immortals - complete series

by S. M. Schmitz

  “Meet us at her apartment in an hour,” Luca told him, and he gave him the address.

  Colin hung up and shook his head at Anna. “The least you can do if you’re really dragging me to Dublin is bring back your London accent.”

  “You have a London accent?” Dylan asked.

  He knew their history, but Anna had an affinity for languages and had mastered American English.

  Anna smiled at him, the first smile she’d been able to offer him in over a month. “I used to. We haven’t lived in England in centuries.”

  “Then why do you still have an Irish accent?” he asked Colin.

  Colin turned his scowl toward Dylan. “Because the universe thinks it’s funny, apparently.”

  “Oh, Colin, you need to get over this. Women love Irish accents, you know. Combine it with a gorgeous man like yourself, and it’s a good thing you’re already married to me, or I’d be quite jealous of all the attention you get.”

  But Colin had only ever cared about one woman, and his ancestry, his homeland and ethnicity had made him an outcast and, in many of her family’s friends’ eyes, not worthy of her affection. He would spend his five hundred ten years on this planet since meeting Anna feeling like he’d never been good enough for the woman who had inexplicably agreed to marry him. And she’d spend those same years remonstrating him for feeling that way.

  “So we’ve got an hour to kill,” Dylan exhaled impatiently, “and I’m guessing you don’t have any other experiences that could shed some light on how to track down this Jeremy beast and separate it from the archdemon that’s obviously protecting it.”

  Anna chewed nervously on her lip and Colin asked her to stop before Dylan noticed, but Dylan was smart and observant. He noticed. And he knew Anna and Colin were keeping something from him.

  “What?” he asked, but it sounded like a demand.

  “It’s so silly, Dylan. I don’t even know if it’s useful,” Anna protested.

  “Anna, everything at this point is useful information to me, because I’m working on zero knowledge here.”

  “Truthfully, we didn’t think anything of it at the time. We thought it was a scam, like one of those faith healings or something, but now, we’re not so sure.”

  Dylan spread his hands open and waited. “And? Con or not, we see some weird shit, Anna, so what did y’all see?”

  Anna glanced at Colin and he just shrugged, telling her she may as well share this story then she looked at Dylan. “We may have seen someone becoming possessed.”

  Chapter 4

  Cane Ridge, 1801. Colin and Anna found empty seats at the back of the tent on a wooden bench where a couple of men had pressed together to make room for them. They had arrived after the start of the revival and several ministers were already preaching. There was so much noise from the crowd that neither of them could make out what any of the preachers were saying. The men they sat next to didn’t seem as perturbed by their inability to hear; their faces were marked by the rapture of the hysteria sweeping this crowd.

  Anna wasn’t particularly interested in anything these Presbyterian or Methodist ministers had to say anyway. She’d wanted to see what the people were doing and experiencing, and they’d been following the stories of Finney’s revivals in New York.

  Colin and Anna sympathized with some of his initiatives like abolition and allowing women to pray openly with men, but claiming five thousand million souls had already been condemned to Hell and scaring people into his reforms and beliefs didn’t sit well with Anna and Colin. They knew better.

  But people never wanted to hear how easy salvation really was. They always seemed to want to believe it was for those who lived a lifestyle that almost no one could actually live. So Colin and Anna watched these Awakenings with a growing sense of regret and sorrow.

  They’d left New York and traveled to Kentucky, following the wave of religious revivalism on the Eastern coast. Ironically, it had brought with it plenty of opportunities for demons to exploit those humans who felt overwhelmed with guilt and shame by those ministers who made them feel hell-bound anyway. These revivals had kept Colin and Anna busy.

  Anna was watching a woman near one of the ministers on a stump. She kept clutching at her chest and pulling at her hair. Anna had seen people fake this sort of healing or mystical union before. It still fascinated her. She wasn’t sure if these people wanted the attention of the crowd nearby or the minister or if they just wanted to believe in their own salvation, but she always watched with an odd mixture of fascination, pity, and horror.

  Colin was more interested in a different crowd that had surrounded a minister on the stage near the front of the tent. They were the loudest of the group, and this minister had attracted more people than the others who were preaching. Colin wanted to get closer to see what he was saying, but Anna was still watching the woman who kept pulling at her hair and tearing at her dress. The crowd around her had started to move away from her.

  “She’s going to collapse. She’s getting hysterical. I hope there’s a doctor in here,” Anna thought.

  Colin watched her now, too. She was moaning and had started to reach toward the minister but several men stepped toward her and pushed her back. She lashed out at them and screamed in a language no one understood.

  “Speaking in tongues. That’s original.” Colin was really getting tired of these revivals.

  “I’m worried she’s going to get hurt. We should try to stop this.”

  “How?”

  Anna didn’t know. The woman screamed again and tore at her dress then lunged toward the minister. He stepped back, his eyes wide with fear, and fell off the stump he’d been preaching from. The men who had restrained her before rushed to the minister’s side, which meant she could attack him. She didn’t get far before she was tackled to the ground, pinned down by two of the spectators who were calling for help now. Most of the crowd stood silently by.

  Colin and Anna finally got off the bench and hurried to her side. The woman was thrashing on the ground, still screaming in a language no one understood, her eyes wild with anger and loathing. Anna heard the men muttering around her as she helped hold one of the woman’s legs down.

  “She’s possessed,” he said.

  The woman’s back arched and she shrieked. Colin rolled his eyes. She may be crazy, but she wasn’t possessed. They would have sensed a demon this close to the crowd, and they would certainly sense it now.

  “We need the minister. An exorcism,” another man said.

  The minister, limping from his fall, stood over the woman and she fixed her eyes, those green eyes filled with a hatred for him, on the man she’d tried to attack. She started speaking in her made up language again.

  Another preacher joined him and they stood over her and started praying, this ritual that was supposed to rid a human of demonic possession. Colin and Anna watched each other instead because they knew exorcisms didn’t work. And she wasn’t possessed anyway. She needed to get out of this tent and into an asylum.

  After ten minutes of prayers and admonitions for this demon to leave this woman alone, her body lay still and she stopped yelling in tongues, but her eyes were fixed on Anna. She wouldn’t look away from her, and that fierce loathing was still there. It unnerved Anna and Colin, but because the woman had quieted and lay still, the preachers claimed they’d successfully rid her of possession, and the other men helped her back up.

  Colin and Anna let go of her legs and stood back, trying to blend into the crowd, but the woman kept her eyes on Anna.

  “I’ve seen enough,” Colin said, still watching the crazy woman suspiciously, “let’s move on. This fire is going to spread through Kentucky. We’ll be here a while.”

  Anna took his hand and tried to look away from the crazed woman who was still watching her, but few humans had ever scared her as much as this woman was scaring her now.

  “She’s crazy, Anna. Crazy people are unpredictable and irrational. We need to get away from her.”


  “But what did I do to her? I only wanted to help.”

  “She’s irrational. Maybe you remind her of someone she knew who betrayed her. Who knows? Or maybe she thinks you’re the demon that possessed her.”

  Anna let Colin lead her out of the tent but cast one last look at the woman as she left. The woman’s narrow green eyes, filled with a fearsome abhorrence, never left Anna as she retreated from the revival at Cane Ridge.

  Chapter 5

  Dylan waited for more, but that was the end of Anna’s story. The woman didn’t follow them out of the tent and they never saw her again.

  “But if she’d been possessed, you would have sensed it,” Dylan said.

  “That’s what we always thought, too,” Anna responded, “but we didn’t know Jeremy was possessed the night we went to see him about the marking on his side. We know these archdemons are interfering with our abilities somehow now, but we’ve been thinking, maybe she was possessed before coming into that tent and that’s why we didn’t feel any demons there that night.”

  Dylan looked confused and shook his head. “If hiding out in a human’s body could protect them from being detected by hunters, people would get possessed all the time.”

  “Not necessarily,” Colin countered. “Possession isn’t easy. It takes permission from the person or something unusual, like with Jeremy.”

  “We still don’t know how Jeremy became possessed,” Dylan insisted.

  Anna grimaced because she was still concerned Jeremy’s possession was partly her fault. The demon he’d been fighting would have killed him if they hadn’t used their telekinesis, but being transformed into this monster was far worse than death.

  Colin suggested they go ahead and leave for Lacey’s apartment so they could pick up Max on their way. As soon as Max climbed into the passenger seat of Dylan’s car, Anna could tell he didn’t harbor the same resentment toward the O’Conners that Dylan did. Max turned around as he buckled his seatbelt and smiled at her.

  “Where did you both disappear to after your apartment blew up?” he asked.

  Anna smiled back at him. “We went to Tijuana then Ciudad Juárez for a few weeks. Always plenty of work there.”

  Max’s eyes widened at the thought of going to either place. “Guess so. Good thing you’re immortal.”

  Dylan kept his eyes fixed on the road in front of him, but Max chatted with them the rest of the drive. When they got to Lacey’s apartment, Max still seemed to be in a good mood and talked to Colin about the Saints’ chances of making the playoffs this year, which seemed to be annoying Dylan.

  Lacey opened her door, her chestnut hair pulled back in a messy bun, and Anna thought she looked far prettier in her baggy University of Colorado t-shirt and sweatpants than she had in the tight salmon pink blouse she’d worn last night. Colin was just wondering if they could catch one of those football games while they were in town.

  She invited them in and offered them coffee, and Anna flashed a wide smile at Luca as soon as she saw him sprawled lazily on Lacey’s sofa. He arched an eyebrow at her. “What?”

  “Thanks to you, Colin’s taking me to Ireland.”

  Luca’s brow knitted in confusion, but Anna turned away from him and introduced Max and Dylan to Lacey, whose attention stayed mostly on Anna.

  “How did you do that last night?” she finally asked her.

  Anna shot Luca a you-really-couldn’t-have-explained-any-of-this? glare and he just returned it with an I-was-busy shrug. Anna exhaled angrily in his direction and sat down next to him so she could kick him again if he pissed her off. She loved Luca, but his centuries of immortality were spent mostly alone, and he’d grown used to placing his own needs above others.

  In that secret way of theirs, Colin suggested she wasn’t being fair to him considering she’d never asked Luca to explain their situation to Lacey. If she’d asked, he would have done it. Anna told Colin to stay out of it.

  “Colin and I have been blessed with certain gifts. We’re faster and stronger than other humans and can sense demons easier. We’re telepathic, but only with each other. Don’t worry, we can’t read your mind. But what you witnessed last night is a new gift, and we don’t know how to control it yet. It’s like a kind of telekinesis, I guess. We can send out these bursts of energy that destroy lesser demons and it does something to archdemons, but unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to kill them. And we haven’t learned how to target it yet, so we only use it in emergencies. People have gotten hurt in the past,” Anna’s voice tripped over that last part and she knew Dylan was watching her, but she wouldn’t look at him.

  “Whoa,” Lacey said, “how did you get all these gifts? They don’t sell those at our local knife store.”

  “An angel,” Anna answered.

  Lacey had the same reaction most people had when talking about angels, which Colin and Anna never understood. They fought demons, yet remained skeptical about the existence of angels.

  “Ok,” Lacey said slowly, “what you makes you so special that some guardian angel gives you all these gifts but not other hunters?”

  “She’s not a guardian angel,” Colin told her. “She’s just an angel. There’s no such thing as guardian angels. And in our case, we have these gifts because I prayed for a miracle to save my wife’s life, and this was part of the deal we made with her.”

  Anna folded her arms across her chest and scowled at Luca. “You could help here, you know.”

  Luca feigned innocence. “I’m not telepathic or telekinetic either. I’d like to know how I can get those tools, too.”

  Anna thought about kicking him.

  “I take it back,” Colin told her. “He is just being an ass. Go ahead and kick him.”

  “Funny,” Anna said instead of kicking Luca. “You seem to have remarkable speed and senses as well.”

  “Why, thank you,” Luca smiled.

  Anna kicked him.

  Luca yelped but laughed at the same time and held up his hands in a placating gesture, as if offering Anna a truce. “Alright, I’m sorry! I have some of the same blessings. Hence the physical assault by my sweet Anna.”

  Lacey’s curiosity and maybe even disbelief turned to anger as she glared at Luca. “And you’re just now telling me?”

  “In my defense, it’s not the kind of information people tend to believe unless they’ve seen it. If I’d told you, you would have just thought I was crazy.”

  Colin nodded in agreement. “That’s completely true. We’ve all been accused of being lunatics over the years, even by other hunters. It’s partly why we don’t talk about it unless we have to.”

  Lacey exhaled slowly and turned to Dylan and Max. “What about you two? Any special gifts?”

  “Not for me,” Max answered.

  Dylan averted his gaze, and Anna thought if Dylan’s skin weren’t so dark, she may have actually seen him blushing. “Colin and Anna’s angel gave me the speed and sensory thing to help find Anna after she was abducted by an archdemon last month.”

  “Not only to help find Anna but to fight these archdemons. They’re circumventing rules somehow,” Colin added.

  Dylan just nodded, still studying his fingers folded in his lap.

  “Oh, my God. Let’s go to Ireland now, Colin.”

  “Why?”

  “Look at Dylan. He’s avoiding Lacey’s eyes. He’s embarrassed because he’s attracted to her.”

  “How do you know? Maybe he’s just embarrassed about the gift thing.” But Colin remembered having that same shy look on his face, the same awkward inability to meet Anna’s eyes when he ran into her outside of the butcher’s shop in London. And Anna didn’t need to answer Colin’s question because he’d already answered it for himself.

  “Ireland doesn’t sound so bad anymore,” Colin admitted.

  But Lacey either didn’t notice Dylan’s sudden awkwardness or didn’t care. She turned her attention back to Colin and Anna. “So you need space and privacy to try to work out this energy gift, right?”


  “Yeah,” Colin said, “lots of both.”

  “Lucky for you there’s plenty of wide open spaces around here. We’ll stay out of the mountains. Wouldn’t want to trigger a rock slide or anything.”

  Anna’s fingers were already trembling with excitement. “Where can we go? If we could learn how to control this… I don’t know, maybe that’s what it’ll take to actually kill these archdemons. The energy is too scattered right now, but if we can channel it…”

  Colin’s fingers tingled with the same sense of anticipation now, too. “How soon can we leave?”

  Lacey’s coffeemaker made that wooshing sound as it finished brewing and she gestured toward her kitchen. “Um, coffee first?”

  Normally, Anna would have agreed. Wasting coffee was a borderline criminal offense, but she was anxious to start practicing and to find out if this gift was as useful as they’d been hoping it could be.

  Lacey sighed when she sensed their eagerness and offered to find enough thermoses to take the coffee with them.

  As soon as she disappeared into the kitchen and Anna heard her rummaging through cabinets, she turned to Luca and whispered, “Does she know how old you are?”

  Luca’s mischievous grin crept over his face and lit up his eyes. “I’m twenty-eight.”

  Colin snorted and Anna rolled her eyes.

  “You’re too old for her,” Anna teased.

  “I’m too old for everyone,” he retorted.

  “Exactly. So don’t screw things up for us here,” Anna chided. “If she can help us by getting us out to secluded areas, we may actually figure out how to destroy these archdemons.”

  Luca clicked his tongue at her. “My sweet girl, I won’t mess up anything for you. She’s completely under my spell now.”

  “Oh, good Lord,” Colin muttered. “Luca, I’d only believe that if it were literally true. Were you gifted any sorcery powers?”

  Luca answered him in an old Italian and Anna stood up because Luca was obviously in one of his I’m-a-sex-god moods, and Anna was pretty sure he was no Eros. Or Cupid, considering he was Italian and all.