Eternal

19 ~ Dance of the Devil

I still can’t believe he pulled this off,” I said, my gaze fixed on Aidan as he stood by the punch bowl, deep in conversation with Matthew, Tyler, and Sophie. About science stuff, I supposed.

Cece licked the remaining frosting off her fork and set it back on her plate. “Let’s just say he was driven. He started planning it the day he got back.”

“And you!” I said, turning toward Whitney, who sat on my other side. “Clearly his partner in crime. I can’t believe you didn’t give me some kind of heads-up.”

“No way. I was sworn to silence,” Whitney said with a smile. Surprisingly enough, she seemed perfectly at ease in Aidan’s company, despite what had happened over Christmas break. I could only assume that the Aidan Effect had something to do with it, but whatever the case, I was grateful. And I was happy to see that her cheeks were more rounded now than the last time I’d seen her. She hadn’t touched the cake, of course, but she had eaten a few bites of dinner—steak and lobster tails with garlic mashed potatoes and French carrots.

As soon as we’d finished dinner and cut the cake, Gran and the other adults had left—well, except Matthew. The DJ was just starting to crank up the music. And I was ready, my feet tapping to the beat beneath the table as one of my favorite songs started playing.

“Who gave the DJ the playlist?” I asked.

“Aidan put you in charge of music, didn’t he, Cece?” Whitney asked.

Cece nodded, looking gorgeous in a pale pink sheath. “Marissa and Max helped too. A group effort, really.”

“I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head in amazement. “I mean, you all flew to Atlanta just for this?”

Cece widened her eyes in mock surprise. “What do you mean, just for this? This is huge. Epic. Your eighteenth birthday!”

“You didn’t have a big birthday blowout,” I pointed out. We’d quietly celebrated Cece’s eighteenth just last month with cupcakes at the café. She’d refused to make a big deal out of it.

“Yeah, but you know”—she sighed heavily—“things were still kind of sober then. Anyway, I didn’t turn into some badass vampire slayer on my eighteenth birthday. You gotta own it, girl.”

I just shrugged, not quite sure I felt all that different than I had the day before, at least where vampires were concerned. I mean, yeah, I had my mark now and the bracelet. Still, it felt more like an easing-in type situation at this point. One by one, the pieces falling into place.

All this buildup leading to my eighteenth birthday, as if everything was going to change—as if I was going to change—just because I’d reached the magical age. Maybe I’d been worrying over nothing.

“Where are y’all staying, anyway?” I asked, eager to change the subject.

“Same hotel as Aidan and Dr. Byrne. Aidan arranged all the rooms and everything. We’re flying out tomorrow afternoon, though. Sophie, Max, and Marissa are headed down to Saint Bart’s. Oh, and Tyler, too.”

“What? You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope,” Cece said. “I think something’s going on with his mom. He didn’t want to go home, and since he and Max are roommates and all . . . well, you know. It just made sense.”

The idea that Tyler might be working his way through my friends—first Cece, then Kate, then Sophie—made me uncomfortable. On the other hand, he’d gone on only one or two casual dates with Cece, and as far as I could tell, there wasn’t anything going on with him and Sophie.

At least, not yet.

Cece obviously sensed my hesitation. “You don’t think he and Sophie . . . you know?”

“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “Do you? I mean, it’s not like it matters, right?”

Cece leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. “I think she’s secretly into him but afraid to tell us. Which is too bad, because I think she’d be good for him.”

“Sophie is the redhead, right?” Whitney asked, and Cece and I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve noticed the way she watches him. I’m pretty sure she’s crushing hard.”

Cece gave me a pointed look. “See? Tyler just needs to step up and—oops, speak of the devil. On your left,” she warned as Tyler approached our table.

“Hey, birthday girl,” he drawled, reaching for my hand. “Come dance with me.”

“You think you can handle me?” I asked with a grin.

“Well, why don’t we find out?” he shot back.

Laughing, I took his hand and followed him out to the center of the floor.

An hour later, I returned to the table where I’d stashed my bag and shoes and collapsed into a chair, exhausted. I’d been dancing nonstop, making my way around the dance floor from group to group.

Mostly, Aidan just watched, claiming me only for the slow songs. But when he held me in his arms, the heated look in his gaze promised more—much more. I couldn’t stop thinking about that silk blindfold in his pocket, his teasing words about later. My skin tingled all over, just thinking about it.

As far as I was concerned, later couldn’t come fast enough. I was feeling brave—reckless, even. My mind wandered back to that day in his room, the day he’d returned. Skin against skin, his body beneath mine.

I had to pick up a glass of water from the table and press it against the side of my face to cool my heated cheeks as I considered the possibilities.

Just then, Matthew dropped into the seat beside me, his eyes shadowed with concern. “Hey,” he said. “Having fun?”

“Yeah, I’m having a great time. Why?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I thought I felt . . . a disturbance in the force or something. You suddenly felt . . . off to me.”

Oh, man. I sure hoped he couldn’t read my mind now that I’d turned eighteen. We probably should have tested it earlier, while we were out getting my tattoo. The last thing I needed was Matthew knowing what I’d been thinking about just before he sat down.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” I said with a shrug, going for casual. “The party’s great. It looks like everyone’s having fun, right?”

“Wait,” he said, going suddenly still, his gaze fixed on my bracelet. “Was it doing that before?”

I glanced down at my wrist, suddenly aware of a sharp, burning sensation. Even more ominous, my bracelet’s center stone, one of the bloodstones, seemed to be swirling, the black and red roiling like an angry storm cloud. “That’s not good,” I muttered.

“What does it mean?” Matthew asked, his gaze meeting mine.

I swallowed hard before replying. “It means vampire. Bad vampire.”

I stood so abruptly that my chair tipped over backward. Quickly, I reached for my shoes and slipped my swollen feet into them. “Look around,” I said. “Make sure everyone’s here, accounted for. We’ve got to keep everyone inside.”

“That vision,” Matthew said quietly, his thoughts traveling the same route as mine. “Jack.”

We both scanned the room, searching for his tall, athletic frame, his blond hair. “I don’t see him,” I said.

Matthew shook his head. “Me either.”

“Let’s find Kate, then,” I said, pushing my way through the crowd, Matthew at my heels. I found her sitting at a table on the edge of the dance floor, holding her cell phone in one hand. “Where’s Jack?” I called out breathlessly, bracing my hands on the back of a chair. “C’mon, Kate, where is he?”

She looked up and shrugged. “I don’t know. We had a fight. I think he might have gone outside for some air.”

I turned toward Matthew and saw my own terror mirrored there in his eyes.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “Listen, Kate. You’ve got to stay here, but if you see Jack, you make sure he stays put, understand me? You cannot let him go outside. This is important, okay? I’m talking life or death here.”

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice rising shrilly. “Violet?” Her pale blue eyes were wide as saucers, her bottom lip trembling. “You’ve got to tell me what’s happening!”

I shook my head. “There’s no time. Just . . . if you find him, don’t let him go outside.” The heat against my wrist intensified, the bloodstone glowing now. “Crap, Matthew, we’ve got to hurry!”

“Let’s go,” he said, taking my hand.

From across the room, I saw Aidan watching us, saw his eyes narrow a fraction.

What’s wrong? he asked telepathically.

Follow us out, I answered, hurrying to keep pace with Matthew’s longer strides. We’ve got to find Jack. Now!

I had no idea how much of a head start we had, how much warning the Daughter’s Eye provided. I knew only that we had to hurry. I led Matthew through the tables toward the rear exit, the one marked “emergency exit only.” As soon as we stepped outside and skimmed down the stairs, Aidan caught up with us.

“Vampire,” Aidan said, jerking his chin upward, his gaze scanning the horizon. “Not Luc. A stranger.”

I held up my wrist, showing him the glowing reddish black stone. “We already figured that out. And holy crap, I don’t have my stake.”

Matthew crouched down, pushing up one pant leg. “I’ve got you covered,” he said, retrieving a lethal-looking stake from a sheath strapped to his calf. “But you’re supposed to be carrying one at all times,” he snapped. “This isn’t a game, Violet.”

Gratefully, I took the weapon from him, wrapping my hand around the smooth, satiny shaft. “I know. I’m sorry.”

I watched in silence as he unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt and reached inside for his baselard. I felt it then, the energy between the dagger and my stake, like a pulsating force.

“Which way?” Matthew asked me.

I took a deep breath and looked around, unsure. Directly behind us stretched the club’s driving range and golf course. Over to the right was the pool. To our left, there was nothing but dense woods.

And a vampire, my senses told me. “That way,” I said, tipping my head toward the woods.

Matthew raked a hand through his hair. “Damn it, just like the vision. I don’t like this. Where the hell is Jack?”

“We’ll find him,” I said, taking a deep, calming breath. “We have to, before it’s too late.”

“Jack!” came a high-pitched voice off to our left, echoing off the trees.

Our heads all swiveled toward it in unison.

“Okay, what was that?” Matthew asked.

“Oh no.” My heart sank in recognition. “That was Kate. How did she get out there?” I cupped my hands around my mouth. “Kate!” I hollered, but there was no response.

“Let’s go,” Matthew said, and we took off at a sprint.

We hadn’t made it twenty yards into the moonlit woods before we heard a bloodcurdling scream from somewhere up ahead.

No! Please, God, no.

“We’ve got to move faster,” Aidan said, grabbing my hand and stopping me dead in my tracks. “My way, Vi. Hold on tight.” He held out his other hand toward Matthew. “Dr. Byrne, you too.”

Matthew looked slightly confused, but he took Aidan’s hand anyway. And then . . . the entire world seemed to tumble, a dark kaleidoscope of sensations.

In the blink of an eye, we were there, in the clearing I’d seen in my vision. A female vampire stood not ten feet away, clutching a body to her chest, its neck bent at an improbable angle.

What happened next was so quick, so instinctual, that I could barely believe it. With a flick of his wrist, the baselard flew from Matthew’s fingers right into the vampire’s left eye.

She tossed the body aside with a grunt and reached blindly for the dagger, trying to pull it from her damaged eye. Without wasting a single second, I sprinted toward my target, my stake lifted high. A scream ripped from my throat as I brought it down with as much force as I could muster.

Straight through her heart.

I cowered, covering my ears as the vampire let out an inhuman-sounding shriek and then went quiet. She collapsed in a heap on the ground, her one undamaged eye staring unseeing at the sky as blackish blood pooled around the shaft of the stake that protruded from her chest.

At once, my bracelet went cool against my wrist as I lay there panting, entirely spent.

“I’ll destroy it,” Aidan said, dragging the vampire’s corpse away, toward the edge of the clearing while Matthew knelt over the crumpled form that remained. I couldn’t look, couldn’t bear to see who was lying there with their life’s blood soaking the grass.

Please, not Kate.

And then I heard voices, calling out to us. Footsteps growing louder. Next thing I knew, they were there surrounding us—my friends. I backed away, one hand covering my mouth as my stomach roiled in my gut.

“Someone call 911!” Matthew shouted, and I watched numbly as Tyler pulled out his cell phone and started stabbing the screen.

“C’mon, we’re losing her!” Matthew cried.

Tyler was yelling into his cell. Whitney was beside him, feeding him information about our location.

It was happening exactly as I’d seen it. I began to hyperventilate as Matthew ripped someone’s shirt into long strips—Joshua’s, I noted, seeing him standing there in nothing but a thin T-shirt now.

Matthew knelt over the prone form on the ground, pressing the wads of cloth against the victim’s neck to stanch the bleeding. Cece was there, leaning on Sophie’s shoulder crying.

And Jack . . . Jack was kneeling beside Matthew, sobbing. “Stay with us, Kate! You’ve got to stay with us. Don’t leave me, damn it.”

I could smell the blood now—way too much blood. I gagged once, twice before my knees buckled and I fell to the ground, struggling to catch my breath.

Instantly, Aidan was back, there by my side. “They’re doing everything they can,” he said soothingly. “Help is on the way.”

“You’ve got to do something,” I said, my voice rising in desperation. I clutched the front of his shirt with both my hands, shaking him as hard as I could.

Kate was dying. Dying! But Aidan . . . Aidan could save her.

I struggled to my feet, dragging him with me. “You’ve got to do it, Aidan. You’ve got to turn her. Now!”

He shook his head, his eyes slightly wild. “What are you talking about?”

“Save her,” I sobbed. “Turn her. It’s her only chance.”

“I can’t do that, Violet.”

“Yes, you can. You’ve got to. Don’t you see?”

“Are you mad?” His voice was a harsh whisper now. “I would never sentence anyone to suffer this existence. Never.”

“Kate!” Jack cried out, his voice breaking on the single syllable. “C’mon, you’ve got to fight. Stay with us. Please, Kate!”

In the distance, a siren wailed.

“Please, Aidan,” I begged. “Please. Before it’s too late.”

His cool gaze met mine, chilling me to the bone. “I’m sorry, Violet. I can’t. I won’t.”

A sob tore from my throat. I slapped a hand over my mouth, stifling it as I turned away from him. I stumbled back toward my friends just in time to see Matthew drop his chin toward his chest in defeat, his blood-covered hands resting on his thighs.

“She’s gone,” he said.