I'm back! Did everyone have a happy new year???
Thank you to all my faithfull reviewers! Guess what? Now I have 80 reviews and 8 chapters! That's ten a chapter, not counting this one.
It's really not ten a chapter, it's more like 4, then 9, then 17, then 8, ect.
Oh, and for those of you who like Maximum Ride, I just started an HON/Maximum Ride Crossover. The summary sucks, but they don't give us much room, do they? And if you've never heard of Maximum Ride, you should read it, cuz it's good.
Enjoy!
Stevie Rae
Bitter, overwhelming darkness was consuming her. An excrutiating burst of evil was fighting it's way into her body. No matter how hard she tried, how fiercely she resisted, it kept coming in dark waves of obscurity. Stevie Rae was twisting and tumbling through an endless abyss; alone. She tried to yell for help, but she couldn't speak for the crushing weight of the surrounding shadows. It pushed her to the deepest depths of her mind so she was rendered helpless. Flashes of dark wings and indistinct figures polluted her vision as she fell, deeper and deeper into the endless void.
"Help!" she managed to choke out before sinking under once again. The assault was coming from one place, a place in her own head. Stevie Rae used all her red-vampyre strength to push against the thrashing current of hatred and violence, and still it wasn't enough. She strained every muscle in her body, mind, and soul, but the torrent of corruptive darkness was inescapable. When she could fight no longer, it flooded her mind, and devoured her spirit. She lay, shaking, in the empty chasm, tears leaking from her bodiless, wandering soul. It had ensnared her body and taken over her, and there was nothing she could do.
Except fight. So she raised herself up, prepared to battle the surge that was certain to come. Even when she thought she couldn't endure a moment more, she struggled with the downpour of darkness and deceit until she was sure either she or it would be destroyed. And still she remained. She was weak and frail, but she remained.
Syevie Rae sat up in bed with a startled gasp. She clutched her thudding chest, and tried to ignore the strange, sinister feeling that she had. That was the second time she'd had that dream since they summoned Zoey and got Kramisha's poem and Aphrodite's vision two days ago. The first time had been the same, 'cept for the evil tryin' to seep into her mind wasn't quite as strong and fervent as in the second one. When she'd woken up from that one, she'd felt different, like it'd actually happened.
Both times, right after she'd woken up, she felt like darkness actually had a hold on her. Like it really was crushing her and extinguishing her humanity. But it always went away. And then she'd feel all back to normal; all except this one place in her mind. It was the place that she thought it was all comin' from, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint it. She was scared that it was gonna take over her, and she'd turn back into what she'd been before Zoey'd helped her to be a full red vamp.
And to make matters worse, she couldn't even talk to anybody about it. Damien, Jack, Shaunee and Erin were all nervous because Damien was starting to get a little cough. But Stevie Rae knew that he'd be fine—it was one of those red vamp things. And they were worried 'bout Zoey and tryin' to find hidden meanings in that poem of Kramisha's. Stark had totally shut down; he was guardin' Zoey's bed all the time, and not talkin' at all. To anybody. And Aphrodite—not that Stevie Rae would've confided in her, anyway—was always with Darius, or tryin' to have another vision or somethin'. The other person—well, that certainly was debatable—that she would've talked to 'bout somethin' like this was Rephaim. Yet even he seemed to avoid her, and when they were together he was always busy doin' somethin' else. Stevie Rae thought he was hiding something, but she was't sure what. All she could get from him now was a steady flow of guilt and bitter animosity.
She got out of bed, her heart still hammering, and headed towards the 'kitchen'. She opened the mini-fridge, grabbed three bags of blood, and quickly drained them. What she really wanted was Rephaim's blood, but he wasn't there. As Stevie Rae got dressed, she suddenly wondered where the heck he could be. He'd been disappearing a lot lately, and she wondered where he went off to.
"Aw, crap!" Stevie Rae exclaimed, nearly falling as she tripped in her half-way on pants. She quickly pulled 'em up, threw on a shirt, ungraciously combed through her curly hair, brushed her teeth—'cause nobody likes blood-breath—and zipped right out the door. She swiftly dashed through the hallways, until she arrived at the doorway that she knew was the right one.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Stevie Rae scolded herself angrily. There was only one place he could be, right? And it hadn't even crossed her mind. She didn't think he would betray her like that, what with their imprint and all, but then again, he was a demon bird thing that tried to kill a bunch of people,—includin' Zoey—and actually did kill professor Anastasia (A/N: If I remember correctly…). Shoot, she'd forgotten about that! He didn't seem that bad, though...
She could hear some voices coming from the inside of the room, so Stevie Rae put her ear up to the door real quiet-like. She leaned into the door a little, and unconsciously placed her hand on the doorknob for support. She could hear Neferet and Kalona talking about something—no, someone. She heard her own name and leaned into the door, reflexively tightening her grip on the handle.
Chweekeekeeeek.
Stevie Rae almost jumped outta her skin. She looked down, wondering what had made that crunchy screechin' noise. She released her destructive grip on the door handle, and looked at the shriveled up piece of scrap in it's place. Whoops, she thought guiltily. She pressed her ear back agaist the door, only to find that the talking had stopped.
Go! You must go! came Rephaim's urgent voice. From inside her head? How did he do that?
Shoot! Shootshootshoot! Stevie Rae thought in panic as she realized what he was saying.
She stepped away from the door and turned to run, but it was too late. She heard the door open, and suddenly it was really hard to move. It kinda felt like she was walking through cement that hadn't hardened yet, and Stevie Rae started to panic even more when she couldn't move at all. She was frozen, mid-step, in the middle of a deserted hallway.
Well, almost deserted…
"Perfect," Neferet purred as she approached Stevie Rae. "I thought I was going to have to get you myself. Nice job, Rephaim."
Guilt, shame and anger directed at Neferet burst into Stevie Rae's mind through her imprint with Rephaim. Stevie Rae's eyes widened at a snail's pace, and if she could have, she would have gasped aloud in shock. Because the place that connected her and Rephaim; that was where the darkness was coming from. That was the cause and reason she was feeling the darkness and evil take control of her all over again.
Zoey
I grumbled angrily at myself as I marched furiously up the hill. I wiped my sleeve heatedly across my mouth for the thousandth time since I'd arrived at this new place, wanting to get rid of his nasty touch. I'd been hoping for Heath's lake again, since it looked like the same dimension, or universe or whatever, but was somewhere even better; Grandma's lavender farm. I was climbing the hill that would lead out to her fields, and the calming scent of lavender had already eased my ferocity and self-loathing a notch. A tiny notch. Miniscule.
As I broke the top of the hill, I had to cover my eyes because of the glaring sun. I fervently wished for some cloud cover, and a few moments later it was granted.
"Grandma? Are you here?" I called with my sparkly words towards the presumably empty fields. My shoulders sagged, and I leaned hopelessly against a tree. Just when things were looking up…
Zoey…
A familiar voice drew my attention back to the lavender fields. I started towards them to see who was calling me. But I think part of me already knew…
Zoey.
I whirled around and saw an unbelievably beautiful woman with long, black hair standing there. A smile broke over my face as I realized who it was. Her full lips turned upwards with mine, and I quickly became serious and gave her the traditional salute.
Zoey Redbird. I am very proud of you. Nyx's words puffed into the air in a burst of creamy sparkles. I screwed up my eyes in confusion. She was…proud of me?
Yes, she continued, You have done everything I had hoped.
"But, but I—"
My daughter, it doesn't matter what things you think you've done wrong, because you have, in fact, done them right.
"But I imprinted with Kalona," I blurted out. "And my marks disappeared." How could she say I was doing them right?
But your marks are back, are they not?
I looked down at my chest and shoulder to find that they were back; completely back! I was giddy with excitement; she hadn't cast me out! But then again, I should have figured that out when I first saw her…
"Yeah, they're back," I said solemnly.
And you are now ready to return to your body. Your spirit has healed, and, in turn, become stronger.
"And that's why they disappeared? Because I wasn't ready yet?"
Yes. The great Goddess smiled warmly, and it reminded me of my mother's loving smile. Before she got married to the step-loser. Now go back to your friends. They've been worried.
"Okay," I promised as she began to fade away. Then a thought struck me. "Wait! How?"
Do what you think is right, Zoey Redbird…Follow your heart…
Follow my heart? What did that mean?
And she never said anything about my imprint with Kalona...
Stevie Rae
Stevie Rae started awake again from that same old nightmare. This was the third night in a row. But this time it was different. It felt more final, more complete. And the nightmares didn't scare her anymore.
She raised herself out of bed, and headed eagerly to the kitchen. She was starving. She opened the mini-fridge, grabbed all eight bags of blood, and quickly chugged them all. Even after all that, she still felt a deep longing for it. She carelessly wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and scowled at the wasted blood left there. She wondered irritably where the heck Rephaim was. What she really wanted was his blood. But he'd dissappeared. Again.
When she was throwing away the depleted bags, she saw a note that had been shoved under her door. She picked it up, but carelessly got dressed and raked through her hair before reading it.
Hey Stevie Rae,
Just wondering if you wanted to go out shopping with
us tomorrow . We were hoping it would get our
minds off stuff until we see Zoey again or something.
Let us know,
The Twins ←Dorkameδ
Aphrodite
^Hag fron
Stevie Rae glowered at the letter. They certainly were getting along well. She could just imagine Aphrodite and the Twins fighting over a stupid pen to write crap about each other on this note. Her lip curled as she thought of their immaturity. But this note was from yesterday—why hadn't she gotten it before? And when she thought back on it, she couldn't remember much of yesterday; just looking for Rephaim in the morning, and heading to bed, exhausted. What had she done the rest of the day? Stevie Rae growled in frustration, and kicked a chair so hard that it snapped in half on impact. She glared at the splinters and fabric that had been a very comfortable chair, and stalked over to her purse. She roughly dumped it's contents onto a table and grabbed her phone.
She had a couple text messages, but she rolled her eyes and dialed Shaunee's number. She got steadily more furious as the line just kept ringing, and no one answered. She pulled it away from her in disgust, just about to snap it closed, when she heard Shaunee's voice say "Hello?"
"It's Stevie Rae. Just got your note. I'll come." She replied frostily.
"Okay, uh, great. We were just about to leave—you ready?" Shaunee spoke with confusion at her usually chipper friend's rigid tone.
"Yeah. Be right there."
Stevie Rae shut her phone with distaste. She suddenly didn't know if she wanted to go out. But, it would be nice to go out and shop. Because back at home, the stupid House of Night had gotten rid of a bunch of her stuff—who did they think they were?—and she hadn't packed much. So she grabbed her purse, shoved everything thoughtlessly into it, and started for the door.
Ugh, but she was still so thirsty. She should stop by a kitchen or something to pick up a few blood bags. She grimaced at the idea of the cold, nasty blood they served, and wished passionately that she could have Rephaim's blood, or some other form of warm, fresh blood. Her mouth watered at the thought, and longed for hot, fresh, flowing blood. Then, a wry smile spread across her face as she walked down the hallways. Greece had a lot of people; certainly they wouldn't miss one tiny personel?
And suddenly, Stevie Rae was delighted to go out.
Dun Dun DUN!!!
What's gonna happen next???
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