Five (Elemental Enmity)

by Christie Rich

  “Come on,” I mocked.

  “You will listen to me! You can’t allow yourself to be alone with any boy!”

  I knew her game. She wanted to scare me into coming home. She was still trying to control me from more than a thousand miles away. “I can hold my own with men, Aunt Grace.” If she only knew the situations I had gotten myself out of already, she would probably disown me.

  “You say that, now: You don’t know how they can get to you. If they wouldn’t follow you, I would insist you come home.”

  That was all it took. My temper skyrocketed. “I don’t care who’s after me. You can send freaking King Kong. I’m not leaving! I need my degree.”

  “You’ll never get to use it!” she screeched. “Why do you think I’ve tried to interest you in other things?”

  “Uh-huh, like an uncomplicated career at the pig farm?” I regretted the words the moment they escaped my lips. I didn’t mean to be rude to her, but my brain to mouth filter wasn’t working.

  She sounded self-conscious. “It’s been good enough for me.”

  “How can you go there every day?” Grace was a strong woman, but she had given up on herself way too soon. “You could have been so much more.”

  “How I live is more important than my occupation,” she said. “Besides, you have no idea what I do every day!”

  I dreamed of being so many things, but a production worker in a stinky factory wasn’t one of them. “I know enough to not want to follow in your footsteps.”

  “There’s no chance of that happening now. You’ve ruined any choices you did have.” The heat in her tone faded. “I’m afraid the ones facing you will only lead to misery.” She sounded utterly forlorn.

  Her faith in me was comforting. “Yeah, ‘cause I couldn’t possibly make a right decision on my own.”

  “I didn’t say that. You won’t have much to choose from, sweetheart.”

  The condescension in her tone blasted through me like a pistol shot. “I hate it when you call me that!” I was an adult. It was about time she treated me like one. The pregnant silence stretched to near bursting. For a moment, I thought she hung up on me then I heard her breathing. I wasn’t going to say anything until she did.

  “Rayla, please, let’s not fight. I’m only worried for you.” Even though I didn’t want it to, her love for me seeped through the phone and into my heart.

  I took some deep breaths to calm down. “Tell me what’s really going on then.”

  She spoke measuredly as though she was carefully choosing her words. “That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do. What are you asking?”

  “I want the truth. Did you send someone to follow me here?” I didn’t think she knew any world renowned magicians, but anything was possible.

  “How could I do that when I didn’t even know you left the state?”

  I ignored the hurt in her voice. “Something strange happened on my way here.” She gasped, but I continued, “There was this creepy guy—”

  “Only one?”

  Wasn’t that enough?

  She wouldn’t even let me finish a sentence. “I did say guy, as in singular.” Funny how she didn’t comment on the creepy part.

  She sighed heavily, her voice calm when she finally spoke, “They run in packs during the hunt.”

  I snorted out a chortle. “What am I a prize boar?”

  She didn’t even laugh. “You’d be surprised.”

  I would be astonished. Despite Cassie’s insistence, I was no cover model, although I didn’t resemble dog meat, either. There had to be a reason Cassie got dream dates throughout high school while my own social life could have used some work. Once she started liking football, she was way more popular than either of us thought possible. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get into it.

  I still couldn’t figure out why Brody Smith, captain of the football team, had picked me instead of her. Man. I so needed to stop thinking about this. I couldn’t afford to let him enter my mind again.

  Back to the topic at hand, I asked, “Let’s pretend for a moment what you told me was true, and fae lords really are hunting me right now. What could I possibly have that any other girl here doesn’t?”

  The word she whispered floated through the airwaves like an ephemeral prayer: “Power.”

  Her statement shocked me so much I sat there dumbfounded. Power could mean so many things, but at the base it was control. At the moment, I could hardly manage my emotions. “I’m quite sure I can’t leap tall buildings in a single bound, or run faster than a speeding bullet. Trust me, I’ve tried. What sort of power do I supposedly have then?”

  “You are an Elemental. You were created for the fae.”

  Gah. Was she on drugs? “What the heck is an Elemental?”

  “You can manipulate matter, Rayla. The squadron of lords will hunt you down until one of them claims you. Once bonded, your power will enhance his.”

  This sounded like the makings of a bad late-night movie. “I’m not saying I believe a word you’re saying, but I’m suspending disbelief once again just to clarify something; why would they have waited until now to come for me? And if they are so dangerous, why haven’t you come to get me?”

  “It’s complicated. I would be there in a heartbeat if I could. There’s something you need to understand. I have to protect—” Her words cut out. She said something else I couldn’t put together. Gobbledygook was all I heard, then “shielded.” There were more non-words. The last one I made out was “mom.”

  “I can’t understand you, Aunt Grace. What did you say?”

  Just like that the jumbled words were clear. “It’s beginning already.”

  “What is?”

  The mixed-up sounds started again then, “…talk to Cassie. She can see...” She emphasized see in a way that made me think Cassie had lied about the pegasus. Maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.

  “What does Cassie have to do with this?”

  “…stay with her, okay? Keep away from Notre Dame!”

  All I could hear were partial words and silence after that. “You’re breaking up. What’s wrong with Notre Dame?”

  “…talk…Cassie…”

  “What?” The call dropped. I tried her again and again, but my calls wouldn’t go through. Even thought she’d probably kill me, I decided to send her a text:

  Phone died. Call later. Luv U!

  I didn’t even get to tell her what that guy had done. I doubted she would’ve dismissed him so quickly if I had.

  Cassie was making my bed when I entered our room. When she looked up at me, her eyes flew wide. “That bad, huh?”

  If she only knew how surreal that call had been. “Aunt Grace just told me fae lords want me for some sort of power I have. You said they don’t exist. Which of you is correct?”

  Chapter Three

  Cassie turned her back to me. I had expected her to laugh, but her breath came in rapid gasps. I waited: No response. Abandoning my bed, she moved to a suitcase and sorted through the contents.

  Maybe this was more serious than I thought. Maybe Cassie did know something? There was only one way to find out. “Aunt Grace told me I was in danger,” I said. “In my estimation that puts you in danger, too.”

  She stopped folding her delicates into neat piles and faced me. Her pale eyes brimmed with unshed tears. The smooth angles of her face contorted into a horrible grimace. I cringed when I heard the horror in her voice. “I can’t talk about this.” She covered her eyes with both hands. Her body trembled from thunderous sobs.

  I edged closer to her and placed my hand gently on her shoulder. She shrugged it away.

  I gritted my teeth. “It isn’t like I wouldn’t believe you. First the trip here and then Aunt Grace’s call, I’m up for anything just about now.”

  She thrust her arms violently to her sides. “You can’t possibly understand what it’s like.” She hesitated for a few seconds, her tone frigid with fear. “I spent five years in counseling to combat my hallucinations
. I embraced them once, and it cost me. I won’t do it again!” Quicker than I could respond, she spun away from me.

  She thought she was hallucinating? Could two people have the same delusion? I closed the distance between us again. “I might understand if you were the only one that saw it. It was black and scary and that guy made me feel…so strange. I need you to tell me what you saw, Cassie.”

  She offered a contemptuous look over her shoulder. “My eyes don’t work any differently than yours do.”

  “Then you did see the pegasus?”

  She huffed. “I didn’t say that!”

  I frowned at her. We weren’t kids anymore and we weren’t playing make believe. “I guess I imagined the whole thing. Stress got to me. Is that it?”

  She wouldn’t look at me when I stood in front of her. “It could be.”

  “I thought we didn’t have secrets. Going through counseling for that long had to be horrible. I can’t say I understand, but I want to.” If Cassie really had seen the pegasus, that could only mean there was some truth to what Aunt Grace told me. “What if there is more to this world than we know? What if you weren’t delusional all those years ago? Your stories—”

  “We’re here for school, not to talk about imaginary people.” Cassie narrowed her eyes, sending me a frosty glare. Even with that attempt, she hadn’t covered the fear that lingered beneath contempt. “I’ll go to Snow if you continue with this nonsense.”

  I clenched my fists at my sides, trying my best to understand her. “You would leave over a question?” I couldn’t lose this life before it even started.

  St. Mary’s would be horrible without her. Oh no if she left would her dad’s money go with her? I hated myself for even thinking about that.

  “I hope I don’t have to.”

  Her gaze chilled me more than her blunt words. I gaped at her. She had only been like this once before.

  Her mother had taken her away for a seven-month sabbatical. She missed half of the sixth-grade. I hadn’t ever fit in with the kids at school. Without Cassie, my days had almost been unbearable.

  When she finally came home, I expected vivid details about India. What I got was an “It was hot, but nice.” She refused to play our usual games after that trip. That was when her obsession with football began.

  I never got the appeal. She loved the games more than my cousin Travis did. I didn’t think that was possible.

  I missed our excursions into fantasy. Unfortunately, I had to make-believe on my own after that: It wasn’t the same. My tone fell flat. “I’ll just have to figure things out without you.”

  She thrust a finger at me before turning to her clothes again. “Grace is trying to teach you a lesson for lying to her. It isn’t anything more than that.” Despite her solid exterior, a shudder rippled along her back. “It can’t be.”

  I didn’t want Cassie to leave, so I decided to save my arguments for another time. “I guess so.”

  She pulled away when I tried to hug her. I never thought I would see a day when I would want some distance from Cassie: I was wrong.

  *****

  I went for a run. The one thing that usually cleared my mind wasn’t working.

  My thoughts cycled in a whirlwind of why’s. Cassie was definitely lying to me about something big, and I had come to the conclusion she had been lying to me for quite a while. I wanted to think Aunt Grace was the deceitful one, but that didn’t feel right. Her words came back in a rush: Fae lords will be coming for you.

  Considering such a thing went against the foundations of reality. Even if I had hallucinated the pegasus, the guy on the bike was more than an ordinary man. Something within him called to something within me. I didn’t understand it. The only thing I could really hope for now was that I would never see him again. I shuddered at the thought even though I had always wished something magical would to happen to me.

  I hadn’t realized as a child how frightening being swept off your feet by a fairy prince would be in real life. He hadn’t been the prince charming I had conjured up as a kid, either. He was a far sight larger and an eternity scarier.

  Falling down a rabbit-hole sounded great compared to this. After all, Alice was in a land of wonder. I was in Indiana. I just needed to keep telling myself that none of this was true; none of this was real. The logical part of my mind sure thought that. Cassie was right. Aunt Grace was probably playing a trick on me.

  My feet flew over the pavement, making short work of campus. I should have been recuperating from our trip, but I couldn’t rest with so many unknowns parading through my brain.

  I slowed, my lungs needing more air than I could currently give them at the pace I had set. My mono-vision blurred outward. What the heck? No buildings were in sight. Enormous pine trees surrounded the narrow path I stood on. Dizziness overwhelmed me when I looked up at the sprawling branches.

  How had I gotten into the woods? The place looked more like the Redwood Forest than the Nature Area of campus. This was just great. It probably wasn’t the best idea for me to be out here alone.

  Okay. No need to panic. The rush of water thundered somewhere near me. If I followed the river, I could find my way back to my dorm. I started toward the sound, kicking myself for not paying attention to where I was going.

  A fat drop of rain pelted my cheek and slid down my face. A couple more splatter on my scalp. What was going on? The sky had been clear moments before. I gazed unbelievingly at the voluminous clouds rolling toward me. They were the deep, dark gray of a turbulent summer storm. The wind picked up, sending my hair whipping around my face; I pulled it into a makeshift bun to get it out of my eyes. I had to find shelter. If only I had a clue where I was. Why had I been this stupid?

  The heavens dumped on me like a waterfall. I usually loved staying out in the rain, that was because I had never experienced a tempest like this. A small roofline caught my attention, barely visible through the trees. I cut into the bushes toward it. The bramble dug into my flesh, leaving a crosshatch of welts on my arms.

  The old shack looked deserted. The door hung open at an odd angle, only attached by one leather hinge. Most of the windows were broken.

  Once in the clear, I raced inside even though this was the sort of place an ax-murderer would hang out. It wasn’t like I had a better option.

  The second I entered the room the musk of wet earth and ancient wood surrounded me. I breathed in deeply, savoring the freshness. The world seemed newer somehow.

  The intricacy of the hand-planed walls mesmerized me. It must have taken forever to build this place. I sat cross-legged on the rickety floorboards waiting for the clouds to break. I could probably sit here for hours without much of a problem.

  The sounds of nature floated near—the song of a bird melded with the percussion of the rain in a timeless, soothing rhythm. I closed my eyes, my nerves calming with every revitalizing lungful of air.

  I would figure this out. Whatever it was, I would deal with it. My plight couldn’t be as bad as Aunt Grace had implied.

  I pulled out my phone, trying her number again. It was busy. Of course.

  I called Cassie to smooth things over before I went back—the same. It didn’t even roll to voice-mail.

  I hit every saved number I had. They wouldn’t go through.

  I tried the customer service number. No luck.

  Frustration bubbled up in me like an over-full pot. What was going on? Despite the trees, I had a clear signal.

  I took some more calming breaths, squaring my shoulders. I would use Cassie’s phone to call home. Everything was going to be fine. It had to be.

  A twig cracked near the back of the shack, startling me. My scar lit up like a skyscraper at midnight. I turned toward the broken window. Nothing was there, but my senses shot to high alert.

  A dark foreboding washed over me in thick waves. Was that the wind or a hungry growl?

  Another crack.

  Forget this. I bolted out the door, bounding on the sodden ground. I ignored the
branches pulling at my arms and hair like greedy fingers. The rain soaked through my sweatshirt and jeans as if they were nothing more than a linen sack. I had to get to my dorm. I needed the safety of people.

  A person stepped onto the path up ahead, undoubtedly male by the bulking frame. I skidded to a stop, my arms flailing for balance.

  Most of his face was shrouded by the hooded trench coat he wore. Despite that and the sheets of rain, I felt the caress of his gaze travel the length of me. He started toward me in determined strides.

  Frantic to find an escape, I searched the landscape for a side trail. I was being ridiculous. He was just a man—probably a Notre Dame student caught in the rain, just like me.

  I would glide past him calmly. I might even say hello just to cut the tension.

  A niggling thought made its way to the surface of my mind: What if he won’t let you?

  A new emotion hit me like a tsunami. My body ached to be near him…just like the man on the bike. Could it be him? Had he really followed me here?

  I stepped forward timidly.

  What was I doing?

  One more step.

  Oh, no.

  Why were my legs moving without me telling them to?

  A horrible impulse surged through me to rush to his side. I longed for him to fold me in his all encompassing embrace.

  I was insane.

  I did not know this man.

  So why did I feel his pull no matter how hard I fought? Maybe I was hallucinating again. But how could a hallucination make my heart ache like this?

  My faltering will and terrible need collided violently: I had to get closer to him.

  He was my world.

  I was reborn.

  I smiled at my redeemer.

  He moistened his bottom lip, biting down invitingly. Ever so slowly, his hands moved to the edge of his hood. Just then purple light pulsated around him.

  That wasn’t normal.

  The thought floated away before I could grasp it.

  A new one needed my attention.

  I was going to see him. My heart beat frantically in my chest as if it might sprout wings.

  Did I look okay? I raised a self-conscious hand to smooth my saturated hair and wiped running mascara from under my eyes. Hardly aware of what I was doing, I took another step toward him.