Five (Elemental Enmity)

by Christie Rich

  “Cassie,” Jessica called. “Wait up.”

  Jessica shared a quad down the hall with a group of high school friends. She seemed nice enough, yet there was also something irritating about her I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Her mousy brown hair bounced up and down with each stride. It was probably the only volume her limp locks would ever see.

  She looked at Cassie then me, her dull brown eyes abnormally bright. “I thought you two chickened out. You’ll be glad you didn’t.”

  I kept my eyes on her even though they wanted to go skyward. “Why’s that?”

  Jessica gave me a look. “The guys from IPS are going to be here.”

  I waited for her to tell us what IPS meant. The only thing I could think of was Indiana Postal Service. Why would Jessica care if a couple of delivery guys showed up to the meeting? “Who?” I asked after she clearly wasn’t going to elaborate.

  Jessica glanced at me before she glared at Cassie. “Why’d you bring her?”

  I narrowed my eyes at her, crossing my arms. “Hey, I’m right in front of you.”

  Jessica shoved a finger in my face. “I don’t care if you’re a believer or not. Just keep your snide comments to yourself. Some of us are trying to enjoy this.”

  I cocked a hip. “I don’t have anything against fun.” When she started walking away, I yelled, “Tell me when we start having some.”

  “Boring is as boring does,” she said before running up ahead to another group.

  “Why are you so rude to her?” Cassie asked.

  I didn’t really know how to answer her. Jessica was just…annoying. “She gets under my skin. I can’t say why.”

  I nearly sailed into the girl ahead of me when she stopped short. There could only be one reason they would bring us behind Regina Hall. The cemetery loomed in front of us. Beyond that lay the forest that still held fright for me. I knew the man in the woods couldn’t possibly be there now watching me, but I was freaking myself out wondering about the possibility. I still didn’t know if he was one of the fab four. I didn’t want to think about there being another man to worry about.

  If Natalie hadn’t come along that day, would I have been the next college student to never go home? Would I still be? As if on cue, an ethereal mist crept over the ground toward us. Did they have dry-ice somewhere? Ghostly wails started in the background. Oh, brother.

  A female voice erupted dramatically, bringing the chatter to silence. “In this cemetery rest the earthy remains of our beloved Sisters that have faithfully served this institution; however, one young lady that lay nestled in this peaceful place passed before her time. Some say she still roams our grounds, keeping watch over campus. Zellie Selby was only twenty years old when an unexpected illness took her life in 1870. Her father requested she be interred here…” The speaker stepped out from behind a rather large monument, pointing a long arm at the ground below where she stood, continuing, “…and there she lies.”

  A few girls in the group gasped what sounded like real horror. I’d briefly heard this story already, but I hadn’t seen the figure supposedly trapped in the base of the headstone. Light erupted from poised flashlights. I moved closer to get a better look.

  Sure enough, the rock was discolored at the base with the haunting figure of a woman’s silhouette. If Zellie’s ghost really had been cursed to wander St. Mary’s College for eternity, I, for one, didn’t want to incite the poor girl. What a horrific afterlife to have to endure for an innocent victim of an untimely demise.

  A boy stepped out of the shadows with a blazing light strapped to his forehead. Another followed right behind him. They walked forward in unison, carrying an odd assortment of equipment.

  “Everyone,” the girl in charge said. “I’d like to introduce Paul Zanders and Adam Wilder from our own IPS. Paul and Adam have been working with us to prove there is paranormal activity on campus. In fact, they have asked for permission to investigate Le Mans Hall. Let’s all keep our fingers crossed.” She clapped her hands together excitedly. “We have a surprise for all of you. They have agreed to let us watch their study of this Cemetery.”

  Paul stepped forward, clearly the leader. “We are pleased to be with you tonight. Let’s all hope Zellie is, as well.” He lifted a doo-dad from his belt. It was shaped sort of like a remote with a row of small lights at the end. He held it up for all to see. “This is a K-II meter. In the paranormal industry, we use science to explain those terrifying feelings you get when you’re sure someone unseen is watching you.”

  I could’ve used one of those on my way here; scratch that. I still could. I’d have to ask if they would sell me one.

  “K-II measures the amount of electromagnetic energy in an area. EMF fields are generated from power lines, cell towers, appliances, batteries,” he said, smiling. “Well, you get the idea. First, we sweep the area for a baseline reading, looking for spikes where you wouldn’t normally expect one. As you can see, none of the lights on the meter are illuminated at the moment. The idea is that when a spirit tries to manifest in the mortal realm, they draw energy from sources around them.”

  Adam held up a different gadget. “This is a traditional EMF detector.” He started walking between students, maneuvering around grave stones. “Zero point five to zero point eight seems to be the average for this area.” He held the meter next to the massive monument we had all come to see. “Whoa,” he said, stepping closer to the grave stone. He ran the detector up and down. “I really didn’t anticipate that.”

  Chapter Nine

  “What?” Jessica asked, moving beside Adam. One more inch would have put her directly under his chin.

  He retreated a few paces, a minute smile curving his lips. “Let’s all give Zellie a little breathing room, why don’t we?”

  The group backed up a bit. Adam circled the monument a few times.

  “I wanted to make sure my reading was correct. Does anyone know if there are underground utilities in the area?”

  The RA from the third floor stepped forward. “I don’t think so. Why would they dig under the cemetery?”

  “Six point nine for a site like this is unheard of.”

  Paul rushed toward Adam and the thing in his hand lit up like a Christmas tree. He gave Adam a surprised look. “I’m going to ask some questions, now.” He turned on a recorder. “Let’s see if Zellie wants to come out and play with us. Could I have your silence, please?”

  The wind was the only thing that refused to comply with Paul’s request. The eerie whistle lent an unholy feel to our meeting. I pulled my jacket closer as a sudden gust shot a chill through me.

  Paul stood next to Adam. “Are you here with us, Zellie?” He waited a few moments. “Are you angry that you died here?”

  Adam took his turn. “Are you trapped on this campus—”

  “Do you know the girl who hung herself in the bell-tower?” Jessica butted in.

  The look Paul shot Jessica was decidedly irritated. Hmm. Did they already know each other? He went to the edge of the woods. “Are there any other spirits that would like to make their presence known to us tonight?”

  “This could be your only chance to ever be heard,” Adam added. “Show us a sign of your presence.”

  I turned toward Cassie to ask her if she had met the IPS crew. She was staring wide-eyed toward the trees, her gaze trained sharply on a densely wooded area. She worried her lip.

  “What’s wrong?” I whispered, trying not to disrupt the investigation.

  She looked at me, all sweet smiles. “I’m a bit tired. Are you ready to go?”

  I hadn’t missed the desperation in her tone, but I didn’t feel like leaving. Curiosity had wiggled into my heart. “Don’t you want to see what they find?”

  She gave a nervous laugh. “You can stay, if you’d like. I’m going back to the room.”

  I followed Cassie because she wasn’t acting normal. I couldn’t help but worry about her, especially considering what she had been through. I had been a real jerk to her, but I wasn�
�t going to do that anymore. Despite how it seemed, I wasn’t the only one that had problems.

  She pulled her jacket tightly around her shoulders and shuddered. It wasn’t that cold. Her skin was paler than usual. I couldn’t be sure, but she seemed freaked out.

  “Cassie, what did you see in the woods?” I asked a few minutes later. We were almost to the dorm. I held up a halting hand. “Before you tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about, let me just say something.” I caught her arm to slow her down. “You are not hallucinating.”

  She brightened a bit. “Did you see her too?”

  I had the unwanted feeling she wasn’t talking about a ghost. I wished I could lie to her. I wanted to tell her I had, that she wasn’t alone. “That’s not the point. Who did you see?”

  Her expression fell. “Leave me alone, Rayla. I know you mean well, but patronizing me won’t help. I’m going to have to call my mom.”

  “Why?” I blocked the path when she tried to leave.

  “This doesn’t bode well for me. I didn’t really go to India when we were kids.” She eyed me warily and sighed. Her gaze hit the ground. “I was institutionalized.”

  “That’s crazy.” She glared at me as tears pooled in her eyes. “Okay, poor choice of words. What I meant was that you were just imaginative when we were kids. The stories you told me were amazing. They helped me deal with Mom’s disappearance. I don’t know what I would have done without them.”

  We were at our door now. Silent tears streamed down Cassie’s face. She had trouble with the lock.

  “Let me.”

  She stepped aside, and I turned the knob. Rushing past me to the bed, she buried her face in my pillow. I sat beside her, not knowing if I should talk to her or leave her alone.

  I placed my hand gently on her shoulder and to my relief she didn’t pull away. “You should know by now that you can trust me. I want to help.” I brushed her hair aside. “What can I do?”

  She turned over, hitting the mattress. “Make them leave me alone!”

  I tried to keep my shock over her outburst from showing when I answered her, “I’d love to, but I need to understand what is going on.” I had never seen her this upset. Our running joke was that she was part Vulkan.

  She sniffed, searching my face for a moment. “One of them is playing with me as if he knows I can see him.”

  Now, maybe we could get somewhere. “What does he look like?”

  Her eyes focused on nothing in particular. “He’s short, about two and a half feet tall with scaly, purple skin, bright-white hair, beady orange eyes, a sunken nose, and sharp pointy teeth. I haven’t seen this sort of creature before, so I don’t know what to call him.”

  I scrunched up my face. “Sounds really ugly.”

  “He is. Some of my things have gone missing.” She sat up, pulling her knees toward her chest. With shaking fingers, she wiped her cheeks. “You know my grandmother’s broach—the dragonfly?”

  I nodded. “I love that one.” It was platinum. The wings were lacy webs with two emeralds inset at the ends. The eyes were sapphire.

  “I shouldn’t have brought it, but I hadn’t planned on wearing it. I wanted to have something that reminded me of Nana.”

  “So you can’t find it?”

  She looked at me sharply with haunted eyes. “I saw him take it!”

  I hid my excitement over her revelation and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we’ll get it back.”

  She grimaced. “I don’t want to go anywhere near that thing! He’s following me, taunting me with it.”

  A thought just occurred to me. “How do you know it’s a he?”

  Her mouth turned in a frown. “He’s got parts, Rayla—disgusting, gross parts!”

  I grimaced, not caring to know exactly how she knew that about him. “Sorry I asked—”

  A knock rang out, jolting me. Cassie shook her head, so I went to see who it was the second time they knocked.

  When I opened the door, Jessica shoved past me. “I can’t believe you left! I saw her!”

  “Zellie?” I asked.

  She shot me a dirty look. “Who else? Guess what? You’ll never guess in a million years.” As usual, she didn’t even give us a chance to respond before she plowed forward excitedly, “The IPS guys want to interview you.”

  Cassie’s expression plummeted even further. “Whatever for?”

  Jessica clasped her hands in front of her. “Your room is haunted! Can you believe it? How cool is that?”

  I wondered how two freshmen had gotten such a great room. I kind of thought Mr. Lambert had paid someone off. Ghosts didn’t bother me, but I glared at her for Cassie’s sake. “How would you feel if you had to sleep in here every night from now on knowing that?”

  She turned and looked at me. “You’re such a boob. She’s harmless. She just takes things. They say if you leave candy out for her, she’ll return your stuff.” Jessica’s expression brimmed with curiosity. “Have you lost anything lately?”

  Eyes wide, cheeks sunken, Cassie couldn’t have looked more terrified. She glanced at me with a silent plea.

  “Not that we know of,” I said. “You need to leave now. Cassie’s not feeling well.”

  Jessica turned a confused look on Cassie. “You seemed fine earlier.”

  Cassie wiped her glistening forehead with her sleeve. “I was, but I could use some rest, Jess. Do you mind letting yourself out?”

  Jessica frowned. “What should I tell Adam?”

  I pushed her toward the door. “We’ll have to talk to him another time,” I said. “Goodbye, Jessica.”

  She huffed out of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed, touching Cassie’s shoulder. She still looked freaked out.

  “Jessica was right about one thing: You did seem okay earlier. Did it follow you to the cemetery?”

  She hugged herself, inching away from me. Was she shaking? “I saw something else tonight. I should say someone else that I hoped to never encounter again.”

  “Who was it?”

  She rolled onto her back and covered her eyes. “Oh, Rayla, if I start into this, I’m just going to end up locked up again.”

  I bent close to her. “Look at me,” I demanded. She raised her gaze timidly. I locked mine with hers. “I will never let that happen. You are as sane as I am.”

  She gave me a lopsided grin. “Considering what you’ve been going through lately, that’s not saying much. Maybe when Mom finds out we could go to the same institution.”

  Given the situation, her joke filled me with a bubble of relief. “I’ll insist on being your roommate.”

  She laughed hard, her eyes bright with tears that turned heartrending. “What am I going to do, Rayla? This is exactly why Mom didn’t want me coming here. My hallucinations stopped when we moved to Utah. We were only going to rent our place for the summer, so I could get some rest. But when I told Mom and Dad that I was cured all of the sudden, they didn’t want to upset my routine.”

  I took in a slow breath. “Your stories were all true. Weren’t they?”

  Her face held an unyielding seriousness. “Yes.”

  I tried to wrap my brain around that revelation. She’d finally admitted it. “Who did you see tonight?”

  She sniffed. “Do you remember when I told you about Nixlan?”

  I nodded. I didn’t want to say anything that might keep her from telling me more about that strange, hidden world. I remembered every story she had ever told me in vivid detail. The thought there might actually be a place so beautiful made me smile inwardly with delight.

  I felt like a little girl again, imagining Cassie’s first encounter with her fairy friend. She had been playing in the woods when she noticed something shiny on the ground. She brushed the rotting leaves away from the half concealed object. Curious, she picked up the charm bracelet. She said it was so delicate she thought the slightest breeze would shatter it to dust. When she swept some dirt off of one of the charms, Nixlan appeared in front of her.

/>   She ran away with the bracelet still in her hand. A few days passed before curiosity got the better of her. She found the same spot and rubbed the charm.

  Nixlan came again. She smiled at Cassie and told her not to be afraid. Cassie went with her to her home in another realm. She said that Nixlan had done a weird dance around a little waterfall, and the scene had rippled like a pond being disturbed by a pebble.

  When it stopped changing, Cassie was looking through a garden gate into a magical land that glowed. All the plants had florescent veins running through them. She told me about a castle that was made out of crystal. Nixlan had befriended Cassie and would bring her to the fae realm whenever Cassie was upset or lonely.

  I had been jealous of Cassie’s imagination when I was young. I couldn’t believe the stories were actually true.

  Cassie gave me an exhausted look before she spoke. “The last time I ever saw Nixlan was a few hours before we moved to Utah. She had taken me to her cottage and rocked me as I cried. I was so tired of moving. She was my only real friend.

  “She fed me raspberry puffs that floated in the air, and gave me the most wonderful elderberry punch.

  “If I had known I would have never seen her again, I would have fought the horrible witch that came for her that day.”

  I shifted excitedly. “As in bubbling cauldron stirring, cackling, flying on a broomstick sort of witch?”

  Cassie laughed. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  I shot her a look. “It was a logical question. If fae exist, why not witches?”

  She ignored my question altogether. “I’m talking about her master. Nixlan was a servant to a princess that lived in the crystal castle. Ainessa would have been more beautiful than any woman I could ever imagine, if not for the murder in her gaze.

  “Nixlan forgot to do something for her master before she left the palace for the day. Ainessa had come looking for her on horseback because I still had the summoning bracelet she lost.” Cassie laughed lightly. Her gaze focused on something a million miles away. Her words were soft. “She hadn’t been able to replace it. Only goblins make that sort of jewelry and she had worn out her welcome with them millennia before. Anyway, Nixlan touched her charm on the bracelet before Ainessa could grab me, sending me home instantly. Ainessa’s shriek came through the void with me, though. She said she would search for me until the end of time, and when she found me, she would make me wish for death.”