SOULED
Diana Murdock
Souled is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific living persons or experiences. The businesses, however, are or have been a part of Sandpoint, Idaho, and are only included in this novel as locales and have not endorsed the opinions/imagination of the author.
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Souled
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Copyright © 2012 Diana Murdock
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I’d like to thank those who have helped me to bring this story to life. Some were with me in the beginning, others in the middle, and still others toward the end, but each one had so much to contribute at each stage. I must mention, though, the final push to write “The End” came from my fabulous sistas of HDSA, a group of talented writers I’ve been fortunate to be a part of. Thank you with all my heart.
My thanks reach out to my early readers: Jesse, Caleb, Maria, Natascha, Mala, Muzna, Ginger, and Teresa.
I also had great input from Sabrina and Alicia, awesome girls who know their stuff.
Special thanks to Coach Mike Randles of Sandpoint High School for his expertise on the wrestling scenes, and to Cassia, Judi, and Martha for their valuable insight of earth energy.
And to Toria, Kathleen, and Theresa, I am eternally grateful for the many hours you spent scrutinizing each page and making the words shine.
Cover Photographer: Victoria McCune
Cover Design: Steve McCune
Models: Scott and Elaina
Make-up: Kimberlee Langford
Tattoo Design: Crystalyn Abercrombie
I WILL NOT BOW
©2009 Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Publisher(s) Unknown. All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 8 Music Square West, Nashville, TN 37203. All rights reserved. Used by permission.
BREATH
Words and Music by Benjamin Burnley and Mark J. Klepaski
©2006 Seven Peaks Music and Breaking Benjamin Music
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I WILL NOT BOW
From Touchtone Pictures SURROGATES
Words and Music by Benjamin Burnley and Jason Rauch
©2009 Seven Peaks Music, Breaking Benjamin Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC and Eden’s Lullaby
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PROLOGUE
450 A.D.
Fingertips of fire seared his flesh as Silura trailed her hand along the length of his heavily-corded arm.
“In exchange for your body and soul, I offer you the world and all that it holds. You will know immense power and you shall want for nothing.” The violet of her eyes glowed under his gaze. “What say you?”
He flexed his muscle instinctively, recognizing the power in her touch. “You wish that I forsake all others and become your consort?”
Her fingers curled slightly, her nails pressing lightly onto his bronzed skin. “You find that distasteful?”
The corners of his lips raised in amusement. “Quite the contrary. I find it to be… most interesting.” He raised his hand to stroke the line of her jaw and followed it back to the nape of her neck. Leaning toward her, he drew her face close to his, holding himself a breath away.
When he spoke again his voice was honey-sweet, sending a shiver up her spine. “So, my body and soul. That is the only price?”
Her brow rose in a graceful arc.
Laughter rumbled deep in his chest. “There is always a price for everything, is there not?”
Yes. There was always a price, she thought. She would do anything for him. She wanted his heart to be hers, and would gladly give him her own. She knew she could not compel his loyalty, for only true love could command that. But, she vowed, she would give him reasons enough to remain at her side. She felt a pull of possessiveness she had never before known.
She winced at her weakness. A powerful sorceress, reduced to a love-sick fool! But to have his body and soul was well worth the title of Fool.
“The price is mine to bear,” she whispered. She dared not ask for his love, for if he refused, it would shatter her. But surely love would come with time.
It must…
SETH
"I Will Not Bow"
Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't wanna change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
Watch the end through dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to Heaven
All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away
And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I'm not proud, cold-blooded fate
I will shut the world away
The desires of the boy are many. In him, I see the chance to regain my strength. I must convince him of my power. Total control of his mind must be mine. That is the only way that I can be released.
~ Maksim
Chapter 1
My girlfriend, Dani, stood very still with her elbows pressed against her sides, apparently oblivious to everything going on around her. The bowling alley was always packed, always loud on Friday nights. In our little Idaho town of only 6,000 people, about the only place to go on the weekends during the winter and spring months was the bowling alley. Despite the other bowlers’ laughing and shouting and the noises coming from the arcade, Dani’s focus was on the solitary pin staring her down from the far end of the lane.
“She’s good.” The voice slithered over me—a voice I’d know anywhere.
The muscles in my back cinched up and my shoulders squared off when I heard Dirk’s voice, but my eyes never left Dani.
Beside me, Justin, my best friend, glanced over his shoulder at Dirk and lifted his chin a fraction before turning away.
“Yes! Beat that, Seth!” Dani turned and sauntered towards me, smiling at her pin takedown, but the corners of her mouth dropped when she saw Dirk.
He was one of the best wrestlers at Sandpoint High School, by far the cockiest, and, hands do
wn, the biggest jerk. Inexplicably, a lot of the girls at the high school saw him as some kind of god or something.
Fortunately, Dani wasn’t one of them.
“Nice one, Dani,” said Dirk.
He was so full of shit. The only time he gave out compliments was when he wanted something. In this case, it was Dani.
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s Danika to you.” The words smacked the air like a rubber band.
One of the many things I loved about her: she could handle herself.
“Okay, Danika,” Dirk grinned. “I’ll take you up on your offer to beat that.”
“I wasn’t talking to you,” she said, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder and turning her back to him.
But I couldn’t keep my back to him. I didn’t trust him. He played dirty both on and off the wrestling mat, getting serious pleasure in whatever pain he could inflict. There was no question which side of the line of good and bad he walked. Dirk had probably carved up dead cats when he was a kid. No, I had no doubt he’d stab me in the back, given the chance. Hell, he’d stab me in the chest.
And he’d probably get away with it. His parents owned one of the biggest houses on Ponder Point, right on Lake Pend Oreille, and they knew all the important people in Sandpoint, including the police chief.
I’d been to Dirk’s house once when his family had a housewarming party a few years ago. They’d just moved here and he’d invited everyone in his classes. We’d been in algebra together during our freshman year.
That was before we had gotten to know each other. Before we realized we hated each other.
I stood and faced him. Both of us were about the same build—big, around six feet tall, with wide shoulders—but his muscles were a little thicker, a lot like his head. His dark, short-cropped hair made him look like he’d come straight off an army recruiting brochure.
“I don’t remember inviting you,” I said.
Dirk very deliberately sized me up and smirked.
As if that would intimidate me.
“Go back to your own lane,” I said quietly, tipping my chin in that direction. My hands ached from fisting up. I wanted so badly to knock that smirk off his face.
Dirk looked past my shoulder. “Maybe some other time then, huh, Danika?” He laughed and turned around.
It killed me to let him walk away. But I had to. I refused to let him provoke me.
“Hey.” Justin stepped in front of me and punched my shoulder.
Justin may be shorter than I am, but he packed just as much muscle on his body.
“Forget about him, man. He’s just being a dick, as usual,” he said. “Let’s finish the game.” He turned and headed toward the carousel. “Besides, we can’t let a girl win, can we?”
Dani reached up to hit him upside the head as he walked by, but Justin ducked right before she could make contact.
“You might as well give it up, boys,” Dani proclaimed. “This girl has this game in the bag.” Then she tugged on my arm and pulled me into a hug. “Let it go, babe,” she whispered.
I took a deep breath and the tension in my back eased up a little. She was everything in my life, and I was pretty sure she felt the same way I did. Why, then, couldn’t I shake the feeling that she’d find someone better, someone who could give her more?
“I hate the way Dirk looks at you,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.
“Hey, he’s not worth the energy,” Dani shrugged.
Okay. I’d drop it for now, but I would never let it go.
I looked over Dani’s head at the scoreboard. “Looks like I have some catching up to do.” I turned Dani around just in time to watch Justin’s ball knock down all ten pins.
# # #
After school that Monday, I pulled my truck into my driveway. Man, I was still wound up about Dirk. He had enough girls to choose from. Why did he have to go after mine? Let it go, let it go, I thought. Right now I had more important things to think about. Like finding a birthday present for Dani.
I pushed open the front door of the house and stepped into the small hallway leading to the living room, walking past the family photos that hung on the wall, past the photos of Mom.
I really missed her; some days more than others. I missed the way the three of us hung out together every Friday night—our family movie night. That was our routine. After a week at work and school, we’d pop in a movie and have popcorn and ice cream—vanilla ice cream with hot fudge and heaps of whipped cream. That was the one night Mom would let me eat as much ice cream as I wanted.
But life was different now. School, homework, and wrestling practice all week hadn’t changed, but coming home every day to an empty house was now part of my life. It took getting used to at first, but now the silence wasn’t so loud.
A lot of kids at my school have it far worse than I do, but then again some have it better. Since Mom died, Dad has tried to make ends meet the best he could. He drove a semi, logging enough miles so we could live comfortably. I told him I’d get a job to help out, but he insisted I focus on school and wrestling so I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship for college.
After turning the heater on just enough to break the chill in the air, I headed to my room to finish what I’d been doing for the last couple of weeks: obsessing over finding the right birthday present for Dani. I had done the same thing the last two years for her birthday, and both years I’d made myself crazy trying to find her the perfect gift. I never had much cash to work with, so I always needed to make every penny count. I’d lost track of how many hours I’d spent on my computer surfing through page after page of ads and sites. I’d seen just about everything a girl Dani’s age could possibly be interested in—and a whole lot she wouldn’t.
Pulling the chair back, I sat down, turned on my computer, and started my nightly routine. My email inbox displayed the usual stuff. There was a message from my dad, notifications from the social media site and eSouled. I always opened my dad’s email first, just to make sure everything was okay.
A sidebar ad next to the email caught my eye. Power and Control. I’d seen that one before. In fact, it’d been there every day for the past week. Had to be some woo-woo thing, some New Age self-help crap. I ignored it.
The last email was from eSouled, with their latest on-line auction recommendations. Usually those had nothing to do with what I wanted, but I opened the email anyway.
Draw others to you. Same address as the “Power and Control” ad in my sidebar. There was probably a warehouse full of the books or DVDs, or whatever the ad was selling.
I deleted the next two emails without even opening them. I opened the last one, a notification that Justin had posted some pictures from his family’s Hawaiian vacation this past summer. I had to check those out. He and his family always took some amazing side trips wherever they took a vacation.
Power and Control. It popped up in my social site sidebar now. They were pushing that ad heavily, weren’t they? Who would be stupid enough to fall for it? I could use both power and control, but this had “quick buck” written all over it. There was no way you could sell, or buy, control or power.
Another click and I was on eSouled’s home page. What I really wanted to get Dani was jewelry. She never wore much, except for the necklace I gave her last year, and I wanted her to have more. Something really nice.
An hour later, though, I still hadn’t found anything. Damn! This definitely wasn’t easy.
An email came in from Dad, letting me know his next route.
“Have. A. Safe. Trip. Dad,” I said out loud as I typed the words. “Send.” I pressed enter. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, but I decided to take one more look before I made dinner. Going back to eSouled, I typed in “earrings.” At the top, that same stupid ad was featured. The words Power and Control pulsed yellow, almost like a heartbeat. My fingertips instinctively touched the pulse in my neck. Like my heartbeat. Wow! That was pretty cool. How did they do that?
“I mi
ght have to check it out,” I said. What price would someone put on something like control? Huh. Apparently not much, because the bidding started at one dollar. Big time scam. But still… To have some power, some control over things in my life... How great would that be? Laughing at myself, I put it on the Watch List. Watching it didn’t mean I was buying into the idea. I was just curious.
A shiver worked its way up my spine even though the house had warmed up. I shrugged it off and reached for my backpack. Right now, all I had control over was getting some food into my stomach and getting my homework done.
Love. Desire. Power. A potent mixture. A formula that inspires mortals to perform deeds of greatness… or deeds of destruction. It leaves a trail with a scent so compelling, it calls to the primitive core of Man, cutting through him with the ease of a freshly-honed sword. His desire for these things called me to him. This boy’s desires will be his undoing.
I know.
Because they were mine.
~Maksim
Chapter 2
“Dude, come on! Spot me.”
Justin shifted his body on the duct-tape-patched weight bench that sat in a corner of my room, gripping and re-gripping the bar, waiting to finish our workout.
“Yeah, okay.” I said, running my palm across my chest, trying to ease the tightness that was building in my muscles. I’d been looking at the Power and Control auction from my Watch List. I still wasn’t sure exactly what the deal was, but it’d definitely gotten my attention. I mean, the page had totally sucked me in. Maybe it was the colors. Maybe it was the description. Just the title alone had me thinking.
Power and Control.
“You can look for Dani’s present later. I’ve gotta get going,” Justin said.
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