Fallen Soul Series: The Evanescence Part 7

Laylen and Gemma exchange this weird look, it makes me wonder and it kind of p.i.s.ses me off.

"What are you two thinking?" I ask, inching over a little so I'm blocking her from Laylen's view. "Are you possessed again, or something?" I lower my head and study her eyes, which are as captivating as ever, but look a little hollow.

However, then she gives me a tentative smile and she looks like herself again, but I can feel that something's off, like I could when I first woke up from my possession and knew what she was thinking.

"I have Royal Fey blood, Alex," she says, in a duh tone. "I can use the Cornu Lepore to control the Fey in the Fey Realm. We can free Aleesa and Aislin because I can make the Faeries let them go." She swings the chain around on her fingers with a proud smile on her face.

"No," I say, shaking my head and grabbing onto her hand. "No freaking way. Besides, I wasn't even planning on you going to the Faerie Realm. You can stay here where I know you're safe."

Her expression falls and she slips her hand from mine. "You don't get a say in this."

"Like h.e.l.l I don't," I argue, seizing her by the waist. "I watched you for the last few days, possessed by a freaking evil queen who has Fey blood in her." I tug her roughly towards me and she gasps as I lean in, breathing hotly on her neck. "And there's no way I'm letting you go anywhere near the Fey."

She huffs a frustrated breath, but she's trembling in my arms. "Alex, this is the perfect plan-the easiest one to get Aislin and Aleesa back. Please, don't make this hard." She wiggles her arm up between us and then places her hand on my cheek. "You can be right by me the whole time. You can..." She bites her lip nervously as she glances at Laylen and Evan, then leans in, dropping her voice low enough that only I can hear her. "You can even kiss me the entire time to make sure I'm still me."

"You think you can bribe me?" I ask, trying to sound firm, but the idea of kissing her the entire time is so G.o.d d.a.m.n appealing.

She lets her lip pop free and stares into my eyes. "Just let me do it or I'll... I'll never be able to forgive myself for everything I did."

"That was Helena," I remind her. "You can't feel guilty about the stuff she made you do."

"It's not that easy."

Her eyes beg me to cooperate and even though I really don't want to, I find myself saying, "Fine."

Shutting her eyes, Gemma kisses my cheek. "Thank you," she whispers in my ear and I shut my eyes, fighting the urge to pick her up and lock her in the dungeon until I can fix all this and know she's safe.

Evan lets out a yawn, stretching his arms above his head, and then blinks his eyes repeatedly. "I'm going to have to get a quick nap if you guys want me to be a part of this." He opens and closes his hand and a flame starts to burn, but then sizzles weakly. "I'm drained and my powers are pretty much useless right now."

I let out a breath, glancing at the window and the blackness outside. "How long of a nap?"

Evan shrugs. "Like an hour, tops."

I hate waiting, yet I want to wait because I don't want Gemma to do it alone. I'm extremely conflicted, but in the end the more power we have, the better. "An hour," I say. "And then we'll go."

Laylen, who pretty much never sleeps, heads for the doorway. "I'm going to go get that book about the Lost Souls and see if I can find a way to send them back. After we get Aislin, we're going to have to move onto that problem."

Gemma lets out a breath and mutters, "I wish that we didn't have to deal with so many d.a.m.n problems."

Laylen and Evan wander out of the room and Gemma watches them leave, staring at the doorway even after they disappear. Worry courses through her and I can almost feel it inside me.

"You know you don't have to do it?" I try to rea.s.sure her and calm her down. "I can go and fix it for you. As long as Aislin comes back, it's really all the same."

She shakes her head and slides her gaze to me. "Yes, I do. I need to do it or it's going to haunt me forever." Her eyes squint as she considers something. "I do have a question, though." She walks towards the sofa, pulling me with her. "You said you could feel that I went to Nalina's; how?" She sits down without releasing my hand and I sit next to her.

I shake my head. "I have no idea. All I know is that when Helena and Annabella left your body and went into mine, something s.h.i.+fted in me and I could feel and almost see-or tell-what you were going to do."

She pouts at her lip, disappointedly. "You don't think we're connected again somehow, do you?"

"Would it be that bad if we were?" I joke, touching her bottom lip with the pad of my finger.

She nods. "I want everything between us to be real. When we had the Star's energy in us, I always had my doubts that I was the driver behind our feelings for each other; that it could be the reason for the feelings instead of me."

"But it wasn't."

"But I didn't know that until it was gone."

I eye her over, feeling her concern flow through her and into me. I don't want her to ever think that my feelings aren't real. It took me forever to let myself feel like this towards someone.

"You're the most important person to me," I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet as I stand up. "You need to understand that. I've never-ever-felt this way about someone else."

"Not even Stasha?" she questions as I lead her towards the stairway.

"I didn't feel anything for Stasha," I tell her with honesty as I step up the stairway, my body rotated so I can look at her. "Which was the appeal of dating her."

She a.s.sesses my expression, like she's hunting for cracks that will reveal that I'm lying, but I'm not. "Nothing at all?"

I shake my head, holding her gaze as we reach the top of the stairway. "I've never felt anything, except with you."

She's quiet for a minute as we walk down the hall, towards the room at the end where I've been sleeping. I don't even think she realizes where I'm taking her until I stop in front of the shut door, and then her cheeks start to turn a little red.

"What are we going to do for an hour while Evan takes a nap?" she asks, nervously.

"Whatever you want," I say, turning the doork.n.o.b.

I wait for her to say something, but she never does. Instead, she lets out a faltering exhale, stands on her tiptoes, and seals her lips to mine.

It's the best answer I've ever gotten.

Chapter 14.

Gemma I'm glad Alex didn't put up too much of a fight about my, "save Aleesa and Aislin rescue mission." When he agrees, I kiss him, relieved, yet scared because I actually have to do it now. Even though I'm a Foreseer, a Keeper, and apparently Royal Fey, it doesn't make things less terrifying. I still have the same things to lose, which is where the fear stems from.

Somehow, in the midst of the madness, Alex ends up telling me that I'm the only one he's ever loved. At first I question it, but the look on his face is genuine. I'm the only person he's ever loved and I'm pretty sure he's the only one I've ever loved.

Then he takes me up the stairs, kissing me, with this hungry look in his eyes that makes my skin tingle. We end up in his room, on his bed, kissing, slowly at first, but the more time that pa.s.ses by, the more things get heated. My skin feels like it's burning up as his palms feel every inch of me. His tongue is in my mouth and he tastes like life, full of warmth and familiarity. He's positioned above me, with one elbow propped next to my head, so his full weight doesn't bear down on me. As he runs his tongue along the roof of my mouth, I slip my hand below his s.h.i.+rt, sketching the lines of his muscles as I gasp between kisses.

Suddenly, he's pulling back, though, and I think he's going to stop. Through the darkness of the room, I can barely read him, but the trail from the moonlight shows the pa.s.sion in his eyes as he reaches over his shoulder, grabs his s.h.i.+rt and tugs it over his head.

I trace my trembling fingers over the edges of the Keepers' mark on the side of his ribcage, taking my time on each pattern of the golden flames and the black circle centering it all.

He s.h.i.+vers from my touch and it makes my body heat as he returns his lips to mine, almost violently. I open my mouth, letting him in, and he kisses the oxygen out of my lungs. Pulling away slightly, he kisses a trail down to my jawline, the arch of my neck; my body getting warmer and warmer. When he reaches my collarbone and slips the strap of my tank top down, I feel like I'm going to burst. I moan as he moves his mouth to the hollow of my neck and runs his tongue along my skin. My hands slip around him and I clutch onto his bare shoulder blades as my body arches into him.

He groans as his lips travel lower and my body bursts with feelings I've never felt before. "I love this..." he murmurs. "I love you..."

"I love you, too," I whisper, knowing out of all the words I've ever spoken, these convey the most truth. These words own me; they changed me, made me become who I am. It's the most amazing moment of my life, and for a moment, I'm just a normal girl, basking in the touch of her normal boyfriend, who she loves, knowing he reciprocates her love equally.

I never ever want the feeling to go away, but I know as soon as I open my eyes, reality will crush me, like it always does.

Chapter 15.

Laylen The mark is back. The stupid, annoying mark that'll never go away, not even with magic. I know because when Aislin removed it the first time, she explained to me that if I died again, it'd come back and there would be no way to take it off.

So, after a few months of thinking, I get to finally have a future, I'm back to where I started, which isn't that great of a place.

I sometimes get the feeling that I'm the most confused person-or Vampire, anyway-that's ever roamed the earth. I love Aislin. I really do, but I also love Gemma. Sometimes, I can distinguish between the two loves, and realize that Gemma's is more of a friends.h.i.+p thing. There are times, though, like now, when I have a hard time.

I hear Gemma and Alex going upstairs, into his room, and it's followed by a lot of noises that I don't want to hear. Finally, I get up and shut the door, silencing it. When I return back to the chair, I feel a little bit better, but I'm still distracted. I make myself focus on the book, though, and a few minutes later, I've blocked it out.

I'm actually really good at blocking things out. The whispers. The hateful comments. I can remember when I was first turned, just how much I had to block out. Back then, Aislin and Alex were pretty much pod people and did whatever Stephan, and the Keepers, told them to do.

"You can't be around him," Stephan had said, right in front of me. "He's an abomination-evil."

I wanted to show him just how evil I was. I'd even run my tongue along my teeth, pretending I was hungry, when really, I had no desire to bring out my fangs. Deep down, I really thought-very stupidly thought-that Aislin and Alex would be on my side and that they'd stand up for me, but I was wrong because they stood behind their father while he made me walk away from the Keepers, never letting me return, as he put it.

It hurt and, sometimes, when I'm with Aislin, the pain I felt back then comes back. It's hard being with her sometimes, but with Gemma, it's easy-like breathing. With Gemma, there's no painful history. In fact, her past is even worse than mine, which makes her understand me and allows me to understand her. It'd probably be easy if we were together. No complications. However, she'd always have feelings for Alex and I'd always have them for Aislin, and in the end, I don't think it'd work out.

Flipping the pages of the Lost Souls' book, I sigh, wis.h.i.+ng I didn't feel so alone all the time. Wis.h.i.+ng I could forget the past. Wis.h.i.+ng I wasn't a G.o.dd.a.m.n Vampire that was frozen in age, knowing that eventually, I'm going to have to watch everyone die.

Chapter 16.

Gemma I'm walking down a long aisle, wearing a long, black dress with red roses embroidered on it. My hair is pinned up in curls and residing in the hollow of my neck is a red, teardrop pendant. There are flowers all around me; roses, lilies, tulips. Leafy vines twist across the ground as well as around the trees and the air smells intoxicatingly of freshly fallen rain. Dew beads the gra.s.s and leaves, a light trickle falls from the sky.

My eyelashes flutter against the water as I put one foot in front of the other, moving towards a podium, trimmed with rubies and holding a silver throne. It feels like I'm walking somewhere, yet nowhere. It feels like I'm not moving on my own.

"h.e.l.lo," I call out as my feet keep moving forward.

At the echo of my voice, figures emerge from behind the trees. They are different sizes; short, tall, some are more round, others thin. The colors of their skin and eyes could make the most colorful rainbow. Each of them has one thing in common, though-they have wings.

They step to the lines of the aisle, a sheet of red carpet, dusted with white rose petals. I glance at each one as I keep walking towards the podium, towards the throne.

"What's going on?" I ask, but they all just stare at me in awe.

When I reach the end, I stop and turn around. It has stopped raining, but my skin and dress are still damp; raindrops fall down from the leaves. Gathering my dress behind me, I step backwards onto the throne. My gaze sweeps across the Faeries, and even though my mind seems confused, my body doesn't, so it lowers itself onto the throne. It feels like I belong there as I wrap my fingers around the velvety armrests. I stare out at the land, waiting for whatever is next.

The Fey move in and gather in front of me, then they lower onto their knees and bow their heads.

"Our Queen," they say in harmony. "Our ruler."

It's terrifying and my pulse races because, for a moment, I like it. For a moment, I feel powerful. For a moment, I feel like I belong here.

I wake up trembling, sweat dripping down my skin as I clutch onto the locket around my neck. I glance around the dark room, trying to figure out where I am and why there's a warm body next to me. I'm about to panic-scream-when the night's events catch up with me and my heart and breathing steady again.

"Hey, are you okay?" Alex sits up, his bare chest pale in the moonlight as he wraps his lean arms around me and delicately kisses my neck.

I nod, turning my head to look at him. "I just had a weird dream. That's all."

He cringes. He knows that sometimes my dreams aren't really dreams, but visions of the future or the past. "Want to talk about it?"

I shake my head. "No, not really."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He glances around the dark room and then a devilish grin rises on his face. "Do you want to continue where we left off?"

A blush touches my cheeks and I'm thankful it's dark. "Only if you do."

He laughs underneath his breath, lying back down and pulling me down with him. "I always do."

I rest my head on his chest and trace the lines of his muscles. "I wish everything could be just like this."

He chuckles again. "What? Me being s.h.i.+rtless?"

I slap his arm. "No." But I kind of do and he must be able to read my mind because he starts laughing harder. Resting my chin on his chest, I peer up at him. "I mean, just you and me, away from all the c.r.a.p... away from the world. I wish we could just disappear and not have to deal with any of this anymore."

He's silent for a while, his chest rising and falling beneath my chin. "We will."

I force a smile. "I sure hope so."

He tips his chin down and then, while lifting me up, he scoots down so we're at eyelevel, lying face-to-face. "It'll happen. I promise. We'll get this fixed and then we can have our time."