Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

But… I remembered the voice inside of Blue’s head. Roane and I could not be separated.

“Are we on a pity party? Is this what the staggering amount of suffering and affliction is about?” The Immortal chose to announce its presence.

I sighed in contempt. “Now is not the time. Why can I hear you like you’re here?”

“I’m the Immortal. Have you forgotten our first trip around the merry go round? You’re the pail. What do you carry? Who are Jack and Jill? You should know this by now!”

“Stop it—”

“—THINK!” The Immortal screamed. “Who’s Jack and Jill? You are the Immortal! You think I was the one pulling all those strings back there where you catapulted yourself out of that car and right to your sidekick? I didn’t do that, Davy. I wasn’t the one in the drivers’ seat. That was all you. I was riding shotgun. You were the Immortal. You, not me, not this voice you keep hearing. It was all you.”

My throat went dry at those words. The thread was inside of me. The thread jumped from person to person, body to body. I wasn’t—there was no way, but everyone had been shocked by the speed my body had acclimated to the Immortal thread. Gregory said some took years to do what I’d done in two days, but none of it made sense. What did it mean that I had done what I had? If it hadn’t been the Immortal… it was me? Who was I?

“Cut out the Buddha bull. You can ponder the eternal question of your identity later. You’ve got to stop moaning in your own piss and get back to that room.”

“Are you my conscious? Are you the good angel now?”

“That’s the issue, honey bunny. I’m neither. I’m the in between. I’m the go between. I’m the reason that your devil is on the left and your angel is on the right. That’s me—that’s you, so you better start deciphering it!”

The Immortal was pissing me off. “Get out of me!”

She chuckled. “Are you angry? You’re more than clueless. You’re choosing your ignorance. You can’t walk away when you know you’re needed in that other room.”

“Shut up! I don’t care. I’m doing what Roane wants.”

The Immortal laughed. “You’re doing what you want. You’re running away because you got your feelings hurt. You’re being a sissy. The boy likes someone that’s not you. Boo freaking hoo. Wake up! You’re more than that and all that romance crap is nothing compared to what’s going to happen if you don’t get your butt back there. Stop feeling with your emotions and think with your head.”

I was empathic. Feelings were my thing.

“Well, they aren’t anymore,” the Immortal snapped. “You want to know a little about yourself? A long, long time ago a visionary realized what vampires could do. He saw how dangerous they could be so he went and created a ‘prophecy’ that said one day, a person who was interwoven with the essence of life would take their life from them. You’re feared by vampires, but also desired. Some think you were created as an ultimate weapon against them, but then rumors started going ar

ound that they could drink from you. If they drank your blood, they could get your powers. That’s the prophecy, Davy. The prophecy was created and the Immortal thread came to be. You’ve got the essence of life flowing through every particle of your body. All the other girls, yes—even Talia—they weren’t the Immortal. They were just the carriers for the thread. One would come and become the Immortal. That’s you—not them. And if you want to sit and mope that Roane loves Talia, someone who was less than you, you disgust me.”

As shocking revelations came… this one was big.

It continued, “Every vampire out there thinks they can drink from you and they’ll have your powers. That’s what they’ve been taught. You’re the toad to their Cinderella. They’re wrong. If they’d bitten any other carrier then they would’ve gotten the powers. The thread would’ve jumped to them, given them a flare of power, but immediately attached itself to the first human they would’ve touched. No vampire can handle the essence of life inside of them. It goes against their grain as a vampire. They thrive on pain. They thrive on suffering, on darkness, on death. We are light. We are life. You are life, Davy, and you’re the prophecy.”

All this now… how could this help now?

“It’ll help because you know something they don’t. The prophecy states that when the Immortal becomes one, instead of giving them powers, you will give them life. You’ll strip them of their immortality, Davy.”

“They’ll be human?”

“You’ll make their heart beat. Again.”

The answer was so quaint.

“But what about Blue? About what the voice inside her head said? Roane and I aren’t supposed to be divided?” I’d been running when I knew that the ancient voice had commanded otherwise. I should be ashamed.

“That was Jacith. He’s a moron who believes he’s got way more power than he does. You have that power. Not him. You have the knowledge. Not him, but you are needed back there. Get back there! NOW!”

The decision slammed into my chest.

The sound of water tickled behind the back of my head. I focused on it again. It was louder than before. Roane had said the tunnel would pass the fountain. Maybe…I moved forward and as the water grew louder, I knew what I needed to do. Determination rang through me when I felt the tunnel dip dramatically below my feet and the sound of rushing water slammed against my ears.

A rock wall was beside me. It was dank to the touch and I closed my eyes because I could feel the water on the other side. It was swirling angrily, ferocious to hear. When I’d been upstairs, I had tried to look for the bottom of the fountain. I hadn’t been able to see it, but now I wondered if I was nearing the end. I pressed further and the sound grew louder and louder.

The water slammed against the rock. As I turned a corner, there it was. I’d come to an opening in the tunnel. The water rushed past me and dramatically turned to the left, but not before some of it splashed over a small hedge that separated the water from the tunnel. It disappeared from there, but there was a small walking path beside the water.