The Secret Circle: The Complete Collection: The Initiation and The Captive Part I, The Captive Part II and The Power, The Divide, The Hunt, The Temptation

by L. J. Smith

  Max appeared surprised by this.

  “Nobody’s relationship is perfect,” Cassie clarified. “No matter how it appears on the outside.”

  “But the cord,” Max said. “It’s supposed to be this bond that overcomes everything. We’re supposed to be soul mates. But I’m still so—” He stopped himself.

  “Angry,” Cassie said. “Hurt, confused. It makes sense for you to feel all of that.”

  She reached for Max’s hand and squeezed it. “Adam’s my soul mate, but his love for me wasn’t strong enough to break through the possession. In fact, he’s been with Scarlett all this time. You know how that makes me feel?”

  Max shook his head. “I can’t imagine.”

  “The cord begins the bond, Max. But it’s something you have to work on.”

  “Everything’s in place,” Nick interrupted, blowing out a match.

  Max was still holding Cassie’s hand. “You know what, Cassie?” he said. “You’re alright.”

  “Feeling’s mutual,” she said.

  Nick brought Cassie the Master Tools—the bracelet, the garter, and the diadem—and she put them on. Max took a step back, and Nick entered into the circle with everyone’s stuff.

  Cassie lit the final four candles, one at each compass point, and closed the circle with her dagger. She stood at the northernmost point. The only sound aside from their breathing was the whistle of wind from the cave’s mouth.

  Cassie shut her eyes and began to chant. Once she felt like her energy was balanced, she started reciting the words of the exorcism.

  Mando vobis, spiritus, quicumque es, et omnes clientes tui inferri haec corpora migrare.

  She opened her eyes to let her gaze pass over Nick and the items belonging to her friends. She could see the spirit and energy contained in each item as a hovering color. All the items together created a multicolored cloud.

  Litteris mando tibi me servire. Minister sum bonorum.

  Cassie raised her hands over the pile and called out, “Recesserimus adverse potentiae.”

  Then she dug her hand into a bowl of salt Nick had prepared. She filled her fist with its fine translucent grains, then sprinkled them over the pile of her friends’ belongings and upon Nick’s head.

  Eicio a daemone amici. Purgátæ sis salis per salutem corporis et animae sanitatem. Omne malum quod te colit omnis malitia et astutia, qua te longe repellantur.

  Next Cassie dipped her hands into a bowl of water. She sprinkled its droplets over the pile just as she did with the salt.

  Eicio a daemone amici. Mundata sitis aqua vi fugant potestatem hostium excidere ex animo amoveas malis.

  She raised both her arms up in a V and called out in a confident voice, “Discedere, malum spiritus. Exi, seductor. Relinquere haec innocens corpora. Abire!”

  Cassie bowed, closing her eyes. A surge of energy welled up in her chest. It spilled over and flooded her veins with an icy hot rush. She strove to maintain her footing, to not cry out. But this gushing energy was more than she could bear—she had to succumb to it, falling to her knees with a desperate gasp.

  When she reopened her eyes, she felt better, empowered, almost blissful. She thought she sensed a change in the air, but only Nick would know for sure.

  “How do you feel?” she asked him, rising back to her feet.

  He looked at Cassie and at Max, who were watching him carefully. “I’m not sure.”

  “Try accessing the demon,” Cassie said.

  Reluctantly, Nick closed his eyes for a moment and went inward. It only took a few seconds for the slithering things to show themselves on his neck.

  “Whoa!” Max yelled. “Okay, stop.”

  Cassie quickly dropped down to wrap her arm around Nick’s shoulders. “Stop,” she said. “We failed.”

  Nick breathed deeply until he was back to himself.

  “What could have gone wrong?” Max asked.

  Cassie removed the diadem from her head, as well as the bracelet and the garter. “I don’t know,” she said. “I felt like it was working, but I couldn’t maintain it. It was too much.”

  “You need help,” Nick said. “This spell is too powerful to perform on your own.”

  “What about your mom?” Max suggested.

  Cassie shook her head. “Too risky. And my mother’s magic isn’t . . .”

  She trailed off and Nick finished her sentence for her. “It isn’t Blak magic.”

  “Which only leaves one person strong enough to help me,” Cassie said.

  Max looked at both of them, unsure what they were getting at.

  “Scarlett,” Nick said. “You need Scarlett’s dark magic.”

  CHAPTER 12

  It was just after dawn, and Cassie was walking along the beach, thinking of everything and nothing at once. She climbed up the bluffs and over the dunes, getting pebbles in her shoes, until she found a soft patch of sand free from driftwood and beach grass. She sat, pulled her knees up, and took a breath of salty air. The ocean roared in front of her.

  What could be worse than needing someone you couldn’t stand, someone you literally never wanted to see again? It made Cassie sick to her stomach. If all of Cassie’s problems could be embodied in one person, it would be Scarlett: She’d brought havoc and dark magic to Cassie’s Circle; she knew Cassie’s friends would be possessed by performing the hunter curse and allowed it to happen; not least of all, she’d managed to steal Cassie’s boyfriend—for now. But Nick was right. Cassie had to get Scarlett on her side. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed her.

  If Cassie couldn’t perform the exorcism successfully by the full moon, her friends would be lost to her forever. And so would Adam.

  Cassie let the memory of her failed attempt at the exorcism wash over her. It was a terrible disappointment, but alone here on the beach she could admit something else—she’d felt a flash of relief at the failure.

  Of course she wanted Adam back. But what would it actually feel like now to have him return? What if she felt nothing at all?

  First save him, and then address the state of their relationship, she told herself.

  That afternoon Cassie headed to the abandoned warehouse where Scarlett was staying. The warehouse she swore she’d never step foot in. Scarlett was right about one thing: Never say never.

  It was too risky to bring Nick to a place that was swarming with ancestor spirits. As strong as she knew he was, and as much as she feared being there alone, it would be reckless to deliver him to them that way. It took some convincing, but eventually Nick agreed.

  The building was a fifteen-minute walk down the coast. Everyone in town casually referred to it as “the warehouse,” but it was actually an old naval base that had been closed in the late 1980s. The main floor had been used as barracks to house soldiers and military families. Some of the upper floors were used to store weapons. And a section toward the back of the building, below ground, was known as the Bomb Wing. It had been used for raids and drills.

  Cassie had heard stories about this place since she first moved to New Salem—scary stories, in fact—but she’d never believed them or experienced them herself. There were tales that the warehouse was haunted by evil spirits, the ghosts of fallen soldiers. Neighborhood children dared one another to knock on the windows without running away. Cassie had the urge to run away now as she crossed onto the property. She knew that the building was indeed haunted, not by ghost soldiers, but by the Blaks.

  From the front, the multistory building looked like a run-down industrial factory. Most of the windows were boarded up, and its exterior was dotted with rusty metal signs that read: U.S. GOVERNMENT PROPERTY, NO TRESPASSING. Vandals had spray-painted over many of them with rainbowed graffiti tags, pictures, and the occasional political statement.

  Cassie approached the main entrance’s corroded door, and Scarlett slid it open before she even had the chance to knock.

  “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Scarlett asked.

  “We need to talk,” Cassie said
.

  “I knew you’d come around.” Scarlett gestured for Cassie to enter.

  Cautiously, Cassie stepped over the rickety threshold that reminded her of a barn door. Inside, the warehouse looked almost like a movie set, a backdrop to a film about World War II or Vietnam. Camouflage jackets hung on hooks, helmets above, jungle boots below. There was weaponry everywhere and an odor of metal and dirt. At any moment, Cassie believed, a whistle-blowing drill sergeant might storm the set, calling for attention. After nearly thirty years of this building being abandoned, standing in it now felt like traveling back in time. It was amazing that it had never been looted, perhaps because everyone who visited here recognized its rare timeless quality.

  Chris, Sean, and Doug appeared from the shadows. They gathered around Cassie, up on the balls of their feet, their fingers spread. Cassie steeled herself for whatever spell they were ready to hurl her way.

  “Leave us alone!” Scarlett commanded.

  Then Diana called to them from upstairs, snapping them to attention. Cassie could see her standing at the top of the stairwell.

  They lowered their arms, deflated, and made their way up the steps. Cassie checked every shadow and corner. There was no sign of Adam.

  Scarlett waited for Chris, Sean, and Doug—and Diana—to fully disappear before inviting Cassie to join her in a makeshift living room. They sat across from each other on drab green military cots, opposite a metal ammunition box that served as a coffee table. Kerosene lanterns propped up on rusted crates provided the only source of light.

  Cassie looked up and all around the vast mildewed room. Old paint chipped from the walls in broken, musty shards. The air was stuffy and stale, though the ceilings were high. Cassie felt a damp chill. This was a dismal place, and she didn’t want to be here a moment longer than necessary.

  “I’ll get right to the point,” she said, edging forward to the corner of her rank cot. “You’ve won, Scarlett. I’m done.”

  Scarlett’s lips cracked slightly into a smile and her dark eyes widened, but Cassie could see she was doing her best not to reveal too much emotion. “Continue,” she said. “I trust there’s more.”

  “I’ve come to offer you a trade,” Cassie said.

  Cassie glanced at each corner of the warehouse floor to check for spying spirits, but she saw none. Still, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched.

  “I’ll trade you Black John’s Book of Shadows,” she whispered, “in exchange for your help in exorcising the Circle.”

  Scarlett’s face brightened, but she still appeared dubious. “You must be joking.”

  “I’ve translated most of the book at this point anyway,” Cassie continued in a hushed tone. “And it’s brought me so much trouble, I want nothing more to do with it.”

  “But giving it to me could unleash hell,” Scarlett said. “You understand that. So what’s the trick?”

  “No trick. All I want is to save my friends.”

  “So let me get this straight,” Scarlett said. “You’re willing to sell out the entire world for friendship.” She uttered the last word like it was a disease.

  “Yes,” Cassie said. She knew this was a dangerous deal, but she was desperate. And she had a plan to get the book back once her friends were on her side again. For now, she had to take it one step at a time.

  “I just need your help to properly perform the exorcism,” Cassie said. “I can’t do it without you.”

  “You’re serious.” Scarlett finally allowed herself to laugh out loud. “You’re even weaker than I thought.”

  Cassie rested her hands on the rough green wool of her cot’s blanket. Its coarse fibers pinched the surface of her palms like tiny slivers of glass.

  “No wonder Adam was bored by you,” Scarlett said.

  Cassie made no reaction. She wouldn’t give Scarlett that satisfaction.

  “You’ve got yourself a deal,” Scarlett said finally.

  Cassie eyed her warily. For once it appeared that Scarlett didn’t have an angle. It must be in her best interest to be rid of the ancestors.

  “I said I’ll do it.” Scarlett raised her voice. “I’m agreeing to what you want; the least you can do is say thank you.”

  “I’ll want to do it right away,” Cassie said. “The text of the spell called for performing it at the point of origin. So we should meet at the caves.”

  Scarlett shook her head. “The point of origin would mean the place the spirits rose from. That would be the old cemetery, where many of their bodies were buried. And where our father is.”

  Cassie remained quiet for a few seconds. This was another reason she needed Scarlett’s help. She was simply good at this kind of thing.

  For a moment Cassie wondered if having the wrong location was the reason the spell didn’t work before, but it was already too late to go back on the deal.

  “I’ll gather the Circle tonight,” Scarlett said. “At midnight, near our father’s crypt. We’ll need to harness as much of our family energy as possible if this is going to work. The crypt is the best place.”

  “How will you get them to the cemetery?” Cassie asked.

  “I’ll tell them I got one of you to cross over, that we’re performing a binding spell to complete the Circle.” Scarlett stood up and signaled for Cassie to do the same.

  She led Cassie to the door by the arm. “Are you sure you’ve really figured out the text to the exorcism spell?” she asked. “It’s a tough spell to get right.”

  What was it that Cassie was hearing in Scarlett’s tone? Mockery? Condescension?

  No matter. There wasn’t time to worry about Scarlett’s mind games. Once her friends were saved, she’d deal with Scarlett.

  “I’ve got it covered,” Cassie said.

  She continued forward and out the sliding door. The bright afternoon sun struck her eyes as a surprise, and the gust of fresh air was welcome.

  “I’ll see you at midnight,” she said to Scarlett, trying to sound unafraid. But she didn’t slow her pace away from the warehouse’s shadow until she was halfway down the sun-kissed block.

  CHAPTER 13

  It was ten minutes till midnight. Cassie, Nick, and Max were walking to the old cemetery, along Crowhaven Road. Nick carried a giant duffel bag over his shoulder filled with the belongings of their friends. Cassie carried the rest of the supplies they’d need to re-perform the exorcism.

  Max pushed open the wrought-iron gate that led to the cemetery grounds, but then hesitated, looking like he couldn’t bear to step through. He glanced at Cassie and then down at his shoes. “We just buried him here,” he said, meaning his father.

  Nick put his hand on Max’s shoulder. “Why not let us handle this on our own?”

  “Because I want to be there to see these ancestors go down,” Max said. “They tried to burn me to death with the rest of the school, remember?”

  “I know,” Nick said, backing off slightly. “Then why not watch from here? It’ll be safer, for Cassie and me, in case anything goes wrong. You won’t be able to help anybody from the middle of it all.”

  Max considered this and after a moment agreed. “Good luck,” he said.

  Cassie and Nick continued through the gate, but they only walked a few feet when Nick also came to a halt.

  “What’s wrong?” Cassie asked. “Did we forget something?”

  “No, we’ve remembered everything.” Nick slid the tip of his boot back and forth in an arc across the crunchy gravel path. “It’s going to work this time, I can feel it. This’ll all be over soon,” he said, without qualifying what exactly he meant by this.

  Cassie knew what Nick was getting at: that she would soon be reunited with Adam.

  She exhaled deeply, unsure what to say.

  Nick reached out and took Cassie by the arms. “Not everything has to automatically go back to the way it was before,” he said. “You have choices.”

  Cassie could see the love in his eyes. But what could she do? Adam was her soul mate. “One
thing at a time,” she said, taking his hand. “Come on.”

  Walking across the soft, uneven grass brought an instant flood of awful memories. So many of Cassie’s loved ones had died recently—her grandmother, Melanie’s great-aunt Constance, Suzan. Their faces, both alive and dead, all came back to her now.

  She and Nick marched straight down the middle row, which bisected the cemetery grounds, lined on both sides with stone arches. Some of the monuments were cracked like broken teeth. Others were white and solid as bleached bones. Cassie tried to avoid looking at the ones that were crudely etched with skulls and ominous images. The grim reaper had been carved into more than one.

  When I die, Cassie thought, I want a much more pleasant figure on my headstone. When I die. Not if, but when. This was what coming to the cemetery always reminded her—that life was precious but finite, that one day she would be dead.

  Nick wrapped his free arm around Cassie’s shoulders, and she leaned into his hold.

  Scarlett and the Circle were waiting just where Scarlett had said they’d be. Under the moon they appeared like ghosts swaying in the wind around Black John’s crypt. Cassie could barely look at the colossal stone chamber of his burial vault. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled as she and Nick came upon it. She hugged her father’s book to her chest—a moment later she would be handing it over to Scarlett.

  Gaslight lanterns provided extra light, which flickered across Scarlett’s face, not unlike the way it had in the warehouse. Cassie saw that a circle had already been drawn into the ground and her friends were standing within it, waiting for her.

  Diana, Adam, and Faye came to attention at the sight of the book, but otherwise they remained still. It appeared that Scarlett had cast a spell freezing them in place.

  Cassie joined Scarlett in the center. Nick emptied the duffel bag of their friends’ belongings onto the ground and arranged them into a neat pile beside Cassie and Scarlett. He worked quickly, lighting the necessary incense and candles with his Zippo. When all was set, he took his place on the circle with the others.

  He gave Cassie a reassuring nod and, finally, a smile.