The Vampire's Spell - Kiss of The Night: Book 3

by Lucy Lyons

  Thank you, she said.

  Peter lost his grip on Landon as the first shots rang out across the street. Will must have come to help them after all. Peter felt his back slam against the outside wall of the house and stick there. He felt like he was being crushed as Landon’s new powers burst forth in full force. He knew that Landon was barely keeping a rein on his abilities and soon they would be completely out of his control. They would tear him apart from the inside out, as well as anyone in his vicinity. He might take out the whole town when his psychic bomb finally exploded.

  Peter gritted his teeth against the force of Landon’s power. A bullet whizzed inches past Landon’s head and lodged into the wall beside Peter. Landon didn’t even look startled. He must have seen the bullet coming already. But there was a momentary lapse in his concentration which allowed Peter to gain the upper hand. He charged and Landon and they fought one another hand-to-hand. Landon seemed to be trying to regain his grip on his powers but Peter could sense them slipping. A tree in the yard cracked in half as Peter flung Landon by the collar out into the street. Peter could sense the energy in the air radiating off Landon like a nuclear bomb. One false move and the street would be obliterated along with everyone on it.

  As Landon struggled to pick himself up, Peter chanced a glance around. The townspeople were fighting Landon’s clan fiercely, but he couldn’t tell who was winning.

  “On your left!” Ashe shouted, and Peter spun around just in time to catch one of the vampires coming at him. He caught the woman by the shoulders and shoved her away from him. A bullet passed through her chest and she crumpled to the ground. Peter felt sick, knowing that same fate could be his at any moment. But the gunman was already off chasing another vampire and did not pay any attention to Peter.

  Peter heard Ashe scream. He turned to see that Landon was holding her to him, threatening her with his teeth against her neck.

  One move, Landon’s words filled Peter’s head, and I tear her to pieces.

  Ashe whimpered as Landon leered over her. Peter could sense fragments of Landon’s thoughts like shrapnel flying through the air. He was losing control of his borrowed powers with every minute that passed.

  Landon backed slowly down the street with Ashe held in front of him like a human shield. Peter wanted to save her but he knew Landon would make good on his promise if Peter so much as moved a muscle. Peter felt powerless as he watched Ashe grow farther away from him. There was nothing he could do. So he would have to do something desperate.

  He waited until Landon and Ashe were close to one of the thick telephone poles across the street. Peter focused his mental energy, willing the pole to move. If he was lucky, incredibly lucky, the pole would hit Landon or at least startle him enough to let go of Ashe without hurting her. If not, it would get them both. The weight of the pole would pin Landon long enough for Peter to finish him before tending to Ashe. This kind of plan would not have been possible if Ashe had still been human. As a vampire, her life was much less fragile.

  The telephone pole creaked and groaned, seeming to bend at an impossible angle before cracking into two. Wires snapped as the pole crashed down on top of Landon, pinning him to the concrete with the added weight of Peter’s telekinetic power holding it there. Ashe rolled out of the way just in time to miss the same fate. She landed hard but seemed relatively unhurt.

  Landon scrabbled against the concrete trying in vain to free himself. The pole seemed to vibrate but it didn’t budge. Peter was too strong, and Landon’s powers were growing highly unstable. The very ground seemed to shake with psychic energy.

  “Give up,” Peter yelled.

  Landon screeched like a caught animal. He seemed to flicker for a second, then double, before resolving back into a solid form. The shaking in the ground got worse.

  Peter gritted his teeth and the telephone pole sank a little lower. Ashe stood frozen watching the scene. She wanted to help Peter but feared getting any closer to Landon. She looked around but the others were too busy fighting Landon’s army. They couldn't help her.

  Peter shouted at her, “Ashe, you have to leave!”

  She could hear Landon’s voice in her head crying out in agony. Terrible images started flooding her head and she had to make a conscious effort to build a wall around her mind to block them.

  “Ashe, just go!”

  Ashe knew that Peter was sacrificing himself for her, but she couldn't bear to leave him. They would defeat Landon together or they would both die trying. An eternity without Peter by her side would be meaningless. It was all or nothing.

  “Hold on,” she shouted back to Peter then ran to the truck. She flung open the door and reached across the driver’s seat to the cigarette lighter and pushed it inwards to start it heating up. While she waited for it to heat, she went to the back of the truck and hauled out the red gas can that was luckily half-full of the incendiary liquid. Then she ran back to where Landon was and started dousing him with gas.

  “You don’t have to do this,” Peter said. “You should just go.”

  There was an electric humming in the air, and cracks appeared in the asphalt below where Landon lay. Landon himself was babbling incoherently. He seemed to have lost his mind.

  Ashe ran back to the truck to check the cigarette lighter. It had just finished heating as she was opening the door.

  “Get back!” she yelled to Peter as she pulled the lighter from its socket.

  Peter sprinted towards Ashe as she threw the lighter at Landon. It looked like it was going to land too far away, but it corrected itself mid-course no doubt guided by Peter’s telekinesis.

  Peter made it to the safety of the car door just as the explosion sounded. He shielded Ashe with his body, bearing the brunt of the shockwave as the flame from the gasoline hit the fumes in the air and ignited. The truck rocked on its tires, then wobbled to a stop. Even with Peter’s cool arms around her, Ashe could feel the heat from the blazing fire that the explosion left in its wake. Ashe peeked carefully out from behind the truck’s door. There was little left of the telephone pole besides a charred black mass, and even less of Landon remaining. Peter helped Ashe to her feet and hugged her tight.

  “It’s over,” he said, and Ashe hoped that this time it truly was.

  CHAPTER 6

  The street, which had until recently been a battleground, was now eerily silent except for the last embers of flame which were crackling along the ashen remains of the telephone pole. The bodies of Landon’s relatives lay motionless in the street, along with several members of the town who had come out with Will to help fight them. The remaining townspeople were regrouping slowly around the site of the explosion. Peter watched them with a wary eye, keeping Ashe hidden behind him. They had run out of bullets and most now carried improvised weapons they had picked up in the course of the fighting. Peter had no doubt they were planning to use those weapons on himself and Ashe.

  A few of the townspeople had taken notice of Peter and were now coming his way. Peter knew the look on their faces, the fear and hatred that made them blind to the reality of what had just happened. Peter and Ashe had saved the town. If Landon hadn’t been stopped, he would have blown half the town of Morris into smithereens.

  Peter tried to keep Ashe hidden as the hunters approached, but she stepped out from behind him and held on to his hand. She hadn’t left him when he was fighting Landon, and she wouldn’t leave him now. They were in this together until the end.

  “It’s him,” Jerry said stopping short of the truck. He held a wooden stake in his hand whose tip was stained black. His hands were wet with the same color. Peter remembered the days he had spent working side-by-side with the man. It all seemed so long ago.

  A woman Peter recognized as one of their neighbors waved towards Ashe. “You can come with us, sweetie. Don’t worry. We won’t let him hurt you.”

  Ashe held more tightly to Peter’s hand, squeezing until he could feel the bones shift. He squeezed back reassuringly.

  “I’m not g
oing anywhere,” Ashe said. “And I won’t let you hurt him.” She pulled her lips back into a threatening grin. Her new vampire fangs shone white in the flickering firelight.

  The woman gasped. “She’s one of them!”

  Jerry took another step forward. “We’ll just have to kill you both, then.”

  “No we don’t.” The blond man from Ashe’s memories appeared out of the crowd, his face streaked with soot and the gun in his hand bloody along the barrel. It was the first Peter had seen of Will since the battle’s start. He had kind eyes and a stoic expression, and Peter could see why Ashe had found a friend in him. If things had been different, maybe Peter could have too.

  Will put a hand on Jerry’s shoulder forcing him back. Peter saw a black look cross Jerry’s face, but Will didn’t seem to notice. Will turned to face the group of hunters.

  “They’re no danger to us. We should let them go.”

  There were shouts of dissent. The hunters were too keyed up from the battle. They had lost friends, maybe even family in the fighting. They were not about to let two vampires walk free.

  “Those things we fought tonight,” Will said, wiping blood from a gash on his lip earned during the fighting with the vampires, “are not the same as the two people who stand in front of you. We know Ashe, and Peter, and they’re good people. No one has gone missing since they moved here, and not one of us has been turned. This isn’t twenty years ago. Not all vampires are bad.”

  Jerry didn’t seem convinced. He shoved Will to try and get past him. Will countered with a punch to the jaw that not only stopped Jerry but quieted most of the others as well.

  He turned to Ashe. “Go, while you still have the chance.”

  Ashe stood rigid. She seemed to still be in shock from the battle. “Come on,” Peter tugged at her arm. “He’s right. We have to go.”

  Ashe let Peter lead her away from the truck, back towards their own house and the car still parked in the driveway. The battle was over, and their time in Morris was at a close. There was nothing to do but get in the car and drive far, far away.

  They were back on the road, but this time there was a destination in mind. Shortly after leaving the house, Peter had called his parents. They had already made arrangements for Ashe and Peter to meet them in Europe, after finding out about Ashe’s transformation from Winnie and becoming concerned about the repercussions it would have with the rest of the clan. Ashe was glad to be leaving the country. She needed a change of scenery, a new life. She promised herself that this time things would be better. It couldn’t always be bad. Ashe wouldn’t let it.

  Ashe watched the streets of Morris roll by for the last time. The theater was nearly finished, with its grand re-opening less than a month away. It was too bad Peter would not be able to see the result of all his hard work, though after finding out about the theater’s past it would have been impossible for him to enjoy being there anyway. A little while later they passed the library. The trees out front looked even more sinister in the gloom than they did during the day, but the building itself was beautiful as ever. The clock face on the building showed an early hour of the morning. Ashe felt weary but didn’t want to sleep. She needed to know the town of Morris was far behind her before she could close her eyes.

  The night sky warmed as the stars gave way to the glow of dawn. The miles blurred together as they tended to do on long car trips, but still Ashe watched the scenery out her window. She wanted to keep Peter company as he drove. It didn’t matter that they were too tired to talk; just knowing that they were sharing the same view of the sun coming up through the fog on the horizon was enough. Once the fog cleared, they would have to change direction to be out of the direct path of sunlight, but for now they could enjoy the experience.

  They had been driving for a few hours when they stopped at a small roadside gas station. It reminded Ashe of the one in Morris, where she had made her decision to stop their running and try and make a life for themselves. She had still been human then, and naive. Now she knew what the world was like for people like Peter. Now she was one of them. She would never make the same mistakes again.

  As Peter washed the smashed bugs from the windshield, Ashe went inside to pay for gas and grab a snack. They hadn’t had time for breakfast and Ashe was starving. She bought a donut and a coffee and headed back to the car. Chances were; they wouldn’t stop again until evening. They had a plane to catch that night and too many miles in between. If only Peter’s parents had realized just how far they were from any international airports, Ashe thought, they wouldn’t have been in such a situation.

  “What’s in the bag?” Peter asked as Ashe got into the car. She pulled out the donut, realizing she wasn’t feeling very hungry after all. She threw it back in the bag and took a sip of coffee instead.

  Peter made a motion to stop her but he was too late. The liquid burned her tongue and made her eyes water. She felt sicker than she ever had before, her body rejecting the coffee as if it were poison. But it was poison, she thought. Anything but blood was now dangerous to her.

  Peter rubbed her back as she choked out the remainder of the coffee. Ashe felt like crying but found she could not. Instead she felt only a deep ache in her chest and a cold that was entirely different from the chill of death that was always around her. Ashe told herself it was stupid to be so upset over a cup of coffee, but in truth it was much more than that. She would never enjoy real food again, nor the warmth of a sunny day or the fluttery feeling in her heart whenever Peter kissed her. Time would start to move at a strange pace as she got used to watching the world around her age without her. She was a vampire now and there was no going back, no second chances at a normal human life.

  Peter put his arm around her. “I know it’s hard,” he said. “But you’ll get used to it. It’s not all bad, trust me.”

  Ashe leaned into him. She wanted to believe him, but right now it was still too hard.

  “Let me show you something,” he said. He took his arm from around her and turned the key in the ignition.

  “Don’t we have a plane to catch?” Ashe asked.

  “It’ll only take a minute,” Peter replied giving her no hint as to where they were headed. Ashe was left to wonder as left the gas station and turned in the opposite direction of where they were headed. There wasn’t much in the area except the gas station and the surrounding woods.

  Peter pulled off the main road and onto a dirt path that led towards the woods. The trees soon surrounded the car they were driving and Ashe had the sneaking suspicion that Peter had no idea where he was going. Not long after, Peter stopped the car.

  “We’re here,” he said.

  There was nothing around them but the dirt road and the forest. Ashe didn’t know why he had chosen this place to stop over any others. Nevertheless, she got out of the car.

  “What did you want to show me?” she asked.

  Peter jogged around to her side of the car, the hint of a smile on his lips. She didn’t trust his expression.

  “Tag, you’re it,” he said, slapping her lightly on the shoulder.

  “Are you serious?” Ashe asked. Though she wasn’t clumsy by any means, she had never been much of an athlete. Besides, she hadn’t had the urge to play tag since she was in elementary school, and even then it had seemed a little too childish for her. Ashe had always preferred to play the piano or read to running around the neighborhood with kids who didn't know the difference between a dictionary and a thesaurus. Ashe had always felt out of place with people her age. It was no wonder she got along so well with Peter.

  But Peter was looking at her right now with such expectation to indulge in his childish game of tag that she had no choice but to give in. “Fine,” she grumbled. “You’d better start running.”

  Peter sprinted off through the trees and Ashe followed. Immediately she noticed a difference from before. Her movements were swift and sure, her muscles far stronger than even the most well-trained runner. It was more like gliding than running, and
she had never felt anything like it. She realized at once why Peter had brought her out here. He wanted her to experience the full potential of her new powers. He wanted her to know that being a vampire wasn’t all bad.

  But no matter how fast she ran, or how good it felt, Ashe could not catch up with Peter. She tried to reach out to him with her mind, to track his movements through what he was seeing. She caught fleeting glimpses of him through the trees but even those grew farther apart until she was entirely alone. It was clear that she still had a lot of learning to do before she could be a match for the likes of Peter.

  Ashe reached out her mental net again, scanning the forest for Peter’s consciousness. She was slowly getting the hang of using her new powers, practicing whenever she could and mostly on Peter. She had learned not to try while he was driving, however, after a close encounter with a tree trunk caused by her trying to project images into his mind. The car had been spared, luckily, but Ashe promised after that not to exercise her abilities while Peter was in operation of any vehicles or in particular need of his mental faculties. This game of tag, however, was a different matter. She would use whatever advantage she had to catch him.

  There was something alive, running fast ahead of her. It wasn’t Peter but it caught Ashe’s attention and she changed course to pursue it. It had a small, thudding heartbeat and its blood was pumping fast. Ashe could almost taste the fear coming off it in waves. It must have known a predator was on its tail.

  Her fangs extended and her vision tunneled towards the rustling underbrush ahead of her. Ashe was spurred on by her hunger for fresh blood. Until now she had survived on the jars of blood Peter had packed with them before leaving Morris, but the jars had been on ice in a cooler in the back of the car and tasted of death. Ashe wanted live blood, and soon she would get it.

  She pounced on her prey, catching it with her new lightning quick reflexes and sinking her fangs into its throat. The creatures struggled in her grip then was still. Sweet, warm blood welled up in Ashe’s mouth. It was a wild taste, like of the forest itself. She could barely believe how good it felt to finally, truly feed on a living animal. Ashe drank until the blood stopped flowing, and only then did she come back to her senses. When she did, she was aware of two things. One was the animal still gripped in her red-stained hands, a fluffy cottontail rabbit like one of those from a fairy tale but with its head at an unnatural angle and its glassy eyes staring unseeing up at her. The second thing she became aware of was the wolf.