out in time.”
Isabel turned around and she saw Ava, curled up in the darkness of her cell. “Ava, Ava,” Isabel whispered, reaching out and touching her. She flinched awake, and when she realized it was Isabel, she smiled weakly. “What are you doing here?” Ava asked, crawling on all fours and resituating herself at Isabel’s feet. Her black wings were clearly visible now, and they looked frail, almost broken.
“I’m here to save you,” she whispered. “It’s only a matter of time before I get you out of here,” she said. There was a pause. “What happened to you, Ava?”
“I walked in on Gavin and Analise… I overheard them talking about a battle. When Analise turned around, I was there. I was shocked. I didn’t want to be a part of this, and I think I made it quite clear. A “rebel”, they called me, and before I could run away, they took me, and they brought me here.”
“And what kinds of things do they do to you in here?” Isabel asked, scared. But no one answered her. She could tell by the looks on their faces that they were being tortured.
“The unspeakable,” Oz hissed. “They starved us, and beat us. Isabel, they tore my wings off, don’t you remember? And I went through all this pain because I thought they were doing it for the right reasons… but it turns out, Gavin really wanted me dead.”
“And why didn’t he kill you?” Isabel asked. “What does he need from you?”
“They want to control us,” Ava said knowingly. “They want to starve us so bad that we’ll do whatever they ask of us.”
“How are they starving you?” Isabel asked.
“They don’t give us any food, they don’t allow us to feed on each other… what they created by putting us in isolation was a recipe for disaster.”
Isabel knew exactly what hunger felt like. She had been starved so much by Gavin that, at some point, she felt like she couldn’t even stand on her own two feet. The truth was, she felt for them, but she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must be like. “I’m so sorry,” she breathed. “I don’t know what to say… Gavin has been starving me for quite some time now, on and off,” she said.
“Starving you how?” Oz asked, resting his head on the iron bars.
“You know,” Isabel muttered. “They wouldn’t let me feed….”
“They’re trying to weaken you,” Oz said. “That way, they have more control over you.”
Isabel knew the jig was up. There was nothing left to hide, nothing to cover up. Isabel knew exactly what they’re trying to do, and she didn’t like it one bit. Everything was coming together now. “Ava,” Isabel said again. “What did Oz, I mean Mikael, do to you that night at the club?” she asked.
“He bit me… he shape shifted into a vampire, Isabel, and now I’m on my way to becoming one.”
There was a pause. “And how will we know who the vampires are, and who the shape shifters are?” Isabel asked. The realization only made her stomach churn.
“We don’t,” Oz said. “That’s the disturbing part… we don’t know unless we go up against them, but until then, it’s just a dirty game of trial and error.”
Isabel could feel her energy running low again. She crouched down on the floor and started crying, the weight of her realizations finally taking their toll on her. At that point, she had no idea where to start, or what to do. Was she just going to wait until the vampires took over? Or was she going to show them she was onto them? So many questions were racing through her mind, and a part of her just wanted to drop everything and run away. But she knew she was never going to have her old life back; from the second she laid eyes on Gavin, she knew nothing would be the same anymore. She hadn’t been in touch with her family for months now, the very image of what her life used to look like turning into a distant memory in her mind. “What’s my next step, then?” she asked, her eyes following things that weren’t there.
The silence of the cells rang in her ears. She could feel their desperation, their hunger; it was seeping into her. She felt starving, herself. She knew she had no choice but to feed on Oz— the real Oz— sooner or later. She knew something was off about Mikael. Her mind kept going back to his pale skin, his bloodshot eyes and his death glare. Oz was never like that. She should’ve known something was up since they came to Paris. “I’m so stupid,” she muttered, raising her eyes to Oz, who had his eyes closed. “Oz?” Isabel said before she realized he had drifted off to sleep. He looked weaker than she had ever seen him; his wings had grown back, except now, they had a dull shine, like gold turned into copper. Isabel looked closely and she could see dark patches growing near the roots, like something was cutting off the blood supply to certain areas of his wings. She cringed at the sight, and she promised herself she would do anything to beat the vampires at their dirty game. Only problem was: how was she going to tell them apart? She was still new to this world; so naive, so inexperienced that even the boldest of signs weren’t enough to tell her what to do.
“The prophecy,” Ava whispered, her voice throaty and dry. “It says you’re going to meet someone, someone brave… he’s going to help you fight, to conquer.”
“And then what happens? What happens after we go up against the vampires?” Isabel asked, eyeing Ava as she struggled to stay awake.
“The vampires will vanish, and then we’ll all be free. The only ones left will be the succubi, the angels and the rebels,” she said. “Isabel, if you don’t conquer the vampires, they’re going to take over, you’re going to be like a ring around their finger. Then and only then, will they truly control you, all of you.”
“What do you think their next step will be?” Isabel asked. A part of her didn’t even want to know the answer.
“I haven’t been around for long… but I hear things. They think that just because they’ve got us in here, that we’re unaware of what�
��s happening around us,” Ava said, shaking her head. “Well, little do they know… we can hear every word of what they’re saying. They think we’re oblivious, just because we’re starving, but, Isabel… we’ve never been more awake.”
“And what did they say? Do you remember anything, anything of importance?”
“They’re going to build an army… they’re going to go around recruiting people, people like me,” Ava said, her eyes dropping to the floor.
“Like you how?” Isabel asked.
“Vulnerable. Mikael took advantage of me because I was drunk, and then he did what he did. You know, you would think that the standard definition of “taking advantage” would be to have sex with someone while they’re drunk,” she scoffed. “Turns out it means digging their fangs into your skin, turning you into a vampire.”
