The Nightwalkers Saga: Books 1 - 7

by Candace Wondrak

  “You tired?” he asked jokingly, to which I responded by moving away from him.

  “No, but I am hungry.”

  Koath nodded in agreement. “I think I’ve seen enough. Let’s head back to the house. Once we get there, you can finish your dinner.”

  Gabriel walked beside me, quietly studying the staff half in his hands, shooting me a questioning glance. But I ignored him, muttering, “I’ll take anything besides deer.”

  At that, Koath laughed. “When have you ever eaten deer?”

  I looked at Koath, took in everything about him. How he walked, the way he talked more with the left side of his mouth than the right, the greying in his goatee. I missed him so much over the past few years, and the last week or so only made me realize how I loved having him back in my life.

  When I did nothing but laugh, Gabriel nudged me, holding the crystal end of the staff. “Where did you get this? I don’t think things like this are just lying in the forest.”

  Koath took the half from Gabriel, and Max offered him his half without argument. We walked home in relative silence, save for the strange looks from Gabriel and Koath’s questions. I did my best to answer them, minus the whole other world part, and I also focused on how good it was to be back, to have Gabriel and Max and Koath.

  I wasn’t ready to talk about it.

  We soon reached the house, and Koath and Max walked in, but I pulled Gabriel back, to which the blonde boy asked, “Have something on your mind?”

  Sighing, I pleaded with him, “Please, Gabriel, I need you to promise me something. Stop reading my mind. Let my thoughts be the one private thing between us.” My hand was in his, squeezing it as I spoke. Funny; I didn’t remember reaching for him. Not like that. I took my hand back as nonchalantly as I could.

  A single eyebrow of his rose, and he was slow to say, “Fine. But we should have a code word for situations when I’m allowed, or when you’re in danger but can’t say so.”

  “I bet you already have a word in mind.”

  “I do,” he agreed. “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

  I rolled my eyes, stepping into the house to find that Koath had given Raphael the two staff halves. Raphael examined them alone in the kitchen as Max got some pizza slices around him. Koath and Michael were busy chatting about how we worked as a team. We did well, apparently, but not as well as we could’ve. I was not as fast as I could’ve been with getting weapons from the forest.

  Everything was my fault, apparently, but I didn’t let it dwell on me. I got my pizza and collapsed on the sofa in the living room, humming as I devoured the room-temperature, cheesy goodness. It felt like forever since I ate anything this good.

  The five of us sat in the living room, the TV’s volume turned down low for background noise. We ate ourselves full, talking and laughing. Gabriel told an exaggerating tale of how Max took on the entire group of Nightwalkers alone. It involved a lot of pow-pows, spinning kicks and comically-placed gravestones. His tale even got Raphael to smirk, once he entered the room.

  I never realized how good I had it. I never knew how at home I felt with these people, even Max. He was part of our makeshift family now. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Gabriel’s inappropriate remarks, Raphael’s guise of eternal disappointment, Max’s strange way of trying to be cool. Even Michael’s tea-addiction. Sure, sometimes they got on my nerves, but that was family.

  I loved everything about these people. Without them, I’d be nothing.

  After a while, when everyone was done eating, when the jokes were spent and the clock drew close to twelve, Raphael motioned for me to join him in the kitchen. Already knowing what it was about, I measuredly got up and avoided Gabriel’s suspicious look.

  Raphael stood near the kitchen table, where the staff lay, its two halves mere inches apart. His arms were crossed, the collar on his priest’s uniform tight on his neck. His hair was short, his face free of stubble. Handsome in a modern, clean-cut way. It would take me a while to get used to this appearance again.

  “Where did you find this staff?” he asked, gaze heavy on me.

  “I just found it,” I spoke quickly, the telltale sign that I hid something. A lot of somethings, actually, or depending on how you looked at it, one really big something.

  “Did you?” Raphael’s tone was skeptical, knowing. “You want me to believe that you simply happened to stumble across this? That this staff was not being held by some sort of Demon, namely a Sorcerer?”

  “I don’t know,” I acted clueless, shrugging. “What’s a Sorcerer look like?”

  Raphael smiled somewhat, shaking his head. “Kassandra, you are aware that lying is something Purifiers should not do.”

  “I’m not lying.”

  “I am not as gullible as you may think,” he told me, sighing softly as he added, “what am I going to do with you?”

  “Nothing,” I offered. “Absolutely nothing.” And it was true. I didn’t want him to do anything with me.

  “I will give you one more chance to come clean. Where did you find the staff?”

  I knew if I told him where I found it, how I found it, how I knew to take it from the Sorcerer before it could use yet another spell on me, I’d also have to explain my sojourn to another world. A world where I died and he hadn’t aged a day in twenty years, where he could cut through space in a blue rift.

  I wasn’t ready for that admission. Not yet. I needed time.

  So I said a lie that wasn’t believable in the slightest: “I found it in the woods, on the ground.”

  “Is that your final answer?” Raphael asked, not bothering to wait for my reply. “If that is the case, you are going to have no free time in the foreseeable future. Do you know why that is?” He cocked his head, gaining the slightest bit of superiority, the reason I often went head-to-head with him.

  It was odd. The Raphael in the other world was so different. I liked him. He didn’t get on my nerves one little bit. Unlike this one.

  “No,” I answered, “but I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

  “After our usual training sessions, Gabriel will get to go home, but you will stay with me. Whether it be training more or having you scrub the floors of my church with a toothbrush, I will get the truth out of you. Until then, we will see a lot more of each other.”

  I grunted, frowning. The last thing I wanted to do was spend more time with Raphael. My mind flashed back to what happened upstairs. Things got heated, but they never should’ve gone that far. Maybe I should’ve told Gabriel and Michael about it, but I wasn’t a wimp. I could handle myself.

  It must’ve been evident that the last thing I wanted to spend time with was spend more time with Raphael, for he said, “I know you probably hate me, as do most other children when they are being disciplined. It is a good thing I am used to the feeling by now.”

  He knew exactly what to say to grind my gears. “I am not a child,” I spoke through clenched teeth, wanting to punch him in his haughty face.

  Chuckling to himself, Raphael murmured, “You are. With all the fighting you have done, with everything you have seen, you still know nothing of the world.” He turned and headed to the front door after picking up the two halves, throwing me a smirk as he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Grinding my teeth, I couldn’t believe I was being disciplined by Raphael. How stupid. Yes, I lied, but I had a feeling that once I came clean, Raphael would wish I hadn’t. Call me psychic.

  Gabriel met me in the front vestibule, noting how upset I was. “What did he want?”

  I found myself laughing it off, saying, “Nothing important.”

  He didn’t believe me, but he also didn’t read my mind to find out the truth. At least he was good for his word. Within moments, I told everyone goodnight and made my way upstairs, showering quickly before hopping into bed. I put the winged necklace beside the diamond-studded heart one. I didn’t own much jewelry, so I didn’t have a jewelry box or anything. They sat bare on my dresser, where
I’d see them daily.

  Never did sheets feel so welcoming, nor did my pillow ever feel softer.

  I couldn’t have asked for more.

  The next time I opened my eyes, I was on the floor of a large, circular room. The tile beneath my cheek was cold, making me jolt. I got to my feet, eyes traveling up a nearby marble column. A stone gargoyle sat on top, caught in a perpetual growl.

  Spinning, I walked a bit, taking in the giant, painted-glass windowpanes. Side by side, they told a story, a long, intricate mural of a very famous man’s life. His life began as he was born from a virgin. All the miracles he performed, everything that led to the last stage of his life in the final window, where he hung on a cross.

  On the ceiling was a painted scene, full of winged beings in battle armor. Archangels.

  I heard a cough behind me, and I spun to view a high platform situated upon a marble slab. Three men sat at the platform, their appearances telling me that I was not in today’s world. This particular vision was of the past, but just how far in the past, I hadn’t an idea.

  The left man had a long, gnarly beard that reached his chest. He was older, probably around sixty. His face was bold and strong, and yet it was filled with many wrinkles. The middle man was slightly younger, maybe near fifty. His beard was of a similar length but braided. His graying hair was pulled back into loose ponytail. The third man, the one farthest to the right, was the youngest. He seemed to be forty-ish and had no facial hair besides mutton chops. A pair of small-rimmed glasses sat atop his large nose.

  They were all different, in their own way, and they each commanded a certain amount of respect. Each was fitted in a black robe and had a golden talisman hanging from their neck. From what I could see, the design was an intricate mixture of Celtic symbols and crosses.

  Who were these men?

  Something black below my feet caught my eye, and a short breath escaped me when I saw that I stood upon a huge, black design in the tile. The design was the same as the symbol on their amulets. It looked like an ancient design, something a tough guy would want as a tattoo just because it looked cool. Outdated symbols weren’t really my thing, so I had no idea what it meant.

  “We’ve wasted too many men, too many good men,” the man in the center said. “When will it finally be ready?”

  The eldest man stroked his beard, pensive. His old eyes seemed to stare right through me as he responded, “In due time. And he, Gregor. It is a he.”

  The man on the right laughed, saying, “If it is a he, as you say, then how will it hold up against the Vampires? Our men were failing terribly, that is why we decided to venture into this direction, no?”

  The oldest man shook his head in response.

  The youngest continued, “It is not a he. It is an it. It doesn’t sleep. It doesn’t eat. It doesn’t feel. It only does what we tell it to. It doesn’t have a mind of its own. It’s simply our instrument, nothing more. And if it were anything less, then it would be unable to complete the tasks which we will set before it.”

  “Peter,” the old man turned to face the youngest, ready to scold.

  “Joseph,” the youngest pointed at him. “Do not lecture me. I know very well that it is of a different caliber than its prey. That is why we had Helio, and not any other Witch, create it.”

  “Then you are aware that this being is his final creation.” Joseph kept shaking his head. “Helio put all his power into making him. We lost the most powerful Witch.”

  The middle man, Gregor, cut in, “But when he died, his magic was sent to his children. We did lose him, however we gained three more like him.”

  “Such as it is,” Joseph wiped the sweat off his forehead, “we must respect him. We must not treat him like he is a Demon, because he is not. He is our beginning. He is the reason we will take back our home, our Earth, from Demons such as the Vampire.”

  “This…being doesn’t even age, and yet you want us to treat it as if it were Human?” Peter looked and sounded completely incredulous.

  “That is exactly what I want you both to do.” Joseph leaned back and closed his eyes.

  “Well, since you won’t allow us to call it what it is, what shall we name it?” Peter and Gregor met eyes and chuckled.

  “The man has already been marked, and he has chosen his own name.” Joseph opened his tired eyes and gazed at the ceiling. At the mural of angels. There was one that stood out: the one that was bent down and healing a common human. “God heals” was his only explanation.

  “What? We will not indulge this…man,” Peter argued. “He cannot be named after an Archangel, taking into account—”

  “Peter,” Joseph broke eye contact with the grand mural and glared at him, “it is the name he has chosen. He will be called so.”

  As the men’s voices fell, I thought back to all my lessons with Koath. Joseph, Gregor, and Peter. Those three names were familiar. So familiar that I should know who they were instantly.

  Suddenly it hit me. Joseph. Gregor. Peter. The black robes. The golden amulets. The black symbol beneath my feet. These three men were the original Council Members. This was one of the first Council meetings, but what they talked about was beyond me. A man created from magic? How was such a thing possible?

  The ground began to shift below my feet and I felt myself wake in my bed, questions ringing through my head.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven – Gabriel

  Koath and Max were still downstairs. The nerd was half asleep on the couch while Koath and Michael talked about different flavors of tea. It was such a boring topic that I had to follow Kass’s lead and try to go to sleep.

  As I took two steps at a time and headed for my bedroom, I wondered why Kass suddenly made me promise not to read her mind. There was something she didn’t want me to know, and considering everything we’d been through together, that meant it had to be pretty bad. Ah, well. I knew she’d come to me eventually and want to tell me everything.

  Kass was different than a lot of girls, but one thing that wasn’t so different? She liked to talk. A lot. And I, unlike a lot of guys my age, liked to listen, especially to her.

  As I passed Kass’s room, I paused, debating on whether or not I should go in and bug the information out of her. I decided against it, sighing to myself as I slipped out of my shirt and headed into my room, dropping the shirt on the floor. It was dark, but not dark enough that I didn’t see the person laying in my bed.

  Sitting on the empty side, I teased, “Am I dreaming? Please tell me you’re naked under there.”

  Kass rolled over to look at me, despite herself, grinning at me. “Sorry to disappoint.”

  I got beneath the covers, speaking honestly, “You could never disappoint me.”

  She lightly hit my chest. “Stop being so serious.” There was added weight behind what she said, and I wasn’t sure why. Usually my jokes, while they sometimes made her laugh, bugged her. “Tell me a joke.”

  I thought, moving my hands behind my head, crossing my ankles beneath the sheets. “Let’s see…how many Purifiers does it take to change a lightbulb?”

  Beside me, Kass said, “I don’t know. How many?”

  “Two. One to change the lightbulb, and the other to stand around and look pretty. And I’ll give you one guess as to which one of us would stand around and look pretty, and it isn’t you.”

  She giggled, moving closer to me, resting her head on my bare chest. “I missed you.”

  “Is this about what I said at the cemetery? Because you know I was kidding. You weren’t gone that long.”

  Kass stopped me by propping herself up to gaze into my eyes, her face serious. “I was.” There was a long pause before she added, “Do it. Read my mind, just this once. It’ll be faster that way.”

  And I did, despite her earlier protest against it. It was…a lot more than I thought it would be. Days’ worth of memories, jam-packed into a few seconds of thought. Whole conversations, perfect descriptive detail. Raphael, John, Alyssa, Crixis, her…and me. If that wor
ld was anything like this one…wow.

  If I lost her, I’d definitely want to get revenge, but I didn’t think that I’d become the Devil. That seemed a little far-fetched to me, although if our lives meant anything, it was that far-fetched did not mean impossible.

  When she was done, I managed to say, “Wow. That was…not at all what I was expecting.”

  She chuckled, saying, “I know. It was a crazy ride.”

  “Evil you was kind of sexy,” I whispered, smiling because I knew how she would respond.

  Kass slapped me. “You better be kidding, Gabriel.”

  “I am,” I agreed, not bothering to bring up that I knew her mind skipped over a night on purpose. The night right before she got the staff. She also neglected to remember the final few seconds after I found the staff, before she was transported back here.

  There were only two reasons she’d purposefully keep them from me. Either it involved something personal with John…or something personal with the other me. And from the way John acted, I had a feeling it was with me.

  Huh.

  Interesting.

  Very interesting. So interesting that it took me another whole hour to fall asleep, even with Kass snoring lightly in my arms. I turned to my side, becoming the big spoon to her little spoon. I was the lock and she was my key.

  Who was I to say? If I lost her, I’d lose the only thing I’d ever known, the only person in the entire world I’d ever loved. Suddenly becoming the Devil didn’t seem too far off, but I pushed it out of my mind as I buried my nose in her hair.

  It was a good thing it was Kass who was taken to another world and not me. I didn’t think I was strong enough to handle it. Out of the two of us, Kass was stronger. She always was. Maybe that was why I strived to be better, for her, although I wasn’t always too good at it.

  No, but I tried my hardest, and I always would. Kass was the only person in the world I would never give up on. She was everything to me.