Kristi Cook - Eternal

Aidan ~ Paris, France

Flames licked at the restraints, crackling noisily as the smell of singed flesh filled the small space. My flesh. Burning, then healingthen burning again. At intervals, spikes pierced my sides, the jagged barbs tearing through skin and muscle and then retracting until the wounds healed over.

The searing pain was endless, relentless. I had no idea how long Id been there in the torch-lit chamber beneath the Tribunals headquarters. Hours? Days? Weeks?

I swallowed hard, my elongated canines scraping my lower lip, drawing blood. Blood. I needed to feed. Denied my elixir, the thirst was driving me mad. I could smell it, somewhere up above, pulsing through veins and warming the skin of the living. The metallic tang made my mouth water, made me tremble with need. I closed my eyes, fighting the bloodlust, denying it.

When I opened my eyes again, she was there, standing before me.

Violet.

The orange flames flickered across her face, throwing shadows across her cheekbones. Her mouth curved into a smile as she reached a hand out to me, beckoning me.

My heart thudded against my ribs as my hungry gaze swept over her, devouring her. I tried to call out her name, to beg her forgiveness.

Im sorry, Vi. So very sorry.

She shook her head, her brows drawn over the emerald eyes that had haunted my days and nights in this miserable, agony-filled existence that was my life since I left her.

Come back to me, she begged, her voice a ragged whisper. Please, Aidan. I need you.

I tried to reach for her, raging against the restraints that dug into my wrists, manacling me. A sob tore from my parched throat as I struggled ineffectually, the metal bruising and biting my skin, breaking my bones.

And then she began to fade away, her form dissolving like wisps of smoke that looped and curled toward the ceiling before fading into nothingness.

No.

Pure, undiluted rage filled me. Roaring like an animal, I redoubled my efforts, fighting against my restraints. It didnt take long before I began to weaken, no match for the chains that bound me.

At last spent, I sank to my knees. The flames lapped at my thighs now, reaching toward my hips. My bare chest was slick with sweat, with blood mixed with tears. I didnt even flinch when the spikes pierced my shoulders, tearing through muscle and bone.

My chin dropped toward my chest, my head bowed in defeat. Id lost her. Lost us. Any humanity left inside this monstrous body was gone, ripped away like a useless limb.

I did not deserve her. I did not deserve to live. And yet I would live, trapped in this nightmare of pain and despair for an eternity.

Violet was nothing but a dreamthe most beautiful dream imaginableand I was just a broken, burning monster.

Violet ~ New York, New York

Its been ten days, Cece! I paced back and forth, wearing a path in the rug at the foot of my bed. The hand that held my cell against my ear shook, the plastic case digging into my palm as I tried to tamp down the panic that crept into my voice. Cmon. Youve got to help me out here.

Cece sighed. I swear Im trying. Ive tried to project every single morning. I dont know what else I can do, Violet. Theres got to be some sort of shield around Mrs. Girard or somethingaround all of them. I could hear the frustration in her voice. You tried calling Winterhaven, right? Someone there has to have a cell number for her.

I shook my head. No one at Winterhaven will tell me anything. I think she must be in ParisAidan says thats where the Tribunal meets. They must have taken him there. To punish him. Torture him. I inhaled sharply, trying to banish the horrible images from my mind.

Well, they must have some sort of system to keep everything under wraps. Im sorry, Violet. Ill try again later, but dont get your hopes up.

I let out my breath in a rush. Its not your fault. Its just . . . I dont know what else to do.

Well, what about Dr. Byrne?

I shook my head. What about him?

Shes his boss. Doesnt he have any idea how to get in touch with her?

No, and it gets worse. He says shes left word that shes taken a temporary leave of absence. Dr. Ackerman is acting headmistress until she gets back.

What? Thats crazy. What the heck is going on?

I have no idea. Im losing my mind here, Cee. This past week has been a total disaster.

That was putting it mildly. Understandably, it had taken a good three days to calm Whitney down. To say that she was completely freaked out would be the understatement of the century. I mean, cmona vampire had attacked her, a vampire who happened to be her best friends boyfriend. It doesnt get much more terrifying than that. Luckily, shed managed to pull herself together enough to go to her audition at Juilliard.

Still, it had been a tense few days. After Aidan had left, intent on turning himself over to the Tribunal, Id had all these grand plans to clear him by figuring out whod tampered with his work. But I hadnt been able to focus on Aidans situation, not until Id put Whitney in a cab bound for Newark Airport.

But things werent any better after shed left. I hadnt been able to get in touch with Mrs. Girardcouldnt locate her, not even with Ceces help. And Trevors, the only one besides Mrs. Girard who might know where Aidan was, wasnt returning my calls. Id gone to Aidans town house several times and banged on the door till my knuckles bled. No response. If Trevors was there, he wasnt answering.

I was at a complete and total loss, no closer to solving the mystery of what had turned Aidan into the murderous Vampire Stalker than Id been a week ago.

You still there? Cece asked. I could hear laughter in the background. Someone was singingvery loudly and off-key.

I let out a sigh. Yeah, Im here. Sorry. I got lost in my thoughts. But hey, it sounds like theres some family fun going on over there.

Those are my cousins. I told you they were crazy. I swear, the minute I get on the phone, they start acting up. Hey, watch it! she called out. You guys are going to knock over the tree!

I couldnt help but smile, imagining Cece there in New Orleans, surrounded by her extended family, everything all festive and cheery. Glancing around Patsys apartment, I took in my lame excuse for a Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the dining room tablea little potted fir, about two feet high and topped with a red velvet bow. That was it, the only sign that a major holiday had come and gone. Which was fine by me, as I certainly hadnt felt like celebrating. Not this year. Not alone.

My phone beeped, and I glanced down at the screen. Matthew.

Hey, my Megvds beeping in, I told Cece. I better go see what he wants. He was taking his job as my protector very seriously. Not a day had passed that he hadnt either come by or called to check in. Which might be nice if it werent so freaking weird.

Ooh, Matthew, Cece said in the singsong voice she reserved for Dr. Byrne. Yeah, you better go. Give him my love.

I rolled my eyes. Shut up.

Sorry. I couldnt help myself. Cece was laughing now. Call me tomorrow, though, kay? Ill try to project to Mrs. G. again in the morning.

Okay, thanks. I hit end, then connected the call with Matthew. Hey, whats up?

Is Patsy back yet? he asked without preamble. This had become typical Matthew over the past week. No Hello, how are you or anything mundane like thathe just cut right to the chase.

No. I think shes flying in tomorrow night. Just as Id seen in my vision, shed gotten stung by a bee on a golf course the day before her scheduled flight home from Turks and Caicos. Thanks to my prodding, shed been prepared with EpiPens. Still, her reaction had been bad