~ It was becoming more and more apparent they required distance. A full-scale drawback. Shea was happy to hear that Marx had come to his senses. He still held hope for peace, but at least he was now willing to see the humans had no such plans. War was their agenda.
Shea oversaw the watchtower as Marx and Anabella went before the country’s leaders again. All across the world, tensions were high. Though the virus was only active in Pentorium, other countries were arming themselves against the ‘threats.’ There was a strain on diplomatic relations with allied countries as they tightened their restrictions on persons allowed inside their borders.
Vampires and werewolves had little to fear about traveling all the same. There were two sides to this world, and most humans were only privy to one. Between the underground railways that crisscrossed the c
~Ava strode into the lobby of Anax Corp, escorted by armed guards. Though it was a private security firm, the lobby was never this militarized. Then again, neither was Pentorium. Now barbed-wire barricades were blocking off certain streets and armed guards at every corner. She had heard about the conflict. About the fact that the secrets the vampires went to great lengths to keep were out, and the werewolves were just as exposed. Several times, she thought about coming back, but she couldn’t. While she left Marx and the others to deal with the human element of their situation, she was hunting down the supernatural. What she found was most disturbing.Martha and Shea came out to meet her in the lobby. Happy as she was to see Ava, Martha went in for a hug. Shea was the one to pull her back by her lab coat.“Oh,” Martha said. She adju
~Ava and Marx took their conversation to Anabella’s office via the hidden elevators. On the twentieth floor, they could see right across the city. The sections of the pentagram that belonged to the Salvay and Passerini families were in darkness. In the sector belonging to Vescovi, there were lights scattered about, but they were likely streetlights. Most of their activities took place in the De Rege and Ungaro sectors.“Did you find him?” Marx asked.“Finding him was not the issue. It’s bringing him back.” Ava turned from the view to face Marx.He gasped. “Your eyes,” he said.It was a frosty blue. “Windows to the soul. Only,” Ava pointed at her eyes, “you’re not looking at mine.&rd
~Anabella stood staring at Ava and Marx. She wasn’t sure if she was hearing what they were suggesting. Though Marx’s lips moved, she heard nothing pass ‘we need you to go into Sven’s mind.’ Since nothing else he said mattered, she held up a hand to stop him.“No,” Anabella said. It was the sanest answer she could give to their absurd request.Ava and Marx exchanged looks.“We need to know what Salvay is planning,” Ava tried to reason.Anabella gave Ava a withering look before walking off. She wasn’t happy to have the Queen of Shadows among them. Ava was the catalyst to the catastrophe they were now trying to survive. She knew Ava also blamed herself, and that was the most they agreed with each other.
~“Anabella.”Her nails were just breaking the skin at the base of Sven’s neck when she heard Xavier call her name. He was standing at the door in full combat gear. She could read the worry on his face.“I have to,” she said. Heaven knows she didn’t want to. Thinking about the process scared her. If she didn’t get the information they needed, who else would?He took a step inside the lab. “Are you sure about this?”Anabella gave him a small smile. “No.” Personal attachments were not high on her list to form. Despite that, she had sincere feelings for Xavier. His being human was a million steps outside of her comfort zone.Xavier closed the space between th
~Ava was back in the Mountain. She ran into Zigor and Ichiro as they made their rounds. Preparations were on in earnest to create the New Colony. Marx was finally facing the fact that there would not be a happy accord with the humans. Their collective fears outweighed their common sense, and that meant more deaths on both sides. Pulling back from them was the only way to have some resolution to the problem. Squashing the dispute with the humans would free up their resources to focus and take down the actual threat—Salvay—and his ever-elusive partner, Passerini. “Heard you were back,” Zigor said. “In more ways than one.” Dressed like the others, Ava no longer wore her cloak. It had been more for a disguise than fashion. With a solid form, she could move about without the garb to keep her unstable form hidden. Ava could dress as the others did and althoug
~Tracking Passerini, Ava, and Penny ran into trouble. Not the trouble they were looking for, but one they could not in good conscience ignore. By the looks of it, the Purists were expanding their reach further from Pentorium. Amid dealing with the fallout from the virus and trying to figure out Salvay’s plans, they did little to cut the head off the Purist snake. One could say the snake had two heads, Salvay and Passerini, but when they weren’t around to keep the fires burning, someone else was. Ava saw the opportunity to rip up the revolution from its roots, and she took it. Penny did not mind the detour. A loud explosion drew their attention to the makeshift army post. The road leading to the militarized federal building had blockades at both ends. None of their weapons fared well against the vampires, who were stronger, faster, and harder to kill. Fo
~The first man gave them six locations. The first yielded less than a dozen armed men in a small safe house. None of them had anything of value. They were just more foot soldiers following a cause they did not understand. Ava incapacitated them as she did the first man in the underpass. She didn’t feel it fair to kill them for being stupid. At the following two locations, Ava did the same thing, Penny snorting her disappointment. They were halfway through with no actionable information, leading them to the head of the snake. Zeroing in on location number four, Ava felt a trace of shadow magic. They were in a train yard; the tracks occupied with unattached carriages. Some possibly in use, others left to gather rust and vagrant occupants. Penny picked up the trail leading the way to the source. She stopped Ava, stretching out a hand to block her path. Ava looked up at the werewolf, who had her n
~ Seeing the sign, Ava knew where they needed to be. Using another portal, she cut their journey short. They came through some distance away from their destination, intending to make the rest of the way on foot. They did not get far before they came under attack. “Shadows.” They broke away from the shadows of the trees coming at her and Penny from all angles. Confusion and panic tugged Ava’s mind in a million different directions. The only other person she knew who could wield shadow magic in this world was soul-dead on an examination table in Pentorium. Salvay had the magic he stole from the temple in Zanu, but it was one of light, not death. He would not have been able to do this. Several shadows tried to overpower Penny, one going for her soul. It looked like it was trying to suck a tennis ball through a
~ Marx stood looking at the carbonated lump that used to be four people he knew. Four people he loved. Ava, Lochlan, Zack, and Dempsey. Around him, the grass had grown again. The earth showed no signs of the battle that raged there. Mother earth had healed, but he had not. None of the others had. The world was safe, but a gap remained in their hearts that could never be filled. Around the base of the carbon memorial, laid fresh flowers. Every day for the past six months, Martha came with a new bouquet. Today was no different. He arrived as she did. “You came,” she had said to him when she saw him. In her hands, she had more than a dozen bulbs of tulips. Her summer dress fluttered in the breeze, strands of her now brown hair escaping her ponytail. The smile she gave him out shunned the sun, and Marx, for the life
~Marx was leading the last assault; one meant to be a distraction. Ava moved her palm away from the wound on her side. Bleeding still felt strange to her. Martha was the only one with whom she could go into details about her plans. “Penny has the last rune. All she has to do is plant it on him. When she does, we have only a few minutes to get our part done,” she said to Martha. “What is our part?” “I’m going to use you like an amplifier. I know how it sounds and yes, it is dangerous. For me more than you.” “Then we can’t do it,” Martha said. “If you’re going to get hurt—” “I have a contingency for that as well.” “Ava—” She
~Rea and Cale launched direct attacks on Kunz while Ava tried to unravel his protections. Each layer she pulled apart revealed another was more entrenched and more intricate than the one preceding it. She almost got another layer undone when she heard Cale shout— “Look out.” Ava had enough time to react, the death rune crackling through the air towards her. She split the force in half, saving herself by a hair. In the duel that ensued, Cale made the ultimate sacrifice. Rea tried to stop him as he ran straight for Kunz. Ava threw up a rune between Cale and the King; it was too late. Like dust, Cale disappeared. A self-satisfied smile lifted the side of Kunz’s lips. “Come now Avana. You cannot hope to defeat me. Even with all the knowledge at your disposal, I have spent years perfecting my craft.”
~They came through using three portals. Cale and Rea helped Ava to create one large enough to transport all of their forces. On the other side, they emerged on the field of battle in Hedgewood. The ground was scarred black. Trees toppled over and uprooted. It looked like a nuclear weapon went off, turning black everything in its path. The familiarity of the scene had an itch running down Marx’s spine. This place was either where they would claim victory or where he would walk over the corpses of the people he loved. He brushed his somber thoughts aside. Victory was their only option. To Ava, who stood on his right, Marx said, “Your handy work?” “I may have caused a patch here and there.” She bobbed her head from side to side. It was such a human gesture Marx found he had an urge to smile. He allowed his amu
~ Storming Hedgewood had to wait. Ava’s ‘problem’ required a second’s more thought. So close to the end, Marx was growing impatient. They needed to strike while they could and delays after delays were shifting the advantage square into the enemy’s hands. He folded his arms across his chest, keeping his face void of his emotions as he listened to Ava. “He has layers of protection wrapped around him like a shawl,” she was telling them as they stood inside the lobby of Anax Corp. Having the conversation on the outside felt too open. While they conversed, the last of the civilians and the injured were being ushered to the safety of the Mountain. Those left behind were there to fight. Marx found he was itching to fight. Ava continued. “We got through three of them before we had to retreat.” “Kunz spent years perfectin
~The sky was a battlefield. Above Pentorium, spreading out for miles, the shadows fought amongst themselves. Those made from the spirits of dead vampires clashing against those created from werewolves. Marx had control of the latter. It was surreal watching it all unfold. Anabella came to stand by Marx as he stood gazing up at the result of his power. Power he would never have dreamed of having. Explaining to the others what he could do would have paled compared to the scene unfolding over their heads. “This is what Sven wanted from her,” Anabella said about Sven and his sister, Marx’s mate, Celeste. “And when he couldn’t take it, he planned to break the seal on the portal.” “I can’t imagine having that man’s thoughts inside my head,” Marx said. “I rather
~Vescovi’s head throbbed as if a drummer band was marching across his forehead. Making his way through the tunnel with his men, a blast came out of nowhere, knocking them down and rendering them unconscious. He woke up in a crumpled heap with his men, all in various stages of recovery. It took him several tries to get to his feet and stay there, the drumming in his head growing louder with each movement. Walking straight was a task, but it was urgent that they get to Xavier and the others. They were delayed enough as it was getting the remaining civilians under Anax Corp ready for transport to the Mountain. Pentorium was under an evacuation order. He paused when he saw that the panel leading out of the tunnels was open. It was plausible that Xavier had left it like that since it was their way in and out, but Vescovi could not ignore the prickle at
~Martha moved to run to Nico as a shadow took possession of his body. Four steps in his direction, she stopped. Nico faced her direction, his eyes twin pools of swirling mist. The thing inside of him had his lips turn up in a smirk. With hot tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks, Martha clutched her fingers into tight fists. The words came from the pits of her stomach. The ground under her feet undulated, rippling with energy as she spoke them. Nico charged in her direction, his face twisted in rage. Martha held up her hand, palm open, continuing the chant, repeating it with fervor and a new understanding. Death fueled shadow magic. Hate. Anger. All the dark things that sullied the world. The spell was the most powerful she had ever attempted since Ava infused the revenant soul with hers. She had to release control to it. Allow the magic to ru
~Martha couldn’t breathe, her anxiety tightening her chest. Through her link with Nico, she could feel his growing distress. It urged her to move faster as she sprinted through the hidden tunnels leading down into the subway. Back at Anax Corp, Vescovi was assembling a team, a process that was taking longer than was comfortable with her. Nico and the others needed immediate help. Communications, already spotty, had gone dead. Not a single response, only the constant frying of static. Unable to stand around doing nothing while the man she loved probably laid gutted and dying, Martha snuck off when no one was looking. None of the others knew what she was planning to do. If they did, they would have tried to stop her. She was the passive one. The one who chose not to fight. For a werewolf, her reliance on that part of herself never went past her prim