Tegan's Return (The Ultimate Power Series #2) Page 9

  “Peters,” I answer hopefully, because I really want to figure this out and be done with all of the mystery.

  The interest drops from Rita’s face when she replies, “No, that’s not a magical name. Shit, I thought you were onto something there.”

  “Me too,” I say with disappointment.

  “Well, let’s not get hung up trying to figure out where the magic came from,” says Alvie, “clearly we need to focus on teaching Tegan how to manage the magic, so that it doesn’t spill out of her involuntarily again.”

  “I guess,” Rita responds, but her posture is still hunched over the table top, like she wishes she could give me some real answers.

  “That’s an excellent idea Alvie,” says Gabriel enthusiastically, and Alvie seems delighted with the affirmation. He doesn’t take his eyes off Gabriel for a minute, and it makes me wonder if he has a little bit of a crush on the dhamphir. I’d always thought Gabriel was straight, but you never know.

  Rita sighs and stands up. “Okay then, let’s go into the living room and I’ll show Tegan the basics of containing magic.”

  We all get up and follow Rita into the next room. She makes me stand with her by the window and instructs me to look outside and find something small to focus my attention on. I pick a pretty red rose in a thorny bush out by her front gate.

  “Have you found something yet?” she asks.

  “Yup.”

  “Good. Now, I want you to imagine an impenetrable container around the thing you’re looking at.”

  I do my best to follow Rita’s instructions. In my mind I picture a clear glass bubble surrounding the rose, imagining that it’s so strong nothing could ever break past it, a glass that it’s impossible to shatter. It’s difficult to visualise the bubble with my eyes still open, so I close them, and it really helps. Something inside of me tells me that it was the right thing to do, like the ball of magic in my belly is singing in praise.

  Rita lets out a low curse, and I hear Gabriel and Alvie step up closer to me. Wondering what’s going on I open my eyes, and when I do I see that the red rose is shimmering among the dull green leaves of the bush. I drop my concentration in shock and the rose returns to its normal colour.

  Rita laughs. “It wasn’t the rose you were focusing on, was it?”

  “I’ve never seen a student get that on the first try before,” says Gabriel, amazement in his voice.

  “Did I do that?” I whisper.

  “Yes you did Tegan, you fucking lucky magic having bitch.” Rita answers, her expression thoroughly amused. “Now try it again on something else, something in this room.”

  My eyes lock on the old television set in the corner. Rita seems to follow my gaze because she says, “Oh no, not the TV Tegan, something that isn’t in danger of blowing up.”

  I look for a non-electrical object and settle for a cushion with an intricately embroidered picture of a Persian cat’s face on the front. I close my eyes, picturing the cushion in my head and I try to do the exact same thing I did with the rose.

  After about thirty seconds I ask, “Is it working yet?”

  “No,” Rita answers. “You’re over thinking it this time, you need to relax and not anticipate any results, just visualise.”

  So I visualise, and it only takes a moment before Alvie claps in glee and I find the cushion surrounded by a warm, shimmering, vibrant glow.

  “This is all really interesting Rita, but how is it going to help me contain the magic inside of me?”

  Rita lets out a heavy sigh. “It’s all about practice you impatient trollop. Once you figure out a process for containing different objects, all you’ll need to do is go through the exact same pattern when you want to contain your own magic. It’s safer to do it with small objects before trying it out on your body, just in case something happens to go awry and you let the wrong thought into your head. Magic is both a gift and a curse. If you’re lucky enough to have it then you need to be responsible and learn how to control it, so that you don’t unintentionally hurt someone.”

  I raise my hands in surrender. “All right, all right, no need for a lecture.”

  Rita smirks. “Whatever. So this is your homework assignment. Practice for a few minutes before you go to bed each night for the next few days and then we’ll see about moving to the next level.”

  “There’s a next level?” I groan.

  “Oh there are many,” says Alvie, “and you’re going to have to commit a lot more time than a few minutes a night if you’re going to become a proper witch.”

  “I have no intention of becoming a proper witch,” I reply defensively. “I just want to learn how not to make crockery go flying across the room when I’m trying to eat a meal.”

  Rita and Alvie eye each other mischievously. “You won’t be complaining when you realise how much power you could wield,” says Rita. “It’s hard work at first, but once you get the hang of things you’ll be flying. Perhaps even literally,” she grins. “That’s when magic can become addictive, so you’ll have to learn how to find a balance.”

  “You’re not putting my mind at ease here,” I complain, then I glance up at the clock. It’s already six and I’d been planning on going to see Ethan early before the club gets busy.

  “I better get going,” I tell my friends. “But I’ll practice like you told me to and then I’ll come to see you again.”

  “Got a hot date or something?” Rita asks with a smirk.

  I shoot her a rueful glance. “If by hot you mean fiery, ergo, dangerous, then yes, I have a very, very hot date.” I answer, shrugging into my coat.

  “Some girls have all the fun,” Rita winks, as I say goodbye to Alvie and Gabriel and pat Wolf on the head. The big dog stands up immediately and trails me out the door.

  My mind whirls with the possibilities, as I walk down the dark street with Wolf. Magic. I have the potential to use magic just like Rita. Just like my mother. The idea makes me feel closer to my long lost parent somehow. I’m almost at Finn’s house and I’m still in a daze, too caught up in my own thoughts to be watchful of what’s going on around me. I don’t pay attention to Wolf as he becomes tense and begins to growl low in his throat.

  Which is silly, really, really silly. Because a moment later something hard and solid whacks me on the head. I feel somebody’s arms fold tight around me and drag me down the pathway, just before the darkness enfolds me completely.

  When I wake up I get about five seconds of a reprieve, before an almighty headache hits me and bile rises up in my stomach. I must have a concussion. I’m sitting on cold concrete with my back pressed against a wall. I expect to find myself in some sort of a cell or a basement, but a cool, fresh breeze drifts past me and I realise that I’m sitting on Finn’s front porch. Then a big, wet tongue licks right down my cheek and I turn to see Wolf’s worried brown eyes gazing at me intently. What the hell?

  My coat is slung over my lap, and the cold hits me since I’ve only got a thin t-shirt on. A pulsing, stinging sensation crawls over the inside of my lower arm, and I look down to find a big white bandage secured firmly around it. Oh fuck.

  Quickly, I unwrap the bandage. What I see makes my heart drop to the floor. A nasty red circle lies on the surface of my skin, like some kind of sadistic nurse had gone to work on me with a wide gauge needle. It’s all jagged and rough where the skin has been pierced. Somebody has stolen from me. Oh God. Whoever it was that knocked me out withdrew an unknown amount of blood from my body, and judging from my dizziness it wasn’t a small amount.

  I look at the dog beside me and grimace. “Some bodyguard you turned out to be.”

  Then I grab a hold of Wolf’s thick fur and pull myself up, he doesn’t complain, but he is emitting a small high pitched whining noise. I place a kiss on his head as I stand up, in gratitude of his worry, even if he wasn’t able to protect me from my attacker. I can’t believe there was a time when I’d been wary of this dog. He’s an absolute sweetheart.

  I slot Finn’s spare key in
to the door and just as I step inside I know I’m going to vomit. I can’t hold it back any more. I dash up the stairs and make it to the bathroom just in time for me to close the door and throw up into the toilet bowl. I feel like complete shit, and it doesn’t take long for me to empty the entire contents of my stomach.

  Wolf is still by my side and he rubs his warm muzzle into my neck. The back of my head is thumping. I savour the dog’s heat, since throwing up has made my temperature drop considerably. I flush the toilet and go into my room, immediately falling down onto the bed. I pull off my jeans and crawl under the blankets. Wolf hops up onto the mattress and settles in beside me. I put my arm around his furry neck and the weakness of blood loss causes me to drift off into a black, dreamless slumber.

  Chapter Eight

  Laughing with a Mouth of Blood

  I wake up because somebody’s shaking me with both of their hands gripping tightly onto my shoulders. I make a disgruntled noise and wave them away, but they continue to shake me. Reluctantly I open my sleep encrusted eyes to find Finn hovering above me, his blue eyes lined with worry.

  “Leave me alone Finn, I’m sleeping,” I tell him in a raspy voice.

  “What the hell happened to you Tegan?” Finn asks, his tone urgent, demanding explanation.

  My mind is foggy when I answer. “Nothing, I’m just trying to get some sleep for God’s sake.”

  “You were supposed to go to Crimson tonight, I was waiting nearby doing surveillance for hours and you never showed. Then when I tried calling your phone there was no answer. I thought you’d been hurt or something. I get back here and find you passed out on the bed with one almighty bloody bruise on your arm. Normally that wouldn’t be cause for concern, but with you I think that any sign of blood loss is fairly catastrophic.”

  I sit up, rubbing my eyes as the memories of what happened flood back into my head. I glance at the clock beside the bed, it reads 05:56. I slept through yesterday evening and most of the night. Finn sits back, positioning himself at the end of the mattress.

  “Something weird happened yesterday,” I begin, and Finn’s eyes watch me closely as I explain. “I’d been walking home from Rita’s and somebody attacked me and knocked me out. When I woke up I was sitting on your doorstep with a bandage on my arm, a massive concussion and the stark realisation that someone had stolen my blood.”

  Finn drags a hand through his hair, he looks tired, clearly he hasn’t had a wink of sleep all night. “Fuck,” he curses low and gravelly.

  “Have you any idea who it might have been?” I ask, worry sticking heavily to my words.

  “There isn’t anyone, that’s the problem. Nobody else knows, unless you told someone who can’t be trusted?” He eyes me suspiciously now.

  “Believe me Finn, I will never tell another person about this. I’m a complete wreck as it is, I have no intention of adding to my anxiety, thank you very much.”

  Finn stands up from the bed. “You’re going to need to be extra vigilant from now on. I don’t know who took your blood, but there’s a good chance they’ll trip up and make themselves known eventually.”

  I grab my jeans from the floor and slip them on. Finn watches me for a minute before declaring, “Come on downstairs, you look like you could use some breakfast.”

  He cooks a big pot of oatmeal and then serves me up a bowl of it laden with fruit and honey. I’ve never been a fan of porridge, but this stuff is delicious. It coats my stomach with a nice thick lining after my bout of vomiting yesterday evening. When I’m finished I go upstairs and climb back into bed, telling Finn I’m still not feeling the best after all the blood loss. He just looks at me with an oddly concerned expression on his face as he quietly washes our bowls in the sink.

  I fall into a dazed state of consciousness, not asleep but certainly not awake by any means. My skin crawls with the thoughts of some stranger touching me while I’d been unconscious, sticking a needle in my arm to withdraw blood. It could have been anyone. The worst thing is that I haven’t got a single clue as to their identity. Of course, one of those I am trusting to keep my secret could have betrayed me, but that explanation just doesn’t seem to strike me as likely. Somehow the truth of who I am has seeped outside of the small circle of people who know, and I’m determined to discover how that has happened.

  A few hours later the bedroom door opens. Finn and Wolf both slip inside and join me on the bed. Finn’s got his laptop with him and he quietly goes about starting up a movie for us to watch. I make a disgruntled noise to indicate that I’m in no mood for company, but Finn simply chuckles and gives me a good natured smack on the rump as the opening scene for Goodfellas begins to play. After a few minutes I give in and turn around to watch it, I’ve always had a soft spot for a young Ray Liotta.

  By the end of the movie I’m feeling distinctly better, and Finn makes me a huge sandwich for lunch with cold cuts and lettuce leaves. We return to my bed and this time we watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, while having an animated debate about what was Jack Nicholson’s best film. I make a half-hearted argument for his role as the Joker in Batman, but in the end we both agree on The Shining, which we then proceed to watch after a dinner that consists of steak, gravy and mashed potatoes.

  As the night rolls in I realise that I’ve warmed to Finn substantially, and after spending the entire day watching movies together I can safely say that I now regard him as a close friend. I’m sure he had to cancel a few arrangements in order to spend the day vegging out with me. I think he knew I needed the companionship after what happened yesterday.

  Once the sky falls to darkness I know that I’ve got to go and see Ethan again, because time is quickly getting on and I still haven’t made much headway in finding out where the vampires are keeping Rebecca. I hop into the shower for a quick wash before throwing on a clean white blouse, black jeans and boots. Finn stands in the doorway as I lace them up.

  “You ready to put on yet another Oscar winning performance tonight?” He asks with amusement. I may have to act when it comes to disguising my reasons for being back in Tribane, but even I have to admit that my actions are nothing but genuine when it comes to interacting with Ethan.

  “Of course,” I reply, shrugging into my coat.

  Finn drops me off a couple of streets away from Crimson, so as not to attract any attention. He’s well known among the vamps as one of the best slayers in the DOH, and I don’t think things would turn out very well if a vampire were to recognise me associating with a man whose day job consists of doing his best to kill them off one by one.

  The club isn’t as busy as the last time I’d been here, and I go to sit by the bar, knocking back a shot of vodka in one go. Just a little Dutch courage. The stool beside mine creaks and a recognisable silky female voice addresses the barman. “A glass of red wine please, Robert.”

  I turn a little in my seat to find Eliza perched beside me, her almond shaped eyes scanning me as though taking inventory. She takes a delicate sip from her wine glass, then makes a tut tut noise through her sharp white teeth while shaking her head. “Silly girl, Ethan will not be pleased when he discovers you’ve been giving blood elsewhere.”

  I gesture for the barman to pour me another shot. “What are you talking about?” I try to put as much confidence into my voice as possible, but it still comes out a little shaky.

  “You have a lot to learn about our kind, honey, we can sense blood in so many different ways, scent, quality, consistency, quantity,” she says this last part with venom in her tone, and it makes me wince. “You have lost quite a substantial amount of blood very recently, and I know for a fact that it wasn’t donated to Ethan.”

  “I had a little accident,” I tell her in a low voice.

  Eliza laughs cruelly. “Lies will do you no good in the long run.” A beatific smile spreads across her perfect face. “I’m quite looking forward to watching Ethan punish you for this betrayal. Then you will be gone and things can get back to normal.”

  I pick up
the shot and knock it back before rising from my stool. “Jealousy is a very unattractive characteristic, Eliza.” I turn to leave, but her cold, claw-like hand grabs my wrist like a vice.

  “You think you can speak to me like that, do you have any idea of who my father is?”

  I glare at her. “I don’t really care about who he is, but I do know what he is, and that is a creepy fucking bastard.” I have to physically restrain myself from adding “child stealing” before “bastard”. I can’t allow losing my temper to blow my cover, but I do want to put Eliza in her place. Unfortunately, my anger has caused me to momentarily forget that she’s almost two hundred years old and a million times stronger than me. Her cold, predator’s eyes turn scarlet.

  She just about rips my arm out of the socket as she slams me back against the bar, hatred seeping from her every pore as her transformed eyes cut into me like a blade. I can feel her hand on my wrist tighten, and I pray that she doesn’t crush any bones.

  “I don’t think I possess the patience to wait for Ethan to punish you, I think I’ll have to start the proceedings myself,” she hisses, her eyes now glowing ruby red. She raises her fist into the air and things seem to move in slow motion as it descends on me.

  I scrunch up my eyes in anticipation of the blow, but just when her fist is about to make contact with my face, somebody rips her away. I peer about in surprise to see Dru with her arms tight around Eliza’s waist, holding her back from me.

  “Now, now princess, that’s no way for a lady to conduct herself, is it?” says Dru, her expression showing that she is half amused and half bewildered by Eliza’s behaviour.

  I slump back against the bar in relief that I have narrowly avoided a black eye or a broken nose, I’m not exactly certain which part of my face Eliza had been aiming for. She struggles against Dru’s hold, but she doesn’t seem to be making any progress in breaking free.

  Dru glances at me and laughs. “Good to see you again darlin’, I heard you were back. You’re looking well.”