Beautiful Creatures (64 page)

“True, but in this case, Lena, we would be willing to make an exception, considering our alternative. And we have found a
way to make it possible.” She shrugged. “It’s better than dying.”

Macon looked at Lena, and countered, “Could you kill everyone in your family just to be with Ethan? Aunt Del? Reece? Ryan?
Your own grandmother?”

Sarafine spread her powerful hands wide, luxuriously, flexing her powers. “Once you Turn, you won’t even care about those
people. And you’ll have me, your mother, your uncle, and Ethan. Isn’t he the most important person in your life?”

Lena’s eyes clouded over. Rain and fog swirled around her. It was so loud that it almost drowned out the sound of the shells
at Honey Hill. I had forgotten we could get killed, by either of the two battles being waged here tonight.

Macon grabbed Lena by both arms. “She’s right. If you agree to this, you won’t feel remorse, because you won’t be yourself.
The person you are now will be dead. What she’s not telling you is that you won’t remember your feelings for Ethan. Within
a few months, your heart will be so Dark, he won’t mean anything to you. The Claiming has an incredibly powerful effect on
a Natural. You may even kill him by your own hand—you will be capable of that kind of evil. Isn’t that right, Sarafine? Tell
Lena what happened to her father, since you are such a proponent of the truth.”

“Your father stole you from me, Lena. What happened was
unfortunate
, an accident.” Lena looked stricken. It was one thing to hear that her mother had murdered her father from crazy Mrs. Lincoln
at the Disciplinary Committee meeting. It was something else to find out it was true.

Macon tried to turn the odds back in his favor. “Tell her, Sarafine. Explain to her how her father burned to death in his
own house, by a fire you set. We all know how you
love
to play with fire.”

Sarafine’s eyes were fierce. “You know, you’ve interfered for sixteen years. I think you should sit the rest of this one out.”

Out of nowhere, Hunting appeared just inches from Macon. Now he looked less like a man and more like what he was. A Demon.
His slick black hair stood up like the hair on a wolf’s back before it attacks, his ears sharpened to points, and when his
mouth opened, it was the mouth of an animal. Then he just disappeared, dematerialized.

Hunting reappeared in a flash, on top of Macon, so quickly I wasn’t even sure I had really seen it happen. Macon grabbed Hunting
by the jacket and tossed him into a tree. I had never realized how strong Macon really was. Hunting went flying, but where
he should have slammed against the tree, he barreled right through it, rolling to the ground on the other side. In the same
moment, Macon disappeared and reappeared on top of him. Macon threw Hunting’s body to the ground, the force cracking the earth
open beneath them. Hunting lay on the ground, defeated. Macon turned back to look at Lena. As he turned, Hunting rose up behind
him with a smile. I yelled, trying to warn Macon, but no one could hear me over the hurricane building above us. Hunting growled
viciously, sinking his teeth into the back of Macon’s neck like a dog in a fight.

Macon screamed, a deep guttural sound, and disappeared. He was gone. But Hunting must have hung on because he disappeared
with Macon, and when they reappeared at the edge of the clearing, Hunting was still locked onto Macon’s neck.

What was he doing? Was he feeding? I didn’t know enough to know how or if it was even possible. But whatever Hunting was taking,
it seemed to be draining Macon. Lena screamed, ragged, bloodcurdling screams.

Hunting pushed away from Macon’s body. Macon lay slumped over in the mud, rain battering down on him. Another round of canisters
rang out. I flinched, rattled from the proximity of live ammo. The Reenactment was moving toward us, in the direction of Greenbrier.
The Confederates were making their final stand.

The noise from the rounds muffled the growling, an altogether different, but familiar sound. Boo Radley. He howled and leapt
into the air toward Hunting, bent on defending his master. Just as the dog sprang toward Hunting, Larkin’s body began to twist,
spiraling into a pile of vipers in front of Boo. The vipers hissed, slithering over each other.

Boo didn’t realize the snakes were an illusion, that he could run right through them. He backed away, barking, his attention
on the writhing snakes, which was the opportunity Hunting needed. Hunting dematerialized and appeared behind Boo, choking
the dog with his supernatural strength. Boo’s body jerked as he tried to fight against Hunting, but it was futile. Hunting
was too strong. He tossed the dog’s limp body aside, next to Macon’s. Boo was still.

The dog and his master lay side by side in the mud. Motionless.

“Uncle Macon!” Lena screamed.

Hunting ran his hands through his slick hair and shook his head, invigorated. Larkin wound back through his leather jacket,
into his familiar human form. Between them, they looked like two drug addicts after a fix.

Larkin looked up at the moon, and then his watch. “Half past. Midnight’s comin’.”

Sarafine stretched her arms up as if she was embracing the sky. “The Sixteenth Moon, the Sixteenth Year.”

Hunting grinned at Lena, blood and mud on his face. “Welcome to the family.”

Lena had no intention of joining this family. I could see that now. She pulled herself to her feet, soaking wet, covered with
mud from her own torrential downpour. Her black hair whipped around her. She could barely stand against the wind, and leaned
into it, as if at any moment her feet would leave the ground and she would disappear into the black sky. Maybe she could.
At this point, nothing would have surprised me.

Larkin and Hunting moved silently in the shadows until they were flanking Sarafine, facing Lena. Sarafine moved closer.

Lena raised a single palm. “Stop. Now.”

Sarafine didn’t stop. Lena closed her hand. A fire line shot up through the tall grass. The flames roared, separating mother
and daughter. Sarafine froze in her tracks. She hadn’t expected Lena to be capable of much more than what she probably considered
a little wind and rain. Lena had taken her by surprise. “I’ll never hide anything from you, like everyone else in our family
has. I’ve explained your options, and I’ve told you the truth. You may hate me, but I’m still your mother. And I can offer
you the one thing they cannot. A future with the Mortal.”

The flames shot higher. The fire spread like it had a will of its own until the flames surrounded Sarafine, Larkin, and Hunting.
Lena laughed. A dark laugh, like her mother’s. Even from across the clearing, it made me shiver. “You don’t have to pretend
you care about me. We all know what a bitch you are,
Mother
. It’s the one thing I think we can all agree on.”

Sarafine pursed her lips and blew, as if she was blowing a kiss. Only the fire blew with her, shifting its direction, racing
through the weeds to surround Lena. “Say it like you mean it,
darling
. Put some teeth into it.”

Lena smiled. “Burning a witch? That’s so cliché.”

“If I wanted you to burn, Lena, you’d already be dead. Remember, you’re not the only Natural.”

Slowly, Lena reached forward and thrust one hand into the flames. She didn’t wince, but remained completely expressionless.
Then she stuck her other hand into the blaze. She lifted her hands above her head and held the fire as if it were a ball.
Then she threw the flames as hard as she could. Right at me.

Fire smashed into the oak behind me, igniting the spray of branches faster than dry kindling. The flames raced down the trunk.
I stumbled forward, trying to get out of the way. I kept moving until I reached the wall of my invisible prison. But this
time, it wasn’t there. I dragged my legs through the inches of mud, across the field. I looked over and saw Link falling alongside
me. The oak behind him was burning even brighter than my own. The flames reached into the dark sky and began to spread to
the surrounding field. I raced toward Lena. I couldn’t think of anything else. Link stumbled over toward his mom. Only Lena
and the fire line stood between Sarafine and us. For the moment, it seemed to be enough.

I touched Lena’s shoulder. In the darkness, she should have jumped, but she knew it was me. She didn’t even look at me.

I love you, L.

Don’t say anything, Ethan. She can hear everything. I’m not sure, but I think she always could.

I looked across the field, but I couldn’t see Sarafine, Hunting, or Larkin beyond the flames. I knew they were there, and
I knew they were probably going to try to kill us all. But I was with Lena, and for just one second, it was all that mattered.

“Ethan! Go get Ryan. Uncle Macon needs help. I can’t hold her much longer.” I took off running before Lena could say another
word. Whatever Sarafine had done to sever the connection between us, it no longer mattered. Lena was back in my heart and
my head. As I ran through the uneven fields, that was all I cared about.

Except for the fact that it was almost midnight. I ran faster.

I love you, too. Hurry
—

I looked at my cell. 11:25. I banged again on the door of Ravenwood and pushed frantically on the crescent moon above the
lintel. Nothing happened. Larkin must have done something to seal off the threshold, not that I had any idea how.

“Ryan! Aunt Del! Gramma!” I had to find Ryan. Macon was hurt. Lena could be next. I couldn’t predict what Sarafine would do
when Lena refused her. Link stumbled onto the doorstep behind me.

“Ryan’s not here.”

“Is Ryan a doctor? We gotta help my mom.”

“No. She’s—I’ll explain later.”

Link was pacing on the veranda. “Was any a that real?”

Think. I had to think. I was in this alone. Ravenwood was a virtual fortress tonight. No one could break in, at least no Mortal,
and I couldn’t let Lena down.

I dialed the only person I could think of who would have no problem tangling with two Dark Casters and a Blood Incubus, in
the middle of a supernatural hurricane. A person who was a sort of supernatural hurricane herself. Amma.

I listened to the phone ring on the other end. “No answer. Amma’s probably still with my dad.”

11:30. There was only one other person who could help me, and it was a long shot. I dialed the Gatlin County Library. “Marian’s
not there either. She’d know what to do. What the hell? She never leaves that library, even after hours.”

Link was pacing frantically. “Nothin’s open. It’s a freakin’ holiday. It’s the Battle of Honey Hill, remember? Maybe we should
just go down to the Safe Zone and look for the paramedics.”

I stared at him as if a bolt of lightning had just come out of his mouth and hit me in the head. “It’s a holiday. Nothing’s
open,” I repeated back to him.

“Yeah. I just said that. So what do we do?” He looked miserable.

“Link, you’re a genius. You’re a freaking genius.”

“I know, man, but what does that have to with anything?”

“You got the Beater?” He nodded.

“We gotta get outta here.”

Link started the engine. It spluttered, but caught, like it always did. The Holy Rollers blasted out of the speakers, and
for the record, this time they sucked. Ridley, she must seriously rock the whole Siren gig.

Link ripped down the gravel drive, and then looked over at me sideways. “Where are we goin’ again?”

“The library.”

“Thought you said it was closed.”

“The other library.” Link nodded like he understood, which he didn’t. But he went along with it anyway, just like old times.
The Beater shredded down the gravel drive like it was Monday morning and we were late to first period. Only it wasn’t.

It was 11:40.

When we skidded to a stop in front of the Historical Society, Link didn’t even try to understand. I was out of the car before
he could even turn off the Holy Rollers. He caught up with me as I rounded the corner into the darkness behind the second-oldest
building in Gatlin. “This isn’t the library.”

“Right.”

“It’s the DAR.”

“Right.”

“Which you hate.”

“Right.”

“My mom comes here like, every day.”

“Right.”

“Dude. What are we doin’ here?”

I stepped up to the grating and pushed my hand through. It sliced through the metal, at least what looked like metal, leaving
my arm looking like it was amputated at the wrist.

Link grabbed me. “Man, Ridley must’ve put somethin’ into my Mountain Dew. Because I swear, your arm, I just saw your arm—forget
it, I’m hallucinatin’.”

I pulled my arm back out and wiggled my fingers in front of his face. “Seriously, man. After all the things you’ve seen tonight,
now
you think you’re hallucinating? Now?”

I checked my cell. 11:45.

“I don’t have time to explain, but it’s only going to get weirder from here on out. We’re going down to the library, but it’s
not, like, a library. And you are going to be freaking, most of the time. So if you want to go wait in the car, that’s cool.”
Link was trying to absorb what I was saying as quickly as I was saying it, which was rough.