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Authors: Marissa Farrar

Dominion (13 page)

“You’re saying I’m going to die?”

By his side, Serenity gasped.

“Yes, Sebastian,” Bridget said. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Serenity reached out and took his hand once more. This time he didn’t pull away. Her warmth comforted him and he suddenly battled the compulsion to put his arms around her and lay his head on her chest.
To listen to the steady thump of her heartbeat, to absorb her warmth.
To feel safe and loved.

If his existence was over, he’d never see her again—her or Elizabeth. He’d never considered the possibility that he might go before them. The thought of never seeing them again filled him with a crushing sadness.

Serenity squeezed his hand, hard enough to hurt, and he lifted his gaze to hers.

“You’re not going to die,” she said fiercely, her dark eyes burning. “You hear me? Keep fighting this and don’t give up. We won’t give up on you.”

He drew strength from her passion and straightened his shoulders. After everything Serenity had gone through, the least she deserved was for him to fight. He just needed to make sure she understood what she was getting herself into.

“What about what I put you through? I brought a dead man here.
Someone who attacked you!”

She stared into his face, earnest in what she said. “I’ll cut the heads off as many zombies as I have to until we get this sorted.”

The lack of control frightened him. He was scared of what he was capable of when he wasn’t the person steering the ship. This demon could rise to the surface at any moment, pushing him down. What if it attacked Serenity or Elizabeth? He already knew the demon liked to kill, it had proven as much the last two times he’d been gone. What was there to stop it from hurting the people he loved?

The possibility of being pushed down to that other level, only to wake up back here in Los Angeles with Serenity or Elizabeth’s body in his arms absolutely terrified him.

Could he voice his fears to Serenity? He didn’t want to scare her. However, he was the one who needed saving right now and he was looking to her and Bridget to do the saving.

“Bridget,” he started. “Is there any kind of spell to help protect you all from me when I’m … not here?”

A look passed between the two women.

“You’re scared the demon will hurt us,” said Serenity.

He nodded. “More than I’m scared of dying.”

“You wouldn’t hurt us,” Serenity said quickly, as though she were trying to convince herself as much as him.

“You don’t know that,” he shot back. Serenity glanced away and his heart tightened with fear and pain.

“A spell to protect against vampires?”
Bridget asked.

“Or a spell to protect against demons.”

“If such a thing existed,” Serenity said, “couldn’t we use it on Sebastian?”

She shook her head. “I’m not strong enough. If I was, I’d have used it back in New York.”

The atmosphere tensed as they were all reminded of that terrible time when they’d almost lost Elizabeth.

Sebastian watched as Serenity went to the door, crossed the hall and peeped in at Elizabeth. He understood her reasons for checking on their daughter at that moment—anytime he was reminded of the fragility of children, he felt the need to make sure his own was safe and well.

He looked at her expectantly as she re-entered the room. She gave him a tight smile. “She’s sleeping.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

Bridget took control. “Serenity, remember the powerful witch I told you about?”

“The Sorceress—the one you thought might be able to help us?”

Bridget nodded. “I’ve found her, but she’s part of a traveler community, so she rarely stays in one place for long. If we’re going to catch her before they move on again, we can’t waste any more time.”

“How far away is she?” Serenity asked. Her fingers tightened around Sebastian’s and he sensed her anguish. He didn’t blame her. With his weakened strengths, they’d never be able to travel long distances. In fact, he doubted he’d be able to travel any distance at all.

“We’re in luck. They’re right outside Barstow, a little under two hours away.”

Serenity sagged against him. “Oh, thank God.”

“We’ll leave right away,” said Sebastian. “I guess we’ll have to travel the old-fashioned way and take the car.”

Bridget’s mouth set in a thin line.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “There’s something else you’re not telling me.”

Bridget gave a tight nod. “The Sorceress may not even help us. They’re not exactly known for their affinity to vampires, Sebastian. I had planned on going alone first, to try to get some information from her before mentioning your being a vampire. But, with your condition deteriorating … I’m not sure we can afford to wait any longer.”

Sebastian scowled. “I’ll make her help us.”

“Sebastian, even if you were at your full strength, which you’re not, you’d be no match for her.”

He narrowed his eyes. “A witch is still just a human, however powerful her magic. A vampire will always be stronger.”

“In brute strength, perhaps, but she can control the elements, Sebastian. Don’t go into this thinking you’re the one with the upper hand. We need her to help us, so you must approach her contrite and respectful. If you let your feelings about my kind show, we might as well forget the whole thing.”

Outrage bubbled up inside Sebastian’s chest. Who was she to tell him how to act? It was true that he’d never held witchcraft in much esteem. And Bridget betraying them and putting Elizabeth’s life at risk certainly didn’t help to change his opinion.

Serenity’s hand tightening around his arm brought him back to focus. He blinked, knowing his eyes had flared yellow for the briefest of moments. He needed to get a hold of himself. His personal opinions meant nothing when the lives of his family were threatened, especially when he was the one responsible for endangering them.

“Don’t worry, Bridget. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

She regarded him with cool, blue eyes. “Good.”

He didn’t like being told what to do, especially not by her. He opened his mouth to retort and then closed it again and turned from the room.

“I’ll get Elizabeth.”

He went into living room, where his daughter lay curled up on the couch. Her eyes were still open. There was something vacant about her stare, empty. Sebastian swallowed hard. Seeing her like this twisted something tight within his chest. Inadvertently, he had done this to her.

Perhaps I should take myself away,
he thought.
Get far away from them both and let whatever this thing is take me.

The tightness in his chest gathered and wrenched, causing him a pain that was almost physical. Could he do that? Leave and never see them again? But then he realized the option wasn’t even his. If this thing, this
demon
,
could control him, he couldn’t stop it coming back to his family and hurting them.

Sebastian bent and gathered Elizabeth in his arms. She felt so light to him, yet her size never failed to amaze him. Her long, skinny limbs hinted at the tall, slender young woman she would soon become.

The sense of her childhood slipping away filled him with sadness.

Everything changed.

Everything except him.

Chapter Thirteen

 

 

Serenity drove with Sebastian riding
shotgun. Bridget and Elizabeth sat in the back in silence.

As she headed east onto the Interstate 10 freeway, Serenity cast anxious glances at Sebastian. His expression was
unreadable,
his lips pressed together, his jaw tight. He had his hands clasped together between his knees and he stared down at them, ignoring the world passing by outside the window.

She worried about him. He didn’t like to travel in cars
,
and having to do so must be a hard thing to swallow. She couldn’t imagine how he felt, his strength and speed disappearing, his beautiful, perfect skin falling away from his body. Clearly, he was also distraught about what he’d put her and Elizabeth through, though she didn’t hold him to blame.

She and Bridget had purposefully not mentioned their suspicions about Natasha being responsible for the demon. Serenity had felt sure he’d rush off to confront Natasha himself without allowing this sorceress to help them first. She couldn’t risk that happening. They had no idea how much control Natasha had over the demon inside him or if she had her own group of witches surrounding and protecting her.

Elizabeth also worried Serenity. She still seemed zoned out, as though she was asleep with her eyes open. She stared out of the window, not responding to anything the adults said to her. Serenity understood the theory that the little girl was still in shock about what had happened; from the way her own hands trembled when she removed them from the steering wheel, she thought she might be in shock herself. But Serenity knew her daughter. If something was happening with Elizabeth that she didn’t quite understand, it was normally because her daughter was experiencing something
else
. That magic part of her that allowed her to know things before others. After all, their daughter had been right about Sebastian. She’d dreamed about her father being lost, dreams bad enough to cause night terrors that had
forced
the leader at her camp to send her home from her trip.

They rode in silence, the tension in the car palpable. Serenity didn’t know what to expect when they found the traveler community Bridget said the sorceress belonged to. Would they tell them to get lost? With Sebastian so on edge, she worried he’d make some kind of snide comment toward them. He didn’t do contrite and she couldn’t blame him. He was used to being the top predator, the creature no one and nothing else could hurt, yet now he found himself at the mercy of something unexplainable and he was being forced to ask for help from people who hated his kind.

How was this ever going to go well?

Serenity focused on the road, leaving Interstate 10 to merge onto the Mojave Freeway toward Barstow. Eventually, Elizabeth’s eyes closed and she slept. Serenity relaxed a fraction. Seeing her daughter sleeping was a far more natural state than the awful, silent stare. In sleep, Elizabeth could heal.

The car ate away the miles of desert—
the expanse of sand and small shrubs barely made out in the moonlight. Ahead, a vastness of stars stretched out on the horizon. Now well into the evening, the road was more deserted than in the daytime—plenty of Los Angeles residents often using this route to take short breaks to Las Vegas.

Sebastian sat in stony silence beside her, his face now turned to the passenger window. She knew he’d be able to see more of the landscape than she’d ever be able to, but he made no comment on the passing scenery, or on anything else for that matter.

The occasional headlights of other cars swept toward her from the other side of the freeway, making her squint in the sudden glare of light. A small animal darted across the road ahead and she jammed her foot on the brakes and swerved, then apologizing for making everyone jump.

As she hit the outskirts of the city, she followed Bridget’s directions and turned left toward
Lenwood
. Before they reached the small town, the older woman reached forward between the seats and touched Serenity’s arm.

Bridget
pointed across the road. “Look, there!”

Behind a tall chain-link fence, a number of trailers were set up, dotting the dry countryside. Serenity pulled the car over, parking beside a double-wide, chain-link gate which stood the same height as the fence.

The change in motion jerked Elizabeth awake. She sat up, looked around and smiled.

“You okay, honey?” Serenity asked, twisting around in her seat.

Elizabeth nodded. “Are we here now?”

“I think so.”

“We’re here,” said Bridget. “And we have company.” She nodded toward the gate. A number of people approached, crossing the dry terrain with purpose in their walk. “Elizabeth can stay in the car,” Bridget continued. “Sebastian, you stay with her.”

He turned to face them, finally interacting. “I’m not hiding away inside this vehicle.”

She sighed. “Fine, stand outside if you want to, but stay with your daughter.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t argue. He climbed from the car in one graceful move and propped himself against the passenger door. Serenity and Bridget followed suit, the two women standing on the side of the car closest to the trailers.

A girl walked in the middle of the approaching group. Older men with shaved heads, wife-beater shirts and homemade tattoos adorning their heavily-muscled arms flanked her. Her blonde hair was so pale it was almost white and hung down her back, the ends brushing the base of her spine. She had sculpted features—a fine, pointed chin, slender nose, and bright blue eyes that appeared too large in her delicate face.

The group came to a halt just on the inside of the gate.

“Iona.”
Bridget spoke quietly to the side. Serenity shot her a glance of confusion.
“The Sorceress.”

Serenity gave a small gasp of surprise. This girl before them was just that—a girl. She could
n’t have been more than sixteen-years-
old at a stretch. Surely this child couldn’t be the person they were putting all their hope in.

Anxious, she glanced back to where Sebastian remained by the car, his arms folded over his chest, watching them, his green eyes intense. From the way he stood, angled away from them, the patch of dried skin was hidden. He’d done this on purpose, she guessed, untrusting of those he knew would automatically hate him, and not wanting to expose his newly-found weaknesses. The rough-looking guys with the sorceress highlighted his perfect beauty and composure.

Her eyes flicked back to Iona, but the girl didn’t pay Sebastian any attention. Instead, she looked past him to where Elizabeth rounded the vehicle.

“Elizabeth!” Serenity exclaimed. “I thought we told you to stay in the car?”

Her daughter didn’t answer. She approached the waiting group with a shy smile on her face.

Iona returned the smile, her eyes still focused on the younger girl. “Hello
,
Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth flashed a smile, her cheeks flushing pink. “Hello
,
Iona.”

The two girls regarded each other. 

Serenity frowned.
They kno
w each other, but how?

“Can you help him?” Elizabeth asked out of the blue.

For the first time, Iona’s gaze left Elizabeth and flicked toward Sebastian. “Does he want our help?”

Sebastian unfolded his arms and stood straight. “I
need
your help,” he called across the roof of the vehicle.

Iona nodded, turning her attention to Serenity. Her small, elfin face cocked to one side as she took in the sight of her visitor. “Your daughter is special.”

Serenity risked a smile. “Yes, she is.”

“She’s been talking to me for the past couple of hours, explaining to me what’s been happening. You understand we wouldn’t normally dream of helping a vampire, but Elizabeth insists this one is different from others.”

“Not all vampires are bad,” Bridget insisted, moving in on the conversation.

“No?” The girl arched both eyebrows in apparent disbelief.

“Elizabeth is half-vampire,” Serenity said, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

Iona’s eyes moved back to Elizabeth and she gave the younger girl a small smile. “She had no choice in what she was born as.”

Sebastian walked around the car. He approached them with long strides, coming to stand behind his daughter. “I had no choice in becoming what I am,” he argued.

“Perhaps not, but you’ve relished in your vampirism.
In the blood and the death.
All your kind
do
.”

“I try to limit the amount death I inflict on the human population.” He spoke quietly, clearly understanding the validity of her argument.

“I supposed it could be worse. At least you’re not a werewolf.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “There’s no such thing as werewolves. They’re just vampires who’ve tried to live on animal blood and have lost their humanity.”

“Is that so?” she said. “And you know this for a fact?”

“I’ve been alive for more than two hundred years. If werewolves lived on this earth, I’d know about it.”

“Funnily enough, werewolves don’t think much of vampires either. They’re a very secretive race. Understandably, they like to keep to themselves.”

“That’s bullshit. Werewolves don’t exist.”

“Many would also claim vampires, witches and demons also do not exist.” She spread her hands out either side of her body. “And yet
,
here we are.”

Serenity stepped forward, placing her body between Sebastian and Iona. “Please, this isn’t helping anything or anyone. Arguing the existence of werewolves is doing nothing to solve our problem.”

“Ah, yes,” the sorceress said, putting her hands on her narrow hips. “The problem is a demon, isn’t it?”

Serenity nodded.
“A demon inside a vampire.”

Iona bit her lower lip.
“Definitely not a good thing.”

“So you’ll help us?”

“Yes. But please understand I’m only helping you because of Elizabeth. I’ve never had someone else in my head before. It helped me to fully see the person she is. To have a soul and heart so innocent when she’s experienced such horror makes her a truly special person.”

Serenity reached back and pulled Elizabeth to her side. “Thank you.”

“Very well,” the girl said, stepping forward with her hand held out to Elizabeth. Elizabeth broke from Serenity’s side and accepted the proffered hand. “Come with me.”

Iona turned and her group of heavies moved with her. Holding Elizabeth’s hand, she strode into the traveler’s site, her blonde hair flowing out behind her. Her demeanor was that of a full-grown woman, not a girl in her teens, and the people around her seemed to treat her with reverence.

Serenity and Bridget exchanged a glance and then hurried after, Sebastian close behind.

“Where are her parents?” Serenity hissed to Bridget, hoping not to be heard.

Bridget tilted her head toward Serenity as she walked. “They died, both of them, when Iona was a baby.”

“Oh, my God, the poor girl.”

“An ancient prophecy says when a powerful witch procreates with a powerful warlock, the two shall never survive. Perhaps
it’s
nature’s way of trying to prevent a person being created who is capable of destroying it. When the child is born, he or
she takes all of their parent’s magic. Not long after, the parents die in a freak accident. Most people with powers stay away from each other, they understand the risks and marry outside of their circle, but her parents either didn’t believe the prophecy or loved each other enough not to care.”

“And so Iona became an orphan?”

Bridget nodded. “Her
parents’
circle raised her. They’re her circle now, the people she channels energy from.”

“So that’s what makes her powerful, her parents

magic and that of her parents

circle? How strong is she
,
anyway?”

“As far as I know, she’s the most powerful witch alive.”

Serenity let out a breath. It was unnerving to think Elizabeth had somehow been connecting with Iona before they’d even made it here. Was that Elizabeth’s doing or Iona’s influence? She wondered how strong the two of them were going to be together.

“I didn’t know Elizabeth would be able to make contact with Iona,” Bridget said, plucking Serenity’s thoughts from her head.

In a movement of air, Sebastian appeared at Serenity’s side. “I won’t have Elizabeth working with magic. She’s half-vampire, not half-witch.”

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