The Darkening (Dawn of Ascension) (6 page)

“As for Samuel, well, he’s lived in isolation since he returned from his captivity, and from a long period of being hurt, being tortured, so that’s a whole thing in itself.

“While you were still in the darkening talking to him, I contacted Gideon. Basically, he said that Samuel has always been distant, a lone wolf, if you will. He won’t be an easy man to deal with. Apparently, he’s closest to Duncan, who helped make it possible for him to escape, but even then I would hazard a guess that Samuel keeps him at arm’s length.”

Vela knew Havily was right. “I’ve thought about that as well. I’ve felt him, Havily, I’ve felt the loneliness in him and even right now, I can feel him, that he’s at HQ.” She waved her hand in the direction of Apache Junction Two.

“That’s pretty amazing. I didn’t have that with Marcus before we completed the
breh-hedden
. I think this is unique to you and Samuel. Does he have the same sense of you?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well it’s just a different thread in the same tapestry.”

Vela nodded and almost at the same time she weaved on her feet as a soft vibration ran through her. She blinked. The vibration felt familiar, like a bell sounding in the distance, a warning maybe.

“Havily, do you hear that?”

“Nothing unusual. What’s going on?”

“I feel, no I believe I’m being summoned. I think it’s the darkening.” She heard a telepathic voice, a plea for help.
Samuel, shit, where the fuck are you? I need your help.

She grew very still, statue-like. She knew that voice because she’d spoken to the warrior many times over the years and he’d been to her home when Jeff was alive. His on-again, off-again girlfriend, Rachel, had often cried on her shoulder about this man.

She turned to meet Havily’s gaze. “I’m hearing Duncan; he’s calling for help. Actually, he’s asking for Samuel. How is that even possible?”

Havily held her hands palms up and shook her head. “I don’t know, but I think you may have a more powerful form of the gift than me.”

“I don’t know what to do. I feel like the darkening is calling to me, but what do I do? With the previous vision, I’d awakened from a dream.”

“Okay, calm down. Take a deep breath. Focus on Duncan’s voice and just let it come.”

Vela nodded and let her thoughts turn fully toward Duncan. The moment she did, she slipped inside the darkening, the same sort of place she’d been with Samuel earlier. Only in this case, she was in Havily’s office and a black border separated the spaces. As she strained to hear Duncan’s voice again, she started moving, then just like that started down a dark tunnel that felt oddly familiar, as though the pattern of the tunnel had already been imprinted on her brain. She moved in a kind of levitation, faster and faster. The tunnels would branch and she always knew which one to take.

Images flashed by her, of people and places, but she didn’t stop to look. She took tunnel after tunnel, an urgency possessing her. She felt a dimensional shift and she knew that she’d just passed from Second Earth to Third.

On and on she moved.

She reached her destination and the same black border framed the space, indicating the darkening boundary.

She’d landed inside a large, gray-stone prison cell.

Bound by ropes, a barely recognizable Duncan, wearing only his kilt, hung suspended from a central hook. He’d been brutalized, probably tortured. His eyes were swollen shut, blood ran down his face, his chest, his sides.

 “Duncan,” she called out. Would he even be able to hear her?

“Vela, is that you? I dreamed about you just now. Are you really there?”

 “I’m here. But Duncan, I don’t know what to do for you? I can’t pull you out. I’m in the darkening and this is all new to me. What should I do?”

“Get Samuel. I need him. He…that is, this won’t make sense to you.”

“Try me.”

“Tell him that I’ve seen others with the kind of power he has, the kind that he released when I got him out of that hellhole in Honduras Two, that dark mist of his. He’ll know what I mean. And shit, tell him that I think they’re going to execute me in the next couple of days.”

“I’ll tell him right away and we’ll figure this out.”

“One more thing. You have to tell Rachel. Shit, tell her that I love her and that I’m sorry. I’ve been a real dick, pushing her too hard.”

In the distance, far away, she heard the sound of an explosion. Her instincts fired up and she knew she had to get out of there, had to leave before someone found her.

“I’ll tell her. I will. But I’ll bring Samuel back to you. I promise.”

“Good.” His body slumped in the ropes. He’d passed out.

Vela turned around. Her heart slammed in her chest now. Another distant explosion sounded. She put on her speed, heading back the way she’d come, never once questioning which strange dark tunnel to take.

She heard another explosion, closer.

She moved faster and slipped through the initial entry point in Havily’s office, where the ascender waited for her, eyes wide.

Instinctively, she planted both hands on the entry point and focused on sealing up the opening. Energy released from her in warm waves.

“The wall is glowing,” Havily cried.

Vela felt the seal happen and she stepped back just as another explosion sounded just beyond the darkening boundary.

Then nothing, as though the darkening disappeared.

She leaned her head against the cool glass, breathing hard. She sensed she was safe, at least for now.

“What happened, Vela?”

There was only one answer. “I just found Duncan.  He’s on Third Earth.”

Chapter Three

After an hour of working with Jean-Pierre, Samuel almost smiled as he extended his hand, yet again, down to the Frenchman.

Jean-Pierre lay on his back, grimacing. “And these are not energy streams you are hitting me with?”

Samuel shook his head.  “Not at all.  Trust me.”

“
Mon dieu,
your energy is immense.”

Samuel smiled. “I warned you.”

Jean-Pierre made a disgusted sound at the back of his throat. He scowled at Samuel’s hand, refused to take it, but this time he struggled to gain his feet instead of hopping back up like he’d been doing. “I confess I am very tired of your power slamming me into these work-out mats. And how you are folding so quickly is beyond what I can comprehend.”

The alarms no longer sounded. Jean-Pierre had long since spoken with security and gotten permission for Samuel to fold as often as needed, because utilizing his dark power, while battling, always included a series of folds.

Jean-Pierre wiped sweat from his brow. Some of his long warrior hair had escaped his
cadroen
, and clung to his face and neck. He had unusual eyes, dark gray and green or maybe they were blue. He’d been a favorite with the ladies until the
breh-hedden
brought Fiona, the blood slave, into his life. Now he was all hers.

The
breh-hedden
.

Jesus.

Jean-Pierre held Samuel’s gaze. “And we truly have not tapped the streaming power?”

Samuel shook his head. “No, not even a little.”

“
Merde
,” Jean-Pierre muttered.

 He turned away from the powerful What-Bee and swiped his sword gently back and forth through the air, watching the blade glimmer beneath the overhead lights. At least he’d come to understand that his power had two separate parts and that this half, which had functioned last night at the Superstitions, now seemed strong and right as he wielded his sword against Jean-Pierre in practice, as he folded, levitated, and worked with his dark mist floating around him.

But the streaming power remained elusive, perhaps even dormant, not a bad thing in his opinion. 

With his sword held aloft, a vibration reached him, a single call to his dark power. He turned in a slow circle, listening hard, waiting for what he didn’t know.

“What is it?” Jean-Pierre asked. “What is happening?”

Samuel turned toward him. “Jesus, I can feel that something’s wrong, like a vibration in my head. What the hell is that?”

But Jean-Pierre just shrugged. “Perhaps it is your woman.”

He was about to say no, to reject the idea because he didn’t have
a woman,
when Jean-Pierre’s phone rang. He plucked it from the deep pocket of his workout kilt, and after glancing a the screen, he thumbed then said, “Allo, Havily?
Ca va?
”

He nodded. “I see. When you call the landing platforms, have them fold her here.
Oui. Ici.
Here. Yes, we can do that for now.”

He thumbed his phone, returned it to his pocket, and said, “Your woman is coming.”

“Shit,” Samuel murmured. He’d already planned on finding a way to avoid Vela, and now she’d be here in a few more seconds. Beyond that, he could feel her distress, which made no sense at all.

A moment later, she materialized twenty feet away from him, near the risers.

Unable to prevent himself, he crossed the workout mats on a half-run, folding his sword away at the same time.  With his dark power flowing in a mist around him he grabbed her arms, holding her fast. “Are you all right? What’s wrong? I can feel that something’s wrong.”  But before she could answer, he pulled her against him. 

“Samuel,” she whispered, her voice just a breath of air against his neck.

Realizing what he’d done, he let go of her, then took a step back.  “Shit, I’m so sorry, Vela.  I didn’t mean to do that. I’m trying. I really am.”

Vela put a hand on his arm, and he grew very still. God, the feel of her fingers alone making contact with his skin sent ripples of desire coursing through him.

“Samuel, we have a situation. I found Duncan.”

“What?”

“I located Duncan.  I slipped into the darkening and went straight to him.”

He called to Jean-Pierre, repeating what she’d just told him.

Jean-Pierre hurried to join them, which immediately set a new kind of problem in play. He didn’t want the warrior near Vela. He shifted to stand slightly in front of her, lowered his chin, and glared. A soft warning growl sounded at the back of his throat.

Jean-Pierre raised both hands, and took two steps back but his lips curved.

Damn the
breh-hedden.

Perhaps more stiffly than he wanted, Samuel shifted to stand beside Vela and slid an arm around her waist. He met her gaze, then sent,
I’m sorry. This thing is almost unbearable, but I can’t let him get any closer. Please understand.

I do. I really do.
Her light floral scent, so familiar, began to waft over him and now a second problem surfaced.

Oh, God, the way you smell.

I know. This is crazy. Your touch, your nearness, and right now you smell like heaven.

But at that, he laughed and some of the tension eased out of him. He shifted to face her a little bit more. “How is that possible, when I’ve been running drills?”

Her large blue eyes had darkened and the initial charge of the
breh-hedden
rushed back at him. The only thing that kept him from dragging her into his arms once more was that Jean-Pierre stood nearby.

When the brother called out his name in three distinct syllables, Samuel jerked his gaze from Vela.

“Your woman had a purpose in coming here, remember?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Vela said. “It’s about Duncan.” She shuddered. “I found him in the darkening, in a series of tunnels that crossed the dimensional trough into Third. He’s in a stone-like facility, bound with ropes. He’s been beaten. I almost didn’t recognize him.” She paled, her eyes widening. “He has some kind of execution order on his head. He said he won’t last through the next couple of days.”

She then relayed what Duncan had said, that he believed Samuel would be able to help him, that he’d seen others on Third with his power, others that released a kind of mist when their power emerged.

A series of thoughts raced through his head, that his power possessed Third Earth qualities, just as he had thought, that a Third entity held Duncan captive, and that somehow Vela connected him to the Upper Dimension.

Whatever he’d felt earlier about staying away from Vela, or his reluctance to bring his dark power forward, all seemed to fall away in the face of Duncan’s situation. Maybe if this hadn’t been a time of war, he could make a different choice, one that could allow him to separate from Vela, to keep his unknown, untried powers at bay. But Duncan had saved his life and right now Samuel had only one goal. “We need to get him out.”

And with those words, spoken aloud, he left behind a much simpler life in which he kept to himself and lived out his basic, disconnected warrior life. He didn’t know all that taking this step would mean, but everything in his spirit urged him forward.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Vela said.

“Can you share the location with me in some way? Maybe get me there?” He had no idea if Vela could take him through the tunnel system she’d just described.

“I don’t know.”

* * * * * * * * *

Vela looked into smoky-gray eyes and once again felt the train of her thoughts begin to slide away. She was still too vulnerable to the
breh-hedden
to do much more than step in his direction and plant a hand on his weapons harness, in the center of his chest. He covered that hand and his expression softened. A falling sensation flowed through her, working the hard exterior of her heart, softening what had been closed off for the last several years.

You’re so beautiful.

But his deep voice in her head woke her up. He shouldn’t be saying something like that, not when they had a job to do, not when Duncan was in danger.

She drew back, shivering as she lost connection with him. She looked at anything but him and decided the black mats were the right place for her gaze to land. Her thoughts slowly pulled back together.

Everything had changed.

That’s what she knew.

From the moment she’d seen Duncan bound by ropes and hanging from a hook, her life had shifted on its axis. She had no idea where this journey would take her, but for whatever bizarre reason, she had a specific power that had located one of their missing warriors. She’d never sought this ability. She didn’t even want it.