Blood of Egypt (Witch Fairy Book 8)

by Lamer, Bonnie

“I guess I’m just so giddy about being able to see whatever I want, that I want to see it all right now.”

  He chuckles again. “You are the most impatient person I have ever met.”

  I sigh. He’s right yet again. We are supposed to be taking some time to actually enjoy ourselves. I know! A new location pops into my head. “We can go to a stereotypical human honeymoon spot.”

  He cocks his head to the side. “Where would this be?”

  “Let’s go to Niagara Falls.”

  “If we go to this new place, are we going to stay there for more than an hour?”

  I nod and smile mischievously. “We can even spend the night,” I purr seductively.

  A big grin forms on his lips. “Then I would love to see Niagara Falls.”

  Chapter 9

  Again, our arrival does not go unnoticed; I teleport us into a crowd of people. I’m just thankful that it was just into the crowd and not into an actual person. I wonder if that’s even possible. Definitely not something I want to find out by trial and error.

  Fortunately, people don’t like the unexplained. I think they cope by making things up in their head and then convince themselves that it’s the truth. So, the people that we jostle with our arrival look at us like we are just rude and pushed our way into the middle of the crowd hoping for a better view. I don’t really mind and become giddy again as I hear the thundering noise from the waterfall.

  We have a choice now. We can follow the crowd that is heading towards the overlook, where we could enjoy the beautiful sight of the falls, or we can head the other way towards the hotels that surround them. We choose to go that way.

  We have to try three hotels before we find one that has a vacancy. The room is a little pricier than I was planning on, but thankfully Dad gave me plenty of money. We will just have to be a little more frugal at our other destinations.

  There was a little commotion at the front desk because neither of us have any type of identification. It takes me several minutes to convince the desk clerk that we both lost our wallets yet somehow still have money to pay for the room. I think he eventually just takes pity on us, or he wants us to get out of his lobby because a line is forming behind us. Either way, we are now heading up to our very first hotel room together.

  I slide the little plastic key card into the lock and hear a click, then push the door open. In the center of the room there is a king size bed with a tacky bedspread in neutral colors, a small bathroom just inside the door and a desk and chair in the corner of the room by the window. The room may be a little Spartan for the price, but I think it’s going to suit our needs.

  Moving to the window, I see that we have a lovely view of Niagara Falls from here. But that’s not the lovely view I’m interested in at the moment. I pull the curtains closed and turn to my gorgeous Fairy husband. “I think seeing the sights is overrated,” I say with a smile that I hope he understands. Considering how quickly he crosses the room and pulls me into his arms for a sensual kiss, I’m pretty sure he understands.

  We don’t even make it to the bed. Our feverish hands find paths under our clothes to places we know will drive each other crazy. Kallen clears the desk with one arm and uses his other to set me on top of it. His lips kiss a trail down my body and I arch my back begging for more.

  Our clothes have become a hindrance. I’m not sure which one of us finally makes them disappear altogether. Desperate for him, I wrap my legs around Kallen’s waist and pull him to me and bring his lips back to mine. Our bodies join as one, and Kallen drowns my cries of pleasure with his mouth securely over mine. Our bodies rush to bring us the sensations we need from each other and soon, neither of us can keep our cries quiet any longer. When we have milked every last drop of pleasure from one another, Kallen rests his forehead against mine as we both try to catch our breath.

  “My God you are incredible. I love you,” Kallen breathes and then kisses me again, ignoring our pressing need for oxygen. Lifting me from the desk, our bodies still joined, he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently and we make love again and again.

  Like most couples honeymooning here, we have already seen all that we need to of Niagara Falls and don’t leave our hotel room again until morning.

  When my lazy eyes open in the morning, I’m startled to find myself in a new place. But the comforting feel of Kallen next to me carries that right away. I snuggle against him and watch as his eyes flutter open.

  “Good morning,” I say with a smile, remembering the night before.

  A sleepy grin forms on Kallen lips. “Yes, it is definitely going to be,” he says as he rolls his body over mine. “I find that I like Niagara Falls very much.”

  After enjoying the morning in bed, the looming checkout time drags us up and to the shower. A long hot shower, together. When we’re all dried off and dressed, I wrap my arms around Kallen, “I never asked you, do you want to go anywhere in particular?”

  “I have never given that much thought. Wherever you are, I am happy. We can go anywhere you want.” That earns him an extra long kiss that almost makes us miss the checkout time.

  We check out of our room right on time and walk out of the hotel holding hands. Even though the last day has been like any other honeymoon, we still have more adventures ahead. We continue walking until we have reached a deserted area, then stop. Looking around, we make sure no one can see us as we prepare for our next adventure.

  I think about hot desert sands. I imagine us seeing the pyramids from a distance; I don’t want to land us in the middle of a crowd again. When I open my eyes, we are in an endless sea of sand. About a quarter of a mile in the distance there are three pyramids rising towards the sky. I can't believe it. I’m finally here. I’m in Egypt!

  Chapter 10

  Since we are quite a ways from the pyramids, it’s unlikely that anyone saw us appear as if from nowhere. We look around to make sure, relieved not to find a soul anywhere in sight. I slip my hands into Kallen’s and we start walking. I can’t believe we’re actually here.

  As we get closer, these monstrous sized structures become even more impressive. The giant stones placed with precision to last through millennia. The faded façade from so many years in the sun. The voices of the throngs of people come to witness their glory. I am in complete awe.

  Kallen smiles down at me. “You are so beautiful right now.” My cheeks grow pink as he leans down and kisses me. “If I had known how happy this would make you, I would have brought you here long ago.”

  “I can’t believe how much my life has changed since I met you,” I say, still in amazement of my surroundings.

  He sets my suitcase down and pulls me into his arms. “Not all of those changes have been good,” he reminds me. “Does the good balance out the bad?”

  I pretend to think about it. “Hmm, let me see. I’m married to a gorgeous Fairy who adores me, I have close friends, I am one of the most powerful magical creatures around, I can travel between realms at the flick of my wrist and I’m currently on my honeymoon in a place I’ve wanted to see my whole life. What were the bad things again?”

  Kallen laughs. “I cannot remember.” He captures my lips and I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

  Three loud popping noises drag us apart. I’m pretty sure those were gun shots. Considering the panic of the crowds near the pyramids, I would say I’m right. Kallen and I both turn and begin running in the direction of the shooter. Our progress is hampered slightly by the fact that everyone else is running away from the shooter.

  Everyone except another couple. She has long dark hair and a beautiful face that looks as if her cheekbones were chiseled from stone. The man with her has dark hair as well that’s slightly longer than Kallen’s and his skin is a gorgeous bronze color as if it was made to be out in the sun. It is only a moment before it is them, the shooter, and me and Kallen. Everyone else has fled.

  The man waving the gun looks like he’s a tourist. He has close cropped blonde hair and he’s wearing
a tacky Hawaiian shirt with khaki pants. His belly is a bit round and his glasses are rather thick. He’s looking at his gun as if it just suddenly appeared in his hand.

  The confusion in his eyes clears when they find me. A sneer crawls onto his face and he points his gun in my direction. There is so much raw hatred on his face that I almost take a step back. There is no hesitation when he pulls the trigger.

  Three things happen simultaneously. Kallen and I throw up a magical wall that prevents the bullet from getting closer than six feet from us. A sandstorm kicks up around the shooter and he is forced to his knees, shielding his eyes and face from being ravished by the tiny granules wanting to tear him apart. The third thing? The area is flooded with magic. And it’s not all mine and Kallen’s. A quick look up at Kallen confirms he can feel it as well.

  My eyes shift to where the other magic is coming from. The dark haired woman who isn’t much older than me is staring intently at the man. I can feel the magic flow in waves from her. She is causing the windstorm that is keeping the man from harming anyone. Mainly, me.

  Kallen and I drop our magic at once. The sudden depletion of magic in the air turns the woman’s head towards us. She felt it but confusion is clear in her eyes. Distracted, her magic falters slightly and the man is once again able to grab for his gun that he dropped in the sand. Without taking my eyes from hers, I send a blast of magic towards him that sends him flying a good fifty feet away. A few inches more and he would have hit one of the pyramids. I want to disarm him, not kill him.

  Simultaneously, the woman and I let our magic go. Obviously, we’re on the same side. Keeping a wary eye on the stunned gunman, I walk towards her. The man tries to stumble to his feet and a small ring of fire has him crawling backwards. I didn’t put the fire there. She did.

  “What are you?” I ask. I can’t believe those words just fell out of my mouth. I hate it when people ask me that.

  A surprised smile touches her lips. “What are you?” she asks.

  “Yes, what are you, Xandra?” a voice that makes me want to claw my own eardrums out says from behind me. There is no more movement around me, not even a grain of sand.

  I turn around slowly, trying hard not to show my fear. “I should have known this was your work. I thought you weren’t supposed to control people.”

  He laughs and I visibly shudder. I can’t help it. “It is not control when I simply encourage someone to do what they dream about in the dead of night. He is destined to be a killer; I simply suggested he start now.”

  “What do you want?” As if I don’t already know that he wants my head on a platter and my body torn apart limb from limb. I shudder at the image in my mind. It’s a very real possibility. He is an Archangel after all.

  “What do I want? Surely you are not naïve enough to believe I would not seek revenge.”

  “Revenge? You attacked me, remember?” I try to keep the desperation out of my voice but I’m not sure I got all of it.

  “Not true. I believed you to be Raziel at the time. He and I have a long history of disputes. But you and I had none. You threw yourself into our battle without the decency of making yourself known to me. You brought magic to the fight that did not belong there.”

  I try hard not to roll my eyes. I stop them half roll. “Are you talking about black magic? You’re the Angel of black magic and sin. It sounds like you’re just pissed that I used it first.”

  His form rises above me like a black cloud ready to engulf me. “I am an Archangel and you will address me as such.”

  Okay, I’m over being scared. Now I’m annoyed. “Your stupid parlor tricks aren’t going to scare me. If you want me to grovel at your feet because you made your form look bigger than it is, you’ve come to the wrong place. I’ve met Goblins who looked scarier than you do right now.” Why do I antagonize my enemies? Is it some recessive gene that wasn’t weeded out through evolution?

  I suddenly have an Archangel in my face. If he was a millimeter closer, our noses would be touching. “You will learn to fear me little Witch Fairy.” He says that like it’s those words making his breath smell so badly.

  “I think I have a mint in my pocket. Want it?”

  It really hurts when an Archangel pushes you hard enough to go flying. Unlike when I threw the gunman, Belial doesn’t care that I hit the pyramid. In fact, I’m pretty sure he enjoyed it. Jerk.

  Rubbing the back of my head, I stand up. “That hurt,” I say while he laughs at my pain. He stops laughing when I hit his leg with magic before he can shield himself. I think his femur may have broken in two. A loud crack and his fall to the ground lead me to believe that.

  I feel his magic grow until I’m positive that I’m going to be crushed by it. Just as he’s about to release it, a light of pure white surrounds him. He struggles against it but he can’t break free. With a last glare in my direction, he stops struggling and lets the light take him. He disappears and I’m thrust out of Angel time with a serious concussion.

  Chapter 11

  “How the hell did you get over there?” the dark haired guy asks. Both he and the woman are staring at me with their mouths open. That makes sense because to them, I disappeared and reappeared somewhere else instantly. Angel time is funny that way.

  Kallen jogs to my side. “Are you okay?” he asks. There’s no confusion in his mind about what just happened to me. He takes off his t-shirt to press it against the bleeding spot on my head. “It was him?” he asks softly.

  I nod and I feel like I have a sea of sharp nails rolling around in my head. I close my eyes and scrunch my forehead with the pain. I’ll stick to verbal responses for the moment. “Yes.”

  The woman kneels down next to me. “I can heal that,” she says quietly.

  I smile through the pain, open my eyes, and look at her. “I got it, but thanks anyway.” I’m really curious about her now, but I have to focus on healing myself at the moment. I close my eyes again and think about the nice sized gash on my head closing. I can feel the painful pull of the tissue knitting back together, but it’s not nearly as painful as hitting the pyramid was. Not exactly how I imagined my first visit to begin.

  “Eliana, what do you want to do with this guy?” the man with her asks. Eliana turns her head to the almost forgotten shooter who is still being kept at bay with fire.

  There are sirens in the distance and it won’t take long for them to get here. Eliana looks at the fire and it extinguishes. The shooter is busy having a nervous breakdown and I don’t think he even noticed the fire is gone. Just in case he recovers and wants to retrieve his gun, I cocoon him in a wall of magic. That freaks him out even more. He’s pushing against invisible walls like he’s a mime.

  Kallen stands up and offers me his hand. I take it and he helps me to my feet. I feel a little woozy, but it goes away quickly. The t-shirt in his hand is a bloody mess so he lets go of the magic holding it and creates another one. This elicits another gasp from our new friends. New friends. Are they who Raziel was telling me about? I guess I didn’t expect to find them this quickly. Is that why he told me about it, so I didn’t screw this up somehow?

  “I believe introductions are in order, but perhaps we should abstain until we are out of earshot.” Kallen says and then looks at the gunman, “none of us can explain anything without that man overhearing. He has already witnessed too much. I think it best if we leave and allow the authorities to deal with him.”

  The guy with Eliana says, “Even if he tells them everything he’s seen today, they’ll probably just think he’s mentally ill. Maybe we’ll be lucky and no one else in the crowd was paying attention to us. I agree, though. We should get out of here. We can grab a taxi if we hurry.” He may be overly optimistic about no one paying attention to us, but getting out of here is definitely a good idea.

  Chapter 12

  We’re able to slip into the crowd of scared tourists just as the police screech to a halt and exit their cars. Snaking our way through the calmer mass of bodies, we grab the last ta
xi at the taxi stand and all pile in. We’re far too curious about each other to go our separate ways now.

  “Zamalek, please.” the guy says to the driver as the taxi begins to move forward. “We’re not staying far from here. We can go there. I’m Josh, by the way.” He holds his hand out to Kallen who is seated next to him.

  Kallen grasps his hand firmly like guys do. “Kallen, and this is Xandra.” I reach around Kallen and shake his hand.

  “I’m Eliana,” she says with a wave. The way we’re squished in the back seat it would be too awkward to try to shake hands.

  That’s about all we feel comfortable saying at the moment as what just happened settles in our minds. From the curiosity on Kallen’s face, I don’t think he recognizes Eliana’s magic and considering that he’s met an amazing amount of magical creatures, that’s saying a lot. Also, the taxi driver seems to have a very good grasp of the English language as well as speaking fluent Arabic. Which Kallen speaks as well. I forgot that he’s multilingual. But since the driver can understand us, we keep our mouths shut about magic.