[Peachville High Demons 01.0 - 03.0] Beautiful Demons Box Set

by Sarra Cannon

  Caroline groaned. Her back arched high and for the first time, I noticed a black stone hovering just above her chest. I stepped closer. The stone was roughly cut with sharp edges. It was black, but also transparent enough that I could see light shining through it. As far as I could see, the stone wasn't actually attached to anything. It hovered in the air just above her heart. When she moved, the stone moved with her.

  Studying her, I now saw that there was a bluish sort of vapor coming off of her body. The smoke-like vapors traveled like tiny clouds up to the stone, then were absorbed into it. Was it the stone that was hurting her?

  I rushed to the edge of the woods, looking for a fallen branch or a long stick. I found a broken limb and stepped on it to break it in half. I took the longer half and ran back to Caroline. Carefully, I edged the stick toward the circle of black roses. If I could just knock the stone away, I thought maybe I could break whatever spell she was under.

  Of course, it might also kill her.

  I was dealing with magic way beyond my knowledge. Dark magic. I knew I should wait for the others to arrive, but I could see from Caroline's pale face that she didn't have much time left. I had to trust my own instincts.

  I gripped the end of the stick with both hands and pushed it into the circle. I aimed for the black stone, hoping to knock it loose, but the second the wood hit the area just above the roses, it burst into flames. It was like watching a meteor try to make its way through the earth's outer atmosphere. The stick disintegrated into ash.

  I fell to the ground, my chest tight. Only the very end of the limb survived. I gripped the wood tight in my hand, then hurled it toward the roses as hard as I could.

  The stick hit the barrier, flared up, and was gone.

  I wanted to destroy those things. To reach in and rip each one from the ground.

  The limb might have burned in the flame, but my hand didn't disintegrate. Sure, it hurt like hell, but maybe I could handle the pain long enough to pull Caroline free.

  My breath came fast and hard as I tried to psych myself up for the pain. It was probably nothing compared to what Caroline was feeling.

  I moved toward the circle, still on my knees, positioning myself as close to Caroline as possible. I held my hand up and started to reach toward Caroline, but the demon by my side turned and startled me. I pulled back.

  “What?” I shouted. I felt my grasp on sanity slipping away. Fear and desperation filled me. “You got a better idea?”

  The demon only stared at me.

  “I didn't think so,” I said.

  My heart pumped in anticipation. I tried to take a deep breath, but I felt like my airways were blocked. In front of me, Caroline whimpered, then went limp. Terror gripped me. It was now or never.

  I pushed my hand through the smoky barrier. Pain ripped through my hand and arm and I screamed. Every part of my brain was screaming for me to pull my hand back, but I forced myself to keep moving forward. Tears ran down my cheeks. I gritted my teeth and pushed on.

  My fingers touched flesh and I blinked through the tears. Caroline! I'd reached her! I tried to tug on her arm, but she was way too heavy. There was no way I was going to pull her through the flowers. I didn't have the strength.

  The black stone glowed above her chest. I closed my fist tight around the rough stone and felt it burn the skin from my palm. I yelled out and tried to yank my hand back through the roses. But I was frozen. I tried to release the stone, but I had lost control of my body. Slowly, I felt myself being sucked into the circle. My knees scraped against the ground and I reached out with my left hand, desperate to find something to hold onto. I pulled up fistfuls of grass and tried to dig my feet into the ground, but nothing worked.

  I was being pulled in with Caroline.

  The entire right side of my body screamed in agony as I slid toward the black roses.

  “No!” I yelled. I closed my eyes tight and pulled with all my strength. I couldn't let myself get sucked in along with her. The burning spread up my right arm and shoulder. It hurt so bad, there were no longer words to describe it. I put every ounce of my strength into resisting the force that was pulling me toward Caroline, but it was no use.

  In that moment, I knew that I was going to die.

  Someday

  A strong hand grasped mine and hope flooded my chest. I opened my eyes and tried to see through the tears.

  Jackson!

  I had no idea how he'd been able to find me all the way out here, but there he was. He was shouting something at me, but I couldn't hear him. All I could hear was an awful hissing sound as my skin continued to burn.

  He pointed to my neck, and at first, I didn't know what he was talking about. The pain was too intense. I couldn't think clearly. Then, I understood. Against my body's screams of protests, I leaned into the circle, allowing the burning barrier to touch my sapphire pendant.

  A dark shadow swirled around the marble statue in the clearing. I blinked hard, but my vision wouldn't clear. Aerden? The demon moved over to where Jackson stood, then seemed to step into his body. I felt Jackson's grip tighten. A wave of cold rushed up my left arm, through the middle of my body, and finally, mercifully, down my burning arm. My breath became puffs of white smoke in the air.

  The hissing near my ear stopped. Something snapped. Like a crack moving through ice. Jackson pulled on my arm, and I slid out of the circle of roses, the black stone still clutched in my fist. Below me, the roses shattered into thousands of pieces. I turned my head to shield my eyes and found Jackson's welcoming arms.

  My knees gave out and we slid to the ground, my head against his chest. He held me tight, rocking me back and forth. I sobbed into his t-shirt and cradled my injured arm close to my body.

  “Are you okay?” he said. He pulled back so he could study my injuries.

  “Caroline,” I sobbed, swiping at my eyes so I could see her. I tried to stand and walk to her, but my weak legs wouldn't hold me.

  “She'll be okay,” he said, trying to pull me back to him. “You're both going to be all right.”

  I crawled toward Caroline, shards of black glass cutting through my jeans and into my knees. Her breathing was labored and her eyes were closed tight. I laid my head down near her shoulder, completely exhausted. Thank god she was alive!

  “Caroline,” a voice behind me said. I felt the rush of fabric against my skin.

  I sat up. Caroline's mother kneeled beside her. She was wearing a long black skirt that spread out across the grass around her. She took Caroline's hand in her own and held it up to her face. Her eyes filled with tears and she looked at me with wonder.

  “How did you...” Her body broke down into choking sobs as she lifted her child into her arms and began to rock her back and forth.

  People rushed out of the woods. Zara, her mother, the sheriff and others.

  Mrs. Ashworth walked into the circle and grabbed my arm. “What did you do to her?” she hissed into my ear.

  “I tried to... I mean I wanted to reach in and grab her from...”

  I couldn't form the right words to explain what had happened. My brain was fried from all the tension of the last moments.

  “Harper saved her life,” Jackson said. He stepped forward and stood so close behind me, I could feel the warmth of his body against my back. I wanted to lean back against him, but resisted. I didn't like the way Mrs. Ashworth was looking at him. There was hatred in her gaze.

  Eloise Sullivan stood, her black skirt billowing in the breeze. Her shoulders tensed as she glared at Mrs. Ashworth. “She's your future Prima,” she said, her face stained with tears. “You need to learn to treat her with respect. She just saved my daughter's life.”

  “Then why is this demon here?” Mrs. Ashworth said. “If you have something to do with this girl's disappearance—"

  “If it wasn't for Jackson, I would have died too,” I said. Jackson tugged on my hand, as if to pull me from the fight.

  “Enough.” A tall, slender woman stepped toward us. She lo
oked like an ice queen with her white-silver hair and clear-blue eyes. This had to be Zara's mother. She commanded the attention of everyone in the clearing. “Now is not the time for accusations. All that matters is taking care of Caroline.”

  Mrs. King burst through the trees, gasping for breath. She must have been running as fast as she could. She rushed to Caroline's side.

  “Can you help her?” I asked.

  “I can try,” she said. She placed her hands on Caroline's face, then moved them down to her chest. “Dear God, what did they do to her?”

  “What is it?” Eloise said, bending down. “She's going to be all right, isn't she?”

  “I don't know,” Mrs. King said, shaking her head. “She's alive, but barely. Harper, what happened? I thought Zara said there were black roses?”

  “There was a circle of black roses around Caroline,” I said. “And this stone was hovering above her chest.”

  I held out my hand and opened my palm. The black stone was glimmering, as if I were holding a tiny star in my hand. I gasped and nearly dropped it. Eloise carefully took the stone from my hand.

  “Who would do such a thing to my daughter?” she said, her voice trembling. “This kind of dark magic was banned from the Order more than sixty years ago. Who even still knows how to do those old rituals?”

  “I can assure you that no one in Peachville's coven has access to those spells. There is no one in this town who would practice dark magic behind my back,” Mrs. Ashworth said, stepping forward.

  “Someone in this town did this,” Eloise said. “This is a soul stone. My daughter's power has been sucked from her body as if she were a traitor. How can you explain this?”

  “I can't,” Mrs. Ashworth said. “But a member of our Order wouldn't have done this.”

  “We'll discuss this later,” Zara's mother said. “I have my trackers searching the woods for any sign of the kidnapper. For now, let Mrs. King do what she can from here, then we'll transport Caroline to the local hospital.”

  “Not the hospital,” Eloise said. “Please. Can't she stay here at Shadowford?”

  While the others discussed where to take Caroline, I felt Jackson's hand stroking my hair. I leaned into him for support, wishing more than anything that I could curl up beside him in the grass and go to sleep for the next three days. My arm still throbbed, but there was something else. Deep down in the core of me, something was happening. Even though I was tired, I felt a strange power flowing through me. It was foreign and unsettling.

  They finally decided that Caroline would be moved to an empty bedroom on the second floor of Shadowford until she was awake and able to go home to Cypress. I was glad to hear that Caroline would be staying at Shadowford. That way I could look in on her and help her get better.

  Mrs. King worked on Caroline while all of the other ladies separated into small clusters, whispering together. I noticed that Sheriff Hollingsworth and Mrs. Ashworth looked particularly upset. They kept throwing strange glances my way, but when our eyes met, they looked away quickly as if I'd caught them doing something bad.

  Jackson kneeled down next to me. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Do you want to leave?”

  “I'm fine,” I said. “Why do they keep staring at me like I did something wrong?”

  Jackson shifted uncomfortably. Was he hiding something from me? “I think we should go home, leave them to figure out what happened here on their own.”

  “I can't leave Caroline.”

  “She's got plenty of people here to take care of her,” he said.

  He took my hand and helped me stand. I could feel the strength returning to my legs, and I was grateful.

  From the other side of the crowded circle, I saw Zara look toward me, then whisper something in her mother's ear. Her mother nodded, then walked toward us. I held on tight to Jackson's hand.

  “Harper,” she said. “I'm Zara's mother, Selene Winter.”

  I was lost for words. “Hi, nice to meet you” didn't quite seem appropriate for the moment.

  “How exactly did you get rid of the black roses?” she asked. “Zara tells me they were surrounding the girl's body on all sides.”

  “Yes, ma'am,” I said. “They were.”

  “Those roses are not easily destroyed,” she said. “Tell me what happened.”

  I explained how I reached through the flowers to grab the stone, and how Jackson pulled me out when the circle seemed to be pulling me in. On instinct, I left out the part where Aerden stepped into Jackson's body. I didn't even completely understand that myself. Instead, I simply said that Jackson pulled me out and the flowers shattered. She watched my face very carefully as I spoke. When I said Jackson's name, her gaze flickered to him for a moment, then back to me.

  “You should have Mrs. King take a look at your arm,” she said. “That must have been excruciatingly painful.”

  “It's nothing compared to what Caroline's been through,” I said.

  Her eyes traveled down to where Jackson and I still clasped hands. “Jackson Hunt,” she said. “After your behavior when you first came into this world, I never would have thought it possible for you to care for any human girl. How is that you came upon Harper just as she was being pulled into the circle?”

  “I heard her screaming,” he said. “I ran as fast as I could.”

  “Well, I suppose you do have an interest in seeing this one alive,” she said.

  I cringed. She assumed he only wanted to save me in order to keep his brother safe. Was that true? I studied Jackson's face, but he betrayed no emotion.

  “I'd like to know exactly what happened here,” Priestess Winter said. “Taking care of Caroline is our first priority, but later this evening, I will call for you. We must get to the bottom of this and see who is responsible for this dark magic.”

  “No one in the Peachville coven would have done something like this,” Mrs. Ashworth said, stepping forward. Her usually pretty face was creased with worry.

  “When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it,” Priestess Winter said.

  Mrs. King stood and all eyes turned to her. “I've done all I can for now,” she said. “We should be able to safely move her to a room in Shadowford.”

  The priestess nodded and with a gentle motion of her wrist, lifted Caroline's body from the grass. Everyone followed, but Jackson held me back. Up above, the sky grew darker, leaving the trees full of shadows.

  “Did you see anyone?” he asked. “Besides me or Zara? Anyone in the woods?”

  I shook my head. “I think Caroline's demon was here, but he wouldn't talk to me.”

  “Yes, he was here,” Jackson said. “His name is Malinar. Whenever a person in the blood-line is that close to death, the spirit of their demon will appear to comfort them and guide them into the afterlife.”

  “And Aerden, he was here, too, wasn't he?” I asked. “I could have sworn I saw him step into your body. Did I just imagine that?”

  Jackson avoided the question. “What about anyone else? This is important,” he said.

  “No. I didn't see anyone else.”

  Jackson put his hand on my cheek. “Tonight, when they question us, tell them the truth about everything you did and saw. Except one thing,” he said. His eyes were locked on mine so intensely, I found it hard to breathe. “No matter what, don't tell them that you saw my brother's shadow join with me.”

  “So, I wasn't just imagining it,” I said. “But how is that even possible? I don't understand.”

  “Promise you won't tell anyone,” he said. “Please, Harper.”

  The sound of my name on his lips sent shivers up my spine. How could I deny him anything?

  “Of course I won't tell,” I said. “But you've got to promise that someday you're going to stop keeping so many secrets from me.”

  He stroked his thumb across my cheek and smiled.

  “Someday,” he said.

  Consequences

  Caroline was put in a room three doors down from my own, all the way at the
far end of the hall. Her mother and sister sat with her for the rest of the afternoon, but Caroline still hadn't opened her eyes. Mrs. King had at least gotten her to a state where she could breathe without pain, but now it was just a waiting game.

  I took my time getting ready for the questioning session downstairs. I knew Priestess Winter wanted to go through every detail of what happened, but I wasn't even completely sure what had happened to me in that circle. Something inside felt strange and new. I felt unusually awake and strong. My arm still ached from the pain of the circle, but the injury was only skin-deep. I was far more interested in what I felt stirring underneath the surface.

  Zara knocked on the door, then came in without waiting for me to answer. “Mom's ready for us downstairs,” she said.

  “Is she angry, do you think?” I asked. “I mean, at me?”

  Zara gave me a small smile. “No,” she said. “She just wants to get to the bottom of this and figure out who hurt Caroline.”

  “Fair enough,” I said.

  We made our way downstairs to the sitting room. Everything about this room felt stuffy and dusty. Even the couch was as uncomfortable to sit on as it looked. The priestess sat across from me in a mahogany high-backed chair with a red cushion.

  “Tell me what happened,” she said simply.

  I cleared my throat. I desperately wanted a tall glass of cool water at that moment. I started by telling her about how Zara and I decided to go outside to practice magic instead of sitting in my room being bored.

  I told her about Zara shifting into the butterfly and leading us toward the clearing. The priestess leaned forward in her seat when I got to the part about finding Caroline's body in the circle of black roses. I had a feeling she'd already heard the first part of the story from her daughter, and now was waiting to hear what I had to say about what happened once Zara left to get help.

  “I know Zara told me not to do anything, but I couldn't just sit there and watch Caroline die,” I said, already feeling defensive. I was sure they would find some way to punish me for disobeying Zara's instructions. Even if it did ultimately save Caroline's life.