Davy Harwood in Transition (The Immortal Prophecy) Page 5

  "It's blue. The oceans cover most of the planet."

  Something sparked in her and shot through me. "I know, but my connection is to the land, not the water. Maybe Tabitha has that connection."

  I heard her voice, but it came from a distance. When that something sparked through her, I was bombarded with images. One was the ocean as if someone was riding over it to us. The other was of a girl in a field. She was watching me. Slim. Long brown hair. Blue eyes. Another image was at night. Brown was standing in front of me and she held her hand out to me. She was trying to warn me about something.

  "Davy?"

  Brown stared at me. "Are you okay? Wait! Are you a witch too?"

  "No." My voice came out hoarse. "How long have you been one?"

  She sighed in disgust. "I've felt like I've been one all my life, but I didn't start doing spells until now. I was forbidden to talk about it or do anything with magic in high school. Tabitha's the chosen one in my family and that's only if she chooses to become a witch. All the family powers will go to her. Not me."

  "Is your mom a witch?"

  "No. She chose to pass on her powers. You can do that in my family. You can get all the powers from our ancestors."

  "And if you don't? What then?"

  She shrugged. "You just live a normal life."

  "And if you choose the powers?"

  Her voice trembled. "Then you have the responsibilities of all the other witches in my family."

  "What are those?"

  "I don't know. You don't know until the powers pass onto you."

  "What if your sister decides she wants to be normal?" I flushed as I realized I was jealous. The girl had a choice.

  "Then the powers will go to the next oldest daughter, hers or mine, or Kendra's. Not me."

  Her eyes looked like she was seeing something far away, remembering something painful. She bit her lip for a moment and more tears welled up in her eyes. When she brushed one away, I realized that she'd forgotten about my existence.

  I felt magic in her and she was just beginning, but the power in her was enormous. I felt it. It reached me. It was why she told me any of this. And I knew her magic would grow the more she trained and reached for it.

  A wave of sadness swept over me and I knew it was hers. My empathic abilities had gone inside of her. I wanted to heal her. When she didn't react, I knew she couldn't sense my powers. I decided to push a little further inside of her.

  When I found the thread of her magic, I followed it deeper inside. It stopped and I felt it was boxed in. That's when I realized that though she was blocked from her own magic, it still seeped out slowly. She was pulling it out the more she learned and she was determined to get it all.

  "You really want your powers, don't you?"

  Brown jerked her eyes to mine. "What? Oh, yeah. Is it that obvious?"

  "I can feel it from you." I frowned. "What happens if your sister gets the powers and you do too? Can there be two?"

  "There never has been before so I'm not sure. Why?" Then her eyes popped open again. "I can't believe I've told you all this. I'm usually—I never talk to people. What is it about you? Do you have a special power over me? That's the only thing that would make sense. I feel like a fool." As she spoke, she shot to her feet and started stuffing papers in her bag. When she shoved the book in too, I opened my mouth to remind her it wasn't supposed to be taken home, but she rushed away before I could say anything. It wasn't long before I heard the door alarms sound.

  Then I sat back down and wondered about this girl. I knew I should've been curious about her powers as a witch, but anything magical or supernatural didn't surprise me anymore.

  "Your thoughts are transmitting so loud, I could've heard them on a radio."

  Roane glided out from one of the book shelves and sat where Brown had left.

  "I thought we weren't supposed to see each other?" I frowned when my voice came out raspy, but I couldn't help it. There was something about Brown that made me sad. I didn't think it came from her anymore because I still felt it and then Roane showed up.

  It was me. I was sad.

  'Were you in my office before? I felt you, but I couldn't place you.'

  'I know about the Roane Elders, about the other vampires.'

  'What do you know?'

  'They want to take away your huntership and they want to kill me.'

  'What else?'

  'That they can't. You're too powerful because your blood is in me.'

  He looked away and swallowed. Roane kept his emotions in check, but I felt his fear for a second before it was taken away the next moment. He didn't want me to feel what he felt. I chose not to comment how that hurt, but was it my place to know those things? He loved her, not me.

  He thought, 'The Elders sent a sorcerer. He felt your presence, but he can't narrow it down to where you are in town. I shouldn't be here. They might be tracking me—'

  'They're not. You know they aren't. You're better than them.'

  Roane frowned for a moment. "I wanted to ask if I had been imaging things or not. I know I hadn't so I should be going."

  I wasn't going to say good-bye. I didn't want to do that anymore, but I watched him. He didn't move. Then he looked around, and still didn't move. "Was that a witch you were talking to?"

  I nodded. "She's powerful, but something's blocking her. She has a weird family thing. She was telling me about it."

  "She's a Bright. I've heard of their line, but I've never met one before."

  "You know of them?"

  He nodded. "Lucan was lovers with one of them, when we first became vampires. She stirred a lot of his thirst for the unknown. The Bright women are powerful witches, but most of them don't use their power. No one knows why."

  "It only goes to the eldest daughter."

  He shrugged. "Regardless, they all have the ability, but they don't want their power or they don't use it. The Vampire nation would be more curious about them if they did. I'm glad they don't. We have enough problems with witches and sorcerers. Your friend doesn't have power? I thought I felt some from her."

  "She has power, but it's blocked to her. She can't access it. A curse was put on their bloodline. I could remove what's blocking her, but I don't know if I should. I'm afraid what might happen."

  "Don't. It'll draw more attention to you. You need to stay hidden. Do normal things." Roane stood up again and looked around. A flash of emotions crossed his face. "Are you doing okay? It's been a few days. How's Emily?"

  "She's normal again. Bennett's lovespell was nasty. I went in her a few times and removed some of that madness. Horrible. I hate vampires." I cringed and then realized I had said. "I'm sorry! That's not what I meant."

  Roane smiled gently. "It's fine. I'm not too fond of my race right now either."

  Oh right. "Is it bad for you? What are they going to do to you?"

  "They tried to kill me. It didn't work. They left and they'll send hunters this time."

  "You'll be going against what you are?" But he was better. He was more powerful because of me. He'd be fine. Right?

  His eyes sought mine and held them. "I'll be fine. Gregory, Wren, and others are loyal to me. They'll help me, but yes, I am more powerful than them."

  I was relieved to hear that. I knew it, but it seemed more real when he said it.

  "Davy, why didn't you let me see you today? I felt you. I wanted to see you," Roane spoke in a soft voice.

  "It wasn't really me. It was what I am. It didn't want you to know I was there. I was confused too." That was when I realized that I'd never told him about Saren. Then I realized that I didn't have any intention of telling him. I trusted Roane, but something held me back from telling him. I wasn't sure why and that bothered me. I didn't want to always feel alone.

  "You're transitioning into your powers. You don't know them, not fully."

  Saren had said the same thing.

  Roane looked towards where he had come from. He still didn't move so I asked, "Is there somethi
ng else? Is something bothering you?" Was it her? Was he thinking of Talia?

  His eyes whirled back to mine. I saw her in them. He had been thinking of her and that hurt more than I ever wanted to admit. "Do you miss her?"

  Everything in him shut down. Roane was stiff now and he spoke, "I'll check with you every now and then. I don't want you to worry about me. I'll be fine and if something happens, Gregory and Wren will come for you. You'll be protected by one of us if you should need it."

  He left abruptly and I couldn't help but think more should've been spoken between us, but she changed everything. The memory of Talia would always come between us and I had to accept it. He loved her, not me. A part of me wanted that to change. That same part of me clung to the idea that it would, that he'd turn his love to me, but I wasn't so sure now.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  I tried to be normal after that day. Blue called me a few times, but I never answered. I knew she called because I skipped that meeting and the next two, but I couldn't tell her why. Saren told me not to speak to Blue anymore and for some reason, that didn't bother me. It should've, but it didn't. Maybe I had sensed what she was trying to warn me about my sponsor?

  "Hiya, roommate!" Pippa called out when she came through the door. My actual roommate followed behind carrying a shopping bag.

  "Hey guys." I tried to sound cheerful, as much as Pippa, but I didn't have the heart. And I didn't think her greeting was that funny. She had become like a roommate since she and Emily had become best bosom buddies. "You guys look happy. Why?"

  Emily frowned. "What's wrong with you?"

  What was wrong with me? What was wrong with her? More and more my roommate had started to transform into someone who was direct and dare I say it? She met problems head-on? Was this possible?

  I narrowed my eyes. "You're changing. Why?"

  Pippa's eyes widened and she grew silent. I felt her melt into the background.

  Emily dropped her bags. "Excuse me if I'm changing. I don't feel right, if you really want to know. And who are you to talk? You've changed too, Davy. It's like you're moping. You ignore calls from that purple lady and you don't go anywhere except for class." Then her eyes got wide. "Is this about Kates? Did you guys have a fight and I didn't know? Am I being a bad friend?"

  Pippa glanced at Emily. Her nostrils flared and I felt the wolf sniffing the air. It felt like she was trying to sniff her way into me. When I felt the tickling, the giggle rose up and I stood from the desk. "This has nothing to do with Kates. This is about you. You were going crazy and now you seem off. I don't know why, but it's different."

  "Bad different?" I heard the caution in Emily's voice.

  "No." The tickling hadn't stopped. "It's a good different. I don't feel like I've been a part of it and that makes me a little sad, I guess." Then I laughed.

  Emily frowned.

  I laughed harder and glared at Pippa.

  "What?" My roommate looked between us two. "Davy, do you think this is funny?"

  "Not at all." I couldn't stop giggling.

  "You're laughing. That's not polite."

  She sounded so offended, which only made me giggle harder. Pippa was sniffing like crazy. It felt like her nose was pressed into my butt.

  "I'm sorry." I bit down on my lip, trying to silence the laughter. Then I snapped at Pippa, "Stop it!"

  She squeaked and rushed out of the room.

  "What?" Emily's mouth hung open. "What is wrong with you? She wasn't doing anything."

  She was, but I couldn't tell that to Emily so I shrugged. "I'm jealous of her. She's your new best friend. You two are always together and it's like you're attached at the hip. I'm sorry. I'm human. I felt left out."

  I was going to hell. A very bad, dungeons-with-fire type of hell.

  Emily melted. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Davy. I didn't think you cared. You seem so aloof sometimes, like there are things bothering you, but you never tell me. I had no idea it was me." She put her hand on her chest. "I'm touched, I really am."

  I saw that she was genuine and my self-loathing kicked up a notch. Emily was a good person. She was human. She was a bystander and she'd already taken a few hits from the life I lived. Vampires. Being kidnapped. Now a werewolf was her best friend.

  "Oh. Don't feel bad. Really."

  "But I do." Then she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. "We will hang out. You. Me. Pippa. All three of us. I want the two of you to become friends. It'll be great."

  This was the last thing I wanted, but she was right about one thing. I had been moping. I had no real life. I was pathetic so I plastered on a bright fake smile. "Okay! Let's do it. Us three. We should go drinking."

  Emily's smile disappeared. "What? Drinking? Nooo."

  "It won't be like the last time. I promise." There was no Kates this time. We'd be fine.

  "I was hungover for three days and I don't even remember drinking." Emily shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

  "Oh come on. It'll be fun."

  Emily still didn't look convinced.

  "You need a pick-me-up, right?" I clasped her shoulders and smiled again. I even showed my teeth. I blinded her. "Let me give that to you. You need something to help jump-start your life."

  "Not really," Emily murmured. "I thought that was you?"

  "You. Me. What's the difference? Let's go out, have an adventure, and laugh about it over coffee tomorrow."

  "I don't want to be hungover," she mumbled.

  I shoved her towards the closet. "Pick out a hot outfit. I'll go tell the dog and then we'll head out. It'll be fun. Trust me."

  "Dog?"

  But I was already out the door. By the time I knocked on Pippa's door, I had another fake smile on. "Hiya, neighbor!" I even waved cheerfully.

  Pippa stepped back. "Hey."

  "Emily and I are going out for a drink. Come with."

  "I don't know." She glanced up and down the hallway. "I might stay in."

  "You're coming with us. No debate. We'll have a grand time."

  Pippa tried to grin, but it faltered. "Are you sure?" Then she drew me into the room and shut the door. "What about, you know, me being a werewolf and whatever you are. I still haven't figured it out. You're not a witch, are you?"

  Images of Brown flashed through my brain. "No. I'm not a witch."

  "Oh." She visibly relaxed.

  "You don't like witches?"

  "No. Not at all. They don't like us."

  I couldn't imagine why. My smile went up a notch. "So are you coming?"

  She bit her lip and twisted her hands together in front of her. "Can you tell me what you are? It's really been bothering me."

  I fought against the urge to roll my eyes. "I'm empathic."

  "What?" There was confusion first and then understanding dawned. "Oh, I get it. Vampires go crazy about empaths. No wonder you smell like them so much. Or, used to. You don't smell like vampires much lately. Are they leaving you alone?"

  A part of me felt like she bought that half-truth too easily, but the other part condemned me to hell again. "Are you ever going to tell Emily about you?"

  Then Pippa shrugged. "It's not my place to tell her what I am. Her mate will tell her. It's his place."

  Mate. I didn't like the sound of that. "Who is this guy?"

  Pippa smiled again and tugged at the ends of her two braids. "I have no idea, but she'll meet him. I feel it in my blood. So does she. She feels the promise of him through me. It calms her when she's near me."

  I'd seen it in Emily. If Pippa went away, the old Emily would be back within a week. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. The new Emily seemed stronger, but if I had learned anything through my ordeal with the vampires it was that if something was being kept hidden, it wasn't a good thing.

  I wasn't a good thing.

  Ugh. The guilt flared inside of me again. Lies and secrecy. Both words weren't good and my life was all about them now.

  "You know what? Nevermind. We can go for a milkshake instead."r />
  Pippa frowned. "Are you sure?"

  "Yeah. That'd be better." I was kicking myself as I went back to my room.

  Emily had already changed for the night out. She was dressed in a shimmering white shirt over gray slacks. She looked good, very good. But she smiled and waved towards my desk chair. "You didn't tell me about Brown. She should come with us."

  My eyes popped wide when I saw the witch at my desk with a book in her hands. She smiled politely and stood. "Hi, Davy. Remember me from the library? I've thought a lot about that day and decided that you'd been sent to me for some answers. I can give you those answers." Then she extended the book to me. "You can read as much about werewolves as you want. It's not my place to stand in your way."

  What?!

  Emily gushed, "She's a witch! Can you imagine that? We know our own witch."

  Oh. Not good.

  Then my roommate murmured, "I didn't know you liked werewolves?"

  "What?!" Pippa squeaked from the open doorway.

  "Pippa, this is Davy's friend, Brown. She's a witch."

  Brown smiled and lifted the book again. "And I brought this for Davy. She wanted to learn about werewolves."

  "She did?" Then Pippa seemed to regroup. "You're a witch?"

  Brown lifted her shoulders and preened. "I'm a new witch. I don't have much power, but I can feel it. It runs in my family and I know, I just do, that someday I'm going to be a great witch. I know it."

  "Oh."

  While the wolf was at a loss for words, I stepped in. "That's wonderful, Brown. You'll be a great wol—witch. You'll be a great witch."

  "I'm going to be sick," Pippa whimpered behind me.

  Brown's chest puffed up and her cheeks got red. "Thanks, Davy. That means a lot and you barely know me too, not like that vampire that was watching us until I left. I saw him, you know. I felt him, I should say. He was a hottie. I didn't know you knew any vampires."

  "Oh my—" Pippa crashed to the floor behind me.

  "Vampire?" Emily questioned.

  I checked behind me and Pippa gave me a weak wave. One of her shoulders was propped against the wall. "I'm okay."

  "Did you say vampires?"

  Brown turned to Emily and nodded. "You couldn't guess how many go to this college. They're everywhere. Well, they were everywhere, but I didn't notice them much for awhile. Now they seem to be everywhere again. I don't know what's going on. My family doesn't practice witchcraft enough to be considered a threat or an asset by the vampire world. I think that's a good thing. How about you? Do you know any vampires?"