Phoenix Rising (Book 5 The Kindred Series) (18 page)

But here, now, she knew that she was in trouble, and she wasn't sure she could stop it anymore or if she even wanted to. She would require as many of these powers as she could get if they were going to keep the children alive and survive The Elders.

She suddenly recalled the pond and the children she had come so close to, but none of them had affected her in this way. She tilted her head as she studied the boy more carefully. It wasn't her powers that were growing, she realized, but something about this child that was different. Something about this child that called out to something inside of her and allowed her to pull him into her dream.

His eyes were far beyond his years as he watched her unblinkingly. "Are you here to save us?" he inquired in a lilting voice that tugged at her deadened heart.

Cassie frowned at the small boy. "Save you?"

"From the bad people. I dreamed of you, you're an angel aren't you?"

"The bad people?" she choked out.

The boy anxiously glanced around before tugging on her hand and gesturing with his small finger to her. She bent closer to him and he nearly pressed his mouth to her ear. "The ones keeping us here."

Panic jolted through her as she wildly looked around. For the first time she realized that Luther and
Sister
Anne weren't in the room with them. Luther! Rage and terror blasted through her as she burst into motion. Releasing the small boy's hand, she flew down the hall as if the hounds of hell were on her heels.

CHAPTER 17

Devon
shifted uneasily against the vehicle. All of his attention was focused on the house and his every molecule was fighting against the urge to go knock on the door. He was still unhappy that Luther had been adamant about only the two of them going inside in order to keep things as casual and low key as possible. Cassie had insisted upon being the one to go in there with him. Though she'd touched him last, she still felt she could pull up her other abilities if necessary, but she highly doubted they would run into any trouble. She was also a lot less threatening looking than either himself or Julian.

Chris had walked closer to the building; his head was tilted to the side as he studied the brick front. Devon had stopped him the first few times he'd tried to get close, but this time he decided to let Chris go. If they noticed him outside, what could they really do about it besides call the police? But as long as the whole force didn't show up, Devon felt fairly confident he could change whatever memories needed to be changed.

"Does he sense something?" Julian inquired gruffly.

"I don't know," Devon answered. There was no reason for them to suspect anything off about the orphanage, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right either, and apparently neither could Chris. Devon was beginning to wish he hadn't told the others to stay at the motel to get some rest.

Devon stepped away from the vehicle and headed toward Chris as he tilted his head to the other side. The glow from the rising moon and streetlights illuminated the building against the darkening twilight. "Chris?"

Chris turned toward him. "There's nothing," he said softly.

"Excuse me?"

"There's nothing. I feel nothing from there."

Devon stopped moving as his gaze turned back to the building. "What does that mean?" Melissa demanded as she stalked toward them.

"I don't know," Devon answered as he walked toward the door.

"What are you going to do?" Julian demanded as hurried to catch up with him.

"I'm going inside."

"You're not invited," Julian reminded him.

Devon cursed ferociously as he swung back toward Chris and Melissa. "Get up there!"

They scurried forth and leapt up the front steps in graceful bounds. Chris was the first to get to the screen door and throw it open. He rang the doorbell but when no one came he pounded on the hardwood door. "Go in," Devon growled.

Melissa and Chris exchanged a guarded glance, Chris grabbed the knob but it wouldn't turn. He shoved his shoulder into the heavy wooden door as he beat loudly against it. "Son of a bitch!" Chris yelled as he threw himself forcefully into the door again.

"Chris!" Melissa grabbed hold of his shoulder as he prepared to launch himself at it again. "Chris
stop
!"

Julian roughly elbowed Chris aside as he threw himself forward. The door shuddered beneath the force of his impact, but remained solid and in one piece. Devon spun on his heel and raced toward the back of the building. He bolted up the back steps and wasn't at all surprised to find that door locked also. He didn't bother to try and break it down; he knew he wouldn't succeed. Whatever the door was made out of, it was solid enough to withstand him and Julian. He suspected the wood was a façade and that the door was actually solid steel.

Of course it would be, as he realized now that they had been wrong about The Commission not being involved here, and they had Cassie
again
. Julian skidded around the corner of the building with Chris and Melissa close behind. Devon leapt over the railing of the porch and bolted across the yard to a massive garden statue. He easily swung the two hundred pound stone angel up and heaved it onto his shoulder as he ran back to the building.

He launched it at a window next to the door. It hit the pane, but instead of going through the glass, it merely caused a small crack. "What the..."

Chris's voice trailed off as they all stared at the window. Devon's muscles and the veins in his arms stood out as he lifted the statue and heaved it at the window again. If it could crack, it would eventually break. He just wasn't sure it would be in time.

***

Cassie frantically searched for Luther and Sister Anne, or whoever she was. "Luther! Luther!"

There was no response, no sound. She glanced toward the front door, but no matter how preoccupied she'd been with the young boy, she would have heard it open and close. That only left the stairs. She turned and dashed up the stairs two or three at a time. She reached the second floor hall and began to frantically thrust doors open as she moved but she found no one. She turned the corner in the hall and came across another set of stairs. These ones wound their way up and disappeared in a curve that blocked the view of the third floor.

She didn't hesitate, didn't pause as she used the railing to propel her up the stairs. "Luther!" she was practically screeching now as she stumbled/flung herself into the third floor hall. It was as dark and empty as the second story one.

She threw doors open with enough force to shatter the plaster in the walls behind them. She couldn't think straight as she spun around in the hall. Where had that
bitch
taken him!? Her canines lengthened as her lips curled back in a snarl. She wasn't ashamed by the bloodlust that thrummed to life within her; instead she welcomed the power it gave her.

Cassie bolted back down the stairs, thankful for the agility that being a Hunter had given her, and the immortality that being a vampire had afforded her. Otherwise she definitely would have tumbled down the stairs and broken her neck.

She slammed off the wall in the second floor hallway and bounced off of it as she fled forward. It had been far too long since she'd last seen Luther. She took the next flight of steps in two large, silent bounds. She slid to a halt feet before the front door. She was about to shout Luther's name again when she snapped her mouth shut. She'd been bellowing throughout the house alerting Anne, and anyone else here, to where she was at all times. Silence was the best way to go now.

She stalked down the hallway, her footsteps hushed due to her nimble step and the thick rug beneath her sneakers. The children were now perched upon the couch in the living room; their hands were folded demurely in their laps. Cassie didn't find them cute and pitiful anymore, now they creeped her out. She'd seen Children of the Corn, and though they weren't all blue eyed and blond, the serene expressions on their faces and their immobile postures were unnerving.

She turned the corner, leaving the living room behind as she steadily crept forward. From somewhere in the back of the house she could hear something banging. She had no idea what it could be, but it added an ominous note to the already sinister home. She contemplated going for the others but she could practically hear the seconds of the clock ticking away Luther's life in her head. Besides, she still wouldn't be able to get Julian and Devon into the house, and she would only be placing Chris and Melissa in danger.

She wasn't surprised to find the playroom abandoned as she passed it. She was almost back to the kitchen when she saw a door she'd missed before. It was tucked beneath the stairs, barely visible except for the thin glow of illumination that shone from beneath the door crack. Light she was certain hadn't been there before. Tiptoeing to the door, she turned the knob slowly to ensure that it didn't make a sound.

She poked her head into the doorway, her forehead furrowed as she took in the spiral stairs before her. She couldn't see the bottom of the stairs or the floor of the basement. Beneath the pungent scent of mildew and disuse she caught the scent of the mice and rats that inhabited the building. She imagined this is what the little explored areas of the subway system smelled like.

But the worst was the lingering scent of putrefaction that permeated the air.

***

Julian had found a concrete block and was hammering at the window in between times that Devon crashed it with the statue. But what had started as a small crack wasn't getting much bigger. In fact, it was only a jagged line running across the glass now. It had to give at some point but he wasn't sure that it was going to be in time.

"What is this made of?" Chris panted.

"Bullet proof," Melissa muttered. "Or something close to it."

Devon felt as if there was a feral animal clawing at his chest as he bashed the statue into the window again. They'd been inside for far too long now, any number of things could have happened since they'd disappeared. If it wasn't for the fact that he could still feel Cassie, and knew that she was alive, he would have completely lost it by now.

"Useless, this is useless." Julian's frustration and exasperation were palpable as he heaved the block at the window. He didn't go to retrieve it but instead turned away as his gaze rapidly scanned the building. "Do you think the upper windows are the same?"

Devon's arm halted in mid throw as he studied the windows. "Only one way to find out."

Repositioning his arm, he aimed the statue at the window and let it fly. It slammed into the glass and bounced back off of it. Devon caught it before it hit the ground; a brutal bellow tore from him as he whipped it at the glass with all of his might. "Son of a bitch!" he roared as the statue rebounded before them.

Devon spun away from the window, determined to find some way into the house. "Devon! Devon wait!"

He almost ignored Melissa's frantic cry, but there was something in her voice that halted his movement. He turned back to her but none of them were looking at him. Their gazes were focused upon the back door, a door that was now open.

Devon took a step closer as a small boy appeared in the doorway. His golden curls and chocolate eyes were enhanced by the muted illumination filtering around him. Devon ran back to the porch and bounded up the stairs. He pushed through Julian, Melissa, and Chris to kneel before the cherubic child. The child met Devon's stare with an unwavering directness that was a little unnerving for someone so young.

"Can you let us in?" Devon's voice was harsher than he had intended but the clawing in his chest had spread into his throat.

The boy scanned him from head to toe. Devon's fingers flexed as he rested his arm on his knee and fought the urge to grab the child. It would be a useless attempt anyway as the child remained safely within the home. Those dark eyes focused on Chris and Melissa. "They can come in," he murmured before his gaze slid back to Devon. "But you can't."

Devon froze as he stared at the strange boy across from him. He appeared no more than four years old but his soul was far older. Chris and Melissa's heartbeats kicked up a notch as they pressed closer to Devon's back. "We'll come in," Chris agreed.

***

Chris hesitatingly stepped into the kitchen with Melissa close on his heels. Julian and Devon hovered in the doorway, their eyes a bright red and their hands fisted in futility at their sides. No wonder the boy hadn't let them in, though their eyes hadn't been that color until the boy said no. Chris was tempted to shut the door on the demons outside himself, but it was the strange boy that pushed it closed.

The boy's hands were folded before him as he turned toward them. Chris was beginning to realize that he'd rather deal with creepy killer clowns than this strange little creation. "Where are they?" Melissa inquired.

The boy didn't say a word as he pointed down the hall. Past the kitchen the world seemed to disappear, falling off the edge of the earth much like they had thought ships would thousands of years ago. "Stay here," he said to Melissa.

"Chris..."

"Stay here," he commanded. "Show me where they are. Where!?" Chris demanded harshly when the boy remained mute.

The boy tilted his chin up but his small mouth remained pursed. "Chris," Melissa warned.

He felt like an idiot for yelling at the child, but his frustration and trepidation was getting the better of him. He glanced toward the shadowed hall and quickly nodded toward Melissa before making his way forward.

He came across more children sitting upon a couch in the living room. They watched him, but didn't move and didn't speak. His skin started to feel like hundreds of tiny spiders were running up and down it and he hurried on. He turned the corner and glanced up the stairs, but that didn't feel right to him. He could sense Cassie and Luther somewhere within the home, but it wasn't up there, he was almost certain of that.

He turned the corner and slinked down another hall that led to the kitchen. Melissa remained by the door with the boy at her side. Two more children had joined them; they were a little older, but just as mute. He didn't miss the fact that they had positioned themselves in between Melissa and the door.