by Kristie Cook
“It’s Sophia,” he said, sounding a little anxious. My cell phone rang. I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows.
“Alexis, are you okay?” Mom asked. She sounded more than just a little anxious.
“I’m fine. Why?”
“Listen, honey, we have some serious problems.”
“What?” Panic immediately set in at the tone of her voice. “Is Dorian okay?”
“Yes. He’ll be fine.”
“Then what’s going on, Mom?”
“Are you almost done with that book?”
What? Why is the book so important? “Actually, I was just getting ready to write. I think I can finish it soon. Why?”
She took a deep breath. “The Daemoni are in an uproar and some of them are out of control. We don’t know the full reasoning, but part of it has to do with your last book.”
“What? What does my book have anything to do…?” My voice trailed off as the vampire dreams flashed through my mind.
“Honey, your books have to do with a lot of things. I don’t have time to explain it all now, but suffice it to say that not all you’ve been writing is fiction.”
The phone shook in my hand and I nearly dropped it with shock. “What does that mean?”
She sighed heavily. “The characters, Alexis. You know these creatures because of who you are, a connection you have. They’re not myths.”
I couldn’t say anything at first. I felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me.
“Mom…you’re saying they’re…they’re real? Vampires and witches and wizards and werewolves…they’re all real?” I began to wonder if I was really having this conversation or if I had gone completely off the deep end. Either option was downright frightening.
“I really don’t have time to explain right now, but a short answer is yes, they’re real. Demons take many shapes and forms.”
I sat there with my mouth open, trying to process and comprehend. “But…what…why…how?”
“Daemoni, Alexis. That’s what the Daemoni are. Some are like us—closer to human than anything else—but most are the same types of creatures you write about.”
My breath caught. The question came out in a whisper. “The vampire in my room…are you saying he was real, too?”
Owen whipped his head at me, a strange look on his face.
“Yes, honey,” Mom said. “That’s why Owen came the next day—to shield the house.”
I swallowed hard as I remembered the vampire and thinking I was only dreaming.
“And in the hotel room…?” My voice trailed off. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“I knew it,” Owen muttered. I stared at him, my eyes bugging.
“Hold on, Mom,” I said distantly as I held the phone away from my head. “Owen…the other night in Key West…were you in my hotel room?”
“Uh, yeah, I sensed Daemoni. Remember?”
“Holy hell, that was real?!”
My heart skipped erratically. I heard Mom yelling my name in the phone.
“Mom, what the hell is going on? There was a vampire in my room! Twice!”
“I know, honey. I—”
“You know? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want to frighten you and you were protected—”
“Protected?! A vampire—Daemoni—was in my room! How is that being protected?”
Owen answered, sounding defensive. “It’s kind of hard protecting you in a place like Key West, with Daemoni everywhere. It’s too crowded to put a shield up and useless anyway when the enemy is already inside. I came as soon as I sensed him near you.”
Mom must have heard him. She added, “Owen said you were fine. Just tired and groggy—”
“Because I thought it was a dream, Mother. I didn’t know there were real, live vampires roaming around! You should have said something!”
“We couldn’t…I couldn’t…,” Mom stammered. I could hear her take a breath and when she spoke again, she sounded calmer. More like her usual, unshakable self. “I can’t get into it right now. I really need to get going. I’m trying to get Dorian packed—”
“Dorian packed? Where are you taking him?”
“That’s why I called. We have to leave for safety. The Daemoni claim they have Provocation because the books are exposing them. I don’t think that’s the whole reason for their upheaval, but Dorian and I need to get out of here. They’ve given permission for attacks on all of us.”
“Oh, no. Not my baby!”
He was our youngest generation now. I didn’t know if that meant the same thing as it did for a daughter, but I couldn’t imagine why the Daemoni wouldn’t target him. I paced the balcony. I felt so far away from him. And so helpless. How could I leave him? What had I been thinking?!
“He’ll be okay, Alexis. Just take care of yourself. Owen will stay with you and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Please, Mom, please don’t let anything happen to Dorian. I couldn’t…” The thought of losing him, too, was too much. My shattered heart just wouldn’t be able to take it.
“I can take care of this, Alexis, but I really need to go. I’ll see you in a few days. Stay safe until then, okay? Promise me?”
“You promise to take care of my baby!”
“I promise, Alexis. He’ll be well protected. Just hurry up and get that book done.”
“What? You still want me to finish it? That’s exactly what the problem is!”
Her voice remained steady, yet hurried. “You have to, honey. It’s very important that you do. Just trust me. This has been the plan all along.”
“Mom…”
“I can’t explain right now. I need to go.”
The safety of my son outweighed my need for answers…for now. I let her go, setting the phone down in disbelief. I took a deep breath to calm myself from hysteria to mere panic before whirling on Owen.
“Explain,” I demanded.
He grimaced. “I can’t. I don’t have the authority.”
“Owen! You can’t do this to me!”
“All I can say is the council planned all of this. I don’t think they expected this kind of reaction from the Daemoni, but we’re sure there’s more to their anger than the books.”
“They let me write—encouraged me to write—when they knew my stories exposed secrets?”
“The benefits outweighed the risks. But really, Alexis, I can’t say any more than that.” He looked me in the eye. “Just know you can trust the Amadis. We always win.”
I stared at him with wide eyes, my mouth open. What the…? Who did he…? How…? I could barely form coherent thoughts. When I finally could, I made my words slow, my voice low. “We always win? You’re telling me we always win?”
He looked away from me, not answering. His jaw muscle twitched.
“I know firsthand we don’t always win, Owen. In fact, I think I’ve lost nearly everything!” My voice rose in volume and octaves, barely recognizable as the last words came out in a shriek.
He finally looked at me, his sapphire eyes intense. “I was there, Alexis. Don’t forget that. I was there, right in the middle of it all. I know. But in the end, we do always win.”
“Get out! Get the hell out of my house!” I yelled. I looked around wildly for something to throw at him. Something that would hurt as much as he’d just hurt me. I picked up a chair but he was already gone.
I paced the house angrily while trying to keep myself under control. I really didn’t want to destroy anything. It was all too precious to me. I pounded on the granite countertops, thinking they were sturdy enough to take my rage. I added a crack to the one left so long ago. Damn it!
Questions flew through my head and I had no one to answer. The only one close by said he couldn’t tell me. And I’d just kicked him out of the house anyway. For good reason! But pacing and thinking my own thoughts—probably throwing things way out of proportion from my ignorance—didn’t help.
“Owen!” I finally yelled outside. I could
n’t take it any longer. He quickly appeared at the bottom of the steps. “You are going to give me answers. I can give you authority, can’t I?”
His face twisted in a grimace. “Not really. Especially while you’re still…before the Ang’dora. But I talked to Rina and Solomon. Ask me questions and I’ll answer what I can.”
I gave him a nasty look, but took what I could get. I let him on the balcony and we sat across from each other at the table.
I leaned in and looked him in the eye. “Why hasn’t anyone said anything before? About the truth of my books?”
He nodded slightly. “If you’d known the creatures were real, you wouldn’t have accomplished what you did. There’s a purpose for it all, Alexis. I can’t tell you that purpose, but Rina or Sophia will soon. Just know it’s a good purpose. We’re good, Alexis.”
“So even though it’s putting everyone’s lives in danger, they want me to finish it? I just don’t understand.”
He pushed his hand through his hair and squinted his eyes, seeming to organize his thoughts. “The Daemoni are throwing a fit, but we really think they’re using the books as an excuse to push their limits. They do that sometimes and right now they’re upset about something. We just don’t know what yet. So they’re using the books as a way to get something they want.”
“And would that ‘something’ they want possibly be me?”
He cringed. “Probably.”
I inhaled deeply as I let my mind process the meaning. I was the one they wanted more than anything. They probably wanted their matched set. But it was me, not Mom or Dorian, that they were truly after now. I let out the air, feeling almost relieved.
“Is that why I’m left here alone? I mean, no one is taking me to safety. Is it because I’ll put them in danger?”
“First of all, as long as you stay on this property, you are safe. It’s protected just as well as any safe house. But, yes, it’s better you’re kept away from the others. At least for now.”
My brows furrowed. “What does that mean? At least for now?”
He answered with his own question. “You’ve noticed how you’re changing recently?”
“Who couldn’t notice? I’m a mess.”
“I’m talking about the physical changes. The running and swimming, how your body’s changing, you’re looking younger…I mean, you looked terrible a week ago.”
I threw him a hateful look.
“Just keeping it real.”
“Sorry. You’re right. Are the changes really that noticeable to you, too?”
He nodded. “Part of it—maybe a lot of it—is because you are changing. Actually changing over. The Ang’dora.”
I stared at him. I’d been right? It is the Ang’dora? I dared to hope it explained everything I’d been going through this past week—that I hadn’t really been as mentally unstable as I’d feared, but that the changes caused the havoc.
“That’s what Sophia thinks, anyway,” Owen added quickly. “Everyone says it’s too early, but Sophia and I have seen you. And if it is the Ang’dora, well, there are some uncertainties….”
I nodded with understanding. They weren’t quite positive the Amadis power could conquer my Daemoni blood. I could be just as much a danger to them as any of the predators out there looking for their opportunity to attack. The sense of relief that there was a reason for the heightened insanity was quickly overshadowed by the memory of Evil Alexis—that internal voice, like I’d never heard it until recently.
“I see,” I said quietly, falling back into the chair. “So you’re not just here to protect me. You’re also here to kill me, if necessary.”
His eyes widened with horror. “Alexis, I could never…”
I leaned forward again and looked him directly in the eye. “You have to, Owen. You can’t let me hurt anyone.”
“But we only kill if absolutely necessary. That’s part of being Amadis. Every soul can be saved.”
“Rina told me they would’ve killed me when I was a baby if they thought the Daemoni blood would overpower.”
“Only if there’d been no hope.”
“You can’t let me hurt anyone,” I repeated.
The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he fought a smile. “Except Daemoni.”
“Right.” I sighed.
I rose from the chair and walked over to the railing, looking across the yard and over the water. I prayed none of this became an issue, but knew the truth in it better than anyone. No one else knew about the evil already trying to brandish its ugly self inside me. I realized then I had to do what I could for the Amadis, even when it made no sense to me now. I had to trust them. Although I knew we didn’t always win.
“Thanks, Owen.”
“I’m here for you, no matter what.” He stood right behind me and wrapped his arms around me, strong and warm. I pulled on the Amadis power emanating from his body, absorbing it into my own. His power didn’t feel strong, not like Rina’s or Mom’s or even Stefan’s had been, but it helped. “And I’m sorry if what I said hurt you. You know…he was my best friend. I miss him, too.”
I stiffened in his arms. We had never, ever discussed Tristan and that horrible day he disappeared.
Owen’s voice came out husky as he remembered. “We hung out a lot, before we had to focus on you. We were pretty close, more than anyone knows. Those years he roamed alone…when you were still a kid…well, we would meet up every now and then. We both had to mainstream, but when we were together, we could be more ourselves. You know?”
“No, I didn’t know.” I shook my head. My own voice was thick. “Do you…do you really think he’s dead, Owen?”
He blew out a sigh, fluttering my hair. “I don’t know. I really don’t. Nobody does. But that video—”
I cut him off. “I don’t really care about the video. I know why they sent it, but I also know what I feel.”
“No, there’s something else you should know.” He paused. “See, we still don’t know who hacked Rina’s account, but they don’t think it was Amadis. It’s too difficult to believe a council member—or any Amadis—would go behind Rina’s back like this. They think it might have been the Daemoni.”
I blinked with surprise as I considered this possibility. Based on the conversation of the other night, the most obvious answer had been the Amadis council. The timing was too perfect. But…
Ian’s mocking laugh when he told me about the arranged marriage resurfaced in my memory. He certainly enjoyed watching my pain, so it was easy to believe the rest of the Daemoni would, too. They probably wished they could have watched me as I viewed the video. They obviously didn’t know anything about me. Or the connection I had with Tristan.
The Amadis council, on the other hand, did. They should have known the video wouldn’t have forced me into acceptance. They would know that, if anything, the video would have pushed me into the abyss. And, from the little I did know, the council—Rina’s advisors—should be the most loyal to her of all.
The Daemoni must have sent it.
“Why now?” I finally asked. “There’s been nothing from them in so long. Why would they do this now?”
Owen’s arms jerked against me in what I assumed was a shrug. “I don’t know. They don’t tell me everything. But…”
He hesitated.
“But what?”
“But the Daemoni might be sending a message…” He paused again, drawing in a deep breath. Before I could press him again, though, he finished. “…that if they hadn’t actually done it before…they have now.”
I froze. I didn’t even breathe as I let this sink in, let its meaning reach into my soul. My heart thumped several times as I tried to determine what I felt. But I already knew. The feeling that he was still alive strengthened when I arrived at the beach house…after they sent the video.
“I still don’t believe it,” I said.
“I didn’t think you would,” he murmured.
We stood in silence for a long moment.
“Do you
think I’m foolish for hanging on?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer at first and I tried to ignore the interpretation I made of his silence. I told myself it didn’t matter what he thought. Only my own beliefs mattered and I knew what I had felt all these years. Especially these last few days.
“I admire your loyalty,” he finally said. “You do what you need to do for you. That’s what he would want.”
I nodded, the back of my head rubbing against his chest. I knew the truth in his statement. Tristan had once told me the same thing, a long time ago.
Owen kissed the top of my head and then he was gone.
I continued standing at the rail, thinking about Owen and what he put up with as my protector. He said he enjoyed his job, but was there more to it? I remembered how Mom had thought about setting us up, thinking he’d be a good match for me. The thought of being more than just friends had only flitted through my mind a couple times. If the Amadis was right about the video…if my true love really was gone…for good… Well, with Owen, life could possibly be a little more normal—as normal as it could be for an Amadis daughter, who, apparently, was enemies with creatures like vampires and werewolves. There probably wouldn’t be such a strong desire to keep us separated…or brought over to their side. I knew Mom would approve and Dorian loved him. The council would probably be ecstatic, seeing me move on. The possibilities…
But it was impossible to think of Owen as anything different than a friend or a brother.
I sighed. It doesn’t matter anyway.
Any future with Owen, or with the Amadis at all, would never happen. I knew what I needed to do—for the Amadis and for my family. And, if I was lucky, for myself.
I sat at my computer and started writing.
Now that I knew what came next—that I wouldn’t need another world to escape to—the words came easily. I wrote until two in the morning. I was wide awake again at five, ran around the property a few times, then went back to the book. Just before three in the afternoon, I finished. The book. The series. Six years of writing the story. Done. Finito.