immortals - complete series

by S. M. Schmitz

Lacey returned with a thermos in each hand and set them down on an end table.

  “You’d better be willing to drink it black if we’ve gotta leave now,” she warned.

  Lacey drove them out of the city where barren fields stretched for endless miles; she pulled off the highway and onto a narrower, emptier road with more yellow-orange expanses of empty spaces around them.

  Luca was following her in his car with Dylan and Max, and as Lacey pulled over to the side of the road, Luca parked behind her.

  “We’ll go on foot for a while now,” she announced.

  They walked into that vast wasteland and Anna shuddered as the memory of a nightmare from her abduction resurfaced, of being trapped in a blistering desert with a sun that never set and scorching sands that burned her skin and eyes.

  But the air here was cool and dry, and the morning sun was comfortable, not oppressive. Colin took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently as the horror of that memory emerged. He tried to replace it with more pleasant images and thought of the first time she’d tried to teach him the foxtrot.

  They were in New Orleans in 1925 and Anna wanted to go dancing. Colin took her to a club where the bartender introduced her to her new favorite cocktail and as the band played another ragtime tune, Anna tried to drag Colin onto the dance floor. He pulled her back and looked at her warily.

  “What are they dancing?” he asked.

  Anna smiled because it was just like Colin not to pay attention to the crowd when they went out. “It’s the Foxtrot, Colin. They’ve been doing it for a decade now.”

  He watched the dancers skeptically. “It’s like a fast waltz?”

  Anna shrugged. “With an extra beat. And a few more flourishes.”

  Colin still looked skeptical and Anna laughed. “Oh, come on.”

  She pulled him back toward the dance floor and this time, he let her.

  Anna leaned her head against his arm as he replayed this memory for her, this playful memory as she taught him a dance he’d only learn to appreciate over the years as swing dancing became popular. He’d take the foxtrot over that any day. But he learned every new trend for her over the centuries because she loved to dance, and Colin would have mastered the samba if it made her happy.

  Lacey stopped and looked back toward the road where their cars were parked. “I can’t see the cars from here. We should be far enough away from any passing motorists.”

  “Yeah, but what about us?” Dylan asked.

  He and Max had been hit by this burst of energy before, and they weren’t immortal like Luca.

  But Lacey just shrugged it off. “We’ll stand back a ways. Luca was right next to Colin last night, and he was fine.”

  Anna shot Luca a this-is-what-you-get-for-lying scowl.

  “I probably got lucky. We’d better give them plenty of space, just to be safe,” Luca said.

  “Next time, kick him harder.” Colin scowled at Luca, too. He was pretty sure the only reason he wasn’t telling Lacey the truth was that he figured she’d freak out and refuse to sleep with him again if she knew he was over six hundred years old.

  As the other hunters walked away from them, Colin set several plastic buckets on the ground fifty feet in front of where Anna and he would try to knock only one of them over. He spaced them ten feet apart, and as Anna watched him, she grew more and more nervous.

  “Colin, I don’t even know how to begin. These other gifts just came naturally to us. Why is this one so much different? Maybe we can’t channel it. Maybe this is it.”

  Colin returned to her side, and squeezed her hand again. “If so, then we must have been meant to hunt on our own from now on, and that’s not what The Angel told me. She said we’d need help and we should trust some of those hunters in Baton Rouge.”

  “Right. The one who is now a demon and the one who hates us for not killing that demon.”

  Colin chewed on his lip as he thought about that. “Well, we still have Max.”

  Anna wasn’t sure if that made her want to laugh or cry.

  In the distance, they heard Luca yelling, “Come on, get on with it!”

  “So,” Anna thought, “thinking of it as a whisper didn’t work. What’s your idea?”

  Colin studied the buckets in front of him. They only wanted to knock down the one in the middle.

  “Concentration?” he suggested.

  Anna sighed but agreed to try. It’s not like she had a better idea. They focused on the middle bucket, and the tingling warmth spread from their fingers to their chests, a pleasant buzzing inside them. They focused on the bucket for such a long time, Anna’s vision began to blur and she had to blink the white cylinder back into focus. When they released the energy they’d been holding onto, it scattered everywhere, creating a dust storm around them, sending yellow-orange clouds of sand into the air. When it settled to the ground, they were standing in a shallow crater and the buckets were gone.

  Anna and Colin spun around to check on the other hunters, but they had backed far away from them. Luca put his hands to his mouth. “Didn’t work, O’Conners.”

  “I am so kicking him in the balls next time,” Anna growled.

  Colin turned around again to look for the buckets, but there were only fragments of yellow and white plastic scattered among the sand and dirt of this Colorado landscape. “So… holding it in makes it stronger. I guess we should be faster next time.”

  Anna threw her hands up. “Next time? Our targets are destroyed! What the hell are we going to practice on?”

  Luca had jogged over to them and clucked his tongue at Anna again. “You’re giving up too easily, my sweet girl. I’ll go check the cars for something else you can use.”

  Dylan hadn’t been far behind Luca and he shook his head at Luca’s retreating figure. “This is a waste of our time. We could be doing something to find these bastards, and instead we’re out in the middle of nowhere watching you blow up a bunch of shit.”

  Colin wanted to argue with him, but he had a terrible suspicion Dylan was right. Anna had been watching Luca, and he stopped halfway to the cars and stood frozen. The hunters instinctively reached for their daggers, fearing he’d sensed a demon, but Luca suddenly turned around and ran back to them, calling for Lacey and Max to join the others.

  As he reached them, panting from the exertion, Anna and Colin immediately knew it hadn’t been a demon he’d sensed. Luca’s eyes were glowing as he grinned at the hunters around them.

  “My angel has finally decided to show up.”

  Chapter 6

  Anna and Colin had only a few seconds to gape at Luca before a man with toffee brown hair and sapphire eyes stood beside him, looking completely at home in the barren landscape between Boulder and Denver in his khaki cargo pants and gray Avengers t-shirt. Colin heard himself asking before he could stop himself.

  “Marvel fan?”

  The angel smiled at Colin and shrugged a shoulder at him. “Who isn’t?”

  “He’s not a lot like our angel, is he?” Anna asked.

  Except in many ways, he was just like her. He exuded the same kindness, compassion, love, and peace their Angel always had. It was part of being an angel just as the hatred, fear and evilness was part of being a demon. Neither side could change their natures.

  Luca put his hands on his hips and faced his angel. “I’m guessing you didn’t come to give me this cool energy power they have.”

  The angel shook his head. “No. It’s too powerful a gift to bless anyone with unless we’re desperate, and they were in a desperate situation. But it’s also extraordinarily difficult to control, which is why you’re going to help them learn how to use it.”

  Luca threw his hands up. “How? I don’t even know how they’re doing it.”

  “Because you know someone who can help them. You trained him years ago. Find Andrzej and he’ll be able to teach them to control this power.”

  “Great,” Luca muttered, “so that makes three people I’ve trained with awesome superpower
s that I don’t have. Remind me again why I’m doing this?”

  His angel’s smile broadened, revealing a mouth full of straight white teeth, and he chuckled, “You’re irreplaceable to us, and you know that, and that’s why you’re still doing this.”

  Luca narrowed his eyes at the angel. “Keep talking.”

  But the angel just shook his head and rolled his eyes at him. “I’ll feed your ego another time, Luca. You’ll have to go find Andrzej on your own and bring him back here. If Colin and Anna leave, these archdemons will just follow them. He should be in Caracas.”

  “Should be?” Luca shot back. “Doesn’t your Heavenly GPS work any better than should be?”

  The angel shrugged again. “You Immortals move around a lot.”

  “Immortals?” Lacey asked, but everyone ignored her, except the angel who offered her a sympathetic smile.

  “Do you know anything about these archdemons and how they’re interfering with our senses?” Colin asked.

  “Afraid not,” he answered. “I have a feeling that’s something you’ll have better luck figuring out than us.”

  “Wait,” Lacey interjected again. “What do you mean immortals?”

  Anna was starting to feel sorry for her. “What about Jeremy?” she asked softly.

  The angel turned his sapphire eyes toward her and chewed on his lip, a nervous human habit, and Anna wondered where he’d picked that up. “They’re breaking rules, Anna. This isn’t just bending them but violating them.”

  The hair on the back of her neck prickled. “What does this mean? How can they just break the rules? Aren’t there consequences?”

  The angel nodded, keeping his brilliant sapphire blue eyes on her. “You must stop them. Or it means war.”

  Then Luca’s angel was gone.

  “Son of a bitch,” Luca muttered.

  Anna’s wide eyes flashed to Luca and she pointed a finger at him. “You said angels can’t fight! It would cause them to fall! What does he mean it would lead to war?”

  Luca stepped back, surprised by Anna’s sudden anger. “They can’t kill. There’s a difference. I don’t know what they’re planning. They’d need an army of Immortals to fight a war.”

  Lacey walked into their circle.

  “What the hell are immortals?” she shouted.

  Colin hardly glanced at her before turning his attention back to Luca. “We are. Luca, get to Caracas and find this Andrew guy, and let him know I can’t speak Polish, he’s just going to have to go by Andrew while he’s here.”

  “That’s kind of assholey,” Luca joked. At least Colin thought he was joking. But he really couldn’t pronounce most Polish names.

  “It’s not my fault they hate vowels.”

  “Forget the dude’s name,” Dylan interrupted. “Why didn’t your angel answer Anna’s question about Jeremy? That was kind of assholey.”

  “He did,” Luca said. “Anna asked about Jeremy and he said they broke the rules to transform him. She didn’t ask if we could save him.”

  “Ugh,” Anna groaned, “why do angels have to be so damn literal?”

  “When you say you’re immortal…” Lacey began, but the poor woman was ignored again.

  Anna tapped her fingers against the edge of the water bottle Colin had handed her. “He also didn’t say we couldn’t save him.”

  “Anna,” Dylan sighed, “don’t start this again.”

  But Anna shook her head at him. “No, Dylan, you don’t understand how angels talk. How they operate. They don’t lie or play games or manipulate people, but it’s like there are some things they can’t just come out and say. Like they have rules, too, and they actually do follow their rules because they’re angels. Think about what he told us. Hell broke the rules to transform Jeremy. If we can’t stop them, it will lead to war. That’s it. He never told us we must destroy Jeremy to set his soul free or anything. And believe me, angels care about our souls.”

  Dylan exhaled slowly and eyed her seriously for a few moments, considering what she’d proposed. “But Anna, we have no way of knowing how to help him. And if we kill him, wouldn’t that at least free his soul? Isn’t it trapped in this demon’s body now?”

  Anna was still tapping the side of her water bottle, deep in thought.

  “Compromise,” she offered. “Give Colin and me a couple of months to try to turn up something on human possession, and if we’re still just as lost, you will never hear us argue about it again. I will destroy it myself with this utterly ridiculous energy crap that may or may not ever serve any other purpose.”

  Dylan glanced back at Max and by the look on Max’s face, he wanted Dylan to take the deal. “Fine, Anna. Two months. And that’s only assuming none of us get into a life or death situation with this demon.”

  Lacey marched into the center of the hunters and scowled at each of them.

  “What the hell are immortals?” she yelled again.

  Luca raised an eyebrow at her. “People who fight for Heaven and can only be killed by demons.”

  “You?” she asked incredulously.

  “Um,” Colin stammered, “why don’t we head back to the cars?”

  Luca was unconcerned though. “Sure.”

  “So how old are you?” Lacey asked, her features mixing with apprehension and maybe even disgust as she recalled what she’d done the night before.

  “Twenty-eight,” Luca told her. “Just like I told you.”

  Lacey put her hands on her hips and scowled at him, and Anna and Colin felt like they should walk back to the cars, but their feet wouldn’t cooperate. They watched the drama unfolding in front of them instead.

  “And how long have you been twenty-eight?”

  Luca bit his lip. “Eh, I don’t actually know. Over six hundred years, but I don’t know what year I was born. Sometime in the fourteenth century.”

  “Oh my God,” Lacey mumbled, backing out of the circle and away from Luca.

  And then Anna didn’t like feeling like she was ancient either, so she heard herself saying, “It’s not like our bodies age, you know. They stay exactly the same. He really is just like any other twenty-eight year old.”

  But Lacey had heard enough and started walking back to her car.

  Dylan shot Luca a nasty look and hissed, “That’s what you get for being dishonest,” then followed her toward the road.

  “For the record,” Luca stated, “I never lied.”

  “For the record,” Colin sighed, “I don’t give a shit.”

  Max stuffed his hands into his pockets and watched Lacey and Dylan as they walked away. “I’m starting to wonder why I left Baton Rouge.”

  Colin snickered and was about to offer a few good reasons to go back when he felt the unnerving sensation of something not belonging in this open field. Something had followed them here.

  Anna had already grabbed her dagger and Dylan had stopped walking, having sensed the demon’s presence, too. He called to Lacey to grab her weapon but it was too late. She had separated herself from the other hunters and the demon singled her out, throwing its massive slate gray body at her and knocking her onto the hard rocky ground. Its bulbous form had transformed into a bear and it swiped at her with its long curved claws as she lay under it on the ground. They could hear her screaming as they ran toward the beast attacking her.

  Dylan had been closer to her and reached the demon first, thrusting his knife into its back as it reached down to bite Lacey’s face. It let out a piercing scream and turned its chartreuse eyes on Dylan. It wouldn’t get off of Lacey though. It had her pinned to the ground and its claws were digging into her shoulders and legs. Anna and Colin could see the blood dripping from her University of Colorado t-shirt as they reached her.

  “He hurt it with his knife,” Colin observed, reaching into the sheath on his belt for his knife, and stabbed it into the demon’s bear-like face.

  It was trying to bite Lacey again. A hot gush of fetid air rushed out of the wound he created. Dylan, Anna and Luca stabbed a
t the beast’s legs trying to force it to remove its claws from Lacey’s body.

  Colin thrust his knife under the demon’s neck and opened a long gash and a whistling leak of its rotten essence escaped. Lacey turned her face and closed her eyes. Max had finally caught up to them and helped them now, but the demon was losing its shape, its edges blurring from bear to a slate gray mist.

  “Max, get her out of here!” Colin shouted. Max reached underneath the misty form and grabbed Lacey’s bloody body, cradling her in his arms. The hunters sliced through the shrieking mist until it settled to the ground, nothing more than a powdery dust amidst the rocks and dirt around them.

  But no one had time to appreciate the death of this demon. From the side of the road, they heard Max yelling, “Hurry! She’s not breathing!”

  Chapter 7

  Anna had just stepped out of the shower in their hotel room that evening when she heard Colin’s phone ringing. Luca had called to update them again on how Lacey was doing. The doctor that had just come by thought she would be able to go home in a few days. Luca had told the hospital staff they had been hiking when she stumbled across a mother bear and her cubs, and now warnings about black bears and what to do if you crossed paths with one were all over the news. At least the demon had chosen an animal indigenous to the region. They would have had a hell of a time trying to explain an attack by a lion or something.

  Colin thanked Luca for the update then set his phone on the nightstand, yawning and mumbling about how he was sure this was all part of Hell’s plan to delay Luca’s trip to Caracas in order to find Andrew. Anna had heard this already. Both in her mind – at least a dozen times – and out loud.

  “He’ll be leaving for Caracas in a few days. It’s not like getting plane tickets into Venezuela is that easy, you know. It wouldn’t have happened instantaneously, anyway,” Anna reminded him, for what felt like the millionth time.

  Colin yawned again. This day had taken an enormous toll on all of them. “We should start looking for an apartment tomorrow. We need to find a place that will have a vacancy for Luca, too. He wants to stay in the same complex.”