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Stevie Rae

Stevie Rae had known something was wrong, even before she got the phone call. She was just as sure that somethin' had gone wrong in Greece as she was sure the sun would fry her faster than a cook at McDonalds could fry burgers. She just knew, because of two reasons: 1) Rephaim was actin' funny, and through their imprint Stevie Rae could kinda tell it was somethin' to do with his daddy, but not exactly what, and 2) Since becoming a full red vamp, Stevie Rae could sense things that were kinda hard to explain. And plus, Nyx had come to her in a dream and told her to go to Greece ASAP.

And that was why Stevie Rae was sitting on a plane, on her way to Greece. A jet to be exact; the House of Night's private jet. And since, unlike most imprints, it was uncomfortable for her to be away from Rephaim and vice versa, she had had to sneak him onto the plane, too. It had been hard, but Stevie had done it, and Rephaim was now sitting beside her, looking very alert.

"It's alright," she murmured soothingly for the umpteenth time. "Nobody's in the cabin 'cept you and me. Everybody else is in the…well, wherever it is the workin' folks go. An' besides, we'd be able to hear 'em comin', and the seat in front of you is too tall for them to see you anyway."

Rephaim relaxed a little at her words, but still looked freaked out in that calm way he always seemed to have, even when he was in pain. His wounds were definitely healing well, but Stevie Rae knew that they were still hurtin' a lot,—mostly because she felt anything and everything he did—and she seemed to know, deep inside of her, that he would never fly again. That made her sad, 'cause she could feel how much it made him sad.

Stevie Rae's skin was almost completely healed, thanks to Rephaim's blood and her super-quick healin' abilities, but every now and then a spot would get rubbed or bumbed and get sore. She knew that Rephaim could feel her pain just as she felt his, and this made her feel tremendously guilty. And all that speedy healing made her feel super-duper tired. The tiny shred of sunlight peeking out from beneath the closed window made her feel even more tired, because it reminded her that it was still daytime. So she lay back her head, closed her eyes, got comfy, and muttered for Rephaim to wake her when they arrived.

Zoey

I was floating along in nothingness, and then I was in the tunnels where the red fledglings lived, and where the evil ones still do. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, and when they did I saw that I was in the tunnel that leads to the kitchen. A movement caught my eye, and I looked over in the direction it was coming from, only to see Stevie Rae heading into the kitchen. I followed her, wanting to see how she was doing. As I approached the doorway, I could hear her talking to somebody in her cute Okie twang, but that person's response was too quiet for me to hear by voice recognition.

I stepped in the room just to be blinded by the bright fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. My hands flew to my face to protect my sensitive eyes, but not before I saw two silhouettes against the tunnel walls. I heard Stevie Rae gasp, "Zoey!", and there was some rustling around as well as a grunt of pain as my eyes slowly adjusted. I still had the silhouettes imprinted on my vision as I lowered my hands and could, thankfully, see. I squinted my eyes to get a good look at the second person, but they were no longer there. I looked back at Stevie Rae, who was standing there almost too innocently, and narrowed my eyes.

"Who was that?" I demanded, bypassing the pleasantries.

"Who was who?" Stevie Rea asked with fake puzzlement on her face.

"Who was just standing with you?"

"Nobody's standing with me Zoey," She said with a small, nervous giggle as she looked around herself pointedly, to prove that nobody was near her.

"I just saw and heard somebody, and can still see them—right there," I concluded as I pointed next to her, referring to the silhouette still tingeing my vision.

Her eyes widened, and her eyes flicked nervously toward a mound of pillows and blankets lying in the corner.

"W-Whadaya mean?" She stammered fearfully.

"I was talking about the second figure I saw standing beside you before I was blinded by the light, and I can still see imprinted into my vision," I explained grumpily as I rubbed my eyes. "Now, who was it?"

A couple moments went by, and we just stared at each other; Stevie Rae twiddling her thumbs anxiously and me standing with my arms crossed, waiting for her to answer.

"I-it's really good to see ya, Z," Stevie Rae finally said quietly. My stature softened, and I sighed. I could only hope that she'd tell me later, when she was ready.

"Yeah, you too."

"They told me what happened."

"Yeah."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully, "I don't even know what's going to happen to me, really. I'm just kinda stuck…in limbo," I added with a smile.

She answered with a tentative smile of her own, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was hiding this time.

"Ya know, Z, maybe you could use wind or spirit or somethin' to zoom ya right back into your body," she suggested after a few moments. Then her eyes screwed up in worry. "Can ya even use your gifts anymore? I mean, your tattoos are gone, so do you still have your affinities?"

"Yeah, I've used them before," I replied, suddenly cheerful, "And my marks are coming back too, see?" I pulled back my hair and tank top's strap so she could see the faint blue designs. Huh. I'd forgotten I was wearing a tank top. It was purple. Just FYI.

"That's great, Zoey!" Stevie Rae exclaimed, genuinely happy for me. Then her eyes shifted to the pile of bedding in the corner, and I noticed the distinct shape of an arm underneath a blue sheet. What—no, who—was it that she was so afraid to tell me about?

"You can trust me, Stevie Rae, you can tell me anything," I urged gently. She met my eyes, and a few moments later nodded firmly, as if convincing herself that this was true.

"I didn't exactly tell you the truth the other day," she admitted after taking a deep breath. "When the sun was burnin' me up, there was somebody with me, and he saved my life, Zoey, and more than once." The bundle of blankets, pillows and sheets in the corner moved a bit, and Stevie Rae started walking slowly towards it, talking as she moved. "Ya see, the red fledglings, the bad ones, really hate my guts. They tried to kill me by trappin' me on the roof in an attempt to save someone I'd saved once before. But that someone returned the favor and saved my life that day. He shaded me from the sun, so I didn't burn completely away. Then he helped me break the bars that the red fledglings had put over the roof to keep me in. Then he carried me down under ground, so's I could be in my element, even though he don't like it underground."

I was furious that the bad red fledglings had tried to kill her, but I tried to keep my cool. Stevie Rae was now standing next to the heap of bedding, but made no move to reveal who was under it. She swallowed and continued.

"And, the reason mine and Aphrodite's imprint broke, was…was 'cause I formed another one with someone else. I was hurt, and needed blood, and he let me drink his 'cause he said he owed me, for savin' his life before. And, well, we imprinted." She concluded with an anxious shrug.

"I see." I wasn't happy that she'd lied, and I wondered why she had, so I pressed for an answer. "But, who was it? Who did you imprint on?" I tilted my head deliberately at the mound of blankets and pillows.

"I-I didn't even know it could happen," she was suddenly really nervous as she grasped the bedding, "And, Z, please, just…hear me out."

I wondered what she was talking about when she suddenly lifted the blanket away with a flourish that made me dizzy, and seemed to make the edge of my vision shimmer. And underneath that blanket sat a Raven Mocker, his big, red eyes staring at me in what looked like defiance, but on that unhuman face, one couldn't really tell. I looked at Stevie Rae, who looked completely at ease with the monster, then at the creature itself.

"This, is who I imprinted on," Stevie Rae confirmed what I'd already guessed, and she seemed to feel better now that she'd gotten it off her chest.

I pointed with one shiny finger, straight at the Raven Mocker. She nodded, and I took a step backwards from the abrupt lightheadedness that overcame me.

And then my world exploded.

Stevie Rae

Stevie Rae woke with a start, jerkin' up faster than a jackrabbit at the sound of someone talking to her.

"Priestess? We'll be landing in about ten minutes," said the super-nice flight attendant lady. Stevie Rae looked around wildly for Rephaim, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Have you lost something?" inquired the flight attendant politely.

"No, just thought I dropped my…uh, pillow," Stevie Rae replied, instantly grabbing the pillow at her feet. She smiled real big until the lady turned away, then she stood up quickly and started calling out for Rephaim.

"Rephaim? Rephaim? Where are you?" She whispered only loud enough for him to hear if he was near.

"Here," came a muffled voice from underneath the seat in front of her, and a hand popped out a moment later. As Stevie Rae helped him out, she could feel the plane in it's descent. She could also feel the pain he felt as he dragged his hurt wing out, and winced along with him.

"I gotta tell ya somethin'," Stevie Rae told him after he was standing beside her. "I had a dream 'bout Zoey last night, an'—"

"Yes, I know. I was there with you. And I don't think it was necessarily a dream," Rephaim interrupted calmly. But then again, he always seemed calm.

"That's what I was afraid of," Stevie Rae muttered, cursing the fact that she'd lied to Zoey…again.

"You did not wish me to be there?" he asked with a confused look on his bird-face.

"No, I was talkin' 'bout the fact that you don't think it was just a dream," Stevie Rae explained, "But it is kinda weird that you dreamt it too."

"Yes. It is also worrisome that your friend burst into many glittering parts, is it not?"

Stevie Rae couldn't help it; she laughed. Really dang hard. It felt so good, like it melted away all her worries like the sun melted an ice cream cone. It made her feel lighter inside, and when she finally calmed down, the look of uncertainty and concern on Rephaim's strange-lookin' face made her break into a laughin' fit all over again. She wiped the tears from her eyes just as the jet touched down, and she told Rephaim how she was going to get him off it.

A few moments later, Stevie Rae's head popped into the cockpit of the jet, and asked the flight attendant if she could help her take her stuff from the plane. She didn't really need help, but it gave Rephaim the time and distraction to get off the plane with—hopefully—no one noticing. By this time, it was already dark in Greece, so Stevie Rae didn't need all that complicated protection stuff. So she hopped daintily onto a boat that a guide that had met her at the foot of the tarmac had led her too, and got into a deep conversation about what she was supposed to do if she dot seasick with the captain, so Rephaim could sneak onto the boat. It made her feel kinda uneasy, the way he snuck 'round so effortlessly.

The boat ride there seemed to take forever, and when they finally arrived at the island, Stevie Rae was so anxious to talk to her group that jumped from the boat and nearly forgot her bags and her companion. She distracted the captain again, got Rephaim a safe distance away from any spyin' eyes, and then made her way quickly to where her pals were. She walked with a purpose, a way to contact Zoey suddenly in her head. She had no idea where it may've come from, but she was going to try it out with her friends anyway.

"Now, you just stay out here, 'til I come and getcha," Stevie Rae instructed her imprintee, who nodded solemnly then dissolved into the darkness of the night. A brief thought crossed her mind; what if he goes right to his daddy and tells him…stuff we don't want spilled? But she already knew the answer to that. Of course he wouldn't, and if he did, she would feel it.

This in mind, she hurried to the door and burst inside, not stopping to knock. She had delayed this trip for too long as it was; Lenobia wouldn't let her come 'cause she 'needed to heal'. So it had been three days since the phone call, and she had some things to tell her buddies. She asked a guard where Zoey Redbird could be found, and he told her after a quick glance at her red mark. Stevie Rae suddenly felt self conscious of her difference from regular vamyres, but almost immediately got over it. Why should she care what others thought of her?

"Stevie Rae!" a high-pitched squeal came from behind her. She turned around, expecting one or both of Twins, but instead came face-to-face with Jack.

"Hiya' Jackie," Stevie Rae greeted him warmly, but then cut to the chase. "I need to see Damien and the Twins. And Aphrodite, too," she added as an afterthought; she had an awful lot of explainin' to do.

"Sure," Jack said brightly, and led the way.

When Stevie Rae and Jack entered the room, the mood change was definitely evident. There were flowers everywhere, sad people, and the atmosphere itself was gloomy and depressing. As she glanced at the hospital bed in the middle of the room, Stevie Rae stopped cold. There was Zoey, but all her pretty tattoos were gone, just like in her dream. And she was out cold, only breathing by herself. There was an IV in her arm and a catheter in her…well, ya know. The sight made Stevie Rae even more determined to help.

"Damien, Shaunee, Erin," she began, "I have an idea of how we can talk to Zoey…maybe."

At the sound of their names, each of her friends looked up at her and smiled in hello, but the smiles didn't reach their eyes. They walked toward her, and muttered greetings, as if they were in a sacred room where someone wasn't allowed to speak loudly.

"I had a dream, and Zoey was in it, only I don't think it was simply a dream." She began, ignoring questioning looks. Shaunee and Erin huddled with each other, and didn't seem to be really payin' attention to what Stevie Rae was sayin', so she spoke directly to Damien. "But I think, that if we make a circle and sorta summoned her spirit, that we might be able to talk to her."

The twins looked at her blankly, but Damien's eyes lit up a little.

"You may be right—why didn't we think of that before?"

"You got any lavender or somethin'?" Stevie Rae asked as she examined the room around her.

"Not here, but I don't think we'd really need them, because Zoey's spirit wouldn't be malevolent and irate. I hope," Damien added with a shudder.

"'Course she wouldn't, Damien! Jeez, just 'cause she's not with us doesn't mean she's gone all evil or somethin'!" Stevie Rae barked impatiently. "Now, let's get started. I've, uh, I've gotta explain some stuff."

Damien and the now-attentive Twins gave her another strange look before Shaunee dashed away to get some candles, Damien told Aphrodite their idea so she could represent spirit, and Erin led Stevie Rae to an open space a few feet away from Zoey's bed.

Or, at least her body's bed, Stevie Rea thought realistically. If Zoey's soul was really in a bazillion pieces, what were the chances that she was still hangin' out in her body?

"Got the candles!" Shaunee exclaimed as she sprinted towards Stevie Rae and Erin, carrying green, red, blue, yellow, and purple candles. She immediately handed Stevie Rae the green one, Erin the blue, and Damien and Aphrodite the yellow and purple ones as they arrived, keeping the blue candle for herself.

"Wait!" Jack cried from behind them as he ran up to them with something in his hand. "I have a lighter!"

"No need," Shaunee said wickedly, seeming more like her old self, as she snapped her fingers and a lick of flame shot out.

"Nice Twin," Erin commented.

"Never get's old," Shaunee agreed.

"It is pretty cool," Jack piped in.

"Yeah, but we really need to—" Damien began before being rudely interrupted by Aphrodite.

"Goddess, just shut up, already!" She nearly shrieked, "We need to speak to Zoey if we want to get rid of Kalona, so you need to stop messing around!"

Stevie Rea was getting impatient too, and so she swung around towards the north, and said, "Damien, that's north," and he gratefully stepped into his place. When they were all situated in their particular spots, they just stood there, not knowing how to begin.

"Zoey usually initiates each element," said Damien thoughtfully, "So I suppose Aphrodite should introduce them, because she's taking Zoey's place."

Aphrodite sneered at him, and began the casting of the circle.

"Wind, help us blow Zoey's spirit back to us so we may converse with her," Aphrodite began before bein' interrupted by Shaunee and Erin's giggling.

"What is goin' on over there?" Stevie Rae asked incredulously as a tiny cyclone whipped Aphrodite and Damien's hair around when the candle lit.

"Sorry," Shaunee said bashfully, "We just—"

"—thought it sounded really funny the way she said it!" Erin finished with a giggle.

After giving them both a death glare, Aphrodite moved on to Shaunee.

"Fire, I call you to this circle to help us…uh, burn a path for Zoey to follow to get to us? Yeah, okay, you can laugh at that."

As Shaunee let out a melodic laugh, a burst of warmth radiated from her, and Stevie Rae watched in amazement as her hands glowed white-hot, but the candle in her hands did not melt or nuthin'. Ahrodite then moved onto Erin.

"I call Water to this circle; use your currents to give Zoey a push in our direction." As Shaunee used Fire to light the candle, a blue shimmer enveloped Erin and the salty smell of the sea drifted towards Stevie Rae, who breathed it in.

"Earth," Aphrodite began as she stepped towards Stevie Rae, "Please help guide Zoey to us, lead her in the right direction, and keep her on the straight path."

Stevie Rae felt the familiar feeling of grass beneath her feet and heard birds chirpin' and smelled the scent of …hmm, it was like wheat this time, only it smelled like it was being burned…

"Spirit, help us summon Zoey into this circle, bring her spirit to us so we may speak with her," Aphrodite didn't seem to notice the weirdness of the smell at all as she took her position in the center of the circle. As the candle lit, Stevie Rae was filled with a jubilant, bubbly sensation, meaning spirit had entered the circle. Aphrodite looked relieved that it had, as if she was expecting to be zapped again. For the first time, Stevie Rae noticed the lines of light connecting them, as they glowed even brighter at Spirit's entrance.

For a while, nothing appeared to be happening. But then, Stevie Rae noticed a sudden disturbance directly above the center of their circle, in the relative shape of a human.

It's working! She thought excitedly, as the figure became clearer and clearer, gaining color and definition with each second. There was the familiar brown hair, pretty hazel eyes, almost white skin, and purple tank top she had been wearing in Stevie Rae's dream. But last of all came the face. As Zoey slowly materialized in front of them, Stevie Rae could hear murmurs of elation from her friends. When all of Zoey was finally there, she was slightly translucent, 'cause she wasn't really there. It was just her spirit, or soul, or whatever you wanna call it. Then she spoke.

"Is this another dream?"

No, Zoey, it is not a dream.

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