Loved (House of Night Other World #1)(17)

But it’s not me! Snap out of it, girl! Get your shit together and figure out what’s going on!

This time when she blinked she also rubbed at her eyes, and she noticed the body she inhabited dropped something.

Aphrodite forced her gaze down. There was a yellow candle at her feet.

Yellow candle? Air. With a start, she realized who she must be inhabiting. Damien!

She tried to maintain control over the vision, and over the terror that was drowning Damien, but because she was experiencing the events with him, his fear was debilitating. And that single fact was the biggest problem with Aphrodite’s visions. Because she didn’t just see them, but actually experienced whatever was happening in them—which usually included a horrible death—the emotions her host felt tended to screw up the fact-gathering she tried desperately to do.

Just let me look around and see where the hell we are, and what the hell is happening!

For a moment—just a sliver of a breath—Aphrodite controlled Damien’s body. She made it stand still and she looked around, trying to decipher where he was.

The place was familiar. Rocks, winter brown grass, more rocks—but everything was covered by the expanding torrent of blood, turning it alien and nightmarish.

“Get out of there! RUN!”

Z’s voice! Aphrodite tried to make Damien turn his head so she could look at Zoey, but his gaze was trapped by the things emerging from the scarlet geyser.

Oh, my Goddess! They’re red vampyres! But they weren’t like any red vampyres or fledglings Aphrodite had ever seen. These creatures seemed barely human. They moved with a feral, hunched stride, growling and hissing softly at one another. As she watched through Damien’s eyes, the creatures turned their heads to face him. Like a hunter who had just caught sign of his prey, their red eyes seared into Damien and they began to stalk toward him.

“RUN!” Zoey’s voice again.

Yes, Damien, for shit’s sake, RUN! Aphrodite agreed. But then the truth hit her as one more figure emerged from the tear in the ground. This circle hasn’t been closed. If Damien runs, that disgusting blood fountain is going to keep vomiting those zombie vamps!

Just then Damien was, indeed, unfreezing and scrambling backwards, rushing blindly for the stone stairway behind him. Aphrodite blinked frantically along with Damien, trying to clear his vision. And it worked. Damien’s vision cleared—just in time to see a terrible familiarity in that last emerging figure. The creature stood and his head swiveled, beast-like, to focus on Damien.

“Jack!” Aphrodite thought the name at the exact moment as the body she was in shouted it.

Then Damien ignored Zoey’s screaming to run, and Aphrodite’s mental screaming to stay and close the damn circle. He ignored his own terror. He knew only one thing, and Aphrodite knew it with him—Jack was standing before him.

With a movement that was definitely more predator than lover, Jack rushed at Damien, weeping tears of blood.

As soon as Jack was close, Aphrodite was hit by the stench of him. It was sweetly sickening and disgustingly familiar. Inside Damien’s mind Aphrodite was shrieking, Never mind with the circle closing—run, run, RUN! But her body didn’t move. Shock froze her in place.

Until Jack tilted his head back as if to gaze lovingly into Damien’s eyes and claim their reunion kiss. Instead of the kiss, Jack opened his mouth impossibly wide, exposing bizarrely sharp teeth, and with a feral growl, Jack Twist tore huge hunks of flesh from his lover’s face and neck.

Like a rocket, Aphrodite’s roving spirit shot up and out of the body as it collapsed. Awash in terror, hovering above the city, she gazed down at Tulsa as the red tide of bizarre vampyres spread, and the shrieks and death wails of the doomed echoed all around her.



Aphrodite knew what those things were—and they were so, so much more than normal red fledglings or vampyres.

“No! Oh, my goddess! No, Damien!”

“Aphrodite! It’s okay. You’re back. You’re safe.” Zoey’s voice came to Aphrodite, finding its way through her panicked gasps and pain-filled sobs.

Keeping her eyes pressed tightly closed, Aphrodite reached out, searching. Darius was there. Darius would always be there. He grabbed her hands, holding them tightly in his.

“You’re safe, my beauty. All is well. The vision is over.” Darius spoke softly, soothingly. “I have called the black car. It is five minutes out.”

“What was it? What did you see?” Stark’s voice intruded.

Aphrodite didn’t need to see Darius’ reaction. She could feel it. He stiffened and turned, putting himself between Aphrodite and Stark, as if to protect her from his questions.

But Aphrodite was a Prophetess of Nyx. She didn’t need protection. She needed to do her job.

“Zombies. I saw zombies. I saw them set loose on Tulsa, infecting everyone—killing everyone.” Into the shocked silence that followed her announcement, Aphrodite felt heavy, wet flakes begin to fall on her hair, face, and body. Unbidden, she heard herself speak the last words of Kramisha’s poem.

“Sometimes it

just

needs

to

snow.”





6


Zoey


“I know it’s super tempting, but we can’t keep this from Damien,” I said.

“Okay, I hear you,” Aphrodite said. “But I saw what I saw. Damien was the focus of their zombie rage, and Jack killed him. Scratch that. I’m pretty sure Jack killed him. I left while Jack was still eating his face, so one can only assume. If we’re going to tell him—and I agree that we should—we need to tell him the truth. Face-eating boyfriend zombie and all.”