The Witch With No Name
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Trents eyes touched on mine and he reached for my hands. You dont know that.
My fingertips tingled where they rested against his aura. I started to pull back, and he gripped me harder. Dont move, he said sheepishly. Youre getting rid of my headache.
Damn it, I was coated in them even now. No wonder Dali was looking at me like I was a leper. You too, eh? I said, giving up on trying to hide them anymore.
I was so scared when they hauled you up onto that stage, Trent said suddenly, and I held my breath as he carefully pulled me into him. I saw my entire life with nothing. My money gone, my power stolen. I couldnt reach you and no one listened to me. I thought they were going to kill you.
I could hear his heartbeat as I rested my head on his chest. It felt good to do nothing. So did I, I whispered, unable to say it louder lest I start to cry. Id been terrified for him. For Jenks.
And now youre going to do it again.
His hand gently stroked my hair. I didnt want to move for anything. Probably.
Trent made a rueful sound. You were right. As usual. This is hard. But Im going to do it anyway.
He kissed the top of my head, and I tilted myself so I could find his lips with mine. A faint tingle spread between us, warming and healing even as my leg throbbed.
His eyes were glistening when our lips parted. I wished that this was over and it was tomorrow, and we were having coffee at Marks before taking the girls to the zoo. You should stay here with the girls, I said, and his hold on me tightened.
Just try to stop me.
He was looking at my mouth again, but my besotted smile faded at the sudden rap of a thick knuckle at the door.
Ivy and Nina . . . , I whispered, fear causing a spike of adrenaline in me.
Quen? Trent said, his brow furrowed as he carefully helped me to sit up while the door opened. His hands were gentle, but I was still grimacing when I looked up to find it was Al, not Quen, standing therestaring at us with the memory of his own loss so clear on him it hurt. Seeing my pity, his face hardened.
I wanted to let you know that Quen has found word of the ambulance driver and paramedic who picked your . . . friends up. Theyre both in intensive care with internal injuries.
No. I fell back into the couch after trying to stand. What happened?
Theyll both make it. It helps that they were living vampires, Al said dryly. But as for Ivy and Nina . . . He shrugged. There is no sign of them.
Cormel. My heart pounded as I turned to Trent. He wanted to talk to you. He took them!
Trent rose, pace fast as he went for the phone on the desk. Al cleared his throat to stop him dead in his tracks. It wasnt Cormel who injured the paramedic and the driver, Al said. It was Nina.
Tension pulled my shoulders tight as I figured it out. Nina had died on the way. The sun had set and shed never lost consciousness. She had freaked out, and Ivy had tried to contain her. Shit, where would Ivy have taken her to try to bring her under control? Somewhere safe where Cormel couldnt touch her?
Heart in my throat, I grabbed the arm of the couch and pulled myself up. I have to go.
But the demons and the lines . . . , Trent started, and then he changed his mind, bending to pick up the crutch Newt had thrown, bringing it to me with a sad, determined look.
Al, tell everyone Im sorry. I have to go. Ill be back as soon as I can. The crutch fit under my arm, painful as I hobbled to the door. Al stood and did nothing, making me wonder if hed told me this knowing Id leave. He knew better than most how close Id come to losing myself the last time Id fought the Goddess.
I might suggest the helicopter, the demon said, voice oily. The entrance you make in that is almost as good as simply . . . popping in. Besides, the roads are impassable. Ill go with you. No one listens to me anymore.
I know the feeling, Trent said, but I was already halfway to the hallway.
Thank you, I said breathlessly as I passed Al.
Dont thank me. Al looked at his fingertips in speculation. I just dont want to be there while Newt explains to the collective that we have to work with the elven Goddess to try to reopen the lines.
That bad, eh? I muttered, jaw clenched as we found the hallway.
Al leaned close, voice dangerous as he whispered, We dont forget, Rachel, and its not as if it was our ancestors who were betrayed. It was us.
Chapter 29
The glow from the streetlight made long shadows against the tombstones, and the chopper blades whipped everything not nailed down out and away. Id never get through my hair tonight without a bottle of detangler, and I made a mental note to check my bathroom before we leftbecause even if Ivy was here, there was no way we could stay.
Careful, Trent said, arm around my waist as he helped me over the shallow wall that separated the graveyard from the garden. My stomach was tight, and Jenks was swearing as he looked over the destruction. I couldnt bring myself to look up, even as the helicopter began to shut down and the wind quit pushing.
What an unholy mess, Al said from behind me, and I suddenly realized he was walking on sanctified ground. The elven curse was well and truly broken then.
One good thing, I thought, looking up.
Breath catching, I stopped, pain stabbing my leg as Trent continued on for a step. Backpedaling, he stood beside me as tears threatened to blur my vision. I will not cry, I said to myself, but my chest was tight and my throat almost closed.
Im sorry, Rachel, Trent said, gently pushing me back into motion.
I let him, my head down again as we angled to the stone walk and the undamaged wooden fence. Bis? I called as we circled around the front, but there was nothing, no cheerful sparkling of pixy dust, no wind-chime laughter, no deep rumbling response from the gargoylejust the faint hush of traffic a street over. It felt dead here, abandoned.
Ill find him, Jenks said as he hacked his way through the tangle of my hair.
You can fly? I asked as he got himself free and hovered backward, tugging his clothes straight and checking his sword belt.
Yeah. Expression serious, he peered up at the steeple. It feels pretty good here, even if it looks like the back room of a troll bordello.
He darted up, wings clattering, and Al pushed past us. Damn mystics, he muttered, stomping through the gate and toward the front door.
Mystics. I suppose they might have gathered here more than anywhere else, either mine or the Goddesss thousand eyes looking for me.
Guilt closed in. I should have checked on Bis. Okay, Id been busy, and untilthe sun went down he hadnt been in any danger, but I was responsible for him.
Hes a grown gargoyle, Trent said, whispering it so Al wouldnt hear.
How do you do that! I exclaimed, but Trents smile faded very fast. Hes just a kid.
Al turned from where he waited in the shadows, his new suit rumpled. Treble is sleeping, he said, voice low. Im sure hes doing the same.
Sleeping or in shock? I mused, stretching out my awareness and finding nothing, nothing at all. Trents grip on my elbow pinched as he looked behind us at the empty graveyard. Al took the stairs, impatient with our slow pace. Neighbors watched us from behind tweaked blinds, vanishing when he sarcastically doffed his hat at them. Youd think they never saw a demon before, Al muttered.
I think its the helicopter, I said, glancing over my shoulder before starting up the wooden stairs. Ivy had to be here. She was scared, possibly hurt. Vampires always went home to ground when they were hurt. The city was in a panic, but here in the Hollows it was eerily silent as everyone held their breath for sunrise. Please be okay, Ivy. Please.
Al gave the DONT CROSS tape a look before yanking it down to flutter into the bushes. Jenkss wings were almost normal, and I felt the first hints of relief at the bright silver dust.
I found Bis, he said as Trent helped me up the stairs. He looks okay. His aura looks like hes just asleep.
Are you sure? I asked, and Al grunted as he shoved the door open.
I told you, its the shock. If theyre lucky, theyll simply not wake up.
Saying nothing more, Al strode inside as if it didnt bother him, but I could tell it did. His grumbling grew louder as he clicked the light switch several times to no effect.
Jenks, what about Ivy? I whispered.
The pixy hovered before Trent and me, a worried dust slipping from him. Shes in her room. Nina too. Wait! he shouted when I started forward. Slow down. You go in there stinking like fear and youll set Nina off. Give Ivy a chance to organize her thoughts. She knows youre here. Theyll be afraid of Al, but you and Trent look like easy prey.
Oh God. Its bad?
Jenks nodded, making my heart sink. You, cookie maker, need to take a backseat. We know how to bring Ivy down. You dont.
I know what not to do, Trent said, but his worry was obvious as he helped me shuffle inside. I was glad there was no light as I looked over the soggy gloom. Al was poking about my seldom-used desk, head cocked as he held up a tiny chair Jenks had left there. Jenks was darting about, lighting the candles we had scattered around for when the power went out. Slowly the space brightened as the wicks took hold and wax began to burn. It smelledsort of a sour, bite-at-the-back-of-your-throat smell, stinking of vampire fear and heartache. Ivy . . .
I looked down the black hallway, both afraid and anxious.
Maybe I should go get Bis, Trent said, and Jenks made a sparkling beeline back to us.
Thats the best idea Ive heard out of you since you, ah . . . never mind. Youre going to need a ladder, Jenks said, but Trent was already taking the belfry stairs two at a time. Sighing, Jenks pointed at Al, then his own eyes, and then Al again before following Trent.
Al frowned, wearing that same wary, reluctant look hed had in Trents office before he walked out with Newt and Dali. He made a get on with it gesture, and my heart thudded. Jenks was watching him, eh?
Ivy? I called, wanting to give her even more warning. You here? It was obvious she was, and I limped to the top of the hallway. There was a thin crack of light leaking from under her door, and I looked at Al. Why are you here?
To catch you when you fall. And you will fall. Its simply a matter of finding the right lever.
Swell. Ivy? I called again. Ah, you okay?
Breathless, I waited at the sudden slide and thump of something heavy in Ivys room. A frantic hush of words followed. It was Ivy, and I reached out, finding myself painfully yanked back into Al. I fought to get his hand off me, stopping when Ivy shouted, No. Nina, no! I hesitated, Als grip easing as Ivy added, Its Rachel. Please. Ill be right back.
Dont take it away. Dont leave me. No. No! Nina howled, a desperate pain in her voice. Oh God. Give it to me! she suddenly raged. Give it to me!
I couldnt move as Ninas fierce demands dissolved into heartrending sobs. Any hope I might have had that the newly undead might survive their souls died. Clearly Ivy had captured Ninas, and Nina was out of her mind to get it back. Everything was out of balance and her second death was the only way to bring it back again.
Whoever made this curse was a sadist, I whispered, and Als grip on me fell away.
The light spilled into the cramped hallway as Ivy opened her door. The sound of Ninas heartrending sobs pulled at me as Ivy slipped out and shut it behind her. The newly undead were often unpredictable as their mind reorganized under overwhelming shifts of hormones and instincts while the body fought with the mind, trying to convince it that it was still alive. Hunger usually kicked in when the original aura was depleted to a measurable threshold. But that wasnt why Nina begged for Ivy to return in great gasping sobs. It wasnt blood Nina wanted, it was her soul.
Back against the door, Ivy stared at me with black, haunted eyes, chilling me. You shouldnt be here.
This shouldnt have happened. I hobbled forward, tears blurring my sight. Ivy, Im so sorry, I gushed, my arms going around her as she began to cry.
Great gasping sobs shook her, and I held her to me, the silk feel of her hair bunched between us. My own tears flowed at the unfairness of it all, the end of her hope that she and Nina might have something normal, that they might have a life, a love, in the fleeting time they were allowed a moment of happiness before the curse came around full circle and took it all away.
Im so sorry, I whispered, hardly breathing.
She wanted me to kill her, Ivy sobbed, her voice muffled. She begged me, but I couldnt do it. I couldnt even lie to her and promise I would.
Its okay, I said, and she pulled back from me, eyes glistening as Nina quietly wept behind the door Ivy guarded.
Ivy wiped her eyes, looking more beautiful than Id ever seen her even if it was grief that brought her alive. She died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, Ivy whispered. There was no way to stop it. And I couldnt finish it. When she begged the paramedic to, I . . . I wouldnt let him.
My fingertips tingled where they rested against his aura. I started to pull back, and he gripped me harder. Dont move, he said sheepishly. Youre getting rid of my headache.
Damn it, I was coated in them even now. No wonder Dali was looking at me like I was a leper. You too, eh? I said, giving up on trying to hide them anymore.
I was so scared when they hauled you up onto that stage, Trent said suddenly, and I held my breath as he carefully pulled me into him. I saw my entire life with nothing. My money gone, my power stolen. I couldnt reach you and no one listened to me. I thought they were going to kill you.
I could hear his heartbeat as I rested my head on his chest. It felt good to do nothing. So did I, I whispered, unable to say it louder lest I start to cry. Id been terrified for him. For Jenks.
And now youre going to do it again.
His hand gently stroked my hair. I didnt want to move for anything. Probably.
Trent made a rueful sound. You were right. As usual. This is hard. But Im going to do it anyway.
He kissed the top of my head, and I tilted myself so I could find his lips with mine. A faint tingle spread between us, warming and healing even as my leg throbbed.
His eyes were glistening when our lips parted. I wished that this was over and it was tomorrow, and we were having coffee at Marks before taking the girls to the zoo. You should stay here with the girls, I said, and his hold on me tightened.
Just try to stop me.
He was looking at my mouth again, but my besotted smile faded at the sudden rap of a thick knuckle at the door.
Ivy and Nina . . . , I whispered, fear causing a spike of adrenaline in me.
Quen? Trent said, his brow furrowed as he carefully helped me to sit up while the door opened. His hands were gentle, but I was still grimacing when I looked up to find it was Al, not Quen, standing therestaring at us with the memory of his own loss so clear on him it hurt. Seeing my pity, his face hardened.
I wanted to let you know that Quen has found word of the ambulance driver and paramedic who picked your . . . friends up. Theyre both in intensive care with internal injuries.
No. I fell back into the couch after trying to stand. What happened?
Theyll both make it. It helps that they were living vampires, Al said dryly. But as for Ivy and Nina . . . He shrugged. There is no sign of them.
Cormel. My heart pounded as I turned to Trent. He wanted to talk to you. He took them!
Trent rose, pace fast as he went for the phone on the desk. Al cleared his throat to stop him dead in his tracks. It wasnt Cormel who injured the paramedic and the driver, Al said. It was Nina.
Tension pulled my shoulders tight as I figured it out. Nina had died on the way. The sun had set and shed never lost consciousness. She had freaked out, and Ivy had tried to contain her. Shit, where would Ivy have taken her to try to bring her under control? Somewhere safe where Cormel couldnt touch her?
Heart in my throat, I grabbed the arm of the couch and pulled myself up. I have to go.
But the demons and the lines . . . , Trent started, and then he changed his mind, bending to pick up the crutch Newt had thrown, bringing it to me with a sad, determined look.
Al, tell everyone Im sorry. I have to go. Ill be back as soon as I can. The crutch fit under my arm, painful as I hobbled to the door. Al stood and did nothing, making me wonder if hed told me this knowing Id leave. He knew better than most how close Id come to losing myself the last time Id fought the Goddess.
I might suggest the helicopter, the demon said, voice oily. The entrance you make in that is almost as good as simply . . . popping in. Besides, the roads are impassable. Ill go with you. No one listens to me anymore.
I know the feeling, Trent said, but I was already halfway to the hallway.
Thank you, I said breathlessly as I passed Al.
Dont thank me. Al looked at his fingertips in speculation. I just dont want to be there while Newt explains to the collective that we have to work with the elven Goddess to try to reopen the lines.
That bad, eh? I muttered, jaw clenched as we found the hallway.
Al leaned close, voice dangerous as he whispered, We dont forget, Rachel, and its not as if it was our ancestors who were betrayed. It was us.
Chapter 29
The glow from the streetlight made long shadows against the tombstones, and the chopper blades whipped everything not nailed down out and away. Id never get through my hair tonight without a bottle of detangler, and I made a mental note to check my bathroom before we leftbecause even if Ivy was here, there was no way we could stay.
Careful, Trent said, arm around my waist as he helped me over the shallow wall that separated the graveyard from the garden. My stomach was tight, and Jenks was swearing as he looked over the destruction. I couldnt bring myself to look up, even as the helicopter began to shut down and the wind quit pushing.
What an unholy mess, Al said from behind me, and I suddenly realized he was walking on sanctified ground. The elven curse was well and truly broken then.
One good thing, I thought, looking up.
Breath catching, I stopped, pain stabbing my leg as Trent continued on for a step. Backpedaling, he stood beside me as tears threatened to blur my vision. I will not cry, I said to myself, but my chest was tight and my throat almost closed.
Im sorry, Rachel, Trent said, gently pushing me back into motion.
I let him, my head down again as we angled to the stone walk and the undamaged wooden fence. Bis? I called as we circled around the front, but there was nothing, no cheerful sparkling of pixy dust, no wind-chime laughter, no deep rumbling response from the gargoylejust the faint hush of traffic a street over. It felt dead here, abandoned.
Ill find him, Jenks said as he hacked his way through the tangle of my hair.
You can fly? I asked as he got himself free and hovered backward, tugging his clothes straight and checking his sword belt.
Yeah. Expression serious, he peered up at the steeple. It feels pretty good here, even if it looks like the back room of a troll bordello.
He darted up, wings clattering, and Al pushed past us. Damn mystics, he muttered, stomping through the gate and toward the front door.
Mystics. I suppose they might have gathered here more than anywhere else, either mine or the Goddesss thousand eyes looking for me.
Guilt closed in. I should have checked on Bis. Okay, Id been busy, and untilthe sun went down he hadnt been in any danger, but I was responsible for him.
Hes a grown gargoyle, Trent said, whispering it so Al wouldnt hear.
How do you do that! I exclaimed, but Trents smile faded very fast. Hes just a kid.
Al turned from where he waited in the shadows, his new suit rumpled. Treble is sleeping, he said, voice low. Im sure hes doing the same.
Sleeping or in shock? I mused, stretching out my awareness and finding nothing, nothing at all. Trents grip on my elbow pinched as he looked behind us at the empty graveyard. Al took the stairs, impatient with our slow pace. Neighbors watched us from behind tweaked blinds, vanishing when he sarcastically doffed his hat at them. Youd think they never saw a demon before, Al muttered.
I think its the helicopter, I said, glancing over my shoulder before starting up the wooden stairs. Ivy had to be here. She was scared, possibly hurt. Vampires always went home to ground when they were hurt. The city was in a panic, but here in the Hollows it was eerily silent as everyone held their breath for sunrise. Please be okay, Ivy. Please.
Al gave the DONT CROSS tape a look before yanking it down to flutter into the bushes. Jenkss wings were almost normal, and I felt the first hints of relief at the bright silver dust.
I found Bis, he said as Trent helped me up the stairs. He looks okay. His aura looks like hes just asleep.
Are you sure? I asked, and Al grunted as he shoved the door open.
I told you, its the shock. If theyre lucky, theyll simply not wake up.
Saying nothing more, Al strode inside as if it didnt bother him, but I could tell it did. His grumbling grew louder as he clicked the light switch several times to no effect.
Jenks, what about Ivy? I whispered.
The pixy hovered before Trent and me, a worried dust slipping from him. Shes in her room. Nina too. Wait! he shouted when I started forward. Slow down. You go in there stinking like fear and youll set Nina off. Give Ivy a chance to organize her thoughts. She knows youre here. Theyll be afraid of Al, but you and Trent look like easy prey.
Oh God. Its bad?
Jenks nodded, making my heart sink. You, cookie maker, need to take a backseat. We know how to bring Ivy down. You dont.
I know what not to do, Trent said, but his worry was obvious as he helped me shuffle inside. I was glad there was no light as I looked over the soggy gloom. Al was poking about my seldom-used desk, head cocked as he held up a tiny chair Jenks had left there. Jenks was darting about, lighting the candles we had scattered around for when the power went out. Slowly the space brightened as the wicks took hold and wax began to burn. It smelledsort of a sour, bite-at-the-back-of-your-throat smell, stinking of vampire fear and heartache. Ivy . . .
I looked down the black hallway, both afraid and anxious.
Maybe I should go get Bis, Trent said, and Jenks made a sparkling beeline back to us.
Thats the best idea Ive heard out of you since you, ah . . . never mind. Youre going to need a ladder, Jenks said, but Trent was already taking the belfry stairs two at a time. Sighing, Jenks pointed at Al, then his own eyes, and then Al again before following Trent.
Al frowned, wearing that same wary, reluctant look hed had in Trents office before he walked out with Newt and Dali. He made a get on with it gesture, and my heart thudded. Jenks was watching him, eh?
Ivy? I called, wanting to give her even more warning. You here? It was obvious she was, and I limped to the top of the hallway. There was a thin crack of light leaking from under her door, and I looked at Al. Why are you here?
To catch you when you fall. And you will fall. Its simply a matter of finding the right lever.
Swell. Ivy? I called again. Ah, you okay?
Breathless, I waited at the sudden slide and thump of something heavy in Ivys room. A frantic hush of words followed. It was Ivy, and I reached out, finding myself painfully yanked back into Al. I fought to get his hand off me, stopping when Ivy shouted, No. Nina, no! I hesitated, Als grip easing as Ivy added, Its Rachel. Please. Ill be right back.
Dont take it away. Dont leave me. No. No! Nina howled, a desperate pain in her voice. Oh God. Give it to me! she suddenly raged. Give it to me!
I couldnt move as Ninas fierce demands dissolved into heartrending sobs. Any hope I might have had that the newly undead might survive their souls died. Clearly Ivy had captured Ninas, and Nina was out of her mind to get it back. Everything was out of balance and her second death was the only way to bring it back again.
Whoever made this curse was a sadist, I whispered, and Als grip on me fell away.
The light spilled into the cramped hallway as Ivy opened her door. The sound of Ninas heartrending sobs pulled at me as Ivy slipped out and shut it behind her. The newly undead were often unpredictable as their mind reorganized under overwhelming shifts of hormones and instincts while the body fought with the mind, trying to convince it that it was still alive. Hunger usually kicked in when the original aura was depleted to a measurable threshold. But that wasnt why Nina begged for Ivy to return in great gasping sobs. It wasnt blood Nina wanted, it was her soul.
Back against the door, Ivy stared at me with black, haunted eyes, chilling me. You shouldnt be here.
This shouldnt have happened. I hobbled forward, tears blurring my sight. Ivy, Im so sorry, I gushed, my arms going around her as she began to cry.
Great gasping sobs shook her, and I held her to me, the silk feel of her hair bunched between us. My own tears flowed at the unfairness of it all, the end of her hope that she and Nina might have something normal, that they might have a life, a love, in the fleeting time they were allowed a moment of happiness before the curse came around full circle and took it all away.
Im so sorry, I whispered, hardly breathing.
She wanted me to kill her, Ivy sobbed, her voice muffled. She begged me, but I couldnt do it. I couldnt even lie to her and promise I would.
Its okay, I said, and she pulled back from me, eyes glistening as Nina quietly wept behind the door Ivy guarded.
Ivy wiped her eyes, looking more beautiful than Id ever seen her even if it was grief that brought her alive. She died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, Ivy whispered. There was no way to stop it. And I couldnt finish it. When she begged the paramedic to, I . . . I wouldnt let him.
