Rise of the Fallen 1 - My Soul to Keep

by Sean Hayden

  “Yes,” Clarisse answered for me.

  “Then yes. I want to be a vampire!”

  I didn’t even have to ask Clarisse what to do. I didn’t even have to ask Brett for clarification as to what the word vampire meant to him. I pulled the image and the abilities straight from his mind and felt the magic around us gather.

  Instead of pulling it into me and guiding it into Brett, I pulled it out of the air and flung it at him like he was the target in a game of dodge-ball. I even saw it strike his chest in a shower of blue sparks.

  He cried out when it hit him and fell to the ground, quite dead.

  “Jeez, Connor. What the hell did you do?” Clarisse ran past me and knelt at Brett’s side.

  I didn’t get what she meant, so I walked over to his prone form. I saw his skin turn pale and every blemish visible on his face melted away. His skin became like porcelain and his greasy, short hair grew longer and almost glowed under the light of the garage floodlights. His nails grew longer and the chewed edges smoothed into neat ovals. His mouth opened exposing glistening fangs. I raised my eyebrows in appreciation at what I'd done. Brett was now a perfect vampire.

  “He seems okay to me,” I said to the top of Clarisse’s head as she studied the changes happening to Brett.

  “It should have taken days. How the hell did you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Hurl the magic at him like a weapon. No Seeker has ever been able to do that before. We usually just touch them with the magic and it does all the work over time.”

  “You’re asking the wrong guy. I’m the noob, remember?”

  “Well, be more careful in the future.” She stood up and stayed there until Brett coughed and sat up. Immediately he noticed his hands and skin color and smiled like he'd gotten a puppy for Christmas.

  “Thank you!”

  “Don’t thank him yet,” Clarisse started. “First of all, to your parents and friends you must remain normal. Worm, give him the orb.”

  I reached in my pocket and pulled out the sphere. I brought it down to Brett’s wrist and set it there, watching it as it turned into a broad, somewhat heavy metal looking watch with a black band and a skull on the face. As soon as it wrapped itself around his wrist, his skin took on a healthier color and his normal, grungy look returned.

  “Cool,” Brett said as soon as he noticed.

  “It is. Keep it with you at all times. It not only makes you look human, it actually stops the sun from burning you into a charcoal briquette. Savvy?”

  “Completely, ma’am.” That earned him an eye roll from Clarisse.

  “You need to feed, but you can’t kill any humans! That’s rule numero uno and trust me, you don’t want to break rule number one. Ever.”

  Even I shuddered at Clarisse’s speech. She hadn’t given it to me and I briefly wondered why. I probably didn’t want to know the answer anyway.

  Brett nodded and gulped more than a little. “When do you get my soul?” Maybe he was even smarter than I gave him credit for.

  “Don’t end up dead, and don’t break rule number one,” she called over her shoulder as she walked down the driveway.

  I gave Brett a quick wave and followed Clarisse. “You want a ride home, worm?”

  “Sure.”

  We walked past the house. Her Harley had vanished, but her bug sat out in the street. She needed to show me how to do that.

  “Get in.”

  “Is it locked?” I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask. She gave me the bird and I lifted the handle, letting myself in before she did. I looked at her and her eyes were glowing as she slid into her seat.

  “Good work back there. Not bad for a newbie.”

  “Thanks,” I said and closed the door.

  We rode in silence back to le chateau du Sullivan. When she pulled up to the driveway all I got was a heartfelt and enthusiastic, “Get out.”

  “Is everything okay, Clarisse?”

  “Peachy keen, now get the hell out of my car. Tomorrow is Saturday. Expect to train most of the day. Sunday, too.”

  “I can’t Sunday, I have a date.”

  I heard her head snap as she finally turned to look at me. Before I could even register the impact of her fist against my face, it blasted me out of the opened door of the little pink Bug.

  Lying on the side of the road, I watched in confusion as she drove away.

  Chapter 12

  “Are you ready, worm?”

  Saturday was trash day. One of the few chores I had around the house was garbage duty. Not only did I have to empty the trash in the house, I had to make sure the bins outside were raccoon proof at all times, and haul it all out to the curb twice a week. Such a glamorous life I lead.

  Because of the scraping noise of plastic on concrete from hauling the bins out to the curb, I didn’t hear Clarisse sneak up on me. I turned around and saw no sign of her car or motorcycle, just her standing there in jeans and a T-shirt. She looked like standing five feet away from me was the last place in the universe she wanted to be.

  “Good morning to you, too, Clarisse.” I turned around and started walking toward the house.

  Her footsteps behind me let me know she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. I did my best not to run inside and slam the door in her face. The truth was Clarisse scared the hell out of me. Unstable didn’t even begin to describe her, nor did bipolar. You didn’t just walk around punching people in the face and smashing trees into them. It’s just not right. Her hand on my shoulder stopped me as I reached for the door.

  “Connor, wait.”

  I stopped moving forward, but I didn’t turn around. “Why?” I really wanted to know. I hoped she had a good reason for me not to leave her standing there.

  “I’m sorry.”

  I turned around. Slowly. Of all the things I'd been expecting to come flying out of her mouth, an apology wasn’t one of them. “What did you say?”

  “I said I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” A billion other things flashed through my head to say. The realization I might actually be the first person Clarisse had apologized to in the last thousand years told me to keep my mouth shut.

  “No, it’s not, but one apology is all you get. Thank you.”

  “Don’t mention it, Clarisse.”

  “Oh, I won’t. Ever,” she finished without batting an eyelash. “Are you ready?”

  “For what?”

  “Training.”

  I sighed and held up a finger. It was just my index finger and not the one I wanted to give her. She cocked an eyebrow and I opened the door leading into our small kitchen. Mom sat at the Formica kitchen counter drinking coffee and reading the Cedar Hills Tribune. “Hey, Mom?”

  She stopped mid sip and turned to look at me over her shoulder. She could see Clarisse standing on the back stoop behind me and looked pleased. “Yes, honey?”

  “I’m gonna head to the mall with Claire. Is that okay?”

  “Are you going to introduce me first?” I could tell by her voice, it wasn’t a request.

  I looked behind me and saw Clarisse looking quite amused and pleased with herself. “Want to meet my mom?”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she whispered and pushed past me through the narrow outer door. “Hi, Mrs. Sullivan, I’m Claire.” She crossed the distance and held out her hand for Mom to shake.

  “It is a pleasure to meet you, dear.” I groaned at the “dear”. Mom called everybody “dear”.

  “Well, we gotta get going, Mom. We’ll be back later. Soon. Very soon.”

  “Take your time, kiddo. Do you need any money?”

  “I’m good,” I replied wanting to get out of there more than anything else I’ve ever wanted in my life. I turned to leave but Clarisse half grabbed my arm.

  “Did you tell your mom?” I saw the wicked gleam in her eye and groaned.

  “Tell my mom what?” I really didn’t want to know. I really, really, really didn’t want to know.

  “T
hat you’re taking me to the Halloween dance at school, silly.”

  “I am?” My heart sank somewhere below my bellybutton. Jessie’s face crumpled into tears in my head. She would never forgive me, especially after my endless assurances yesterday that I had absolutely no feelings for Claire whatsoever.

  “Don’t tell me you forgot already!” The laughter in her eyes made me want to throw her halfway across town.

  “How could I possibly forget you, Claire? You’re my reason for living,” I said with as much venom as I could muster.

  “Connor, what’s the matter with your eyes?” Mom sounded concerned. I looked at her wondering what she was talking about.

  “What?”

  She stood up and walked over to me. In a classic "mom" move, she took my head in her hands and turned it from side to side. She looked very confused. “That is weird. I could have sworn your eyes were red.”

  Realization hit and I knew we needed to get out of there. I didn’t have my orb anymore and if Clarisse insisted on pissing me off, it better be several miles away from my mom and dad. “Must have been the light from the ceiling fan, Mom. You ready to go, Claire?”

  “Sure, wo…Connor.”

  “Well, you two kids have fun,” Mom said and smiled, letting go of my face.

  “Thanks, Mom.” I turned and motioned for Clarisse to lead the way. It’s childish I admit, but as soon as she turned around I stuck my tongue out at her. As soon as we were outside and away from the back door, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “What the hell were you thinking, Clarisse?”

  “Whatcha mean, worm?” I wanted to wipe the smile off her face with a belt sander or maybe even one of those commercial metal grinders that could cut through bank vaults. That might be better.

  “Telling my mom I’m taking you to the Halloween dance! I’m not going,” I said slowly.

  “With me?”

  “At all! I can’t dance, I don’t dance, and I won’t dance! You had no right.”

  “And here I thought I might be doing you a favor. I’m sorry, worm. Here, I’ll go tell your mother you don’t want to go with me…” She turned and started walking back toward the house. I knew she was bluffing, so I called it. I let her walk up the steps, put her hand on the handle, push it down, open the door, start to walk inside…maybe she wasn’t bluffing. In a panic, I ran back into the house. Mom sat there, mug of coffee in her hand, and listened intently to whatever Clarisse had been saying.

  “Hey, Connor, I’m doing what you told me.”

  “Claire, I was only joking. Mom, don’t pay any attention to my friend here. I think her parents forgot to medicate her this morning.”

  Mom looked at me like I was the one who skipped their medication. “I’m confused. You don’t want a ride to the dance?”

  “No, we don’t. It should be nice out, I think a nice walk to the school might be good for the two of us,” I spat out and ignored the smug look on Clarisse’s face as I gently took her arm and led her through the back door. Again.

  “Gotcha,” she whispered.

  “Kiss my ass,” was all I could come up with.

  * * *

  The staff Clarisse conjured out of mid-air swept in an arc that knocked both my legs from underneath me and left me lying on my back looking up at her. She brought the staff down with enough speed I barely brought mine up in time to stop her from cracking my skull open.

  “Good block!”

  “Will you take it easy? Jeez, you have like thousands of years on me, Clarisse.”

  “Don’t be a baby. I think you’re ready for swords.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Swords, you know, sharp pointy metal things,” she said and tossed the staff away. It promptly vanished into nothing.

  “How about you teach me how to do that instead?”

  “Do what?” Clarisse leaned over and offered me a hand. I warily accepted it and she hauled me to my feet. I handed her the staff and she tossed it away into nothingness just like hers.

  “Pull stuff out of midair. Teach me how to do that.”

  “I don’t know if you’ll be able to, but we’ll give it a shot. Now pay attention. I can call any weapon into existence just like I do my car and motorcycle. This is a dangerous world we live in. Humans have to be afraid of other humans, but we have to be wary of everything. We’re not the most popular of entities in the world. Even the humans we change and help often resent us for buying their souls. You need to be careful out there.”

  I nodded my understanding. Seeing the vampires in my homeroom made me believe her. “I get it.”

  She nodded. “We’re going to start by calling your true weapon. We each have one, and everyone’s is different. This is mine,” she said and held out her hand. With a burst of light, a silvery thin sword appeared in her hand. As if that wasn’t impressive enough, I stood mesmerized as flames of blue flickered along the length of the blade. “This is Rathsmir, my blade.”

  “That is so friggin’ cool. What will be mine?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m picturing some sort of spectral slingshot or a flaming whiffle-ball bat.”

  “Har, har, har. What do I do?”

  “Hold out your hand like you are holding something. Close your eyes. Look deep inside you and call your power to your hand. If you’re ready, it should come. Don’t get your hopes up, worm. Some of us spend centuries trying to call our weapons.”

  I nodded and closed my eyes, holding out my hand like she said. I could feel my power, not in my head like I would have imagined, but everywhere in my body. It felt like somebody poured hot molten metal inside my skin, but there wasn’t any pain. I could feel my power waiting to be forged.

  Holding my hand out didn’t feel right. I can’t explain why, but with my eyes closed I brought my other hand up too and pulled them apart.

  The chill of metal in both palms startled me and I opened my eyes. In each hand I held an identical sword. They didn’t flame like Clarisse’s. The blades themselves were matte black, the color of coal. Red letters I had never seen before were etched on the blades from the handle to the tip of the curved blades.

  I looked up at Clarisse to smile at my accomplishment, but her face stopped the smile cold. “What?”

  “Get rid of them. Don’t ever call them again. Don’t speak. Don’t do anything. Banish the blades, Connor. They’re not for you.” She jumped into the air, called her wings, and flew away.

  I looked down at the twin blades in my hands and didn’t know what to do. I tossed them away and called my power back.

  They vanished.

  Chapter 13

  Alone, and somewhat confused and depressed, I walked home instead of flying. Saturday night and not a damn thing to do. Immersing myself in some video games and avoiding the rest of the world sounded like a good plan. I hoped to whoever was listening it would be enough to take my mind off of Clarisse’s reaction to what had happened. I wanted to ask her why she freaked out and what I did wrong. I doubted I would have the guts to ask the next time I saw her. Clarisse scared me.

  The walk took less time than I expected and I quickly ended up in front of my door. I went inside expecting Mom and Dad to be home, but the house sat empty and quiet. I didn’t expect Caelyn to be home, so that wasn’t a shock. When was the last time Mom and Dad went out on a Saturday night? I drew a blank.

  Shutting the door behind me I made my way upstairs into the safety and solitude of my cave. I flipped on the TV and launched myself on my bed, landing expertly on my back. I closed my eyes and my thoughts drifted to Jessie. I looked over at the phone sitting there in its cradle. Taking one long deep breath I reached over and picked it up and dialed the number I'd attempted to call fifteen million times. This time instead of hanging up I let it ring and ring and ring. She finally answered.

  “Hello?”

  “Jessie?”

  “Connor! It’s about time you called. Is it still okay if I come over tomorrow?”

  “Absolutely. Do you need a ride? I
can have my parents come get you….”

  “Nope, my dad will drop me off. What time should I be there?”

  “Anytime you like.”

  “I’ll be there about noon. What are you doing now?”

  "Shaving kittens and plucking a chicken for this ritual I found on a cereal box."

  "Huh?"

  "Just kidding. I'm lying in bed talking to you."

  "Hahaha. You're very strange. Have I mentioned how much I like that in a guy?"

  My heart skipped a beat. "I…I…"

  "I'll see you tomorrow, Connor. Sweet dreams."

  Click. Smiling, I set the phone back in its cradle and put my arms behind my head.

  Unfortunately my mind drifted from blissful nothing to thoughts of Clarisse. I needed to talk to her before Jessie came over tomorrow. I had to tell her I couldn’t take her to the stupid Halloween dance so I could ask Jessie.

  Now I had the added bonus of explaining everything to my mother. “Sorry, Mom, I know you like Claire, but she’s a soul stealing demon. I’m dumping her and going to the dance with somebody else.” It probably wouldn't go well.

  The odds of Clarisse showing up at my doorstep were about the same as my sister earning a community service award. That left only one option, finding her. I picked myself up off my bed and made my way outside. I didn't have a clue where Clarisse lived, where she hung out, or where to start looking. My only shot would be the mall. My stomach growled and sealed my decision. I truly didn’t feel like walking though.

  I owned a bicycle, but that is almost as much work as walking. It wasn't fair. Clarisse could pull whatever she needed out of thin air. Then I remembered my swords. I'd done it, too. I figured, “Why not? If she could do it so could I."

  The problem was I had little to no experience driving a vehicle and a fifteen year old driving down the road might cause a little too much suspicion. Motorcycles were out, too. Road rash probably wouldn’t look too good on me and might hurt like a son of a bitch. Immediately my mind said, “Scooter.” It would be perfect. You don’t need a license to drive one, and if I made it look crappy enough, I could tell my parents I'd been saving money and bought it myself. I walked down the steps and concentrated.