Inception (The Reaping Chronicles, 1)

by Haviland, Teal

  “I’m going to have a hard time refraining from putting my hand through your chest and ripping your heart out, human, just so I can feel life leave you with its last beat.” He had to fight that urge, especially when he saw the look of terror grow in Lucas’s eyes. But he knew he’d have even more fun with Lucas later. He moved closer and whispered. “If you want to save Gabrielle, I suggest you come with me—now.” Javan waited for his response, but Nate spoke.

  “I don’t think so, man. He’s not going anywhere with you.”

  Javan turned his hostility toward Nate, growling. It was a long and grumbling warning. He contorted his face as he’d done with the policeman weeks before but didn’t unleash the full force of it. Javan didn’t need an audience, only for Nate and Nonie to fear for their own lives enough to give him time to get Lucas away. Nate stumbled back until he hit the wall. Nonie went to his side. He was dazed, but Javan knew he would snap out of it soon enough.

  Javan looked back to Lucas who was about to say something. He let out another low growl in warning and put his hand firmly around Lucas’s arm. Lucas winced from the pressure as Javan turned him toward the side door a dozen feet away.

  He led Lucas to the exit as swiftly as he could without anyone noticing. Luckily, the music was loud and had changed to something that was apparently popular just as he had reached the threesome . Most everyone was dancing or bobbing their heads as they watched the mob of high schoolers thrash about on the dance floor. As he pushed through the side door into the night air, turning to shut it again, he felt something stop it from closing.

  The now angry, red-faced blond stepped into the night, letting the door close behind her. She spread her feet apart as if she was bracing for an attack, her hands pulled into fists next to her hips.

  Javan smirked, amused by the girl’s bold show of guardian instinct, but he didn’t have time to test how far she’d go. She opened her mouth and took half a step toward Javan; he sent her against the brick wall. Nonie hit her head so hard that Javan and Lucas heard the thud. She fell in a heap, moving only slightly after she landed.

  Lucas gasped, but Javan squeezed his arm harder, making sure pain ripped through Lucas’s thoughts so he could think of nothing but feeling like his bone was about to break.

  Javan hissed a warning in Lucas’s ear. “Your little friend is fine, just taking a nap. I think you need to be more concerned about your precious Gabby. If you don’t concentrate on her, I can assure you that she won’t live to see the rise of tomorrow’s sun.”

  Javan spun him toward the black car idling before them. Lucas watched the rear window drop slowly to reveal something that he was sure the human would have never thought he’d see.

  Chapter Seventy-four

  Lucas ~ Win-Win

  Lucas’s heart sank when he saw Gabby, making him forget the pain he felt from the vice grip on his arm. She was held by someone who stayed partially out of view. Shadows cast into the car, making the golden glow of something wrapped several times around Gabby’s chest create an eerie effect. He wasn’t sure what it was, but Gabby had told him the only things that could harm an angel were Divine weapons. She seemed only somewhat aware, drifting in and out of consciousness. Lucas made a move to reach her, and pain tore through his arm again. His knees buckled.

  “What the hell!” Lucas screamed in protest.

  “Shut up,” Javan said through clenched teeth as he pulled Lucas back to his feet toward the other side of the car where the door seemed to open for him by some invisible hand. He threw Lucas into the backseat on the other side of the person, or thing, holding Gabby.

  He felt something wrapping around his chest, and then he was being pushed back in the seat. He looked down to see he’d also been bound, ensnaring his arms tightly to his sides. The movement was swift. Lucas barely had time to take in a full breath and exhale before his entrapment was complete. He knew before he looked next to him there was no way they could be human. But he didn’t expect to see who was there when he gathered the courage to glance. Mara was smiling at him innocently.

  “Hey, lover,” she said, then leaned in as if she was going to kiss him.

  “Mara! Enough!” his captor commanded her from the driver’s seat. “We don’t have time for your games.”

  “Who are you?” Lucas asked who he assumed was a demon that had drug him out of the building, away from his friends—away from safety. It was the first real sentence he was able to form in his mind and get his mouth to cooperate in articulating. He’d felt almost mute since he’d turned to see whomever this was descending on him in the gym.

  “I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Gabrielle most likely would have told you my name already.”

  “Javan.” Lucas had suspected when he saw Mara. Gabby had told him she was palling around with him. Now he was sure her ex was in the driver’s seat, and he was in that seat in more ways than the literal one since Javan had him and Gabby under his control.

  “I’d ask what Gabrielle has told you about me, but I’m sure I’d rather not know. Besides, she doesn’t have time to spare for our small talk.”

  “What do you mean?” Lucas tried to see her better, but Mara wouldn’t let him get a good look. “Gabby! Gabby, can you hear me?”

  “Lucas?”

  Gabby’s voice was barely a whisper. Whatever they’d done to her, she didn’t seem to be doing well.

  Lucas felt the car gun forward as Javan sped through the school’s parking lot toward who knows where. As the school slipped away behind him, any hope of human intervention slipped away with it. He was on his own to deal with two demons and no telling what else. He couldn’t see the speedometer, but Lucas thought they were going fast—so fast he felt there was no way the natural world could create that speed.

  He wondered how many miles of his former reality they’d already left in their wake.

  “What the hell did you do to her?”

  “Easy. She’ll be just fine as long as you do exactly what I ask of you tonight.”

  Lucas looked back at Gabrielle. He thought he saw her trying to open her eyes. Fear gripped his insides even more. He had to do anything he could to save her. He steeled himself, not wanting to let her down.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  Javan snickered caustically. “That was easy. You must really think you love her. More than that, you must really think she loves you.” He snickered again, this time heartier.

  “What would you know about love, Javan? You gave her up. For what? Selfish desires? Yeah … I love her. And I would never willingly give her up like you.”

  “Stupid human. You have no idea about anything you think you know.” Javan paused. “But you didn’t say you know she loves you, too. So maybe you’re not so stupid after all. Tell me, are you starting to feel as inferior and unequal to her as you are? I bet you’re feeling her slip away from you.”

  Silence filled the car—an uncomfortable, telling silence. Lucas was sure Javan knew he’d struck a nerve, and he would apply as much pressure to it as he could.

  “Lucas, let me help you out here before you get in any deeper. You have no way of being what she needs for any real length of time. You see that, don’t you? You’re just a human. You’re mortal. She’s not only an angel, she’s one of the most powerful angels Yahuwah has ever created. Do you have any idea what that means?” Javan let loose a disgusted laugh. “Why am I asking? Of course you don’t. Like I said, you’re just a lowly human. It wasn’t that long ago your kind believed the Earth was flat—idiots. You don’t have the capacity in your tiny minds to understand beyond the thoughts Yahuwah allows you to have—which isn’t much.”

  “That’s all true, Javan. But He apparently didn’t think much of you, did He? I think you just hate humans because you’re jealous,” Lucas ended in a matter-of-fact tone.

  “Jealous? Of what?
What do humans have I’d be jealous of, Lucas? What do you have that I don’t?”

  The superiority that Javan felt was apparent in his tone. It seemed to drip from his mouth as he spoke. Lucas’s pulse rose from his anger even more than from his fear.

  “That’s easy—we have God’s forgiveness. Since you can never get back into Heaven again, my guess is forgiveness isn’t something He’ll offer to you. Am I right?”

  It was Javan’s turn to sit in silence. Lucas wondered if he was doing so not only out of frustration, but also out of the need to calm himself so he didn’t throw Lucas out of the car to his death.

  When Javan did speak, Lucas could tell by his tone that he was stifling his anger. Lucas felt a sense of victory in knowing that he’d gotten to the demon, but he knew that feeling was also probably going to be short-lived.

  “Let’s get down to business, Lucas. Here’s what you’ll do if you want to keep Gabrielle alive. It’s simple. Get a book for me and place it safely into my hands.”

  Lucas considered what was being asked of him. It sounded simple. Lucas wondered what kind of book was so important to him. A feeling of dread passed through him as he considered the possibilities.

  “Why don’t you get it yourself? Why do you need me?”

  “Your only concern should be Gabrielle’s safety. Do you not care what happens to her?”

  “Of course I care. I just don’t understand why you have to use me to get a book if it’s as simple as you say.”

  “Again, it’s really not your concern. I will tell you, though, that what’s easy for you isn’t as easy for me or any of my kind. So, you see, I do need you. And I had to make sure you needed something from me, too. Gabrielle. It’s a win-win, Lucas.”

  Lucas tried to look out the window of the car, but the tint was so black that he couldn’t make anything out. He glanced back over to Gabby. He was getting more concerned. She hadn’t made any movement for a while, and the only sound she made was an occasional low moan.

  Mara looked at him, and the sight of her eyes glowing that creepy shade of chartreuse made him shiver. Was the girl he’d originally met still anywhere in there?

  “Don’t worry, lover. She’s still breathing—for now.” Mara smiled an innocent smile as if this was a sick double-date. As if he and Gabby weren’t living what may well be their last night.

  “What do you say, Lucas? Are you going to be the champion for your angel in distress? Or are you going to let her die?”

  “I’ll do what you want,” Lucas answered. He had no way to save Gabby and not do what Javan wanted. Javan knew what the answer would be before he asked.

  “No hesitation—valiant. I’m sure Gabrielle would be touched by your bravery, but only for a little while. She’d continue to grow tired of you.”

  It sucked that Javan was probably right. It didn’t matter, though. Not while she needed him. Right now, all that mattered was making her safe, again.

  “Even if I knew she was going to grow tired of me, Javan … I love her. I’ll do anything I can not to let her down.”

  Lucas couldn’t see Javan’s face but was sure he’d see a triumphant, smug smile if he could. He hated being so weak, and he seemed to be increasingly surrounded by others with epic strength and abilities—making that weakness even more apparent.

  Javan was right; he was just a lowly human. Now that he knew it, he wished it could be changed. But he couldn’t see how he would ever be anything more than a simple mortal or how Gabrielle could ever continue to want him.

  “Where are you taking me?” Lucas asked in a defeated tone.

  “New Orleans.”

  Lucas tried to make himself more comfortable, but it wasn’t working. It was no surprise that bondage wasn’t conducive to relaxation. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes anyway. Sleep wasn’t something he thought he’d actually achieve, but he didn’t want to see the inky view outside the car’s windows or the creepy glow of Mara’s eyes every time he tried to look at Gabby.

  As soon as his eyes closed, though, he felt the car slowing—and he was sure they were descending.

  “We’re already there? How? New Orleans is at least a seven hour drive.” He opened his eyes and tried to see out the window he was resting his head against, but all he saw was the same ebony expanse of nothingness.

  He heard Javan snicker again as the car settled. “Like I said, you have a tiny mind, Lucas.”

  Javan got out of the car and closed the door. By the time he opened Lucas’s, Mara had freed him from his bindings, and Javan had a vice grip on his arm again. When he emerged into the night, he had to shield his eyes until they adjusted; even though the moon was temporarily behind a low cloud, the light was still brighter than what he’d grown accustomed to during the car ride.

  Once he was able to open his eyes and focus on the surroundings, there was no mistaking New Orleans. Javan had parked right beside one of the city’s famous above-ground cemeteries.

  Chapter Seventy-five

  Gabrielle ~ The Coven

  Gabrielle didn’t know what the Qalal might be up to or if they were after Lucas, but she wasn’t going to wait to see if they made it all the way to where he was. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe they were brazen enough to attack. Or maybe they were positioning themselves to strike when there were less witnesses.

  Gabrielle had already moved to intercept them as she went through the different possibilities, and it wasn’t until she was closing in on their location that she stopped and realized she’d left Lucas unprotected—unprotected when he thought she was watching over him. She weighed the danger and decided again he was probably safe with so many others around even if she wasn’t right outside. She started toward the Qalal, once more.

  Lucas is safe, but someone else might not be.

  He wasn’t the only human she was supposed to protect, and the Qalal were acting too erratic to do nothing.

  Drawing closer to them, she noticed a glow of yellow and orange leap from the ground ahead of her. The Qalal had stopped as suddenly as they’d begun to move and did so just outside the glow.

  The yellow and orange light was from a bonfire, and six Qalal now surrounded it. They remained unmoving in the cloak of blackness, undisturbed by the light cast from the billowing flames. Within the circle of light was a group of teenagers.

  They were in mortal danger. They were far enough away from any other human eyes that an attack on them wouldn’t be seen. The closest house was at least two miles away, too far for their cries for help to be heard.

  Her thoughts went back to Lucas again, but right now, he wasn’t the one in danger. The ten unknowing teens, laughing and drinking beer, oblivious to the advance of the silent predators around them, were. The Qalal were so close that the teens nearest to the edges of light would have been able to feel their breath if the Damned actually had need of pushing air in and out of their mouths—mouths that were used for something more lethal.

  Gabrielle sensed something moving up behind her—quickly. She swung around in time to recognize the erratic energy of another of the Damned. She raised her hand, about to attack, when it halted about twenty yards away. It proceeded to circle her slowly—like a wildcat waiting for its chance to pounce.

  “You know, angel, you have no right to strike. We haven’t done anything to warrant your attack,” the Qalal said. “You should remember the rules your Lord binds you to follow when dealing with us.”

  “I forget nothing, Qalal. I need no reminder from you. But one move from your friends, and I will be happy to hold up the end of the bargain Yahuwah made with your kind—with a swiftness.” Gabrielle took in the appearance of the female who circled her.

  She was quite beautiful. Her hair was as long as Gabrielle’s, but unlike her almost black shade that blended into the night sky, the Qalal’s had a red hue that glowed like an ember
in the moonlight. Her skin was pale against the night’s shadow, and her deep red eyes filled with contempt as she looked at Gabrielle as if she was this Qalal’s enemy even before this encounter.

  “Do you really think you can take on so many Qalal at once?”

  Gabrielle almost laughed. “Without a doubt.”

  The ground beneath the Qalal’s feet trembled, causing her to spring back. She looked down, then back at Gabrielle. The Qalal showed a glint of white teeth between lips parted by a smile.

  “You’re no ordinary angel—are you?”

  “There are none of Divine blood you should ever think of as ordinary. Do so at your own peril. It makes no difference to me what befalls a rogue Qalal or any of her coven.”

  “Ooh … harsh.” The Qalal was beginning to circle again. “What makes you think it’s my coven?”

  “You approached me for confrontation. Only the highest member of a coven would have the feeling of power that would cause them to be comfortable with an angel fixated on them. You think you can take me.” Gabrielle smirked. “I know I can take you. Your followers are too smart, or you’re too foolish. Both are probably true. So many times, the smart ones stay in the shadows of those who want to shine the brightest.” Gabrielle paused and closed the distance between her and the female Qalal by half. “Did you know a star shines brightest right before it dies?” She waited for a response that didn’t come. “You haven’t been a Qalal for long, have you? Little more than a few hundred years would be my guess.”

  “How can you tell?”

  “Your kind are slow to learn.”

  Gabrielle could tell she struck a nerve. The woman’s smile turned into a sneer accompanied by a guttural growl. Gabrielle was amused to have rattled the young Qalal so easily. It only showed her youth and inexperience.