Malevolence - Legacy Series Book Two (The Legacy Series) (18 page)

           
“Chrissy, if she’s at the farm.
 
I don’t mind the estate part, but please call me Abel,” I said.

           
“Yes sir,” Patty replied.

           
I laughed a little.
 
“Patty, I’m seventeen; sir is still a few years down the line.”

           
“
Yesssss
, no sorry…Abel, I will tell Gwen you asked me to call you Abel.
 
Chrissy is there and she is awake.
 
You two must have read each other’s mind; she called over her to find out if you had called.
 
Hold on a second while I connect you.
 
I hope you’re having a fun vacation Abel.
 
Bye.”

           
“Thank you, you too.” Vacation…humph, I wished.

           
“Abel?
 
Oh,
yay
! I’ve been dying to hear from you.
 
You’re not getting my texts, huh?”
 
Chrissy asked.

           
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes so I could visualize the way she looked on the phone.
 
I could see her on my bed, propped up on a pillow or two (more like a zillion) with a
Stephen King
book.
 
“Hi doll, no I haven’t had any texts from you.
 
The service around here is so hit and miss, I’m sure when I get back to the states, my phone will blow up from messages.
 
How are you?
 
Is everything okay?
 
You’re not having problems with Sam are you?
 
Parker is being nice, right?”
 
I blurted out incredibly fast.

           
“No, no I mean yes, everything is fine.
 
I just miss you.
 
I want to Skype but my earphones are missing and everyone else has ear-buds and I’m sorry, I can’t share earwax with them.
 
Ew
,
blech
,” she said.
 
“Are you guys okay?
 
I heard about that O’Connell pack dude, what is he like?”

           
“Things are going pretty good, I guess.
 
That isn’t why I called though.
 
Well, it is a little.
 
What would you think of getting on a flight to New York and meet up with my parents?”

           
“Okay….why?”

           
“There is a private jet leaving from New York to Paris.
 
I checked the airlines and I can get you on a flight to New York today, tonight…whatever time it is there.
 
Things are going to get pretty rough and Parker has his hands full with the bitten people.
 
I’d feel better if you were with me.
 
I don’t want you alone on your flight so Parker will fly with you to New York and go back to the farm.
 
Josie will go to the farm and make sure the barrier of the farm is protected.
 
She is going to give you some herbs and an amulet to protect you.
 
She will give you a box of stuff for us.
 
Oh, before I forget….I want you to eat two of those special cookies in the freezer.”

           
“Why?
 
That’s wolfs bane isn’t it?”
 
She exclaimed.

           
“Because if someone tries to bite you, you’ll be poisonous to them.
 
I’m not convinced there aren’t werewolves helping the vampires.
 
I don’t know
why
but I’m going to find out.
 
Josie made a body spray of hellebore for me a few months ago.
 
In my bathroom you’ll find a small spray bottle, I want you to bring that with you.
 
The spray should be used sparingly; it is highly toxic to vampires.
 
Sadly, it is toxic to humans too.
 
There is a bottle of pills next to the spray bottle.
 
The pills are the antidote to the toxicity but it doesn’t always work,” I said.

           
“Sounds like loads of fun,” Chrissy said sarcastically.
 
“Here I go again, dropping everything in my life to run off with a werewolf.”

           
My anger built up for a moment, and then I realized she’s right.
 
I’m always asking her to drop everything because I need her.
 
I lowered my voice to say “Chris, I know.
 
It isn’t like I want you to be in danger, I want you safe.”

           
“I know.
 
I’m sorry Abel; it’s just been a long week without you here.
 
Of course I’ll go.
 
Good thing I had a feeling I’d end up flying out there.
 
I already have my suitcase together and my passport with me.
 
I’ll get Parker.”
 

           
I could hear the phone rustling as she carried it with her to find Parker.

 
Chapter 21. Shaman

“I shall certainly not follow you.” Brother
Lustig
~ Grimm’s Household Tales

PRU

           
Our appointment for the Vampire Museum wasn’t until three.
 
The guys were outside practicing with their stakes.
 
Mom and I called Ireland to talk to Patrick.
 
He thought it would be a good idea to send a few of his guys to Paris to help us out.
 
We worked out the
nitty
gritty with him, even though we felt like we could handle things ourselves.

           
After we hung up with Patrick, mom called Josie.
 
Last year we were in middle of a meditation within our cast circle and she got up and ran off.
 
We didn’t hear from her again until a few months later.
 
I’d always had a close relationship with her until that incident.
 
I was more cautious with her now, especially since she wouldn’t tell us why she left like that.
 
She had been my mom’s spiritual advisor for over twenty years.
 
She was the one that told my mom that I’d be a shaman.
 
She was only twelve when that happened.
 
Mom kept saying I was being too hard on her, I kept saying she wasn’t being hard enough.

           
While she was on the phone, I decided to meditate in hopes of contacting Quinney.
  
Closing my eyes I focused on the light of magic inside of me.
 
Tapping into my essence, feeling the warmth vibrate throughout my body, I allowed it to take over.
 
I lifted my head slowly, not opening my eyes until I was certain I had succeeded in my quest.
 

           
“Pru?”

           
I open my eyes, and there I was, face to face with my mentor, Quinney.
 
“Oh
Quin
, I’m so glad to see you,” I said.

           
As usual, he was sitting on a bench glider that overlooked a small pond by his compound.
 
It was always sunny but not hot, butterflies fluttered about as if they danced to a private song.
 
He was dressed in his usual cream colored linen pants and Tang influenced Chinese silk top.
 
It was one of those shirts that had the fancy silk Asian knots for buttons.
 
I was positive he had to have his tops tailor made for him.
 
He stood six foot five which intimidated the hell out of me when I first met him when I was seven.
 
Josie and I flew to Ireland so I could be trained on how to tap into my inner magic.
 
I found him handsome, his turquoise eyes felt like they could penetrate straight to your soul if you looked into them too long.
 
He started his days at five every morning, by doing yoga and Tai Chi and expected his students to do the same.
 
He taught me how to focus on visions and decipher what the messages meant.
 
To this day I still wrote in my dream journal.
 
Most of my visions came to me in dreams, I was not sure if it was the werewolf in me that keep it from happening in my awake state or not. He spent every other month in Tibet to meditate with the monks, on more than one occasion I had interrupted a Tibetan meditation.

           
He smiled at me and said, “What a pleasant surprise.
 
I didn’t have any visions of you visiting me.
 
Quite interesting.”
 
He put his hands together at his fingertips and tapped them together.
 
“Forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude.
 
It is unusual for a dream walker to come without me having a forewarning by my spirit guide.
 
What can I do for you my little butterfly?”
 
He motioned for me to sit next to him on the bench.

           
As I sat down, the butterflies fluttered all around me, almost like walking through a gnat party.
 
“We have serious problems right now.
 
Something is going on amongst the vampire community.
 
Apparently they are planning on killing my mom, in effort to force Abel to step up as the Great Wolf.
 
I’m not clear as to why, but I’m betting it has to do with his lack of experience.
 
The rumor mill is saying the vampires are planning on telling the world of their existence.”

           
“Very interesting….hmmm.
 
That does pose a problem.
 
You need to do what you can to keep Abel and your mother safe.
 
That should be your only concern right now.
 
I’ll get with my people and have a meeting.
 
Damn, just when I thought I’d have a nice little vacation.
 
Don’t worry my little butterfly,” he said.
 
He put his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer; I rested my head on his chest for a minute.
 
“I’ll seek you out.
 
 
In the time being, it looks like you may need some help.”
 
He stood, taking my hand and we walked over to edge of the pond.
 
“The ink behind your ear, it is much more than a tattoo.
 
It is a link to the rest of us and your own personal distress call. I’ve never activated yours because you were so young and I didn’t want any accidental distress signals sent.”
 
He turned to face me, taking both of my hands into his.
 
“Stand still; it won’t hurt but it might take a few minutes.
 
Ready?”

           
“Yes sir.”
 
I shivered with goose pimples all over my skin.

           
He held his head back, his arms out wide with his palms up.
 
“I bring forth what has not been completed.
 
Upon this child with the gift of sight, I unbind what has been bound.
 
Our connection will be intertwined amongst the seers of Kilkenny.
 
The land of magic, the heart of mystical creatures; with gifts we protect our own against the ones who mean us harm.”
 
He raised his hands above his head and said, “It is only a matter of a touch that will connect the bird of flight with the butterfly of knowledge.
 
Protect the secret of Kilkenny, he is the chosen one and this is his guardian.
 
Touch her now, and bring forth what has been hidden.”
 
He took my hands in front of him and turned my hands over to be palm up.
 
Above our hands were streams of light that shimmered like gold glitter.
 
It was incredible as it flowed through my fingertips.
 

Quinney’s
aura brightened all around him, in brilliant colors.
 
His aura was as if he had his own rainbow that illuminated off of him.
 
“You now have the tools to give you the sight.
 
As a seer, your ability will not be limited to the trance-like state anymore.
 
My lovely little butterfly, you will now begin your journey.
 
If you need protection all you need to do is tap your sparrow three times, in that moment one of the Others will appear, they will fight to the death to protect you and your charge.
 
Be aware that whomever you call to duty has taken an oath to be an Other, it is a very sacred position.
 
They will stay with you until their own death.
 
The Others have been trained for the calling.
 
You in particular are a priority calling and will receive the best of the best.
 
It is not to be treated lightly.
 
Many of them are men, some are women and you can call as many as you need.
 
I warn you against it though.
 
You are a warrior and have a pack to back you up, people you know and trust.
 
Currently there are about one hundred Others and of that one hundred there are approximately seventy that are not assigned at this time.
 
It takes years and years to train just one.
 
Their own journey is strenuous and many parish before earning the title.”
 
He shook his head back and forth.
 
“It really is a shame.
 
We have five that should be completed with their training in the next week or so.”