by Морган Райс
Nothing, that is, except for that damn White coven, entrenched beneath the Cloisters. Yes, they would be a thorn in his side. But not a major one. Once he found that horrible girl, Caitlin, and that renegade traitor, Caleb, they would lead him to the sword. And then, the White coven would be defenseless. Nothing would be left to stand in their way.
Kyle flared with rage as he thought of that stupid little girl, escaping from his grasp. She had made a fool of him.
He turned down Wall Street, and a passerby, a large man, had the bad fortune of walking his way. As they crossed paths, Kyle bumped his shoulder into him for all he was worth. The man stumbled back several feet, smashing into a wall.
The man, dressed in a nice suit, screamed, “Hey buddy, what’s your problem!?”
But Kyle sneered back, and the man’s expression changed. At six foot five, with massive shoulders, and huge features, Kyle was not a man to challenge. The man, despite his size, quickly turned and kept walking. He knew better.
Bumping the man made him feel a bit better, but Kyle’s rage still flared. He would catch that girl. And kill her slowly.
But now was not the time. He had to clear his head. He had more important things to attend to.
The shipment. The wharf.
Yes, he took a deep breath, and slowly smiled again. The shipment was just blocks away.
This would be his Christmas day.
FIVE
Sam woke to a massive headache. He opened one eye, and realized he had passed out on the floor of the barn, in the straw. It was cold. None of his friends had bothered to stoke the fire the night before. They’d all been too stoned.
Worse, the room was still spinning. Sam lifted his head, pulling a piece of straw out of his mouth, and felt an awful pain in his temples. He’d slept in a weird position, and his neck hurt as he twisted it. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the cobwebs out, but they weren’t leaving easily. He had really overdone it last night. He remembered the bong. Then beer, then Southern Comfort, then more beer. Throwing up. Then some more pot, to ease it all out. Then blacking out, somewhere during the night. When or where, he couldn’t really remember.
He was hungry but nauseous at the same time. He felt like he could eat a stack of pancakes and a dozen eggs, but also felt like he’d puke the second he did. In fact, he felt like throwing up again right now.
He tried to piece together all the details of the day before. He remembered Caitlin. That, he couldn’t forget. It was what really messed him up. Her showing up here. Her taking down Jimbo like that. The dog. What the hell? Did all that really happen?
He looked over and saw the hole in the side of the wall, where the dog had gone through. He felt the cold air rushing in, and knew that it had happened. He didn’t really know what to make of it.
And who was that dude she was with? The guy look like a NFL linebacker, but pale as hell. He looked like he just stepped out of the Matrix. Sam couldn’t even really tell how old he was. The weird thing was, Sam kind of felt like he knew him from somewhere.
Sam looked around and saw all his friends, passed out in various positions, most of them snoring. He grabbed his watch off the floor, saw that it was 11 AM. They’d still be sleeping for a while.
Sam crossed the barn and grabbed a bottle of water. He was about to drink from it, when he looked down and saw it was filled with cigarette butts. Revolted, he set it down, and looked for another. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a half-empty jug of water on the floor. He grabbed it and drank, and didn’t stop drinking until he downed nearly half of it.
That felt better. His throat had been so dry. He took a deep breath, and put a hand on one temple. The room was still spinning. It stank in here. He had to get out.
Sam crossed the room and slid opened the door to the barn. The cold morning air felt good.
Thankfully, it was cloudy today. Still bright as hell, though, and he squinted against it. But not nearly as bad as it could’ve been. And snow was falling again. Great. More snow.
Sam used to love the snow. Especially snow days, when he could stay home from school. He remembered going with Caitlin to the top of the hill and sledding half the day.
But now he mostly skipped school, so it didn’t really make a difference. Now, it was just a giant pain in the ass.
Sam reached into his pocket and withdrew a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth and lit up.
He knew he shouldn’t be smoking. But all his friends smoked, and they kept pushing it on him.
Finally, he’d said why not? So he started a few weeks back. Now, he was kind of liking it. He was coughing a lot more, and his chest was hurting him already, but he figured, what the hell? He knew it would kill him. But he didn’t really see himself living that long anyway. He never had. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he never really believed he’d make 20.
Now that his head was starting to clear, he thought about yesterday again. Caitlin. He felt bad about it. Really bad. He loved her. He really did. She had come all this way to see him. Why was she asking him about Dad? Had he imagined that?
He couldn’t believe she was here, too. He wondered if their mom had freaked out that she’d left.
She must’ve. He bet she was freaking out right now. Probably trying to track them both down. Then again, maybe she wasn’t. Who cares? She’d moved them one time too many.
But Caitlin. That was different. He shouldn’t have treated her like that. He should have been nicer. He was just too stoned at the time. Still, he felt bad. He guessed there was a part of him that wanted things to go back to normal, whatever that was. And she was the closest thing he had to normal.
Why was she back? Was she moving back to Oakville? That would be awesome. Maybe they could find a place together. Yeah, the more Sam thought about it, the more he really liked the idea.
He wanted to talk to her.
Sam whipped out his cell and saw the red light blinking. He pushed the icon, and saw that he had a new Facebook message. From Caitlin. She was at the old barn.
Perfect. That’s where he’d go.
Sam parked, and walked across the property, to the old barn. The “old barn” is all they had to say. They both knew what that meant. It was the place they always went when they lived in Oakville. It was at the back of a property with a vacant house for sale that had been on the market for years.
The house just sat there, empty, asking way too much. Nobody ever even came to look at it, as far as they could tell.
And in the back of the property, way back, there had been this really cool barn, just sitting there, totally empty. Sam had discovered it one day, and had showed it to Caitlin. Neither of them saw the harm in hanging out in it. They both hated their small trailer, being trapped in there with their mom.
One night they stayed up late in it, talking, roasting marshmallows in its really cool fireplace, and they both fell asleep. After that, they’d crash in it every now and again, especially whenever things got too crazy at home. At least they were putting it to use. After a few months, they began to feel like it was their place.
Sam walked across the property, a bounce in his step, as he looked forward to seeing Caitlin. His head was really clearing now, especially after that large Dunkin’ Donuts coffee he gulped down in the car on the way over. He knew, at 15, he shouldn’t be driving. But he was still a couple years away from getting his license, and he didn’t want to wait. He hadn’t been pulled over yet. And he knew how to drive. So why wait? His friends let him borrow their pickup, and that was good enough for him.
As Sam approached the barn, he suddenly wondered if that big dude would be with her. There was something about the guy…he couldn’t quite place it. He couldn’t figure out what he was doing with Caitlin. Were they dating? Caitlin had always told him everything. How come he’d never heard of him before?
And why was Caitlin suddenly asking about Dad? Sam was pissed at himself, because there was actually news he’d wanted to tell her. About the other day. He’d
finally gotten an answer to one of his Facebook requests. It was their Dad. It was really him. He said he missed them, and wanted to see them. Finally. After all these years. Sam had already responded. They were starting to talk again.
And Dad wanted to see him. See them both. Why hadn’t Sam just told her? Well, at least he could tell her now.
As Sam walked, snow crunching beneath his boots, snow falling all around him at an increasing rate, he started to feel happy again. With Caitlin around, things might even get back to normal.
Maybe she’d showed up at the right time, when he was so messed up, to help snap him out of it. She always had a way of doing that. Maybe this was his shot.
As he reached into his pocket for another cigarette, he stopped himself. Maybe he could turn things around.
Sam crumpled up the pack and threw it in the grass. He didn’t need it. He was stronger than that.
He opened the door of the barn, ready to surprise Caitlin and give her a big hug. He would tell her he was sorry. She would be sorry, too, and things would be great again.
But the barn was empty.
“Hello?” Sam called out, knowing, even as he did, that no one was there.
He noticed the dying embers of a fire in the fireplace, one that must have been put out hours ago. But there were no signs of any possessions, of anything that would show they were still there.
She’d left. Probably with that dude. Why couldn’t she have waited for him? Given him a chance?
Even just a few hours?
Sam felt as if someone had just punched him as hard as they could in the gut. His own sister.
Even she didn’t care anymore.
He had to sit down. He sat on a stack of hay, and rested his head in his hands. He could feel his headache returning. She really did it. She left. Had she gone for good? Deep down, he felt that she had.
Sam finally took a deep breath. All right.
He felt himself hardening up. He was on his own. He knew how to handle that. He didn’t need anyone, anyway.
“Hey there.”
It was a beautiful, soft, female voice.
Sam looked up, hoping for a second that it was Caitlin. But he already knew, from the second he heard it, that it was not. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.
A girl stood in the entryway to the barn, leaning casually against the wall. Wow. She was stunning. She had long, wavy, red hair, bright green eyes. A perfect body. And she looked about his age, maybe a few years older. Wow. She was smoking.
Sam stood.
He could hardly believe it, but the way she stared at him, it looked like she was flirting, like she was really into him. He’d never seen a girl look at him quite like that. He couldn’t believe his luck.
“I’m Samantha,” she said sweetly, stepping forward and extending one hand.
Sam stepped forward and placed his hand in hers. Her skin was so soft.
Was he dreaming? What was this girl doing here, in the middle of nowhere? How did she even get here? He didn’t hear a car pull up, or even hear anyone walking towards the barn. And he’d just got there. He didn’t understand.
“I’m Sam,” he said.
She smiled wide, revealing perfect, white teeth. Her smile was incredible. Sam felt his knees going weak, as she looked directly at him.
“Sam, Samantha,” she said. “I like the sound of that.”
He stared back, at a loss for words.
“I saw you out here and figured you must be cold,” she said. “Want to come in?”
Sam racked his brain, but couldn’t figure out what she meant.
“In?”
“The house,” she said, smiling wider, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, it has walls and windows?”
Sam tried to comprehend what she was saying. Invite him inside the house? The one that was for sale? Why would she invite him in?
“I just bought it,” she said, as if responding to his thoughts. “I didn’t have a chance to take down the For Sale sign yet,” she added.
Sam was shocked. “You bought that house? “
She shrugged. “I had to live somewhere. I’m going to Oakville High. Have to finish my senior year.”
Wow. So, that explained it.
So, she was at Oakville. And a senior. Maybe he’d go back to school, too. Hell, yeah. If she was there, why not?
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he said, as casually as he could. “Why not? Love to check it out.”
They turned and walked together, back towards the house. As they did, Sam walked passed his crumpled pack of cigarettes, reached down and picked them up. With Caitlin gone, who cared?
“So, then, are you, like, new here?” Sam asked.
He knew it was a stupid question. She’d already told him that she was. But he didn’t know what else to say. He was never good at conversation.
She just smiled. “Something like that.”
“Why here?” he added. “I mean, no offense, but this town sucks.”
“Long story,” she said mysteriously.
Something struck him.
“So, like, wait a minute, did you, like, say that you bought the house? As in you? Don’t you mean your parents?”
“No, I mean me. As in me,” she answered. “I bought it myself.”
He still couldn’t understand. He didn’t want to sound like an idiot, but he had to figure this out.
“So, like, the house is just for you? Like, your parents—”
“My parents are dead,” she said. “I bought it myself. For me. I’m 18 now. I’m an adult. I can do whatever I want.”
“Wow,” Sam said, genuinely impressed. “That’s so cool. A whole house to yourself. Wow. I mean, I’m sorry about your parents, but I…I just don’t know anyone like that, like, who owns a house at our age.”
She faced him and smiled. “There a lot of surprises you’re going to find out about me.”
She opened the door and watched as he walked right in, entering the house enthusiastically.
He was so easily led.
She licked her lips, feeling the dull hunger arising in her front teeth.
This was going to be much easier than she’d thought.
SIX
Caleb and Caitlin stood beside the river, staring into each other’s eyes. She trembled as she worried if he were about to say goodbye.
But then something caught his eye, and his line of vision suddenly shifted. He looked at her neckline, and seemed transfixed.
He reached out, and she felt his fingers brush her throat. She felt metal. Her necklace. She had forgotten she was wearing it.
He lifted it and stared.
“What is this?” he asked softly.
She reached up and put her hand over his. It was her cross, her small, silver cross.
“Just an old cross,” she answered.
But before she’d finished saying the words, she realized: it was old. It had been in her family for generations. She hadn’t remembered who gave it to her, or when, but she knew it was ancient. And that it had belonged to her father’s side. Yes. It was something. Maybe even a clue.
He stared intently, examining it.
“This is no normal cross,” he said. “Its edges are curved. I haven’t seen one like this for a thousand years. It is the cross of Saint Peter,” he stared, mesmerized. “How did you get this?”
“I’ve…always had it,” she said breathlessly, her excitement growing.
“This is the mark of an ancient coven. Of Jerusalem. A secret coven, one of extreme power. It was rumored to not even exist. How do you own this?”
She felt her heart pounding. “I….don’t know. I was told it was my father’s. I…hadn’t even thought of it.”
He turned it over gently, looking at the back. His eyes opened wide.
“There is an inscription.”
She nodded, suddenly remembering. Yes. There was an inscription. What?
“Something in Greek, I think,” she said
.
“Latin,” he corrected. “Spina rosam et congregari Salem,” he said, and then looked at her, as if expecting her to understand.
She had no idea. She never had.
“It says: The rose and the thorn meet in Salem.”
He stared at her, and she stared back.
Her mind raced, wondering what that could mean. His eyes had shone with a newfound purpose.
“This was your father’s. It must have been. That inscription is an ancient vampire riddle. He is telling you how to find him. He is telling us where to go next.”
She stared back. “Salem?”
He nodded gravely.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. “I care for you greatly. I don’t want to see you get hurt. This is my war. I don’t want you dragged into it. This will get very dangerous, and you are not a full vampire. You can get hurt. You don’t need to come along, especially now that I know where to go next. You have already helped me more than I can thank you for.”
Caitlin felt her heart sink. Did he not want her around? Or was he trying to protect her? She felt like it was the latter.
“I know I have a choice,” she said. “I choose to be with you.”
He stared at her for a long time, then finally nodded. “OK,” he said.
“Besides,” she added, smiling, “I can hardly let you meet my family alone.”
SEVEN
Kyle walked excitedly down the cobblestone streets of the South Street Seaport, doubling his pace. He had pictured this moment for years.
He turned the corner, and he could already begin to see it. The ship. His ship.
Disguised as a historic sailing ship on display from a European country, it would be docked at the Seaport for a week. How stupid these humans were. They could believe almost anything. Too trusting to think to check the hull of a piece of history. To realize that it could be the means of their death. Their Trojan horse.
Adding stupidity to stupidity, inane tourists flocked around the ship, delighted to see this piece of history under their noses. If only they knew.
Kyle elbowed his way past the crowds, and headed down an alleyway. Four hulking men stood guard, but when they looked up and saw him coming, they all nodded in recognition and quickly stepped aside. All members of his race. All dressed in black, and as tall as he. Kyle could feel the rage coming off of them to, and it relaxed him. It always felt better to be around his kind.