by John Corwin
Twisted Sister of Mine
Book Five of the Overworld Chronicles
John Corwin
Copyright © 2013 by John Corwin.
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Little Sister—BIG Trouble
Justin Slade is living on borrowed time.
The vampling curse is gnawing away at his body and his sanity. Because the cure might lie in his special kind of magic, Justin goes to Arcane University in a desperate attempt to unlock his powers.
When he runs into his little sister, Ivy, at the university, Justin realizes this might be his chance to convince her he's not evil. Even better, she might be able to cure him if her shape-shifting protector, Bigglesworth, doesn't eat him first.
Save his sister. Save the world. Save his life. With the clock ticking toward a future as a blood-sucking zombie, Justin has to make every second count.
To my wonderful support group:
Alana Rock, Kayla Moore, Patrick Yates, Karen Stansbury, Dana Prestridge, Karla Ileana, Keren Hall, Nicole Passante, Anino, and Pat Owens
Thanks so much for all your help and input!
Chapter 1
I stared at the scroll of antique parchment in my hand and felt my eyes widen with wonder. If a bearded giant on a flying motorcycle had just dropped from the skies and personally delivered this letter, I couldn't have been more surprised.
"What is it, Justin?" Elyssa asked, leaning her head against my shoulder.
I continued to stare at the paper. Words failed to break the jumble of emotions blocking my throat. All I could do was glare at the intricate script.
Dear Justin Slade,
Congratulations. You have hereby been accepted as a novice at Arcane University. Please see the attached schedule of required classes.
Unfortunately, due to the late nature of your application, we were unable to procure living quarters for you at the school. Your name has been added to the wait list, and you will be notified should the situation change.
Elyssa gasped. Took the acceptance letter from my limp fingers. "You're in!" She squeezed the breath out of me with a fierce hug then added a lip-smushing kiss.
"I'm in?" I said, stunned. It was like a dream come true for me. Months ago, I would have jumped at the chance. But now—now I couldn't, and the reason was very simple. Within a month or two, I'd probably be dead.
Elyssa seemed to sense my sudden mood shift. "The vampling curse?" she said, eyes worried.
I nodded, felt my shoulder sag. "What's the point? I won't have time to begin a semester, much less finish a degree."
"What in the hell is going on in here?" Shelton said, striding from his study and into the large room that might have passed for a family room in any normal house, had it not been part of a super-secret hideout buried beneath the Museum Tower in downtown Atlanta. He snatched the invitation from Elyssa's hand.
"Hey!" she said. "Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"
Shelton burped and ignored her outburst. "Holy mother of a godless goat. My man came through."
"Your friend, Miles?" I asked. I remembered Shelton telling me he'd put in a good word with one of his former professors at the university, but he hadn't seemed too confident in the outcome.
"Yup," he said. "Took him long enough."
Shelton had asked Miles to look into it before the insanity with Maximus. Before I'd been bitten by a vampling and infected with a curse that would turn me into a member of the walking dead. I dropped into a chair, anger and self-pity slamming my heart back and forth like a volleyball. "Guess it's a moot point now," I said. "Since I'll be a mindless zombie in the next month or two."
Shelton screwed up his face like he'd just eaten a lemon. "Don't be so dramatic. In case you hadn't figured it out, going to school is about the only thing that could save your life."
"Are you auditioning for a role in an after-school special?" I said, scrunching my forehead. "How in the world will going to school keep me from turning into a zombie vampire?"
Bella, a petite Arcane-slash-dhampyr I'd met in Colombia during another of my adventures, sauntered in, arms full of grocery bags. She dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and gave us a concerned look. "Goodness. Is something the matter? Please don't tell me someone ate the rest of Harry's Lucky Charms. I do not wish to listen to him yell and curse about going to the grocery store on an empty tummy again."
Elyssa sighed. "Justin got into Arcane University."
"But I'm gonna die," I added, figuring I hadn't said it enough yet.
"Oh, well I suppose that's a little more serious than coming between Harry and his favorite cereal." She pursed her lips, face serious. "Justin, Harry and I have talked about this, and we think the cure to your condition might be through education."
I threw up my arms. "How is spending my final days in classes gonna beat the Grim Reaper?"
Bella and Shelton exchanged looks. Shelton grunted, which apparently meant he didn't want to explain it. She sighed, looking heavenward as if some greater power could ever make Harry Shelton do something he didn't want to.
"First, I have good news," she said, withdrawing a vial from her purse. "Meghan asked me to swing by because she and Nightliss concocted a potion that should slow the vampling curse."
"Slow?" I said, daring to feel a sliver of hope. "Like, how much slower?"
"Well, she made the potion using some of Nightliss's blood—"
"Her blood?" I said, aghast.
Bella shrugged. "The poor dear still isn't doing well after fighting Daelissa." She made a sad face. "Angels have a natural resistance to the curse. This potion should give you another year—we hope."
"And that's what leads us to the second point," Shelton said, walking into the kitchen and pouring a cup of coffee. "The angels made the vampling curse. Supposedly, they're immune to it, or they can heal themselves."
"Then why am I not healing?" I asked, looking down at my bare leg beneath the hem of my cargo shorts. Dark veins had spread from the wound in my calf, leaving the skin looking bruised.
"Because you haven't unlocked your angel magic," Bella said. "We've done our best to help you, Justin, but we haven't found the key. By going to Arcane University, you might discover that part of you and well"—she smiled hopefully—"heal yourself."
"That's wonderful," Elyssa said, tears glistening in her eyes. "Should he take the potion now?"
"Of course," Bella said, handing the vial to me.
"Just one dose?" I asked, looking at the dark amber liquid with suspicion.
Bella nodded. "Meghan said you'll need to take another one in six months."
Hope shone in Elyssa's eyes. Her lower lip trembled, and I could tell she was trying not to cry.
This had been hard on me, but I knew it had been just as hard on her. To watch someone you love slowly waste away was probably even more torturous than being the one dying. I wanted to be with her for a long, long time. To love her, to marry her, and, if we were crazy enough, maybe even to have kids one day, like a gazillion years in the future when we were ready.
I popped the cork and drained the vial. It burned down my throat, leaving a trail of fire. All I could do was hope this worked.
"My college boyfriend," Elyssa said, playfully punching me in the arm. "I can't wait!"
Shelton snorted like a horse and took a sip of coffee. "Brings up fond memories."
"Oh, dear," Bella said. "I wonder if those on the receiving end of your memories remember them quite as fondly, Harry."
Shelton leaned over the kitchen counter and leered at her. "Now, what would you know about my college days?"
"The place abounds with rumors." She tapped a finger to her chin. "Not the least of which was assaulting sorority houses with spider bats."
"Spider bats?" I said, my skin crawling at the thought of what those things must look like. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see another missed call from Vallaena Slade—my father's sister.
"Her again?" Elyssa said, looking at my phone.
"Yeah." Some of my newfound happiness faded.
Elyssa sighed. "She'll never give up, you know."
"Who won't give up?" Bella asked.
"Justin's Aunt Vallaena," Elyssa said. "She says she wants to protect him, but it's obviously Daemos politics. With Justin's father marrying Kassallandra Assad, other Daemos are looking for every political advantage they can wring out of it. The only saving grace is that not many know about Justin's existence."
My happy mood plummeted at the mention of my father's imminent marriage. "They can count me out of that brothel of incest and damnation."
Shelton choked on a gulp of coffee.
"So, what does Justin need to be ready for school?" Elyssa asked. "Maybe we need to do some school supply shopping."
"Get him a cute backpack," Bella said.
"How about a lunchbox while we're at it?" Shelton said with a roll of his eyes. "He doesn't need any school supplies. He'll take an assessment test for placement, buy some books, do a couple of panty raids on the female dorms—"
"If I find another girl's panties anywhere on you"—Elyssa pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow—"your college career might be cut short."
Since my girlfriend's ninja Templar training made her awfully handy with a katana, I didn't want to think about the cutting part. "Your panties are the only ones for me," I said with a wink.
"As I was saying," Shelton said, voice rising above our banter. "That's all there is to it."
"Sounds easy enough," I said, though the idea of an assessment exam made my stomach roil. "What happens if I fail the assessment?"
He laughed. "You don't pass or fail it. It determines your placement level."
I didn't want to think where that would put me.
Bella placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You'll do fine, Justin. It's nothing to worry about."
I'd heard that before, usually just before blowing something up. So far I hadn't proven to be very capable at the arcane arts. Then again, I wasn't exactly human. After Mom had saved me from certain death at the hands of Jeremiah Conroy, she'd told me how proud she was of me and how much she loved me—a sharp contrast to the previous time I'd seen her, when she told me she never wanted to see me again. And that had been the least of the surprises I'd discovered about her. Meghan Andretti, an Arcane healer, had come to the conclusion that my mom was, like Daelissa and Nightliss, an angel.
It meant the Conroys probably weren't my mom's parents, or my grandparents. It meant Ivy, my sister, wasn't related to them either. Knowing my heritage only raised more questions about the future. According to Shelton and Bella, it could also be my salvation from the vampling curse.
"Something wrong?" Elyssa said, snapping through my train of thought. "You look worried."
I forced a smile. "Peachy keen. I'm just thinking about all I need to do to prep for school."
Deep down, though, a troubling thought kept recurring. I wasn't fully Daemos, or angel—just a part of each. Even worse, it meant I didn't possess a shred of humanity. My close friends came from all sorts of supernatural groups—vampire, felycan, lycan, Arcane—but they all had one thing in common: their human genes. It made me feel disconnected. The only person in the world who shared my bizarre lineage was my sister, and she thought I was pure evil. She'd told me it was her duty to rid the world of me and had followed through by staging her kidnapping at the hands of Maximus. When I'd gone after the rogue vampire, he'd captured me in an ambush, and I'd very nearly ended up fueling his vampire revolution and quest for world domination with my unique blood.
A cold ache blossomed in my calf, sending tendrils of sub-zero chills throughout my leg, as if to remind me that even though the potion might have slowed it down, the vampling curse was still determined to eat me alive and cut my education short if it could.
Chapter 2
"I need new clothes," Elyssa said. "I don't have a single thing to wear to the university."
Shelton looked her up and down. "Looks like you're wearing something now." He blew out a breath. "Women and new clothes."
"Harry, you don't know a thing about women, do you?" Bella said, looking a bit miffed.
"Sure I do," he said. "They like to talk and spend men's money."
Bella made a little growling sound in the back of her throat and took Elyssa by the arm. "I'd love to help you shop for something cute." She took a step back, craning her neck to look my girlfriend up and down. "I'm thinking purple and slinky."
"I'm all for slinky," I said, my attitude brightening. Then again, Elyssa's athletic curves looked amazing no matter what she wore.
"At least Justin understands our needs," Bella said with a sniff, casting Shelton a look.
Shelton, for his part, grabbed his coffee mug and said, "Come on, kiddo, it's time for your lessons."
I checked the time and felt my forehead go all wrinkly. "But, I still have an hour!"
"Better get an early start. Let the lady folk go shopping."
"Oh, wait," Elyssa said, snapping her fingers and stopping to look at me. "Let's get Justin's measurements. He definitely needs new jeans." She looked at the cargo shorts I wore. "Something that doesn't make him look like he's on a jungle safari."
"How about a sky blue shirt with ruffles?" I said. "Or a yellow tuxedo?"
Bella brandished her wand, waved it in a familiar pattern, and a stream of white sparkles floated over me like pixie dust.
"Hold your arms out to the side, dear," Bella said. "I'm getting your measurements."
I did as she asked, and after a few seconds, the sparkles vanished, replaced by numbers floating in the air.
"There we go." Bella smiled and the two women practically skipped with joy out the door.
"Women really love their shopping," Shelton said, scratching his whiskers. He grunted and headed deeper into his secret lair.
We reached the gauntlet room, a large space Shelton shuffled into different configurations for whatever challenges he wanted to throw my way. I took a slender white rod about three inches long from a nearby table, squeezed it, and gave it a shake. The ends telescoped in both directions, and the girth thickened into a plain white practice staff a little taller than me.
Shelton extended his own staff and directed it at a haphazard stack of cinder blocks. An invisible force toppled them to the ground. "Pile 'em back up," he said.
I closed my eyes for an instant. When I reopened them, the tendrils of my incubus essence hovered before me. Magical energy—or aether as Arcanes called it—was an invisible force to most people. Somehow, a mixture of my incubus senses and angel heritage allowed me to see it. Aether took all sorts of shapes. As my eyes focused into incubus sight, I saw streaking white comets whizz pas
t, swirling ultraviolet orbs, gray amorphous clouds drifting lazily, and galaxy-like swirls of white and ultraviolet mingling with each other. A network of glowing capillaries webbed the ground. Arcanes called them ley lines. Most of the ones near the surface were tiny but numerous. Deeper down, large arteries of aether thrummed through the earth.
I drew in a deep breath through my nose, drawing energy into my tendrils as if they were straws.
Shelton took out his arcphone—the Arcane equivalent of a normal smartphone—and flicked on an application to measure my performance.
I imagined ropes of energy wrapping around the cinder blocks and directed my will toward the effort. Glowing white lines formed around the targets. Holding out my staff, I imagined lifting the blocks. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the power gauge on Shelton's app jump straight into red territory. I gritted my teeth, groaned, and shouted, "Shoryuken!" The cinder blocks jumped, jerked, bumped together, and finally slammed into a crooked teetering tower.
With a gasp, I released my will, and the ethereal ropes vanished. The cinder blocks wobbled uncertainly before finding a semblance of balance despite their precarious positioning.
"Sweet monkey butts," Shelton said, holding the screen of his arcphone so I could see the results. "You blew through more energy to move those cinder blocks than it'd take to stop a woman from shopping."
I sighed. "I don't know why."
"Neither do I." He sighed. "That's one of the reasons I think the university will be good for you."
"Are you sure the kind of magic angels use is the same as Arcanes?" I'd pondered that question a lot lately, but hadn't arrived at any conclusions.
"It's got to be," he said, scrolling through the stats on his phone. "You use aether like the rest of us." He tapped his chin in thought. "Although, I don't recall seeing Nightliss use a staff or wand for a focus. Hell, I don't even remember her using words."
