Almost To Die For Part 6

"No, wait." It was Mom again. "You can't do this to her! What about the candles? Wasn't that wind magic? She needs a second chance!"

"We don't have time. Anyway, he has every right. He's the high priest. It's his call and I happen to agree with it," Diane said.

"No," Mom started up the argument again, but Bea's dad had already begun. I could sense the swirl of the wind tug at my hair and I heard the rattling of the leaves. I quickly grasped the waiting hands and joined the outer circle.

The creatures in the woods quieted at the show of magic.

But one stepped forward, right in front of me.

It was hard to distinguish all the details in the darkness, but it--no, he--was definitely human, and, uh, quite naked. Dappled moonlight revealed a tall, lean, muscular form with pale, almost luminescent skin. Dark hair framed a hauntingly handsome face and yellow, catlike eyes.

Looking me directly in the face, he put a hand to his heart and bowed slightly. "Princess Anastasija," he said. "My lady."

The eyes caught mine and trapped them in his gaze. Unearthly as they were, I found myself wanting to lose myself in their golden pools. A calm swept over me, and I felt a sense of homecoming. What was this wonderful, enchanting being? And why shouldn't I run wild and free into the woods with him--where I belonged?

Just as I was ready to break from the circle and take the creature by the hand, Bea's dad spoke his own words of power. The coven repeated, "So mote it be," and the wind pushed the handsome stranger back a step. He lifted an arm to ward it off, but stumbled into the shadows of the trees and disappeared completely from view.

"Wait," I implored.

But the woman holding my hand squeezed it tightly and shook her head as if to say, "No, this is best."

Although I couldn't see any movement, I could feel the others retreating as well. Their presence faded as the magic swelled.

Bea was speaking now, conjuring fire. A warm pulse filled the circle, like a sudden flare from a bonfire. The other witches sensed their departure as well, and one by one, they turned and faced the inner circle again. I was the last to turn, still hoping to see a final glimpse of the alluring otherworldly creature who called me his lady.

Nikolai's water was like a soft mist, and by the time Shannon solidified the circle with earth, there was no trace of the haunting presence in the woods. The coven now stood, in fact, somewhere else, a place between the real and the magical worlds.

I watched the ritual as an outsider. I saw Diane bestow the gift of prophecy on her niece, Bea. Nikolai would be a shaman, and Shannon a bard. The last bit brought a tiny tear to my eye, but I was outside them all now. This would be the last Inner Circle ritual I'd ever witness.

It all seemed removed somehow, like I'd had a heavy dose of cold medicine and my brain had gone all foggy and distant. I followed along as the four elements were thanked and released, the ritual unwinding to a close.

When the circle opened with the familiar words, "The circle is open, but unbroken. Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again," I breathed a small sigh of relief. It hadn't been nearly as horrible as I expected. Thanks to the weird people in the woods, everyone was more focused on repelling them than on my failure.

Well, everyone except Mom.

Someone relit the circle of candles. People were crowding around Bea, Nikolai, and Shannon to congratulate them on their successful Initiation. Not moving from my spot near the circle's edge, I accepted the bug spray Grandmother Storm offered, along with the soft, understanding smile and gentle pat on the shoulder. After dosing myself with the spray, I pa.s.sed it on to the next covener, who also gave me that sad, pitying look.

I didn't really want sympathy. I wanted answers. Turning, I stared out into the woods. The large, gnarled oaks stood tall and mute. Who had been out there? What were they? Had one of them really spoken to me, called me "my lady"?

Someone put an arm gently across my shoulders. I expected to see Mom, but it was Bea's dad. "I'm sorry," he said, pus.h.i.+ng his gla.s.ses up on his nose with his finger. "I didn't mean to be so abrupt. I thought they might attack. They seemed determined, don't you think? Much worse than before. We've got to rein them in. They're our responsibility, you know."

"Who are they?"

Bea's dad looked shocked. "Why, they're your father's people. . . ." He paused and watched my face intently in the candlelight. "Hasn't your mother ever told you?"

Dad's people? Did he mean Ramses? Was I one of whatever those things were in the woods? How was that even possible? Were they even entirely human?

Watching the expression on my face, Bea's dad paled. He removed his arm and awkwardly stepped away. "Oh. I shouldn't have said anything. You don't know about them, do you?"

"No, Mom's never said a word," I admitted. "Please tell me about them. What are they?"

"I've already said too much," Bea's dad said, anger creeping into his voice. "Your mother has been very irresponsible. You should have known about this before tonight of all nights."

I couldn't agree more. Speaking of my mother, I was about to confront her about all of this when I heard Mom's voice shrilly rising above all the happy chatter. "You will allow it. I demand a second chance for Ana."

Mom was up in Diane's face, her own red and blotchy with rage.

"You saw them," Mom continued. Voices hushed as everyone's attention s.h.i.+fted. "They came for her. Are you just going to let her slip into their grasp? I won't allow it. She is my daughter. Not theirs!"

As fascinated by this conversation as I was, I felt myself wanting to shrink into the dark shadows of the forest just like the others had--especially when everyone turned to look at me.

"She has none of our magic," Diane said with surprising calm. "There's nothing more to be done, Amelia. The coven will continue to protect her, but she can't be in the Inner Circle."

"No, no," Mom began her usual denial. "You saw the candles go out. That was definitely wind."

But it hadn't come from me, I thought silently.

Mom continued. "Something went wrong tonight. They were waiting. It was some kind of ambush. Maybe their presence affected her abilities. You know she has potential."

"No, I don't," I found myself screaming, despite the embarra.s.sment. "Just stop! I can't do it. I never could. I told you that a hundred times, but you wouldn't listen."

Mom's eyes were wild with rage when she swung around to look at me. Everyone in the coven was absolutely silent, riveted to the argument. "Listen to me, young lady. This is very important. You must complete the Initiation. It is essential to your survival. You don't want to be one of them, do you?"

What was so wrong with them, anyway? "I don't know, maybe I do," I said impulsively.

A shock wave rippled through the coven.

"She doesn't know what she's saying," Mom said. Then to me, her voice quivering with anger, "You don't know what that means."

"That's because you never told her," Bea's dad's voice cut across the circle. "Amelia, you did your daughter a huge disservice. She doesn't even know what she is."

The coven exploded in a fury of "What? How can that be?"

Mom looked ready to cry. She took a few hesitating steps toward me, her arms outstretched. "Honey, I couldn't. It's . . . You don't have to be like them. You just have to find the magic inside you. I know it's there."

Mom started sobbing, because we both--no, everyone--knew the truth. If I had magic, it wasn't this kind.

"You should tell her," Bea's dad insisted.

"I can't," Mom whispered.

"Then I will," he said, and, before Mom could protest, added, "Anastasija Parker, you're a dhampyr. You're half vampire."

Eight.

Vampire? Okay, I was kind of almost ready for that, what with all the inferences Mom tossed around earlier with Ramses, but . . . half vampire? Really?

Vampires were real?

If I was a vampire, a half one, then that begged the question, was that what those things in the woods were--vampires? Well, if that was the case, then they were very different from what I would have expected from the movies. And, what? Now I was the princess of the vampires?

How weird was that?

Apparently everyone else in the coven must have been thinking the same thing, because they all stared, openmouthed, at me. Well, except Mom. She turned and fled from the circle in a burst of tears.

Nice. Thanks for the support, Mom.

Bea's dad no longer met my eye. Actually, when I scanned the crowd for friendly faces, most people turned away or feigned a sudden interest in the gra.s.s, their fingernails, or anything else.

I looked at Bea imploringly, hoping for a show of support from my very best and oldest friend. But instead, Bea looked back at me with barely contained horror.

Okay, now this was about as horrible as I imagined the Initiation was going to go. Not only did I not pa.s.s my magical test, but now I was also apparently some kind of big fat half freak.

Great.

Maybe Mom had the best exit strategy after all. Time to flee.

So I took off into the woods. I ran. I didn't care where my feet took me as long as it was "away." As I dashed through the brush, I let myself cry. Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision--which was probably how I ended up tripping on the exposed tree root and falling flat on my face into a tall stand of ostrich ferns.

I decided not to get up.

I thought maybe I might lie here forever.

Rolling over, I panted and sobbed. The ferns were soft and slick on my back. Mosquitoes hummed in the otherwise quiet, dark forest. As I stared up at the round moon, I tried to make everything add up.

Given the way the creatures--it was hard for me to think of them as vampires yet--s.h.i.+ed away when the coven started using magic, perhaps it was no wonder I sucked at it. It was this "blood" that everyone said would "out."

Ramses had said I had another destiny, even warned me not to come tonight. Had he been attacked by this same group of vampires--What did you call a group of vampires, anyway? A "murder," like with crows? Given their feline eyes, I thought "pride" might be more accurate.

But Ramses didn't have eyes like that, did he? Of course, he was wearing clothes too. Maybe he was some different tribe or clan or "pride" or whatever.

It was all so confusing.

And I had no one to ask. The coven had abandoned me. My mom ran off. My best friend . . .

Okay, I'd kind of been prepared for the idea that when I failed the Wiccaning, the coven would freak and Mom would cry. I'd even entertained the idea that Bea might have trouble at first. I thought, with her mom and everything, she'd be the first to sympathize. But she wouldn't even meet my eye. She wouldn't even look at me.

I suppose that was better than some of the disgusted looks the other coveners shot me. At least she hadn't gaped at me in abject horror.

I groaned.

"So you yet live, my lady."

I sat up with a start. I looked around frantically for the source of the voice and found him lounging in the crook of a solitary crab apple tree. It was the one who had spoken to me before. He looked strangely natural, sitting there, like he was just another part of the wildness of the woods, like a squirrel. No, that was the wrong image. There was nothing cute or skittery about him. He was feral, yes, but more like a mountain lion, full of grace and a languid sort of danger.

He jumped down from the branches with ease. Crouching, he peered at me as though inspecting something. "You've left the circle. Were you cast out?"

I didn't think so. I'd failed, but as far as I knew, I wasn't banished or anything serious like that. No, in fact, Diane had said something about the coven still protecting me. "I'm not sure," I said honestly. "But, in a way, I am. I'm not going to be in the Inner Circle anytime soon."

He laughed slightly. "Their loss."

I wasn't sure what to make of that. Was he being sarcastic or sympathetic? After all, if Mom was right, the vampires wanted me to fail tonight. But he didn't seem all that evil. In fact, other than being naked and the funky, reflective eyes, he seemed really quite normal.

"Who are you?" I asked, and I really wanted to add, "And where are your clothes? " but I thought better of that last part. It seemed a bit rude, although it was really difficult to concentrate on the conversation at hand. The shadows mostly hid the salient bits from view, but I was very aware of just how close I sat to a completely naked man.

He touched his heart slightly again, in that oddly courtly gesture. "Elias Constantine, at your service."

"Are you really a vampire, Elias?" I liked the way his name felt on my tongue; it was exotic and foreign, but old-fas.h.i.+oned and archaic in a knightly sort of way. Not unlike my name, really.

He flinched at my choice of words, as though I'd slurred him with the term "vampire." "I've been called that," he said.

"Oh." I hadn't meant to insult him. "Well, what would you call yourself ?"

He smiled slightly. "Elias, knight of the dark realm, but that's not the answer you're looking for, I know." Elias seemed to consider his answer further, his cat eyes reflecting moonlight. " 'Humanity's end,' 'Witches' Bane,' you tell me. What's your preference, my lady?"

Humanity's end? WTF? I was beginning to think "vampire" sounded like a much nicer option. "What I mean is . . . ?" What did I ask here? His race? His species? "Um, what are you? What I really want to know is, what am I?"

In the moonlight, his smile was soft and strangely understanding. "You are your father's daughter and a very, very special lady. You are someone I am sworn to protect, and will, at the cost of my very life."

The idea that someone had pledged his life to protect me was very romantic, like something straight out of a fairy tale. Who was this guy, really?

And could he be for real?

"So you have a life? You're not, like, undead."

He laughed. "No. Not yet, anyway."

That was an interesting answer. It seemed to imply that he might become undead under certain circ.u.mstances. I left that thought for now, however. "Do you drink blood?" I asked.

Elias's amused smile faded quickly. "Yes."

Suddenly, the woods seemed very cold and deep.

He shook his head, as though he sensed my change in att.i.tude. "The hunt is a very sacred thing, my lady. But nothing to be afraid of."

I wasn't so sure about that. I pulled my knees up under my chin, putting a bit more distance between us.

He watched with sad eyes, but didn't move from his strangely relaxed yet ready-to-pounce crouch. "Ah, my lady. Much of what you have heard about us are lies."

That was the thing, though. I hadn't heard much of anything. Tonight was the first time I'd even heard the word "vampire" outside of books and movies, much less to find out that I was half one. "Will you tell me the truth?" I asked.

Another courtly inclination of his head, and he said, "Anything you wish."