Inception (The Reaping Chronicles, 1) (4 page)

Chapter Three

Gabrielle ~ Incarnation

As soon as Amaziah felt she was settled, he reluctantly left, and Gabrielle headed to the beach. She then spent the entire day with the sun, sand, sea, and humans, and now her time to be by herself for a while was coming to an end. Being alone was a rarity for her. She was normally surrounded by her brethren.

A bright flash of lightning and immediate crack of thunder sent the few remaining humans scrambling to gather their belongings from the beach as they tried to beat the downpour. Some people had been so eager to get out of the path of the storm—one that seemed particularly angry—that they abandoned some of their things.

Gabrielle scanned the discarded items—bottles of lotion, trash, scattered towels, a beach ball, and an umbrella tumbling away as if trying to outrun the wind. Gabrielle mused that the gusts were trying to push the people, even her, out of the way to safety. The storm was of no concern to her. Nothing that belonged in the human world could harm her. It was the beings who didn’t belong among humans who could make her wary, but there were few of those who caused her worry.

Gabrielle turned her attention away from the umbrella’s dance into the distance and gave it back to the water in front of her. The intensity of the surging waves had grown steadily. She stood with her feet just within reach of the fingers of water that seemed to stretch to tickle her toes, enticing her with each break of waves against the sand to come in and play for a while. The sun that had given its warmth throughout the day was setting just ahead of the storm, reflecting against the liquid horizon of the Gulf of Mexico. The fiery sky boasted shades of red, orange, and yellow that reflected and mingled on the surface of the stirring waters as gusts of wind roused the fabric of her long black dress, whipping her legs as if urging her to hurry—to move on and take shelter before the storm unleashed its rage.

As terrible as this storm threatened to be, this wasn’t the one that she was concerned with. It wasn’t a storm of rain and wind and lightning that she was here to outwit—it wasn’t the one that threatened her life. Gabrielle closed her eyes and tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, but the new thoughts that rushed in to replace them were no better.

The mental calm the tropical landscape helped her achieve earlier had waned, replaced by a familiar ache as her mind wandered to memories of Javan. She’d been on this beach many years ago. Only that day, she hadn’t been alone. She had been with him.

It was a time before humans settled the now overpopulated Florida coastline. Before she lost the only love in Heaven she could ever have. Before she had the empty space inside her she did now that was constant and as loud to her as it was silent to others. Many times she’d heard a human say, ‘It’s better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.’ She’d argue that if it was the kind of love one angel had for another of their kind, it’s better to have simply never loved. An angel who lost their Reyah will forever grieve them as if it just happened, without any chance of another in their life to ease the sorrow. It didn’t matter if that loss was due to death or if they had been cast out of Heaven, the result was the same.

Gabrielle closed her eyes, sensing the last warmth the sun’s rays would offer her face and bare arms on this day.

Now is not the time for regrets.

She pushed the sadness away, focusing instead on the Earthly sounds of seagulls calling to each other in the distance and palm fronds rubbing against their neighbors as they tossed in the wind. When she opened her eyes, the sun was on the cusp of slipping away for another day. She wished it would take the memories of Javan and her love for him with it, knowing it was a lost wish even as she made it. The light the sun lent to create the vibrant colors she’d seen moments before now conceded to the dark blues and purples of dusk—chasing the light into gloom and void. There was still just enough light to make her eyes glint like emeralds and her long waves of dark hair to shine against the ensuing shadows.

A bolt of lightning drew her attention in the direction of not only it but also a human who had been slow in leaving the openness of the beach. The length of his stride told her that he was aware of his vulnerability to the strands of electricity that were almost constantly ripping the sky apart. Gabrielle’s body tensed as the man, in his mid-twenties, began jogging toward her and smiled—looking at her a little longer than she was comfortable with.

Am I doing a good job of looking normal?

She felt a pang of worry grip her stomach as she wondered whether or not she was going to fit in here or stand out like she did in her eternal home. The reality of being so different from her brethren was completely inescapable in Heaven. She caught herself hoping, on many occasions, that things would be easier for her on Earth.

Please just let me fit in … at least here.

Another flash and crack of thunder made the man jump, and he pulled his hands quickly to his ears. He glanced over his shoulder at the storm, then back at Gabrielle.

“That storm’s going to be a real nasty one,” the man said as if he truly was concerned about her safety. A slight scowl reinforced the worry in his tone.

She just smiled and nodded. His concern, though kind, was wholly misplaced. But he would have no idea of that—at least, she hoped he wouldn’t suspect.

She looked around to see if she drew any other attention but there wasn’t anyone left. They’d heeded nature’s threats. Even if they did notice the seventeen-year-old standing at the water’s edge, they probably wouldn’t take enough time to realize she was, somehow, different.

They don’t notice the fantastical side of their world at all.

The thought both relieved and disturbed her.

Gabrielle turned her attention back to the sunset as she, once again, tried to distract herself from her thoughts and recalled her day.

She’d spent the day under a much different sky, one full of sunlight and cotton clouds, experiencing the added sensations her human senses allowed—senses she had no need of in her true form. She was enjoying being incarnated this time more than any before. It was the first time she’d been on Earth for more than a few minutes without drawing the unwanted and dangerous attention of every demon within a hundred miles. All thanks to the Aegis Veil.

While spending part of the day walking slowly in and out of the shops along the road running parallel to the beach, enjoying the protection the veil offered, she discovered the blissful taste of mint chocolate chip ice cream. She loved the way the cold slipped down her throat but didn’t understand why it caused her to shiver and get little raised bumps on her tan skin. To her relief, they went away as quickly as they appeared. It had been a nice change from the heat of day, and she looked forward to another scoop before she made her way to her temporary home.

The task ahead was going to be difficult, and she hoped she was doing the right thing. It made little difference if she was one of the most powerful angels Yahuwah ever created if she couldn’t figure out how to make humans have faith again. So many from her home, as well as here on Earth, were relying on her success. She and her brethren were losing the battle that had been waged between Light and Darkness for thousands of years. It was beginning to slip through their fingers so fast that Gabrielle was concerned the decision to live here had been made too late.

This was all she could do, though.

This, and handling karma—making sure people receive the appropriate rewards or punishments for their choices. Free will is a wonderful gift, but so many used theirs without a conscience now, and humanity’s lack of conscience was the biggest obstacle to winning the war.

Gabrielle breathed the warm, moist sea air into her lungs, stretched them as far as she could and exhaled slowly. She needed to clear her mind of her concerns.

Just concentrate on your goal.

It was difficult to ease her tension. Her job had been affecting her mood more harshly every day. As much as she loved her position as The Angel of Karma, she hated the hostility she found herself experiencing most days—a nasty repercussion of dealing with so much bad karma. Handing out a little more good karma would go a long way in making her less edgy.

Closing her eyes, she tried to listen only to the waves. They were coming in at a more rapid pace as the angry clouds grew closer.

Soon, there won’t be more than a heartbeat of time between each break of waves.

Her focus on the sound wasn’t what soothed her troubled thoughts. It was the image of the young man. She loved seeing this stranger’s face pass into her mind’s eye. She loved it, and at the same time, was frightened that she loved it. She didn’t know who he was—the young man with the blue eyes she wanted to retreat into. She
did
know the feelings she seemed to be having for this human were forbidden, something she couldn’t act upon.

I can’t have the love of a human any more than I can have it from any angel other than Javan, unless I join the Fallen … and that will never happen.

The human, at least his image and the way it made her feel, was Gabrielle’s, and no one knew it but her. Not even Amaziah—especially not Amaziah. He would be furious with her if he knew. She would keep the vision of him to herself as long as she could, and one day, he would appear in front of her. She would wait for that day. And, at least for now, he was hers and only hers.

My little secret.

All too soon, the vision ended, and so did the peace it loaned her for that moment. Peace she so desperately needed. Gabrielle took another deep breath, this one involuntary. She huffed out a sharp sigh.

Lightning weaved its white coils across the twilit sky once again, followed instantly by a crack of thunder so earsplitting it made the ground tremble.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Gabrielle asked the storm defiantly, feeling the desire for a fight. She wished it really was a foe coming upon her instead of rain and wind.

As she turned and moved away from the horizon that had just swallowed the sun and its light completely and began walking toward her new life—a life that would be surrounded by the oppressive shadows of Darkness—she felt a foreboding stirring deep in her core. It accompanied a Knowing she prayed would not come to be.

There was a storm … one that could bring her end, and it loomed on a horizon invisible to the humans it so greatly affected. But Gabrielle could see it. It was coming fast and true. The rain it spilled would be the blood and tears of angels, the lightning from Divine weapons striking, the thunder from the screams of pain born from Yahuwah’s angels and the Fallen.

Gabrielle shivered. As her body trembled, she wanted to believe the chill was from the absence of the warm rays her human flesh now missed, but she knew it was from the heaviness that accompanied the Fallen and those who lived in Shadow—from Darkness caused by far more than an absent sun.

Chapter Four

Gabrielle ~ First Impressions

Time moved so slowly on Earth, at least compared to what Gabrielle was accustomed to. She still hadn’t adjusted to the difference. It made her uncomfortable in a way, feeling like she was missing something important back in Heaven. Or that whatever—whoever—was causing the feeling of dread that had settled on her since arriving on Earth two months ago had way too much time to put their dark plans in motion. Regardless, she thought it was possible, even if she spent years constantly living as a human, she’d never feel comfortable with the difference in how time flowed.

She’d been feeling like something or someone was coming. Looking at her reflection in her car’s visor mirror, she saw her mouth and brows move in unison as she frowned. Whichever it was, it wasn’t good.

“Not good at all,” she said to herself.

Even the dreams she now had because of her human form were unpleasant, though she only woke with fuzzy memories of them. At times, she would wake to her screams echoing off the walls of her bedroom, her eyes frantically searching her surroundings, panting and sweating like she’d been running a race.

It was fitting, though. She was in a race against the clock to find out what she needed to in the short amount of time she’d been given. No matter how slow she felt time in her human body was going, she knew it would be coming to end faster than she wanted.

“Let it go, Gabrielle. There’s nothing you can do about your damn feelings that
something’s
coming,” she scolded her image in the mirror. She glared back at herself, as if the stare was going to drive the statement home and make her actually heed the words.
In a frustrated swipe of her hand, she flipped the visor up, sending it hard against the roof of the car. She momentarily let the frustration consume her.

She was going to have to calm down before getting out of the car. Earning the reputation as an angry, unapproachable teen on the first day of what was supposed to be her senior year was not what she wanted. Her job wasn’t helping to keep that intense side of her from coming to the forefront of her personality, though.

She glanced at the time on her cell phone for what was probably the tenth time in as many minutes. She’d hurried herself this morning, wanting to arrive early to begin observing her classmates.

Now, she wished she’d taken her time.

Her nerves were starting to show but not from being scared. At least that’s what she told herself.

Why would The Angel of Karma be scared of a bunch of teenagers?

It was anxiety that stemmed from hoping she had done a good job in her attempt to look like a normal teen. She watched the students milling around campus, scrutinizing their clothes, hair, makeup, and shoes—their mannerisms and how they interacted with each other.

Now … she was waiting.

Even in the early morning sun, her car was beginning to warm while sitting in Hillsboro High’s parking lot. She felt her skin begin to stick to her shirt that was pressed between her and the leather of the car’s seat as it dampened from sweat. She turned the car on, switched the air conditioner on high, and put her face in front of one of the vents. The summer was almost over, but unusually high temperatures that had been the norm over the last couple of months in Tennessee continued.

Hillsboro High was one of the older schools in Nashville. It was chosen because of its diversity. There were many races and economic classes represented as well as an eclectic group of cliques. There were the usual ones found at any campus: jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, and brains. But there were many others including goths, punks, rockers, hipsters, thespians, and artsy kids. It was a wonderful group to study, and a great place to get many different backgrounds to supply the varied perspectives, opinions, and conflicts of humans.

Many of Gabrielle’s peers thought it better to be in a larger city like Paris, New York, Venice, or London. But she was told Yahuwah felt it was useful to be in a mid-sized city, Nashville, so she could get a better feel for what people were dealing with in a more balanced environment. Nashville was just right. Not too big or too small, too fast or too slow, too exciting or too boring—a happy medium.

So, here she was, waiting for this endeavor to really start. She’d been living among humans for two months now, getting accustomed to her new body and its emotions, but the real test and fun was about to begin—high school.

The decision to live as a teenager was her own. It seemed to be the most logical choice to learn which direction humanity was moving. Though she’d been sure of this plan in the beginning, she’d had doubts over the last two months. There had been several occasions she felt the war was already lost, that her time here was going to be a waste. Later, she would decide that the feeling was caused by her new human emotions and thoughts.

There’s no way I will ever give up … not until my life is over, and the choice to fight is no longer mine.

Light flutters began in her stomach that seemed to grow more intense with every second that ticked off the clock. She wondered what was causing them.

Could one of the Fallen be near?

The nausea she associated with them wasn’t present though, so she decided it must be nerves.

This was one of the things she hadn’t been able to fully grasp when committing to live here—feeling, understanding, and dealing with human emotions and sensations. She knew she’d deal with them; that was the point of being here. But she didn’t appreciate how
deeply
she’d feel them, how much it would confuse and cloud her normally clear thinking. Things like what other humans or her brethren thought of her, whether or not she was going to succeed in this task, worrying about mistakes, wanting the people she met to like and accept her—so many things were exceptionally important to her while in human form.

“Yeah, the acceptance thing won’t go away,” Gabrielle said to her empty car. It was frustrating. She had hoped it wouldn’t be as hard to feel accepted here. Now, she thought it was going to be harder.

The impact and intensity of her thoughts and emotions were felt so markedly in this body. It was jarring to her mind, at times, just how thoroughly things affected her. Even early on in this experience, she was beginning to understand how volatile these emotions and thoughts were and how it could become difficult to make the right decisions with so many differing stimulations. It was increasingly clear how profoundly they could mess with a human’s mind, especially when dealing with the desire to have one person in particular in their life.

Gabrielle closed her eyes and brought forth her mental picture of the young, blue-eyed man. She smiled immediately. She could see him whenever she desired. She had practiced over the last two months. Her mind’s eye would call for his face, and it would appear. She did it often, especially when she needed to calm herself.

The intensity of the wantings it dredged up in her was confusing … and worrisome. There was a desire to be near him, protect him, know him—hold and kiss him. The last sent a chill through her, and she let her eyes open slowly as the thoughts of living in the real world came into her mind—the world she lived in where angels weren’t allowed to have that kind of relationship with a human. And yet, she thought she was finding herself wanting one with him—a relationship that was absolutely forbidden.

“Okay … don’t get carried away. You haven’t even met him.”

She didn’t know what to make of it. Was developing this urge simply because of her human body’s emotions and thoughts?

Yeah … that must be it.

One thing was obvious to her after two months. There was going to be a lot to get used to. Humans have more to deal with than she’d ever given them credit for. She took a deep breath as she watched the other students arrive, and after many of them made their way into the school, she decided it was time to immerse herself in teenage life.

Cutting the engine and gathering her things, she took one last look at her reflection in the mirror. Intense green eyes stared back at her. It was funny how much she found herself interested in her appearance now. Just one of the many things angels didn’t concern themselves with. Satisfied her makeup was still where she’d put it and her long dark hair was still placed in a loose, messy up-do, she gathered her things and opened her car door.

“Whoa! Watch it!” a male called out, agitation edging into his voice.

Startled, Gabrielle looked up and saw the person the voice belonged to. A tall, dark-haired teenager. His eyes—the blue ones from her visions—fixed upon her, and she saw the crease between his brows begin to relax. The straight line of his mouth was replaced with a slightly crooked grin. Her breath hitched, and Gabrielle couldn’t stop a smile from stretching her face while they stared at each other as if entranced. The flutters that filled her stomach seemed to be waging an all-out war as they pinged around out of control.

It’s him.

It was the human she’d been catching glimpses of in visions and dreams. The one whose face alone brought her unexplained happiness, whose smile made her own fixed. It was hard to believe, after all this time and countless occasions of seeing him in her mind, that he was standing in front of her. She felt the stirring deep inside of her that had become a part of every thought she had of him. It was like her soul was trying to escape to be with his. After several more moments of staring, Gabrielle snapped out of the spell.

“Umm … I’m
so
sorry!” Gabrielle said, trying to calm her fleeting pulse. “I wasn’t paying attention …
obviously
. Did I hit you?” The rambunctious flutters increased their chaos in her stomach. Gabrielle had never been so unsure of herself even though he wasn’t any kind of threat. He wasn’t stronger, faster, more skilled, or more powerful … he was human. Just a human who could do no harm to her at all, yet she was uncomfortable with what to say, or do, next.

What an odd thing …

“No, not at all,” he said as his smile grew. She could tell just by the shade of his skin that he had enjoyed a lot of time outside over the summer. He looked more like the guys in Florida who spent every waking moment possible on the beach or in the water. She found herself instantly curious about him.

What do you do around here to get a tan like that?
Whoa
! Enough, Gabrielle.

A flood of questions threatened to spill out of her mouth like a possessed inquisitor. Instead, she let herself get lost in them quietly. She wanted to know who he was, where he lived, what he liked to do, and if he had a girlfriend. The last jolted her back to reality. It was dangerous for her to have these thoughts, to feel what she was feeling—dangerous and exhilarating.

Seriously, put a lid on the crazy. A fantasy is just that … a fantasy.

But he was making that difficult. He was still staring intensely—as if he was able to look deep inside her and was learning more with each beat of her heart. Warmth rose in her cheeks. It left Gabrielle feeling vulnerable though open to his curiosity at the same time. She thought she would tell him anything he wanted to know. All he had to do was ask, and she would give him all the secrets of his world—the one he believed to be reality and the fantastical one that was around him. She saw his expression change to pure curiosity as he returned from wherever his mind had taken him.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I moved to town in June. Are you sure I didn’t hit you?” Gabrielle put her foot on the ground to begin to get out, and he offered his hand to help her. Smiling more broadly as she did, Gabrielle reached for his hand. Not that she actually needed it, but she was enjoying the moment. More than that, she didn’t want to do anything that might signal that the exchange between them was over. As she closed her hand around his and began to stand, feeling the heat from his skin joined with hers, a tingle swept through her. It was soothing, but staggering. Her body swayed, and she heard her pulse swooshing rhythmically through her ears.

He moved to steady her, but they stumbled against Gabrielle’s car, his body pressing against hers. The backpack that had been in her hand—the hand now on his chest and could feel his heart racing beneath it—had fallen carelessly to the ground. His face was so close to hers that anyone watching would have thought they were about to kiss. Gabrielle’s cheeks warmed as the blood that had been thrumming past her ears rushed to her face. The abundance of sensations was unfamiliar and left her even more confused about how to act.

On his face, inches away, a smile replaced the look of concern that had appeared as he tried to keep them from ending up on the ground, saving them from a humiliating beginning to their first day of school. “I guess this would be a good time to introduce ourselves … since I normally don’t find myself pressed up against a girl without at least knowing her name.” Gabrielle felt his breath warming her cheeks, unless it was her face becoming an even more brilliant shade of red. “I’m Lucas. Lucas Watkins. And you are?”

“Oh … umm, I’m Gabrielle Trayner.”

After a few more seconds, Lucas released his grip and moved his body off hers. Gabrielle found herself relieved and disappointed. She liked the way his muscles felt under her hands and against her body. She liked the slow burn that swept through her when they touched.

These things also alarmed her.

“Nice to meet you, Gabrielle. We better be getting inside. They might let you off the hook for being late since this is a new school for you, but I’ve spent three years here. I can’t use the same excuse.” Lucas made no move to leave. “Would you like for me to walk you to the office so you can check in, or do you already have a class schedule?”

“Thanks, I already have it. I registered a couple of weeks ago. But I would really appreciate it if you could point me in the right direction.” Gabrielle didn’t need help; she was simply trying to linger with him. Wanting to remain near him warred with the need to get away so she could regain her composure.