Malevolence - Legacy Series Book Two (The Legacy Series) (25 page)

Thou shall spend eternity in the wrath of hells hellfire

                       
“Hell’s hellfire?”
 
Oakley asked.
 
“Catchy.”
 
He had read the poem aloud to himself after I had read it to the group.
 

           
Mom stood suddenly and stepped into the kitchen.
 
“Anyone want something to drink?
 
Coca Cola or possibly a shot of Jack Daniels?”
 
She pulled down some glasses and I noticed she pulled out the bottle of Jack and a shot glass.
 
“Anyone?”

           
“I think I’ll have one,” Abel’s dad, Richard, said.
 
“I dabble in historical folklore but I’m not sure who this Fergus
mac
Róichshall
is.
 
Have you guys heard of him?”
 
He asked as he stood up and walked over to the kitchen to help mom.

           
Soon they were joined by Gus and Natalie at the kitchen counter.
 
Mom held her shot in the air to say a quick toast.
 
“May we all go into battle as one; may we exit as one.”
 
A collective “here, here” and they tilted their heads back and took their shot.

           
Mom brought everyone a glass of ice and a bottle of coke.
 
Richard set the bottle of Jack on the table as we made plans on how to save Allie and keep the Vampires silent.
 

           
Gus grabbed the nearest laptop and typed in the name.
 
“Google doesn’t have anything.”

           
“Try shortening the name, I vaguely remember someone with the name
Roich
.
 
Drop the ‘shall’.”
 
Richard said as he stood over Gus and pointed to the screen.
 
“Bingo!
 
I knew I’d read something on this guy before.
 
Its Irish lore, I remember because when all of this werewolf stuff came up, I started researching it.”
 
Gus turned the laptop to an angle so we could all see.

           
“Click on that picture of a sword,” Abel said.
 
“
Caladbolg
, wow, it is number two in the top ten of legendary swords.
 
I wonder who makes up these lists?
  
Dad, do you remember anything about him or about this sword?
 
We need to know where to find it.”

           
“Vaguely, click on the Wiki to read what it says about it.
 
We have to be careful though with Wiki, not everything is fact.
 
Most of it is based on facts but isn’t necessarily accurate,” Richard said.

           
My head was starting to hurt after staring at the computer and everything we could come up with about the sword.
 
I could see the anxiety on Natalie’s face, my mom could to.
 
Shaynie sat next to her and put her hand on her shoulder giving her reassurance.
 
I hated it when she was nice, it made me think that maybe she wasn’t all bad.
 

           
“How much time before Patrick arrives mom?”

           
“Depends on how they are getting here. I suspect they’ll be here in the next few hours.
 
You might ask Kenneth.
 
He secured them a place to stay so I’m sure he knows when they’ll be here.”

Chapter 29.
 
Visit

“Before many hours had passed came a servant from the palace, and told Hans that he must give her a hare instantly, for some visitors, had come unexpectedly.”
 
The Griffin ~ Grimm’s Household Tales

ABEL

           
“They’re here!”
 
Chad yelled out as he opened the front door for them.
 
“I’m sorry sir, but we have to check everyone that comes in the house,” he said to Patrick.
 
“If you could please announce your weapons and show them to me, the process will be faster.”

           
Patrick was dressed casually in a pair of jeans with a white button-down shirt and brown sports coat.
 
He was one hundred percent Irish in both looks and temperament. “Understood, young man.
 
Weapons, do my hands count?”
 
Patrick said with a slight hint of humor.
  
He spread his arms and legs in the police searching position. “Let’s see, well, I have a HK-45 under my arm, you’re blind if you haven’t noticed it.
 
There’s a thirty-eight Smith and Wesson in my waistband, oh and two stakes, you never know when a vampire is around.
 
There is a Ka-Bar strapped to my right calf and a survival knife strapped to my left bicep.
 
If I forgot anything, I’m sorry; it’s been a long day.”

           
One by one they were checked by Chad and Bryon; some understood and others didn’t hide their aggravation.
 
Patrick must have scolded them because soon they were all cooperating and keeping their snide comments to themselves.
 
Oakley and Pru held me prisoner in the living area ‘for my own good’,
whatever
.

           
Patrick wanted to meet with me privately.
 
I concentrated on keeping my pulse down so I wouldn’t show any fear in the meeting.
 
I thought a real vacation would be needed when this quote, unquote, battle was over.
 
“Stand straight, don’t hunch over, shoulders back, and never avert your eyes,” the General’s voice ran through my head.

           
After what felt like hours we called Dolly and Parker in to help us set the trap.
 
The day turned to night and the smell of pasta filled the room.
 
I couldn’t remember the last time I ate and by the looks on Patrick’s, face he was famished too.
 
Parker got a text that the Jacksons were in town.
 
We had all agreed that we’d position them on the parameter of the battleground.
 
Knowing that Pascal’s group wouldn’t recognize the Jacksons, we felt confident that we’d be able to pull it off.

           
Kenneth rented a château outside of Paris.
 
The St.
Sauveur
Le
Clos
Le Paris; too many ‘Le’s’ for me.
 
Thankfully it was a three story place with plenty of room for both packs.
 
The best part was, it was in the countryside with a place for us to run.
 
Everyone in my group was due for a shift.

 
Before I shifted for the first time, I didn’t really get the whole running and romping in the woods, now I do.
 
Our ability to communicate and run free without inhibitions gave us an extra energy source.
 
It kept us connected not only as a pack, but as friends too.
 
I guess that was why I didn’t understand the rogue wolf thing.
 
I wondered if that was why they are always in a bad mood, they felt disconnected.

Chapter 30. Magic

“When he had walked a while, he wished to make a trial of the magical powers of his knapsack and tapped it.” The Knapsack, The Hat, and The Horn ~ Grimm’s Household Tales

           
After our run, I went to find Chrissy to spend some time with her.
  
“Oh, awesome, they have a
Wii
, do you have to say we
we
to play?”

           
“Ha! Ha! You’re hilarious,”
Chrissy thought to me.
 
She handed the controller to one of the Jackson girls.
 
“How was the run?
 
Did you find any rabbits to chase?”
 
Her light pink, skin tight sweater made her hair stand out;
 
her jeans fit her perfectly in all the right places.
 
Stop it brain.
 
I scolded myself.

           
I took her hand and pulled her in for a hug.
 
Breathing in her strawberry scented shampoo reminded me of all the fun we had together.
 
“I saw some cupcakes in the other room, let’s grab one and go find someplace to hide.”

           
She smiled up at me and said, “
yay
for cupcakes.
 
I hope they’re chocolate.”

           
We sat down and picked out the cupcakes with the biggest pile of frosting on top.

           
“Aren’t you two cute with frosting all over your lips,” Oakley said.

           
Chrissy frantically took her napkin and wiped her face.
 
“Did I get it all?”

           
“You’re so gullible,” Oakley said and she whacked him on the shoulder.
 
“I hate to break up this little cupcake love-fest but we have company.
 
Actually, Chrissy has company.”

           
Chrissy pointed to herself. “
I
have company?
 
What
the
?”

           
“Pru’s friend Quinney sent her here for you.
 
There’s a small office down the hall, we’re meeting her in there.
 
Pru and Parker are already in there.”
 
Oakley said as he swiped a cupcake off of my plate.

           
The office was a simple white room, with a white desk, white furniture, white fireplace and white curtains.
 
The only colorful thing in the room was one simple red vase that sat on top of a white shelf.
 
The shelf just so happened to have a few books that had white covers on them.
 
I’d never be able to pull off a white room like this.
 
Good thing we didn’t eat our cupcakes in
here
.

           
Everyone was smiling; I guessed that was a good start.
 
“Hi, I’m Abel and this is Chrissy.”

           
“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you both.
 
I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am.
 
Oh, sorry, were’s my manners?
 
I’m Rain; yes I know what you’re thinking, and no my parents weren’t hippies.”
 
She talked fast and made an effort at looking at each one of us.
 
 
“Actually it’s my middle name, my first name is Jasmine but I go by Rain.
 
Everyone in my family has a middle name that has something to do with the elements.”

           
I took a good look at Jasmine Rain and I too felt comfortable.
 
She spoke with a Hispanic accent and looked like some girls I met when I went down to Florida, but older.
 
I guessed she was in her mid twenties and was probably one of those really smart girls in school. What I found striking about her was her clear blue eyes and how they were set off by her dark skin.
 
“Hi Rain, it’s nice to meet you too.
 
Quinney sent you to Paris to find Chrissy?
 
I’m not picking up what you’re throwing down?”

           
She looked puzzled.
 
“Picking up what I’m throwing down?”

           
“I don’t understand why he sent you here,” I said.
 
Pru and Oakley shrugged their shoulders when I looked at them for answers.