Blood Will Tell Part 13

Murderer. Monster. Both?

Eden had been sitting staring out into the gardens from her bedroom window seat for the last two hours. There was a hubbub of activity around the house as Celine showed the Blessed who had arrived to celebrate the Awakening Ceremony with them to the guest rooms. Eden didn't even know who half of them were, although she recognised a few familiar faces from odd events over the years. Ryan had invited more people without tel ing her. She pressed her face against the cool gla.s.s, watching goons pace in and out of view.

Her dad had also tightened security. Eden grimaced. Noah and his Neith would have to be idiots to attack them. At the thought of him she felt only anger. The pain that had been there before had subsided. Her hunger preferred the fury and since she was pretty much trembling with need at this point, the hunger got what it wanted.

Part of her was desperate for the Awakening Ceremony to be over. She wanted to feel normal again. Instead, she was wakening up in the middle of the night, her pyjamas sticking to her with cold sweat, her chest feeling as if heavy stone slabs had been placed upon it, her brain unfocused like a mil ion fingers squeezing on her temples. Al she could think about was the hunger. The only voice she could concentrate on was the hunger.

It was a smal mercy that Ryan had put her under house arrest. Eden just might have attacked Lucy Stevens by now.

Then there was the other part of her. The part that couldn't forget the look on Stel an's face when he asked her to promise not to change once she awakened. He feared his own nature. He feared the iron door in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

And now Eden did too.

With other Blessed walking around the house, hanging out with Ryan and Celine, their sick laughter echoing through the hal s, Ryan had had a lock put on the doorway at the top of the bas.e.m.e.nt stairwel . But Eden knew a way in.

And she couldn't... she just couldn't get the iron door out of her head.

Watching the goon in the back garden pace back out of view, Eden bit her lip, her heart beginning to race at her thoughts.

She had to know.

She had to know what she might be capable of... once she took a life.

Her legs shook as she stuffed her feet into green Converses, and her arms trembled like crazy as she shrugged on a sweater. The hal outside her room was quiet, and Eden's sensitive ears picked up the sounds of the Blessed in the front parlour. They were quietly discussing the Neith and Ryan's options for the move. He'd been very close-mouthed about where he was moving his family. They stil didn't know. Eden didn't even think Celine knew.

Gulping back her fear, Eden quickened her pace, barely acknowledging two of the caterers she pa.s.sed and the goon at the front entrance. Instead she took off through the back hal way, past the large kitchen, and through into the back sitting room with the French doors that led into the gardens. The air was cool, the clouds heavy with the threat of rain.

The perfect weather for turning evil.

Hurriedly, in case she suddenly backed out, Eden loped down the stone stairs into the garden, glancing around to make sure the goon was nowhere in sight. Catching him near one of Celine's fountains in the west gardens, Eden ducked behind the hedgerow that divided the back garden from the side garden. By now her heart was pounding so hard, al she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears.

Exhaling, Eden sidled along the hedge quietly until she found the dead end. Wel ...

it wasn't quite a dead end.

Ignoring the p.r.i.c.kles and sharp scratches, Eden squeezed through the slight gap between the corner of the hedgerow and the apparent dead end. She stood at the top of the stone steps that led down the bas.e.m.e.nt, wil ing the nausea away. Only the family knew about these stairs, they were so wel hidden and disguised. And even if someone were to find them, they'd think they'd found a useless staircase. No door at the bottom.

They'd be wrong.

Tip-toeing down them, Eden half-prayed the key wouldn't be there. She gazed at the brick wal before her, her fingers shaking as they grazed the abraded stone. It was the third brick in from the left, six bricks down, she reminded herself.

Her fingers grappled with the grooves and final y found purchase. With her strength, pul ing the brick was like sliding a puzzle piece out of place. Behind the brick was a circular, iron lock. Old fashioned. Ryan liked it that way. A smal key lay flat, where the rock had sat upon it.

Eden's chest tightened and she felt the hunger stretch.

This is such a bad idea.

You need to know. You have to test yourself.

Taking the calming breaths Celine had taught her, Eden reached in, picked the key up and gently placed it in the lock. It took a lot of strength to the turn the key. A human would have serious problems with it. But it was easy for Eden. She winced at the grating sounds of the bricks sliding across the concrete floor, inwards to the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Dashing inside, with a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure the goon hadn't fol owed, Eden hit the tiny switch on the wal that only worked when the brick door had been opened. The door wheezed against the stone and screeched shut.

Eden exhaled.

The lights had come on automatical y, the bas.e.m.e.nt hal cold and clinical and depressing. Her sad eyes fel on the iron door and she chanted the code that would open it, over in her head. There was a security pad on the wal next to the iron door and every week Ryan changed the access code.

Only Teagan knew what it was. And idiot that he was, Eden had months ago discovered that he kept the code on his cel under Papa's Pizzeria. She'd swiped his phone that morning and got the code, subconsciously knowing that she would end up down here.

She felt worn out, broken even, as she slowly typed in the code. The lock popped and the door whined a little as it broke away from the latch.

Closing her eyes, she tried to prepare herself.

If I'm lucky there'll be no one here.

Coward.

Her lips trembled as she berated herself. With a disgusted sigh, Eden gripped the door handle and yanked it open, pul ing it shut behind her.

"Oh Jeez..." she breathed, her eyes taking in the room.

The wal s were painted the colour of blood, and art work, grotesque and morbid, lined the wal s in gold-plated baroque frames. Ghouls attacked young men and women, ripping at skin and clothes. Horrified victims lay chained to floors and wal s, while their wicked captors smiled out at the viewer. Eden's eyes fel on the easel and blank canvas in the corner. There were more unwrapped canva.s.ses, art supplies littered about.

Teagan.

He used the bas.e.m.e.nt for the talent he had twisted to his purpose. She shuddered.

The whimper made her freeze on the spot. Not wanting to, but needing to, Eden slowly turned around. At the other end of the room was a large bed in blood red sheets.

There were things there, tools, devices, things... things she couldn't bear to think about, laid out on the bed. And on either side of the bed were chains screwed into the wal . On the right side, a brunette girl, perhaps fifteen, sixteen, was beaten and bruised, imprisoned in the chains. Her left eye was swol en shut, her upper lip cut. Her wrists were raw and b.l.o.o.d.y from pul ing on the metal chains. Her jeans and t-shirt were dirty, her shirt ripped at the col ar.

Ryan and Teagan weren't finished with this one. By the looks of it, they had barely begun.

Morbidly, Eden thought to wonder how they disposed of their victim's bodies.

This isn't my life.

The girl looked up at her and her right eye widened.

Eden expected hope. But the girl seemed to take one look at Eden and know she wasn't her rescuer.

"Do what you want," the girl hissed, her head lol ing back.

"You can't touch me. Not real y."

She wanted to cry but the tears... it was like they were gone. Her whole body was seized with horror. It was so vile, so surreal. And the hunger? No hunger. Even with this human temptation before her. Not a temptation, Eden shook her head. Only abhorrence and revulsion that her father and cousin were capable of such evil. That this girl...

this brave girl with the hatred in her eyes, thought Eden just like them.

Because she knows you won't save her.

You are just like them.

"I wish I could save you," Eden whispered, the words slipping past her lips without thought.

The girl's mouth trembled, and her eyes watered with terrified and furious tears.

"Save yourself first."

Like a hurricane wind, those words sent Eden sweeping back to the door. Her fingers felt numb as she clumsily tried to get out, fal ing into the hal way, her foot slamming the iron door shut behind her. Her heart had frozen in her chest. She hurried up the stairwel , not real y seeing where she was going, the girl's eyes branding on her brain.

The door at the top of the stairwel opened from this end, and Eden had enough mind to lock it at the back of her. There was no one around. She fol owed her body to the foyer, to the staircase, to the second floor, to her bedroom.

And then she ran. Slamming the bathroom door behind her, Eden flung herself at the toilet seat and emptied the contents of her stomach down it.

The horror and unease wouldn't stop. She retched and retched, waiting for it to subside. By the time it did, she was pale and drenched in a cold sweat, her whole body shuddering. Col apsing against the toilet seat, Eden final y felt the tears come.

I'm not a murderer.

I'm a monster.

But not a murderer.

"I can't do it." She squeezed her eyes shut.

"You have to, Paradise."

Eden flinched, her head jerking up to find Stel an standing in the doorway to her bathroom, his eyes sympathetic but resolved. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," he sighed.

The tears splashed down her cheeks. "I can't, Stel. I can't." can't."

He dropped to his knees before her, smoothing her hair back, his pale grey eyes fastened on hers. "You'l die, Eden. If you don't, you'l die." His eyes shone bright with unshed tears. "And I can't live without you."

Her whole body began to shake with broken sobs. "I don't want to be like them."

"I know," Stel an whispered, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her into his chest; he was comfort, he was safe and warm. "You won't be. We'l take care of each other. We'l make sure we never become like them."

"Promise?" She clenched her fingers into his shirt, the hunger already making itself known after only minutes cowed by her disgust at what she'd found in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

It was no use.

Stel an sighed and kissed her forehead softly. "I promise, Paradise." They held each other tighter. These two unusual Blessed.

One another's safest harbour.

Chapter Sixteen.

A Winslow Ma.s.sacre The drug was taking it's time to leave his system. Noah yanked at the chains cuffed around his wrists and clamped into the floor of the dining room. The marble flooring was destroyed. Guess they didn't care anymore.

Noah growled and yanked again, frustrated by the weakness in his limbs. An Ankh, when injected with what would be a lethal poison to a human, was rendered weak and pretty much useless until the drug had left his system.

He felt his skin crawl at the feel of the soul eaters' greedy eyes on him. There was about twenty of them, al huddled around the edges of the dining room, drinking champagne and grinning at the thought of his coming demise. He knew enough about these repulsive creatures' habits to know that Ryan had decided on poetic justice this evening. Noah was to be Eden's victim. His soul was to be the one that would awaken her ful y and make her one of the 'Blessed'. If that happened, there would be no going back.

Clearly for either of them, he sighed, slumping. At least his vision had cleared. Not that that would do him any use.

Even his ankles had been bound, with a springy metal wire that cut into him whenever he moved. He'd be lucky if it didn't slice his skin right through. It was painful, even if he did keep healing after every cut.

Ryan Winslow entered the room, fol owed by his wife Celine. Noah smirked, watching them, refusing to show fear. He could only hope the Ankh and Neith's plans went off without a hitch and they rescued both himself and Eden... for he was no use at present.

The Winslow's looked like a normal, attractive wealthy couple; if you didn't look too closely at their blank eyes, or the cruel quirk of their upper lips. Noah couldn't see anything of Eden in Ryan's face. Except for those cool, pale eyes. And yet he never once could remember Eden's being blank. Even when she'd obviously hungered for his soul there had been something in them that screamed she was stil in there, stil knew what she wanted was wrong and was fighting it.

Would she fight it tonight?

Does she know I'm here?

Part of Noah was unsure. Eden had always balanced upon the precipice and he was afraid his apparent betrayal may have thrown her clear over the edge.

Come on, Cyrus, Noah shuddered now. Cyrus had to make it in time, in case she was gone; in case someone needed to drag her back from the soul eater half of her nature.

"Ladies and Gentleman, members of the Blessed," Ryan suddenly cal ed out into the room, his voice deep and clear and cold. "I want to thank you al for coming here tonight.

For taking time out of your busy schedules to join me and my family in the celebration of our youngest's awakening.

Eden is a special girl and tonight wil be the beginning of al my hopes for her. I predict that after tonight my daughter wil become extraordinary." Noah sneered at him as the gatherers raised their gla.s.ses to Ryan with murmurs of agreement and approval.

"Let us begin." Ryan turned towards the door. "Eden?" The door slowly opened and al Noah saw at first was Eden's brother, Stel an, dressed dapper in a black tuxedo suit. He glanced behind him, his arm reaching back for someone. As Stel an drew inside, he shifted, and Eden came into view, her hand gripping her brother's so hard her knuckles were white.

Noah felt sick.

She was extremely pale; her lips pressed tightly together, her eyes blank. Everyone else would a.s.sume she was just like one of them, but Noah knew she was probably numb with fear. Her mother had careful y dressed her for the occasion. She stood stiff in an elegant, body forming black dress that made her look mature and adult. In a weird, twisted way, she was lovely.

And then her eyes stopped surveying the room and fel upon him.

Noah felt the look like a bul et to his heart, and as her eyes widened with utter horror, he knew she hadn't known he was to be her victim.

Her skin turned a pal id, sick colour as she turned to her brother. "Did you know?" Noah heard her whisper.

The floor seemed to fal away from her and she grasped tighter to Stel an's hand as she awaited his answer.