Purpose ss-2

by Kristie Cook

  And I understood. I knew then what I was made to do. My purpose in life, just like Tristan had said. I was never meant to be normal. I knew it all along, despite all the lies I told myself, despite the ruses I attempted to make life normal. But that was never really me. That wasn’t Real Alexis. I was Amadis. More than that. I was Amadis royalty. The books, a daughter, eventually leading the Amadis…those were part of my duties. But Real Alexis was created to be the fierce protector. My main purpose in life was to defend souls from evil.

  And Tristan’s was my first.

  “NOW, Alexis. You can do it!” Rina’s voice loud in my head.

  I won’t let you do this to yourself, Tristan! I yelled into his mind. We will WIN!

  I struggled against his power, panting and sweating with effort. I heard Rina and Mom praying. A rush of otherworldly power washed over me, poured over my skin and seeped into my pores, filling my body with strength and force. I gathered all of that force, pulled it from every cell in my body and directed it through my hand to Tristan’s heart, focusing only on the power God had given me and my love for Tristan.

  I know you’re in there, baby. We can beat this together. We can do this. Please, Tristan. Come back to me. Stay with me! I need you! I love you!

  My thoughts escalated as desperation grew. I pushed with every bit of strength I had. And I watched as the scars around his heart began to dissolve and the fire in his eyes dimmed.

  That’s it, baby! Come on. We can do this. You love me! You want to be with me. You and me forever, Tristan!

  His hold on me weakened. I continued pushing the full strength of Amadis power on him.

  Love, Tristan. You WANT to love. You LOVE me. You LOVE Dorian. We love you! We need you!

  DON’T.

  LEAVE.

  ME.

  AGAIN!

  And his power released me.

  I felt instantly free. His body convulsed violently and a painful moan replaced the growls. Then he fell to his knees as I kept Amadis power focused on him. The skin around his heart smoothed and the Amadis mark, now whole, began to brighten. The fire in his eyes died and then disappeared.

  The now hazel eyes, full of pain and regret and love, penetrated my own eyes.

  “Alexis,” he whispered. I took a half-step toward him.

  “NO!” Vanessa screeched, making me freeze, the sound more terrifying than a long-nailed finger scratching against a dark window. “Get her! Get them both!”

  She ran at me. Chaos erupted as everyone responded. The Daemoni sprang toward Tristan and me. The Amadis protectors fought them back. Vanessa, still at least fifteen feet away, jumped and flew through the air toward me. She moved so fast, just a blur of white and black. I didn’t have time to react. Just as she came close enough to feel a rush of air on my neck, she suddenly flew sideways. Her back cracked against a steel post supporting the balcony. The post vibrated with a twang as she crumpled to the ground. My eyes wide with terror and surprise, I swung around to see whose force had saved me. Tristan’s hand still faced toward her.

  He lithely jumped to his feet and, in martial-arts style, he turned, seemingly in slow motion, his power hitting the Daemoni one at a time as his hand swung around in an arc. One-by-one they fell to the ground. Then they each disappeared with a Pop! The storm overhead rapidly shrunk, then vanished.

  We all stood there in the stillness, breathing heavily, looking around to make sure they all disappeared. I could hear every single heart pounding with adrenaline. Then we let out a collective sigh of relief.

  Tristan turned back toward me, agony all over his face.

  “Alexis,” he whispered again.

  I ran for him and jumped into his open arms. He held me tightly as I kissed him all over his face and he kissed me back.

  “I love you, Tristan,” I gasped between desperate kisses and tears. “I love you so much.”

  He squeezed me against him. “I love you, Lexi, my beautiful, brave Lexi, ma lykita.”

  I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes and they filled with love, the gold flecks sparkling brightly.

  “I’m sorry, so sorry.”

  I placed my finger over his lips. “It wasn’t you. And it’s gone. It’s just you and me now.”

  His lips found mine and kissed me with fervent love. Then we just looked into each other’s eyes as I held his face in my hands and stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. I felt a light rippling under my right thumb. Something changed in his skin.

  “Oh!” I continued stroking and then kissing the scar stretching diagonally across his cheek. It gradually dissolved away and he shuddered when it had completely vanished. I did the same to the one around and under his eye and it, too, dissolved. I erased the one on his chin and kissed him all over his beautiful face, each little scar disappearing. I slid my hand over his cheek. No icy ridges. Nothing but soft, velvety skin. “They’re gone. The scars are gone!”

  Keeping one arm tightly around me, he rubbed his other hand over his face. He smiled warmly.

  “The dark magic is gone,” he said. “Gone for good, because of you. You saved me again.”

  I threw my arms around his neck.

  “We save each other,” I said. “We need each other.”

  He nuzzled my hair and murmured, “Yes, my love. Our souls are bound together. Forever.”

  Chapter 23

  “Owen, take care of this.” Rina waved her hand at the destruction as we headed up the stairs and into the house. The shield had already been replaced and the Amadis protectors had walked beyond it and disappeared, except for Julia, who remained at the shield’s edge. Whether she stood guard or simply waited for Rina, I didn’t know.

  Owen rubbed his hands together, as if they were cold and he warmed them, and then thrust them out in front of him. The pieces of the balcony and screen flew back together. As we stood back and watched, he made the movement again toward the glass doors and then with the interior—the furniture, the walls and the kitchen island returned to looking like new. I had to snap my jaw shut, amazed at what I’d just witnessed. As if everything else today is perfectly normal…. I snorted to myself.

  “Get the bedroom, too,” Mom said. I cringed and stared at the floor in embarrassment. Owen seeing it was bad enough. Now Mom and Rina, too?

  “Don’t know why I should bother,” Owen muttered as he headed into the bedroom.

  Tristan squeezed my hand and a guilty smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I wondered why Tristan hadn’t had him fix it before. Perhaps, like Owen, he didn’t see the point of it.

  Rina sat in the chair and signaled for me to sit on the couch. Tristan sat next to me, not letting go of my hand, and I could feel a slight pull of energy through my arm and into his. He strengthened his goodness with my power. Knowing I could do that for him felt strange yet comforting. I gave his hand a squeeze with my own.

  “May I?” Rina asked Tristan, holding her hand out to him. He reluctantly let go of my hand and took Rina’s. She closed her eyes for several long moments, her face tense with concentration. I held my breath as she assessed him. Finally, she relaxed and a smile spread across her face. “Excellent, Tristan.”

  He let go of her hand and picked mine up again, kissing the back of it before clasping it between both of his. I pushed my energy into him, knowing what he needed.

  “Thank you,” he murmured and I had a feeling he meant that for both Rina and me.

  Rina looked at me with her large, mahogany eyes. Less than two weeks ago, both she and Mom could have nearly passed as my daughters. Now we could all be sisters, rather than three generations spanning over a-hundred-and-fifty years. But Rina’s eyes would almost give her away. Not for her age, but for her wisdom.

  “You have waited a long time to hear your story, no?” she asked.

  “Way too long,” I said. My stomach fluttered with anticipation.

  “You have been very patient, I know. And now that you have your full Amadis power, everything will be revealed. There will
be no more secrets.”

  Finally.

  Rina sighed. “Unfortunately, I must ask you to wait a few days longer.”

  What?! Are you kidding me?

  “Sophia and I must return for a debriefing from the council immediately,” Rina continued. “This is not over. In fact, it has just begun. The council must be made aware of everything that has happened and discuss our future. In the meantime, before you can come, you and Tristan, with Owen’s help, need to prepare to start a new life. You have five days to put all of your affairs in order and travel to the Island. Tristan, you have a plan for A.K. Emerson, no?”

  “I did,” Tristan said, “but it included destroying her house in Atlanta. Is it still unsafe there?”

  Rina pursed her lips for a moment. “No, the situation there is under control, but I would rather not lose that property. It may be useful for us.”

  Tristan nodded and considered other solutions. Anxious about the demise of my author’s life, I reached for my pendant, for the calming effect it gave me. I gasped, my fingers feeling only the bare skin of my chest. Tristan’s head snapped toward me.

  “Mom, please say you took off my necklace in the back bedroom,” I said. Tristan disappeared.

  “I don’t see it!” he called from there.

  “No,” Mom said. “I know you don’t ever take it off.”

  “Oh, no! Not good!” I jumped to my feet and frantically searched around the family room, not able to remember now exactly where we’d been when Tristan tried to kill me.

  “It’s not there,” Tristan said, now back in the family room. Mom and Rina exchanged a meaningful look with each other and then with Tristan.

  “Maybe when we flew off the balcony?” I asked. Tristan, Mom and Rina disappeared. I heard them outside on the ground. I tried flashing, too. I did it! And, sucking in air, I fell on my butt when I appeared. It really was disorienting to be in one place and suddenly somewhere else. Owen laughed from the balcony and I shot him a look.

  “You’ll get used to it,” Mom said, lifting me up.

  I walked around a portion of the yard as we each sectioned off areas to search. I could see every blade of grass in twenty different shades of green, little bugs of all shapes and colors and the tiniest specks of dirt and sand. But no necklace or pendant.

  “We have four sets of the best eyes in the world. We have to find it,” Tristan muttered.

  “Owen, can you summon it?” Mom asked.

  I looked up at Owen, wondering why he hadn’t tried by now. He waved his hand and I looked around, I guess expecting it to be flying through the air or something. But there was nothing. He shook his head. Mom’s and Rina’s shoulders slumped.

  “It’s nowhere around here,” he said with a shrug.

  He obviously didn’t understand its importance. Mom and Rina seemed to understand, though. In fact, it seemingly held more significance to them than it even did to me. Once again, they traded pointed looks with Tristan. They all seemed as upset as I felt over its loss, but I was sure for different reasons. To me, the pendant was Tristan’s first gift to me, made by his own hands, and it had served as a lifeline at times. But their expressions gave me the feeling it was more than just a pretty piece of jewelry. I rubbed my bare neckline, feeling partially naked without it.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll find it,” Tristan promised with a squeeze of my hand as we went back inside.

  “As I was saying,” Rina said once we were settled again, “we will hold council on the sixth day and you both will need to be there. Make a plan for Ms. Emerson, Tristan.”

  “I have it now. We still submit the photos to the media, announcing her marriage to her son’s father. Then they go to Greece for a honeymoon.” Tristan winked at me and I could barely follow the rest. I was happy to know that hadn’t changed with the Ang’dora. Even if it made me stupid for a moment or two, I didn’t ever want to lose that effect he had on me.

  “Very good. Five days, no more.” Rina stood up, but then she paused, looking at me. “We will keep your new gift a secret for now.”

  I blinked at her, not understanding. Didn’t all those fighters just…hear…me, though?

  “I monitored their thoughts. You controlled your wall very well. Nobody knows. I would like to keep it as such for the time being. Your gift might be useful in discovering information about the email and the video.”

  Someone knocked on the door. Rina looked toward it, then back at me, her eyebrows raised in a question. I nodded. Then she must have silently invited the visitor in, because a tall, pale woman with long, black hair came through the door and into the kitchen. The same woman who’d accompanied Mom and Rina inside last night, just before I collapsed. Julia gave a slight nod to Rina, Mom and even me, then she just stood there, eyeing me. She made me uncomfortable and I had to look away.

  Something about her felt…different. Owen had said Julia was Rina’s closest advisor, after Solomon, so surely she could be trusted. But she just didn’t feel right to me. The thought of peeking into her mind occurred to me, but I didn’t think I had enough control. Rina would probably end up telling her, if she really was her close advisor, but since I’d just promised Rina not to reveal my gift, I couldn’t take the risk. So I was grateful when Rina finally made the move to leave and Julia moved back toward the door.

  Tristan and I walked them outside. Rina told Owen to accompany them to the airport, as an extra precaution. I had a feeling she would use the opportunity to reprimand him for his lack of attention to his responsibilities. I felt bad for him. Though what Rina said made sense and I could definitely see the truth of it in Owen, a lot of our mishaps were also my fault.

  “Give Dorian hugs and kisses for me,” I told Mom before they left. “And please save our surprise.”

  “Of course, honey,” Mom said as she hugged me. “You work on your powers. Learn what you have and how to use them. Be prepared for anything.”

  Owen snorted.

  “Anyone who can handle Tristan the way she did can handle anyone,” he said. “I thought I did good just to hold him for so long. But, you, Alexis, you literally brought him to his knees.”

  “Ah, Tristan’s easy. I know his weakness.” I saw Owen was about to ask. “But that’s my secret.”

  Tristan squeezed my hand as we watched Mom, Owen, Julia and Rina walk down the driveway, into the brush, and disappear.

  Tristan and I sat on our beach for the sunset. Until now, I hadn’t purposely watched a sunset since our honeymoon. I kneeled behind him, kissing and rubbing the scars away from his back. He’d shuddered several times, but had otherwise been quiet and withdrawn. My own thoughts had been reeling over everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.

  “How can Vanessa and the other vampires come out in daylight? Is that just a myth?” I asked, breaking the silence. His back free of scars and dark magic, I moved to sit in front of him, between his legs, just like the old days.

  He chuckled. “With all the questions you must have, you’re still focused on vampires?”

  I shrugged. “I have been writing about them for the last six years.”

  I’d been curious about this since yesterday in Key Largo, but I really asked now because it was the most trivial of all my questions. I felt the need to lighten the tension hovering over us. It worked—or, at least, distracted him from his heavy thoughts. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and leaned his chin on my shoulder.

  “Can’t your vamps come out in the daytime?” he asked.

  “My vamps have no limitations. They’re the ultimate predators.”

  “And so are real vamps.”

  A seashell in the sand caught my eye and I reached out for it. It came to me without my touching it. I did it again with another one.

  “Whoa,” I breathed.

  Tristan chuckled again. “You’d better be careful or you’ll create bad habits. Next thing you know, you’ll be at a restaurant and the salt shaker moves across the table in front of the waiter.”
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br />   “Good point. But I’m supposed to practice.”

  I made the shells play leap frog with each other. Then I tried to levitate a shell; I couldn’t hold it. A different shell rose and hung in the air, but not by me. I watched Tristan’s hand, but it just looked like he held it out, waiting for someone to shake it. I tried to imitate him, but my shell only hopped up and down.

  “I thought you were the ultimate predator,” I said. “If they have vampires, why did they need to create you?”

  “I’m a warrior, not a predator. There’s a difference,” he said darkly. He made his shell fly into the water. I tried levitating mine again and was able to hold it in the air. “Vamps have their own problems. You can get the scoop from Solomon in a few days.”

  “Solomon?” I tried picturing Rina’s mate. I hadn’t seen him since the day Tristan had disappeared, when they left for the battle. In fact, I’d only seen him twice in my life—the only other time in Mom’s cottage in Cape Heron, when I’d first met Rina, too.

  “Sure. He is a vampire, after all.”

  “Solomon’s a vampire?” The shell fell with my astonishment.

  “What’d you think he is?”

  “I don’t know. Didn’t really think about it.” From what I did remember about Solomon, he looked to be of African descent, but with very pale skin, and he was exceedingly attractive and quite scary, actually…but I didn’t remember fangs, like Vanessa and the others. Of course, I hadn’t known vampires were even real at the time, so I wasn’t exactly looking for them. “So, we have vampires on our side, too?”

  “Of course. That’s what Amadis do, remember? We save the souls of the so-called damned.”

  “That’s an oxymoron. How can we save souls that are already damned?”

  “That’s exactly it. There are some who willingly gave their souls up long ago, but for most, they’re not entirely lost causes. If they’ve been bitten, turned against their will, they can continue to hold onto some humanity. They can hold onto their souls. As long as there’s any hope, Amadis power can lead them to goodness. Like they did with me. Like you did with me.”