Blood and Kisses(41)

Thalia felt her eyes widen at this display of strength. She knew Gideon was strong, but was he that strong? Her shield dimmed as worry broke her concentration. She swallowed, gritted her teeth, and fed more energy to the magic barrier.

Akos and Gideon now fought hand-to-hand, trading blow after blow. The taunting had stopped. Grunts of effort, and the thud of blows finding flesh were the only sounds Thalia could hear. They didn’t shape-shift. Thalia got the feeling this fight was too personal for that. The fun and games had ended, and the real battle had begun.

Their limbs blurred as they struck and parried. Thalia couldn’t tell who was winning. Akos lashed a kick Gideon couldn’t move fast enough to evade, knocking him back against the wall. Gideon’s head hit the wall with a hollow clang, and he slid to the ground and stayed there, unconscious.

Thalia yearned to run to him. Her body lurched forward automatically, but she planted her feet. Akos needed her death first. For Gideon’s sake, she must to maintain her shield.

“Thalia?”

She turned her head, searching for the female voice.

A woman stood in the corner. Her clothes were torn and stained, but her face was all too familiar.

“Lily.”

Her cousin smiled and came toward her, arms outstretched. Distracted, Thalia’s shield flicked like a short in a florescent bulb.

She fortified the spell. No matter how much she longed to believe her cousin was alive. She knew the truth. The dream she’d had so many nights earlier was finally happening.

“Thalia, it’s me. You don’t need to be afraid.” Lily advanced as if to embrace her and hit the shield. With a shriek of pain, Lily recoiled and the illusion dropped away, revealing a female revenant. The creature hissed. Fangs bared, she attacked, but the shield was too strong. Repelled, she staggered back, her skin black and charred where it had touched the shining blue energy. Again and again, she attacked and was deflected. Finally, she reeled back and dropped to the floor, twitching, clearly unable to stand.

Thalia felt a drop of sweat slide down her cheek. A shadow flashed by.

Akos.

She spun to confront him. He raised his hands and began to siphon magic from her shield. Thalia fed more power to it. It wavered, growing dimmer and brighter in turns as she struggled to keep up with the drain, reminding Thalia ominously of Mina’s description of what had happened in her vision.

She fell to her knees with the effort. Finally the shield faded altogether, and with a shout of triumph, Akos advanced to fulfill the prophecy.

Thalia scrambled back against the door, frantically feeling above her head for the elusive handle.

Heath burst into the warehouse from a side door.

“Poena!” he yelled. Yellow comets burst from his palms. They hit Akos in a shower of sparks. He screamed, face contorted with pain, and waved a hand in Heath’s direction.

A tidal wave of black mist enveloped Heath, knocking him to the ground. It wrapped around him like a cocoon and hardened, making it impossible for him to speak or move. He struggled for a second, then was still. She couldn’t see him breathing.

“Heath!” Thalia pressed back against the door.

He managed to roll over in the cocoon, and Thalia gave a sigh of relief. He was still alive.

Brushing off the effects of Heath’s pain spell, Akos turned back to Thalia and came forward, arms outstretched. She shrank back.

She’d had a moment of worry when Heath had stepped in, but the plan was working. Akos was taking the bait. He thought she was out of magic. He thought he had won. She stood. “Repellere!” A burst of blue light flashed like lightening from her hands. It hit Akos square in the chest, and he was flung, like the castaway rag doll of a giant. He hit the far wall and shook his head as if to clear it.

Thalia stepped away from the door to deliver the final blow. This was for Lily.

A motion out of the corner of the eye drew her attention. The golem! She spun. “Destruere!” The golem exploded into a million pieces, showering her with debris.

The mortuus spell on her lips, she swung back to finish Akos, but it was too late. An explosion of pain and a blinding white light filled her head.

And then she fell into the shadows.



“Waky, waky.”

Thalia dragged her eyes open. Akos stood above her.

A faint breeze brushed across her cheeks.

Ignoring the steady throbbing in her head, she scanned her surroundings. The feeble light of a distant streetlight etched golden tracings into the night, revealing the irregular surface of a brick wall, the hulking shape of a dumpster. She must be in some kind of alley, but where?

She looked up at Akos’ too-handsome face. His eyes held the gleam of satisfaction, as if he’d already achieved his goal. Fear flooded through her. What had he done? Where was Gideon?

She tried to get up, but the pain that strafed through her chest made her catch her breath. She pressed her hand against the source of the pain and discovered her shirt was warm and wet.

No, not wet—bloody.

“Now, don’t move.” Akos held out his hands, palms down. “I’ve nicked your aorta. That’s your largest artery, in case you didn’t know.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve made quite a study in death in my thousands of years. Depending on where you cut the aorta, the victim will bleed out in seconds or hours. You, on the other hand, have scant minutes.

“Where to place the cut was a difficult decision. I didn’t want to lose you before Gideon can make his sacrifice. Not after all the trouble I’ve gone to. But he won’t have time to get you to a hospital either,” Akos drawled like a doctor informing a patient about a routine surgical procedure. “And don’t worry, we’re in the alley outside the warehouse. He’ll find you.”

Thalia swallowed with relief. Gideon was alive.

She fought the weakness that urged her to lie back against the crumbling asphalt. If she could keep Akos focused on her, keep him talking, Gideon might be able to take Akos by surprise. “His sacrifice?”

“Come now, my dear. You remember the prophecy?” His face contorted, and to her horror, she found herself face to face with Ursula. Thalia cried out as she realized the psychic was dead. He laughed and his face morphed back to his own. He smiled dryly. “There’s always a prophecy. Mine ends with a sacrifice. It’s all very nebulous, of course, they always are, but I’ve had, uh...a lot of time to think about it. You, or course, are the ‘marked one.’”

Thalia’s blood-encrusted hand covered her birthmark. There was no denying the truth of that.

“You’re also a poisonblood.”

The “P” word was rarely bandied about in a witch’s presence, and he said the word with so much venom, she flinched as if physically struck.

“I had to get you together. I planted the paper with Gideon’s name on it with your cousin’s things to make sure of it.” His face was smug.

And why not? He’d manipulated her from day one and she’d fallen right into his plans at every step. I was such a fool. Angry tears wet her eyes.

“Gideon, being the foolish hypocrite that he is, will rush in, realize you’re dying and try to turn you,” he continued.

Thalia could only shake her head, mutely, denying Akos’ prediction.

“Yes. He will fail, of course, but the poison in your blood will kill him before he has a chance to grieve over your lifeless body. And I will receive power such as the world has never known.”

Thalia fell back on her elbows. Akos’s slick features moved in and out of focus. It was becoming harder and harder to concentrate. Speaking was difficult. Breathing hurt. She was acutely aware that exertion hastened her blood loss, but she had to hold his attention. “What does that mean exactly?”

“Inanna said when the prophecy came to pass, I would never have to worry about the sun again. When I can go about in the day, I will stake the other vampires in their beds until there’s no one left to enforce the Code. I will set the pettys against the witches. No amount of magic will save them from the fury of millions of panic-driven humans. No longer will I be forced to hide like some criminal. I’ll topple the mortal governments and rule, as I was meant to. They will call me God and bring me prey to appease me.” Akos seemed to retreat into his own megalomaniacal fantasy.

“What makes you think Gideon will try to turn me?” Thalia labored to force out the words. She gave in and let her head slump. She prayed Gideon would come soon. How much longer could she hold on? Already the light seemed dimmer, the edges of her vision blurred.

“Don’t be coy. It’s obvious he loves you.”

“You’re crazy,” she said in a whisper. God, she wished what he was saying were true.

Akos simply smiled, his eyes cold and dark as a winter’s night, and Thalia had the terrifying feeling that everything would come to pass just as he’d described. The evil in him seemed too much for his body alone to contain. It sought an outlet, so it could feed and grow like a cancer, perverting everything decent in its path.