Nevermore, The Complete Series (Boxed Set) (Twin Souls, Hybrid, Sacrifice, and Destiny)

by K. A. Poe

  I only wished that it was safe enough for Jason and Mitchell to come here, too. That was the one big thing—aside from my house—that I missed about Willowshire. They were the only friends I had left outside of Salem, Hannah and Ezra—if I could even consider the other two as friends. Ezra had the potential to be a friend, if ever I became close enough to him.

  I punched in another message into my text message thread to Hannah asking if she received my text. To my surprise, I got a response almost instantly: ‘I was already planning on it, stop begging.’

  I ignored her sarcasm and sent her another text requesting that she bring Ezra along with her if she knew where he was. Again, her reply was swift: ‘Already was.’

  My eyes drifted away from the touch screen device to Salem. “Do you think Hannah and Ezra are…you know…together?”

  He raised an eyebrow and almost laughed. “What?”

  “You heard me…”

  “I would highly doubt that. Why do you ask?”

  “She said she’d already planned to bring him with her…when she comes.”

  “So that means she’s coming?” I could see his boyish face becoming more and more excited. He did love her.

  He ignored the subject of his sister and Ezra. I knew he was uncomfortable with the idea of Hannah being in a relationship, or even a fling like with that guy last year. She was his baby sister, regardless of the fact that she was technically older than any living adults. But Ezra was a respectable man; I could see him taking good care of her. He didn’t seem at all her type, but what did I know about that? It wasn’t as if I would have taken it seriously had someone told me I’d someday be with an ex-vampire.

  After the excitement of Hannah’s future visit started to die down, my thoughts began to return to my mission. Tomorrow would be yet another day of work, another day of being among Malik and hopefully another day of absorbing information to share with my fellow hunters.

  As if my thoughts had summoned their call, my phone rang and Luca’s name flashed on the display. I answered and he got straight to the point, giving me some pointers on what my next infiltration moves should be. He also filled me in on the Vanatori’s latest successful hunting trip.

  An innocent human had been trapped outside a vampire bar, ganged up on by four different men. They had tied her up and were slowly draining her blood through her fingers. Thankfully the Vanatori happened to come across the attackers before they emptied her beyond healing. It wasn’t safe or ideal to hunt directly outside a vampire establishment, but they would rather risk their lives than watch another human die. He let me know that most vampires hunt solo, so besting four at once had been harder than expected. From the details of his story I could tell that the vampires here were different than most I had faced in Willowshire. These were no mere bloodthirsty monsters. They were smart. Their attacks were thought out and calculated. They seemed to have a much finer grasp on their desires and reality than the crazed beasts I had killed. If the common vampire in Romania was this intense, I could scarcely imagine what facing Malik would actually be like.

  Luca ended the call in the same way he always did. There were no pleasantries. He told me exactly what he needed to and then bid me goodbye until ‘next time’ and hung up.

  His story had rekindled a yearning within me to hunt. The more I had been around the undead, the more it had been slipping into my thoughts, but I attempted to ignore it. The Vanatori were out there doing their part each night, protecting the living. How much of a difference could I really make? I had bigger fish to fry—my sole focus should be Malik alone. He was the source of it all, and I wasn’t going to let anything distract me from that if I could help it.

  “Hannah did say there was one circumstance for her to come,” Salem said, breaking my train of thought. “We are not to mention anything to her about the child she foresaw.”

  I grimaced at the remark and nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “Great. I expect she will be here in the next couple of days…so I suppose we should arrange to have an additional bed placed in here, or request that Cassius relocate us.”

  “I’ll see what I can do tomorrow at work.”

  Salem and I settled down together on the couch and became immersed in a book he summoned for us—a photo album that he conjured from his memory. I was often baffled by his ability to do that. He lost the majority of his childhood memories after Raziel turned him, but he retained a few here and there—mostly of people’s appearances. The first page depicted a beautiful image of Margaret and Arthur Young on their wedding day. Her fabulous golden hair was up in a bun with a few strands dangling in front of her ears. She was a magnificent creature, and it was no wonder where Salem and Hannah got their looks. Arthur was also stunning; in an entirely different aspect…it possibly had a lot to do with the fact that he reminded me so much of Salem, as they both shared the same dark hair.

  The second page was dedicated to images of Salem when he was a kid. I quickly recognized the picture of him with the black cat Hannah had named ‘Daniel’ after her true father—it was the same one he had framed in the Victorian that Paul burned down. Beside this one was a picture of Salem reading a book, leaning up against a tree, with sunlight reflecting off of his ebony hair.

  “How old were you then?”

  “Eleven, if I remember correctly.”

  “It’s amazing how you can just pull these images from your memory and make them real.”

  He smiled and turned the page. Images of baby Hannah flooded the next two pages. At a young age, she had barely any hair, just a light wave of yellowy strands. I had never seen a picture of Arthur wearing a genuine smile until I spotted one of him holding Hannah in his arms, looking down at her proudly—and it broke my heart to know that his admiration for the child he thought to be his own was eventually destroyed.

  “He loved her despite not being her real father,” Salem pointed out.

  “He didn’t even know for that long before…before the fire.”

  “I know,” he sighed and turned the page again.

  The next pictures I saw were of us from the past…some things I never even knew about. There was a picture of me curled up under the silk blankets on the bed in the old house, a picture of us sitting on a log over a creek, and the final picture nearly startled me—it was of me, hovering over a lake, transformed from human to raven with a spiral of feathers swarming around my body.

  “How…”

  “Memories,” he answered simply. “I could technically pull any memory from my mind and turn it into a photograph.”

  I prepared to ask him something when I saw his eyes spark momentarily and a thin piece of paper appeared in his hand. He swiftly flipped it over and showed it to me.

  “You’re too amazing…” I whispered and marveled at the picture. It was the two of us sitting on the couch glancing through this same album together, from just a few moments ago.

  With a smile, he leaned over and kissed me lightly. “Let’s go out to eat.”

  I considered the idea for a moment, I was hungry…and it had been a while since we went out on an actual ‘date’. “Sure,” I said with a grin. “Did you have anywhere in mind?”

  “We’ll go for a walk and pick someplace at random, how does that sound?”

  “Delicious.”

  13. BOUND

  The weekend had flown by too quickly and I found myself shuffling onto the piano bench bright and early the next morning. Salem and I had visited a quaint diner the previous night that didn’t compare at all to the appearance of Varias, but the food was delicious—especially when comparing it to the blood they served here. I shivered at the idea of drinking blood. Even as a vampire, I detested the taste.

  I began the day with Nevermore, which had quickly grown to be the guests’ favorite by far—and there was no doubt that I was proud of this fact. Malik often commented on how much he adored the song, and that he could remember Destiny humming a similar tune. I never ga
ve it much thought, but perhaps that was how I discovered the song—maybe she hummed the tune to me when I was an infant.

  Cassius appeared to be absent today, which was unusual for him—he almost always escorted me to the platform before the work day began. I had to admit that I missed his presence. This was completely forgotten when I noticed a cloaked figure striding quickly through the restaurant and up the spiral stairs. I waited a few minutes before I made my way up behind them, praying that Malik wouldn’t detect me somehow this time.

  The floorboards creaked noisily as though someone were passing back and forth at a quick pace. I wondered if it was Malik, the mysterious figure, or perhaps even Ion.

  “What is making you so anxious, Seer?” Malik asked, somewhat answering my question.

  “I have seen something that may be troubling,” the voice was faintly familiar, yet at the same time I couldn’t quite place it. “She is with child.”

  Malik’s feet slammed into the ground. I could picture him strewn across his chaise, comfortable until those words met his ears. “This cannot be! It would ruin my plans!”

  “Yes, I understand the issues it causes. She is not yet aware of the child, but it will not be long before she realizes.”

  “Then we must act quickly…”

  “The faster the better,” the Seer agreed. “If she discovers she is with child, she will not be so willing to sacrifice her mortality to you. She would lose the child in the process.”

  I gasped and nearly stumbled down the stairs. Malik appeared before me in mere seconds and lifted me to my feet. He looked frightened, confused and concerned all in one—it made for an interesting expression.

  “Alexis, my darling…what are you doing?”

  “I was on my way to visit you…but I heard you…I heard you with someone else. So I was about to head back downstairs.”

  “No, please…come inside.”

  The cloaked man was nowhere to be seen. Who had he been communicating with? And who were they talking about? With a quick glance, I peered down at my belly—I didn’t notice any differences, surely they had not been talking about me. Then a rush of thoughts came to mind—my reoccurring nausea, throwing up after dinner with Desmond and Salem…had all this been signs of ‘morning sickness’? How could this have happened? Salem and I had only been intimate for one night so far…

  “You didn’t overhear anything, did you?” he asked as he helped me over to the chaise.

  I shook my head, hoping he couldn’t see the shock and worry in my eyes. “No…all I could hear were footsteps and quiet voices.”

  “Wonderful,” Malik said calmly and sat beside me. “It was just some…personal business matters. Private things, you know. It is a pleasure to see you again, Alexis.”

  “You say that every time,” I replied with a subtle reddening of the cheeks.

  “That is because it is true every time. I have grown very…fond of you, Alexis.”

  I gulped and stared anxiously at him. “Th-thank you…”

  “I know it might seem sudden…yet, I was wondering how you would feel about joining me.”

  “Joining you?”

  “Yes…you are already quite aware of what I am, what my business is, and I sense that you do not fear us. Do you not desire immortality?”

  I froze completely, unable to comprehend what this man was asking me. Shaking my head, I made to stand up and leave the room but he leaned over me and held me down.

  “Don’t run away, love. It is only an option, you do not have to,” he breathed against the side of my neck, inhaling my scent.

  “I don’t want to be a vampire, Malik…not right now.”

  “As I feared you might answer…there is one more thing I must ask of you, and I sincerely hope that you answer differently.”

  He intertwined his hand with mine and looked me straight in the eyes. “You are so much like your mother. I admit that I have more than grown fond of you, rather I have acquired a spot in my heart that aches for you.”

  “You…what?” I moved to pull away but he was too strong.

  “I want you, Alexis, to call my own,” he whispered softly and pressed his cold lips to mine. I couldn’t pull away, and part of me relaxed against his touch despite my mind telling me to stop.

  “Malik-wait,” I tried to talk when we parted lips, but the pause was only brief. He climbed on top of me, running his cold hand up my blouse and tenderly caressing my side. His eyes stared deeply into mine and I lost control of myself, as though pulled into a dream where every move I made was decided for me. My hands ran through his short hair as he kissed the nape of my neck. I was overcome with desires that I had never felt before, trapped in a world where my mind was convinced that this was right—there was no Salem, only me and Malik, intertwined together on this couch.

  The very essence of this man was seductive—his touch, his voice, and I was enslaved by it all.

  “Wed me, Alexis,” he whispered into my ear. “Share an eternal bond with me like no other…there does not have to be an official ceremony, simply take this ring, and be my Queen.”

  “Yes…” I agreed in a voice that sounded much unlike my own. “I will.”

  He released me and I felt dizzy, uncertain of where I was. I knew I had agreed to something, but I couldn’t recall what it was. There was an unfamiliar weight on my hand that I immediately inspected.

  “…What have you done, Malik?”

  “It is more of a question of what have we done, my love.”

  “No, no, no…this isn’t happening! I am already married, and you know that!” I shrieked and tugged on the silver wedding band but it wouldn’t budge.

  “There is no sense in trying, Alexis. It will not come off. You have given yourself to me.”

  “No, I haven’t!” I felt my eyes grow wet with tears. “I don’t belong to you.”

  “You do, you and your child…we shall raise it together and it shall be the heir of our castle, if ever we shall cease to be.”

  “...the man in the cloak…he was talking about me…”

  Malik smirked and touched his hand to my cheek. “For someone who said they heard nothing, you seem to know an awful lot.”

  “I can’t be here…I need to leave…Salem needs me, I need him…I can’t be yours. You can’t just claim me!”

  “You can come and go as you please,” Malik said, “as long as you always return to me…and we both know you will.”

  With one final glance at him, I ran from the room.

  My hands were shaking fiercely as I gripped the steering wheel and drove home. I burst through the door and was immediately greeted by Salem. His arms were around me instantly and I felt almost completely comforted by his embrace, but it wouldn’t last.

  “What is it, Alex?” he asked soothingly as he held me firmly, ignoring the moisture of my tears soaking into his shirt.

  “Malik…I don’t know what happened…he tricked me…he claims I am his now…”

  “What are you implying?” he pushed me away from him slowly and looked me over. “What did he do to you?”

  I raised my hand up for him to see the ring that lay in front of my wedding ring. There was anger written all over his face when he grasped my hand and attempted to pluck the jewelry off.

  “It won’t come off, I’ve tried.”

  “Regardless what this ring stands for, you are still my wife—do not fall for anything he does or says.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If a vampire lord chooses you to be theirs…” he shook his head sorrowfully. “It isn’t something you can turn away from; you are marked until his death. Therefore, unless we kill Malik…”

  “I am his.”

  “No. You are not his. He might think you are, but you aren’t. You must be stronger than him, do not fall for anything he does. Vampire Lords are stronger than ordinary vampires. He is capable of things no mere vampire is.”

  “Such as hypnosis?”

  “Most likely…among other things
, but please, don’t let yourself get carried away by this…you’re not his, and you never will be—unless you allow him to take you.”

  “I could never!”

  “I know,” he pulled me against him again as my tears continued to pour.

  “There is something else, Salem…” this time it was I that pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. “There was someone talking to Malik today…he called him a Seer.”

  “A vampire who can see visions…similarly to Hannah,” Salem explained. “What did he see?”

  “You may want to sit down.”

  “I am fine standing, I assure you. What could be more stressful than you telling me another man has claimed you as their bride?”

  I wanted to laugh at that comment, but I couldn’t find it in me to do so. “You…we…” I fumbled with my words and placed his hand against my stomach. “Salem…I am pregnant.”

  14. MISTAKES

  Naturally, Desmond would have been the first to hear the news of my pregnancy—but it was decided that we wouldn’t tell anyone until I had an actual test done and we were completely positive. There were other things on my mind, however, and I completely drove past the store and zipped over to the Vanatori hideout.

  “Where are you going, Alex?” Salem asked. “The store was right there…”

  “I don’t have time to stop at a store right now, Salem. I need to talk to the other hunters and get their ideas on where to go from here.”

  He swore under his breath and cast an unpleasant look in my direction. “Do you not realize what you are saying? You are going to risk not only your life—but the life of our child—in order to kill this man, when there are several other hunters in this place that could do it without you!”