Twisted Dreams

by Marissa Farrar

  I moved away from him slightly so I could look into his face. “So don’t. Stay here, with me.”

  He gave a laugh, but it didn’t contain any humor. “What, in your dorm room? That’s hardly going to go down well.”

  “I could hide you under the bed.”

  He quickly kissed me on the lips. “Tempting,” he said with a sad smile.

  I knew I was being ridiculous. He was right. It wasn’t as if I had my own place. He lived in a trailer. He was a dare-devil motorbike rider in a carnival. Who was I to try and tie him to one place, to make him give up his adventurous life and get a regular job down at the local store?

  I was torturing myself being here with him. If he really cared for me, wouldn’t he figure out some way to stay?

  You could always go with him, a little voice suggested in my head.

  No, I couldn’t. My parents would freak if I told them I’d run off with a traveling carnival. And yet that little voice persisted. You expect him to change his life for you, but you’re not willing to do the same.

  “I really care about you, Icy,” he said, brushing my cheek with the back of his thumb.

  “You care about me?” I spat. For some reason the words tasted bitter in my mouth. Care about me? Had I wanted more? Did I feel more for him? Had I hoped for the word ‘love’ to come from his lips?

  “Of course I do.” He seemed surprised, completely unaware of the reason for my anger.

  “Well, that just makes everything okay again, doesn’t it? So good to know that by sleeping with me, it means you care about me. You care so much, you can just take off and leave me here alone.”

  I couldn’t stop the tears now. They spilled from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. My nose grew stuffy. I probably looked like a snotty child throwing a temper tantrum, but I didn’t care. He’d done this. He’d hurt me. I wanted him to experience my pain.

  “Icy, I didn’t plan this! It’s my life!”

  I pushed past him to get out of the trailer. I had to get out of there. “Well, enjoy living it, especially now you won’t have the complication of having me around.”

  Shoving open the door, I burst out into the warm night and stumbled down the steps to get away. I’d never experienced this kind of pain before. I wanted him to chase after me and tell me that he didn’t mean it, that he would stay here for me, but the rational part of my mind knew that wouldn’t happen. I couldn’t ask him, or expect him to give up his whole life because of a girl he’d known for less than a week. Even though I knew that, it didn’t stop the pain. How could I get through each day knowing I wouldn’t feel the touch of his skin on mine, taste his mouth, just be with him?

  I ran away from the carnival, heading across the fields, toward the forest and the darkness of the trees. Tears streamed down my face, I could barely see for crying.

  Suddenly, I realized I’d completely forgotten the reason I’d gone to see Riley in the first place. Here was I worrying about not being with him, when our worlds could be about to alter forever tonight anyway.

  I wasn’t far from the trees now.

  Was that his voice calling to me? I wanted him to come after me more than anything. I turned my head, to see if I could spot him, slowing my run. Riley wasn’t there. His voice had been in my head.

  As I turned back around, I slammed into a massive body. Arms wrapped around me, but they weren’t gentle or affectionate.

  I opened my mouth to scream, but as soon as I did, a strong hand grabbed my face and shoved something into my mouth—earthy and gritty. The effect was immediate. The inside of my mouth began to burn. The fingers tightened on my cheeks, squeezing against my teeth, and forcing my lips to open. Water was poured down my throat, forcing me to either choke or swallow.

  I swallowed.

  The strong arms let me go.

  I screamed and staggered away, falling to the ground. I scrabbled backward, gagging and spitting. My insides felt like they were on fire, as if flames licked and crept up through my stomach, spreading into my heart, for my blood to transfer the fire to my veins. All the strength I had burned away in the flames, leaving me weak and helpless. Through my pain, I got the briefest of moments to take in the people who now stood, towering over me.

  The man was built like a body-builder, with an almost non-existent neck, massive shoulders, and a bald head. He had a pug nose and small eyes from which he stared down at me. I caught a glimpse of tattoos on his knuckles.

  I knew this man. It was Bulldog Mackenzie, the guy I’d only caught a glimpse of from a distance before, the guy people referred to as ‘The Bull.’ I could see why.

  Two other men stood either side of The Bull. I recognized them as Russ and Mitch, the two men who’d been with Jordy the night I’d killed him for almost raping me.

  “See,” said Russ, the smaller of the two. “I knew what she was!”

  “A vampire, huh?” The Bull mused. “A real life vampire.”

  I wanted to correct him, but what the hell was the point?

  “Told you the aconite root would work,” Russ continued, clearly pleased with himself. “I looked it up on the internet.”

  “Yes, very interesting. Who would have thought a simple herb could have such an effect? Now that she’s weak, I suggest we kill her.”

  From his belt, The Bull produced a huge knife, the glint of the blade catching in the moonlight. He bent to me and hauled me up backward, the knife placed against my throat. I wanted to writhe in pain, but I daren’t move because of the proximity of the blade to my jugular.

  “No!”

  The shout came from a distance away, but all three men looked toward it. Through the haze of agony that held me in its grip, I caught sight of Riley running toward us.

  “No! Wait!” he yelled. “You don’t want to kill her.”

  “And why’s that, Riley?” Bull said. “Because you’ve gotten yourself a crush on the little lady?” He snorted. “If you can call her a lady.”

  Riley’s eyes flicked to me. I could see the agony within their deep depths. He was going to save me, surely. I didn’t know how, but I was sure Riley wouldn’t want me dead.

  “If she’s what you say she is—” he started, only to be interrupted by a shout from the other guy, Mitch.

  “She is! She bit out Jordy’s throat. Right in front of us!”

  Riley gave him a cold glare, and continued. “If she’s what you say she is, you should use her tonight. Screw the other girl. This one will give you more.”

  The Bull’s grip relaxed just a fraction of an inch. “I thought the other one was who we needed to sacrifice. You’ve been working all that magic on her. You said we needed her because her parents own the land the pools are on, that it makes her tied to the land, that her death will have special consequences.”

  Riley wouldn’t look at me, but my heart pounded so hard I thought it might explode. Riley had been the one conducting the magic on Brooke? Please don’t let it be true.

  “It’s true,” he said, as if answering my silent plea, and a part of my soul cried out. “Brooke’s death during the Disruptive Convergence will give you great power. But her death will give you more.”

  The Bull’s eyes gleamed with greedy hunger. “More? What could be more?”

  “Because of what she is, if you take her life in the pool during the Convergence, the other side will give you immortality.”

  Chapter

  21

  Amoan of pain escaped my lips—pain from the herbs they’d forced me to swallow, and pain from learning Riley wanted me dead.

  “I’ll take her back to my trailer until tonight,” said Riley. “I can keep an eye on her there.”

  But Bulldog laughed. “I don’t think so.”

  Riley frowned. “After everything I’ve done, don’t you trust me?”

  “Oh sure, I trust you, but I don’t trust that thing in your pants. I know what it’s like to be your age, when everything revolves around whether you’re going to get lucky or not.”

  “I’m
not like that.” Riley scowled.

  He snorted. “’Course you’re not. She’s coming back with me.”

  Bulldog released his hold around my neck, lowering the knife so he held it loosely at my waist. If I was at my normal strength, I could easily have grabbed the wrist holding the knife, and twisted the weapon from his grip, probably snapping a bone or two at the same time. But I wasn’t up to my normal strength. I’d never felt so weak in my life.

  With his free hand, he grabbed both of my slender wrists. His big hand easily circled both wrists, crushing the bones together. Though painful, it was nothing compared to the fire still raging within me. I felt as though every internal organ was burning, and soon smoke would start pouring from every orifice, until I crumbled into a small pile of ash and blew away in the wind.

  Bulldog started to drag me back toward the carnival and the group of trailers gathered at the rear. The deconstruction of the midway was still underway, most of the carnies completely unaware of what was happening in the fields behind them. The sounds of metal clanging, engines thrumming, men shouting instruction to one another filled the night air.

  Riley chased after us. “If you want this to work, I’ll have to conduct some of the same rituals on her instead of Brooke.”

  “I still want the other girl,” Bulldog replied.

  “But you don’t need her. This one will give you so much more.”

  “So you say, but if it doesn’t work, I want backup. Besides, we’ve already done so much work on the blonde, no point in wasting it. I’ve been looking forward to seeing her peachy skin bleed.”

  We stopped outside of a large trailer. This one was brand new and at least four times the size of Riley’s home. Bulldog entered first, dragging me up the steps behind him. My feet caught on the metal slats, my ankles banging painfully against them.

  The interior was gaudily decorated, with the couch in black leather, and a glass and chrome table. A lion-skin rug spread out on the floor, the lion’s mouth open in a permanent growl, its black eyes glassy. I imagined Bulldog’s bedcovers would be something animal print, probably with black sheets below. I shook the thought from my head. I really didn’t want to be thinking anything about The Bull’s bed right now.

  He slung me down to the floor. I landed with my face only inches away from the lion’s. I felt sorry for him. Here we were, both predators, both reduced to lying on some scumbag’s floor.

  But at least I was still alive.

  Bulldog turned to Mitch and Russ. “Go and get the other girl. We won’t have long until the planets are aligned. We need to be ready.”

  Mitch nodded and disappeared out the way we’d come in.

  I groaned and started to push myself to sitting. Riley dropped down at my side, his hand on my arm as though to help me up, but I shook him off. “Don’t touch me!”

  “Icy,” he said, almost begging. His eyes flicked to where Bulldog stared down at us both. He dropped my arm and moved away.

  “Don’t you have preparations to make?” The Bull said, his eyes like stone as he stared in Riley’s direction.

  Riley ducked his head. “Sure, Bulldog. I’m on it.”

  He disappeared into another part of the trailer, only giving me a fleeting glance as he did so.

  The Bull stood over me, a hulking mountain with me in its shadow. For a moment, I thought he was going to kick me. I wished vehemently for my strength to return, but the twigs or roots, or whatever they’d force fed me still burned in my stomach, and I barely thought myself capable of lifting my own head off the floor. As soon as the stuff wore off, I swore Bulldog Mackenzie would meet the same end as Jordy. My anger was like a red cloud, encompassing my entire being, and I gritted my teeth. I would make him pay for this. He would see who he was dealing with, and I’d make him regret it.

  “I can’t believe a tiny little thing like you could take out someone like Jordy.” I could hear laughter in his voice, as if this whole thing was no more than another game, a real life ride in his carnival.

  “Size isn’t everything,” I managed to spit.

  “Clearly Jordy didn’t know that, huh?” The look he gave me made me think he even had a tiny bit of appreciation for the murder I’d committed. Not that he’d appreciated one of his own being killed, more that he admired anyone capable of taking a life.

  I coughed, the herbs in my gut burning up my throat like acid. “Jordy was asking for it.”

  My attention was drawn beyond Bulldog as Riley came back into the main part of the trailer. He held a number of items in his hands, but I struggled to make out what they were from the floor—a bowl, and a number of candles, along with a few other items.

  My traitorous heart still swelled at the sight of him.

  I didn’t want to hate him; I cared about him too much to bring myself to hate him. But right now, I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him so hard his brain rattled in his head, and yell in his face to ask him what the hell he was doing.

  He set his items down on a table, and positioned himself with his back to me, blocking my view. Damn him if he couldn’t even look at me!

  A knock came at the door.

  The Bull turned at the sound. “What?” he barked.

  The door cracked open and a tall, skinny woman, a slash of red lipstick across her mouth, most of which had bled into the lines around her lips, stepped into the space. “Hey, Bull. Hunter needs you over at his commission.”

  Bulldog’s eyes narrowed. “Can’t he deal with it? I’m kinda busy here.”

  “No, sorry, he can’t. It’s an emergency.” The woman’s eyes flicked to me, and I wondered if she knew exactly why I was there. “We don’t want another accident happening.”

  Bulldog sighed. “Fine. Russ, you’re in charge here. No one leaves my trailer, and no one except Mitch and the other girl gets in. Got it?”

  He nodded. “Got it, Bull.”

  Bulldog pointed at Riley. “And you behave yourself. I’ve got eyes on you.”

  “Jesus, Bull. What have I ever done against you?”

  The Bull’s eyes flicked briefly to me. Riley might have betrayed me, but The Bull was sharp enough to have picked up on the fact there was something between me and Riley. Or at least there had been.

  “You’ve got preparations to get on with, haven’t you?” he said to Riley.

  Riley pressed his lips together and nodded, still not looking at me.

  “Don’t worry, Boss,” said Russ. “I’ve got backup.” He tapped his hip, just below his jacket. I noticed Riley tense. Was the other guy implying he was armed? It wouldn’t surprise me if he was.

  Bulldog threw me a frown, clearly not wanting to leave me alone, and then slammed from the trailer. The atmosphere changed as soon as he was gone, and not in a good way. The guard on me had effectively fallen to one person, and I could tell he took his role seriously. I didn’t want to contemplate the idea that he had an itchy trigger finger.

  Russ took up position on the couch, his arms resting on his knees. He leaned forward, brows drawn together as he stared at me. I scowled back.

  I wanted to get a glimpse at what Riley was doing. I needed to shift my position slightly, so I was side on to Riley, instead of lying with him with his back to me.

  Wanting an excuse to move, I started to fake a coughing fit, which quickly turned into a real one due to the acid burning up my throat and being breathed back in again, hitting my lungs. Though weak, I rolled across the lion skin rug, to come to rest with my back against an arm chair which matched the huge, black leather couch.

  Russ reached out and nudged me with his foot, hard enough to hurt. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I couldn’t answer, just continued to cough, my lungs burning, tears streaming from my eyes, clear snot from my nose.

  “Jesus, Russ,” Riley exclaimed, glancing over to me, his eyes wide with concern. “Leave her alone.”

  “You never saw what the little bitch did to Jordy,” Russ snapped. “She needs to pay.” His hand mo
ved to his hip, and Riley froze, one hand out held.

  I managed to get a hold on my cough and propped my back against the chair, trying to shrink myself into the leather and vanish.

  “Hey, it’s all right, Russ,” Riley said in a calm tone. “She’s going to get what’s coming, don’t you worry. But you know The Bull’s got plans for her. You wouldn’t want to go messing those up now, would you?”

  At the mention of Bulldog, Russ’s hand dropped from his hip. “Fine,” he spat. “Though Bull would have killed her out on the field if you hadn’t interfered.”

  “Yeah, well I’m just trying to do what’s best for all of us.” His gaze flicked over to me, and I tried to read what was in its blue depth. “Anyway,” he continued. “I’ve got work to do now, so I need some quiet to concentrate. Got it?”

  Russ gave a sniff of disdain. “Fine. I’ve gotta take a piss anyway.”

  He turned his back and headed deeper into the trailer, to find, I assumed, the bathroom.

  Riley turned back to the table and collected his things together, and then approached me. I watched him with wariness, unsure of what was going to happen next. He held five small pillar candles, which he placed around me, not seeming to care that the chair I leaned against was also surrounded.

  “They’re for the points of the elements,” he told me, as he got to work lighting them with a lighter he removed from his pocket. As he set fire to each wick, he spoke their name. “Earth, Fire, Water, Spirit, and finally, my element, Air.” As he lit the fifth candle, the wick burst into flame higher than any of the others, scorching into the air.

  “What the hell are you?” I said. “Some kind of witch?” I sought my mind for the male equivalent. “Or a warlock?”

  He shook his head. “I’m an Elemental. I have powers, but my main power is that I can control the air.”

  I opened my mouth to say, ‘Like Flynn,’ but promptly shut it again. There was a chance Riley didn’t know about Flynn, and that could be used to my advantage.