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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

If Skylar's hissing and growling hadn't caught my attention, I would never have seen Aphrodite slumped in the little alcove down the hall from Neferet's room.

Given how unobservant you are, I’m surprised even that caught your attention.

"What is it, Skylar?" I held my hand out gingerly, remembering what Neferet had said about her cat being a known biter.

Does anyone honestly believe that’s what’s going to happen?

I was also sincerely glad that Nala wasn't tagging long after me as usual—Skylar would probably eat my poor little cat for lunch.

I wish he would.

"Kitty-kitty." The big orange tom gave me a considering look (probably considering whether or not to bite the crap out of my hand). Then he made his decision, un-puffed himself, and trotted over to me. He rubbed around my legs, then he gave the alcove one more good hiss before he took off, disappearing down the hall in the direction of Neferet's room.

See? Called it. Not that that’s any big accomplishment; we all knew that was going to be the outcome.

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"What the hell was his problem?" I looked hesitantly into the alcove, wondering what would make a mean cat like Skylar puff up and hiss, and I felt a jolt of shock. She was sitting right on the floor, hard to see in the shadow under the ledge that held a pretty statue of Nyx. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were rolled so that only their whites were showing. She scared the total crap out of me.

I’m not going to give this a judgement point, because seeing that after watching someone die would honestly be creepy and frightening.

I felt frozen, expecting any second to see blood pouring down her face. Then she moaned and muttered something I couldn't understand while her eyeballs shifted around behind her closed lids as though she was watching a scene. I realized what must be happening. Aphrodite was having a vision. She'd probably felt it coming on and hidden in the alcove so no one would find her and she could keep her info about the death and destruction she could prevent to her hateful self. Cow. Hag.

Or maybe she’s didn’t want to collapse in the middle of the hallway and wanted to be somewhere out of the way and private to have her vision in peace.

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Well, I was done letting her get away with that crap.

YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW FOR SURE THAT SHE HIDES HER VISIONS. IF ANYONE IS THE COW HERE, IT’S YOU!

I bent down and grabbed her under the arms, pulling her to her feet. (Let me tell you, she's a lot heavier than she looks.)

And now you’re calling her fat. Terrific.

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"Come on," I groaned, half carrying her while she lurched blindly forward with me. "Let's take a little trip down the hall and see what kind of tragedy you want to keep quiet about.”

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YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING WHORE I HATE YOU GO SWALLOW A GIANT JAWBREAKER AND DIE YOU PIECE OF—

Thankfully, Neferet's room wasn't far away. We staggered in and Neferet jumped up from behind her desk and rushed to us.

"Zoey! Aphrodite! What?" But as soon as she got a good look at Aphrodite, her alarm changed to calm understanding. "Help me bring her over here to my chair. She'll be more comfortable there.”

Given how Neferet treats Aphrodite later, I’m honestly shocked that she didn’t tell Zoey to just dump her right there on the floor.

We led Aphrodite to Neferet's big leather chair, and let her sink into it. Then Neferet crouched beside her and took her hand.

"Aphrodite, with the Goddess's voice I beseech you to tell her Priestess what it is you see." Neferet's voice was soft, but compelling, and I could feel the power in her command.

Maybe leave her alone until her vision is over?

Aphrodite's eyelids instantly began to flicker, and she drew a deep, gasping breath. Then they opened suddenly. Her eyes looked huge and glassy.

"So much blood! There's so much blood coming out of his body!”

"Who, Aphrodite? Center yourself. Focus and clear the vision," Neferet commanded.

I don’t think visions work that way…

Aphrodite drew another gasping breath. "They're dead! No. No. That can't be! Not right. No. Not natural! I don't understand…I don't…" She blinked her eyes again, and her gaze seemed to clear. She looked around the room, like she didn't recognize anything. Her eyes touched me. "You…," she said faintly. "You know.”

"Yeah," I said, thinking that I sure did know that she was trying to hide her vision,

YOU DON’T KNOW THAT’S WHAT SHE WAS DOING, YOU FUCKING BITCH!

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but all I said was, "I found you in the hall and—" Neferet's raised hand stopped me.

"No, she's not finished. She shouldn't be coming to so soon. The vision is still too abstract," Neferet told me quickly, and then she lowered her voice again and assumed the compelling, commanding tone. "Aphrodite, go back. See what it is you were meant to witness, and what you were meant to change.”

I don’t think visions work that way!

Ha! Got you now. I couldn't help being a little smug. After all, she had tried to scratch my eyes out yesterday.

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"The dead…" Getting more and more difficult to understand, Aphrodite murmured something that sounded like "Tunnels…they kill…someone there…I don't…I can't…"

That’s awfully clear for someone who’s supposed to be hard to understand.

She was frantic, and I almost felt sorry for her. Clearly, whatever she was seeing was freaking her out.

But I guess she’s just such a haggish cow that she doesn’t deserve sympathy. It’s okay, Aphrodite, I still love you.

Then her searching eyes found Neferet, and I saw recognition flash through them and I started to relax. She was coming around and this whole weirdness would be cleared up. And just as I thought that, Aphrodite's eyes, which seemed to be locked on Neferet, widened unbelievably. A look of pure terror blanked her face and she screamed.

Funny, that’s how I react to Zoey.

Neferet clamped her hands on Aphrodite's trembling shoulders. "Awaken!" She spared hardly a glance over her shoulder at me to say, "Go now, Zoey. Her vision is confused. Elliott's death has upset her. I need to be certain she is herself once more.”

I didn't need to be told twice. Heath's obsession forgotten, I got the hell outta there and headed to Spanish class.

This is so goddamn contrived. In an attempt to keep the drama going, PCK is breaking the bounds of believability to keep Zoey from talking to anyone. First she takes her distrust to an almost pathological level, and now everything is going out of its way to stop her.

I couldn't concentrate on school.

You are going to use every goddamn excuse in the book for why you’re a shitty student and why you aren’t paying attention in class.

I kept replaying the weird scene with Neferet and Aphrodite over and over in my head. She'd obviously been having a vision about people dying,

but from Neferet's reaction it hadn't behaved like a normal vision (if there was such a thing). Stevie Rae had said that Aphrodite's visions were so clear that she could direct people to the right airport and even the specific plane she'd seen crashing. Yet today, all of a sudden, nothing was clear.

That was one vision. Just because everything was really clear in that one doesn’t mean that every vision is going to be like that. For all you know, the clear one was the odd man out, and the rest of them are always fuzzy.

Well, nothing but seeing me and saying weird stuff, and then screaming her brains out at Neferet. It so didn't make sense. I was almost looking forward to seeing how she'd act tonight. Almost.

I put away Persephone's curry brushes and picked up Nala, who'd been perched on top of the horse's feeder watching and making her weird me-eeh-uf-ows at me,

I really hate that cat.

and started slowly back to the dorm. This time Aphrodite didn't hassle me, but when I rounded the corner by the old oak Stevie Rae, Damien, and the Twins were huddled together doing a lot of talking—that suddenly shut up when I came into view. They all looked guiltily at me. It was pretty easy to guess who they'd been talking about. "What?" I said.

Let me say this from a previous chapter. DON’T YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO?!

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"We were just waiting for you," Stevie Rae said. Her usual perkiness was missing.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"She's worried about you," Shaunee said.

"We're worried about you," Erin said.

"What's going on with your ex?" Damien asked.

You all need to get a hobby.

"He's buggin', that's all. If he didn't bug, he wouldn't be my ex." I tried to speak nonchalantly, without looking any of the four of them in the eye too long. (I've never been a particularly good liar.)

Really, Zoey? Really?

"We think I should go with you tonight," Stevie Rae said.

"Actually, we think we should go with you tonight," Damien corrected.

I frowned at them. No possible way I wanted all four of them to watch me drink whatever loser kid's blood they managed to mix into the wine tonight.

You could just…not drink it. Ever think of that?

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"No.”

"Zoey, it's been a really bad day. Everyone's stressed. Plus, Aphrodite is out to get you. It makes sense that we should stick together tonight," Damien said logically.

I would say it’s the other way around, and Zoey is out to get Aphrodite.

Yeah, it was logical, but they didn't know the whole story. I didn't want them to know the whole story. Yet. The truth was, I cared too much about them.

They made me feel accepted and safe—they made me feel like I fit in here. I couldn't risk losing that right now, not when all of this was still so new and so scary.

So…you only care about what they can do for you. I’m not surprised, but I am disgusted. The only thing you’re worried about is that they’ll stop fawning over you.

So I did what I had learned to do too well at home when I was scared and upset and didn't know what else to do—I got pissed and defensive.

"You guys say that I have powers that will someday make me your High Priestess?"

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“Let me just pause to remind you all how special I am.”

They all nodded eagerly and smiled at me, which squeezed my heart. I gritted my teeth and made my voice real cold. "Then you need to listen to me when I say no. I don't want you there tonight. This is something I have to deal with. Alone. And I don't want to talk about it anymore.” And then I stomped away from them.

BITCH.

Naturally, within half an hour I was sorry I'd been so awful.

Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second.

I paced back and forth under the big oak that had somehow become my sanctuary, annoying Nala and wishing that Stevie Rae would show up so I could apologize.

Here’s an idea. Go find her! Don’t just sit around on your ass waiting for them to come to you!

My friends didn't know why I didn't want them there. They were just looking out for me. Maybe…maybe they would understand about the blood thing. Erik seemed to understand. Okay, sure, he was a fifth former, but still. We were all supposed to go through it. We were all supposed to start craving blood—or we died. I brightened a little and scratched Nala's head.

I’m going to start raging if Zoey keeps refusing to tell anyone anything. My blood pressure spikes every time she does it and I need an outlet before I stroke out.

"When the alternative is death, blood drinking doesn't seem so bad. Right?”

She purred, so I took that as a yes. I checked the time on my watch. Crap. I had to go back to the dorm, change my clothes, and go meet the Dark Daughters. Listlessly, I started following the wall back. It was a cloudy night again, but I didn't mind the darkness.

Is the sky ever clear here?

Actually, I was starting to like the night. I should. It was going to be my element for a very long time. If I lived. As though she could read my morbid thoughts, Nala "me-eeh-uf-owed" grumpily at me as she trotted along beside me.

"Yeah, I know. I shouldn't be so negative. I'll work on that right after I—”

Nala's low growl surprised me. She'd stopped. Her back was arched and her hair was standing on end, making her look like a fat little puffball, but her slitted eyes were no joke, and neither was the ferocious hiss that snaked from her mouth. "Nala, what…”

Given that she’s supposed to be a tiny little kitten, I am not intimidated.

A terrible chill fingered its way down my spine even before I turned to look in the direction my cat was staring. Later, I couldn't figure out why I didn't scream.

Because we have to manufacture MOAR DRAMAZ!

I remember my mouth opening so I could gulp air, but I was absolutely silent. It seemed I'd gone numb, but that was impossible. If I'd been numb there's no way I could have been so thoroughly petrified.

Elliott was standing not ten feet from me in the darkness that shadowed the space next to the wall.

If you can see in the dark, how the hell did you miss someone standing ten feet away? Zoey’s obliviousness is so powerful I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten herself killed yet.

He must have been heading in the same direction Nala and I were walking. Then he'd heard Nala, and half turned back toward us. She hissed again at him and, with a frighteningly quick movement he whirled around to fully face us.

I swear I couldn't breathe. He was a ghost—he had to be, but he looked so solid, so real. If I hadn't watched his body rejecting the Change, I would have thought he was just looking especially pale and…and…weird. He was abnormally white, but there was more wrong about him than that. His eyes had changed. They reflected what little light there was and they glowed a terrible rust red, like dried blood.

Again, no judgement points because that would be legitimately freaky.

Exactly as the ghost of Elizabeth's eyes had glowed.

Oh, for… THEY’RE NOT GHOSTS!

There was something else different about him, too. His body looked strange— thinner. How was that possible?

How is that possible? His body should still be fresh. He really shouldn’t look any different than how he had been when he was alive.

We’re not going to get an explanation for this, are we?

The smell came to me then. Old and dry and out of place, like a closet that hadn't been opened in years or a creepy basement. It was the same smell I'd noticed just before I'd seen Elizabeth.

Nala growled and Elliott dropped into an odd, half crouch and hissed back at her. Then he bared his teeth, and I could see that he had fangs! He took a step toward Nala as if he was going to attack her. I didn't think, I just reacted.

"Leave her alone and get the hell out of here!" It amazed me that I sounded like I wasn't doing anything more exciting than yelling at a bad dog, because I was definitely scared totally shitless.

Could you maybe not praise yourself like that? It’s obnoxious.

His head swiveled in my direction and the glow of his eyes touched me for the first time. Wrong! The intuitive voice inside me that had become familiar was screaming. This is an abomination!

It’s not an intuitive voice! It’s Nyx sticking her hand up your ass and turning you into a sock puppet!

"You…" His voice was horrible. It was raspy and guttural, as if something had damaged his throat. "I will have you!" And he began to come toward me.

Raw fear engulfed me like a bitter wind.

Nala's battle yowl rent the night as she hurled herself at Elliott's ghost.

So he’s reacting to you, he looks solid, and he has a smell, but you still think he’s a ghost. You don’t think demon, or maybe zombie, or, I dunno, another fucking species of vampire?! He has glowing red eyes and fangs! How much more vampiric can you get?

In complete shock I watched, expecting the cat to go spitting and clawing through empty air. Instead she landed on his thigh, claws extended, scratching and howling like an animal three times her size. He screamed, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, and threw her away from him. Then, with impossible speed and strength he literally leaped to the top of the wall,

Rather than…metaphorically leaping to the top of the wall…? What?

and disappeared into the night that surrounded the school.

I was shaking so hard that I stumbled. "Nala!" I sobbed. "Where are you, little girl?”

Nice to know that you just stood there like a stump and watched, when she could have easily been killed.

Puffed up and growling, she padded over to me, but her slitted eyes were still focused on the wall. I crouched beside her, and with shaking hands checked to make sure she felt all in one piece. She felt unbroken, so I scooped her up and began jogging away from the wall as fast as I could.

Shouldn’t that be sprinting away as fast as you can? Jogs are usually rather leisurely, and don’t really portray a sense of fear and panic.

"It's okay. We're okay. He's gone. What a brave girl you were.” I kept talking to her. She perched halfway over my shoulder so that she could see behind us, and she continued to growl.

When I got to the first gaslight, not far from the rec hall, I stopped and shifted Nala's position so that I could look more closely to see that she was really okay. What I found made my stomach clench so hard I thought I was going to throw up. On her paws was blood.

Uh, yeah. You stood there and watched her scratch up Elliott’s leg.

Only it wasn't Nala's. And it didn't smell delicious like other blood had smelled. Instead it carried the scent of musty dryness, old basements. I forced myself not to retch as I wiped her paws on the winter grass.

You are such a pansy.

Then I picked her up again and hurried down the sidewalk that led to the dorm. Nala never stopped looking behind us and growling.

Stevie Rae, the Twins, and Damien were all conspicuously absent from the dorm.

Good. I would be avoiding you, too, you whore.

They weren't watching TV—they weren't in the computer room or the library, and they weren't in the kitchen, either. I climbed quickly up the stairs, hoping desperately that at least Stevie Rae would be in our room. No such luck.

I sat on my bed, petting the still distraught Nala. Should I try to find my friends? Or should I just stay here?

Sure, just sit there like the useless slug you are and wait for all of them to come to you rather than make an effort to track them down.

I can’t explain how much this pisses me off.

Stevie Rae would eventually come back to our room. I looked at her gyrating Elvis clock. I had about ten minutes to get changed and to the rec hall. But how could I go on to the ritual after what had just happened?

THEN DON’T!

What had just happened?

A ghost had tried to attack me. No. That wasn't right. How could ghosts bleed?

Stop beating the ‘it’s a ghost’ drum! He’s not a ghost! We know he’s not!

But had it been blood? It didn't smell like blood. I had no idea what was going on.

So what else is new? You never know what’s going on.

I should go directly to Neferet and tell her what had happened. I should get up right now and take myself and my freaked-out cat to Neferet and tell her about Elizabeth last night and now Elliott tonight. I should… I should…

YES. YOU SHOULD.

No. This time it wasn't a scream within me. It was the strength of certainty. I could not tell Neferet, at least not at that moment.

GODDAMMIT ALL TO HELL!

"I have to go to the ritual." I said aloud the words that were echoing through my mind. "I have to be at this ritual.”

NO, YOU FUCKING DON’T! No one is holding you at gunpoint and forcing you to go!

As I pulled on the black dress and searched around the closet for my ballet flats I felt myself becoming very calm. Things here didn't play by the same rules as they did in my old world—in my old life—and it was time I accepted that and started getting used to it.

I had an affinity for the five elements, which meant that I had been gifted with incredible powers by an ancient goddess.

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As Grandma had reminded me, with great power comes great responsibility.

THANKS, UNCLE BEN.

Maybe I was being allowed to see things—like ghosts that didn't act or look or smell like ghosts should—for a reason.

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Right, because you need even more powers. Maybe lower that ego of yours a few hundred notches, eh?

AND THEY ARE NOT GHOSTS!

I didn't know what that meant yet. Actually, I didn't know much besides the two thoughts that were clearest in my mind: I couldn't tell Neferet, and I had to go to the ritual.