immortals - complete series

by S. M. Schmitz

  Colin entered the church with as much reverence as he used to as a child, pausing by the font to dip his fingers into the holy water then crossed himself as he entered the interior of the church. It seemed empty but Colin knew it wasn’t. As he neared the sanctuary at the front of the church, he genuflected and crossed himself again, sitting at the edge of a pew. He kept his eyes fixed on the altar in front of him.

  Dylan hung back, sitting in one of the pews at the rear of the nave. Colin suspected he’d never even been in a Catholic Church before, and even the rituals he’d just displayed probably seemed bizarre and archaic to someone like Dylan. But Colin would never be able to abandon them, even if they were mostly contrived by men for no other purpose than people like ceremony.

  Colin had been in countless churches before, but he liked the familiarity of Catholic Churches, knowing he could find the same Stations of the Cross adorning the walls or pillars, the crucifix above the altar, the tabernacle at the center of the sanctuary with the candles always burning in the presence of the Host. He had held these buildings, these structures in such reverence as a child, and as a man, they promised the comfort of tradition and home.

  He felt her presence before he could see her, but suddenly, she was sitting next to him. Colin didn’t turn to look her, but kept his eyes on the crucifix hanging above the altar.

  “Where is she?” he asked.

  The Angel shook her head. “Oh, Colin. I don’t know. She’s disappeared.”

  Colin shot her an angry look, defiant, irate.

  “How can you not know where she is?” he hissed at her. “You promised she would be safe. That was part of the deal.”

  She nodded sadly. “I know. I remember. You’re the only one who can find her, Colin. I do believe that you can.”

  Colin exhaled and clenched his fists. There was no use trying to fight an angel though. “How? I can’t even sense her anymore. How am I supposed to find her? What the hell are these things we’re dealing with anyway?”

  Colin heard Dylan gasp from the back of the church. Apparently, he didn’t know angels weren’t particularly concerned with the language humans used. That was just another invention of man that didn’t concern them.

  “They’re demons. Powerful demons. They’re somehow eluding us, and we haven’t figured out how. That’s why we wanted you and Anna to be so careful here. We think they’ve been looking for you, and if they’ve taken Anna, we must have been right.”

  Colin shot her another sharp glance. “Why not just tell us all this three months ago? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through?”

  The Angel nodded sadly again. “Yes, Colin. I do. But I know you, and if you’d known she might be in danger, you would have tried to hide her, and at least here, you have help. You can’t do this on your own.”

  Colin studied her. She hadn’t changed at all, but then again, he suspected no angel ever changed. She still had the same long, flaxen hair, always shiny and smooth, the same pearlescent skin and soft gray eyes. But he also suspected she only looked like this for his sake. Angels probably didn’t look any more human than demons. He’d never asked her because the few times he’d ever talked to her, he’d had far more pressing matters to discuss.

  “You’ve got to help me find her. If she’s dead…”

  “I can only do so much, Colin. You know that.”

  “Goddamn it, do whatever you can then!” he yelled.

  Dylan stood up in the back. Colin figured as far as Dylan was concerned, he had just committed two cardinal sins – in a church, no less. Taking God’s name in vain and yelling at an angel. Or better yet, taking God’s name in vain while yelling at an angel.

  She was unfazed though. After all, they were just words. She knew Colin, and that’s why she was here.

  “You must use your gifts and your friends to find her. But it won’t be easy. And it will be even more difficult to save her, if she’s still alive. I can’t feel her either, or I would guide you. I can give you one more gift, Colin, but it’s all I can do. If it fails… if you cannot save her, then you will be released from your obligations. That was our deal.”

  The sorrow in her eyes was genuine. Colin had known her long enough to understand she didn’t play games or lie or manipulate people. She simply told the truth, and was usually quick and efficient about it. But he’d seen this look from her before. He recognized these expressions.

  Colin turned away from her and studied the altar in front of him again, the crucifix and the flickering candles at the side of the tabernacle.

  “They can’t take her?” he whispered. “Against her will? Her soul will still be hers?”

  “I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to talk her out of it. To trick her even. But if they kill her and she hasn’t surrendered it, her soul will always belong to her.”

  Colin felt the tears rolling down his cheeks, but he didn’t bother wiping them away. Dylan was still at the back of the church, perhaps waiting for some vengeful god to smite them all for his blasphemy. If such a god had ever existed, Colin was pretty damn sure he would have been smote long ago.

  The Angel moved closer to him, just as she had once so many years before, and put an arm around his shoulders and Colin sensed her peace, her love, her faith in him. “She is strong, Colin. I have faith in her, too. She will not lose herself.”

  Colin inhaled a weak, shaky breath. “But I can’t get her back if she does.”

  “No. No one can.”

  Her arm tightened around his shoulders and Colin wilted into her embrace, just as he’d done long ago when she had comforted him this way. He rested his head against her and she held him like a mother comforting her child and Colin felt all of the hope The Angel maintained for him and for Anna. Her faith in them was so complete that Colin couldn’t help but borrow some of that hope and faith and The Angel placed a soft kiss on his head and lifted his chin so he would look at her.

  “She has survived impossible odds before, Colin. Don’t forget. And this young man here with you is trustworthy and good. I will bless him before I leave so he can help you find her. He will have the same speed and strength as you and Anna, and the same ability to sense them.”

  Colin nodded. Dylan was probably the only other hunter here he did trust to help right now, and he was secretly glad The Angel agreed with him. Actually, it probably wasn’t much of a secret at all. She knew these things somehow. But she had given him confidence, a kind of peace that in the end, everything would work out. She couldn’t guarantee Anna’s safety or that he’d find her alive, but she had promised him they would be together forever, and no matter the outcome now, Colin knew she would abide by her agreement.

  The Angel offered him one more smile, a symbol of her affection and love, then reached over and touched his hand and a familiar sensation tickled his skin but passed quickly.

  “If you find her alive, she will have it, too,” The Angel added. “They are becoming more powerful. You’ll both need this.”

  And then she was gone.

  Chapter 9

  Anna stirred again, sure now that the room was growing colder, and she shivered against the hard plastic of the small cot. Her mind was still so muddled, so drunken and confused. She tried to open her eyes but they felt so incredibly heavy. The same sterile walls, the same steely door. Nothing else in this room except the chilling air and this vinyl cot that she lay on. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered again.

  Her mind slipped into another dream or memory or both. In this room, in this world she was in now, what difference did it make? Anna was sewing. She hated sewing, but it had to be done. A seam on one of her favorite dresses had started to unravel and that had finally forced her to sit down and tackle the pile of clothes she’d been trying to ignore.

  Colin watched her, an amused smile on his lips because he knew she’d rather charm snakes than wrestle with needles and thread. He was useless though. He’d never learned to sew.

  Anna caught him watching her and offe
red him a coy smile. “The least you could do is entertain me. Read something to me.”

  Colin lifted a pamphlet laying on the table beside him. “Hm. Would you like to hear the letter King Charles wrote to Parliament agreeing to end hostilities?”

  Anna lifted her eyes to look at him. The war had ended a month ago, but she was bored. So Colin read it to her and Anna listened to each word, but remained doubtful, and when he was finished she looked up from her dress again.

  “Do you think it will last?”

  Colin shook his head. “No, there’s far too much animosity here. As far as these Puritans are concerned, our King may as well be Catholic, and that alone should have resulted in his dethronement.”

  Anna snickered. “Well, you’re Irish, Colin. How torn you must be. Your country’s fighting against English and Scottish rule, but at least King Charles isn’t trying to eliminate Catholicism.”

  “I’m not Catholic anymore,” Colin reminded her.

  Anna smiled again and turned her attention back to her sewing. She knew he’d only converted to please her parents.

  “And we’ll fail,” Colin sighed.

  Anna put her dress down and moved closer to him. Being an Irishman in London had become even more difficult in the past five years, and Anna knew what a toll it was taking on him. She ran a hand through his silky bronze hair and kissed him.

  “Are you done with your sewing then?” he asked her, and Anna recognized that tone, that smile.

  “For now,” she assured him.

  Just like last time, as Colin kissed her, he vanished, dissipated and the room became dark. But she wasn’t thrown into an eternally black abyss. She was alone in her apartment in Baton Rouge, except all of the windows were bricked, and the door was cemented closed. She pulled on the door handle, twisting and yanking, and when it didn’t give, she tried kicking the door and screaming, but no one came to rescue her. She was trapped.

  She checked each window for any brick that may have weaknesses and tried knocking them loose, but they were as tightly bonded as whatever was keeping her door closed. She dug around her apartment until she found her cell phone and kept trying to dial Colin’s number, but she couldn’t remember his number. Her contact list was empty.

  She wanted to call the cops, but her fingers kept pressing the wrong numbers and she’d have to delete them and start over, and as she tried to dial those three simple digits for the tenth time, she heard the scratching at her door. Something was out there. And it hadn’t come to rescue her.

  Anna set her phone down and reached down to her boot, then realized she wasn’t wearing her boots. She didn’t have her dagger or knife. She was unarmed. The scratching at the door grew louder as the visitor outside her door tried to claw its way inside. Anna ran into her kitchen and pulled open drawers and cabinets, looking for any metal knife that might work, but her kitchen was empty. There was nothing in it at all. And that scratching turned into a splintering sound as whatever was on the other side of her door broke through.

  Anna turned to face the door and noticed a hole the size of a football. It couldn’t get through yet, but she could see a furry gray-green paw with long claws pulling at the broken wood. It wouldn’t be long before it was inside her apartment. Anna ran into her bedroom and slammed the door closed and locked it. She grabbed the nightstand by her bed to place it in front of the door, but it wouldn’t move. It was as glued to the floor as the bricks were to her windows. She pulled on her bed, but it wasn’t budging either.

  A cracking fracturing sound told Anna the demon had broken through. It was in her apartment and she was defenseless. She couldn’t escape, and she couldn’t fight back. And Anna was terrified. The beast scratched at her bedroom door, and Anna started to pray.

  Her bedroom transformed into the cold gray room of her prison, and the door swung open. The same man entered, at least she thought it was the same man. She couldn’t concentrate on his face and his features were still amorphous, just a blur of color and shapes. He crouched in front of her again and spoke her name. She blinked, trying to focus on his eyes, but the world would not focus.

  “Anna,” he said again.

  “It’s so cold.” Her teeth chattered as she spoke.

  “Would you like to be warm?”

  A game. He was playing a game. Anna shook her head and closed her eyes.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice so slippery and smooth.

  Anna refused to open her eyes or acknowledge him. She would not play his game. These dreams. They were part of his game. She didn’t know how he was doing it, but he had to be controlling them somehow.

  “What about him? Would you like to save him?”

  She stopped breathing. A game, she reminded herself. It’s just a game. “He isn’t here.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I would know.”

  “Like he knew you disappeared?”

  Anna’s eyes shot open and she stared at the man in front of her. For the briefest of seconds, his features settled into place, pale blue eyes and jet-black hair, a handsome man, but not so obviously crafted after an airbrushed image off the cover of a Harlequin novel. Those features dissolved into their regular haze as quickly as they’d emerged from it. She was thrown back into that swirling vortex, like she was a ship in a storm.

  “How did you do that?” she asked. She was certain the room had gotten colder, too.

  “You think your side is so much stronger than ours.”

  Anna wasn’t sure if it was a question or not. She heard it as a statement, but answered him anyway. “No, I just believe our side is so much better than yours.”

  He laughed and new, different chills broke out across her flesh. “Well, that’s subjective, Anna.”

  Anna shook her head again. “I’ve met plenty of you assholes and I don’t know how you’re hiding your nature from me, but you’re not human. You all make me sick. And I’ve met an angel. She made me feel calm and peaceful and loved. That’s not so subjective. Not to me.”

  “So you are blessed.” His voice sounded lower, rougher, gravelly.

  Anna tried to fix him in her gaze again, but her eyes would not cooperate, not again. “More than you could ever know.”

  He thought about this, but didn’t move. Even though he didn’t smell or have the signature markings of a demon, Anna wanted him as far away from her as possible. He unnerved her in a completely different way, and she was nauseated by his presence.

  “We’ve cut you off from each other. So tell me, Anna. How do you know he isn’t here? And how much are you willing to let him suffer before you stop being so stubborn?” Then he stood up and left the room.

  Anna stared at the smooth metal door for a long time, reminding herself this was all part of their game. Colin wasn’t here. He couldn’t be. But her stomach roiled with the fear and uncertainty because she was completely cut off; somehow, she had been cut off from him right before her abduction. She couldn’t sense their natures. And she still felt so disoriented, so seasick and immobilized.

  Suddenly, his cries filled the air around her, and it was the only sound now in her confinement, echoing off the gray-blue walls. He was in pain.

  “Colin!” she called back to him. She could hear her name. He was screaming for her.

  She tried to sit up and the room spun and she leaned over the edge of the cot to throw up but nothing came out. Her stomach was empty and her body shook with the dry heaves of trying to rid herself of something that wasn’t there. He was still screaming. God, what were they doing to him?

  She called for him again and again until her throat was raw, but he never stopped screaming, he never stopped crying her name, begging for them to stop until Anna found herself praying for death for both of them. But it never came, and on through the night, he called for her, and on through the night, Anna became more and more convinced she’d been dragged into Hell.

  Chapter 10

  Colin and Dylan finished their coffee at the diner they’d st
opped at after leaving the church. Dylan had more questions than Colin wanted to answer right now, mostly about what had happened inside the church, especially to him. Although he hadn’t seen The Angel touch him, he’d felt something and knew he’d been changed. Colin’s curt response that he’d be faster and stronger now apparently wasn’t satisfying.

  Dylan tried to ask him for the third time if it was permanent or temporary, and if that’s all she’d changed, and if it meant he had to act all holy now, and Colin was losing his patience.

  “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Dylan, I don’t even know what that means. Like do you have to become a priest?”

  Dylan shrugged.

  Colin rolled his eyes and for the first time in a long time, allowed himself to mutter aloud in Gaelic.

  “What the hell was that? German?” Dylan asked.

  Colin narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth but nothing came out except an exasperated breath. He tried again. “I’m Irish, Dylan.”

  Dylan shook his head. “Yeah, and Irish people speak English.”

  Colin sighed. “Are you just messing with me?”

  It was 2:00 a.m. and the only thing he cared about was finding Anna.

  A smile finally cracked the corners of Dylan’s lips then they spread over his narrow white teeth as he started laughing.

  “Asshole,” Colin mumbled.

  “Seriously, though, I didn’t know anyone actually spoke Gaelic anymore.”

  Colin threw a dollar bill on the table for the waitress and stood up. “A few do. Reclaiming our history and all that.”

  Dylan followed him out of the diner. “Are you sure we should go out there now?”

  The sharp look Colin cast in his direction cut Dylan off. “I didn’t mean it that way, Colin. We’re all tired though. Just seems like a recipe for making mistakes and getting people hurt or killed.”

  “Anna is in danger of being hurt or killed, if she’s still alive. If you don’t want to come with me, then you can come back. Bring me to the woods though. My car’s still there.”