Awakened (House of Night #8)(80)

"But will you invest him with power that I can command?"

I will.

"Then my wish is that you accept this sacrifice. I will not wait for the mother when I can have the daughter, and the same blood, now." As you wish, my heartless one. I grow weary of this. Kill her quickly and let us move on to other things.

Neferet didn't speak. She turned and walked over to the human. The woman was pathetic. She wasn't even struggling. All she was doing was sobbing silently as the tendrils of Darkness cut red swaths across her mouth and face, and all around her body where they bound her.

"I need a blade. Now." Neferet held out her hand and instantly pain and cold filled it in the shape of a long, obsidian dagger. With one swift motion, Neferet slit Linda's throat. She watched the woman's eyes widen and then roll to show only their whites as her life's blood drained from her.

Catch all of it. Let none of the blood be wasted.

At the bull's command the tendrils of Darkness writhed all over Linda, attaching to her throat and to any other part of her body from which blood seeped, and began sucking. Mesmerized, Neferet saw that each pulsing tendril had a thread that returned to the bull, dissolving into his body, feeding him the human's blood.

The bull moaned in pleasure.

When the human was drained to a husk of herself, and the bull was thrumming and swollen with her death, Neferet gave herself to Darkness, utterly and completely.

Heath

"Go long, Neal!" Heath drew back his arm and aimed for the receiver in the Golden Hurricane's jersey with the name SWEENEY in bold letters across his back.

Sweeney caught it, and then feinted and dodged around a bunch of guys in crimson and cream OU uniforms to make the touchdown.

"Yeah!" Heath raised his fist, laughing and shouting. "Sweeney could catch a gnat off a fly's back!" "Are you enjoying yourself, Heath Luck?"

At the sound of the Goddess's voice Heath put away his fist pump and gave Nyx a semi-guilty smile.

"Uh, yeah. It's great here. There's always a game I can quarterback-- awesome receivers, great fans, and when I get tired of football there's that lake just down the street. It's stocked with bass that would make a pro fisherman cry."

"What about girls? I see no cheerleaders, no fisherwomen."

Heath's smile faltered. "Girls? No. Well. I only have one girl and she's not here. You know that, Nyx."

"I was just checking." Nyx's smile was radiant.

"Would you sit and talk with me a moment?"

"Yeah, sure," Heath said.

Nyx waved her hand and the old-school replication of a college football stadium disappeared. Suddenly Heath found himself standing on the precipice of an enormous canyon, so deep that the river that roared through the bottom of it looked like only a thin silver thread. The sun was rising over the opposite bank of the ridge, and the sky was shaded with the violets and pinks and blues of a beautiful new day.

Movement in the air caught Heath's eye, and he noticed hundreds, maybe thousands of sparkling globes that were tumbling down into the gorge. He thought some of them looked like electric pearls, and others like geode balls, and still others were fluorescent colors so bright they almost hurt his eyes.

"Wow! It's awesome up here!" He shaded his eyes with his hand. "What are those thingies?"

"Spirits," Nyx said.

"Really, like ghosts or something?" "A little. Mostly like you or something," Nyx said with a warm smile.

"Well, that's just weird. I don't look anything like that. I look like me."

"Right now you do," Nyx said.

Heath glanced down at himself, just to be sure he was still, well, him. Relieved at what he saw, he looked back at the Goddess. "Should I get ready to change up?"

"That depends entirely upon you," Nyx said. "As you would say in your world: I have a proposition for you."

"Awesome! It's cool to be propositioned by a goddess!" Heath said.

Nxy frowned at him. "Not that kind of proposition, Heath."

"Oh. Uh. Sorry." Heath felt his face getting really warm. Jeeze, he was a retard. "I didn't mean anything disrespectful. I was just kidding..." He stuttered to a stop, wiping his face with his hand.

When he looked at the goddess again, she was smiling wryly at him. "Okay," he started again, relieved she hadn't blasted him with a thunderbolt or something. "About that proposition?"

"Excellent. It's nice to know I have your full attention. My proposition is this: choice."

Heath blinked. "Choice? Between what?"

"I'm so pleased that you asked," Nyx said with only a little teasing sarcasm in her pine voice. "I'm going to give you a choice between three futures. You may choose one of the three, but know before you hear the choices that once you decide upon a path, the outcome is not set--it is only your decision that is set. What happens thereafter is left up to chance and fate and the resources of your soul."

"Okay, I think I get that. I get to pick something, but once I pick it I'm pretty much on my own?" "With my blessing," she added.

Heath grinned. "Well, I hope so."

The Goddess didn't return his smile. Instead she met his gaze, and he saw all humor was gone from her expression. "I give you my blessing, but only if you find my path. I cannot bless a future in which you choose Darkness."