by Tim O'Rourke
Murphy was a law unto himself on most occasions. I knew there had been little point in trying to get him to change his mind. Time was precious now if I were to stop Kiera walking into the trap I believed had been set for her. Maybe I was being paranoid? Perhaps she would just take a peek at her father had head back to the cottage again? I doubted that. The picture of Kiera and her father suggested something different – that something was very wrong.
With the wind pulling my hair from my brow and my wings flapping like two giant sheets that had been hung out to dry, I soared through the air and towards Kiera’s father’s house. I prayed that I wasn’t too late. How much precious time I had wasted going back to help my friends, I didn’t know, but what else could I have done? It was a choice that I had to make. I just hoped that it hadn’t been the wrong one. All I wanted was to get Kiera back. I didn’t want to waste any more time in finding her. I needed to tell her what I really felt. I would tell her everything, and why I had kept secrets from her. It hadn’t been because I’d wanted to cheat or deceive her somehow – it had been because I loved her – wanted to protect her. If she listened and believed everything I had to say, I wanted to ask her something. I wanted to know if and when we pushed the world back to how it had been before, if she would spend the rest of her life with me? There was no one I wanted more than Kiera. I had known that for some time – probably since our first kiss in the gatehouse back at Hallowed Manor. Even though I’d been wearing that stupid fucking disguise – another one of Murphy’s great ideas – that kiss had been very real to me. It had felt like no other kiss I had known.
Kayla had been right. This was the sort of shit I should have told Kiera – not kept it to myself. Just like those letters I had sent to Sophie after she had rejected me, I should have perhaps written down how I felt and given it to Kiera to read, if I hadn’t found the courage to tell her myself. Why hadn’t I done that? Because if I were to be really honest with myself, I was scared that Kiera would have ultimately rejected me just like Sophie had. She wasn’t Sophie, though – she was Kiera Hudson and that made her something very special.
I dropped altitude and swooped through the clouds to get my bearings. I sensed that I wasn’t too far away from Kiera’s father’s house.
Careful to remain hidden, I arched my wings back and slowed. Hovering, I peered through the breaks in the cloud cover. Below was a vast sea of white fields which stretched in all directions as far as the eye could see. It was almost impossible for me to find a landmark to aim for. Then, in the distance I saw something reaching up into the sky. It was a church spire. I raced towards it.
Within a matter of seconds I was above the church and looking down at the desolate graveyard. The world seemed so quiet, like I was the only person living. It was like the snow had smothered any sound, other than the wind which howled all around me. Then, looking to my right, I could see a pinprick of black and it was moving across the fields towards what looked like a barn.
I shot forward through the cloud to get a better look. It was a person, head down, trudging through the snow. With wings poised, I swooped closer, the black speck of colour moving across the snow becoming clearer. I screwed up my eyes against the falling snow, not quite believing what I was seeing. I flew closer still, dropping out of the clouds, praying that my eyes weren’t deceiving me. The solitary figure drew closer as I swooped overhead. I couldn’t see their face, as they walked almost bent over against the driving snow. I didn’t need to see the face to know who it was. It was Kiera. I sighed with relief to know she was still alive.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Potter
Kiera lifted her head and looked at me through the falling snow. It covered her hair and the shoulders of her coat. Not everything was pure white though. I could see a smear of blood about the corner of her mouth. Blood dripped from her fingers and splattered the snow.
“Kiera, are you hurt?” I asked, taking a step towards her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her eyes fixed on mine. Her voice sounded resentful.
I stopped. “I came after you,” I said.
“So you could gloat and make a few more wise-arse comments?” she asked.
“No, I came after you because I was worried about you,” I said, daring to take another step closer.
She looked at me, her hair hanging wet and bedraggled against her pale face. “Well, you’ll be pleased to know you were right,” she said.
“Right?” I asked her. “Right about what?”
“It was a trap,” she said, looking at me, her eyes full of pain and distrust.
I just wanted to go to her and hold her in my arms. I didn’t. “A trap?” I asked her. “Set by who?”
“Jack Seth,” she said back. “It was Seth who sent your letters to Sophie. He also left those pictures for Isidor and me.”
Hearing that it was Jack Seth who had been screwing with us filled me with a burning rage. To know that he had led Isidor to his death and had deceived Kiera made me want to rip his fucking head clean off. “Where is he?” I snapped at her.
“He’s dead,” Kiera whispered. Then, looking down at her hands, which still dripped blood into the snow, she added, “I killed him.”
“Where?” I asked, going towards her.
“At my father’s house,” she said, looking back into my eyes. “My father wasn’t there.
There was only Jack. He boasted of what he had done. I was so angry, Potter. I ripped his throat out.”
“Are you okay?” I asked, finally taking her in my arms and holding her against my chest.
“I guess,” she whispered against me.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, holding her tight in the snow. “I never meant to hurt you, Kiera,” I told her. “I’m sorry I kept secrets from you.”
“It’s over now,” she said, pulling away from me.
“What is?” I asked, trying to take hold of one of her blood-stained hands. She pulled away.
“We’re over,” she said, looking back at me. “I thought I could trust you. But you lied to me, Potter. I’ve been lied to before. I’m not going there again.”
“Let me explain,” I said.
“What’s the point?” she shrugged, looking at me.
“Because I love you, Kiera. I love you more than anyone or anything,” I tried to convince her.
“And what about Sophie?” she asked me, knocking snow from her fringe with the back of her hand.
“Fuck Sophie,” I said back.
“And I guess that’s what you did when you went to find her again,” Kiera said, holding my stare, as if wanting to see my reaction to her accusation.
“I never did,” I wanted to shout. I didn’t though, I kept my voice calm. I didn’t want to argue with her.
“So what did you do together?” she asked.
“Let’s talk before we go back,” I said, taking her by the arm.
“Where?”
“In that barn over there,” I said, nodding in the direction of the barn I had seen from above.
“We can keep out of the snow and the cold while I explain everything to you.”
“You’ve got five minutes,” she said, looking at me.
“You’re the second person to have said that to me today,” I half-smiled at her.
“Who was the first?” she asked, as I led her through the snow towards the barn.
“Kayla,” I said back.
I pulled the barn door open, and the smell of old animal feed and hay wafted under my nose.
It didn’t smell too bad, although I guessed that if Isidor was still with us, he would be covering his nose and mouth and choking. It wasn’t the greatest of places, but it had a roof, and bales of comfortable-looking hay were piled in the corners.
I closed the door and led Kiera towards the hay. I reached up and took two bales from the pile. With my claw, I sliced apart the rope which secured them. I scattered the hay over the ground, making an area which was soft, warm, and comfortable for us to si
t on.
I sat down and looked up at Kiera.
“Gonna join me?”
Pulling her coat tight about her frame, she sat down on the hay a foot or so away from me. I took a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit one of them.
“Do you really think you should be smoking in a barn?” she asked. “What, with all the hay?”
Any other time, I would have continued to smoke regardless. Today, I crushed the cigarette between my thumb and forefinger and put it out.
“So?” she asked.
I looked at her.
“Your five minutes are running out,” she reminded me.
Knowing that I had very little time to waste, I looked at her and said, “I love you.”
“Do you?” she asked right back.
“Yes,” I said, my mind trying to remember exactly what it was that I had said to Kayla. I had expressed my feelings well back then, but now sitting with Kiera, my mouth went dry and I couldn’t think of the right words.
“You have a funny way of showing it,”
Kiera said, still staring at me. “I know you used to love her.”
“I thought I did once,” I tried to explain, my mouth feeling sticky and dry. “But after meeting you, I knew that the feelings I had for her were nothing compared to how I feel about you.
It’s you I want.”
“How do I know you are telling the truth?” she pushed.
“Look, I’m not very good with words,” I said, inching towards her and taking her hand in mine. This time, Kiera didn’t pull away. I wiped the blood from the back of her hand. Then, very slowly, I lifted it to my mouth and gently kissed it.
Her hand felt cold. I placed it against my cheek. “I love you so much,” I told her. “Would I have come looking for you if I didn’t? I might not be good with saying how I feel, but doesn’t the fact I am here now with you and not her, show you how much I love you?”
Kiera slowly cupped my face in the hand which I had pressed to my cheek and looked into my eyes. Then, very slowly, she leant forward and kissed me. Folding my arms about her, I kissed her right back.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kiera
I opened my eyes. The back of my head hurt from where I had been struck. I tried to lift my hand to touch the lump which I could feel throbbing, but my hands wouldn’t move, they were strapped behind me. I lifted my head, and could see I had been tied to a chair. My feet were fastened with chains at the ankles. I was in a dimly-lit room. The only light was the pale winter rays that streamed through a filthy window set into the wall. I knew I was upstairs in my father’s house somewhere, as when I looked through the window, all I could see was sky and the tops of the trees in the distance. The floorboards were bare and made of wood. They looked rough and splintered. The room smelt of mildew and damp.
Green wallpaper had once covered the walls, but it now hung in long pale strips, like flesh which had been peeled from a bone. Opposite me sat another person, but I couldn’t see who it was as they were covered in a grey coloured blanket. The wind roared around the eaves and the windows rattled in their woodworm infested frames.
“Let me out of here!” I screamed, struggling to break free.
From behind me, I heard the sound of chuckling. It was dry and rasping. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Jack Seth step from the shadows, as if he had been part of the wall itself.
“Release me, Seth!” I screamed at him, his crazy yellow eyes glowing from the two deep holes in his face.
“I don’t think so,” he smiled, coming to stand in front of me.
Strapped to my chair, he towered over me like a giant stick insect. His body was so painfully thin, I wondered how it managed to keep him upright. He was dressed in a denim shirt and jeans, a baseball cap perched on his head. A red coloured bandanna was tied about his scrawny throat.
“Why are you doing this?” I cried, and again I yanked against my restraints. A bolt of pain splintered up my arms and across my shoulder blades as I tried to pull my hands free of the chains.
“Why am I doing this?” he said, kneeling down so he was staring straight into my face.
“Because you failed to make your choice.”
“You said that back at Hallowed Manor,”
I said. “That’s why you tricked me into believing McCain was a killer. The Treaty has failed because of what happened to McCain. Isn’t that enough?”
“No, no, no!” he smiled, wagging one long finger from side to side just inches from my face.
“I won’t be happy until I’ve repaid you for what you did to me in The Hollows. I want to see the great Kiera Hudson make a choice.”
“But I have,” I shouted at him. “The Treaty failed because of me. I chose not to save McCain.”
“That wasn’t a real choice,” he smiled, but behind it I could see a wall of rage. “Not like the choice you were chosen to make by the Elders in The Hollows. You could have set me free, Kiera Hudson, but you didn’t. You used me because you were so fucking weak. Because you couldn’t decide between the humans and the Vampyrus, you punished me!”
As he spoke, his smile faded into a grimace and his voice got angrier. Then standing, he stood in the middle of the room. “I helped you, and that’s how you repaid me.”
“You didn’t help me,” I shouted back at him. “You just helped yourself!”
“I saved you and your friends’ lives!” he roared, spit flying from his face and splashing the dried-out floorboards. “Your back was against the wall in The Hollows. The half-breeds and Vampyrus
had
beaten
you.
You
were
outnumbered, outwitted and out-fucking-classed.
If it hadn’t have been for me leading the Lycanthrope to help you, you and your friends would have all been dead.”
“Don’t stand there like some kinda freaking martyr!” I yelled at him. “You only saved me to save yourself. You needed me to lead you to the Dust Palace and the Elders, so they would lift your curse.”
“And they were so close in doing so when you had to go and throw yourself at me!” he screamed, his fist clenching in and out, and the tendons on his neck pulsing beneath his wrinkled flesh.
“You didn’t have to kill me!” I roared at him. “Just like me, you had a choice.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” he screeched at me. “That’s the curse. The moment you threw yourself into my arms – the moment you offered yourself to me, I had to kill you. I had to take you.
I didn’t have a choice. Why can’t you understand that?”
“I wasn’t talking about that choice, you piece of shit!” I screeched back at him, my hair falling over my face. “I’m talking about the choices you and your race made before you were cursed. I’m talking about the reason you were cursed. You didn’t have to go around raping and killing children and woman. You chose to do that, and that’s why you were doomed to live as Lycanthrope.”
“I can’t be blamed for the choices my ancestors made, you stupid bitch,” he spat. “I was cursed before I was even born.”
“That’s no excuse,” I shouted back. “We all have a choice – that’s what separates us from animals.”
“So at last the great Kiera Hudson agrees that we all have a choice to make!” Then leaning in close to me again, the tips of our noses touching, he hissed, “So why did you fail to make yours?”
I looked into his crazy eyes, and again I saw us together in them. Me and him as lovers. I looked away.
“Like what you see?” he whispered into my ear. “Turn you on, does it? Want a piece of little old Jack, do you?”
“Go fuck yourself,” I spat, fighting the urge to look into his eyes again.
“You were so sweet,” he said, pressing his nose into my cheek as if sniffing my flesh.
“It doesn’t take much of a man to rape a corpse,” I hissed, the smell of his breath turning my stomach.
The side of my face exploded in pain
as Seth drove his fist into my cheek. There was a cracking sound as my head snapped to the side under the weight of his blow. “You were very much alive and enjoying every minute of it,” he whispered in my ear. “You loved me.”
“I know what true love is,” I whispered back into his ear. “You have no idea what that is like.”
Seth pulled away and stood up. He looked down at me, a smile forming on his thin, bloodless lips. “You speak of Potter, don’t you?”
I ignored him and looked away.
“Potter! Potter! Potter!” he said, clapping his hands together. “What a silly little bitch you really are. The great Kiera Hudson who can see all.” Then, leaning close again, he smiled and said, “You don’t see shit, little lady.”
“I see enough,” I said back.
Then, reaching into the breast pocket of his denim shirt he said, “I want you to see this. I want you to see what your beloved Potter is really all about.”
Seth thrust an iPod under my nose. I saw the crescent-shaped moon logo, then looked away.
“Frightened of what you might see?” Seth taunted me. “Told you about Sophie, did he?”
“Yes,” I nodded, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of thinking Potter had kept secrets from me. “They used to be lovers – he told me that.”
“Did he tell you that he went looking for her as soon as he came back to this world?” Seth teased.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Did he tell you what fun they had?”
“He told me she was dead,” I said.
“Before that?” he pushed.
“I don’t care,” I lied, and he knew it.
Seth chuckled, making that sound again, as if he were choking on straw. “Did he tell you why he killed Eloisa?”
To hear her name, I couldn’t help but turn to face Seth again.
“Potter didn’t tell you why he ripped her heart out, did he?” he smiled just inches from my face.
“He told me he killed her because she was a child killer,” I breathed, feeling sick.
“I’m supposed to be a child killer and he didn’t rip my heart out, did he?” Seth said, and this time he didn’t smile, he looked intently at me.