Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy)

by Tijan

  “Who is this?” Even his voice sounded like the tundra.

  “No one. Did you find something?”

  He drew up to his fullest height, which was impressive. I guessed he might’ve been over six feet and five inches, but I’m terrible at guessing that stuff. With his broad shoulders and his rich golden curls, the vampire could’ve passed as a member of the royal Viking family. “Raitscliff and Lucan have both found a female that might be the next.”

  “Their families are here?”

  The Viking nodded and waited for Roane’s command.

  Roane nodded once. His shoulders were made of stone. “Call the rest. I can’t fight both families alone.”

  “You are not alone.” The Viking sounded sincere. He laid a gentle hand on Roane’s shoulder and I was more surprised when it wasn’t shrugged off. Roane seemed to get strength from the simple touch.

  “I know I am not alone, Gregory, but I would fear for your life too heavily. Raitscliff has vowed your death since Hartsdale.”

  “He can try.” Gregory puffed up as his hand formed a tight fist.

  He had meaty hands. I could only imagine the damage one of those hands could inflict. Just… impressive…and horrifying.

  “Find Wren and I’ll meet you back at the house.”

  “And her?” He sneered at me.

  I straightened and fixed him with one of my glares. I could do the frostbite thing back at him. I think my glare bounced off him how my hand had bounced off of Roane before.

  “Go.” Roane ignored Gregory.

  Gregory clamped his jaw tight and abruptly disappeared from the room. He didn’t literally vanish, but the effect was the same. He was there. He was gone. And the door clicked in his wake.

  “Boyfriend?”

  Roane ignored me as he moved back to the window and peered through the blinds. Then he heaved a deep unnecessary breath.

  “Why do you do that?”

  “What?”

  “Breathe. Sigh. Why do you do that? You don’t actually breathe, you know. You don’t need air.”

  Roane studied me for a moment. “It’s habit. It’s the body’s habit. I try to grant the wish of the body.”

  “It’s not like you’re a demon that inhabits it. It was your body before you became a vampire.”

  He measured his words, but I caught the slightest inflection of… remorse? “To me, I was taught to respect the soul and the vessel of the soul. My mind might be similar, but I am not human, Davy. I don’t have that soul anymore. The body misses the soul. It’s a unique relationship that can’t be described, but there are vestiges. There are little remains that tell me what the body used to do with the soul. Breathing is just one of them.”

  Well—that was… very philosophical. I wasn’t sure I was glad that I had asked. “Oh.”

  “You’re a human, Davy. And yet, you’re more than the others. You know of us. You know of our world. You look down on us, but I’m human enough to know that you fear us. You went through a terrible thing with one vampire. I understand that his scars are still in you, that you think and feel because of them. They have power over you and yet—I think you’re above those scars. I think you can be above them.”

  I was blown away and infuriated by what he said. I was also pissed, though I wasn’t sure why. “You’re a Hunter. You’re a vampire. You own a restaurant. I’m guessing that you own a few of them. You go to college. Why do you even bother going to classes? Why pretend to be one of the lowly creatures we are?”

  Roane took a step forward.

  I leaned forward on the edge of the couch.

  He studied me like he was absorbing my image into his brain.

  I let him. I soaked up the attention—I’m not above admitting that. I wanted that attention. I wanted his attention. And I held my breath...

  “Why pretend? That’s your question? You shouldn’t ask it that way. You shouldn’t put us above you. Because it’s not like that, Davy. The new decree is supposed to remind us what it’s like to be human. Humanity. That’s what everything is for us. Some forget. Some want to forget. It’s about us not forgetting what we used to be. We used to be human. We used to have that soul inside of us and we cling to anything that will help us keep that reminder.” Roane surged forward. “Education is the right for any soul. There is a potential that is only granted freedom through education. To not learn, that’s to forget a soul’s humaneness.”

  And that was said by a vampire. “Good thing I’m in college then…”

  “Don’t joke this off. Don’t cover up what you are.”

  “I…” I opened my mouth, but what was there to say? I didn’t know… I couldn’t even formulate a thought. I just knew that my heart was pounding like a thundering racetrack.

  Roane opened his mouth, but closed it abruptly. He glided forward.

  I couldn’t think.

  He was only an inch away.

  I couldn’t… his hand swept upwards…

  I closed my eyes… his hand cupped the side of my cheek… then I gasped as his lips touched mine.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  His lips held mine softly, sensually, for a brief moment before his mouth opened over mine. He didn’t demand entry, but I gasped and his tongue slid sweetly inside.

  My hand held weakly onto his shoulder. Roane slid a hand down my arm to my waist and over my thigh. He lifted me in the air and sat me down on the edge of the desk. As my legs parted, he fit perfectly. A bubble burst inside of me and the remnants coursed through my entire body. I felt the heat fill my fingers, my toes, and even my neck where his thumb caressed lightly.

  My body melted, but Roane held me up. As my neck fell backwards, his hand held me still and his lips pressed fluttering kisses down to my throat. His belt buckle rubbed against the inside of my leg and then his hand lifted my leg to dangle it over his. I felt his body stiffen and surge against me. He paused once and I knew what he wanted. Every muscle stood out, prominent, from his skin. I saw the struggle in his stormy eyes. They were always coal black, but there was a silvery haze over them this time. He was hungry.

  And then…Roane drew in a ragged breath and I saw the decision jerk through his body. I felt the shudder against me, between my legs, and then I felt cold. Roane moved back and I felt the magic rip out from inside of me. I ached. It was like I was starving and been given something to eat, only to have it taken away after one taste. I wanted more and I reached forward without thinking.

  Roane weakly batted away my hand, but I caught his instead and hauled him forward. He was back between my legs, where he was supposed to be. This time I took control. I felt the indecision shudder through his body. My hand slid up his back and over each of his chiseled muscles to his corded neck, then down around his arm. I felt over his chest and explored the dip between each muscle in his stomach.

  My eyelids were heavy with desire as I looked up at him, but I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I’d been woken to life for the second time. I wasn’t about to go back to sleep. With that thought in mind, I drew him closer and met his lips. It was all he needed. Roane took control. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me on top of him.

  I wanted the barrier gone, but Roane ripped away from me again to slam a hand over the door. The door tried to open, but Roane barked out something. It sounded unintelligible to my ears, but I saw that the door remained shut after that.

  I gasped for breath. Cold air slammed against my insides. Oh god…. Oh… god….

  “Turn your shield on.”

  What? I looked up, but struggled to see Roane. It was like a black veil had fallen over my eyes. I knew he was there. I heard him, but I couldn’t see him. Then my body twitched and I drew in a panicked breath. I felt the desk underneath me. It was rattling and I realized, as if I were in the distance, that it was me. I was making the desk shake uncontrollably. I didn’t…

  “Davy!”

  Roane’s voice was so far away.

  “Roane,” I heard myself whimper.

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sp; “She’s going into shock, Lucas.”

  That wasn’t Roane. I frowned, but I felt myself falling backwards and then something caught me. I knew it was Roane, but I couldn’t see him. I opened my mouth to talk to him and ask him who had come into the room, but no sound came out.

  “Her heart is going crazy. You have to put her out.”

  “Shut up, Wren!” Roane snarled.

  “Her body is changing, but she’s still with us. Put her out, Lucas! She’s scared right now. Put her out and she’ll be fine when she wakes up.”

  I felt Roane’s chest jerk upwards, as if he couldn’t make the decision. I heard the struggle in his voice. “I… the dreams, Wren. I can’t… you don’t know what they go through.”

  “No.” The girl was cold. “This girl is not Talia. This girl is the new one and you have to put her out. She has to have those dreams, Lucas. They all have to have those dreams. She has to know what she is. Put her out.”

  I felt the surrender in Roane’s arms before he bent over my body. His hand wrapped around my throat and then…

  “Welcome.” The voice was harsh and sarcastic, but also upbeat.

  I looked up and saw nothing. I was in a black hole.

  “You know you’re dreaming. We know you’re dreaming. Everyone knows you’re dreaming.” The words came again. They rushed at me from behind this time.

  I sat up, shaken, but was surprised to find strength surge through my body. I flexed my hand slowly and held it in front of me. My hand wasn’t my hand. I saw through my hand, through my skin and my blood. Everything was silver. It ran through my entire body and was pumping into my heart.

  Oh my god—Roane! Kates! Anyone!

  “Stop whining.” It whipped around me again. I heard a laugh this time.

  “Who—what are you?”

  “This is the circus, didn’t you know? We’re in Alice’s Wonderland with the seven berry gummy bears. Exciting, right? I know you’re on the edge of your seat. I would be if I had a seat, but I don’t. I’m shapeless. I have no form. I have no solid. I’m the gray in between.” The voice bounced around me.

  “You’re psychotic. That’s what you are.” I drew in a breath.

  “I like you. I didn’t like the last one. She was weak.”

  “Weak?”

  “Yeah.”

  Suddenly, the girl from the roof stood in front of me. She wasn’t poised on the edge of the roof, not like that night or in my dream. This time she wore a yellow sweater over white jeans. Her red curls hung loosely down to her waist.

  “Her.” The voice was disgusted.

  “I was there that night.”

  “She died because you were there. If you hadn’t shown up on that roof, she couldn’t have died. She could’ve stabbed herself in the artery and she would’ve lived through it. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

  I closed my eyes, but I saw the same thing. Blackness. I opened my eyes and the girl was gone.

  “It’s annoying when you do that.”

  “Do what?” But I didn’t want to know. I wished that I would wake up.

  “When something happens that you don’t like, you try to escape it. You should stop. It’s a bad habit. Freaky Cinderella needs to see her toad or she might step wrong and squash him.”

  “I’m in a psych hospital, right? I’m having hallucinations and I’m actually schizophrenic. That’s what you are. You’re me talking to me and this doesn’t exist.”

  “Little Jack can’t run without his Jill. The pail won’t let them.”

  Yep. I was insane. “I need to go right now. I can pinch myself. I’ll wake up. Or I can kill myself. You always wake up before you die, right?”

  “There are rules, Jackass.” It screamed this time and with a blink of the eye I saw the girl again. She stood in front of me, looking through me, and I saw the hazel eyes from before. They weren’t sad or content this time. They were terrified and she quaked beneath my stare. Then someone passed me and I saw that she didn’t tremble because of me. She knelt as a black form loomed above her. It was a person, but the shape was too blurry. I couldn’t see who it was. I really wanted to know who it was. “Trees stand on the ground. The sun sets and rises again. The moon beams down. Waves roll back and forth and what’s underneath it all? Rules.”

  “Who is that?” I gestured to the black shape. Something was before me and I needed to know what it was. I felt the urgency shoot through my body and I glanced from the corner of my eye to my arm. I screamed as I saw the silver course through all of my body and explode outwards into a blinding light. The black shape was illuminated a man with a scar that ran from his eyebrow down his face to end below his neck. He held a jagged dagger in his hand and blood dripped from the tip.

  “Who is that?”

  “Would Jack and Jill have run up the hill if they had no pail?”

  I felt a poke in my side. “Stop it.”

  The voice laughed. “That wasn’t me, Freaky Cinderella.”

  “Don’t call me Freaky Cinderella,” I snarled and whirled around. Nothing. Darkness. As I whirled the other way I saw the same girl, but the scarred man was gone. She held the dagger this time and I watched, frozen, as she took the knife to her arm and gritted her teeth. As sweat beaded over her eyebrows, she started to cut her own skin.

  “She was the Freaky Cinderella,” the voice whispered in my ear.

  “Who are you?”

  “The water.”

  “Who’s the pail?”

  “You.”

  Not the answer I was expecting. “And Jack and Jill are...?”

  “Wrong answer, Freaky Snow White.”

  I was Snow White now. “Could you pick one fairy tale and keep with it? I’m getting confused.”

  “You haven’t been kissed yet. The seven berry gummy bears won’t let you be kissed. I wouldn’t like them if I were you.”

  “Thank goodness that you’re not me then,” I snapped back.

  There was a pause. I felt surprise in the air. “The seven berry gummy bears need to die.”

  “I’ll eat them. How about that?” I was nearing the end of my rope. The voice was starting to irritate me. I liked gummy bears and I hated fairy tales. “Reveal yourself. Now.” I felt the resistance in the air. It swirled around me. As I pulled one way, it pulled the other way. Then I screamed, “Reveal!”

  The air exploded. I blinked from the force of it and then I saw myself staring back at me. The real me was annoyed. “Who are you?”

  “The water.”

  Oh yes. I was a sarcastic brat. “No riddles. Who are you and who am I?”

  The other me smirked. “I’m the water. You’re the pail, but you need to figure out who Jack and Jill are.”

  “Humans and vampires.”

  “Try something more elemental than that. Those are species. Look at yourself.”

  I glanced down to my arms and lifted them high. I still saw the silver color pumping through my skin. I saw the tendons and ligaments attached to my muscles and bones. The silver ran through it all. I was a little unnerved, but I gritted my teeth. There had to be a message in all this nonsense.