Untouchable Darkness

by Rachel Van Dyken

  “I want children.” Eva hung her head as I approached her from behind. “I’ve always wanted children.”

  I could taste her desperation in the air as tension swirled between us. I’d known for a while Eva felt strongly for me, the way I felt for her.

  But a union between a Dark One and a Vampire would do nothing but present us with hurt feelings when a bond failed to take place. We could not mate with one another.

  And children were an impossibility.

  “I can’t give you that,” I whispered, setting my hand on her shoulders. She gripped my fingertips. I shuddered from her warm touch.

  Eva turned, her eyes green and beautiful as they gazed up into my cold depths. “We could adopt.”

  I smiled at that. “Humans adopt. And you and I… will never be.”

  “Immortality.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. I never allowed such liberties. “Not for the faint of heart, hmm Cassius?”

  “No.” The temptation to kiss her was too strong to deny any longer, my mouth descended, fusing with hers, creating a hum of energy between us as her blood heated out of control, my touch cooled her as fangs descended past her top lips.

  Our tongues twisted in a fight for dominance as I lifted her into my arms. The last thing we needed was to be seen in a forbidden embrace, not only was she a council member, but she was a Vampire, not mine.

  She would end up with a snotty-nosed human.

  One who would get her pregnant.

  One who would love her like I never could.

  Slowly, I pulled away from her, my hands pressing against her wrists as I lowered her arms to her sides.

  “One day…” Her voice was filled with sadness. “…I’ll be mated to someone and you’ll forget all about me.”

  “I highly doubt I’ll ever forget your taste, Eva.”

  The air charged with a thick flowery scent. Eva’s eyes widened just as a voice said from behind me. “What have you done?”

  Slowly, I turned.

  Sariel’s eyes were white, his hair a blazing rainbow of blue and black streaks. His feathers protruded then shuddered as if they tasted the wrongness in the air. “Survivors?”

  He shoved past me and Eva and pressed his fingertips against the door of the house.

  “Two survivors. How many more? And why aren’t they destroyed?”

  I couldn’t lie.

  It wasn’t in my makeup as a Dark One to want to lie to my creator—to my father.

  “I saved them,” I admitted while I grabbed Eva and shoved her behind me. “I saved twelve.”

  “Twelve!” Sariel roared as the ground shook beneath our feet. “You were to destroy them all! Every. Last. One.”

  “I did not.”

  Sariel’s wings turned purple, the color of angelic royalty. He was about to pass judgment. “Then, you will die. Blood must always be spilled, you know this.”

  I nodded, unable to conjure up any guilt over doing something that gave Eva happiness no matter how temporary.

  I took a step forward.

  “No!” Eva shouted. “It was me!”

  “Eva!” I hissed out her name and shoved her body into the nearest wall, she stumbled back and glared. “Stay out of this.”

  “You will not DIE because of me!” Her eyes glowed green as her fangs elongated past her bottom lip. Her gaze snapped to Sariel. “If you want a life. Take mine. I asked Cassius to save them. It is I who is at fault.”

  “Very well.” Sariel nodded.

  “You cannot be serious!” I charged Sariel fists clenched. “She’s a council member! She’s been around for centuries! You cannot simply eliminate her for one bad choice!”

  “Oh?” Sariel’s head tilted to the side as he pulled a purple feather from his wings and held it out in front of him, the edge was black. The color of the Angel of Death. He meant to truly kill her, to make her no more. “We live by the rules, we die by the rules, Cassius. She broke the rules. She dies.”

  “But—”

  Head held high, Eva pushed past me and got down on her knees, her head bowed toward Sariel.

  “Sariel, think about this.” I knew reasoning with him would do nothing, but I couldn’t stop myself, this was Eva, my Eva. I’d had her by my side since I was created. She was the reason the darkness wasn’t so dark—the reason I was always pulled back into the light. Without her, what was I?

  “And there it is…” Sariel nodded. “She makes you weak. She makes you second guess your decisions. Not that it matters, one of you must die for this serious lapse in judgment, and Eva is right. The fault lies with her, and I need you to lead the immortals. Therefore…” He held out the feather to me. “Life is taken.”

  “Cassius.” Eva whispered, tears filling her eyes. “I love you.”

  Sariel sucked in a breath.

  Now he knew.

  I’d failed him twice.

  Because I loved her back.

  “Eva, I will always love you,” I whispered, taking the feather from Sariel and holding it over her head.

  Sariel’s anger was tangible. “Cassius, you are their king. She pays for your sin… kill her.”

  “I can’t.” My body was empty so empty.

  Eva locked eyes with me. “Cassius, promise me you’ll check in on John, promise!”

  At death’s grasp and still she was worried for the boy.

  I didn’t understand that type of love—so maybe I’d never really loved her after all. Had I?

  “I promise.” My voice shook as I pressed the tip of the feather to the base of her neck. It slid in through her skin, she slumped against my arms as immortality left her body.

  Right before my very eyes, my dear friend, my love, aged. She aged so horribly, her tight skin became wrinkled and paper-thin. It lost all the glow of youth, her hair turned ten different shades of gray before finally falling out of her head, the bones in her body were brittle, the muscle detached from the correct positions, and as she took her last breath, I saw what it would be like to be human, to love a human and watch them die.

  The pain was unimaginable.

  Her frail hand reached up and caressed my face with the lightest of touches. “Cassius… you will always be more light than dark.”

  She died.

  In my arms.

  “For her sacrifice,” Sariel whispered. “The twelve children will live.”

  I didn’t see Sariel again for five hundred years.

  Cassius

  DEMONS DIDN’T HAVE THE decency to hide in the shadows of rundown buildings and dark alleyways.

  They thrived around the constant buzz of mortals.

  It was impossible to survive as a Demon without others. And the easiest way to kill them off was to get them alone. They were interconnected like a complicated mass of webs. Where there was one Demon, there were always several others. It was an odd pack-like mentality that spread throughout every race of immortals.

  All but Dark Ones.

  Destined to walk the earth alone, seeking the light, cursed to the shadows. I shivered as we turned onto the street that would take us to Blu, a bar in downtown Seattle that doubled as a Demon Den.

  It was the biggest web of all. Humans loved the dark atmosphere and promise of cheap drinks, having no clue that the minute they crossed the threshold they were taking their lives into their own hands. As the leader of the immortals, I kept the peace, but that also meant that I at times had needed to rule in favor of the Demons. Human lives were precious to us because we needed them to continue to thrive, but that didn’t mean accidents never happened.

  Stephanie stopped the SUV in front of the bar.

  Marcus, a Demon I’d had the great displeasure of meeting upon a dozen occasions stood on the sidewalk, rain dripping down his blond head onto his chiseled jaw as he nodded discreetly toward our SUV and shoved his hands in his pockets.

  At six-foot-four, people gave him a wide berth as they stepped around his bulky body. Men shied away, and women stared. Not like they could help it. Men w
ere bred to fear the evil. And if Demons were spiders with webs—that made women the perfect fly.

  “I’ll go.” I exhaled a loud breath, the air in front of my face crackled with the sound of ice breaking. I should feel like my old self. Instead, it felt foreign, and terrifying. Not something I wanted to admit to anyone, least of all Stephanie. That what used to feel so natural and right, now caused my human heart to skip a few beats and this ridiculously frail body to sweat as if I was over exerting myself by merely existing.

  Stephanie turned to face me, her eyes already going white. “But… this is my job, right?”

  “No,” I said in a rough voice. “Believe me, if Marcus has called, then Marcus will need to be… disposed of.”

  “And you don’t want me getting my hands dirty?” The temperature dropped in the vehicle.

  “Temper, temper.” I kept my voice teasing even though my body was screaming Danger! as loud as it could. Teaching Stephanie to control herself was going to take more patience than I possessed.

  Never thought I’d see the day where I’d teach the person I loved, how to kill me, and how to kill me well, because that’s exactly what I would be doing.

  “Just trust me,” I barked out. “And let me speak to him first. If he tries to take off my head you have my permission to decapitate him without asking questions first.”

  “Permission?” Stephanie repeated, her eyes lit up like a flashlight. I quickly got out of the car and slammed the door.

  “Stay,” I mouthed.

  Frost exploded in the inside of the car lining the windows.

  Smirking, I turned on my heel and made my way slowly toward Marcus. The human inside was already telling me to run, my body trembling with the awareness that what I was approaching was pure evil, that I needed to run in the other direction.

  Save yourself! my mind screamed.

  Damn it. I was a Dark One.

  I would not run!

  My heel turned, as if my body was physically making the choice that mentally I hadn’t the capacity to do.

  “Marcus.” His name slid from my lips like a slow dark curse. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

  “Cassius?” He frowned, his blue eyes narrowing into tiny yellow cat like slits before returning to their regular color. “You look… different.”

  “I smell different too. Must be new soap.” I offered with a dark chuckle. “Now stop staring at me or I’m going to get the wrong idea.”

  Marcus didn’t move, but his nails elongated into small spikes, ready to attack or slit my throat, whichever came first, I supposed. “Something is different.”

  I could feel the power surging through my veins but knew if I expended too much the glamour would dissipate into thin air, and he truly would take off my head in front of a handful of people.

  With as much strength as I could muster, I allowed the angelic blood to float to the surface of my body and blew a harsh amount of cold air across his face, freezing his lips shut.

  “There.” I nodded. “Much better. Why don’t I do the talking? And if you keep staring I will gladly freeze your eyes as well, though a bit of warning, you’ll be blind once they melt.” I motioned for Stephanie to get out of the SUV just as Mason, Ethan, and Alex pulled up in the second car. “Now, we can do this here, on the street, you can calmly explain what you saw and why you’re willing to die for telling us, or we can all go into the bar. Your choice.”

  Marcus eyed the rest of the council as they walked up behind me, his lips were already starting to melt, with a quick nod he crooked his finger and we followed him into the abandoned bar.

  Human bodies were scattered around the floor.

  Drained of blood.

  The bartender, half Demon half human, snarled in our direction as he stacked bodies to the side of the stage and lit a match.

  Like dry firewood they went up in flames, sadly the families would never know what happened to their loved ones.

  All could have been prevented if I wasn’t a damn human. I would have seen this future.

  Prevented it.

  It was my own human fear that kept me from teaching Stephanie. She’d already seen one future, and the horror it would expose her to was damn near life ending.

  “You froze his lips shut?” Ethan whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “Why have you never done that to Alex?”

  “Because Alex has a nice voice,” Alex piped up. “Smooth, sexy, just enough husky to get the ladies excited, but not so deep that he sounds like a lumberjack in need of a shave.”

  “Silence,” I barked, elbowing Alex and bruising myself in the process. Must remember how weak I was, before I suffered internal bleeding.

  Mason frowned as we neared a back door. “No.” He shook his head. “No!”

  “Mason?” I sniffed the air but even the Angel power couldn’t help me. I tried again, all I picked up was the scent of… sulfur.

  Sulfur.

  And the high-pitched screams of lives lost, as if the person on the other side of the door was replaying the scene from Pompeii.

  “Come.” I motioned to the small boy. “We’ll protect you.”

  “Will you be my papa?”

  “No,” I barked gruffly, Eva elbowed me in the ribs. “But we’ll find you one.”

  “They’re afraid,” she murmured as the children huddled in the corner of the boat. “They think we mean them harm.”

  I sighed as the scent of sulfur filled the air and smoke crawled across the ocean toward us. Lifting my hand, I created a shield of water as the boat led us to safety. The little kids gasped in awe as droplets turned to ice crystals decorating the inside of the darkness with pure light, pure winter.

  Giggling, one of them stood and started dancing in circles as the ice crystals formed under the dome, shimmering in the air, twinkling and then falling to the floor.

  Soon, more children stood.

  And Eva… began to sing. She’d always had the most beautiful clear voice, most Vampires did, unlike Sirens who could lull you into a slave-like state, but beautiful still, almost as much so.

  “Thank you,” Eva whispered, her hand reaching out to touch mine just as Mason turned and growled in our direction.

  “We should not give them hope,” he barked.

  The Wolf was right. But I could not bring myself to tear the smiles from their faces. Nor to release Eva’s warm hand.

  Though I should.

  I should have done all those things.

  I fell to my knees as a whoosh of air left me.

  “Cassius?” Stephanie was at my side. “Are you okay?”

  Marcus turned. “A problem? It’s just beyond this door.”

  “Death is beyond that door,” I whispered, my voice shaking the foundation of the bar. I was expending energy fast. I needed more blood, I needed it immediately. Already Marcus looked suspicious, his hand pausing on the large metal black door, his fingernails elongating.

  Ethan smoothly pushed Alex and Mason toward Marcus while he shielded me and Stephanie with his body, biting swiftly into Stephanie’s wrist and swiping the blood across my mouth.

  It was over in seconds.

  And as if someone had just pumped my body full of adrenaline, so much power surged through me that I nearly blacked out.

  Because it was enough to see.

  It was enough to see with immortal eyes.

  Something, I never wanted to see again.

  “My, God.” I shuddered pushing past the group and nearly impaling Marcus against the doorknob in an effort to break down the door. “What have you done?”

  “Not me.” Marcus’s lips turned up in a smile. “This… is all on you, my King.”

  “Arrogant bastard.” I shoved him aside and pulled open the door. .

  “John?” I whispered.

  John’s eyes widened and then narrowed as he whispered in a low voice. “You.”

  “John.” I shook my head, unable to process how he was standing in front of me. Had he been given immortal
ity? Was this Sariel’s doing? How was he alive? He should have died in Greece.

  “You killed her!” John screamed. “And you will die for it. You will all die.”

  Stephanie stood in front of me just as John charged, with a flick of her wrist she slammed him against the wall and then covered her mouth as if shocked that she was able to do it in the first place.

  John was knocked unconscious.

  “Someone gave him immortality…” Marcus folded his arms as if he didn’t have a care in the world for the angry Demon. “And someone… is helping him create more Demon… almost as if…” Marcus’s grin was slow, as his teeth protruded into long yellow fangs. “… as if history is repeating itself, hmm Cassius?”

  Mason howled.

  For it had been Mason who had checked in on the children when it was too painful for me.

  And it had been Mason, who had lost track of them.

  A Wolf lost track of their scent.

  A year after we saved them.

  A year after her death.

  It was as if they no longer existed.

  “We’ll take him back,” I said.

  “We’ll what?” Ethan repeated. “You’re kidding right? No chance in hell am I putting a Demon in my guest room!”

  “Don’t be silly.” Alex flicked his hand. “We’ll put him in the dungeon. Been years since we’ve had a plaything in chains. Think of the Instagram posts we could have!”

  Mason went over to John and leaned over his body. “It is him, it is his scent. Do we know who did this to him?”

  Marcus sighed. “Your guess is as good as mine, but he knows how to create. And has been creating for the past three weeks. We’ve killed off the ones that were… created wrong.”

  “And when you say created… wrong?” Stephanie asked.

  Marcus swallowed. “Immortality does not always take.”

  Stephanie shared a look with me, but I shook my head, it was for another time. After all, it was no fairy tale, the deformities that attacked a human body when it rejected immortality.

  “Thank you.” Offering thanks to the Demon was the exact opposite of what I wanted to do, but he had helped us. “What is it you hope to gain from helping the council?”

  Marcus licked his lips. “There is a human girl. She was created, she’s… I feel for her. I do not wish to destroy her, nor do I wish for her death. If you could…” Marcus eyes were pleading. Oh hell, I knew what he was going to ask.