Blood Warrior

Blood Warrior

The Alexa Montgomery Saga: Book One

H. D. Gordon

Copyright 2011 by Heather Gordon, All rights reserved worldwide under the Berne Convention. May not be copied or distributed without prior written permission. If you have this file (or a printout) you are depriving the author and publisher of their rightful royalties and are punishable under law.

As will always be, this is for my daughters, Soraya and Akira. No knight in shining armor has ever brought salvation finer than that you have given me. No love has ever been purer than that I have for you. There are no words great enough to define you. They simply do not exist.

Chapter 1

It wasn’t dead when I found it.

I’m not even sure what drew me over to the window in the first place. But, I went. I suppose I should have, even
could
have walked away at that point; let nature take its course. But, I didn’t.

Its neck was broken. Its wings outstretched and feathers riveted in a way more peacock than blackbird. I’d pushed open the window, having almost forgotten its deceitful boundary, though the glass was stained where the two had collided.

And then I tilted, just bent my upper body so that I was leaning over it. It was in pain. No, I couldn’t be sure of this, and yet, I was. I think it was the eyes that captured me, held me there until the option of walking away had faded, leaving me with seemingly no choice at all.

I backpedaled, reached out a calloused and cracked hand, and grabbed Capote off of my desk. Returning to the window, I raised the hardcover.

My hesitation was brief, but present. It was wounded beyond repair. And, somehow, I thought I was doing what it wanted; what I would want were I the broken blackbird.

Or maybe I was just justifying certain wants with inferred ones. Either way, it was the right thing. I took no pleasure in watching something suffer. Nor would I let it.

The book fell at exactly the same moment the door opened.

Chapter 2

My Mother entered the room, and I reluctantly turned to face her. I was in a good mood. I didn’t particularly want to change that. But, she was here, and that meant she had a reason. My Mother never visited for a simple chat.

Her eyes flicked briefly to the window. If I hadn’t been watching, I would have missed it. She didn’t comment. She didn’t ask about the lone black feather sticking out from under Capote. She just gestured to the bed, and I took a seat.

She had the makeup in her hand, and I refused to wince when she set it none too gently to my eye.

“There,” she said, leaning back to examine her work.

I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision and went to study myself in the mirror. My black eye was still visibly swollen, but at least the foundation she’d applied covered up some of the dark coloring. I stared at myself, almost ignoring the fact that I had become reasonably comfortable with this routine.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. It was all I ever said to her when this happened, and it occurred to me that it was strange to be thanking her for covering up an injury she had caused.

Still, I had learned long ago to enjoy these moments with her. These moments when I could
almost
believe her when she said it was necessary for me to endure the physical pain she inflicted.

“Now go,” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Or you’ll be late for school.” I nodded and grabbed my loaded backpack off its hook as I headed out the door.

“Hey, wait!” my little sister, Nelly, called from upstairs.

I was tempted to shut the door behind me and head off without her, but I knew that would only piss my Mother off. I suppose that’s why I was tempted. I felt good this morning; stronger. And, it occurred to me much later that this probably had something to do with the blackbird.

As it was, my Mother shot me a warning look as I stood in the open doorway and waited impatiently for Nelly. A few moments later, she came running down the stairs with her backpack in tow. I rolled my eyes as I took in her usual perfect and prim appearance. Her golden brown hair hung perfectly straight across her shoulders, and her makeup was light and tasteful.

We were both very pretty, but most of the time I couldn’t help but feel mildly jealous of her. I had my reasons. Believe me.

She was wearing a baby blue button-down blouse and light colored jeans. I looked down at my wrinkled t-shirt and sweatpants. Mom always got her the good stuff. At least the pants fit me nicely.

“Well, don’t you look pretty,” I said. “Can we go now?”

This earned another glare from my Mother, which I pointedly ignored by pushing the hair that had fallen out of my sloppy ponytail out of my face.

Nelly just smiled genuinely and swept past me through the open door. It was childish, but I sighed and rolled my eyes again. Nelly certainly is the diplomatic one. Me? Not so much. Still, I felt bad for making fun of her this morning. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t have to “prepare”- that’s what my Mother called it- like I did. And, truth be told, I was glad she didn’t get the same treatment from my Mother as I did. Nelly is more fragile than I am, and I wasn’t sure she could take it.

Just before I closed the door, my Mother called out to me. “Alexa-“

“I know, I know,” I said, cutting her off. “Don’t stop until we get there.”

Chapter 3

Nelly was waiting for me outside the door, and I stepped out onto the porch with her. Letting out a big breath, I steeled myself for the run ahead of us. I glanced at her, and she gave me a sympathetic smile. I smiled back because I couldn’t help it. Nelly is just that way. Her moods tend to be contagious. Also, this was one thing our Mother insisted we both do, and it was hard on both of us.

“Ready?” I asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” she replied.

I gave her another smile. It was the same response she gave every day, and I admired her for her optimism. Despite the unfair treatment from our Mother, I loved Nelly. She was all I had in this world and the only reason I hadn’t left long ago. Our Mother was right about one thing: we needed to stay together. I had to protect her. From what? I was still figuring that one out. I just knew she needed me.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s go.”

Nelly jumped off the porch and set off at an impressive rate in the direction of our school. I let her get a few paces ahead before jumping off the porch myself and racing after her. She was fast, but I was faster.

I caught up to her, and we kept up pace as we ran down the road that would take us to Levland High School. She grinned and shook her head as I fell into step just behind her.

This was another thing our Mother insisted on: always keep Nelly in your line of sight.

We didn’t talk much on this run. It was hard enough, with the three and a half mile trip just to keep up a steady pace. Our heavy backpacks didn’t make it any easier.

It could have been worse, though. Our last school had been six miles from the house and the terrain had been full of hills. This road was flat and hard-packed. Thank God for small favors.

My thoughts churned as I ran, and I actually took time to enjoy the scenery around me. We lived in a small town in Missouri, and springtime was just starting to set in.

Another thing I was grateful for. Running in snow sucks.

Inevitably, my mind soared back to the blackbird. It was impossible not to think of, especially since the day seemed to match my good mood. I had done a good thing this morning; a humane thing, and this fact seemed to fuel me as my feet pounded the dirt road.

Every blooming wildflower had its face lifted and was smiling at me, rewarding me by wrapping its sweet scent around my body. I felt like Mother Nature was thanking me, hoping I would do the same for her if she were ever suffering. And, promising me that kindness in return, should I ever need it.

The sun shined brightly in my eyes, and I was pleased that I’d remembered my sunglasses this morning. Glancing over at Nelly told me she hadn’t.

I jogged up beside her, took off the sunglasses, and held them out to her. She shook her head and forced out, “It’s okay, you keep them.” I shook my head and continued holding them out to her. Finally, she took them and put them on, nodding her thanks.

Squinting my eyes the rest of the way, I fell back a few paces behind her. It was so ingrained in me to take care of her- even in the smallest of ways- that I hadn’t thought twice about handing over the sunglasses.

Finally, I saw the school up ahead and Nelly and I picked up our pace. The sooner we reached it, the sooner we could stop. School buses were pulling in the lot as we reached the mouth of the school. Nelly and I met our destination and went to lean against the big oak tree near the school’s entrance. As I watched the students file out of their buses, I couldn’t help but feel a little envious. There was a bus that went right by our house, but our Mother insisted that running was essential.

“Bullshit,” I said, still struggling to catch my breath. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my cigarettes and a lighter. I set fire to one as I glared at the students exiting the buses.

“Don’t swear,” Nelly chastised me. “And the run would probably be easier on you if you quit that stupid smoking.”

I smirked. “It would be easier on me if I could ride the damn bus like everyone else.”

She shook her head and smiled. “Come on, or we’ll be late for class.” I nodded and threw the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. We entered the school and she gave me a quick hug before parting to go to her first period class. Nelly was a sophomore and I was junior, so we had no classed together. I wished she would have been able to jump ahead into some of my classes, like she had at our last school, she was certainly smart enough.

I watched Nelly leave, mildly annoyed as a group of her friends surrounded her, eager to swap rumors, as they were every morning. Nelly was better at that than me, I guess. I was the only one she really cared about in this world, but she could pretend her ass off that she cared about other people as well. That’s not to say that she wouldn’t help them if she could, that just meant she only
really
cared about me.

I’m sure I was just jealous, which is not something I like to admit. But, I didn’t really have any friends; I was never good at pretending. And, anyhow, people tended to avoid me. They didn’t talk to me. They usually wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Sometimes I felt like the plague personified. That’s how they behaved. As if looking into my eyes would cost them dearly; as if they would lose their soul, or be frozen solid like the onlookers of Medusa. People just tended to avoid me.

Well, most people.

“Hey, Alexa, wait up!” called a voice behind me.

I knew who it was before I turned around. The options were limited. Like I said, I had no friends.

Unless you counted Jackson Kane. Jackson was the only person who didn’t treat me like a deadly disease. For whatever reason, Jack got me. He understood me, possibly because people treated him the same way.

Jackson swung his arm up and over my shoulder as he walked alongside me, and my lips pulled upward in an involuntary smile. Usually, I’m not one for physical contact. I’m a

“personal bubble” person. But, with Jack, I didn’t mind it so much. It didn’t make me uncomfortable. And, part of me was just always amazed that he was willing to get close enough to me to touch me.

It also didn’t hurt that Jack was rather attractive. All of the girls at school were in love with him, but most of them just seemed too intimidated by him to even begin a conversation. Like me, I suppose he just has that “back off” way about him.

“What’s up, Jack?” I said.

He spoke with his thick mid-western drawl. “Um, let’s see… the sky, the clouds, the sun…”

I laughed at his weak attempt at comedy. “And, apparently, your supply of crappy jokes.”

“Crappy? Hardly, the ladies love my jokes.”

I made a show of glancing all around us. “You’re right. They’re swarming us as we speak. Better be careful with that arm around me, I wouldn’t want to start my day by beating up some jealous, potential girlfriends.”

He laughed at that. “I have no doubt you could, and really, that would be pretty hot. Not that you need to get any hotter than you already are,” he said, flashing his teeth with a smile.

I rolled my eyes and couldn’t help another laugh. Jack had a way of making me smile, which could be quite a task. He hadn’t even mentioned my black eye. Maybe today
was
going to be a good day.

But, then again, maybe not.

We walked into our first period class together and I was tempted to push his arm off of my shoulder. I knew what was coming, and I just didn’t feel like getting into it today. Still, my pride got the best of me. I’d be damned if I’d let these kids scare me away from the only person who treated me like I wasn’t some kind of freak.

Sure enough, as soon as we walked through the door, the other students in class grew silent. Then, as I had anticipated, Riley Brockman spoke up. He was surrounded by his jock friends and each one of them was dumber than the last.