Beautiful Darkness tcc-2

by Garcia, Kami

  "No," we said, our voices overlapping. I looked at Liv. "Macon wasn't like Hunting."

  Liv thought for a moment, then reached for the notebook on the bed. She scribbled something and snapped it shut.

  Great. Another girl with a notebook.

  "You know what? You're the experts. I'm going to let you two figure this one out. I'm going to find Lena before Ridley and her friend convince her to do something she'll regret."

  "Are you suggesting Lena is under Ridley's influence? That's not possible, Ethan. Lena's a Natural. A Siren can't control her." Marian dismissed the idea.

  But she didn't know about John Breed. "What if Ridley had help?"

  "What sort of help?"

  "An Incubus who can walk around in the daylight, or a Caster with Macon's strength and the ability to Travel. I'm not sure which." It wasn't the best explanation, but I didn't know what John Breed really was.

  "Ethan, you must be mistaken. There's no record of an Incubus or a Caster with those abilities." Marian was already pulling a book from the shelves.

  "There is now. His name is John Breed." If Marian didn't know what John was, we weren't going to find the answer in one of those books.

  "If what you're describing is accurate, and I find it hard to believe that it could be, I'm not sure what he might be capable of."

  I looked at Link. He was twisting the chain on his wallet. We were thinking the same thing. "I have to find Lena." I didn't wait for a response.

  Link unlocked the door.

  Marian stood up. "You can't go after her. It's too dangerous. There are Casters and creatures of unfathomable power in those Tunnels. You've only been down here once before, and the sections you've seen are passageways compared to the larger Tunnels. They're like another world."

  I didn't need permission. My mom may have led me here, but she was still gone. "You can't stop me because you can't get involved, right? All you can do is sit there and watch me screw things up and write about it so someone like Liv can study it later."

  "You don't know what you'll find, and when you find it, I won't be able to help you."

  It didn't matter. I was at the door by the time Marian finished. Liv was following me. "I'm going, Professor Ashcroft. I'll make sure nothing happens to them."

  Marian moved to the doorway. "Olivia. This isn't your place."

  "I know. But they'll need me."

  "You cannot change what is to be. You have to stay out of it. No matter how much it pains you. A Keeper's role is only to record and bear witness, not to change what unfolds."

  "You're like a hall cop." Link grinned. "Like Fatty."

  Liv's eyes narrowed. They must have truant officers in England, too. "You don't need to explain the Order of Things to me, Professor Ashcroft. I've studied it since my K levels. But how can I witness what I'm never allowed to see?"

  "You can read about it in the Caster Scrolls, like the rest of us."

  "I can? The Sixteenth Moon? The Claiming that could've broken the Duchannes curse? Could you have read about any of that in a scroll?" Liv glanced at her moon watch. "There's something happening. This Supernatural with unprecedented power, Ethan's visions -- and there are scientific anomalies. Subtle changes I've picked up on my selenometer."

  Subtle, as in nonexistent. I recognized a scam when I saw one. Olivia Durand was as trapped as the rest of us, and we were her ticket out. She wasn't worried about Link and me in the Tunnels. She wanted to have a life. Like another girl I knew, not too long ago.

  "Remember --"

  The door closed before Marian could finish, and we were gone.

  6.15

  Exile

  The door slammed behind us. Liv straightened her worn leather knapsack, and Link grabbed a torch from the wall of the tunnel. They were ready to follow me into the great unknown, but instead we stood there, staring at each other.

  "Well?" Liv looked at me expectantly. "It's not rocket science. You either know the way, or you --"

  "Shh. Give him a second." Link clamped his hand over Liv's mouth. "Use the force, young Skywalker." This Wayward thing apparently carried some weight. They actually thought I knew where to go, which only left one problem. I didn't.

  "This way." I was going to have to make it up as I went along.

  Marian said the Caster Tunnels were endless, a world beneath our own, but I never really understood what she meant until now. As we turned the first corner, the passage changed, narrowing into damper and darker circular walls that felt more like a tube than a tunnel. I pressed against the walls to push myself forward, and my torch fell in the mud.

  "Crap." I gripped the torch's wooden handle between my teeth and kept going.

  "This sucks." Link was muttering behind me as his torch burned out.

  Liv was behind him. "Mine's out, too." We were in complete darkness. The ceiling was so low, we had to duck beneath the muddy rock.

  "This is really freakin' me out." Link had never liked the dark.

  Liv called out from behind us. "Eventually you're going to reach the ..."

  I hit my head against something hard and splintery in the darkness. "Ouch!"

  "... Doorwell."

  Link must have pulled his flashlight out of his pocket, because a flickering circle of light hit the round door in front of me. It was some kind of cold metal, not the splintering wood or crumbling stone of the other doors we'd seen. It looked more like a manhole cover in the wall. I pushed my shoulder against it, but it didn't budge.

  "What now?" I called back to Liv, my stand-in for Marian on all Caster-related issues. I heard her flipping pages in her notebook.

  "I don't know. Maybe push harder?"

  "You had to check your little book for that?" I was annoyed.

  "You want me to crawl up there and do it for you?" Liv wasn't happy either.

  "Come on, kids. I'll push Ethan, you push me, Ethan pushes the door."

  "Brilliant," Liv said.

  "Shoulder to shoulder, MJ."

  "Excuse me?"

  "Marian Junior. You're the one who wanted an adventure. You got a better idea?"

  The door had no handle or valve. It fit into a perfect seam, a circle of metal in a circular doorway. Not even a slit of light escaped through the cracks. "Link's right. We don't have a choice, and we're not going back now." I wedged my shoulder against the door. "One, two, three. Push!"

  When the tips of my fingers touched the door, it swung open as if my skin was somehow the genetic recognition, the key that opened the door. Link smashed into me, and Liv tumbled on top of both of us. I cracked my head against what seemed like stone as I hit the ground. I felt so dizzy, I couldn't see anything. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at a streetlamp.

  "What happened?" Link sounded as disoriented as I was.

  I felt around the edge of the stones with my fingertips. Cobblestones. "I just touched the door, and it opened."

  "Amazing." Liv stood up, taking it all in.

  I was lying in a city street that looked like London or an old town right out of a history book. Behind me, I could see the round doorway, at the road's end. There was a brass street sign next to it that said WESTERN DOORWELL, CENTRAL LIBRARY.

  Link sat up next to me, rubbing his head. "Holy crap. This is like one of those alleys where people got hacked up by Jack the Ripper." He was right. We could have been standing in the mouth of an alley in nineteenth-century London. The street was dark, lit by only the dim glow of a few lampposts. The alley was framed on both sides by the backs of tall brick row houses.

  Liv stood up and made her way down the deserted cobblestone street, looking up at an old iron street sign: THE KEEP. "That must be the name of this particular tunnel. Unbelievable. Professor Ashcroft told me, but I never imagined. I suppose books couldn't really do it justice, could they?"

  "Yeah, it looks nothin' like the postcards." Link pulled himself to his feet. "All I wanna know is, where'd the ceilin' go?" The curved arch of the tunnel's ceiling was gone, and in its place was a
dark evening sky, as big and real and full of stars as any sky I'd ever seen.

  Liv pulled out her notebook and started writing. "Don't you get it? These are Caster Tunnels. They're not some supernatural subway system, so Casters can creep around under Gatlin borrowing library books."

  "Then what are they?" I ran my hand along the rough brick on the side of the nearest building.

  "More like roads to another world. Or, in a way, a whole world all to themselves."

  I heard something, and my heart jumped. I thought Lena was Kelting, reconnecting with me. But I was wrong.

  It was music.

  "Do you hear that?" Link asked. I was relieved. For once, the music wasn't coming from inside my head. It was coming from the end of the alley. It sounded like the Caster music from the party at Ravenwood last Halloween, the night I saved Lena from Sarafine's psychic attack.

  I listened for Lena, felt for her, remembering that night. Nothing.

  Liv checked her selenometer and wrote something else in her notebook. "Carmen. I was transcribing one yesterday."

  "English, please." Link was still staring up at the sky, trying to figure it all out.

  "Sorry. It means 'Charmed Song.' It's Caster music."

  I took off, following the sound down the alley. "Whatever it is, it's coming from down here."

  Marian had been right. It was one thing to wander through the damp tunnels of the Lunae Libri, but this was something entirely different. We had no idea what we had gotten ourselves into. I already knew that much.

  As I walked down the alley, the music grew louder, the cobblestones smoothed their way into asphalt beneath my feet, and the street changed from Old World London to modern-day slum. It was a street you could find in any big city, in some forgotten run-down neighborhood. The buildings looked like abandoned warehouses, iron grating covered the shattered windows, and the remnants of broken signs blinked fluorescent light into the darkness. There were cigarette butts and trash all over the street, and a strange sort of Caster graffiti -- symbols I couldn't begin to understand -- on the sides of the buildings. I pointed it out to Liv. "Do you know what any of that means?"

  She shook her head. "No, I've never seen anything like it. But it means something. Every symbol in the Caster world has significance."

  "This place is even freakier than the Lunae Libri." Link was trying to play it cool in front of Liv, but he was having a hard time pulling it off.

  "Do you wanna go back?" I wanted to give him an out, but I knew he had as much of a reason to be down here as I did. His reason was just blonder.

  "Are you callin' me a wuss?"

  "Shh, shut up --" I heard it.

  The Caster music drifted through the air, the seductive melody replaced by something else. This time, I was the only one who could hear the words.

  Seventeen moons, seventeen fears,

  Pain of death and shame of tears,

  Find the marker, walk the mile,

  Seventeen knows just exile ...

  "I hear it. We must be close." I followed the song as it looped over and over in my head.

  Link looked at me like I was crazy. "Hear what?"

  "Nothing. Just follow me."

  The huge metal doors lining the filthy street were all the same, dented and scratched, as if they'd been attacked by an enormous animal or something worse. Except for the last door, the one with Seventeen Moons playing inside. It was painted black and covered with more Caster graffiti. But one of the symbols looked different, and it wasn't spray-painted on the door. It was carved into it. I ran my fingers over the cuts in the wood. "This one looks different, almost Celtic."

  Liv's voice was a whisper. "Not Celtic. Niadic. It's an ancient Caster language. A lot of the older scrolls in the Lunae Libri are written in it."

  "What does it say?"

  She examined the symbol carefully. "Niadic doesn't translate directly into words. I mean, you can't think about the words as words, not exactly. This symbol means place, or moment, either in physical space or time." She ran her finger over a slash in the wood. "But this line cuts through it, see? So now the place becomes a lack of place, a no place."

  "How can a place be a no place? You're either in a place, or you're not." But as I said it, I knew it wasn't true. I had been in a no place for months now, and so had Lena.

  She looked up at me. "I think it says something like 'Exile.' "

  Seventeen knows just exile.

  "That's exactly what it says."

  Liv gave me a strange look. "You can't know that, or do you suddenly speak Niadic?" She had a gleam in her eye, as if this was further proof I might be a Wayward.

  "I heard it in a song." I reached for the door, but Liv grabbed my arm. "Ethan, this isn't a game. This isn't the pie-baking contest at the county fair. You're not in Gatlin anymore. There are dangerous things down here, creatures far more deadly than Ridley and her lollipops."

  I knew she was trying to scare me, but it wasn't working. Since the night of Lena's birthday, I knew more about the dangers of the Caster world than any librarian could, Keeper or not. I didn't blame her for being afraid. You would have to be stupid not to be -- like me.

  "You're right. It's not the library. I'll understand if you guys don't want to go in there, but I have to. Lena's here, somewhere."

  Link pushed open the door and walked in like it was the Jackson High locker room. "Whatever. I'm into dangerous creatures."

  I shrugged and followed him. Liv tightened her hand around the strap of her knapsack, ready to swing it at someone's head if necessary. She took a tentative step, and the door closed behind her.

  Inside it was even darker than on the street. Huge crystal chandeliers, completely out of place among the exposed pipes overhead, provided the only light. The rest of the room was pure industrial rave. It was one gigantic space, with circular booths covered in dark red velvet scattered around the perimeter. Some were surrounded by heavy drapes attached to tracks in the ceiling so they could be closed around the booth, the way the curtains close around hospital beds. There was a bar in the back, in front of a round chrome door with a handle.

  Link spotted it, too. "Is that what I think it is?"

  I nodded. "A vault."

  The weird chandeliers, the bar that looked more like a counter, the huge windows covered haphazardly with black tape, the vault. This place could have been a bank once, if Casters had banks. I wondered what they had kept behind that door -- or maybe I didn't want to know.

  But nothing was weirder than the people, or whatever they were. The crowd surged and receded like at one of Macon's parties, where time seemed to fade in and out, depending on where you looked. From turn-of-the-century suited gentlemen who looked like Mark Twain, with stiff white-winged collars and striped silk ties, to Goth-looking leather-clad punks, they were all drinking, dancing, and mingling.

  "Dude, tell me those creepy-lookin' see-through people aren't ghosts." Link backed away from one hazy figure, nearly stepping into another. I didn't want to tell him that's exactly what they were. They looked like Genevieve in the graveyard, partially materialized, only here there were at least a dozen of them. But we had never seen Genevieve move. These ghosts weren't floating around like the ones in cartoons. They were walking, dancing, moving like normal people, except they were doing it above the ground -- the same pace and even strides, but their feet weren't touching the floor. One glanced our way and raised an empty glass from the table as if offering a toast.

  "Am I seein' things, or did that ghost pick up a glass?" Link elbowed Liv.

  She stepped between us, her hair brushing against my neck. Her voice was so quiet we had to lean in to hear her. "Technically, they aren't called ghosts. They're Sheers -- souls who haven't been able to cross over to the Otherworld because they have unfinished business in the Caster or Mortal world. I have no idea why there are so many out tonight. They usually keep to themselves. Something's off."

  "Everything about this place is off." Link was still watching the
Sheer with the glass. "And you didn't answer the question."

  "Yes, they can pick up anything they want. How do you think they slam doors and move furniture in haunted houses?"

  I wasn't interested in haunted houses. "What kind of unfinished business?" I knew enough dead people with unfinished business. I didn't want to meet any more tonight.

  "Something they left unresolved when they died -- a powerful curse, a lost love, a shattered destiny. Use your imagination."

  I thought about Genevieve and the locket and wondered how many lost secrets, how much unfinished business there was in the graveyards and cemeteries of Gatlin.

  Link stared at a beautiful girl with elaborate markings around her neck. They looked similar to the ones inked on Ridley and John. "I'd like to have some unfinished business with her."

  "She'd like it, too. She would have you jumping off a cliff in no time." I scanned the room.

  There was no sign of Lena. The more I looked around, the more I was grateful for the darkness. The booths were filling up with couples, drinking and making out, while the dance floor was packed with girls, spinning and turning like they were weaving some kind of web. Seventeen Moons wasn't playing anymore, if it was ever playing at all. Now the music was harder, more intense, a Caster version of Nine Inch Nails. The girls were all dressed differently, one in a medieval gown, another in skintight leather. Then there were the Ridleys -- girls in miniskirts and black tank tops, with red, blue, or violet streaks in their hair, sliding around one another, spinning a different kind of web. Maybe they were all Sirens. I couldn't tell. But they were all beautiful, and they all had some version of Ridley's dark tattoo.

  "Let's check in the back." I let Link go ahead so Liv could walk between us. Even though she was checking out every corner of the club as if she wanted to remember it all, I knew she was nervous. This was no place for a Mortal girl, or a Mortal guy, and I felt responsible for dragging Link and Liv into this. We kept close to the wall, circling the perimeter. But it was crowded, and I felt my shoulder bump against someone. Someone with a body.