When I woke, I slowly rubbed my eyes. Around me, everything had turned a brilliant shade of green. Lush trees blew back and forth in the breeze. Looking down, I saw that my palm was still bleeding.
Henrik, Ligeia, and the rest of the coven stood all around me. Ligeia’s hands covered her mouth, but her blue eyes didn’t hide the intense shock on her wrinkled face. Henrik slowly shook his head.
“Elizabeth,” Henrik spoke after a long moment. “We… we weren’t expecting you.”
“I know.” Getting to my feet, I brushed my muddy, bleeding hands off on my robe.
“Tis Beltane soon,” Henrik said. “Were you thinking to join us for the festivities?”
“Um, I don’t know,” I said. “I hadn’t thought about it.”
Nearby, the leather-bound book lay in the wet grass.
“How may I help you?” Ligeia stepped forward and pulled me into a brief hug. I wrapped my arms around her shriveled form, holding her close.
“I think you know why I’m here,” I said uncertainly. The pages of the book flapped open in the wind, settling on the image of Monica and the coven.
Henrik and Ligeia exchanged a long look.
“Child, don’t make me attempt to read your mind,” Henrik said.
“I need to know what happened to Monica,” I said finally.
The silence following my request was deafening. The wind slowed—even the birds in the trees ceased chirping and singing.
“Child…”
“Tell me,” I said. Tears welled up in my eyes and I balled my hands into impatient fists. “I need to know,” I added hotly. “Things are falling apart and I can’t stand it anymore.”
Henrik and Ligeia stared at each other.
“Come on,” I groaned. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me beg,” I added sharply. “I helped you! I risked my life for you! And you won’t even tell me what happened to my best friend?”
“It isn’t so simple as that, child,” Henrik said slowly.
“And stop calling me a child!” I yelled. I knew that I was losing my temper—never acceptable behavior in front of my superiors—but I couldn’t help it. “I’m not a child! I’m twenty-two fucking years old!”
“Child…” Ligeia came forward and offered me a mug of something hot and steaming. “Drink this. Calm down, then we’ll talk about Monica.”
I stared at her with a mixture of contempt and disbelief.
“What’s going on here?” I asked quietly. “What’s the big fucking secret, huh?”
Ligeia cringed.
“I’d do anything to have Monica back,” I begged, dissolving into tears. I dropped Ligeia’s earthenware mug onto the ground and it shattered, spilling hot mead over my bare feet. I didn’t care—the pain only seemed to dull the emotional agony in my heart. “Please,” I added. “I need her. Everything is falling apart, and I can’t deal with it on my own.”
Ligeia stared at me, her blue eyes flashing. “Anything?” she asked solemnly. “Because if that is your wish, there is no going back.”
Suddenly, I felt nervous. Nervous and scared in a way that I hadn’t really felt since the town of Jaffrey had turned into hunting grounds for witches. Anxiety ran through my veins, chilling me to the bone.
“Tell me, Elizabeth,” Ligeia said softly. “Would you truly do anything for your best friend?”
I shivered and nodded. “Yes,” I said after a long pause. “I swear. I would. I will,” I added quickly.
Ligeia waved her arm and one of the witches walked over to her, dipping into a low bow.
“Build a fire, child,” Ligeia said. She stared at me. “We’ve got a long matter to discuss.”
I waited anxiously as the young witch built a fire. She trembled in fear—I wondered how long she’d been with the coven—but in a matter of moments, a strong fire blazed. Ligeia walked around it, murmuring under her breath.
An apparition of a girl—Andrea D’Amico—flickered above the fire. Andrea stared at her, the flames blazing behind her eyes. It looked so eerily, so uncannily like her that I shuddered with fear.
“What’s going on?” My mouth went dry as Andrea’s form taunted and swayed. “She died, years ago!”
Henrik threw his head back and laughed. The harsh, rough sound caught me off guard and I stared at him, blinking in confusion.
“What the hell?” I demanded angrily. “What have you done?”
“You’ll never be as smart as you should be,” Henrik said angrily. He laughed again, but this time it was quite obvious that the sound was as bitter as wormwood.
I narrowed my eyes. “And what does my intelligence have anything to do with this? Tell me,” I demanded angrily.
Above the fire, Andrea’s form flickered and hovered. She yawned, keeping her eyes locked on me the whole time.
“Andrea didn’t die, you little fool,” Henrik said sharply. “Monica imprisoned Andrea’s soul, as a means of keeping her under control.”
My heart skipped a beat, thudding against the walls of my chest. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut.
“You’re kidding,” I said softly.
Henrik narrowed his eyes. “No,” he replied calmly. “The only way Monica could accomplish this task was to seal herself away from the rest of the world. Elizabeth, your friend made a choice.”
“For me.”
“Yes. For you. Because she was, ultimately, not a selfish person.”
Tears came to my eyes and I tilted my head towards the sky, blinking them away. It seemed absurd to me that the day could be so beautiful when I hurt so deeply inside. Even though I knew it was all magicked together by Henrik and Ligeia, it seemed especially cruel to perpetuate such beauty when I felt so low.
“I want her back,” I said softly. “Why would she have done something like that?”
Ligeia raised a wizened eyebrow. “Child, you cannot be serious,” she said. “You must know.”
I didn’t reply.
Henrik sighed harshly. “She did it for you, Elizabeth. She did it so you could have a chance of happiness.”
“With Steven?” A tear rolled down my cheek.
“Yes, child.”
“Please let me go back home,” I whispered, burying my face in my hands. The other witches stared at me, their expressions murky and difficult to read.
“Coward.”
Henrik’s insult stung, but it wasn’t necessarily unexpected. I glanced up, my face dripping with tears.
“You don’t even want to stay?” Ligeia glared at me critically. “You said you’d do anything, remember?”
“There are some things I have to do,” I said softly. “I can’t stay here, not now.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“Not from me,” I said sharply. “I swear, I’ll return to the coven… and I’ll complete… I don’t know, whatever it is that you want me to do! But right now, I can’t. I have to go home. I have to make things right first.”
“If you want to make things right, you’ll stay here,” Henrik thundered angrily. “You can’t run away because we didn’t give you the answer you wanted to hear!”
I glared at him. “I don’t care,” I said. I got to my feet and wiped my palms on my robe. The hem of my jeans was soaked with wet, cold mud and I felt nauseous. All I wanted was to be back home, in my own bed.
“You’re still a child,” Henrik snapped. “You really think everything is about you, don’t you?”
“No, I—”
“I don’t care,” Henrik said angrily. “Go. See if I ever try to bring you back!”
Turning on my heel, I fled into the woods. As soon as I was away from Henrik and Ligeia’s magicked clearing, the woods were sparce and dead once again. A few buds on trees shook and wavered in the breeze, but I stumbled along the brown landscape in a fit of tears.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Monica. Now that I’d finally learned the truth, memories from high school flooded my brain, almost like standing under a waterfall of emotion. I
didn’t even have to close my eyes—Monica’s face, Andrea’s face—practically everyone I’d known back then flashed before me.
“No,” I mumbled under my breath as I ran faster and faster. My sides ached and for a moment, I had the absurd urge to laugh. I’m so out of shape. I nearly stumbled over some dead leaves and branches. I can’t even run away from myself!
When I got to the edge of the woods, I stood there, panting and heaving. I leaned over and rested my hands on my thighs, shuddering and shivering. My body was soaked with sweat, and the cold air made me feel wretched and nauseous. The sun had completely risen by now—I wondered how much time had actually passed since I’d left, and I swallowed. There was a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew that when I got home, Steven would be angry.
And the strange thing was, I didn’t care. I felt oddly numb and detached from the whole situation, almost like an outsider looking in. Almost like Karen—an innocent by-standing roommate, someone who wasn’t really involved.
Sniffling, I took a deep, shuddering breath and started the slow walk up to the house. My feet squelched in the mud. Looking down, I saw that my legs were covered in muck and filth, almost to my knees. The cuffs of my jeans were sodden and clinging to my ankles.
Suddenly, a loud sound pierced the air. It was like nothing I’d ever heard before, a sonic boom of anger that stunned me. A ripple of fear soared through my body and I wrapped my arms around my torso and hugged tightly.
Boom!
The sound flashed through the air once more and I swallowed, turning on my heel and looking at the woods. Sunlight sparkled and flashed over the ground. Licking my steps, I moved closer. There was something shiny on the ground, something that kept catching the light of the sun.
When I realized that it was the athame—Monica’s athame—I collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
“Elizabeth!”
The voice calling my name was urgent and stern. I groaned and rolled over, covering my eyes with both hands. My bed was warm and comfortable, and I pulled the blanket over my shoulder and snuggled back down into the pillows.
“Elizabeth, get up.”
I groaned. “What?” I moaned. “What’s going on?”
I opened my eyes. Steven sat on the bed, fully dressed and glaring at me.
“What the fuck?” I said. “Why did you wake me? What’s going on?”
Steven raised an eyebrow and pointed to the bed. I groaned when I saw the white sheets and duvet were filthy with mud and dead leaves.
“What happened?” Steven asked tersely. “Why the fuck would you come to bed without washing?”
I blinked and rubbed my eyes with both fists. There were crescent moons of dirt under my fingernails and I examined my hands carefully, looking at the scratches and scrapes.
“I don’t know,” I said. I frowned. “It was an accident. Maybe I was sleepwalking.”
Steven rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure, that’s a good one,” he snapped sarcastically. “I bet you sleepwalk all the time, don’t you?”
“Hey,” I said sharply. “Don’t talk to me like that. I said I was sorry. I’ll wash everything today; it’ll be fine with bleach.”
Steven rolled his eyes and threw his arms in the air. “You know what?” he growled. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll be downstairs.”
Anger stirred inside me, hot and frantic as fire. I leapt to my feet, barely noticing the mud-smeared sheets.
“What?” Steven asked sarcastically. “Lemme guess—somehow, this is my fault. Right?”
I glared at him. “You’re treating me like a little kid,” I complained. “I told you, it was an accident. I wouldn’t do this on purpose.”
“You’re a kid,” Steven said. He snorted. “You’re twenty-two.”
I narrowed my eyes into angry slits. “And you, with all of your infinite twenty-three-year-old wisdom, somehow know better?”
“Yeah,” Steven barked. “I do. Excuse me,” he said. He pushed past me—more roughly than necessary—and stomped down the hall. When I heard the soles of his feet slapping against the stairs, I groaned and sank back down into the mattress.
“Elizabeth!” Steven yelled. “Come down here.”
I hate you, I thought suddenly. You’ve never respected me. We’re supposed to be enjoying the happiest time of our lives right now, and you can’t even take me seriously.
“Elizabeth!” Steven screamed. “I’m fucking serious!”
My face was flushed and hot with anger as I yanked off my pants and pulled on a clean pair of shorts from the dresser. My feet were still caked with mud and grime, but I didn’t care. I would give him a piece of my mind.
When I got downstairs, I saw Steven standing in front of the boxes I’d pulled from the closet the night before. His face was a contorted mask of rage.
“What the fuck is this?” Steven asked, gesturing to the papers and pictures. “Why the hell did you make a huge mess in the middle of the night and not even bother to clean it?” Before I could answer, he continued, “You’re so fucking selfish, Elizabeth. You don’t even care that other people live here, too. You ever thought of that?”
I glared. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. It was completely uncharacteristic of Steven to be this rude… or was it? Was I finally starting to notice what other people had said all along?
I shivered.
“Hey,” Steven barked. He snapped his fingers. “Don’t get all weepy on me,” he warned. “You’re not getting out of this.”
His comments both stung me and confused me. Staring at him, I licked my lips.
“I don’t know why you’re being like this,” I said. My voice was shaky and unsteady, like that of a child. “It’s like you’re trying to look for a reason to be a complete asshole.”
Steven rolled his eyes. “You know what?” he snapped. “Forget it, Elizabeth. I’m fucking done.” He grabbed a cup of coffee from the counter and knocked it down his throat, swallowing hastily. I cringed—even from a few feet away, I could tell that it was scorching hot.
Just as I was about to say something else, Karen walked in. She yawned, rubbing both of her eyes with her fists. Resentment bubbled inside of me like I was one of Ligeia’s kettles.
“Hi,” Karen said sleepily. She yawned again, this time not bothering to cover her mouth.
Steven smiled at her. I felt my hurt and confusion spin into a hot blend of anger. How the fuck can he be acting so normal, I thought. Two seconds ago, he was screaming at me.
“Rough night?” Karen glanced down at my muddy feet and ankles, wrinkling her nose. “God, Elizabeth, you could’ve at least washed,” she added. “That’s so gross.”
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I was sleepwalking. I couldn’t help it.”
Karen raised her eyebrows. “Oh,” she said.
I could tell she didn’t believe me.
“Anyway, I was just leaving,” Steven said. He smiled again, then grabbed his wallet and tucked it into his back pocket. He left the room without even looking at me.
As soon as he was gone, Karen frowned. “What’s wrong with you guys?” she asked, sidling closer.
I rolled my eyes. “Nothing.”
“Come on, I can totally tell he’s pissed at you.”
“I don’t know, Karen,” I said. I couldn’t keep irritation from seeping into my voice. “Just forget about it, okay?”
“You can talk to me,” Karen said sweetly. She sidled up to me. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Just stay out of it,” I snapped. Turning around, I stalked out of the kitchen, down the hall, and onto the front porch. Steven stood in the yard, spinning his keys around on one finger.
When he saw me, he glared.
“I need some alone time,” Steven said. He shook his head in disgust. “You wouldn’t know the meaning of that, though.”
“Just tell me one thing,” I said sharply, walking closer. “Do you miss her?”
“What?” Steven narrowed his eyes. “Look, Elizabeth, whate
ver you’re playing at—I don’t have time for—”
“Do you miss her?” I repeated, raising my voice. At my sides, my hands balled into fists.
“You’re acting psycho,” Steven said. “Who are you even talking about?”
My gut twisted. “You know,” I said. “Andrea.”
“Who?”
“Don’t do this,” I warned, holding one fist in the air. All too late, I realized that I probably looked like I wanted to hit Steven. He realized it, too—his face went white and his shock of dirty-blonde hair flopped into his eyes.
“Elizabeth, just calm down,” Steven said. He darted to the side and put both hands on my shoulders.
Reluctantly, I lowered my fist.
“Just tell me,” I said hoarsely. The tears came rushing back and I bit my lip. “Just tell me, do you think about her? Do you miss her?”
“Elizabeth,” Steven said gently. “I really don’t know who you’re talking about.” He narrowed his eyes and reached up to put a hand on my forehead.
My heart twisted. “Your sister,” I said slowly. “Andrea. Remember?” I swallowed. “She… disappeared, back when we were still in high school.”
Steven narrowed his eyes. “Wow,” he said. He shook his head slowly, tossing his blonde hair like a dog shaking free of water. “I knew things were bad, but I had no idea they were this bad.”
“What does that even mean?” My heart slowly thudded in my chest. I licked my lips, suddenly dreading Steven’s answer.
“Elizabeth…I…” Steven trailed off. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, you can’t be serious right now.” He stepped closer, shielding his eyes with his hand. I could tell by the way the color had returned to his face that he was no longer angry with me, but I felt more confused than ever.
“I’m serious,” I said in a shaky voice. “I’ve been thinking about her lately. And I wondered if you missed her.” Because you always seemed to prefer her to me, I added in my head.
A wave of shame and guilt washed over me. Steven didn’t answer, he just shook his head. His mouth hung open—he looked completely devoid of words, unlike I’d ever seen him before.
“Elizabeth,” Steven said in a hushed voice. “I’m really worried about you.”
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