Darlings of Paranormal Romance (Anthology)

by Chrissy Peebles

  “Ain’t that the truth?” Sarah said as Victor’s face flashed across her mind. “Actually, it was Frank’s brilliant idea for me to marry the king, when he came to rescue me like a knight in shining armor.”

  Steven cocked an eyebrow. “Say what?”

  “Long story,” Frank said.

  Adam ran his hand across Sarah’s forehead. “How hard did you hit your head, boss?”

  “You better get your employee on a short leash, Sarah, or I’m going to slug him into next week,” said Frank, “or maybe last week. God knows around here.”

  Beth cleared her throat. When everyone fell silent and she had their attention, she said, “While our little Sarah here was busy joining the royal family and impersonating a monk, we’ve discovered a few things. The cave’s still here, but there’s no portal back home. We tried to snoop around for a bit longer, but a ton of Bigfoots—or is it Bigfeet?—chased us out of the forest.”

  “And I got it all on tape.” Steven’s voice went up an octave. “Six o’clock news, here we come! No—better yet—Discovery Channel!”

  “There’s a way back,” Frank said. “You just need a key. Bet you didn’t know that part.”

  “Frank!” Sarah elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t be rude. Just because you stumbled across that little tidbit of information doesn’t mean you knew it all along. You got lucky.”

  “Hmm. I don’t recall getting lucky…yet.”

  “Shut up. I meant you got lucky with Jules…er, uh…” Sarah smacked her forehead and scowled at him. “You know what I mean.”

  “A key?” Steven asked, interrupting their chiding. “How exactly do we get one of those? I haven’t seen a Ye Olde Portal Locksmith shop around here yet,” Steven asked.

  “I’m wearing it.” Sarah held up her hand.

  Steven pointed the camera down at her ring. “Awesome. Then what are we waiting for?”

  Sarah rolled her eyes. “I told you I have to find my sister first. She’s here. She’s been here all along.”

  “I thought you were delusional,” Adam said. “You’re for real?” When she nodded he continued, “Let’s hurry up then. This is a dangerous place. We can’t stay here one minute longer than we have to.”

  “I’m carrying the key, so you know what that means, right?”

  A couple of them nodded, but Adam just shook his head. “No. What?”

  “It means everyone plays by my rules,” Sarah said. “Got it? I’m the one who married a complete stranger so we could all go home.”

  Steven nodded. In the darkness, his pale skin and huge blue eyes gave him the appearance of a teenager. No one would’ve guessed he was at least her age. “Got it, boss. You went through some tough times, just like we all did.”

  “Yeah. We were chased by a dragon south of here,” Beth said. “Can you believe that? A real-live dragon! Of course I guess it could have also been a dinosaur that hasn’t gone extinct yet.”

  Steven smiled. “Yeah…and I got it all on tape!” He put his camera away in a giant bag and swung it over his shoulder.

  “I wonder if that tops the shape-shifters that turned from wolves into people,” Sarah said.

  “Whoa!” Steven’s voice raised another octave. “We need an entire expedition with at least fifty researchers.”

  “We better go. I’ve already made enough enemies in this place,” said Sarah as she scanned her surroundings.

  “Tell me more about the men trying to kill you,” Beth requested.

  “Define kill. If you mean kill immediately, on sight, that would be King William’s men. If you’re talking kill after a speedy and slanted trial, that’d be the Immortals, some group called the Cardashian Court. If you’re talking about execution for being a runaway bride, that would be King Victor.”

  “Wow. Throw in the mafia, a couple of Terminators, and a motorcycle gang, and you’ve got the makings of a real epic film here. You think you have enough killing machines after you?” Steven asked.

  “Let’s just hope the shape-shifters don’t get mad. We lied to them too,” Frank said. “The last thing we need are a bunch of pissed-off werewolves after us. I guess you might say pissing people off is our specialty.”

  “Well, that’s no news to me when it comes to you,” Adam said, “but it’s not Sarah’s normal M.O.”

  Frank sighed. “Humph. In any case, there are several angry mobs hot on our trail. You might think twice before traveling with us.”

  “But you have the key,” Adam said.

  “I guess you’re stuck with us then,” said Frank. “I hate to interrupt this meaningful, pleasant conversation,” he continued, taking a deep breath and pointing behind him “but people with torches and pitchforks are never a good sign, right?”

  Sarah followed his line of vision to the crowd gathering in the distance. Village people—and not the kind who liked to sing about the YMCA—were closing in from all sides, marching closer. Her gaze fell on the two men riding on white horses, leading the congregation. The ruby ring on the finger of one of them shimmered in the light as he lifted his arm to signal. “And neither are Immortals,” she muttered. “I can see their rings.”

  Beth squinted. “How can you possibly see that far?”

  Sarah shrugged. “I guess being Immortal comes with a good vision plan. How are you guys at fencing?”

  “I’m no ninja,” Adam retorted.

  Sarah backed up a few steps and glanced over her shoulder; they were at the edge of a steep cliff with a roaring river below. “From the looks of it, maybe we should be more worried about our diving skills. Everyone can swim, right?”

  People hurried in their direction, the torches in their hands flickering in the breeze.

  What the heck? Why the sudden 360? Listening closer, she could make out some of the shouts.

  “Kill the witch!”

  “Evil be damned!”

  “Death to the intruders!”

  “Save our world!”

  “Make them beg! Make them bleed! Kill them for their evil deeds!” shouted one particularly creative mercenary who should have been equipped with a set of pompoms.

  She groaned, irritated. What makes them think we’re witches? Did the Immortals tell them that? She took a glance over the cliff and shuddered. “Ready to do some nighttime cliff-diving, team? I know I’m not, but it might be our only chance.”

  “Well,” Frank said, “we’d better get to it while the adrenaline’s pumping. Let’s do this.”

  She looked at the others. “You guys up for it?”

  Shaking her head, Beth grabbed Sarah’s arm, her eyes filled with unspoken terror. “Sarah, I…I can’t! I can’t do it.”

  “Now’s not the time to wuss out on me, Beth.” Sarah gave her a shove forward. “This is your life we’re talking about.”

  “They’re getting closer!” Adam said.

  “JUMP!” Sarah yelled.

  “I can’t!” Beth screamed.

  “Beth, you have to!”

  “No, I mean I really…I can’t because…because—”

  “Why not? C’mon! You can do it!”

  “I can’t because I’m pregnant!” she said, shaking her head. It wasn’t exactly how she wanted to break the news to everybody.

  “Oh my gosh! Jump then, for the sake of your child. If you don’t, they will kill you. They’ll kill all of us, because we’re not leaving you behind.”

  Beth’s eyes wavered as she glanced over her shoulder. “Looks like I don’t have a choice.” Taking a last breath and wiping the tears from her eyes, she leapt.

  “GERONIMO!” Steven yelled as he jumped into the air, realizing the mob would have no idea who he was paying homage to with his yell.

  Sarah shot a glance over her shoulder at her Immortal pursuers. If she wanted to survive in that mad world, she had to know what to look out for in the future. They weren’t wearing the colors or bearing the crests of King William or King Victor. Their pale skin shimmered in the bright light of the moon. She could discern
their eye color, hazel and green, even from such a distance, as well as the ruby-red glint of their Immortal jewelry.

  “You’re going to the Cardashian Court!” the blond one yelled.

  “Like hell I am,” Sarah mumbled. Daggers flew inches from her face. Before she could move aside, one pierced her right shoulder blade. Another one flew into her chest, inches from where the arrow had pierced her flesh before. She spun around and jumped just as another one plunged deep into her back.

  Chapter 14

  Jumping off a sixty-foot cliff did seem ridiculous, but Sarah knew they had no other choice. Tumbling, cold water gushed into her mouth and soaked her clothes, pulling her under the surface. She pinched her nose, fighting the sensation to draw in her breath, her lungs on fire. With deliberate, long pushes of her legs and arms, she broke the surface and spewed out water, her whole body screaming for oxygen. She took giant gulps of air as she gazed up. In the distance, the dark shapes of the Immortals rose against the almost black sky; they were still mounted on their fancy white horses, looking down on her from their place atop the high cliffs.

  She smiled and waved her hand. “So long, suckers!” Sarah’s vision sharpened quickly. From this distance, she thought she could even see deep lines forming around the blond guy’s mouth, his eyes two glimmering flames of anger.

  Suddenly, his voice rolled across her mind. “My name is Ethano. You’ve been summoned by the Cardashian Court to be tried for the crime of claiming Immortal status without permission. This is forbidden by King Taggert, and now you must be judged. Know that I too, can easily jump over this cliff. I recommend that you stop fleeing, because you will be caught and tried eventually, one way or another.”

  “I’m sorry I broke your laws!” shouted Sarah. “Truly, it was an accident. I didn’t know anything about the Immortals or this world of yours!” Gasping for breath, she swam toward shore until her feet touched the ground beneath her. Sarah waded through the waist-high current that pulled at her hips and legs with a violent undertow. Pebbles and sand shifted under her feet. She climbed out, shivering as a cold breeze ran over her body. Piercing pain radiated across her chest and back. She bit her lip and held back a moan. Finding her friends was more important than focusing on a little discomfort—or a lot of pain. She took another deep breath and forged ahead. “Frank!” she called through the moonlight, stopping midstride to scan the area. Shadows stretched and shifted in the trees. Squinting, she peered closer until she could make out figures in the distance, hopefully her friends, leaning against black boulders, catching their breath. She raced over, calling out their names.

  Frank grabbed her arms. “Are you okay, babe?”

  “We have to…to keep going,” Sarah said, breathing heavily. “They’re…they’re coming over the cliff. They’re…right behind us!”

  “Sit down for a minute, Sarah,” Beth ordered. “You’re hurt, and you need to catch your breath.”

  “No. There’s no time.”

  “But I don’t see anybody,” Beth said, looking back.

  Sarah glanced up. The two Immortals had disappeared into the darkness. Maybe Ethano didn’t want to get wet after all, but she was sure he’d come a different way.

  “Sit down! You’re drenched and shaking,” Beth ordered, guiding her to a nearby tree.

  Sarah shook her head. “No! We don’t have time for this nonsense. They could reach us any minute.”

  “Oh my Gosh! Are you…bleeding?” Beth held her hands up to her face, smelling the dark stains covering her pale skin. Her blue eyes shone big and bright in the dim moonlight. “Sarah, you could be hurt bad. It’s too dark to tell for sure, but you’re in no condition to go anywhere.”

  “I’m sure your condition is more delicate than mine,” Sarah whispered in her ear.

  “I’m fine. Now drop it,” Beth hissed. “I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

  Sarah regarded her intently. She was sure Beth was hiding something, because most pregnant women she knew were happy to tell the world about it.

  “Dude, is that blood?” Steven said, inching closer.

  Sarah looked down and noticed she’d been hit three times.

  Adam shook his head. “We’ve got to find a doctor. You’re bleeding like a stuck pig.”

  “A pig, huh?”

  “Sorry.”

  “It’s just a scratch anyway. Don’t worry.” Sarah gripped the dagger tightly and moaned as she pulled it out.

  “Stop that!” Beth grabbed her hand and pulled Sarah to the ground, elevating her feet with a rock. “If you elevate your legs above your chest, it will slow your blood loss.”

  “We don’t have time for you to play nurse,” Sarah said.

  “Well, I’m all up for playing doctor if you want,” Frank joked.

  Sarah rolled her eyes at him and offered Beth a grateful look. In spite of the seriousness of the situation, she decided to let Beth have her way. Helping everyone else was what her friend did. She just couldn’t help herself.

  Beth rolled her eyes. “I know you’re not used to taking orders, especially now that you’re a queen and all.” She smiled. “But this time, Your Highness, you need to listen to one of your humble servants who knows a thing or two more than you do about anatomy.”

  “She’s right,” Adam said. “And quit trying to pull out those daggers. We don’t even have a medic here.”

  “No use to call 911. Sarah will be over it before they get here,” Frank said, placing his hands over Sarah’s wound to apply pressure.

  She glared up at Frank. “I’d really like to know why I’m the one getting shot at with arrows and having daggers thrown at me. Last time I checked, putting this stupid ring on and marrying that king was your dumb idea. What did Jules call it? A fool’s plan?”

  He lifted his hands and peeked at the wound. “I’m sorry, Sarah. Really, I had no idea we’d get in so deep.”

  “That’s the problem,” Beth hissed, pushing his hands away. “The Frank I know never thinks, just acts on his impulses. Maybe he’ll learn one day that consequences are part of life.”

  “Look, can we just stop all this bickering and chitchat and do something?” Adam said in a frustrated tone. “Beth, Sarah’s gonna bleed out or get an infection if we don’t figure something out, and I’m pretty sure there’s not a Walgreen’s around here for bandages and peroxide.”

  Beth touched her forehead, then took her pulse. “It’s rapid. Her skin’s cold, pale, and clammy. She’s going into shock! We have to control the bleeding and keep her warm. Better yet, we need to get her through the portal and to the closest ER!”

  “She’ll never live that long!” Adam pushed Frank out of the way and frantically applied more pressure, making Sarah cringe in pain. “Look out, Frank. Let me take over here. Maybe I can do something other than make jokes and wait for some magic cure.”

  Sarah shook her head. “No, listen, Frank’s right. I—”

  Steven cut her off. “Look, no one’s gonna die. I’ll run to the next village, and I won’t come back without a doc.”

  Sarah knew if she didn’t do something to stop all the debating, they’d still be sitting there in a week, if the Immortals didn’t show up and get rid of them first. As much as she valued their concern, she was still the team leader, and she had to get a grip on the situation because being stuck there any longer than necessary wasn’t an option. Rolling her eyes, Sarah held up a hand. “No, Steven, you’re not going off by yourself. I’m fine. Look.” She wrapped her hands around the second dagger and pulled once again, groaning. The blade moved out inch by inch, leaving a hollow emptiness behind. She held it up with a triumphant smile, even though the others could probably not see her in the darkness. “Now we’ve got two weapons.”

  “See? She’s delirious already. She’s not going to make it if we don’t do something drastic,” Adam said. “Steven, c’mon. I’ll go with you, and we’ll drag the local witch doctor back here.”

  Frank smiled. “You guys got a death-wish or s
omething? She’s fine. This is nothing.”

  “What does Sarah see in you?” Adam rolled his eyes. “Her life’s hanging in the balance, and you couldn’t care less.”

  “No…you don’t understand,” whispered Sarah, trying to breathe through the pain.

  Frank let up on the pressure. “What happened here is nothing compared to what she took earlier. Like I told you, she was shot in the heart before, and she lived.”

  “So she was just lucky,” Adam said. “Karma probably owed her that after having to put up with you!”

  “No. She’s Immortal, you idiot.” Frank shook his head, as if he could barely believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “Haven’t you been listening to anything we’ve been saying?”

  Adam stood and shook out his wet fedora. “I don’t make it a habit to listen to your nonsense.”

  Frank threw his arms up. “Whoa! Now who’s the skeptic?” He nudged Steven. “Did you get that on camera?”

  “Think I will.” Steven unzipped his bag and started to film. “Dude, thank goodness my camera bag’s waterproof.”

  With the knives out, her skin started to burn, and the healing process began. She gnashed her teeth against the first pang of pain hitting her somewhere in the chest. Adam held her hand as more pain radiated through her body. She peeked up, forcing her mouth into a weak smile so she wouldn’t scream. “What Frank…what he says…it’s true.”

  “Hold steady,” Frank whispered.

  She nodded as she felt his hand tighten around the third dagger in her back.

  He pulled, and a moment later, he held the dagger out to her. “Here’s number three.”

  Sarah pulled down her robe, exposing her bare shoulder. Cringing, she looked away; the bright red tissue, blood, and tendon made her nauseous. “Now watch.”

  Adam cringed. “No way! I’m not looking at that.”

  “You need to,” Sarah said. “All of you need to see it with your own eyes. Otherwise, you won’t believe it.”

  In the bright moonlight, the wound began to shrink. Sarah bit her lip against the piercing pain that made her body tremble. With every inch that closed, a strong tremor ran up and down her spine, and the pain grew in intensity. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the pain any longer, the gash finally disappeared before their eyes.