Genesis: A Soul Savers Novella (17 page)

“And there’s more, so much more. And you can have all this power, too, little sister.”

Cassandra stared at him wide-eyed, her heart pounding. Evil waves pulsed off of Jordan’s body and when he turned toward her, his eyes were red instead of their normal blue. Her breath caught. She shook her head.

“No,” she whispered. “Never. You’ve gone too far, Jordan.”

She broke into a run. Jordan appeared in front of her. She darted to the right. There he was again. She switched to the left but she couldn’t get away from him. He just laughed, a maniacal sound she’d never heard from him before. A frightening sound she didn’t ever want to hear again.

“Just leave me alone,” she yelled.

“Come with me, little sister. Join us and live the life you’re
supposed
to.”

“You’re mad. You
are
evil, but not because of Father. Because of your own doing!”

He took a step toward her, his eyes filled with malice. Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs. She’d never felt so scared of him before. But this wasn’t her brother. Not the Jordan she grew up with.

She lifted a large stone over her head and threw it toward him, not to hurt him but to distract him. He stopped it in mid-air. Not waiting to see if he threw it back at her, she ran again.

The shelter by the cliff came into view and she realized she couldn’t bring Jordan to her daughter. He couldn’t know where they stayed. So she veered right, ran another two-hundred paces and then stopped dead in her tracks. Jordan appeared right in front of her. They stood in a stand-off, but he didn’t move to hurt her.

“Please, Jordan,” she begged. “Please just leave me alone. You’ve done this to yourself, but don’t do it to me. Please.”

“But
why
? I don’t understand you. Why wouldn’t you want all this?” He sounded genuinely perplexed, as if the idea of rejecting all he had was absurd. But Cassandra couldn’t fathom having those powers, using them to hurt other people … being evil. She had always embraced the goodness and she always would.

“I’ve told you. I like my life.
This
is what I want. Not that,” she said flipping her hands toward him.

“But I can give you everything! The world!”

Cassandra pressed the palms of her hands against her temples. She inhaled deeply and blew it out slowly. “I’ve told you, Jordan. I don’t want it. You have it. You do what you want with your life and I will pray for you. But please just leave me alone.”

“You really want to live like
this
?” Jordan asked, throwing his arm out in a sweeping motion, indicating life in the wilderness. “You really do?”

“Yes. This is my life and I
want
it. I have a daughter I love … and a husband … ”

Something flickered in Jordan’s eyes. “When was the last time you saw your husband?”

“He’s been at war.”

“And you’ve heard nothing?”

Cassandra shook her head, studying her brother, hearing something new in his voice. His eyes softened and his whole face seemed to sag with an inexplicable sadness. He averted his eyes and bowed his head. Cassandra’s heart stopped.

“What is it?” she whispered.

Jordan didn’t answer her, just stared at the ground.

“
What?
” she yelled. “What is it? What do you know?”

“Cassandra.” He stopped, as if unable to continue.

A lump bigger than an olive lodged in her throat. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“Tell me,” she shouted. “Tell me, Jordan! What do you know?”

“I’m sorry, little sister,” he whispered. “I saw him on the battlefield just the other day.”

Her heart jumped then began racing with panic. “Where? If I can get to him, I can save—”

Jordan shook his head. “I mean his body. I saw his body. They were burn—”

“No,” she yelled, throwing herself at him and pounding her fists against his chest. “You’re lying! You just want me to go with you.”

He grabbed her shoulders and held her back. “I wish I were. I saw him myself. Here.”

He dug in his pouch and handed her a small metal disc with a leather strap laced through a hole in it. She recognized it. She’d found the disc in the dirt their first day out on their own. The leather strap had come from her sandal at the time. She’d made this necklace. She’d given it to Niko.

She stared at the dirt-encrusted disc in her hand and shook her head. Jordan placed his hand on her shoulder, as if to console her. Like she believed he had any grief for her.

“Go away,” she said through clenched teeth. “Just leave me alone.”

“Cassandra—”

“I mean it, Jordan.” Her voice rose higher and louder. “Just leave me alone once and for all.
GET OUT OF MY LIFE!
”

Jordan watched her for another long moment and then disappeared. Finally alone, she gripped the necklace and held her fist against her chest as her heart shattered into a million pieces.

Chapter 12

Jordan held the cup to his mouth and gagged. Eris’s potions always smelled as if she’d mixed feces with decomposing body parts, but the blood of the original vampyre must have made this one worse.

“This won’t change me, will it?” he asked her. “I don’t want to be a vampyre.”

The idea of actually becoming a blood-sucker—the vilest creatures of them all—disgusted him.

Eris blew out an exasperated breath. “As I’ve said countless times, no. There are just a few drops from Zardok. And the blood and venom of the Weres and some of my blood and my magick. Mixed with your own nature, you will have the best qualities of all of us but be none of us.”

“Perfect. Just what I need and exactly what Zardok wants.”

“Which is the only reason he gave his blood in the first place. He wasn’t happy at first about what you tried to pull on him. At least, not until he saw the devastation you caused for your sister.”

“He likes his new child.”

“Yes, he does. That was very risky, Jordan.”

“Risky, yes. But also clever because it obviously worked,” he said with a grin. “Will I have that mind connection vampyres have with their victims?”

“He didn’t drink
your
blood and I just said, he’s not siring you. You might see brief glimpses of his mind, but it shouldn’t last.”

Jordan shuddered with that thought. “I should hope not. I wouldn’t want to know what goes on in that demon’s head. Then again … ” He tapped his finger against the cup’s rim. “ … knowing what he’s thinking could be a valuable gift. I suppose it is time to find out.”

He lifted the cup in a one-sided toast, brought it to his lips, closed his eyes tightly and drank.

The hot liquid burned down his throat and into his stomach. He choked it all down and the bubbling potion immediately cooled and froze his insides. An icy river surged through his veins and shivers became convulsions. He collapsed, his whole body numbed and his vision blacked out.

His consciousness remained, but he was no longer in his home with Eris and Deimos, but somehow in the Ancients’ cavern. His viewpoint was different than usual, however, and he realized he looked out at the room from one of the thrones. He felt Zardok’s delight as if it were his own, filling his frozen chest with pride and excitement.
Wonderful
, the vampyre’s voice came in his mind. Fleeting images of Zardok’s memories flashed before Jordan’s eyes then faded to nothing.

He didn’t know how long he left his mind for Zardok’s, but when he came back to himself, he no longer felt frozen and numb. Rather, he now felt air stirring against his skin and wondered why Eris and Deimos would have carried him outside. He opened his eyes. He still lay on the floor in their house, staring at the ceiling. The air he’d felt moving was only from Eris and Deimos’s breathing. His senses had heightened even more. Eris’s face came into view, hovering over him, and he almost screamed with fright. What happened to her? She looked even older and uglier than before.

Her mouth pulled into a sad smile, her skin wrinkling more. “It drained me. But I think it worked, Jordan.”

He slowly sat up, knowing from previous experiments with the potions that the heightened senses could be overwhelming if he moved too quickly. This time felt different, though. Natural. He thought she was right. It had worked.

“Dagger,” he said. Deimos handed him his favorite blade and he pulled the edge across his arm. He growled, a feral, hair-raising sound, even to himself. Although he felt everything else, he felt no pain. But the knife still cut his skin. He threw the dagger across the room and the point stuck into the stone wall, the metal blade twanging with vibration. “I can still be injured. It didn’t work!”

The roar made both Deimos and Eris jump several paces backwards.

“Give it time,” Eris said. “It takes a new vampyre three days to fully transform. It takes a Were until the full moon. Be patient, Jordan. I know it will work. It
has
to.”

Jordan stared at the place where he’d just cut himself. His skin looked perfect, not even a pink line revealing what he’d just done. He had to admit this was progress. And he knew Eris was right. New vampyres could rise the same night of being turned, but they didn’t completely change over for three days and it took years for them to master their powers. He’d waited this long. He could wait a little longer. At least he didn’t have the uncontrollable urge to drink blood. Another good sign.

“What about you?” he demanded. “You look like a were-boar.”

Her eyes flashed with anger, a spark in their cloudiness. “My father can draw energy from the world. He can replace mine … that I sacrificed for
you
.”

“He better,” Jordan muttered.

Everything took longer than desired. Days turned into weeks, weeks became months and he saw gradual improvements in both him and Eris. He forced himself to have patience, knowing if he gained true immortality, time no longer meant anything. He could even deal with Eris for her short time left in this world. Besides, he still needed her. He wasn’t through using her yet. He had more plans.

***

“Someone is coming,” Eris said.

She sat in the grass, watching Jordan teach Deimos how to fight as he prepared their son to become his second-in-command. Jordan followed her gaze into the valley behind their home and paid for the distraction: his son’s sword came down on his bare shoulder. He sucked in a breath, but when he looked at where the blade should have sliced through, he saw nothing. No blood. Not so much as a scratch. He grinned at Deimos.
Finally
.

And the next thing he knew, an icy hand clamped around his throat. “You’re a monster! Just as you’ve made me!”

Jordan grabbed the assailant’s wrist and twisted his arm, making him release his grasp and cry out in pain. He grinned again. He’d just overpowered a vampyre.

“
I
didn’t make you a monster,” he said, holding the vampyre at arm’s length. “Zardok did.”

“You may as well have.” He spit in Jordan’s face. “You found me. You ordered it. And now I can’t go back to my wife and daughter because all I can think about is the taste of their blood!”

Jordan shoved him to the ground and wiped the vampyre saliva from his cheek. “Pity you haven’t killed them yet.”

He didn’t mean it. He had plans for this vampyre’s family. The bloodsucker came at him again in a blur, but Jordan’s keen eyesight could track him and he stopped the attack with a flick of his hand.