On Demon Wings Part 32

She smiled at me and for once I didn't find it creepy. There was something almost maternal about it, like she actually cared. Maybe I was just really seeing her for the first time. Maybe it's because I was obviously in her element.

"I did not bring you here, Perry," she said delicately. It was odd to hear her speak outright rather than have it rebound inside my head. "But I knew you'd come eventually. I had hoped it would have been your choice, not that of another's."

"You mean the Devil?"

She shook her head ever so slightly. Her pin curls bounced from the movement. "It is not the Devil, only one of his minions. If the Devil himself ever got a hold of a mortal...No, this is a demon and all demons report to a higher ent.i.ty."

I looked around me at the world, which was my world, once removed.

"What is this place?"

"This is where I stay. It is a world of transition. All the dead pa.s.s through here to get from one plane to another. The dead and...other beings as well."

"So you are dead?"

She smiled again, sadly. "Yes. Come for a walk with me."

She held out her aging hand and I grabbed it. She grasped mine tightly and said, "You're too much here, Perry. I shouldn't be able to grab your hand like this."

I looked down at it in wonder and she led me toward the rancher, toward the window with the bright sprays of light. "What is supposed to happen?"

She gestured for me to peak through a crack in the window, where the curtain inside had billowed. "Can you see them? Can you see you?"

I looked through. It was hard to make out shapes in between the blasts of light that burned my eyes, but I could see Bird on the ground playing the drums. The silhouette of Dex on his knees. I saw Ada standing by the wall and a flash of Roman yelling, arms wide open like a manic preacher. I also saw me, floating above the bed. I was the source of the white light. It was coming straight out of my mouth and eyes, like some ultraviolet angel.

I swallowed hard, surprised to still feel worry and pain. It was scary to see myself like that; I could only imagine how Dex and Ada were feeling.

"I see them," I said softly.

"I see them too. I've always been able to see you. Most people, when they die, they pa.s.s through here on their way to what you would call Heaven or h.e.l.l. This isn't purgatory. It is simply a place of transition. A place to let go of your life. Many people, many who you think are ghosts, stay here because the walls are thin. You look around, it looks the same as your world. It's one layer less. But that layer is thin and at times it grows thinner. It holds many, many secrets."

She pulled me away from the window and we started walking away from the rancher. In the distance, on the top of a hill two giant wood bugs went scurrying, just like the ones I'd seen in my hospital delusion. I was vaguely horrified.

"Why do you stay here?" I asked, afraid to take my eyes off of them. She noticed but didn't say anything. Instead, she stopped and squeezed my hand tighter.

"I stay here because I can. I have the freedom to go into your world and back. Sometimes the demons let me, if I'm quick enough. It's thinner, softer here. If I moved on, I would not be able to stay. I couldn't come back."

"But why? Just move on. This place is h.e.l.l."

"Not quite h.e.l.l, remember. I stay here because I have to keep an eye on you. I need to."

I was startled. "Me?"

"I think you're starting to figure it out, Perry. We're only the same. I've been plagued by the dead all my life, when I was alive, and now I'm plagued by them still. I don't want the same fate for you. Because it's coming to that. And it's coming fast. I wish it weren't true but...some people don't change."

It was time to ask, even though the puzzle pieces were all in place by now; I was just too afraid to look at the entire picture. "And Dex. Why do you know him?"

"I was Declan's nanny when he was young. For quite some time, too. I looked after him because his own mother couldn't and his father was too busy. I was like a mother to him and his brother."

My eyebrows shot up. Dex had a brother? But I let her continue.

"Declan had the same...affliction...as I had. As you have. I could tell there was something special about him, just as there is about you. I was very sad when I had to leave him. Sad for him and scared for him. But I was no longer allowed to be his nanny. It was my own family who wouldn't let me, though, not the O'Sheas. They, and the doctors, cla.s.sified me as crazy. When you've babbled about seeing ghosts for too long, some people think they have no choice but to put you away."

I didn't want to ask the question because I had a feeling I knew the answer. And if it was true, it would change everything I knew and thought about the life I lived. And the people I loved.

I looked Pippa straight in her hooded, grey eyes and asked, "Who put you away?"

She didn't hesitate.

"Your mother. And your father."

I felt like the ground began to shake and move beneath me, like I was losing my wits and balance at the same time. My blood ran cold, colder than it ever had before and I was stumped. Dazed. Stupid with thought and feeling.

"You're my grandmother," I managed to whisper. I was gutted by the realization and ashamed that it had taken me so long to find out. All this time...

"I know you haven't heard much about me," she said, almost embarra.s.sed. She dropped my hand and kicked a stone with her Mary Jane shoes. It was too human of a gesture. She was human. It made my heart ache.

"My parents said you had died when I was very young," I said, racking my brain for any information about my grandmother. "I remember grandpa a little. We, he, never talked about you. I don't think..."

"I've been watching," she said bitterly. "No, they never did talk about me. They chose not to remember those last few years."

It was all too much. Forget being stuck in the thin veil, some other dimension. This absolutely floored me.

I sat down on the ground, the dust flying up in the air and staying there. There was something almost airless, tasteless and odorless about this land. I couldn't imagine that she stayed here on account of me, just because it was easier to keep an eye on me. Was I really in that much jeopardy?

I stared blankly at the colorless earth while Pippa slowly paced around me, her dress dragging.

"You said they were watching you and watching me," I said slowly. "Who did you mean?"

"I meant your mother. And the demons."

I let out a snort. I couldn't help it. I looked up at her. "You mean I'm being watched on both sides? By my own mother in my world, and by friggin' demons in another?"

She didn't smile. "I know it isn't fair. I fear your mother may do to you what she did to me. You can imagine how hard it must be for her to have to see her own daughter take on the same traits her sick mother did."

"Are you trying to make me feel sorry for her? After what she did to you?" I spat out, suddenly enraged.

"No. I'm only telling you what is going on. As much as I know. From what I've seen. As for the demons, they don't like the fact that you can see them. They certainly don't like me. It's supposed to be a one-way mirror. But you and I are not like them. And we're not like anyone else living, either."

"Except for Dex."

She nodded. "Yes. But he's had a life of trying to hide it. It's like a muscle. Yours has been active far longer. Your power is greater. So great that demons will try to take that from you."

I looked down at my hands as they made lines in the dirt. "They already have. Haven't they? Isn't that why I'm here now? I didn't walk through the door. I was forced at gunpoint."

I slowly got to my feet. She reached over and grabbed my shoulder, steadying me. I looked at her face and wondered if I was stuck with her here for eternity. She was my grandmother, the grandmother I never knew. My grandmother who was locked away to die, and somewhere along the way, started dressing like Bette Davis in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.

"You're not hopeless," she said. I wondered if she just heard what I was thinking and immediately felt bad. "This Roman is a powerful man. He's got something to prove. He will fight the demon until he dies from exhaustion."

I bit my lip and looked behind me at the house. It was suddenly a dot on the horizon, so very far away. "And then what happens? Aside from being stuck here forever?"

"You won't be," she said.

"How can you be so sure?" Panic began to flood my veins. I didn't want to die. I didn't want my possessor to win. I felt like a cloth had been lifted from my eyes and the surreal quality of the situation began to sink in. "Why aren't you more upset? You've spent your afterlife trying to prevent me from coming here!"

She squinted at me, but not unkindly. "I have done the best I can. My limits with your world are there. I can only do much, say so much. It has taken time for you to open your eyes to me. You needed to take those steps on your own."

I waved my arms at the landscape, at another giant bug crawling in the distance. "But I'm here! I'm in this place! I'm going to die here."

"Most who are here are already dead. You're not. Not this time, not if Dex can help you."

"Help me?" I was stunned. "How can he help me?"

She took a step toward me and smoothed my hair off of my face. Her fingers felt far away, like I was growing numb by the second. "Your bond with him is a strong current. Your very hearts are magnets. If you listen, you can hear him. You can feel him. He's the only one who can help you now."

"I don't think Dex knows what to do."

She looked back at the house. A small smile tugged at her lips. "He knows more than you give him credit for. Just listen. Concentrate."

I couldn't hear anything except her flat voice but I closed my eyes and listened hard anyway. I felt the world drop away from me, felt a strange weightlessness as everything swirled black behind my eyes. Then I heard voices. Many at first, then just Dex's, echoing around my head.

"Let me help," Dex pleaded, his voice cracking. "You can reach her through me. Use me."

It was followed by Bird's. "You can't risk it. The pathway doesn't work like that. If you find her and free her, it may take you instead."

"Then it's worth it," Dex said, his voice suddenly strong.

"There will be many times you may have to lay your life on the line for her. You must choose your battles wisely, Dex. You can only give up your life once."

"Let him do it," came Roman's voice from the darkness. He sounded weak and exhausted. "If this is his wish, I can use him to find her. I can bring her out. I can keep both of them safe."

"No you can't," Bird said.

"Dex is right," Roman said. "There is no other way."

I opened my eyes and Pippa shimmered back into my vision. "What's he going to do?"

"Don't think of me," she said quickly. "Don't break it. You'll lose him."

I closed my eyes again. The voices were gone. Only the blackness behind my eyes remained. I waited and concentrated. I pictured Dex, his deep eyes, his smirk, his stark determination that blew me over from time to time. He was a strong man and a weak man all at once. A friend once, a lover last. A father in another lifetime. Now nothing. But he was going to try to save me all the same.

Then I heard it, buried deep beneath my furrowed head.

"Perry," he called.

I concentrated on my name as it flew past me in the dark. I focused harder and harder, trying to hear more, see more than I could.

He appeared before me, coming out of the darkness like a developing Polaroid. He was slightly translucent, as if he were the specter here.

"Dex," I uttered, wondering if he could see me.

He could. He smiled when he saw me. It glowed supernaturally, like Christmas lights that are turned on for the first time; full of relief, pride and beauty.

He reached out for my hand in the darkness but it pa.s.sed through mine, lacking all solidity.

He came closer, his face scrunched up in fear and confusion, and it was just us two in a world of black emptiness.

"I don't understand," he said, shaking his head. "Why can't I touch you?"

He tried again, this time his hand on my shoulder, but it melted away. He was as good as air.

"I don't know," I said, feeling the horror rise up my limbs. "What's happening to you, how are you here?"

"Roman has got a hold on both of us. I just thought of you until I...until I saw you. Here. Wherever this is." He looked around him at the unrelenting nothingness. "But I don't think I'm here enough."

His face fell, his hair flopping down on his forehead. He reached for my face with his hand and kept it there along my cheek, even though I knew his fingers were sinking into my skin, even though I couldn't physically feel him at all.

He took another step toward me until his pale, lightly transparent face was inches from mine. I sucked at my breath, surprised I still had the capability of breathing. Even in some other dimension, he still managed to take my breath away.

It wasn't fair. He needed to try harder. I needed to try harder. I concentrated on him, on the thin black hair along his wide jaw, his full lips that were parted slightly, on his eyes that searched mine as frantically and deeply as mine searched his. I willed him to be solid, to be real. He was probably doing the same to me.

"I think it's coming," he whispered.

I listened hard and could hear a growling off in the abyss.

He closed his eyes. "I need to take you back with me. I can't leave you here."

"I know," I said, my heart drowning in desperation. "Concentrate."

"I am." The strain in his voice was palpable.

The growling grew louder and I was aware of another presence coming closer, one that brought a wealth of pain and suffering along with it. Red eyes gleamed somewhere. I looked away, looked at Dex. We were going to run out of time.

"You have to get out of here," I told him. "Go back."

"Not without you."

"We both can't stay here," I pleaded. "You must go."

"Roman is growing weaker," he said.

"So, please go!"

The red eyes were almost upon us. My body shook and shuddered from the waves of evil and ugliness. It would drown us in them.

Dex reached up with his other hand and tried to place it against my other cheek. It was like he was trying to cup air in his hands. "Will you forgive me?"

I was taken aback. "What?"