The Whispers of The Sprite (The Whispers series #1) (20 page)

I repeat everything three times as she asks me to, word for word, but it doesn't mean anything to me. I can feel the fear passing through my body, flowing deep into my skin. I am looking upon death and darkness, nothing more is left now. My soul deserted my body, preparing for the final moment. My breaths are shallow, but I will see Gabriel's face soon. He is going to be close again.

I stare at the sharp knife. In a few seconds, it will be inside me, sliding in me, ripping apart my body. There will be pain and suffering.
 

‘Now! Do it now!’ roars Herne.

I look at the knife one more time. I lift it.

‘No! I can’t,’ I say, falling on the ground, unable to complete the task, burying my face in the sand. I can't stab myself for a man who doesn't love me. I am just a coward, not a hero. This whole ritual was a huge mistake. I just wasted the only chance that I had to ever see him again and I ruined it because I can’t suffer. I’m not going to die for Gabriel, for a man who was too scared to say how he really felt. I start crying, unable to control my body. I lift my eyes and look at Herne, but I feel someone's breath on my neck.

‘You only have a minute to make a decision. The sun is rising now!’ she shouts. In the darkness her eyes go wider as she starts pointing at the space behind me.

The
odour
of gunpowder and alcohol hits me unexpectedly. Dirty, trembling hands grab me from behind, covering my mouth like a red hot wire. My heart is in my throat.

It's a man; his hands are tied up around mine. I try to inhale the air through my nose, but I am suffocating. My body convulses with fear. Then the sun starts blazing light from the horizon. The man moves his hands to my throat. His breaths are heavy and rasped like he has been running for a long while.
 

‘She is a coward. She can't even save herself!’ roars the man into to my ear and the hair on my neck stands straight up. He grabs my knife. He releases his tight grip and pushes me away. I fall, hitting the large rock jutting from the sand. Several seconds pass. When I look up, the piercing pain shoots through my knee. I am bleeding but the man is no longer near me.

‘You have nowhere to escape!’ roars the man running towards Herne, who is now white as chalk. She is still standing and glancing back at me.

‘Run!’ I roar with pain.

It’s too late before Herne realises what is going on. She drops her old ritual book and stumbles backwards. She is too slow and the man grabs her from behind, forcing her down to the ground. I can’t move; my leg is probably broken. Then I recognise the man, right before the petrifying screams course through the sandy cove.

‘Shut up, witch!’ roars Richard, slapping her across the face.

The blood drains from my face as I stare at him, not believing what I am seeing. I hardly recognise the man that I know. He is wearing a long black coat; his face is almost black, covered in some kind of smudges and dirt. His eyes are wary, unpredictable and wild as if there is no more life in them. I stand up, closing my eyes, but I fall. My legs refuse to hold my body up. The pain forces me to stay down, unable to move. I start screaming.

‘Richard, what the hell are you doing?!’

‘Finishing what you started!’

Herne is trying to crawl away from him, but he grabs her by the throat with one hand, holding the ritual knife in the other. She is jerking, punching him, but he slides the small knife through her throat. She drops to the ground and the blood covers her face and neck, spreading on the sand. She stops moving after a few seconds.

I close my eyes, trying not to look, trying not to register what just happened. She can’t be dead, but she is so still now and there is so much hot, wet blood on the sand. He moves to look at me and then I get it. I have to move, otherwise he is going to get me as well. I take a few deep breaths, then I lift myself up, but my mind starts to spin.
 

Richard approaches me slowly. He stands in front of me for a long moment, staring at the calm sea. I crawl away, but he just laughs, then he lifts me. I moan as the pain blinds me for a moment. I inhale the same
odour
of gunpowder, whiskey and my own fear, hearing the squeak of seagulls above me. When I
lift
my heavy lids he is licking his tongue across his upper lips.

‘Richard, it's me. Ania!’ I cry out.

He laughs again, dragging me towards the sea. ‘I completed what she asked me to do,’ says Richard. His voice is so rough, unrecognisable.

He stops for a moment, looking around with hesitation. His eyes are gazing around as though he is waiting for someone. The near-black blood is dripping from the knife. I shake his coat, trying to tell him to leave me alone, but he grabs my arm.

‘The completion!’

My stomach clenches with fear, subconsciously knowing what he is going to do next. I scream as the knife enters my stomach and keep screaming until nothing else comes out of my lungs. The pain spreads through my veins, reaching my heart. I want to pass out and not feel anything else. My face touches the cold sand for a moment, then he lifts and carries me, but I can no longer feel anything but agony. Every inch of my flesh is burning. I try to open my eyes and I gasp for air as the water hits me. The pain increases, penetrating my whole stomach. The sea surrounds my body and chokes me and I know this is the end of me. The last part of my miserable life.

At least I will die in the sea. There is no feeling in my limbs and I am sinking deeper into the cold water that is flooding my lungs. I am drowning. My mind is not accepting this, but death is near me – close, too close. Slowly, all my memories begin to run through my mind; my whole life, my childhood, my mother. Gabriel is with me and he is a human. We are walking along the coastline, enjoying the sun… everything is perfectly still.
 

 
A second... I suffer.

 
A minute… the pain.
 

 
An hour… the agony.

 
A day… time stopped.

A week… the year is passing through.

A year… The century without him. Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.

19

I want to open my eyes, but the darkness falls over me like a thick curtain. The agony, the suffering and the pain was supposed to end, but this is unbearable. I can't it take anymore. I can still hear the waves nearby and the cold air that caresses my face. I hear the birds.

‘Ania, please, can you hear me?’ says a familiar voice. I lift my heavy lids and I think that God heard my prayers, because Gabriel is looking at me. I am in heaven with him.

‘Gabriel,’ I moan.

‘I know, darling. Be strong,’ he says.

I want to speak, but I can't override the pain. Gabriel is dripping with water; he looks like he has been swimming. He is stunning in the sunlight. If I am in heaven then why won’t this pain end? The cold wind blows Gabriel's damp hair.
 

There is another movement near us. Gabriel looks around, disoriented. His blue eyes widen and panic flashes across his handsome face. Someone is coming towards us.

‘Gabriel.’ It is a woman’s voice, soft and too high.

‘Rose. You have to help her. Please, you are my only hope. Otherwise she will die,’ pleads Gabriel with desperation in his voice.

Rose is here with us. Maybe she will help me die as I can no longer take this suffering. Can someone please end this?
   

‘She can see you? Gabriel, you will be in danger! Everyone will know.’

‘I don't care – just help her. She is dying!’

‘I can't!’ she screams. ‘I can’t touch her, it’s too late. We still have a chance to leave.’

‘No!’ he roars. ‘I am not leaving her. Heal her!’

‘Please, end this, please!’ I scream with the last strength that I have in me. I hear her coming towards me. She kneels and places her hands on my wound. She locks her olive eyes on me and after several seconds I pass out again.

When I open my eyes, I am still lying on the grass. The pain has deserted my body. I blink rapidly. My clothes are damp and heavy. I get up and look around. We must be on the top of the cliff as there is a brisk wind coming off the sea, cool and briny. I run my hand across the stomach; there are holes in my t-shirt and stains of dry blood. I am healed.

Gabriel is staring at me with Rose by his side. She wipes her streaming eyes, gazing at me with shock and anger. My heart particularly stops when I look at her frozen face and horror-filled eyes. Gabriel leans in and wraps his arms around me, breathing into my hair. He smells of sea and blood. It's so good to feel him beside me.

‘Thank you, Rose,’ says Gabriel, breaking the awkward silence.
   

‘You risked your life for this human?’ she asks, pointing at me with an appalled look.

‘I love her,’ he whispers.

‘You don't love her – you want her humanity. You are pathetic!’

My mind is trying to understand what he just said. All this time I was waiting for this moment, but I never imagined that I’d hear him say it in front of Rose.

‘What just happened?’ I ask.

The atmosphere is thicker than cold, bitter night in the summer. I part my lips but I am unable to say anything.
 

‘I saved your life and now Gabriel is going to die,’ she responds in a high-pitched tone.

I turn to face Gabriel, who's staring at me with sadness in his blue eyes like he is never going to see me again.

‘Gabriel, what's happened? It was Richard – he killed Herne and then ...’
   

‘He stabbed you and threw you into the sea.’ He pauses. ‘The ritual somehow worked and then he left as soon as you were underwater. I couldn't let you die, so I rescued you.’

This should feel so different. I am alive but something is wrong; Gabriel just risked his life for me, his fiancée just saved me, but no one is relieved.

‘But how? I lost the ability; this wasn’t possible?’

They both look like they are asking themselves the same questions.
 

‘It must have worked, because I was able to reach you.’ says Gabriel looking broken.

Rose is staring at me with madness and disbelief in her eyes.
 

‘They are coming,’ she whispers.

‘Who is coming?’ I ask, feeling disorientated as a bucket of ice cascades into my stomach. The cold, bitter winds start howling and I am shivering. My clothes are wet and sticking to my body.

I look at Gabriel for an explanation; he leans down and whispers in my ear.

‘Don't do anything stupid. Go home. I broke the rules and now I will be punished. There is nothing that you can do now. I will love you forever,’ he says.

He can’t be serious. He just saved my life – surely he can't be punished for that? Then the other Sprites begin to appear out of nowhere, surrounding us. I count at least five, each tall and beautiful; most of them look older with white-silver hair and old-fashioned clothes.

‘Gabriel,’ says the Sprite standing opposite him. He has similarly untidy dark hair, but with more grey on both sides.

Next to him is a woman. She looks horrified and disappointed as she stares at me. Her hair is also snow-white, and her eyes are so similar to Gabriel’s,
hypnotising
blue. The woman steps out towards us, gazing sharply at Gabriel. I shake my head but I am unable to find my own voice.

‘I love this woman,’ he says.

‘You don’t know what love is. How can you even name it?’ she asks, approaching him. ‘You have ruined this family.’

She doesn’t let him explain and touches his hand. His eyes roll backwards and then he drops to the ground within seconds, unconscious.

I let out a terrifying scream and storm towards him.
 

‘Human, this isn't your business,’ says the woman that just spoke to Gabriel. ‘My son let you in and he will die because of it.’

I look at her, disoriented, but someone else holds me. I jerk but I can’t get away.

‘He saved my life. Please do something if you love him!’ I roar, but she seems to be unconvinced. Rose doesn't do anything; she is just staring at me with pure hate and anger, tensing her jaw. It’s my fault that he is going to die.

‘It's too late now,’ says someone else. ‘Love is just an emotion which we don’t understand.’

The voice fades away and they all vanish with Gabriel before I can react. I stand on the top of the cliff, staring at the disturbed sea. The rain starts drizzling. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. The sky has gone grey; thick, gloomy, dark clouds are hanging above me. Gabriel saved my life, but now he is going to be executed for betraying his people. I know that this time, I won’t be able to do anything; they will kill him.

Then I remember that Herne is still somewhere on the beach lying in the pool of blood and I am the one that can be blamed for her death. It’s still early, maybe close to six, but I am not sure how long I was unconscious. I can’t bear to look at her body right now, but I need to call the police; sooner or later someone will find her. My hands are shaking when I dial the number, but then I change my mind. I can't call them from my phone. It’s my fault; Richard killed an innocent woman just because she was with me.

I walk to my car sobbing quietly, feeling guilty that I have to leave Herne here without notifying anyone. My body is completely healed; Rose saved my life. She has an extraordinary talent. By the time I get to the car the sun rages through the dark clouds and sooner or later people will start to appear on the beach, so I need to pray that no one noticed me. I get into the car and hide my face between my hands, unable to decide what to do.

‘I suggest you get out of here as soon as possible.’

I jump, on the edge of fainting. A woman is sitting in the back seat of my car. I wipe the tears off my face and turn around to look at her.

‘How did you get in here?’

I instantly recognise her.
 
She followed me around London; it’s the elderly lady who spoke to me in the restaurant warning me about iron.

‘I suggest you start the car, otherwise you will end up in the police station answering questions,’ she says firmly.

I hesitate, wondering if I should listen to her. After a moment I start the engine, trying to gather my thoughts. She looks exactly the same; her silver hair is styled in a tight bun and she is gazing at me intensely.
 

‘So ... why you are in my car?’ I speak and my voice trembles.

‘Herne shouldn't have died; she had nothing to do with this. I was supposed to keep an eye on you, but I got here too late,’ she says. ‘Keep your eyes on the road.’

I obey, swallowing the large lump in my throat. How does she know about Herne?

‘Who are you?’
 

‘I will explain everything when you get home. I’d rather not risk getting stuck here. We need to get home in one piece.’

I keep glancing at her and try to concentrate on driving at the same time. Millions of questions are going through my head. I know that I have to go back to Oxwich Bay. Gabriel is somewhere out there, hopefully still alive. My ability has come back. I can clearly see every Sprite in this world. This woman in the car, however, she is a human. I stop the car in front of my house and wait until she will start explaining why she is here. She has long face and deep dark eyes.

‘I am your grandmother.’

‘What?!’

The words rumble from my mouth before I can stop them. She can’t be serious.

‘Grandmother?’

‘Yes, your biological grandmother from your mother's side,’ she says, patting her hair.

‘I was adopted, so I don't know who my mother really is.’

‘You knew that you were adopted?’

‘I found the adoption papers when I was looking for vodka,’ I say with evident sarcasm.

She rolls her eyes and then I realise that she must be telling the truth; her expression is so similar to mine when she is annoyed. ‘Can we talk about this another time? Gabriel is in trouble. I need to find him.’

‘You don’t need to find him,’ she cuts in.

‘You don’t understand. I have to stop them before it’s too late!’ I roar, losing control.

‘Don't be ridiculous. He is not dead yet and he won't be dead until the decision is reached,’ she says, narrowing her dark eyes.