Everneath (4 page)

But before I could say anything, I started toward him. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I had almost crossed the entire room and made it into his now open arms. His presence made me aware of the emptiness inside me, as if the only way we would have a complete soul would be if we were together. A couple more steps and I would feel whole.

I froze.

What was I doing? I couldn’t be near him again. I couldn’t let myself trust him again. Following him to the Everneath had been my choice, but he’d made me think he would help me.

I hated him for letting me believe I had no other option.

“Strange, isn’t it, Nik? The connection between us now.” He grimaced and cocked his head to one side, as if he were waiting for me to close the distance between us. When I stayed perfectly still, he added, “You don’t have to fight it.”

Deliberately I placed one foot behind the other and backed up until I was sitting in my chair and gripping the sides to stay in place. I swiveled around so my back was to him and I was facing my desk again. I could think more clearly if I wasn’t looking at him.

It scared me that I hadn’t noticed him. If it had been anyone else waiting there, I would’ve been able to sense extra emotions, but Cole survived on stolen ones. Those were harder to sniff out. I listened as his footsteps came closer.

“You’re going to ignore me now?” He sighed.

My hands started to shake, but somehow I had the presence of mind to open my book. Running would be pointless. If I could just get through this, then maybe he would leave me alone.

I stayed completely still.

“Mythology,” he commented, looking over my shoulder, reading from the top of the chapter. “I could help you with that, you know. If you’d let me.”

“I’m sure you could,” I mumbled. “You were there.”

“Ah, she speaks.”

Reluctantly, I turned toward him, and he shifted the guitar that hung from his shoulder to his side. When Cole Stockton had first come to Park City more than a year ago to play at the Sundance Film Festival with his band—the Dead Elvises— the school buzzed with excitement. Especially since the second guitarist, Maxwell Bones, had been dating a senior at Park City High, Meredith Jenkins. I’d met Cole through Meredith.

At the time, I thought he was mysterious and rebellious, but kind too. I knew better now. It was all part of the lie. Concerts were nourishment for Cole and his band. They could snack on the heightened emotions of a captive audience. It was an easy way to steal the energy he needed to survive between Feeds.

“How did you get in here?” I said.

“The window. The lock’s broken.” He brought his guitar forward then and picked through a haunting melody, as if adding mystery to the broken lock.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Cole’s lip pulled up in the same smirk that had hundreds of teenage girls swooning last year. “She was the original breath of life, you know.”

“Who?”

“Isis.” He pointed to the open book behind me.

“I thought Persephone was the first.”

“She had a lot of different names. I used to tell you about Isis and Osiris. Don’t you remember? Or is it all gone?” He blew out a breath that smelled of ash, and then started to strum background chords. “Osiris was the first man who tried to straddle the line between the mortal and the immortal worlds. The first of the Everliving. The search for immortality nearly killed him.”

He struck a minor chord.

“Then along came Isis.” He walked over to my open book and ran his finger along a painting depicting a man, naked and lifeless on the ground, and a woman with wings hovering over him. “Isis breathed life back into Osiris.” He paused and looked at me. “Just as you did for me.”

Cole made eternal life sound as simple as breathing, but I knew better.

I slammed the book shut. “That painting looks nothing like what I went through in the Feed.”

“If you think the Feed was bad, wait until the Tunnels come for you.”

“It can’t be much worse.”

He looked at me, his eyes boring into my own. “Yes, it can. I came here to show you. Something I should’ve done in the Caverns.”

Before I could protest, he placed his hands on either side of my head and I felt something whoosh inside. Immediately my bedroom melted away. Everything around me went pitch-black. My chest was crushed, as if it were in a vise, and when I fought for breath, I inhaled a handful of dirt, and choked.

Buried alive.

I fought and clawed at the heavy dirt weighing down on me, until my fingertips felt air. I dug my way out and fell in a heap on muddy ground. But I wasn’t outside. I was in a long, dark tunnel with walls of coal, hundreds of pale hands sticking out, flailing. I tried to crawl away, but the hands grabbed my ankles, my legs, my arms, and dragged me back inside the walls.

I opened my mouth to yell at Cole to make it stop, but the black rocks poured in, covering my tongue and pushing toward the back of my throat. The whole thing felt too real. The stones in my mouth cut the inside of my cheek, and I tasted blood. This was no vision. I was trapped.

I screamed, but I couldn’t hear a sound until the nightmare had completely disappeared and I was back in my room with Cole, his hand over my mouth.

I blinked, trying to reconcile what had just happened in my head. He gave me a look, like
Are you done screaming?
I nodded and he lifted his hand. The vision had left me lightheaded, and I started to sway. Cole caught me and held me close to him, my head on his chest. Where I should’ve heard his beating heart there was nothing.

“Those are the Tunnels, Nik. Those are what you chose, over me.”

The Tunnels.
The Everneath’s final claim on every last drop of energy in a Forfeit. I knew they were bad, but Cole’s shared vision left no doubt.

“Why are you here?” My voice sounded breathless.

As if it should’ve been obvious, Cole said, “I came here to offer you eternal life.
Again.”

I pushed away from him. “I already made my choice.”

“Yes, but it’s obviously the wrong choice. Return with me. To the Everneath. And we’ll live in the High Court. And you won’t be a battery in the Tunnels. You could be a queen.”

“The Everneath has a High Court?”

“Of course. It’s where Osiris and Isis ruled. Hades and Persephone. Every realm in every dimension has people who give orders and people who take orders. And I’m tired of taking orders, Nik.”

I grimaced. “That has nothing to do with me.”

He paused and let out a little sigh. “Then I’m saying it wrong, because it has everything to do with you. I want what Hades and Persephone had, and I can’t do it without you. The only time the queen of the Everneath has been overthrown is when an Everliving has found his perfect match. I’ve spent my whole life—and it’s a long one, trust me—looking for my perfect match, and it’s you. I knew you were different from the first moment I met you. The first moment you placed your hands on mine. You remember?”

I nodded. It had been the night we first met.

“Your cheeks turned red, and I was gone for you.” He shook his head, and his lip quirked up in a smile. “I know you felt it too. The connection between us. It started even before the Feed.”

I looked away, because my cheeks were getting warm thinking about it, and I couldn’t let him see it. Remembering that night was pointless. I was a different person now. “It doesn’t matter what I felt then. I didn’t know who you really were.”

I glanced up. He raised his eyebrows and said, “It wouldn’t have made a difference.”

He held my gaze with eyes so intense I couldn’t look away. He was probably right. From the moment we met, I had been drawn to him. At the time, nothing would’ve changed my decision to go with him. I just hoped I was stronger now.

I turned away, and then he pulled his guitar forward and picked a smooth, soft melody.

“You’ve had plenty of Forfeits,” I said. “What exactly makes me different?”

“I wish I knew. I really do.” He let out a deep breath and stood up as if he would leave. “Think about it. I’m offering immortality. You could be like me.”

“Tell me one thing. If I went with you, became an Everliving, would I have to Feed off others the way you Fed off me?”

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“I thought so. I would never do to someone else what you did to me. I’d rather be a battery in the Tunnels.” I tried to infuse my voice with authority, but the attempt made it crack.

He smiled. “You don’t belong here. And you don’t belong in the Tunnels.” He leaned closer, swinging his guitar around to his back. “You saw what I just showed you.” I shivered as I remembered the vision. “We could go now, and leave it all behind. Look at you. This world will kill you.”

Cole was right. Returning was harder than I’d imagined, but I couldn’t let him know that. His eyes locked on mine.

“Please, Nik.” He ran a finger down my cheek.

I blinked my eyes to break his gaze, and turned back around to my book. “I’m already dead. It’s
your
world that killed me. Just go.”

He placed his hand on my shoulder, his fingers grazing my collarbone, causing the black scar on my shoulder to sting. The mark was shaped like a stab wound—a thin oval with pointed ends—and it was in the same spot where the Shade in the Everneath had transformed into a knife and sliced me. It’d never completely healed.

“You were supposed to…” He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was gruff. “You were supposed to forget your life here.”

I nodded, wincing from his touch on my shoulder. “I forgot most of it.” I
had
forgotten almost all of it, and if I hadn’t remembered Jack’s face, I probably would’ve gone with Cole.

“Why would you ever choose to Return? You could’ve just gone straight to the Tunnels. Why, Nik?”

I flipped a page of my textbook.

“I don’t have to answer you. I don’t owe you anything.”

“Hmm.” His gaze hardened. “You know, I was wondering about your brother, Timmy.”

I eyed him warily. “Tommy. What about him?”

He shrugged. “Nothing much. It’s just that I’ve never Fed off a child before, mostly because children’s emotions haven’t matured to their full potential. I always thought of them as unripe fruit. But now I wonder if it would be more like eating veal.”

I stood up and grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the bedroom door. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You know what. Leave Tommy alone.” My voice was stronger than it had ever been since I Returned. “I’ll answer your question, if you promise to leave my family alone.”

“You’ll answer my question?”

Just get through this,
I thought. “Yes.”

He cocked his head, as if he was taking his time to consider the offer. Finally, he sat on my bed. “Deal. Why did you come back? And remember, it doesn’t count if you’re not honest. And, Nik.” He paused, his gaze boring into me. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”

I took a breath. “I came back to see my family again.” Jack was family too. “And to say good-bye … better. Last time, I left during a fight, with no explanation. At least this time I can leave them a note, so they don’t waste their time thinking I was kidnapped or something.”

Cole moved forward a little. “Be serious. You don’t really believe there’s a
good
way to say good-bye forever, do you?”

I didn’t answer. He was giving voice to thoughts I’d been trying to bury, because I knew how selfish I was being in Returning.

He sighed. “I’ll tell you this much, Nik, you may have survived a century in the Everneath, but you won’t last six months on the Surface. You’ll be begging me to take you away again. I promise. There’s too much pain for you here.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I listened to the sound of my bedroom window opening. He paused.

“Your mark.”

My hand flew up to the black daggerlike mark on my collarbone. It was still warm. “What about it?”

“It’s the mark of a Shade. You have a Shade inside you now.” Seeing my expression, he quickly said, “Don’t worry. It can’t hurt you. But eventually that Shade will want to be reunited with the Tunnels. It’s like a magnet for them.”

I’d thought it was just a scar. I suddenly wanted to tear at the skin on my shoulder. Rip it until there was no dark left. It couldn’t be true.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“In case you start thinking you can hide. The Tunnels will find you. They can’t be outrun. They can’t be overpowered. And as long as that mark is on you, they’ll find you.”

“Why do you care if I try to run?”

When he spoke, his voice was soft. “The Tunnels can track you. But I can’t.”

I couldn’t listen anymore. Whether it was true or not. “Get out. Just get out.”

He nodded. “I’m gone. But watch your mark. It will grow bigger as your time on the Surface winds down.”

He slipped through the window and was gone.

I sprinted to the mirror hanging on the back of my closet door and pulled the collar of my shirt aside.