Some things never changed.
The thought was the first thing to
catch Gabriella LaJumelle’s wandering attention. She slowly looked around the
cafeteria, wondering who was strong enough to project their thoughts so
clearly. It wasn’t often that she was able to hear what the humans were
thinking when she wasn’t trying. They were just too muddled most of the time.
It wasn’t that she didn’t sometimes listen, but they usually weren’t worth the
effort.
This human was. Whoever it was,
wherever they were, she needed to find them. She could feel excitement bubbling
up inside. Maybe she could show this one, make them understand. The person
seemed to have enough power inside of them...
"Gabri, look who just walked
into the cafeteria." Siona White’s voice, as usual, was coolly mocking.
Gabrielle glanced up, still trying
to find the human and only vaguely interested in what Shaun was trying to bring
to her attention. She focused in as the lunchroom fell deathly silent. Paris
Amnonne stood framed in the doorway, her face slowly turning a bright red.
Gabriella could sense everything
Paris was feeling radiating from her, including what she had heard earlier.
Disappointment rushed through her. She’d hoped that they’d be able to find someone
that could relate to them. Paris didn’t really count.
She realized suddenly that the girl
was still standing there by herself. No one even made an effort to bring her
into the room. They simply sat and stared. Pity stabbed through her.
"I’m inviting her over,"
she told the group sitting around her. She deliberately stood up, knowing that
all eyes would now be drawn to her. No one dared to make a sound.
"Gabri," Ashleigh hissed
urgently, "Monique is going to kill you for this! You know what she’s doing."
She suddenly realized that even those who were sitting in the back of the
cafeteria could hear her. Blushing, she subsided.
Gabri captured her gaze steadily.
"I do know. And I feel like it’s partially my fault." With
that said, she slipped away from their table to the self-conscious girl. Every
time Paris started toward a table, heads turned away and people refused to look
at her. Gabri suddenly wondered where Paris got the nerve to even come to
school anymore.
Her pity for Paris deepening every second,
she called out, "Paris, why don’t you come sit with us?"
Paris’ face filled with hope as she
turned toward the voice. Her face fell when she saw who was inviting her. She
didn’t say anything as she turned away in humiliation.
"Paris?" Gabri repeated
gently.
Paris turned back, her shoulders
slumped in defeat. "Why do you keep doing this to me?" she whispered
pitifully.
She didn’t understand why they were
making such an effort to ostracize her and make her life miserable. She had
never done anything to Monique. There was no reason for her to treat her this
way. Except for Jeremy... But that wasn’t her fault.
White-hot rage at her sister flared
through Gabrielle. This was not necessary to their plans for her. She
didn’t care what her sister said. "Please," she answered, "come
and sit with us. I don’t agree with what my sister is doing and I don’t approve
of it, either."
"Gabrielle?" the girl
asked tentatively. She hadn’t thought about the fact that it might be her,
especially since it was almost impossible to tell the twins apart. They were
too much alike.
"Gabri, please." She
smiled warmly and, after a few seconds, Paris smiled back.
Hope surged through her once again.
She knew that Monique was extremely popular, but if Gabrielle accepted you,
everyone accepted you. Even Monique. Luckily for Paris, Gabri was probably the
nicest person at Williams Academy.
Then another thought struck her.
What if this was Monique pretending to be Gabri? Her smile faded. She wouldn’t
put it past her, especially not after all the other stunts she’d pulled. She
almost couldn’t wait until next year when Monique would be gone.
"Paris, do you know
everyone?" Gabrielle’s voice was gentle, like she didn’t want to interrupt
Paris’ private thoughts. It was ridiculous, she knew, but there was something
in her that wanted to believe that Gabri knew what she was thinking.
She shook her head shyly and waited
to be introduced.
"These are my best friends.
This is Ashleigh Montgomery, Siona White, Gianna Forthe, and Kelsia
Solomon," she said, gesturing to each girl in turn.
The first was a girl with thick,
silky black hair falling waveless to her waist and pale, crystalline green
eyes. She was positively tiny and petite, but perfectly proportioned. She
smiled calmly at Paris.
The second person she indicated was
a tall, willow-thin blond with a model’s elegant figure. Her pale, almost white
hair contrasted sharply with the darkness of her midnight blue eyes and sooty
black lashes. It gave her face a startling effect. She stared coolly back.
Gianna, in contrast, was somewhat
shocking. She was definitely the most exotic. Her hair was a metallic tangle of
gold streaks of varying shades. Her eyes matched the gold of her hair. Paris
could have sworn that the last time she had seen Gia, her eyes had been as gray
as her own. Her eyelashes were tipped with gold and silver and bounced off them
at every angle. She even had iridescent glitter sparkling on her skin.
Kelsia was the last. She had thick,
shiny hair that fell to her shoulder blades, but it was a deep burgundy that
Paris refused to believe was real. There was a tiny butterfly tattooed beneath
one of her hazel eyes and the color of her mouth was the exact shade of her
hair. Paris wondered how many shades she’d had to buy until she found the right
one.
She shifted her gaze to Gabri, who
somehow managed to fit in with all of them. Who somehow made them seem like
reflections of her. She was slender, petite, and tall all at the same time. Her
hair was as normal as Leigh’s and Shaun’s, but at the same time it was as wild
as Gia’s and Kelsi’s. It was a deep, rich black that tumbled over her shoulders
perfectly straight, but when she pulled it back, there was a myriad of rainbow
colors streaked through it. Her eyes outshone all of her other features, huge
and dominant in her face, even though they were only a non-descript golden
brown. They were fringed by the heaviest, thickest, curliest black lashes Paris
had ever seen in her life.
Realizing that she was staring, she
smiled tentatively and dropped into the only seat available. She felt out of
place and somewhat inadequate, but she’d been invited, hadn’t she? That had to
mean something.
Gabri’s friends weren’t quite as
willing to go against Monique as she seemed to be. Siona glared, while frostily
commanding her, "That’s Monique’s seat. Get another chair."
She was surprised when Gabri
answered her just as coolly. "She’ll just have to find somewhere else to
sit today."
The girl that she had introduced as
Ashleigh spoke up. "She probably won’t even be in lunch anyway. You know
Monique." She smiled at Paris again before returning her attention to her
lunch.
"She’s not going to like
it," Gia sighed. She leaned back lazily in her chair and regarded her
thoughtfully, her gold eyes sweeping over Paris. She continued,
"Personally, I think she would fit in nicely. Do you see her as more of a
witch or a shapeshifter?"
"Excuse me?" Paris asked.
She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Gianna weren’t crazy. A witch or a
shapeshifter? Those were only real in the movies.
Gabri glared at her, fully aware of
the game Gia was playing. They all knew that there were no witches in this
town, not to mention that the shapeshifters were nearly extinct.
"I’m sorry about what Monique
is doing to you. I think she’s trying to get back at Jeremy, but it could be
that she’s just being nasty."
She shrugged apologetically. She
couldn’t really explain Monique’s actions. What would she tell her? That she
was going to be inducted into the Circle and this was just a test? She’d think
Gabri was as insane as she thought Gianna was. Gabrielle had caught that
thought easily. Besides, Monique was mad that Jeremy had turned her
down. So mad that now she seemed to keep him on a leash.
"She’s mad about Jeremy? Oh,
no!" Paris buried her face in her hands. It was too much for her to
handle. Something between a hysterical sob and a laugh escaped her.
"What?" Shaun asked
defensively. She didn’t find anything funny about Monique’s crush on Jeremy.
Paris sighed. She really didn’t find
it funny at all, despite her laughter. "Jeremy’s in love with Gabri,"
she moaned.
Ashleigh dissolved into laughter
before she could stop herself. Gasping for breath, she giggled, "He fell
for the wrong sister! Oh, my, wouldn’t Moni just die?"
Shaun’s reaction was a little
grimmer. "I don’t know what she’d do, but I can guarantee that it wouldn’t
be pleasant."
"I don’t think I want to find
out." Kelsi shuddered. She glanced at the entrances to the room as if
expecting Monique to appear.
"It may be a good idea not to
tell her. It’s bad enough that she’s going to hear about this little episode.
She’s just count it as further betrayal on Gabby’s part." Gia turned
toward her. The look on her face stopped her cold. "Gabri?"
"She knows," Gabri
whispered. She couldn’t tell them why he wouldn’t go out with Monique or why he
and Gabrielle would be together. Now was not the time. She and her twin had
agreed on that. She felt a sudden flash of resentment toward her.
It wasn’t fair that she should have
to stay away from the one person who meant something to her. Not that Monique
cared. But then, she had her own reasons for trying to make Gabri deal without
her soulmate. She didn’t understand what Gabri wanted. The only person she’d
ever told was Jessica. If only Jessica were here... Gabri quickly forced her
mind away from that subject.
"Gabri!" Gia called her
friend’s name for the second time. There was definitely something wrong. The
unfocused expression she wore didn’t cross her face for just anything.
Gabri’s head snapped around like a
puppet’s. "What? I’m fine." She ignored the worried expressions on
their faces and quickly began gathering up her things. She slung her book bag
over her shoulder.
"I have to go take care of some
things, okay?" Her voice was carefully controlled. So carefully that it
sounded like would break at the slightest disturbance. "I’ll see you
later, okay?"
Paris finally found her voice.
"Gabri?"
She stopped, but didn’t turn around
to face them again. Paris hesitated, not wanting to hurt her further, but she
had to make sure. "Don’t say anything to Jeremy."
Gabri nodded almost imperceptibly
before she ran out of the cafeteria.
The other girls’ faces were sober.
"You know where she’s going," Shaun stated. She leaned back in her
seat and watched Gabrielle disappear out of sight through the window.
"Where does she always go when
something upsets her?" Kelsi returned bitterly. "She’s going to
‘visit’ Jessica." She shoved back her chair and stalked over to throw away
her lunch.
"Who’s Jessica?" Paris
asked innocently.
"I don’t think..." Shaun
began, only to be cut off by Ashleigh.
"Don’t you understand? Monique
started it, Gabri approved it..."
"And I finished it. There’s
nothing you can do about it. She’s one of us now." Gianna’s voice was
laced with amusement. She turned to Paris. "But before we answer your
question, tell me something. What does Jeremy think of what Monique is doing to
you?"
"That’s what’s so strange about
it," she answered. "He never says a word about it and he seems to be
around her all of the time. It hurts."
She didn’t know why she answered
Gianna’s question. It wasn’t like her to share her private life or her feelings
with a bunch of people that she’d just formally met.
"Soulmates," Shaun
whispered. Her eyes widened in away, but then they narrowed. "Are
you one of us, Paris? Really one of us? Until death?"
She had the feeling that this
question was somehow important. She looked at the others for some kind of clue
how to answer, but they were talking quietly among themselves. Did she? She
didn’t know. Any group that included someone as nice as Gabrielle had to be
somewhat worthwhile. And then there were the people around her. Except for
Shaun, they were at least making an effort. That was more than most people did
for her these days.
Hesitantly, she answered, "I’d
like to be."
"What about after death, Paris?
Are you with us then?"
The other three girls stopped
talking then and sat looking at her silently. In fact, the entire cafeteria
became deathly silent for the second time. Paris didn’t even notice the
stillness; she was too used to the quiet whenever she approached a group or
entered a room.
She stared uncertainly back at them.
She asked herself again. Did she want to be part of this group, which so
obviously included Monique? Was it worth the risk? Apprehension bloomed within
her. She didn’t know! She thought of Gabri again. Anyone who was that nice and
belonged to a group like this had to have some reason behind it. A strange sort
of calmness settled over her.
"Forever," she said
clearly.
"I think that settles it rather
nicely, don’t you?" A new voice entered the conversation. Dread flooded
through Paris as she turned to see Monique standing behind her.
"Well, don’t just sit
there," Gabri’s twin chided gently. "There are things to be done
before tomorrow night. One of the first things that we have to do is retrieve
Gabrielle. She really needs to stop running off. The key is dealing." She
lifted one elegant shoulder. "But, if it works for her."
Paris tried not to watch or listen
to her little speech. She sat numbly in her chair, waiting for her to cause a
scene. She was almost shocked to hear her call her name and not in the mocking
manner that she usually used.
"Are you coming? You did say
you were with us. It’s not good to go back on your word." She laughed
softly to herself. "Yes, bad things can definitely happen if you go back
on your word."
Her golden eyes, so like
Gabrielle’s, seemed to pierce into her. She wanted to say something, maybe to
ask why Monique suddenly decided that she would be nice to her.
After a moment’s thought, Paris
slowly rose from her chair. "Where are we going?" she asked warily.
Monique sighed impatiently and began
to walk toward the door. It was like the Red Sea parting. Students tripped and
fell to get out of her way. Paris almost wondered if she was royalty. "I
already told you. We’re going to fetch Gabrielle. And Jessica. Yes, I do
believe it’s time to bring Jessica back to us."
Ashleigh drew in her breath sharply.
"Monique, that isn’t funny. Even you can’t raise the dead."
Gia interrupted before Monique could
respond. "Oh, but she’s not dead, Leigh. She’s merely sleeping. Isn’t that
right?" Gia looked pointedly at Monique, challenging her to lie.
Monique looked back at her steadily.
"Sleeping? Perhaps that is not the word I would have chosen, yet... she is
definitely not dead." Her eyes challenged them to contradict her.
"So what does that make her?
Comatose, maybe?" Shaun asked archly.
The side of Monique’s mouth curled
up in something like a smile. The tension within the group was lessened as she
showed true amusement at Shaun’s comment.
She paused at the exit of the
cafeteria, her eyes alight. "To the cemetery, then," she sang out
chillingly.
Paris shuddered, suddenly not sure
that she really wanted to go through with this. She only hoped Monique wasn’t
lying about not raising the dead.
Kelsi tilted her face up to the
brightly shining sun and inhaled the crisp spring air. "It’s always so
quiet here, so peaceful, so..."
"Dead," Gia suggested
succinctly. Kelsi threw her annoyed look over her shoulder as she climbed out
of the car. Paris giggled nervously.
Monique emerged from her sleek red
car and slammed the door. She surveyed the entrance to the graveyard coolly,
then asked, "Does anyone remember where we put Jessica? The last time I
came out here I couldn’t find her."
They looked at her, startled. She
couldn’t be serious. Leigh scrutinized her expression carefully, but all she
saw was honest curiosity. Monique really couldn’t remember. That was
interesting. How long had it been since she’d visited her?
"Did you ever bother to tell
Gabriella that Jessica isn’t dead?" Gia asked quietly and maybe a little
accusingly. "Or didn’t it occur to you that it might be more humane?"
Surprised, Monique moved closer to
her. She answered her question carefully. "I had nothing to do with
Jessica’s so-called death. I thought you knew the whole story."
She knew she should be probably be
offended by Gia’s question, but she also knew how they thought of her. Gabri
was the peacemaker while she was the one who caused trouble. But did they
really think she’d do that to her own sister? She squashed down the hurt that
was rising inside of her. She would never hurt Gabrielle. Never.
"What do you mean you had
nothing to do with it?" Ashleigh chimed in. "You practically told us
that it was your fault."
Monique shook her head slowly.
"No, Gabri was the one who staged Jessica’s death. Jessica asked her to
put her to sleep. It was the rule. I just found them."
Shaun’s mouth tightened. "Well,
why didn’t you tell us? All this time we thought she was dead."
"It was the rule," she
answered adamantly. There was a thoughtfulness about her that hadn’t been there
before.
"What rule?" Gianna asked.
She wasn’t sure what Monique was talking about.
Monique dropped down onto a nearby
headstone, fully aware of the action’s irreverence. "The rules," she
said, "were designed to keep the original Circle in line."
"You never told us about any
rules when we were born." Gianna’s voice began to tremble slightly. It
scared her to know that there were parts of her life she was unaware of.
"I didn’t tell you because the
rules don’t directly affect you. They were only for the Original Ten. They are
only for the Original Ten." She laughed bitterly. "At least, those of
us who are still alive."
She shook her head and started into
the cemetery. She passed by the newer headstones, and then by even the older
ones. Finally, at the deepest, oldest section, she stopped.
There, Gabriella was kneeling with
her palms laid flat against a crumbling headstone. It was very old; the date
read 1779. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating deeply. Not even the
noise of their coming to stand around her disrupted her engrossment in what she
was doing.
"She’s talking to
Jessica," Monique explained softly, watching her twin with a tenderness
that she never showed anyone else. It was touching.
She really cares about her, Paris
realized. Tears misted in her eyes. She couldn’t remember anyone in her life
ever looking at her with that degree of tenderness. Not even Jeremy.
If only someone cared about me like
that, she thought. If only I could be accepted as she is, unconditionally.
Ashleigh turned toward her.
"But you have. Haven’t you realized that yet?" Her pale green
eyes were somehow hurt. She looked like she had been rejected.
There was a moment of stunned
silence before Paris burst out, "I didn’t say anything! How did you know
what I was thinking?"
A small smile tilted her mouth up at
the corners. "Tomorrow," she said. Then she walked away, leaving her
with no real answer to her question. She muttered something unintelligible
under her breath.
Monique continued to watch Gabrielle
where she sat, oblivious, but now she moved forward and laid her hand on her
shoulder. It was a movement designed to get her attention.
Her twin’s startled gaze flew up to
meet her solemn face. It then dropped to the object she was offering her.
Sunlight glinted coldly off it. Paris felt chills run through her as she
realized what it was.
She took the silver-wrought dagger,
which would have been beautiful had it not looked so sinister, and simply
looked at it. Then, gritting her teeth, she laid it against her skin and
slashed it across her wrist. The thick crimson blood welled out of the jagged
gash and dripped slowly into the earth. She stared at her wrist dispassionately
until, to Paris’ shock, the wound scabbed over, healing itself in mere seconds.
Gabri leaned over to wipe the blood off the dagger on the nearby grass. Her
eyes gleaming with anticipation, she rose to her feet. "Let’s go."
"What?" Kelsi interjected,
disappointed. "We can’t leave now. You said we were going to wake Jessica
up!"
I’ll be damned if we’re leaving now,
she thought.
Gia broke into startled laughter.
"I hate to tell you, but you already are."
Monique interrupted them, saying,
"We have to go now." She glanced at the grave, her face full
of apprehension. She obviously didn’t want to wait around to see Jessica come
out of it.
"Monique is right. We don’t
know what’s going to happen now," Gabri said. She paused then, listening
carefully. The ground trembled in warning. Her eyes widened and she leapt into
action.
"Run!" she screamed.
She whirled around toward Monique’s
little red car, breaking into a steady sprint. Paris jogged more slowly behind
them, not realizing the danger. Gabri glanced back once to check on her and
yelled, "Paris, you have to come faster!"
"I can’t!" she shrieked.
The ground rumbled beneath her feet and she stumbled. Ashleigh was immediately
beside her, helping her up and pulling her away, but her body wasn’t
cooperating. Her pant leg was caught on something. Ashleigh let out a
bloodcurdling scream.
"What?!" Paris asked,
panicking.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my
God..." she was sobbing hysterically. "Don’t look. Oh, my God, don’t look!"
Paris looked. Oh, God, Monique had promised,
she thought. She stared down at the hand of the rotting corpse that had been
holding her in place. Things like this didn’t happen. It wasn’t real.
Ashleigh regained her composure,
just barely. She kicked at the hand, trying to free Paris from its grasp. She
finally got it to break away from the arm it was attached to. They watched in
shock as the grip tightened and then loosened. It fell lifeless to the ground
in front of them.
Paris told herself to breathe. This was just a dream, wasn’t it?
It had to be. There was no headless body coming toward them. She was just
trapped in a really realistic nightmare. In a few minutes she would wake up and
it would all be gone.
This is not a nightmare,
Ashleigh answered. Paris didn’t even realize that she wasn’t speaking out loud.
It wouldn’t have occurred to her anyway. Sure, she could believe that they
could hear her thoughts, but she wasn’t one of them. She didn’t have that
talent. She was normal. And quickly becoming hysterical.
She couldn’t even do anything as the
body came toward her. Gia shoved her out of harm’s way just in time. The thing
flopped aimlessly to the ground. It lay there twitching, trying to find its way
back up. Kelsi stepped out of its way as it scrabbled at her feet.
It wasn’t real, Paris reminded
herself.
"Move," Monique ordered
calmly. She took Paris’ arm and pulled the terrified girl toward her car. Paris
allowed herself to be led away.
The next thing she knew, she was in
Monique’s car with no memory of having gotten there. She sat there, trembling,
unable and unwilling to speak. The other girls’ faces were pale and drawn, with
one curious exception. Gabrielle was exhilarated by the whole thing.
Psycho, she thought. She shuddered
just looking at that happiness. Maybe she didn’t want to be a part of this
after all... She’d seen what happened when Gabri sliced her wrist open. Human’s
skin didn’t do that, which must mean that she wasn’t human. And if she wasn’t
human...
Paris didn’t want to think what she
might be.
Monique started the car, the engine
purring softly like a contented cat. She backed slowly out of the entrance and
started toward the twins’ house. No one was talking.
Finally Gia spoke, breaking the
silence. "Monique, Gabriella, what went on back there?"
"We brought Jessica back to
life." Monique watched her in the rearview mirror, noting her disappointed
expression. "Let me guess. You expected some sort of elaborate ceremony
that involved chanting over the grave and human sacrifices, right?"
She blushed. It clashed with the
gold of her hair, Paris noted absently, her brain still not working correctly.
"Well, maybe not that exciting. Just... something a little different.
That’s all." She was getting the impression that Monique was laughing at
her. She wasn’t far off the mark.
"Rotting corpses rising from
the grave was quite enough for me, thank you. The next time you promise no
body-raising, you’d better mean it." Kelsi shuddered delicately.
Monique smiled grimly. "I
wasn’t aware that we would be raising any. Kristopher never bothered to mention
that part to me." She sighed. "Kristopher... God, I wish he were
still alive." The last statement was made with an aching wistfulness.
Gabri looked at her sharply, then
hesitated. She knew that Monique was going to believe what she wanted no matter
what, but she should know. Even Gabri was able to feel him. Monique had
raised too many barriers, even against the mention of him. She wondered if she
should even try.
What was she thinking? She had
to mention it. It was too important not to.
"He is," she said finally.
"That’s impossible,"
Monique snapped. "We all saw him die. You were there. There was no way he
could have lived through the fire."
Gabri gritted her teeth. Well, she’d
known this was going to be difficult. Her twin had spent almost two hundred
years erecting shields against him. It would take more than her reassurance to
break through them. Still, Monique should be able to feel him better than she
could.
"Just like they all saw Jessica
die, right, Monique? As for the explosion, Mone, you know what Kristopher was
like! If he couldn’t stop that from killing him, he wasn’t what I thought he
was. Reach out." She shut her eyes. "He’s there. I can feel
him."
Her twin’s eyes filled with tears,
her face stricken. "Kristopher," she whispered, almost too afraid to
reach out and find that he was not there.
Gabri sighed. She took her sister’s
hand, knowing that it was the only comfort she could offer her from across the
car. She felt bad for Monique, but couldn’t relate to what she was going through.
The other five girls were trying not
to listen or question the conversation the twins were having, but after a few
seconds of silence, Siona interrupted.
"I know that we, well, Gabri
actually, bought Jessica back or tried to or whatever, but how, and why?"
she wanted to know.
Monique glanced at them in the
mirror again. "I’ll explain it to you tomorrow," she answered
vaguely.
"What’s so important about
tomorrow?" Paris asked suddenly. Every time anyone wanted to know
something, Monique or Gabrielle told them to wait until tomorrow. She didn’t
understand what the wait was for. Why couldn’t they just tell her now and get
it over with?
"Because you aren’t one of us yet,"
Gabrielle answered her. "Tomorrow we will be one."
"One," she sneered under
her breath, figuring that they would hear it one way or another. "I think
I was better off ignorant."
Ashleigh’s expression was serious as
she replied, "You probably were."
"Ashleigh," Monique
reprimanded sharply. "Don’t."
She returned her gaze with a
belligerent stare. Then she shrugged and hunched down in her seat with a sigh.
There was no point in trying to make anyone mad.
"Jessica won’t come right away,
Monique. She’ll take care of things first."
"I know, Gabri. Believe me, I
know."
The seven girls sat tense and silent
in the living room of the twins’ house, waiting for Jessica to come to them.
The minutes ticked by slowly. Gabrielle sighed and rolled over onto her stomach.
The silence was getting to her. She stood abruptly, suddenly realizing that she
had made a mistake. How could she have been so stupid?
"Gabri, what do you think
you’re doing?" Monique asked crossly. She was sitting on the floor next to
her sister. The whole group was irritable from waiting and she was no
exception. She was more tense than the others, for she was worrying about
Jessica while the thought of Kristopher prayed on her mind. If Gabri was
right... She couldn’t fathom what it would mean. To the Circle and to
her.
"She’s not coming,"
Gabrielle stated calmly. The entire group turned to stare at her.
"What do you mean she’s not
coming?" Gia was just as annoyed as Monique. It didn’t bother her one bit
to take it out on Gabri. "You said that she was coming here."
"I’m not infallible," was
Gabri’s unruffled reply. "I just realized that she can’t come."
"And just why not? It’s not
like she hasn’t been here before." Ashleigh jumped into the conversation
out of pure boredom.
"It’s not that," she
explained. "It’s Paris. Don’t you see? She senses that it’s too dangerous
for her if she comes. I have to go to her."
She hoped they did understand. That
they remembered what it had been like when they had been changed. Gabrielle
remembered clearly. The hunger had been overwhelming, the disorientation almost
paralyzing. It was only after she had fed... She shoved the thought out of her
mind. She didn’t want to think about what had happened then.
"I’m coming with you,"
Shaun responded stubbornly. She stood up and faced Gabrielle, her mouth set
obstinately.
Seeing that Shaun was prepared to
fight, Ashleigh stood and quickly announced, "I’m going, too."
"And me," Gia’s husky
voice stated firmly.
"I’m not being left out,"
Kelsia agreed. The four of them closed in around Gabrielle to form a wall
between her and the door.
Gabri stared at the human blockade
in amusement. "You can’t," she said finally. "Somebody has to
stay with Paris to protect her. All of you do."
"You can’t go alone, Gabri.
It’s too dangerous. At least one of us has to go with you. We won’t let you
leave by yourself." Shaun’s voice was cool. The others nodded in
agreement.
Monique’s rich laughter flowed from
behind them. "Do you really think you can stop her? You would only be an
added worry to her. She’d end up protecting both herself and all of you at the
same time."
"Protect us from what? We can
damn well take care of ourselves," Shaun shot back. She was getting mad.
What did she think they were? Humans?
Monique’s laughter died a quick
death. "Newborns. That’s all you are. Kristopher or anyone from the
original Circle would eat you up before you even realized it. As it is, I have
to stay here and protect you while you protect Paris."
"Who is Kristopher?"
Gabri answered Kelsi’s question.
"Kristopher is Monique’s soulmate. We thought he died, but he’s still out
there. I can feel him in my mind."
"If he’s one of us, then why do
we need protected from him?" Ashleigh asked.
"Because," Monique
replied, "Kristopher believes in survival of the fittest. To him it would
be no more than sport to kill you all and you don’t have the power to stop
him."
Gabri looked at her sister,
wondering about the pride she heard in Monique’s voice. Especially over
something like that. "To Kristopher, you’re all children, and she,"
Gabrielle gestured to Paris, "is food."
"I can see where that may be a
problem," Kelsi agreed. "We’ll all stay here."
She didn’t know about the rest of
them, but she personally didn’t see the need to put herself in danger
voluntarily. She’d stay right here with Monique, thank you, and the rest of
them would, too. She didn’t want to see them eaten, either.
Gabri moved to the entrance,
hesitating before walking through. Shaun wondered if she were nervous.
She wasn’t happy that Kelsi had
spoken for all of them, but she didn’t say anything. She fully intended to slip
out the back door after her.
Gabri looked around one last time.
Her face was solemn and her eyes were somewhat weary. "Kristopher will
come tonight," she warned. Then she disappeared into the darkness.
Monique nodded to herself in
agreement. She turned back to the other girls. "Well, I guess the only
thing we can do is wait."
Ashleigh groaned. "I hate
waiting."
Gabrielle stepped hesitantly into
the overgrown clearing. She shivered involuntarily. The grove resembled the one
she had been born in so closely that it was like stepping back in time. The
only thing it was missing was a cliff. Twisted, tangled weeds grew across the
tiny meadow, hinting at unearthly things. That coupled with the misshapen
shadows gave the entire place an ominous feeling. She shuddered again. She
suddenly decided that she couldn’t take it. Jessica would just have to choose
somewhere else to meet her. She turned, fully prepared to leave, when a deep,
hauntingly familiar voice broke the silence behind her.
"Are you looking for someone?
Me, perhaps?"
"Kristopher," Gabrielle
breathed. Anticipation flowed through her veins and she quickly scanned the
darkness for her familiar frame. Strong arms closed around her from behind.
"Kris!" She twisted around to face him and hugged his lean frame,
clinging to him as though he would disappear. Kristopher disentangled himself,
keeping only one of her hands in his as he gently led her over a fallen log and
sat down. She gazed searchingly into his face.
He hadn’t changed since she’d last
seen him. His tall, muscular frame was the same as it had always been and his
dark hair still fell engagingly into his eyes. The expression in those hooded,
thickly lashed pale green eyes was the only thing that was different. They held
a hint of cynicism in them, a hint of cruelty that hadn’t been there before. It
made him seem harder and even a little bit frightening.
"I’ve missed you so much,"
she whispered fiercely. "It was so frustrating to reach out and feel your
presence but not be able to find you."
"Monique thought I was
dead." It was a statement, not a question, and there was a touch of
bitterness in it.
"You just vanished, Kris. What
were we supposed to think? You never let up know that you were out there,"
she protested. She shifted on the log in agitation.
His expression was hard and just a
little unforgiving. "Yet you knew I was alive, Gabriella. She is mine.
She should have known as well."
"Maybe
she didn't want to know, Kris." Resentment crept into her voice. "You
just left. You didn't care about what would happen to us or how we would
survive. You left us all alone."
The
happiness she'd felt at seeing him slowly ebbed away, leaving nothing but a
sense of betrayal in its place. "What could have been so important?"
"I
found the rest of the Ten," Kristopher replied nastily, "but when I
brought them back, you were gone. You," he snarled, "left me."
"How
long were we supposed to wait? It was fifty years before we left Paris. Fifty
years. That was as long as I could convince Monique to stay. And why should
she have stayed? You were dead, remember? She had to wake up every morning
believing that, and it almost killed her."
"She
should have known," he repeated stubbornly.
What
he had said suddenly hit her. "Wait. You found the rest of the Ten?"
The barely concealed excitement in her voice was not lost on him.
His
beautifully shaped mouth twisted into a sneer. "What was left of them. I
arrived in time to see Anastasia burned at the stake as a witch. She escaped,
but only to be bled to death. It was pathetic, really."
Gabriella felt no sadness at this
news. Anastasia had been selfish and pleasure seeking. She’d never worried
about the consequences her actions could have for the entire Circle. And why
should she have? The individual members of the Circle had looked out for no one
but themselves. "And the Others?"
Kristophe studied her assessingly
before he replied. It was almost as if he were looking for something… Finally,
he answered, "Chretien survived, as did Isabella."
"Only three?" she
whispered, both surprised and shocked. "But… What happened? Where is
everyone else?"
He sighed deeply, focusing on a
point over her shoulder. She wondered why he wasn’t looking at her. "There
are stories… People say that there are times, certain days when they see
glimpses of the girls in the mirrors in our old castle. When I call, no one
answers."
"Of course they don’t
answer," she responded cynically. "They aren’t a part of us
anymore."
He laughed. "They will always
be a part of us, Gabriella. Nothing can change that. Not even death."
There was a grim finality to his voice. An image flashed
through her head almost too quickly for her to recognize it as a memory. Pain
accompanied it, bringing her to her knees. He watched her impassively, so she
knew that it was coming from him.
The image swam into focus, crystal clear and almost more
vibrant than life itself.
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