Part 9
Savannah tapped her fingers impatiently. Silence had fallen once again. Tension seemed to hang heavily on the air. She glanced over at Jahmila who just shrugged helplessly. He didn't know what was going on any more than she did. She looked at Amber, who sat on the seat opposite her, a strange smile on her face.
She wondered what was up with Amber. Her expression seemed somewhat darker than it had been once she'd first come back.
Night was falling fast, and a blanket of darkness was starting to grow out the window. Savannah was uncomfortable. She didn't know where she was going, and Amber just wouldn't tell. Whenever she asked, all Amber would say, was "Wait and see."
A little pit of fear was starting to stir in Savannah's stomach. She tried to ignore it, but found it harder and harder.
The limo finally stopped. Savannah glanced out the window to find herself facing a large, dark manor house. Tall tress surrounded everything, creating lengthy, eerie shadows.
"What the..." Jahmila glanced out the window, confused. Then anger sparked on his face and he turned to glare at Amber. "You bitch!" he hissed.
Savannah blinked. "Huh?"
Jahmila looked over at her. "This isn't Daybreak headquarters. This is the home of Night World Council."
Weren't the Night World supposed to be the bad guys. Savannah turned to look at Amber, hoping this was just a mistake. Jahmila was wrong. But...she looked at the dark, creepy house. Daybreak didn't sound like the type of thing to have residence like this.
Amber was grinning unpleasantly, a large gun of some sort in her hand, pointed at Jahmila and herself. She must have had it hidden all along. "You're not with Daybreak, are you?" she said finally.
Amber smirked. "Humans are so stupidly trusting," she snorted in disgust. She gestured with the gun. "Lucky thing customised wooden bullets kill both vampires and humans too. So I suggest you just do what I tell you or die."
"Great choices," Savannah muttered. Why couldn't she use the blast of blue fire on Amber that she had used on Malachite and Celeste? That was weird.
She glanced around to see Celeste's car parked just before the big black limo. But Celeste had been blasted...hadn't she? She didn't even know how to really use the blue fire. There had been a fight and she'd been panicked.
The fire had just come out of her.
She debated on just turning and running. But that wasn't likely to get her anywhere but dead faster.
She followed Savannah into the gloomy house that looked on the inside as though it belonged in the seventeenth century. Jahmila's presence and closeness were at least calming her singing nerves.
They were led into a large conference room, where a group of people sat around a big black table. The scene looked as if it should be in black and white, the people had no colour to them. Their eyes gleamed cold and hard.
Almost all the people had no colour. The woman who sat at the head of the table had hair a frosty green, and eyes that changed colour from moment to moment, like a spectrum. Her features were exquisitely chiselled, her skin the colour of marble.
She seemed pleased to see Amber. The door opened and Celeste herself walked in then, smiling unpleasantly at Savannah.
"I don't believe this," Savannah muttered as Celeste joined Amber behind the green-haired woman.
"That's the Wild Power?" The green haired woman was looking at Savannah critically. She didn't seem too impressed.
"Who the hell are you?" Jahmila asked.
"Liliana Redfern," the woman said simply. "I'm in charge."
"Kind of figures," Jahmila said dryly.
Savannah was still reeling from the news that two people whom she had considered friends had both betrayed her, bringing her here, probably to die. Two friends, who were now all over each other. Savannah stared at him, an eyebrow raised in disgust. "Are you two...?" she trailed off.
Amber smiled faintly. "Sometimes."
"Men can get boring after a while," Celeste added.
"Hey, that's not true," Jahmila protested.
Savannah looked away from Amber and Celeste. "Eeuww," she muttered.
"As fun as the subject of sex is," Liliana put in, "it's not the issue here. The issue here is killing the little Wild Power and her soulmate."
"I don't want to die!" Savannah protested.
Jahmila took her hand. "You won't," he said firmly.
"How cute," Celeste snorted.
"It's not likely," Liliana added.
Savannah opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the double doors suddenly burst open and a group of figures were rushing in, surrounding the Night People.
"If you don't want to die, let the Wild Power go," a commanding voice boomed.
"I don't fucking believe this," Liliana snorted. She glanced over at Celeste and Amber, who had moved apart, and were looking alarmed. "How the hell did they get here so fast?"
"Don't ask us," Celeste said.
Savannah glanced over at Jahmila, who looked equally surprised.
~Blood,~ he said in her mind.
Savannah stared, not understanding.
~Blood has to run before you can use the blue fire,~ he said simply.
Savannah grimaced. She wasn't a fan of blood. But there didn't seem to be anything to cut herself with. Something sharp suddenly flicked across her wrist, making her wince in pain. She glared at Jahmila. Until she felt the blood spill.
"Oh please," Liliana said, smiling faintly. "You damned Daybreakers won't kill me."
"Maybe they won't," Savannah said. "But I will."
Liliana turned to her, with a look of surprise. Savannah concentrated, feeling the heat and power well deep within her. The more she concentrated, the hotter she felt. The power was growing. It came out of her in a column of electric blue, surrounding the room and obscuring her vision.
When it cleared and the energy fizzled out of her, the Night World council were gone. Liliana was gone. Celeste was gone. Amber was gone. The Daybreak rescue team was looking at her in utter awe and amazement.
Savannah felt rather smug and proud. "So what happens now?" she asked.
* * *
Epilogue
Savannah was more than happy to stay with Jahmila in a Daybreak safe house up until she was needed for the battle. Some of the other agents were coming in every day, teaching her to train and use her blue fire. The Daybreakers had taken the task of explaining to her family and convincing them to hide until the battle was over.
What would happen was still a mystery. Savannah had been confused, since she'd blasted the Night World Council. But she had been warned, just because she'd blasted that branch of the council, it didn't mean there weren't others who would organise the Night World.
But if she could destroy an entire branch of the bad guys, as Jahmila had pointed out to her, think what four people with blue fire together could accomplish.
The prophecies had been explained to her properly, it was the part about "In Blood the final price is paid/In blue fire the final darkness is banished" that particularly bothered her. No one seemed to know what that really meant. Everyone knew blood had to run for the blue fire to be used, but to Savannah, that part seemed a little more ominous.
She sat on a window seat in the lounge of the safe house, deep in the middle of a forest, where the Night World would never find her. She gazed upon a lake of still water, reflecting the trees and sky like a mirror. It seemed nice, peaceful.
She smiled as Jahmila joined her. "You okay?" he asked, slipping an arm around her shoulders.
Savannah smiled again, snuggling close to him. "Just thinking," she said. She studied him, thinking of how darkly sexy he was, and how lucky she was to have him. She had forgiven him, melting as he explained why he'd come for her.
But there was one thing she wanted to know. "When you were sent to protect me, did you know we were soulmates?" she asked.
"I didn't," he said. "I knew there was something different about you and - "
"Oh thanks a lot!" she snorted, insulted.
"I mean different in a *good* way," he protested. "I could feel something in the air when we were together. I knew when we discovered what it was it would be something *big*."
He had that right.
"But," he added with a smile. "Being soulmates gives me more reason to protect you. We're together now and that's what counts."
He was right. No one knew what was going to happen over the next few weeks, and those lucky enough to have found their soulmates, like her, were probably going to be spending ever spare minute they had with their other half, just in case...
"You're right," she said in agreement. "Now kiss me."
He did.
THE END.
Savannah tapped her fingers impatiently. Silence had fallen once again. Tension seemed to hang heavily on the air. She glanced over at Jahmila who just shrugged helplessly. He didn't know what was going on any more than she did. She looked at Amber, who sat on the seat opposite her, a strange smile on her face.
She wondered what was up with Amber. Her expression seemed somewhat darker than it had been once she'd first come back.
Night was falling fast, and a blanket of darkness was starting to grow out the window. Savannah was uncomfortable. She didn't know where she was going, and Amber just wouldn't tell. Whenever she asked, all Amber would say, was "Wait and see."
A little pit of fear was starting to stir in Savannah's stomach. She tried to ignore it, but found it harder and harder.
The limo finally stopped. Savannah glanced out the window to find herself facing a large, dark manor house. Tall tress surrounded everything, creating lengthy, eerie shadows.
"What the..." Jahmila glanced out the window, confused. Then anger sparked on his face and he turned to glare at Amber. "You bitch!" he hissed.
Savannah blinked. "Huh?"
Jahmila looked over at her. "This isn't Daybreak headquarters. This is the home of Night World Council."
Weren't the Night World supposed to be the bad guys. Savannah turned to look at Amber, hoping this was just a mistake. Jahmila was wrong. But...she looked at the dark, creepy house. Daybreak didn't sound like the type of thing to have residence like this.
Amber was grinning unpleasantly, a large gun of some sort in her hand, pointed at Jahmila and herself. She must have had it hidden all along. "You're not with Daybreak, are you?" she said finally.
Amber smirked. "Humans are so stupidly trusting," she snorted in disgust. She gestured with the gun. "Lucky thing customised wooden bullets kill both vampires and humans too. So I suggest you just do what I tell you or die."
"Great choices," Savannah muttered. Why couldn't she use the blast of blue fire on Amber that she had used on Malachite and Celeste? That was weird.
She glanced around to see Celeste's car parked just before the big black limo. But Celeste had been blasted...hadn't she? She didn't even know how to really use the blue fire. There had been a fight and she'd been panicked.
The fire had just come out of her.
She debated on just turning and running. But that wasn't likely to get her anywhere but dead faster.
She followed Savannah into the gloomy house that looked on the inside as though it belonged in the seventeenth century. Jahmila's presence and closeness were at least calming her singing nerves.
They were led into a large conference room, where a group of people sat around a big black table. The scene looked as if it should be in black and white, the people had no colour to them. Their eyes gleamed cold and hard.
Almost all the people had no colour. The woman who sat at the head of the table had hair a frosty green, and eyes that changed colour from moment to moment, like a spectrum. Her features were exquisitely chiselled, her skin the colour of marble.
She seemed pleased to see Amber. The door opened and Celeste herself walked in then, smiling unpleasantly at Savannah.
"I don't believe this," Savannah muttered as Celeste joined Amber behind the green-haired woman.
"That's the Wild Power?" The green haired woman was looking at Savannah critically. She didn't seem too impressed.
"Who the hell are you?" Jahmila asked.
"Liliana Redfern," the woman said simply. "I'm in charge."
"Kind of figures," Jahmila said dryly.
Savannah was still reeling from the news that two people whom she had considered friends had both betrayed her, bringing her here, probably to die. Two friends, who were now all over each other. Savannah stared at him, an eyebrow raised in disgust. "Are you two...?" she trailed off.
Amber smiled faintly. "Sometimes."
"Men can get boring after a while," Celeste added.
"Hey, that's not true," Jahmila protested.
Savannah looked away from Amber and Celeste. "Eeuww," she muttered.
"As fun as the subject of sex is," Liliana put in, "it's not the issue here. The issue here is killing the little Wild Power and her soulmate."
"I don't want to die!" Savannah protested.
Jahmila took her hand. "You won't," he said firmly.
"How cute," Celeste snorted.
"It's not likely," Liliana added.
Savannah opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, the double doors suddenly burst open and a group of figures were rushing in, surrounding the Night People.
"If you don't want to die, let the Wild Power go," a commanding voice boomed.
"I don't fucking believe this," Liliana snorted. She glanced over at Celeste and Amber, who had moved apart, and were looking alarmed. "How the hell did they get here so fast?"
"Don't ask us," Celeste said.
Savannah glanced over at Jahmila, who looked equally surprised.
~Blood,~ he said in her mind.
Savannah stared, not understanding.
~Blood has to run before you can use the blue fire,~ he said simply.
Savannah grimaced. She wasn't a fan of blood. But there didn't seem to be anything to cut herself with. Something sharp suddenly flicked across her wrist, making her wince in pain. She glared at Jahmila. Until she felt the blood spill.
"Oh please," Liliana said, smiling faintly. "You damned Daybreakers won't kill me."
"Maybe they won't," Savannah said. "But I will."
Liliana turned to her, with a look of surprise. Savannah concentrated, feeling the heat and power well deep within her. The more she concentrated, the hotter she felt. The power was growing. It came out of her in a column of electric blue, surrounding the room and obscuring her vision.
When it cleared and the energy fizzled out of her, the Night World council were gone. Liliana was gone. Celeste was gone. Amber was gone. The Daybreak rescue team was looking at her in utter awe and amazement.
Savannah felt rather smug and proud. "So what happens now?" she asked.
* * *
Epilogue
Savannah was more than happy to stay with Jahmila in a Daybreak safe house up until she was needed for the battle. Some of the other agents were coming in every day, teaching her to train and use her blue fire. The Daybreakers had taken the task of explaining to her family and convincing them to hide until the battle was over.
What would happen was still a mystery. Savannah had been confused, since she'd blasted the Night World Council. But she had been warned, just because she'd blasted that branch of the council, it didn't mean there weren't others who would organise the Night World.
But if she could destroy an entire branch of the bad guys, as Jahmila had pointed out to her, think what four people with blue fire together could accomplish.
The prophecies had been explained to her properly, it was the part about "In Blood the final price is paid/In blue fire the final darkness is banished" that particularly bothered her. No one seemed to know what that really meant. Everyone knew blood had to run for the blue fire to be used, but to Savannah, that part seemed a little more ominous.
She sat on a window seat in the lounge of the safe house, deep in the middle of a forest, where the Night World would never find her. She gazed upon a lake of still water, reflecting the trees and sky like a mirror. It seemed nice, peaceful.
She smiled as Jahmila joined her. "You okay?" he asked, slipping an arm around her shoulders.
Savannah smiled again, snuggling close to him. "Just thinking," she said. She studied him, thinking of how darkly sexy he was, and how lucky she was to have him. She had forgiven him, melting as he explained why he'd come for her.
But there was one thing she wanted to know. "When you were sent to protect me, did you know we were soulmates?" she asked.
"I didn't," he said. "I knew there was something different about you and - "
"Oh thanks a lot!" she snorted, insulted.
"I mean different in a *good* way," he protested. "I could feel something in the air when we were together. I knew when we discovered what it was it would be something *big*."
He had that right.
"But," he added with a smile. "Being soulmates gives me more reason to protect you. We're together now and that's what counts."
He was right. No one knew what was going to happen over the next few weeks, and those lucky enough to have found their soulmates, like her, were probably going to be spending ever spare minute they had with their other half, just in case...
"You're right," she said in agreement. "Now kiss me."
He did.
THE END.