Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)
“Now, now,” it tsked me. “Ye caun’t go tound screaming tah yaself. Peeple tink ya crazy, that’s wat tey tink.”
I glanced at Gregory. He thought I was crazy.
“You can’t do this to him. You will not take away this man’s last purpose.”
I turned away and tried to whisper into my hand, “He’s a vampire.”
“The soul isn’t kept in a neat locked box. The soul is imbedded into the body. The body remains and part of the soul still remains. He has a purpose. You will not tempt him and you will not remove that last purpose for his being.”
Gregory had stilled.
I whispered back to the Immortal, “His purpose is to kill. That’s what vampires do.”
He growled deep in his throat. Then the Immortal lashed at me, “You are ignorant. That is unforgivable! His purpose is hope. He has hope in Roane, at what he believes Roane will achieve. You will take that away.”
Huh?
“His daughter and enemy are his weaknesses. You will not take his hope by exploiting his weakness. You are not that type of person.”
“I’m not a person.”
“You are wrong. You are the last person I need.”
Talk about hearing my own doom. I sighed and said instead to Gregory, “Can you just take me home?”
His big beefy hand jerked at my question. “Did you mean what you said? Is it really just Raitscliff back there?”
I jerked a shoulder up. “I lied. I wouldn’t know that anyway.” I wondered if he bought my lie and I, for once, had no idea what he wondered in return. A moment later he relaxed beside me. Then I heard the slight crunch of gravel beneath the tires and the wind against the window.
Absentmindedly, I noted, “The wind’s picked up.”
Gregory turned his thick neck. “I’ve known a few Immortals. It took them years, some lifetimes, before they could do what you’ve done in two days.”
Something told me he hadn’t bought my lie. I didn’t reply back. What could I say?
‘You’re the last human I need.’ The words haunted me and a fresh shiver crawled down my spine. I felt it all the way through my body and to my gut. Something didn’t bode well for me… but I’d have to figure it out later. A war was about to break out and I knew that I needed to do something about it. I had to stop it, but I had no idea how to do that. Pre-Immortal age, I would’ve sought out Blue… .and then the light bulb turned on. Blue was awake. Blue was not in a coma. And I could talk to Blue—but not in the physical sense.
“Stupid!” I should’ve thought of that before.
Gregory didn’t spare me a look. It was a good feeling. We had become acclimated to each other.
I closed my eyes, hunkered down, and sought out Blue. It only took a second before I found myself in her head. She was not so blue, though. She was furious and seeing red wherever she looked. Her arms were jerking in rhythm, scraping away at something, and her teeth were gritted. Then I remembered that Blue wasn’t a vampire. I couldn’t communicate with her.
‘They can’t know about Davy. I can’t tell them.’
I sucked in a panicked breath.
‘Jacith sent me for a reason. I can’t let them know Davy’s the one.’ Blue continued, ‘I told them Lucas’ position. He can handle them. Everything is not lost. They still think the other girl is the Immortal. Everything is still safe. They cannot be divided.’
How did Blue know? What did Blue know? What did she mean when she said we couldn’t be divided? We already were.
Before I pulled completely out of Blue, I heard a different voice from inside of her. It was deep, ominous, and I almost felt the immortality from it. ‘He will need her at the end otherwise all will be lost.’
The deep voice sent shivers down my spine and something took root inside of me. I needed to be there, at whatever it was. I needed to be beside Roane. With that thought, the decision took over my body. I looked down and watched as my body turned into a glowing beacon. I was faintly aware of Gregory’s jerk in reaction.
The Immortal was taking over.
I swallowed tightly as I didn’t know if I wanted it or if I was just along for the ride. Either way, I closed my eyes tightly, and knew the next second would decide my fate.