Immortal prophecy, p.19
Immortal Prophecy, page 19
He got up and poured another whiskey for himself and gestured towards Ally for a refill. She nodded. She could use another drink after that.
I can’t believe I’m capable of that. What else can I do? She wondered with a mixture of excitement and concern.
James came back to the couch with two whiskeys and handed one to Ally. She took it and he lifted his glass in a toast, “To my little spitfire, who can throw fireballs,” he said as they tapped their glasses together. “We’ll need to practice that again, so you can do it on cue,” James informed her.
“I hope I can do it again,” she said thoughtfully. “I still want to try to deflect a fireball.”
He looked at her over his glass. “No.”
“Don’t make me angry again, or I’ll intentionally aim for you this time,” she joked.
“We will discuss it another time. Is that a fair compromise?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes. “That’s what my parents said when they were going to say no but wanted me to lay off for a while.”
James laughed, and it was so infectious that she laughed with him.
Despite the situation, she enjoyed his company, and he appeared to enjoy hers. She wished they could spend more time together like this instead of running off to fight vampires. She had to deal with them eventually, but she would have loved more time like this before the battles began.
Ally looked at James, and though she loved being here with him and didn’t want to leave, they had to be up at dawn and needed some sleep. She was about to say just that when she saw three doors against the wall. How odd, what could be behind the doors?
“What’s caught your attention?” James asked breaking into her thoughts.
She looked like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. “I was just wondering why you would need three doors against the wall like that.”
“Dressing rooms,” he said, as if it was nothing.
“You need three dressing rooms?” she asked.
“No, but the women before me obviously did.”
She laughed at the joke and looked around again. “Is that the bathroom?”
He loved her curiosity. “Why don’t you go find out?”
She couldn’t resist and jumped out to go investigate. Descending the steps, she stared in awe again. The bathroom was the same neutral theme as the bedroom with an antique off-white bath with gold claw feet off to the side. A large TV hung over the vanity, which ran in an L shape around the room, and what appeared to be a three-person shower with the most incredible shower head she had seen in her life. It was a silver plate in the ceiling of the shower. She imagined it would be like showering in the rain, and being someone who loved the rain, it looked amazing. She wanted this room, and if she was honest, she wanted the man who owned it too.
James crept up behind her.
She turned around startled. “Remember what I said about a cat bell?”
James burst into laughter again. “Do you approve of the bathroom?”
“I’m in love with the shower. We should definitely swap rooms.”
“I’ve already told you how you can have this room,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
He looked at her and twisted her around, so her back was pressed against his hard chest, and whispered into her ear, “Come with me.”
Taking her by the hand, he led her back into the bedroom, over to the large space in the middle of the room. “Wait here.”
She stood still watching him cross the room to the sound system. He pressed play and a soft slow song she’d not heard before played throughout the room. James prowled back to where she stood, holding eye contact the whole time. When he reached her, James took her hand, pulled her into his arms and slowly turned her about the room.
She had remarked on his dancing before and knew she had enjoyed it. Ally deserved romance, and he would give it to her whenever he could. Neither spoke as they stared deep into each other’s eyes, lost, while the world melted away. Ally knew she’d remember this moment forever.
He continued turning her about the room, his hand resting on the small of her back, it slipped lower and lower. Part of her brain knew she should stop him but god help her, she couldn’t find the will or the strength. It felt too good. His eyes clouded over and the heat grew within her own body and soon the flames would refuse to be doused. James slid his hand to the small of her back, and she whimpered. He twirled her around once more before he lowered her into a seductive dip and brought her back up. Gazing into his eyes, Ally found herself mesmerised, unable to turn away.
The emotions between them were so intense, they threatened to overwhelm her. Ally raised her hand to stroke his jaw. He closed his eyes, and she smiled. It was so hard to fight these feelings and hold them at bay. Tonight, she didn’t want to fight them, who knew what may happen tomorrow. The last thing she wanted right now was regrets.
He opened his eyes as she pushed herself onto her tiptoes and captured his mouth with hers. He let out a groan of pleasure, and they gave themselves over to the moment. They were both tired of fighting it and holding back. James seemed to understand what Ally needed.
He picked her up in his arms without breaking the kiss and moved her over to the big, soft bed. He pulled back for a moment to look at her, whilst he brushed her hair with his hands and stared at her. The intensity of his gaze, and made her want to shy away from it but she couldn’t take her eyes off him, even for a second. What she felt for him was so strong and so intense it scared her. But tonight wasn’t about being scared, it was about giving in to temptation and seeing what it was like to be with this man, whom she had been haunted by for five long years.
What she felt for him all those years ago was nothing compared to what she felt for him right now. Part of her knew life wouldn’t be the same, now he was with her again and she didn’t care. Life without him wouldn’t be a life at all. But she wasn’t ready to tell him all this yet.
James had been holding himself back, and she saw the hurt it caused him. He’d have her undying gratitude forever because he’d respected and loved her enough to give her the time she needed to come to terms with things.
“Ally,” he whispered. “I know you think you want this tonight, and you know what I want, but not tonight. Not after everything with Kat.”
“I want to because of that,” she answered breathlessly in between kisses. “Life is too short.”
“Not it isn’t.”
She snorted. “Well not for you.”
“Ally. You know what I’m saying. I want us to do this because you need me, not because you think life is too short, or that something might happen to you tomorrow.” She studied him for a moment, and a healthy dose of reality hit her. He was right. She was doing this because she was afraid she’d die and she didn’t want to die without experiencing one night with him.
She sighed and looked at him. “How’d you know?”
“Because I’m old and wise.”
She snorted. “Ancient and wise.”
He rolled her on her side and pulled her close to him and planted a kiss on the back of her head “I’m alright with waiting, Ally.”
She sighed and closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “I’m lucky to have you, James.”
He his mouth pulled up at the corners. “And I you.”
Ally hadn’t intended on falling asleep in bed with James, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open for another second. She hadn’t known how tired she’d been, and it hit her like a tonne of bricks. As she was drifting off to sleep Ally heard a man’s voice calling her name. She didn’t recognise the voice, but she it sounded vaguely familiar to her.
A terrified auburn-haired girl was dumped into a dungeon of sorts. Studying her surroundings, the girl discovered the floor was compacted dirt and a man, unknown to her, lay on a scummy makeshift bed in the corner. Worn and weak, he didn’t seem threatening in any way, but she didn’t know for certain. Appearances could be
The vampire that carried her in and dropped her unceremoniously on the ground turned around to leave. She watched him warily. The creature stopped and turned around to glare at her. Kat gasped at the crimson red eyes glowing at her in the darkness. Seeing her terror, the evil creature smirked before speaking with a raspy voice filled with evil intent, “Natalia will come for you soon.”
The words weren’t threatening, but the sentiment behind them, however, terrified her anew.
Cold, stark fear scratched its way up her body. A single candle against the wall cast a weak light creating numerous shadows across the room. There weren’t any windows or doors in the dingy dungeon, except for the one that led to the stairs. Realising her predicament, she saw that door was the only way out, but she shuddered to imagine what horrors lay beyond. Kat had the feeling there was only one way she was leaving this place, and she didn’t like the idea one bit.
Tears fell from her eyes. “Oh God, Chase. Where are you?”
Adele had warned her of danger, but she hadn’t understood, or hadn’t wanted to understand, the level they might find themselves in. How could she have known? This was something out of your worst nightmare and then some.
The man in the corner stirred, grabbing her attention. Kat flattened her body against the wall where she’d been dropped to get as far away from him as possible.
“I won’t hurt you,” he rasped. A few seconds later he was caught by a flurry of coughs.
Kat was still wary. “Are you ill?” she asked, keeping herself flattened against the wall.
“Not in the way you mean.”
What does that mean? She wondered, puzzled by his words. Taking in her surroundings again, a fresh wave of fear ran through her, she was in trouble, and she might not survive this. She only hoped that Chase had gotten away safely to Ally and James.
“Ally,” she whispered, remembering her friend didn’t know what was going on. She hoped someone had told her by now.
Kat gathered her courage and spoke to the man in the corner. He might be able to help her and if nothing else, shed some light on the situation she was in. If he turned out to be a vampire or something else deadly, what did it matter at this point?
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Damian Carlisle,” he said with a weak voice that held a sense of pride.
Kat had heard that name before. Then it dawned on her.
“Are you related to James Carlisle?”
Damian turned to face her, his eyes held suspicion and doubt. “What’s it to you?”
“I’m a friend of his soulmate, Ally.”
The weak man looked at her with a sense of hope. “He has a soulmate?”
“He does,” she paused and asked again. “Do you know him?”
He hung his head and his shoulders slumped. “He is my younger brother, and I have feared for his life for so long.” Looking up at her, Damian smiled weakly though his eyes reflected emotion so intense it slammed into her. “Thank you, lass. I’ve been here a long time not knowing what is going on in the outside world.”
She smiled despite being locked in a cell by vampires. Kat saw the joy her small bit of information had brought the man before her.
“Do you know of Adele?”
Kat saw the fear slide back into his eyes. “Adele Woodcomb?”
He sighed. “That might be her name now, but it was once Adele McConnell.”
Kat nodded enthusiastically. “That’s her. She’s Ally’s grandmother.”
“So, she married.” He paused then glanced up at Kat again. “Is she well?”
“She’s worried about Ally and the prophecy, but she is well. She should be here in Scotland with James and Ally.”
“With her husband, I presume,” he said more than asked.
“No, he died a long time ago,” Kat said. “Were you and Adele close?”
The man looked at her with eyes that swam in grief and loss. “She was my soulmate.”
Kat gasped in shock. Her heart broke for him. She knew what it was like to have a soulmate now and if Chase had married another assuming she was dead, it’d be devastating.
“Was he a good man?” Damian asked.
“He was a great man, treated her like she was a goddess.”
Damian smiled to himself. It was soul shattering to discover she had given up on him but what else could she do? He was happy that Adele’s husband had been a good man and treated her well.
Does she still think of me? he wondered. He looked at the lovely young girl sitting against the wall opposite him, she’d brought news he’d been waiting to hear for a long time. “What’s your name, lass?”
“Despite the circumstances, it’s nice to meet you, Kat,” Damian said with a warm smile.
Smiling back, Kat asked, “How long have you been in here?”
“Since 1967,” he said with no emotion.
Kat trembled with fear. “You’ve been here for fifty years?”
He shrugged. “Sounds about right.”
“There’s no way out?” she asked, as fear overwhelmed her again.
“If there was, I never found it. They keep me too weak to do anything, anyway.”
“What do you mean too weak?”
“They take my blood to become our equals and keep me weak so I won’t be able to fight back,” he answered. His loved ones were safe. Now he could leave this world in peace. Lost in his thoughts, something she’d said earlier slapped him the face. “What prophecy?”
“You don’t know?” she asked surprised.
He shook his head side to side.
“There’s a prophecy involving Ally. She has to kill Vincent and reunite the immortals, but he wants to kill her before she gets to him.”
He again shook his head, processing what he had just been told. “I remember. So, he found his prophecy girl.”
A wide smile stretched across his face. James had done the impossible and found his needle in a haystack. Hope surged through him. He could get out of here. There was just one problem, everyone thought he was dead and no-one knew where they were.
Ally woke with a start. Sitting up and clutching the sheet to her chest, she tried to breathe but the surrounding air was suffocating. Trembling in fear, a cold sweat breaking out, she fought the fogginess that had a firm grip on her from sleep. Ally knew she’d been dreaming and something deep inside her screamed that it was vital.
James stirred beside her and sat up putting his hand on her shoulder. She jumped at his touch. Ally climbed out of bed and was hit by the chill in the room.
James got up and followed her. “What’s wrong, Ally?”
She spun around to face him. “I can’t remember,” she mumbled more to herself than him.
He grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. She smiled at him gratefully as he stoked the fire. It still had enough embers to start a fire quickly. The room was bitterly cold and dark, save the moonlight shining in through the windows. Ally was grateful that it offered enough light for her to see where she was going.
She walked to the french-doors and slipped out onto the balcony. The crisp fresh air seemed to revive her, and a sense of calm swept through her body.
James sat back on his heels and watched her walk out to the balcony. He gave her a few minutes to gather herself before he went out to comfort her.
She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and leaned against the
She remembered dreaming of Kat and a man at first, then it all came flooding back to her. Her legs crumbled beneath her and just before she hit the ground, strong arms grasped her, pulling her back up.
“Ally!” he cried.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears.
“What is it?” he asked as a tear rolled down her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb as he waited for her to respond.
“Damian and Kat,” she said, then looked up at him again with disbelief and happiness. “They’re alive.”
James stared at her for a moment then he dropped to his knees from the shock of what she had just told him.
His brother was alive.
Ally glanced up at the stars and sent up a silent thanks to the immortals for sending her this dream.
She dropped down to her knees as well. “That is why I had the dream about Damian. It all makes sense now,” she said breathless with excitement.
“Because he was alive this whole time.” His mouth turned down at the corners. “I gave up when I should have kept looking, but the evidence we found made us believe he was dead.”
She laid her hand upon his as a gesture of love. “You did everything you could James, don’t let the guilt overcome you. Your brother is alive, and that’s all that matters.”
He smiled at her and pulled her into his arms. “Thank you, Ally.”
She was touched but couldn’t take the credit. It was the immortals long gone that had shared the information, she was just the vessel. “I didn’t do much. I just had a dream.”
“A dream that told us my brother is alive. There’s no greater gift you could give me than that,” he said as he pulled himself and Ally back up, then led her inside. It was far too cold for them to be outside and having recovered from the shock, he could think again.
Ally let him lead her back inside, and she moved to stand in front of the fire. She was chilled to the bone.
by Samantha Adams / Romance / Science Fiction & Fantasy / Young Adult have rating 4 out of 5 / Based on32 votes