The Ravana Clan Vampires: a Young Adult Paranormal Romance (Complete Series)

by E. M. Moore

  I stared into her eyes. There was nothing but confidence and determination in them. That was admirable. She truly believed, as I did, that she was walking out alive. If I’d been actually allowed to go in, I think a little part of me would still be in doubt. Could I really win? I was just Ariana Stuart. I was just an orphan from Calcutta who no one cared about one way or the other, and I was expected to win a fight that would help keep my clan in charge? It all seemed too surreal.

  I only hoped that when the time came for me to fight for them, there would be nothing but confidence deep down. Just like Lex.

  “Diesel’s going down. He doesn’t know who I am yet, but he will.”

  Soren cleared his throat and moved in front of us, his hands on his hips. “That’s what I want to hear. Now let’s get back to training. We have a fight to win later. And so help me God, Lex, if you go easy on your opponent, if he doesn’t kill you, I just might.”

  17

  This time, the crowd noise from outside permeated the training room walls. The clan members were restless, and fired up. Wave after wave of shouts echoed and then tapered off one right after the other. It sent a chill up my spine.

  When I walked back into the training room after a quick lunch break, T.J. was stationed behind Lex in his wheelchair while she sat on the bench in front of him. He leaned forward, his hands on her shoulders, massaging her muscles while her feet drummed up and down in front of her like a nervous parrot. She cocked her head from side-to-side and rolled her shoulders. In front of her, she clutched a single stake in her hand, grasping it firmly with both hands. It seemed like such an intimate moment, but when they heard my footsteps, they both turned, still continuing what looked like to be a pre-fight ritual.

  I eyed Zeke who sat in the corner, his elbows perched on his knees. He, too, had a stake in his hands which he twirled in front of him, rolling it between his fingers.

  “No Soren yet?” I ventured. As with every other fight, we were waiting on the final word from him. He was sure they were sending Diesel in and that it was Lex’s chance to secure us a win, but it didn’t hurt to be positive. As soon as he saw Diesel enter the ring, he would come get Lex and we would start these fights all over again.

  “Should be anytime now,” T.J. said.

  A figure came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. I didn’t have to look down to see that it was Nicolai.

  He passed by and went straight for Lex. He knelt in front of her and took her non-stake hand into his. He whispered something quick, which made Lex smile, and then he stood and returned to my side. I gave him a small smile even though he didn’t need it. Nicolai didn’t look nervous at all. Neither was Lex, but I still couldn’t stop the butterflies in my stomach from causing a ruckus. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so nervous if Samuel hadn’t died, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that anything could happen. I was sure Samuel would win too, and even though he did, it sure as hell didn’t seem like it since he was no longer with us.

  Gregor came in next. Lex started to stand, but he put his hand out to stop her. “You’ve served our family for many honorable years. I know you will do well out there, Lex. He may be their best fighter, but your ours, and we have one thing they don’t have—heart.”

  To me, there were a lot of things Gregor could’ve ended that sentence with. Heart was the most appropriate, but he could’ve just as easily said integrity, honor, the knowledge that we’re right, or the will to make change. The list could just go on and on.

  “Thank you, Gregor. I will do my best.”

  “That is all we can ask of our fighters.” He bent and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. Nicolai was stunned into immobility beside me. I, too, stared at them with wide eyes until Gregor stepped back and walked from the room. T.J. looked from the back of Lex’s head to the figure leaving on repeat until Gregor couldn’t be seen anymore.

  I reached out and latched my finger’s to Nicolai’s. Seeing something like that—such a benign expression of friendship or love—from a leader of our vampire clan to the leader of our human guards filled me with joy. Overpoweringly, I understood that I’d made the right decision to stay here, to try to fight for this world I loved. Change. Now that the world had gone to hell, we were breaking down the stereotypes and the prejudices. Who had time to worry about that stuff when something really worthy of being upset about, like survival, was before us? Gregor never would’ve made that show of affection to Lex before. One human guard had already won his fight against the Dumont Clan. Sadly, a vampire had died trying to recover our way of life, and soon, another human guard was being sent out. There would be another human guard tomorrow, and depending on the result of these two fights, Gregor himself would have to go in. I guessed stereotypes didn’t matter when all the other societal norms were breaking down right alongside everything else. Guards were fighting for this world just as the vampires were. I hadn’t realized that maybe that was the reason the princes and I weren’t getting any weird looks. Well, that was a lie, I could see people studying us, but no one came out and said anything. Was it because that in some weird way, these fights were bringing us together? These fights were showing us what was truly important, and vamp-human politics just wasn’t one of them?

  I squeezed Nicolai’s fingers tighter and closed my eyes. After all this—after we won—maybe my princes and I could really have a life together without hiding. I could live in this house not as their guard, but as their…person. Lately, we’d been operating under the impression that who you love just wasn’t a big deal when you were faced with much bigger obstacles, but could it be that everyone else was coming around to that same conclusion too?

  Lex caught my eye and winked. I gave her a half smile and then turned away. A sudden flash of heat pinkened my cheeks and burned the backs of my eyes. Everything I ever wanted was standing at the other side of these fights. Everything.

  Soren came in and clapped his hands together once. “We’re on, Ravana Clan. Diesel himself has just entered the arena.” He walked forward, his eyes trained on Lex. “Remember what I said, do not be alarmed at his size. I hope you took my advice and imagined the biggest person you could think of and then add a few feet and a hundred pounds. The worst thing you could do is go out there and act surprised at the sheer stature of the person standing in front of you.”

  Lex nodded once. “No problem. I pictured The Hulk.”

  Soren cocked his head to the side, his dark locks falling across his face. “The green guy?” He nodded slowly as he thought about it. “Good likeness, but Diesel won’t be green. Do exactly what we discussed. We need a win, Lex, and you are the woman warrior to bring it to us. If they win again tonight, it’ll be almost impossible to defeat them, so you must.”

  “No pressure,” T.J. said, winking at Lex.

  Soren’s eyebrows raised. “I’m not accustomed to these jokes before big battles. I cannot tell if you are being serious about this or not.”

  I stifled a laugh. “They’re not being serious, but they are serious. Okay?”

  Soren shook his head. “That just made it all the more confusing, Young One. Maybe leave the explanations to someone else.”

  I chuckled aloud this time. T.J. and Lex went into pre-fight check as I walked up to Soren. “They’re serious about it. They’re just using humor to diffuse the tension.”

  “Oh, is that what is in here that I feel like I could use my left pinky to cut through? And you know how useless left pinkies are.”

  “Exactly,” I told him. Tension—as thick and easy to cut through with a left pinky. Wonderful.

  Lex stood and I finally took her all in. She had on the guard-issued black tactical gear just like she wore every day of her life. I knew that in her pant leg, there would be a holder for more stakes, and she no doubt had more wooden stakes around her belt or tucked into her waistband.

  Like she explained to me yesterday, she moved to the door with no apprehension. How could she not be the least bit scared or worried? It blew my mind. I g
uessed that was the difference between being good and being great. If I were in her position right now, I would probably throw up.

  Maybe that was why Isabelle didn’t want me in there.

  I looked up to find Christian, Connor, and Stephan come into the room and wish Lex good luck. I had to bring up to them sometime that I knew what Isabelle did. Right when we were going into another fight didn’t seem appropriate, but when the time came, I was going to at least tell them that they should have told me. Of course, then they would say that they didn’t want me to be upset with Isabelle, and then I’d lie and say I wouldn’t have been. Maybe because I could play the whole conversation out in my head already meant we shouldn’t even have the conversation…. I guessed that’s what happened when you were as close with someone—or four someones—as you could be.

  Lex started to follow Soren out of the room so I lunged forward. I pulled her into a hug and said, “I believe in you.”

  It only seemed appropriate. With what she told me earlier, I was now confident in saying that both she and Samuel had believed in me, too. The feeling was one-hundred percent reciprocated. Lex was my mentor. Her strength, her fierceness, it was all what I aspired to be. Not because I had to protect the princes, but because that’s what I wanted to be known for, the same things she was known for.

  She ran a hand through my hair, twisting it around my ear like my mother used to do. She didn’t say anything, but she smiled. Aside from the princes, it was one of the most genuine smiles I’d ever seen. No hesitation, no fear, just straight up determination.

  She turned and walked from the room. T.J. followed after, spinning his wheelchair wheels as fast as he could. “She’ll be fine, Ariana. She’s tough as nails.”

  I knew that. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind about her skills or character.

  When they left the room, Connor walked forward and picked me up in his arms so that I towered above them all. “Don’t fret, Princess. Lex is going to kick some ass.”

  He opened his grip just enough so I slid down his front. When I got to his ear, I whispered, “Did you hear Gregor kissed the top of her head?”

  He pulled his head away to stare at me, but it was Christian who answered. “No way.”

  I could tell trying to keep any type of secrets in this big ol’ relationship was going to be tough.

  Nic nodded. “He sure did.”

  “Huh.”

  “Ri got all emotional about it.”

  I shoved Nic in the shoulder. “I did not.”

  He mouthed, ‘liar’ at me, but took my hand in his and led me first through the doorway.

  The crowd grew louder, and I assumed it was because Lex had just entered the matted down grassy arena. I closed my eyes for a second and prayed. Lex needed to make it out. Out of all of them, she needed to.

  “I can’t wait to celebrate a victory tonight,” Connor said. He waggled his eyebrows at me, and I grinned before rolling my eyes.

  When we walked outside, I stopped in my tracks. The crowd was like nothing else we’d seen yet. They were stomping their feet, screaming. And no wonder. Soren was right. Diesel was huge. The Dumont Clan spectators were warring with our spectators as if they were as much involved in the fight as the warriors were. The Dumont Clan was hyped up on a sure win. No wonder they felt that way when you had someone the size of Diesel going against Lex, but our side wasn’t going to go down like that. For as loud and as frenzied as the Dumont’s got, our people gave it right back to them. The electricity in the air was astounding. It crackled through my veins and set me on fire.

  We hurried forward and took our places next to Gregor and Isabelle and sandwiched between T.J. and Soren.

  I put a hand on T.J.’s shoulder and looked over top of his head to Soren. He had a gleam in his eye as he caught my stare briefly before surveying the crowd again. It was apparent he was used to this type of crowd. How the hell did these Dumont Clan people live? Was it a raging party or fight spectacular there every day? They were like rabid animals who didn’t even need a full moon to get their crazy on.

  In the arena, Lex and Diesel clashed together. I jerked my head up to watch them and again was stunned. Soren wasn’t kidding. Diesel was huge. He towered over Lex by at least a few feet, both height and width. His body was disproportionately big as if he was on vamp steroids. He came at her, and like in training, she parried him blow for blow. I leaned forward, clutching the wooden fence just to the front of me. He threw punches like a hammer, banging down on her as if she was a flea and he a dragon. Still, her confidence didn’t waiver, or at least, I couldn’t tell from this vantage point. On the defensive, she moved back until they were only feet away from us. She was so close I could see the tie she’d put in the braid down her back was becoming loose.

  “Show him what you got,” Soren whispered.

  Aloud, T.J. called out, “Do this, Lex! C’mon!”

  As if she heard them, which was practically impossible with all the other noise going on, she went on the offensive. She blocked one of his blows and moved out of the way, turning the tables on him. She didn’t wait for him to recover, but came at him from the side, getting in a few cuts with the sharp end of the stake in her hand before he began to block her. She didn’t let up. She did to him what he’d just done to her, coming at him with strike after strike as he backed up. None of them were kill shots, just shots that were there to prove why she was in the arena. Shots that if added up might make him tired, or at the very least, take her seriously. Just by her size, he probably figured he was a sure win. I knew Lex though. She had heart with the skill to back it up. She was like a spiritual Bruce Lee.

  Back and forth, they traded blows. Due to Diesel’s size, he wasn’t as fast as an ordinary vampire, but one thing he did have was the strength of his blows. After several minutes, the sheer force of them was becoming harder and harder for Lex to block. She resorted to stepping just outside his reach to conserve her energy. Like Samuel, Diesel was content with using his mallet-head fists. He threw a hook, which Lex ducked under and then through a flurry of straight punches to her head which she dodged one after another until she misjudged the distance once and he struck her nose. Her head whipped back as if she’d been in a car accident.

  Instead of shock, her eyes narrowed more as if she zeroed in on her target. With a trickle of blood running from her nose, she struck back. With a wide, sweeping arc, she brought the stake down, but he moved and it landed in his shoulder and stuck. Lex tried to pull it out, but quickly abandoned the idea and pulled out another stake from her waistband. Stepping back, Diesel pulled the stake out of his shoulder and threw it. The people to the side ducked as it spun through the air and disappeared. Gasping, I looked back into the arena to find they’d resumed their back and forth.

  It was a close match. Neither one seemed better than the other. For all the talk of Diesel being big, he didn’t overpower her in too many ways. His blows, though powerful, were handled by Lex smartly. When she realized how hard they were coming down, she employed stepping out of the way instead of blocking or parrying each one which would tire her out. Every time one of them landed a blow, the corresponding clan spectators roared like we were on the Gladiator movie set. I was one of them. Minutes and minutes passed. It was by far the longest fight yet. They were both slowing.

  I peeked over to the side of the arena at Dumont. Oddly enough, his stance mirrored Soren’s. Both had one arm crossed over their body while the other fitted just under their chin, watching the fight intently.

  An eruption from the opposing side grabbed my attention. I didn’t see what happened, but Lex was now bleeding out the other side of her nose. Diesel stood back and gasped for breath. It was less a move of being tired and looked more like he was a bull getting ready to charge. While he stood, the nails on his fingers elongated.

  My stomach bottomed out. I’d been cut before by a vampire’s claws. They were poisonous. I blew out a breath and watched as Diesel came at her again. She did what she’d been doing,
except with the extra length on his fingers, she wasn’t able to get out of the way in time. He slashed her two times in the shoulders, both with the right and left hand. I sucked in a breath. Her black shirt ripped open in those spots and blood surfaced, pooling at the top. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched.

  Stepping further away, she got out of his reach three, then four times before kicking out with her right leg. She stomp kicked him in the stomach. Unfortunately, with his size, he barely moved. She came in right afterward like she would if someone had actually moved from the kick, except there was nowhere for her to go. She brought the stake up toward his neck, but it was too late. Diesel slashed his long, black claws horizontally, his massive hands swinging through the air with a speed we hadn’t yet seen before.

  The whole world paused. I blinked, trying to make sense of the view before me, but all of a sudden, it went black. I pushed at the object in front of me, air pulling into my lungs with a gasp before I smelled Nic’s musky scent.

  I saw… I saw—

  “Shh,” Nic said. He turned my body around. “You don’t want to see that.”

  I shook my head. No, it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. Lex…

  “For Christ’s sake, get her out of here,” T.J. said.

  Around me, the world fell away and the only thing that replayed in my head was the very last second of the fight. Diesel’s claws, they’d severed Lex’s neck.

  But that couldn’t be, right? That was some ghastly memory from a video game or gory movie. That surely didn’t just happen in front of me right now.

  But no, it was true. I’d seen the same loosening tie in the back of Lex’s braid as it swooshed to the side with the force of his blow.

  At my feet, I saw T.J.’s wheelchair push back, empty. With all my might, I pushed at Nic. Whether surprise or taken aback from the scene itself, it worked. Freedom. I spun and followed T.J.’s limping figure out into the arena. I surpassed him and landed on my knees in front of Lex’s figure. She was pale, the blood dripping from her nose had stopped, drying in its place while I stared at her head. I shook her, but there was no reaction.