Demons in My Driveway
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Darius wrapped his arms around my mom and she buried her face in his massive chest.
“Got it.” Riley dragged something solid from the ashes and held it up. He blew away the dust. “It’s a book.”
I craned my neck to see. “Is there a title? What’s in it?”
He held it up to show a dark, red leather cover. “Beats the hell out of me. What is this, Sanskrit, do you think?”
I took it from him and flipped through the pages. “It’s blank.” I fanned the pages, horrified, shaking my head in denial. As the reality sank in, a fat, angry tear rolled down my cheek and splashed on the jagged surface. “This is nothing. We lost Aggie and we can’t even read the damn thing.”
Mom sniffed and wiped her face. “Let me see.”
I handed it to her without a word. I felt numb inside, too full of grief and too tired to work up a full steam of anger. No doubt, that would come later. We’d won the zombie apocalypse without any fatalities, only to lose someone I loved very much for a useless, stupid reason.
And I still didn’t know who wanted us dead in the first place or how to stop him.
I pulled myself to my feet. “I’m going inside.”
I turned, and the world became black...
A fire blazed before me, and the whooshing of wings was unmistakably familiar this time.
“The Last has chosen and will come forth. Soon, the Aegis will choose.” The whispered voice was stronger this time.
“Choose what? What do you want me to do?” My throat scratched from yelling to be heard over the sound of wings.
“When the time comes, you will know.”
I spun in a circle, desperate to see who I was talking to. “That’s no help. At least tell me who he is so I can watch for him.”
The wings stopped beating and utter silence fell.
The voice was so quiet I almost didn’t hear its whispered words. “Shadow Man.”
Daylight stunned my eyes. I was back on my front porch. Mom stood next to Darius, her eyes wide as rainbow-colored feathers fell all around us and piled on the wooden boards.
The skin on my arms was covered in raised bumps, and “Shadow Man” echoed in my head. I wrapped my arms around myself to ward off the chill the name gave me. I didn’t know what it meant, but I felt the name in my core. It was something truly awful, and all the friendly demons, vampires, shifters and zombies in all the worlds wouldn’t be able to save us.
Behind me, the front door flew open. “What the hell is going on out here?” Maurice scowled at the iridescent feathers shimmering in the sunlight. “What did I miss?”
I took the book from Mom and handed it to him. “Can you read the title?”
He looked at me like I was nuts. “Of course not. You might try Molly, though.”
The wind picked up and some of the feathers swirled in drifts.
Riley stepped next to me and circled his arm around my waist. “We’ll ask her tomorrow.” He kissed my temple. “I think we deserve a short break.”
Maurice chuckled. “You’d better come out back first.”
“What’s wrong?” If one more thing went wrong, I’d probably have to assume the fetal position and nurse a couple of bottles of wine. I was done.
Maurice grinned. “Nothing’s wrong. Just come see.”
I glanced at the empty chair behind us, then back at Maurice. He’d loved Aggie very much. I’d have to sit him down in a little while and tell him what happened. Doing so would break my heart all over again.
I gave him as much of a smile as I could muster and squeezed his hand. “All right. Show us.”
We dragged ourselves through the house, sorrow making us appear more zombie-like than the zombies had been.
When I stepped outside and into the magical bubble that concealed my backyard, I stopped short.
Riley bumped into me, then guided me a step to the right so Mom and Darius wouldn’t exit into a pileup.
The entire backyard was filled with tropical birds. Golds and greens, blues and scarlets, every color imaginable—and some I’d never known to imagine—flitted across the yard. They should have caused a cacophony of discordant tweets, shrieks and chirps, but they didn’t.
Their voices joined in a single joyful song that spoke a wordless tune of light overcoming dark, love destroying hate, and happiness dispelling sorrow. I walked to the center of the yard, and they circled and swooped while they sang. The sun glinted off their feathers in dazzling prisms.
Here and there, mixed among the other birds, I spotted a crimson phoenix, each perched in dignified silence as the other birds sang.
When the song ended, the birds dispersed, a few at a time or in flocks, until none remained but a circle of phoenixes surrounding my mother and me. I was certain that if we counted, we would find the number of phoenixes matched the number of lost Aegises.
Plus Aggie.
I smiled through my tears, silently thanking these lovely creatures for caring for our fellow Aegises for as long as they could. One by one, they flew away until only one sat alone a few feet from where we stood.
Love spilled from its downy wings and fluffed around us like soft clouds. The scent of chocolate chip cookies drifted on the breeze.
The bird tilted its head to one side, bowed low, then fluttered off.
Mom and I stood in the middle of the yard holding hands and watching Aggie fly away.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Do you think we’ll ever see her again?”
Her smile squeezed my heart. “With all my heart, I hope so.”
Mom pressed her forehead against mine and we held each other tight.
After a moment, Mom lifted her head, a questioning look on her face. “Zoey, did you know there are gnomes living under our front porch?”
The bay breeze blew my hair from my face. “They’ll come out when they’re ready.” I smiled. “Don’t you worry.”
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Demons in My Driveway
Copyright © 2014 by R.L. Naquin
Edited by Mallory Braus
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