Ravana Clan Vampires: Complete Series

by Moore, E. M.

  He pushed the door open to their second biggest house. We walked in and Isabelle was there immediately, giving out hugs to the sons she hadn’t seen yet. Gregor stood behind her, looking properly relieved to see everyone in his family was alive and well. Isabelle hugged Christian the longest, not liking the red stain all over his shirt.

  I couldn’t get past looking at Gregor though. He’d voted to kill that innocent baby. He tore a family apart. Why?

  Isabelle ushered us into the living room. Christian excused himself to run upstairs quickly while the rest of us sat. Connor and Nic pulled me down between them on the couch. Stephan sat in an armchair, and Gregor and Isabelle sat in the couch facing us.

  “Tell me everything that happened,” Gregor said, his voice taking on the position of authority and forgoing any fatherly kindness.

  “Do we have to do this right now?” Nic asked. “Christian nearly died, and if Stephan hadn’t stopped Ri from bleeding, she would be in worse shape than she is right now.”

  His father raised one dark eyebrow at him. “Ri?”

  “Yes, Ariana. Our guard.”

  I certainly didn’t fit that description. They’d had to save me from all this mess. Then again, I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for their father. I held Gregor’s gaze. “Kay is one…” I cleared my throat and started again. The back of my mouth burned, and I had to push back the tears. I shouldn’t feel bad for the woman who tried to kill me and damn near almost succeeded in killing Christian, but it was obvious she wasn’t thinking straight. She’d been driven mad by the vampire rules that didn’t make any sense. “She was clearly out of it with grief,” I stated simply. Being as diplomatic as possible, I continued, “She did not agree with your decision to kill her child, and then when she found Royce dead, she couldn’t cope. She kept saying it was your fault.”

  “I am the reason Royce Michaelson killed himself?”

  Bitterness was swallowing me, but I tried not to let it.

  “If he’d just listened to you,” Nic said.

  Christian finally returned from upstairs with a fresh shirt on. He sat on the carpet in front of me and leaned back against my legs. “What did I miss?”

  “Kay blamed Dad for Royce’s death.”

  “Well, we knew that,” Christian said, his thumb tracing over my feet. I’d lost my shoes, and I had no idea when or where.

  “You asked,” Nic said. “I was just filling you in.”

  Gregor almost rolled his eyes.

  Before it could turn into an epic argument, I started again, “She also said that others were supposed to be at the bridge with her. Others that also wanted revenge on you and your family.”

  The Ravanas all exchanged glances, but none of them said anything.

  I sighed. My arm was killing me, my cheek where it had laid against that hard cement for God knew how many hours was also pulsing, and no one was giving me any answers. “So, what’s going on?” I demanded. “From where I sit, it sounds as if Kay had a legitimate gripe.” Gregor turned a hard gaze on me. I held up my hand. “Not about Royce killing himself, but about the baby. I can see why she was upset about that. No, not enough to kidnap me to try to get your sons hurt, but I can understand her pain.”

  “It’s not like that,” Nic said. “He—”

  “Don’t,” Gregor said, steeling his son with a look.

  Nicolai shook his head. “I told Ri I wouldn’t lie to her anymore. If she’s going to be our guard, she needs to be told everything so she can see where the threats are.” He turned to me on the couch. “Yes, our dad was the deciding vote on whether or not the baby should be killed, but he also told Royce privately that he would help them.”

  “Royce has always been too hasty in his decisions,” Gregor explained.

  “What were you going to do?”

  “I told him I would take Kay away so she could have the baby. If she wanted to continue as his guard, there could be no more relationship. They also couldn’t keep the child, but she could still stay on with him. If she wanted to keep the baby, she’d have to leave. It was the best alternative to their situation.”

  “An alternative that didn’t break any laws,” Nic chimed in.

  “And he knew this before he killed himself?”

  “We’d set up a meeting for today, actually. Then the Rajyvik’s announced they were bringing home their new son. Another vampire being introduced into our world takes precedence over everything else. I told him we would meet tomorrow. He, evidently, couldn’t wait.”

  Sorrow cut deep into my bones. If he’d just waited, if he’d just listened to Gregor when he said he would help him, none of this would’ve happened. No, it wasn’t the happy family I was sure they were dreaming about, but it didn’t all have to end like it did. I shook my head and sat back on the couch. Both Connor and Nic instinctively moved closer to me.

  “Is there anything else you can think of that would be of help to us, Ariana?” Isabelle asked. “You mentioned there were supposed to be others there.”

  I took a deep breath and told them everything I could remember. “There was one guy at the house with her, but I’m sorry, I didn’t see his face. I only heard his voice, so I couldn’t even tell if he was guard or vampire. He seemed to be helping her, maybe even calling the shots. Then, someone called her on the phone when we first got to the bridge. I just assumed it was the same guy. Kay got mad because they were supposed to be there with her, so she wasn’t outnumbered. In fact, she started to drive away, but he must have told her they were coming. That’s when Zeke stepped out of the car. She just kept saying ‘we’ a lot, but she didn’t mention any names. I’m sorry.”

  Isabelle nodded. Her forehead had deep creases that weren’t there earlier. “It’s okay,” she said, offering me a small smile. “I’m just glad you’re all safe now.”

  “Yes, me too,” Gregor said.

  Looking at him, though, he looked deep in thought, reminding me of Christian. I doubted he would let any of this go. His mind most likely already contemplating who Kay’s accomplices were. She’d been so sure there were others who wanted their revenge on the Ravanas as much as she did. It wasn’t surprising that someone with so much power such as Gregor Ravana had enemies. He probably knew who they were, too. He had to at least have an inkling of who it could be. Someone who he’d angered in the past probably.

  The princes started to give their father a play-by-play of what happened that I was happy enough to tune out. I wanted to ask Gregor my own questions, but since we were done talking about their enemies now, I’d have to wait for another time. When they got to the part where Stephan broke Kay’s neck, I looked over at him on the armchair. He looked green as if he could barely keep it together. My heart went out to him. I didn’t know what it was like to take a life. But didn’t he realize she could’ve easily taken one of our own—almost did, in fact? I would think that would give him a little solace.

  Isabelle rose from her seat, telling everyone she would bring in drinks. She squeezed Stephan’s shoulder on the way through, and he looked up and gave her a small smile. That was comforting, at least. Nic followed her into the kitchen.

  They weren’t gone very long when they came out with trays of water for everyone. When Nic sat down next to me, he said, “You’re staying here with us tonight.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyebrows halfway up my forehead. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

  He bumped his shoulder into mine. “You’re not going back to The Fort right now where you’ll have to be alone. Plus, Stephan needs to keep a look out for your injuries. Mom said it’s fine. She was going to invite you to stay anyway.”

  “You’re sure?” I asked.

  He nodded, then turned toward his father. “I know it’s late, but I’m starving.”

  “It’s not late, it’s early, Nicolai,” his father said.

  “I’ll take that as my cue to make breakfast,” Isabelle said. “Gregor, you can help me in the kitchen.”

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bsp; He looked at her as if she was crazy, but she pulled on his shirt and he reluctantly followed her. It was a relief to have them gone and be alone with the princes.

  “Stephan?”

  He looked toward me. His usually bright green eyes were dull.

  “Come here,” I said. “Please?”

  I gave him a sweet look I knew would be hell for him to turn down. The other guys on the couch made room for him, Connor even slipping down to the floor to sit next to Christian.

  When Stephan sat next to me, I leaned into his side. “Thank you for saving me, both times.”

  “You did what you had to do,” Nicolai said.

  Stephan nodded though he didn’t look at any of us.

  “One of us would’ve done it if you didn’t,” Connor added.

  He kept nodding.

  I took his hand in mine. It was colder than I would’ve liked. When I squeezed it though, he squeezed back. Hope filled my chest. Stephan would get past this. I knew he would. It would be a terrible memory, one he’d never be able to get rid of like my mom in the car accident and seeing Christian bleeding out on the road, but eventually, the pain would fade, and it would just be a mute numbness that would accompany it.

  “So, we’re having a sleepover?” I asked.

  “Not my kind of sleepover,” Nic said.

  The other guys chuckled.

  “I just want to be close to you guys for a while.” Looking at all of them, a rush of emotion punched from my chest. We were all okay. Even Stephan looked back at me, a knowing look in his eyes. He felt the same way, too. We just needed to be with each other right now. That’s how we would heal and get past this. That’s how we would strengthen and get ready for whatever was going to come after us next.

  Nic touched my cheek, Connor and Christian rubbed my legs, and Stephan squeezed my hand. I wished I could say this was probably the worst thing that would ever happen to us, but I wasn’t under any illusions. I’d chosen this life, or at least, it had chosen me. I was going to guard four vampire princes who already had enemies. Enemies we didn’t even know yet. The vampire world was in turmoil and the princes were front and center.

  It didn’t matter though. As long as we were together, we’d get through anything.

  Epilogue

  Christian looked at me skeptically. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  I smiled at his hesitation. He was something else.

  The truth was, the wound Kay had given me on my arm hadn’t healed all that well. Stephan did the best he could with what he had at the time, but I was sporting a long, light-skin colored scar on my arm. It wasn’t even in one straight line. It was kind of jagged, and ugly. I didn’t want to have to look at it every day and remember what happened. I wanted to replace it with something happy, something that meant something to me.

  Yes, I was getting a tattoo. And Christian didn’t approve, which kind of made it even better.

  He really didn’t like when I suggested he do the same. But really, looking at him, he didn’t have anything to cover up. What with his perfect vampire blood and all, Stephan didn’t need to do half as much work on him and he’d been fine. It was only the human, who was less hurt than he was, that would have to live with the gross scar the rest of her life. Well, not anymore.

  “I think it’s badass,” Nic said as he pulled the Jeep out of The Fort parking lot.

  We’d squeezed all five of us in there. They’d really taken to heart what I said about wanting to be around them all the time. No one on the outside was really batting an eye after what happened to all of us either. Thankfully.

  “But she won’t even tell us what she’s getting,” Connor said. “What if it’s like a turtle or something? How could that be badass?”

  “A turtle? Seriously?”

  Even Stephan laughed at that.

  “Okay, I’ve got a cool game,” I said. “You guys tell me what tattoo you think I’m getting.”

  All of them were silent for a little while as they thought this through. I waited with a smile on my face. I was pretty sure I was going to stump them all. I didn’t think they would guess it. Not in a million years.

  While they thought, I stared out the windshield from the backseat. Since I was the smallest, I agreed to ride the hump. I was squished between Connor and Stephan. Nicolai drove while Christian called the front seat. After I got my tattoo, we were going to head over to our pizza place and act like it was old times.

  “I got it,” Connor said. “I think you’re going to get an “I heart Ravana” tattoo. You know with an actual heart filled in with red and everything.”

  I burst out laughing. “Nope. Sorry. Hate to break it to you, but that was literally the last thing on my mind.” Though, I didn’t mind the sentiment. That I actually did like.

  “Lame,” Stephan said.

  “Fine.” Connor nodded toward him next. “You’re turn. What do you think Ariana is getting tattooed on her arm?”

  Stephan passed his thumb over his bottom lip while he thought. “A butterfly. Girls always get butterflies.”

  I made a buzzer sound with my mouth. “Nope. Try again.” I squeezed his hand to let him know I’d been joking. We’d had several talks about what happened that night and I knew we’d need several more to process through it all. It didn’t matter. I’d talk as long and as much as he needed to get through this.

  “Alright, I’m next,” Nic said. “I think she’s going to trace the scar with barbed wire. Then have it loop around her arm so all the other trainees know not to mess with her.”

  “Not a terrible idea, but nope. Sorry.”

  Stephan pushed Christian’s shoulder. “You’re our last hope, man. What do you got?”

  He held up his hands. “I don’t want any part of this.”

  We’d already done the requisite teasing, asking him if he was afraid of needles, which he adamantly denied.

  “Why?” I asked. “Come on, it’s just for fun.”

  He turned around in his seat. “I think you’re perfect the way you are. You don’t need a tattoo to cover it up. There. You happy?”

  He smiled to let me know he was joking. My “aww”, was drowned out by the rest of the guys’ groans. “Sure, butter her up,” Nic said. “Every one of us could’ve said the very same thing.”

  “Yeah, but…you didn’t,” Christian teased.

  “So, you going to tell us or what?” Connor asked.

  I shook my head. “I want it to be a surprise.”

  They all groaned again, even Christian. “Don’t get mad at us if we don’t like it then,” he said.

  “Oh, I won’t be mad. I’ll be furious.”

  Connor laughed next to me, the carefree sound bouncing around the interior of the Jeep.

  “Honestly though. You guys will like it. I’m not worried.”

  At that, Nic finally pulled into the tattoo shop parking lot. A guy named Jared was going to be inking me today. I’d already spoken to him over the phone, and even sent a rough—very rough—sketch of what I wanted. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d turned it into.

  “You’re scaring me,” Stephan said as he helped me out of the Jeep. “You’re acting like a kid on Christmas.”

  “Do you guys even celebrate Christmas?”

  “Well, yeah. Vampires like presents as well as the next guy.”

  Stephan held the door open for me and I stepped into the shop. The guy behind the counter looked up. He had a short mohawk with the sides shaved and a single diamond stud nose earring. “You must be Ariana.”

  “That’s me,” I said, grinning.

  “Great. Nice to finally meet you in person. If you’ll all just come back here.”

  I turned and stood in front of the guys. They’d all taken a step forward, but I stretched my hands out. “Nope. No way. You guys wait here. You can see when I’m done.”

  Nicolai looked at Jared with a frown. I’ll be fine, I mouthed. After all, what was he going to do? Tattoo me to death. The rest of the guys took sea
ts in the waiting area. I waited for Nic to sit down before I followed Jared back.

  “So,” he said, clearly pleased with himself. “This is what I have for you.”

  My breath caught as I stared down at the see-through paper. It was exactly what I’d wanted. Four distinct ropey vines twisting in, out, and around a single tulip. The flower represented me, of course, and the vines were the princes. It showed that we were all connected, five separate people that had all come together for one purpose. Linked, not just for a period of time, but for all time.

  That’s why I wanted this tattoo to cover up the scar.

  “What do you think?” I asked him, holding up the paper to my arm.

  “It’s going to look sick,” he said.

  I smiled to myself and watched as he got to work. He sat me in the chair, and I waited as he traced the design on my arm. I didn’t get nervous until the buzz of the needle sounded.

  “It’s going to pinch,” he said.

  I shook my head and bit down on my lip. I didn’t want to cry out because four vampires would be running in the room after me if I did. No one wanted that. I’d end up with some weird tattoo line on my arm from Jared being scared half to death, and who knew what they would do to him.

  Okay. Jared was wrong. It didn’t pinch. It literally felt like the needle was tearing through my skin, especially when he was coloring it in. Wow, I was glad I hadn’t looked up any videos or searched online how much tattoos hurt. I never would’ve been brave enough to get it done if I had.

  I sat in the chair for hours while the princes waited outside. Finally, Jared finished. He put the instrument of torture away, wiped my arm off and smiled down. “Like I said, sick.”

  I peered down and smiled, my heart filling to capacity. I’d always have them with me now. “It looks awesome. Seriously, thank you so much.”

  He brought around a mirror, so I could look at it up close. It was utterly perfect. Exactly how I wanted it. All the vines had their own distinct shape and twists and turns, but all of them eventually wound around the flower and through it—through me.