by Martha Woods
“What is it about him?”
“There's something about looking into the eyes of somebody so old. He's thrilling, robust and sensitive. He knows what it's like to live in a different world and contemplate eternity.”
“It's an illusion, Sara. He's too old to give a shit about you and if you don't understand that you've got a long way to go before you have any business falling in love.” Margaret flew a shot glass out of the cupboard and filled with golden liquid. She took it quickly and slammed the glass back down on the table. “We've got to kill Caleb.”
“He wants us to wait to make sure there's no other alternative.”
“There are ways to get inside the barrier surrounding the house. He could easily find a witch to do it. I'm not fucking waiting. There's a psychopathic vampire trying to kill us all, and you're talking about waiting.”
“I'm talking about a week or two until Caleb has decided what to do.” Sara sat down at the table. “Let's set a time span, get him to agree and stick to it.”
“You just want to make sure he stays with you.”
“I care about him, but I know he'll stay with me no matter what.”
“You know; most witches are a lot more mature at your age. They don't start talking about love until 30. You're rushing into a childish venture, and it's going to get you killed. You need to start thinking straight.”
“You're just hurt. You lost your sister and your daughter. Now you want revenge. You're the one who's not thinking straight. Respect the sanctity of life and only take it if you absolutely have to. That's a pretty simple principle. We are safe, right now. Nothing is going to hurt us.”
“At any second it could happen.”
“Do you see a witch dismantling our barrier outside? Stuart hasn't let town. He's waiting out there for us. That means we have time, and I'm going to make sure we use it rather than rushing into some reckless battle. You could easily get yourself killed.”
“I'm willing to risk it.”
“So am I, but I think he deserves time to try and save his brother. Ignorant prejudice aside, I think that's a pretty reasonable request.”
“One week.”
“Two.”
“Fine.”
Sara ran outside to stand on the porch. “Stuart in two week’s time we're going to start hunting you, and so help me God, we will do whatever it fucking takes to kill you. If you want to live, find your brother and listen to what he has to say.”
“He's not going to listen.” Margaret walked up behind her. “They're stubborn creatures, that much I know for certain.”
“I have to see Caleb.” Sara stepped off the porch.
Chapter 18
Decay was the only constant in Caleb's world. Immortality was a lonely, hateful existence filled with heartbreak and sadness. The people he'd met over the years stuck with him. Every few decades he found a woman that he simply couldn't look away from. He tried so hard to avoid love, but it always had a way of creeping up on him. Then, when it inevitably ended, it smashed him to pieces. That was the curse of the Vampire.
He couldn't live his life with the woman of his dreams or have one home that he could call his own. His possessions never lasted more than a few decades. He owned nothing. He had no lifelong friends, and the few vampires he'd met were vicious beasts that he could never allow himself to be around.
He was a man stuck in a vampire’s body, longing for the life of a human. He would've given anything to live out his life, grow old and die, but that had been robbed from him. Instead, he was forced to reminisce, and find enjoyment wherever he could.
There wasn't much left to do. He'd been to every landmass, every country and all of the major modern cities. He'd traveled through the catacombs or Paris and climbed through the tunnels inside the great pyramid. The only thing he found was decay, people living their lives the way he should've been.
There was one thing that kept him going. Every few decades he'd hear a familiar whisper. There would be a body or a human that knew Stuart's name and it reminded him that there was somebody out there he could connect with. Somebody knew him, who was, what he was and what he used to be. Stuart grounded Caleb and reminded him that he wasn't completely alone.
The most frustrating part about it was that Stuart was always running. Caleb hadn't seen him since the nineteenth century when Emily told him that she wanted to be with Caleb instead. Caleb didn't blame Stuart for hiding. He was upset, and he would be for a long time, but this killing spree had to stop, and Caleb needed his brother back.
Sara was an extraordinary woman. Caleb was more than two hundred years old. He had seen the rise and fall of nations, the onset of the industrial revolution and he watched as computers and electricity overtook the world. But when he was around her, he was in awe, because he knew that he was in the presence of true greatness and that is an elusive quality, one that even vampires rarely come across.
Sara had no idea who she was or what she was capable of. He saw the blue fire in her eyes, and he couldn't look away. Magic was not an easy craft. It took control, self-discipline discipline and enormous amounts of willpower. She had all of those things. They were her greatest assets, and she had no idea how extraordinary that was.
Margaret wouldn't know. She was too blind to see the good in others. Caleb knew her well enough to know that she was probably short tempered with Sara, and considered the girl to be a stunted beginner, but Caleb knew differently. He wanted to help foster her gifts and show her real potential. But their relationship was already being threatened.
He needed his brother to live. If Stuart died nothing in his life would last forever. Sara would eventually die. She'd turn into dust, and he'd be left with nothing. He was being forced to choose between Sara and Stuart and that wasn't fair. He loved them both.
If Caleb wanted to save his brother's life, he was going to have to take a gamble. He got up, walked outside, and ran through the hills until he reached the edge of cliffs where he knew his brother would be sitting watching the house.
“Stuart, I need to talk to you. I love her. You can't kill her. Please. I just want this one girl, one lifetime of peace. Then you can go on and kill off her entire line I don't care. Just let her live.”
“No.” Caleb turned around to see his brother with his distinctive blond curls pasted to his head. He was posed in a fighting stance, ready to rip Caleb's head off his shoulders.
“And why not?”
Caleb barely it until it was over, and he was laying on the ground with a rock sticking into the back of his head. Then he saw Stuart looking down at him.
“You're my brother. I love you. Just stop this.”
“No.” He nearly kicked in Caleb's face. “She loves you.” He slammed into Caleb again. “She always loved you more.” He kicked Caleb in the ribs, and they collapsed instantly. “I did everything for her, everything and she didn't care. I hate you!”
Caleb stared straight up and watched the sky. He was no stranger to mortal pain. His ribs had been crushed before. His face had been smashed in, and his skull had been shattered into a million pieces, but his body knew how to put itself back together again. He was aware that he'd be okay. He just had to live out the excruciating pain.
When Stuart was done, hunched over and staring at Caleb with a satisfied look on his face. “I wish you were human I would torture you for years then kill you slowly.”
“What about the witches? Why should all witches die because of the mistakes of one?”
“Because it's the only way I can find peace.” Stuart pulled out a syringe from his back pocket and shoved it into Caleb's arm.
“What is that?” A very human feeling began to pass over Caleb's mind, blocking out the world until it was a dulled, fading experience and he passed out.
Chapter 19
“Every food can be summoned using an image of the food itself and the energy you associate it. Generally, witches stick to simple ingredients. Sophisticated dishes are hard; some are nearly impossible. Pump
kin pie is a good example of that. You can probably summon up the feel and the taste, but there are some many spices in there that a single variance can ruin the whole dish.” Margaret was sitting at the kitchen table flipping through what she called her recipe grimoire, a compendium of all of her notes about the energy used to summon specific foods.
“The energy is different for everyone, isn't it?”
“Oh, yes. You're going to need your own journal. My grimoire won't work for you. Here we are.” She stopped at a yellowed page fill with scribbles. “Stuffed Cornish game hen.”
“You want me to make that?”
“I want you to summon the ingredients. Then I want you to make it.”
“Are you kidding?”
“It should come naturally to you, especially since you love cooking.”
Sara sighed. “Fine.” She got up to look over her grandmother's shoulder. “So Cornish game hen. I'm supposed to focus on the feeling of biting into cartilage, thin strips of meat and bone.”
“Yep.”
“That's disgusting. I don't think I can eat it after that.”
“Just try.”’
“Alright.” Sara pulled out a baking pan and held her hands over it, imagining a piece of roasted, white flesh, and how if she bought into it, she would have to be careful not to chomp of any of the bones. Then there would be the tough cartilage wrapped around the end of the drumsticks. She nearly puked at the thought of the red juice oozing out of the bottom. She added a burst energy, channeled it up through her body and jumped back the raw flesh plopped down on the baking pan.
“Sara!”
Margaret jumped out of her chair and ran to the door, her hair flowing behind her.
“Stop!” Sara went to see Stuart standing at the edge of the perimeter.
“I have Caleb. Do you want him to live?”
“We'll find him.” Margaret closed her eyes and raised her hands, summoning a burst of chilled air. “Malleus...”
“Stop!” Sara tackled her to the ground and held her squirming hands down.
“Where is he?”
“You have to come with me.” The monster's tone was cold and comfortable. He was the opposite of his brother. Caleb felt everything. Stuart had found a way to completely detach from his emotions and dull them. It allowed him to do whatever he wanted to do.
“NO!” Margaret shot up off the ground with surprising force, throwing Sara to the ground started summoning the scythe once again.
“I'm leaving.” Sara got up and walked outside the barrier.
“No! No!” Margaret was sobbing.
“I will allow you to live, old witch so long as you stay within your perimeter.
“I'll kill you,” Sara heard her hiss right before Stuart threw her over his shoulder and started running.
Chapter 20
Stuart didn't bother to shield her from the wind. Instead, he allowed the tiny grains of sand and dust to sink into the back of her skull where they stayed embedded while she screamed wildly. These vampires travel a hundred times faster than Caleb, jumping over obstacles, tearing through the city streets so fast nobody would've noticed him. He jumped over something tall, a building maybe. Then entered a dark place where he threw her onto a concrete floor, smiling at the sound of her arm cracking.
“Fuck!” her breath was pounding in time with her heart, a pagan beat that overtook everything in the nearly complete darkness that surrounded her. She had no idea where she was, or what she was doing there, but she could see Stuart standing just a few feet away.
“Stuart no!” Caleb was behind her screaming.
Stuart was on her in an instant with his hand wrapped around her neck. “You're going to watch!”
“He can't move,” Stuart said to her quietly, almost playfully. “He's tied up.”
“How is that even possible?”
“A compound I developed that puts vampires out and weakens their bodies. It's one of a kind, actually.” He sounded rather proud of himself while he tightened his grip on Sara's throat. He was crushing her lymph node glands, and slowly tearing the skin off. She could feel the sharp pang of it tearing on the back of her neck. “You like that?”
“M-m...”
Her voice was strained.
“What was that?” He cocked his head to the side.
“M-Malleus.” She met his eyes.
“That's not going to happen.” He shook his head and reached down to grab her finger. Left hand. “In fact, I don't like the idea of you even trying.” He took her index finger, smiled and caught her eye as he moved Well,his finger slowly up the side.
“What are you doing?” She asked, petrified.
Her answer was a sharp pain, more powerful that anything she'd ever felt in her entire life and a sickening, squishing feel as her index finger tore away at the base. Dark spots clouded her vision. She didn't notice that she was shrieking until she felt her throat go dry and her voice broke. She kept going and going, watching the blood spray out while Stuart aimed her hand so the fountain would spray into his mouth while he gave her a cocky grin.
“I'll kill you! I'll kill you!” Despite the pain and loud whispering sound that was still trying to explode out of Sara's mouth, she could still hear the sound of metal scratching against metal while Caleb struggled to get free.
“Well, that was fun, wasn't it?” Stuart wiped his mouth and used a handkerchief he kept in his velvet jacket to stop the bleeding. “What else should we rip off? Your scalp?” He rubbed her head. “Your nose?” He flicked the top. “Or maybe we could try one of your ears.” He ducked into a whisper, shooting toxic breath that poured down her neck, setting off a series of explosions inside her mind. Each one was accompanied by the sound of crackling flash and white marble turning to dust.
“You're going to die now.” Stuart swiped a black strand of hair away from her eyes. “You hear that Caleb. It's time.”
“Even if she dies, Stuart, it won't stop me from killing you.” Caleb was accepting her death as an inevitability. Her grandmother was in the house crying over her lost family. There was no hope. Everyone already assumed that she was dead, but she wasn't, and she still had power. He would hear her using the scythe and would probably feel the room get cold.
She wasn't going to be able to kill him. She couldn't fight him. There was nothing else that could possibly work.
“How you want to die? Do you expect me to drain your blood? Snap your neck or maybe I could puncture your stomach. That's a fun one. It's one of the most painful ways to go because the stomach acid eats right through you, and it takes forever. So what do you think?”
Sara wasn't being given any choice in the matter, not one thing she said would stop him.
“Sara I love you!”
That was the hardest part. She had a reason to care about her life. After her mother had died, Sarah gave up entirely. She wanted to die, and she felt that way for a long time. Now that she wanted to live, blood was pouring out of the hole where her finger had been. The seething pain was taking over her mind, and all she could think of was how badly she wanted to be with him. She wasn't supposed to die. That's not what her mother would've wanted.
Sara closed her eyes, breathed in deep and feel into the blue pool hidden deep within her gut. It was power but was it enough. He needed the scythe. It was the only power she had now, and the pain from her finger was starting to cause it to boil. Soon it rose up to the surface and her focus traveled with it, up her spine.
It was so cold it would burn anything that touched it. A smile crept up its lips. She still had that fire.
“I guess we'll do the stomach.”
Sara laughed quietly, watching the fire lap at her feet. It spread so fast that Stuart barely noticed. He was too busy gauging the placement of her stomach. He pulled back his hand with one finger ready to pierce through her skin.
He stepped back, his jaw wide open as that fire engulfed her body. Then, with a single thought her wrath erupted in a ball of flames that stuck to his skin
. “Ah!”
The skin on his face disintegrated and turned to ash, revealing the stark white muscle below. It never got farther than that, though. Instead, the skin kept trying to heal itself while the fire ate at it, placing Stuart in a state of perpetual torture that wouldn't stop. Instead, the fire at his whole body, tearing through his chest and eating it while it tried to repair himself, eating his stomach while Sara laughed.
“Stop! Please! Stop!”
“You killed my mother.” She said coldly. Then she turned around. “Caleb? How do I find you?”
“Just keep walking back.” Sara struggled to get away, hindered by the pain where her finger used to be and the deafening sound of Stuart's screams.
“I'm coming.” The light cast a blue glow on the floor around her and eventually stood out enough for her to make out the shape of a golden chain. She followed it as best she could until she reached Caleb who had a chain around his foot.
“Thank God.” He struggled to get up from where he'd collapsed on the floor. He was pale and sweating. “Get rid of the fire.”
She used it to eat through his chains then let it flow into the ground.
“Let's go home, Caleb.”
“Come on.” He picked her up and stopped at his brother's glowing form. “I'm sorry, Stuart, but you did this to yourself.” Stuart was too busy screaming to even notice that Caleb said anything. Caleb ducked down and picked up her finger laying on the concrete.
“Can it be reattached?”
“Yes.” He started running back to the house.
Chapter 21
Margaret was sitting at the edge of the barrier with her grimoire with puffy red eyes when Caleb stopped, holding Sara close in his arms.
“Oh, my god. Is she OK?”
“I'm alright.” Caleb let her down gently. She was trying to ignore the pain in her finger, but the air tore at it while they ran.