Chapter nine
I feel myself pale. What had the power to make someone forget the worst thing to ever happen to them? Could it effect more people?
"I can take you to them," Charlotte offered. "Maybe you can figure out something we can't."
Will looked at me, as if for permission. I nodded, a little too eagerly, and my glasses slipped down my nose.
Will chuckled. "We'll go," he said. "Max and I are on the case."
Charlotte led us along. I tried to keep track of where we where, but distance and directions are useless to the dead. There is some grass, a few dead (no pun intended) flowers. I counted three hills before I decided it was pointless.
We approached a rather large group of spirits. It was the most people I'd ever seen in one spot. Most of them seemed to be mudanes, but I could spot an occasional vampire or shadowhunter.
The crowd parted for Will when they spotted the runes that swirled along his arms. I followed Will as we neared the center of the crowd. Standing side by side, dazed and confused, where Emma's parents.
They looked, well, like death. Bruises and cuts ran over them, mixed with a few odd runes I'd never seen before.
"Will? What are those...?"
Will put his fingers to his lips.
"Mr and Mrs Carstairs?" He asked. The pair raised there heads and stared at Will, unfocused. "Can you tell me what happened to you?" He uses the same kind of voice Izzy talked to me with when I was younger.
"Waves. The ocean." Mr. Carstairs offered. Judging from the look on his face, even those words took great concentration.
"What about the runes? What can you tell me about them?"
"Light. Lots of light."
"Who did this to you?" Will tried asking a more direct question.
"Blood, fangs," Mr. Carstairs twitched and raised his hands to his head, shouting in pain. Will backed away.
"A memory block." He whispered to himself. "Downworlders did this."
