~ Rea and Cale launched direct attacks on Kunz while Ava tried to unravel his protections. Each layer she pulled apart revealed another was more entrenched and more intricate than the one preceding it. She almost got another layer undone when she heard Cale shout—
“Look out.”
Ava had enough time to react, the death rune crackling through the air towards her. She split the force in half, saving herself by a hair. In the duel that ensued, Cale made the ultimate sacrifice. Rea tried to stop him as he ran straight for Kunz. Ava threw up a rune between Cale and the King; it was too late. Like dust, Cale disappeared.
A self-satisfied smile lifted the side of Kunz’s lips. “Come now Avana. You cannot hope to defeat me. Even with all the knowledge at your disposal, I have spent years perfecting my craft.”
~Marx was leading the last assault; one meant to be a distraction. Ava moved her palm away from the wound on her side. Bleeding still felt strange to her. Martha was the only one with whom she could go into details about her plans. “Penny has the last rune. All she has to do is plant it on him. When she does, we have only a few minutes to get our part done,” she said to Martha. “What is our part?” “I’m going to use you like an amplifier. I know how it sounds and yes, it is dangerous. For me more than you.” “Then we can’t do it,” Martha said. “If you’re going to get hurt—” “I have a contingency for that as well.” “Ava—” She
~ Marx stood looking at the carbonated lump that used to be four people he knew. Four people he loved. Ava, Lochlan, Zack, and Dempsey. Around him, the grass had grown again. The earth showed no signs of the battle that raged there. Mother earth had healed, but he had not. None of the others had. The world was safe, but a gap remained in their hearts that could never be filled. Around the base of the carbon memorial, laid fresh flowers. Every day for the past six months, Martha came with a new bouquet. Today was no different. He arrived as she did. “You came,” she had said to him when she saw him. In her hands, she had more than a dozen bulbs of tulips. Her summer dress fluttered in the breeze, strands of her now brown hair escaping her ponytail. The smile she gave him out shunned the sun, and Marx, for the life
~ Penny looked up from her hot chocolate, frowning at the sheets of rain cascading on the other side of the window. It was only one in the afternoon but it looked like late evening. The dark clouds, which blotted out most of the light, and bringing with it heavy rains, left Chaise Point district wet and bleak. The rain made everything cumbersome. Penny never seemed to have an umbrella on hand when it started raining. On top of that, she was always getting caught in the rain. She sat there drenched and miserable, nursing her hot chocolate, which had already gone cold. She’d taken the initiative to go to work on her day off and get some extra work done. Normally, she would have been alone in the office on a Saturday. Penny was probably the only one who didn’t have family or friends to be with instead of camping out at her office on a weekend. She’d walked halfway to work when the rain started to fall. It hadn’t even been cloudy. Well, maybe it was a little cloudy, but not the kind of cl
~ Obsessive.That was what she had become, over a complete and utter stranger no less. She couldn’t help wondering if the man—Lochlan—had been alright after she bolted from the diner like a scared rabbit. Her reaction made no sense to her. He hadn’t been rude, he hadn’t threatened her, yet she had felt... threatened. Guilt nagged her, as she wasn’t the kind of person to see someone else in need and walk the other way. Or in this case, run the other way. His eyes haunted her. They had started a pure emerald green with flecks of gold, and as she stared into them they changed. Peculiar and intense were the words she would use to describe his eyes. Beautiful was another.Her obsession with him led to paranoia. Penny thought she was seeing the man everywhere she went. It wasn’t bad enough that his eyes followed her into her
~ Covered in a cold sweat, Penny woke up from her nightmare. It took some time for the ghastly images to clear from her mind, and for her eyes to adjust to the dim light streaming through the windows into the room. This was not her apartment. She looked down where she sat on a bed that was not hers, wearing a shirt that was several sizes too big to be her own. Penny froze where she sat, panic tightening her chest. She moved nothing but her eyes now scanning the room, most of which was in shadows. To her left, the shadow shifted. Penny sat there staring into the darkness; she felt it staring back. Two eyes, the shade of pure gold, came from the shadows walking towards the bed.What she saw confirmed that it had not been a nightmare. The whole thing had been real. He had been real. Penny was up and off the bed, running through the door that had been left ajar. Down the hall, down the stairs, and through the
~ “Penny.” He called her name several times before she came out of her thoughts. Her forebodings persisted.Tears streamed down her face. She stood there before him, unable to stop the sudden outburst of sobbing that shook her body. Penny crumbled to the ground and just wept. The images she had tried to block from her mind all came tumbling out of the closet, jumbled and frantic.When he came over to her, holding onto her shoulder, trying to comfort her, she didn’t push him away. “Listen to me.” Penny didn’t notice the slight change in the timbre of his voice. Using a finger, he lifted her chin, leveling their eyes. “Calm down.”Instantly, she did. Her hysteria died down to a mild fit of sobbing. His eyes, pure gold, held hers until the sobs died out completely. Hands
~ It was just her luck being a pure heart. Some endangered subset of humanity everyone was searching for. And willing to kill for. Penny didn’t feel particularly special that she was in high demand. Naturally overt to attention, she was none too pleased that two different species were locked on to her. The sensible thing would be to go to the police, seek protection, but how sensible was it to tell anyone what she knew. They would be laughing their heads off while they dragged her to the nearest psych ward. Penny rolled over onto her side looking at the picture of her parents, and her brother sitting on her nightstand. She missed them. More than anything in the world, she missed them. They had been her everything and after they—left, she had nothing. Penny had resigned herself to a quiet, nondescript, predictable life without danger, and or excitement.
~ As he had told her, Lochlan was outside waiting for her after work. By Thursday, the guilt of what she had said to him was unbearable. “Look, Lochlan, about what I said the other day.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said, stopping at a red light. “Just listen to me, please.” He glanced over at her then back on the road. “It was a jerk thing to say. You didn’t make me a pure heart. And you’ve been going out of your way to keep me safe. If it wasn’t for you I’d either be dead or a vampire right now. I owe you.” He shifted the car into gear as the light turned green. He made a right turn. “You owe me nothing, Penny.” She sat back in