"Traitors!" Suzanne shrieked so loud I felt like I'd been slapped. But it was the burst of power following her scream that caught my attention.Quaid and Brad were suddenly minor hiccups in the grand scheme. In fact, nothing that happened tonight was important anymore. My demon and I were so hyper- focused on Suzanne, the rest of the world just faded.The disheveled cheerleader looked dirty and unstable, jacketless, her short-sleeved t-shirt filthy, jeans torn at the knees and stained with mud, as though she collapsed many times and still dragged herself up from the dirt. She must have done some hard drinking and falling since our encounter at the fire. Her blonde hair hung limp, half-free of the low pigtails she artfully began the evening with. She stood in front of the bonfire, swaying, alone, a beer clutched in one white-knuckled hand. I instinctively took a step toward her, Quaid right beside me as the power I felt when I first arrived flowed outward from her, weak and stringy, b
I tried not to shiver but was losing the battle. Something about that much negative magic along with a chilly late April night proved enough to cut me to the bone and I was so wrung out I didn't have enough energy to even really care.So I gave up the effort and stood and shook, hugging myself and clenching my teeth against the steady rattle as I watched Mom, Uncle Frank and Sunny do a tour of where the party had so recently been.I was right they already knew and didn't need us to tell them we were in trouble. In fact, Quaid and I just barely caught our breath when Uncle Frank, carrying my mother, landed next to us."Syd." Mom had been breathless despite the fact Uncle Frank had done the flying, panting with the need to reach me. She crouched close and hugged me hard. "Thank goodness you're all right." She latched on to Quaid and drew him in as well. "We came the moment we felt it."I heard the rustling hiss of another vampire and looked up. Sunny settled on the grass with Erica P
My attempt to sleep when I arrived home that Sunday morning was a wasted effort. There was far too much going on in my head to let me rest. In fact, my head ran so busy even my demon grumbled in protest.So I dragged myself to the basement and tried to focus. If the night before taught me anything, I needed to get a handle on my power, like immediately.I intended to spend my entire sunny Sunday locked up in the basement. I started running drill after drill, sometimes succeeding, most times not as my focus drifted in and out, concentration blasted by my lack of sleep, surges of nausea and worry about that thing being out there somewhere.Part way through the morning, I felt the swell of power coming from my father's stone effigy and reached for him with relief. The doorway between our planes only needed a connection between him and someone on our side to open, despite the coven's need to glorify the process with stupid ceremonies. I gladly gave him the key he needed and the massive
I retreated to my bedroom and took a few minutes to write down what Gram said so I could tell my mother before stretching out on the top of my quilt. My brain fell suddenly quiet and I closed my eyes, grateful for a moment to rest.I felt the heavy weight of Sassafras land on the end of my bed and the movement on the mattress as he quietly padded his fat cat body to my side. He circled and settled against me, taking a moment to clean his tail before landing his nose between his paws with a sigh.In the stillness of a Sunday afternoon, exhausted and stressed, I finally found peace and fell asleep.There is nothing more disorienting than waking up fully clothed on top of your homework with no memory of the night before. I dragged myself from my bed and squinted into the sunrise. It only took a moment of confusion before I kicked myself and swore softly under my breath.I slept the night through and missed the vampires.In the bathroom across the hall, I surveyed the past few day's d
By the time school ended, I was so frazzled I could barely remember my locker combination. Pain's intuition along with the obvious tampering she underwent made me jumpier by the minute. Not to mention the absolutely casual disregard the entire student body had for what was clearly a huge event. It wasn't very often what the family could do scared me. Creep me out, give me the willies, turn my stomach yes. But flat out scare me?All of a sudden, I felt heart-poundingly, cold sweat inducingly terrified.I breathed a sigh of relief when I arrived home and found Mom's pristine blue and white '66 Mustang coupe parked in its usual place in the driveway. At least I wouldn't have to wait around for hours while she did her coven crap to talk to her. I could never convince the woman to carry a cell phone. Mind you, I could at any time reach out to her with my mind, but it seemed like such a waste of magic, not to mention risky in the barfing department. Plus, it felt like such a mundane use fo
Despite my attempt to fake normal, I knew I still looked pretty pale from what I'd overheard. Alison confirmed it by getting to her feet and offering her hand in an instinctive gesture."Syd?" She had genuine concern on her face and I cursed inwardly at my lack of control. "Are you okay?"Which, of course, meant everyone had to make a big fuss over me. I took some deep breaths, very grateful when my demon offered her support without me having to ask."I'm fine, I'm fine," I tried to reassure them. "Really. Just tired all of a sudden. I'm sorry, I have to go home."There were regretful murmurs, but no one seemed pissed and even Blood had a look of understanding on his made-up face so I didn't feel so bad."Thanks for everything," I said, throwing my coat on and grabbing my purse."We didn't get to presents!" Alison shoved a small box into the top of my purse. "And at least let one of us drive you home!"I knew the fresh air would do me good."I'm okay, really. I just have my stu
I shifted under the weight of the heavy black velvet cloak I was forced to wear to such witchy occasions and tried not to make my discomfort obvious to the gathered coven. Namely, to my mother who stood, similarly dressed, beside me. Surrounding me, suffocating me, was the press of the coven, about a hundred odd men, women and children, tied together by magic, chosen allegiance and blood lines.At least the cloak was warm. It helped I bundled on a turtleneck and wool sweater before I left the house, but the cloak cut the last of the chill. I guess that meant it was actually good for something.Fueled by my uncommon bout of optimism, I tried, really tried, to focus on my mother's droning voice as she began the evening's incantation, leading up to the power spike that I, Sydlynn Hayle, unhappy witch and demon child, would use to light the Beltane bonfire and welcome spring.Yipee for me.Still, I had trouble concentrating with all the extra crap floating around in my head. Crap I had
I think Quaid was just as shocked as I was.Every other time the two of us even brushed skin against skin, there was this instant seal, a melding of power. I always found it simple to form a bond with his magic, if not with him personally. But, suddenly there was a barrier between, making us weak in the face of the creature. I found myself moving slowly forward, being pulled by the thing, linked to it for some unknown reason and unable to work myself free.And from what I could tell, Quaid was in the same boat. Whether it had to do with ours being the first power it encountered when it awoke or something else we couldn't explain, the thing had a thread, a line to us it used to draw us out of the safety of the site and into its hungry arms.Over my mother's dead body.She was there beside me, a force of nature as much as that thing was of the unnatural. A wall of magic severed the connection to it. I staggered slightly, feeling the tug of Quaid's hand as he suffered the effects of t