Trinity - The Prophecy (6 page)

Chapter
Ten

What in the world was going on? Everything was all over the place, including my head. Our little house was dark and quiet, with the only noise coming from outside. I could hear the breeze roll around the house like a comforting blank
et of air. The leaves on the trees waved lazily in the gentle wind, the creaking of its branches combined with the steady hum of insects. The sounds were all so clear, like they were all in the room with me. I felt my heart beat faster, as I started to wonder why I was hearing so much. Before Nikkee and I had gone to bed I overheard a conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Jane that sounded like they were in the room, talking directly to me. When I had looked out the window all the lights were off, so they must have been talking in bed. It was freaking me out.

What was with that guy? I needed to find out what was going on and had decided that I was goin
g to go to Huss it Out, try to find him and demand some answers. Was I going nuts? It could all just be a coincidence, but deep down I knew it was not. He knew something about me and what was going on, and I needed to find out what that was. Even if it meant that I sounded bat shit crazy.

Thursday had dragged on like the day was a whole week, and Friday was just as bad. Not to mention I was getting worse. I had just hopped out of the shower and didn’t even have the energy to get dressed, I just curled up in a ball on my bed with just the towel wrapped around me. I was so tired and I looked it. My friends were growing concerned and even though I loved them, I was over them asking if I was ok. I was not. I was freaking out. Neither of my arms were getting any better. I didn’t just have bags under my eyes, I had suitcases filled with too much luggage. My skin was pale and clammy and I just felt ‘meh’. All I thought about was sleep. It was all I wanted except tonight. I was feeling determined. I was going to the club and I was going by myself. I had told Nikkee and Sky that I was having a night in, and that I wouldn’t be joining them at Mon Komo. I felt bad for lying, but if they were with me I don’t think that I would get a chance to talk to that mysterious guy long enough for answers. I had too many questions to ask and a short conversation would not cover them all.

They had already left. I mustered what energy I had left in me to get ready. I was shitting myself as well as feeling dead. The bottom of my back
tingled with adrenalin. I was scared, but I had to do this

I walked through the door at Huss it Out. I was feeling nervous, I was there alone and felt exposed. The placed looked the same as it did last time, only the people had changed. I walked over to the
bar. After overhearing the girl in front of me order a vodka with cream soda, I decided to do the same. I figured it was a popular drink for girls.

The soda bubbles exploded in my mouth like popping candy. It made my eyes water so I quickly took another sip to push past the sensation but it only made it worse. I put the drink on the bar and turned around to look directly into the face of the person I was looking for.

“Now who is stalking who?” he said calmly. The music was really loud but his deep voice seemed to resonate like there was no one else in the room.

“What makes you think I’m stalking?” I jabbed back.

“Because you are without your entourage.”

“I don’t have an entourage
,” I said defensively.

“Yes you do. Your friends never seem to leave your side
,” he said.

“Obviously you don’t have many friends to not have the same problem.”

A dangerous look crossed his eyes at what I said. “Sometimes they get in the way, and it’s best not to have any.”

I frowned
, “That’s a sad way to live.”

“And yet you came alone because of this reason.”

Crap he got me. It made me feel guilty. Surely I could have brought them and could have just asked for some privacy?

“Well I need answers and I didn’t think you would talk to me with them here
,” I confessed.

“You are right. I would not have
,” he said. He turned to look at the crowd then added, “Perhaps we should go outside,” then he was walking towards the door. I abandoned my drink and followed him without a second thought.

The parking lot was quiet again except there were cars there now. He walked over to the wall and sat down. I was glad he did because I was feeling exhausted on my feet.

I sat down, and closed my eyes as I
leaned against the wall. I knew I should not have been outside in the semi dark with a stranger, but I didn’t feel unsafe. I felt relieved that I might get some answers.

“What’s your name?” I asked with my eyes closed.

“Lachlan.”

I opened one eye and smirked at him
, “Even the way you say your name sounds mysterious.”

“How are you feeling?”
he asked.

My one eye closed again and I sucked in a slow breath then released it. “Like crap actually. Ever since the night before my birthday. The whole lot has been a roller coaster. What’s happening to me?”

“You’re changing.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s your destiny.”

My eyes sprung open and I sat forward and looked at him. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

He pulled a flask out of his coat and took a long sip then handed it to me. I shook my head.

“Drink some. It will make you feel better and, well, you’re going to need it
,” he said still holding the flask out to me.

I took it and slowly brought it to my lips then tipped it up. A thick liquid hit my tongue, my taste buds exploded with glee, and the flavour filled my mouth. I swallowed and took another big mouth full. It was delicious. My whole body started to tingle and my mind came alive with awareness like it had just woken up from a long sleep. Rejuvenation swept through me and I could not help but take another mouth full.

His hand touched mine as he took the flask out of my hands on the third swig. He smiled at me then asked, “Do you feel better?”

“Loads better. What is that?” I asked. I wanted more.

“It is what we need to keep us alive and alert.”

“That’s what all alcoholics say
,” I retorted.

He laughed. His deep voice bounced around my eardrum like a squash ball.

“You have much to learn,” he said.

“Learn about what
,” I asked.

“Being a Vampire
,” he plainly said.

“Yeah, Ok!” I said with a snort.

“You are, and I am your maker. That night at the club, I bit you right? Then you drank my blood? It only works that way. When we bite, the venom goes into the blood stream and when the blood is drunk it goes to your stomach and acts like a magnet to the venom, which makes it, move through your blood stream faster to connect with the blood as it is also absorbed into the blood stream. When both are connected, a chain reaction starts. First the healing. Your stab wound, for example, was healed.”

I blinked my eyes a few times and then burst out laughing. “Oh my god you are out of your mind.”

He ignored my laughter and continued, “You did not drink enough blood to heal all your wounds, but enough to heal the fatal ones. I came to the hospital to give you more but your friends were relentless and protected you like a mother to her cub. Look at your wrist now.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Look at it,” he pressed.

I pealed back the bandage and looked at my wrist. Two tiny round scars sat there. No blood or pus, just two tiny neat little scars that I could hardly see. I pulled the bandage from my other wrist and saw a faint scar line from when I was scratched by the bush.

“Oh, my, God!” was all I could say.

“Nothing was helping them. Antibiotics would not help. Cleaning it and creams did nothing.”

“I was starting to think I had Leprosy,” I said, still looking at my wrist in shock.

“The drink you just had helped with that.”

I knew with apprehension what the answer was going to be but I asked anyway, “What was in the drink?”

“Blood.”

Chapter Eleven

I started wiping my tongue in a frantic panic. Then my eyes shot to Lachlan.

“Are you insane? That is so disgusting
,” I yelled.

“I just told you before that you drank my blood. What’s the difference?” he said with a devilish smirk.

“I was humouring you. I don’t believe I did, or at least I don’t want to believe I did. What the Hell!”

“You need it now
that you are a Vampire,” he said bluntly.

“Yeah that makes sense, because Fairies,
Werewolves and Witches are real too. Oh and don’t forget Wizards, I would hate to offend them by leaving them out too,” I said sarcastically.

“What, no mention of the pixies and goblins?”
he said with a wide grin.

“This is crazy! Vampires don’t exist
,” I argued.

“Clearly we do
,” he countered back.

“NO! No, you are just some crazy stalker that bit me and you’ve probably given me rabies and that’s why I have been sick and half crazy
,” I said trying to convince myself.

He tilted his head in amusement at my outburst. “It’s a lot to take in. You did not grow up in our world, if you had, you would know all this.”

“My world. I do live in my world. The sane world.”

“Your senses are heightened. You have been feeling drained until now when you had some blood. You have felt weak. Scared of the unknown, and now
that you do know, you refuse to believe it,” he said.

“Because it’s crazy. Can you
not hear yourself?” I retorted

“You already knew, you just didn’t want to believe it. You said it yourself that since the night you were scratched you had not been yourself.”

“NO, I said since the night before my birthday I had not felt myself. How did you know I got bush attacked?” I asked.

“Because I know it was not a bush that scratched you and deep down so do you
,” he said.

I just stared at him only occasionally blinking.

“We need to go see someone. She will help you understand,” he told me.

I felt like I was a zombie.

“What is she?” I asked with dread.

“A Witch.”

I don’t know why I did it, but I
had gotten in Lachlan’s car and sat there quietly while he drove. We had been on the road for at least an hour and I had not said one word. We were driving down a country highway, which seemed like it was never going to end. Farms and bush land were the main sights from the window, but the air was so clean and crisp coming from the open sunroof. Was I supposed to be scared? You are not supposed to get in a car with strangers, especially ones that have been stalking you.  The first time I had met Lachlan I felt an attraction to him, that was now long gone and had been replaced with confusion and fear. Yet, now for some reason I felt safe. Well the safest I had felt in that last few weeks.

After another thirty minutes we pulled into a driveway that was lined with forestry. We
travelled along this driveway until tiny lights came into view. Lachlan drove up to the house, turned the car off and then got out. I sat for a moment longer, sucked in a deep breath, and then hopped out as well.

A
middle-aged woman opened the door as we approached. I don’t know who she was expecting, but she seemed shocked to see us.

“Trinity
,” she said breathlessly. She walked up to me and put her hands on my cheeks. “You came. I did not think you would. Come, I have hot coffee brewing.”

She had long, wavy brown hair and her attire was nothing short of pagan. Her face had a gentle and sweet look to it but her eyes had a knowing look about them. I felt I could trust her and so I did and followed her inside her house.

Smells exploded in my nose. I squinted my eyes.

“Just take a deep breath. Try and distinguish between the smells to find one that you want to stick to
,” Lachlan said behind me.

I mentally rolled my eyes but did as he said. I tried sifting through what I could smell. A hint of rose, some lavender and sandalwood. Pine, camomile, sage, coffee. I stopped there. Coffee. I inhaled deep and smiled. We followed her through the lounge room and into the kitchen. Her house was nice with pine furniture and bright red curtains and cushions. Pictur
es hung along the walls and ornaments. There were statues, or should I say relics, stationed around the rooms we saw.

“Sit please
,” she spoke pointing to the kitchen table. “I am Maria. I am a Pagan of the light. You know what this is?” she asked. I shook my head.

Maria gave Lachlan a pointed look and then looked to me with a kind face. “Well light being a symbol of good and me being Pagan speaks for itself. I am a good Pagan
,” she said with a smile while bringing a tray over to the table and sitting down. She made me and Lachlan a cup of coffee. I took a large mouth full and sighed. I think it was the best one I had ever had.

“So are there Pagans of the Dark
,” I asked. Not quite sure why, but I figured I might as well humour them so I come out of the situation alive.

“Of course my dear. Good and bad. Dark and light. It is the balance the earth needs
,” she said.

“Why does it need it? Why couldn’t everything just be light?” I asked.

She laughed then said, “Good question. One which I will find it hard to explain. Would the world be boring if there was only ever good? No battles to push past. No pain to understand and learn from.”

“It might be boring but at least it would be simple
,” I replied.

“Yes, but the world is not simple. Far from it. Many things are still unknown. You come to me with an open heart, yet you are not letting go enough to believe
,” she pointed out.

“I came here because I felt I had no choice
,” I said honestly.

“You always have a choice Trinity but it is that choice that could have either good or bad consequences.”

“So me coming here is bad,” I asked.

“No, it is good. You want to know but you are choosing not to believe
,” she said.

“I’m confused
,” I admitted.

“You should be. This will all seem so strange and hard to wrap your head around. Just try to have an open mind.”

I gave her a nod in acknowledgement.

“I am a Pagan of the light. The Light has taught me many things. I can now see small glimpses into the future. Only glimpses.”

“Did you see me?” I asked.

“No. I did not see your arrival either. This is a good thing
,” she pointed out.

“Good how?”

“Well if I couldn’t see you, neither could the dark,” she said with a smile.

“Ok, so I will humour you. I am a vampire now
,” I said plainly.

Maria chuckled. “Oh she is a stubborn one Lachlan
,” she said to him.

“Te
ll me about it,” was all he replied.

“You are much more than that my dear. There is a Prophecy that foretells of your birth and purpose.”

“O….kay,” I replied with confusion.

“The prophecy says, “A time will come when the final descendent will rise above and you will be forced out of hiding. On the first hour of her 18th birthday she will be scratched by the beast and on
the final hour bitten by the monster. Her rise will avenge us all and begin the war that will see your end. She will be unstoppable, a force unlike anything any of us have ever seen. Heed my warning with my final breath…you will all suffer for your betrayal...”

“But I wasn’t scratched by a…”

My mind spun. It was trying to process everything that I had just been told. This could not be real, it could not be happening. My body started to shake and then I felt hands upon my own. Both different warmth’s. One was Lachlan’s and one Maria’s.

“It is hard to process what the mind has chosen not to believe. Take a deep breath
,” Maria said.

I inhaled with a shake. I did not want to understand, I just wanted to go back to being me. Trinity.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want this to be real,” I half sobbed as tears started to form. I was scared and confused. I felt alone and defeated.

“So I am a Vampire and a Beast
,” I asked in a quiet voice.

“No my child, you are the descendant of the ancient immortals that now has the power of both enemies.”

“So I’m immortal and a vampire plus a beast. Anything else?” I said with sarcasm.

“You are the only one of your kind and we do not know what will become of you
,” Lachlan said.

“Oh great, so nothing to worry about then.”