She sank down onto a nearby bench and leaned back against a huge Realtor advertisement. She stared up at the grey sky and released a deep sigh. What was she doing? Everything felt as if it were going wrong and she was being swept along, caught in a riptide unable to catch her breath. Unable to find anything to anchor herself to, or she thought grimly no one to anchor herself to and with that realization came the brutal truth, she needed Theo. Nothing made sense without him, she didn’t know when or how it had happened but he had become as necessary to her as the air she breathed, he was her rock, her anchor. Through everything that had happened since she had returned to Mercy he had been the one holding her together even when she hadn’t realized it.
God she missed him; she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut against the sudden onslaught of images. She missed the way he looked at her, like he couldn’t quite believe she was real and the way he smiled at her, content to just sit and listen to her waffle on about history as if it was the most riveting subject in the world. The way he touched her, how it felt to have his fingers trailing down her skin burning even as it soothed, the way he tasted and the feel and shape of his lips against hers. The way he would fold her into his arms and hold on and when he made love to her it felt as if the whole world had faded away and they were the only two people in existence.
She let out the breath she was holding and leaned forward, propping her elbows on her knees and cradling her head in her hands. She could feel the tide of grief and loss rising up in her throat, howling to get loose. She hadn’t even told him she loved him. He had been pulled to God knows where thinking that she didn’t care, that she was angry with him. She’d been selfish and ungrateful, she’d yelled at him and told him she couldn’t trust him. He must hate her, she thought miserably.
‘He’s not angry with you, you know’ a soft, comforting and painfully familiar voice spoke quietly next to her.
Olivia jolted in shock and sat up, her hands dropping limply to her thighs and her mouth falling open in stunned silence.
‘Aunt Evie?’ she whispered after what felt like an eternity.
‘Hello Olivia,’ Evelyn West smiled crossing her legs and resting her arm along the back of the bench comfortably.
‘Why are you here? How are you here? What…?’
‘I’m just visiting from,’ she pointed upwards to the cloudy sky, ‘up there.’
Olivia was lost for words, she sat numbly staring at the aunt she had spent most of her late childhood and teens thinking didn’t want her.
‘You looked like you needed a little support’ she smiled sympathetically, ‘feeling a little lost right now aren’t you?’
Olivia nodded, her eyes filling with tears and when Evie held out her arms Olivia hesitated for a second and then leaned forward into the familiar embrace. She was immediately transported back to her childhood, to the aunt she had loved, with whom she had shared a tight bond and an affinity for the woods.
‘There there sweetheart,’ Evie rocked her gently against the hot flood of tears, ‘it’s really not as bad as you think. You’re tired and your heart is sore but soon things will start looking up.’
Olivia couldn’t speak, it was as if a dam had broken and everything came flooding out, even things she didn’t know she had stored deep inside her. She cried for them all, her Nana, her mother, her father, her destiny, Theo; it was like a purge that came crashing out in a flood of tears and anguish.
Evie held her shaking and exhausted body until her harsh sobs finally slowed. She soothed her hair and crooned to her softly until her tears were no more than a few hiccups and a shaky intake of breath.
‘I guess I needed that,’ Olivia croaked.
‘I’d say,’ Evie tucked her hair behind her ear, just as she had when Olivia was a child. ‘I’ve never seen anyone so in need of a crying jag as you. You hold too much in Olivia, there’s something therapeutic about a good cry every once in a while.’
‘If you say’ Olivia sniffed, ‘I bet my face is a splotchy mess right now and it feels like my eyes are full of grit.’
‘It will pass’ Evie laughed, ‘but you needed to get that out of the way so we could talk properly.’
‘I suppose’ she sighed, ‘I’ve been behaving like a bit of a brat lately haven’t I?’
Evie watched her quietly, a small smile twitching at the corner of her mouth.
‘I’ll take your silence as a firm yes,’ Olivia raked her hair back from her face, ‘I guess I’ve been on my own for so long, so used to going my own way that…’
‘That as soon as someone comes along and tells you that you have a destiny you fight it for all its worth,’ Evie finished for her.
‘Yeah,’ she admitted quietly, ‘I never have liked being told what to do.’
‘You were like that even as a child, even before your mother betrayed us all.’
‘It’s too much’ Olivia whispered, ‘I can’t…I can’t do it. I can’t have everyone relying on me. I mean, killing a demon, finding and protecting one of the most, if not THE most powerful object in history. I’m not ready, I’m not enough.’
‘You’re more than you think you are Olivia,’ Evie shook her head. ‘I’m sorry this has fallen to you, but we rarely get to choose when destiny comes knocking. Your mother won’t stop until she has the book and Nathaniel won’t stop until he takes the book from her. If a demon lord as old and dangerous as Nathaniel gets his hands on the Book of Hell it will mean the end of days, Armageddon, the Apocalypse, whatever you want to call it. He will unleash Hell on earth and he will use Mercy as the gateway. Everyone you love will burn in fire and ash and flame. So destiny came knocking on your door instead of someone else's. She’s just asked you to save the world; are you really going to tell her no?’
‘I guess not,’ Olivia blew out a breath, ‘I have so many questions.’
‘I imagine you do and I’ll answer as much as I can, but I’m kind of on a Cinderella deal here. I had to pull some serious strings to get in here and I only have so long before my carriage turns into a pumpkin and I have to return.’
‘Okay.’
‘But there is one thing we need to clear up before anything else’ Evie told her seriously, ‘and that is to tell you I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Olivia. I was wrong.’
‘About what?’
‘I thought by keeping you away from Mercy, by refusing custody of you, I was keeping you safe. I can see now that I made a huge mistake, what you needed was your family, or what was left of it. I should have taken you and loved you for as long as my broken body was able to. I should have taught you everything I knew about our history and our magic to prepare you for what is to come. But I was selfish, I wanted you safe and happy, I wanted you to have a normal life, not bear the curse of our family. I thought I was doing what was best for you but instead I only made things harder.’
‘It’s alright Aunt Evie,’ Olivia whispered after a moment and she found much to her surprise it really was, the hard ball of resentment she had always carried deep in her gut was gone. Evie had loved her, and that was what made it alright. ‘You made the best decision you could at the time and what’s done is done, it can’t be changed.’
‘I know, but unfortunately you are coming into the middle of this mess with no proper training in magic and no real understanding of our history. You need to listen to Bridget, she really is here to help you and if you give her the chance you may find she understands what you are going through better than anyone.’
‘I suppose I owe her an apology; I was pretty rude to her earlier.’
‘Yes you were, and although it was understandable there’s really no excuse for bad manners.’
‘Alright, I’ll go and find her later. I just want to find Theo; I can’t focus on anything else right now. I have to find him.’
‘Olivia,’ Evie sighed, ‘you’ll find him, when he wants to be found.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Theo has his own issues he�
��s working through right now.’
‘So what are you saying? That I shouldn’t look for him?’
‘No, I’m saying it may be harder than you think to find him and while you are looking make the most of the advantages that come your way.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Olivia, you must’ve noticed by now that the sun hasn’t set.’
‘I did actually,’ she frowned.
‘Time has no meaning here,’ she tried to explain, ‘time is passing at a different rate in the real world, just as it passes differently in every realm and dimension. While you are here, time has slowed to an almost infinitesimal rate. When you return to the real world, things are going to happen very fast. You need to be ready, so while you’re here take the time to learn what you can.’
After a moment she nodded and Evie relaxed.
‘I have to go now,’ she told her, ‘but there is one more thing.’
‘What’s that?’
Evie pointed over the road to Jackson’s pub The Salted Bone.
‘There’s someone over there who needs you.’
‘Theo?’ Olivia breathed hopefully.
‘No, someone else you will recognize but might not exactly be the man you know,’ she replied cryptically.
‘What?’
‘Just go and take a look,’ she nudged her off the bench.
‘Will I see you again?’ Olivia asked quietly.
‘Oh I expect we’ll run into each other, sooner or later. What is it my friend Fiona is so fond of saying? The dead never stay dead.’
Olivia smiled and turned towards the pub.
‘Oh and by the way,’ Evie called out causing Olivia to turn back, ‘cut Mags some slack. She was only doing what I asked her to and it hurts me when she hurts.’
Olivia nodded and headed towards the pub. Her thoughts drifting back to Mags, she’d been pretty hard on her too. It hadn’t helped that she had found out the truth about her friend’s relationship with her late Aunt and that she had kept her silence for years, allowing her to believe that her Aunt hadn’t loved her or wanted her. A fresh wave of guilt left a sour taste in her mouth as she pushed the door to the pub open and stepped into the darkened room. Maybe she should make peace with Mags when she got back, if she got back.
She made her way through to the bar area, easily navigating the tables and chairs in the dim light. She could see a figure with dark hair sitting at the bar with his back to her, an open bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue on the counter next to him as he raised a glass to his lips. She stepped closer and caught his reflection in the mirror behind the bar.
‘Sam?’ she gasped loud enough for his back to stiffen and for him to turn slowly on his stool to face her.
‘Sam?’ she breathed in relief as she moved closer to him, ‘I’m so glad to see you, how the hell did you find me?’
It took a moment to realize something was wrong. Sam didn’t look as if he was pleased to see her, in fact he was looking at her very strangely and as she stepped closer to stand directly in front of him she got a bit of a jolt. He didn’t look right, in fact he looked younger, much younger. The man she knew was about the same age as her, if not slightly older, but this Sam looked barely more than seventeen.
‘Sam?’ she asked uncertainly.
‘How do you know my name?’ he asked accusingly, ‘and who the hell are you?’
Olivia’s heart plummeted. Great she thought, that’s just great, the one person in the world who could’ve helped her find Theo and find a way back to the real world and he didn’t have a clue who she was.
Chapter 5.
‘Who the hell are you?’ Sam asked angrily. ‘Did my father send you?’
‘I have no idea who your father is,’ she replied carefully.
‘How do you know who I am then?’
Suddenly his eyes lost some of the anger and he focused on her more closely, as if he were seeing something for the first time. ‘You don’t belong here.’
‘No kidding,’ she murmured.
‘No, I mean you’re not dead. You’re not a spirit,’ his brow furrowed in confusion, ‘you still have a mortal body. How did you get here?’
‘Hades,’ she answered honestly. Even if he didn’t exactly remember who she was, he was still the closest thing she had to a friend on the other side, and if she was going to find Theo and get the hell outta Dodge she was going to need all the help she could get.
‘Hades?’ his eyes widened, ‘THE Hades?’
‘Yeah, that’s the one.’
‘How do you know who I am? What do you want with me?’ he asked suspiciously.
‘Look, I know this is going to sound strange. I don’t know why you don’t remember me or why you look about fifteen years younger than the last time we met, unless of course you have a hell of a plastic surgeon, but we have met. We’re friends, sort of.’
‘Friends?’ he replied skeptically, ‘but you’re human.’
‘Yeah and you’re not, I get that.’
‘You know what I am?’ his eyes widened in surprise.
‘Well no, not exactly. I know you aren’t human and I know you can kind of,’ she did a strange little flapping gesture with her hand, ‘you know, appear and disappear and travel from one place to another instantaneously.’
‘Translocate,’ he replied curiously.
‘Oh, okay then, translocate yourself from one place to another, and that you can…’ she stopped and frowned. ‘What do you call it when you jump through time.’
‘Through time? Are you mad? No one can translocate through time. Distance yes, over different dimensions yes, but not through time.’
‘You can,’ she shrugged. ‘I’ve seen you do it.’
‘Impossible,’ Sam scoffed.
Sam lifted the glass back to his lips, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her thoroughly, perhaps trying to figure out why she would make up such an outrageous lie.
Olivia watched him observing her and a sudden thought occurred to her. Every time she had met up with Sam, or rather the older version of Sam, he had been adamant he knew her, that they had met before but she knew she had never met him. What if the tables had finally turned, if the Sam she had known had travelled back to her time. What if she had finally caught up with an earlier version of him and from his point of view they were just meeting for the first time.
‘God,’ she breathed with the sudden realization, ‘time travel is enough to give you a brain hemorrhage.’
She took the glass from his hand and downed the contents in one go.
‘Hey that’s mine.’
‘Oh please’ she sighed, ‘are you even old enough to drink?’
‘That’s a human rule’ he frowned.
‘Okay here’s the thing,’ she took a deep breath, ‘you can believe me or not but it’s the truth. At some point in your future presumably you are going to discover you are capable of skipping back and forth through time. That’s how we meet, well how I met you. You apparently are just meeting me for the first time now.’
‘Huh?’
‘Try and keep up Sam, we don’t have all day. The older version of you’ she continued, ‘the one I know, travelled back to the year 1695 to a town called Salem in Massachusetts. You save a man named Theodore Beckett, from burning to death in a barn. You pulled him out minutes before the barn collapses in. The people in his time assume he has died in the fire but you pull him forwards over three hundred years into his future and drop him in my lap or rather in front of my car, in my hometown of Mercy.’
‘Let’s just say you’re right and that you are telling the truth about the whole travelling through time, and I’m not saying I believe you but, why would I do that?’
‘I have no idea,’ she shook her head and slid tiredly onto the barstool next to him, pulling out another glass and refilling it.
‘He’s important to you isn’t he? This Theodore?’
‘Yes he is,’ she sta
red into her glass for a moment before taking a sip. ‘I know you don’t know me right now and you have no reason to trust me, but I need you Sam. I need your help to find Theo and get back to the real world.’
‘I can’t help you,’ he frowned.
‘But…’
‘Look Lady…what’s your name?’
‘Olivia,’ she replied, ‘Olivia West.’
‘Well Olivia, Olivia West’ he mimicked, ‘I couldn’t help you even if I wanted to; the truth is I’m stuck here too.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘My father trapped me down here as a punishment and I can’t guarantee when he’ll decide to let me out.’
‘What did you do?’ Olivia asked curiously.
‘Nothing,’ he answered a little too quickly.
Olivia found herself studying him closely, his eyes were guarded and his spine stiff but there was something else in his expression. A sneaking suspicion had her mouth curving into a small smile.
‘Who was she?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Yes you do, nobody puts an expression like that on a guy’s face but a girl, so what’s her name.’
‘Look’ he snapped irritably, ‘I’m sorry but I can’t help you.’
She blinked and suddenly found herself sitting alone at the bar.
‘Well that went well’ she murmured, her gaze catching on the mirror behind the bar as she raised her glass and toasted her reflection.
Roni winced as she stubbed her toe painfully on the coffee table. Easing around it she hobbled towards the door and tripped over the pile of books she’d forgotten she’d stacked on the other side of the table. She hit the floor in an unladylike tangle of limbs and with a loud thud. Her elbow cracked sharply against the hard surface and she found herself seeing stars as she let loose an unintentional cry of pain.
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