All Chapters of The Grigori Chronicles: Book One: Transcendent: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I opened my eyes. I was now lying entirely on the floor. I didn't recall going all the way to the floor, but I either did it or I fell there. Either way, here I was completely sprawled out on the floor. The cold tiles felt so refreshing against my naked body. My body was like an inferno. I was burning up. Just beyond the bar, I could see the fire I had doctored just moments earlier. It was raging now. My eyes scanned the room, and I thought I caught sight of a person standing next to the sliding glass door where earlier I’d been thinking only of returning to the hot tub in an effort to drown out all thought. This wasn’t exactly the way I had intended to do that. Nonetheless, I thought of nothing, except the dark figure at the door and the throbbing in my body. I blinked and the image was gone. I shifted my eyes to the lower part of my body that was caked in blood despite my efforts to clean it. I stared at the huge holes in my foot and leg and allowed my heavy eyes to close again. I w

…Had I dozed again? The room was still vaguely alight with the fiery shadows cast by the dim glow of the fireplace. Someone had added more wood to feed the flames. No lamps had been turned on, and the stereo continued to softly play Imogen Heap. I heard dishes clanking in the kitchen. He was still there. How long had it been since I injured myself? I thought, just wait till I tell the women Amy and Carrie how peaceful my calming mini-vacation went. They will definitely get a kick out of it although living it was not funny at all. I mused at how wrong this weekend had gone. To think…I could’ve died. “You awake again?” He smiled down on me as he came back into the room wiping his hands with the rooster dish towel. Perfect teeth. And he was a doctor. Shame on you. I looked at his ring finger. Nothing there. “You up for a ride?” he questioned. Seriously, I’m almost comatose and he wanted a ride? It took me a minute to realize he was talking about riding in his car - not riding him. Sa

I had awakened several times during those wee hours of the morning with my IV neatly pulled from my flesh. The nurse scolded me as if I’d done it on purpose. Yeah, sure, as if I enjoyed the excruciating pain of having it reinserted time and time again. When I woke for the final time, I had worked up the nerve to call into work. In fact, it took all the energy left in my reserve to muster up the courage in me to make that call. Of course, no one would be at the school on the weekend, so, I had to call Mr. Thomas, the principal, at his home to inform him that I had been injured on my trip to the mountains and would be unable to be at work Tuesday. I don't know. I may be ready to go back before Tuesday, but any excuse to stay out of work at this point in my life I was going to take it. He was displeased to say the least. Geez, as though I’d done it on purpose. Mr. Thomas was probably in his late fifties, though he could’ve been younger. I wasn’t sure. He was tall and large. Not fat but j

I called Carrie from the car. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t called her the whole time I’d been in the hospital. She’d had called several times, but I knew of her tendency to overreact, so I hadn't answered to keep from alarming her. This seemed counterproductive, I knew at once when she answered her phone in a complete frenzy. “Oh my God, Sadie. How could you vanish off up into the mountains without so much as a call all weekend to let me know you at least arrived there okay? Amy has been burning up my phone, too!” But I had called Amy, but only twice. I’d been so exhausted, I hadn’t bothered calling anyone much except Peter, to tell him what happened – leaving out certain details, of course – and to talk to Evie. Not surprisingly, he never answered his phone, so I wound up calling and telling his voicemail to relay to Evie that I loved her. I realized at this point I had completely tuned Carrie out. She was now shouting through the phone, and I held it away from my head to k

Evie had fallen asleep in the backseat, so, Ben rolled down all the windows, and we decided to leave her there to sleep. It was a mild, early fall day, and Carrie’s front porch was less than ten feet away from his vehicle, so I felt she was safe. I got out of the car and waved at Carrie, and she came storming off of the porch towards me. I saw her jaw drop when she saw my injuries. “What the hell, Sadie?” she said looking at my foot and staring at the strangers who accompanied me. “You gotta lot of explaining to do.” She said as she eyed the two darkly handsome but unfamiliar men and turned to walk with me back to the porch of her house. It was chilly but sunny. Not so cold that one would need a coat. Leaves were all about the yard. Barney, her dog, came yapping around the corner of the house as Ben and Richard walked up to the porch behind us. I had already explained some of what had happened, at least enough to clarify the presence of Ben and Richard and the injuries on my leg.