The Lynnie Russell Trilogy (11 page)

“Now you’re gettin’ somewhere.” Rusty’s voice came from the dark corner I’d seen him a few nights before. 

I looked as quick as I could but he wasn’t there. I got up and turned on the light to find him. Rusty Kemp wasn’t in my room with me. Only a small hint of his voice had come through.

Standing in front of my bedroom door I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The black stone on the necklace was glowing purple. A purple brighter than the purple blood that I’d seen from all those souls I’d sent to God. I stared at it for a long time, waiting it for it to do something. I waited for it to burn me up like the abomination I was.

I felt a burning and scratching down my spine. The stone changed its color to a bright green.

“What in the hell?” I said, beginning to freak out but terrified that Garret would come in if I got too loud. Besides, a glowing stone wasn’t the weirdest thing I’d seen in that week.

The burning on my back got worse. I pulled off my robe and turned to look at it in the mirror. Black slashes and lines spread up my spine from the middle of my shoulder blades to the small of my back. The lines and slashes sat on a long straight single line that went right up the center of my back.

“What the hell is this now? Now I gotta explain some ridiculous tattoo?” I asked whoever was listening in a voice so low I nearly didn’t hear it.

I remembered what nana’d said about Percy and his marks.

These must be my marks, I thought. “Well, crap.”

The burning cooled down and the stone stopped it’s glowing. I stood and stared at myself in the full mirror. It was the same mirror that I’d seen my fiery eyes that night Garret almost found me. I looked at my human body. A fairly nice, womanly figure. The body of a twenty year old I guess. I knew then that if Percy Glendon really was what I am now, there was a damn good chance I would be like him. I’d be in the body of a twenty year old until some idiot witch women decided to do some stupid spell and change somebody else. I figured so anyway.

“Then they’d eat me up. If I’m like Percy, I’ll die in the woods in this fairly nice, twenty year old body,” I said to my reflection. 

The sun was starting to get closer to the mountains. It was time to sneak out for the first time. Just in case Garret got wise, I left a note on my bed. It said only, “Needed out. I’ll be back. Love you. Lynn.”

I pulled on some ugly old clothes and pushed myself out the vinyl covering the window.

I knew Garret would hear my truck start up so I used an old trick. In fact, it was a trick he’d taught me years ago. I threw the thing in neutral and pushed it up the driveway. Luckily for me our drive is kind of downhill going out so I didn’t have to push hard. As soon as I got far enough away from the house I jumped in the slow rolling pick-up and fired it up.

I was proud of myself and I let it show. Aside from not crying every hour on the hour for four days straight, it was the first thing I could be proud of in a while.

Becoming

I decided to spend my night where I’d first become the beast. I drove to Blue Mountain Lake, this time I was alone. I pulled into the spot Rusty’d parked that night he…we met those women. I guess I was kinda hoping he’d be there.

The sun was almost gone behind the mountains. I watched it set from my dirty windshield. Before long I felt a tug deep in my gut. I knew it was coming. I got out and planted my bare feet into the earth. The soil was cool and moist this close to the lake.

I’d brought an extra set of clothes to go home in so I could leave my clothes on until I changed. It was more likely to run into campers or hikers up this way than on the Ozark side.

I walked around in bare feet for a while. I looked at the lake and prayed to God I didn’t kill anybody.

Around that side of the lake, up a ways from the spot of the witches and their bonfire, the woods are thicker. I walked around the lake, watching the sun move behind the mountains. I stopped at a gorgeous spot full of trees that’d shelter me from any peeping toms.

Looking out over the lake I wished Rusty would come to see me. I wanted to look at him, hear his voice. It might’ve been because Hattie told me that Rusty’d loved me for so long, or if hearing that made me realize how long I’d loved him too. It’s quite a shame the old saying, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, is true. 

The last shine of the sun was blazing over the tops of the mountains like a raging fire. I knew the time was coming. The night would come and take me over. I felt a new sense of peace this time. Maybe I was just getting used to the horrifying pain and the taste of human flesh. Maybe it was the necklace or the new marks I had. I didn’t really know why, but I wasn’t scared out of my boots sitting there waiting for the sun to sleep for the night.

“Oh Rusty, why can’t you come now?” I asked the open night air.

“It’s not his turn.” I jumped half outta my ass when a woman’s voice came from behind me.

“Who are you?” I asked her, climbing up from the spot I was sitting in the dirt.

“This visit isn’t about who I am; it’s about who you are.” The woman talked with an accent I couldn’t put my finger on, but if I had to guess it would’ve sounded something like the red haired woman from the woods. Her hair was a dark brown and her eyes were so blue they almost glowed along with her pale skin. She wore a long white dress, like a nightgown. It seemed pretty strange for a woman to be standing out by the lake in her nightgown. But then again, not the strangest I’d seen.

“And? Well? Who am I? I been waitin’ a long damn time for somebody to tell me, but nobody seems to know the answer. I sure hope a crazy woman wandering around in the woods in her lovely white gown can tell me.” I was being a sarcastic little brat, but I had good reason.

“I’m crazy?” She said in a shrill voice. Her face flew closer to mine and when she did it changed into the face of an old woman. Her dark hair turned silver and her lovely blue eyes sunk into the sockets and wrinkled around the edges. Her mouth opened wide and a scream flew from it so loud I covered my ears. It only took a second, like a flash, but the pretty young face slid into a frightening ghostly hag and back again. As quick as it happened it was gone. The woman stood in front of me just like nothing had changed.

“What the hell was that?” I asked her after I stumbled back into the dirt.

“Just a parlor trick.” She smirked. After a second she sighed and said, “Aye, gammy cu.” Her accent made whatever she said to me seem that much more hateful. “My name is Avery.” She rolled her eyes a bit and slumped her shoulders like she didn’t want to be standing in the woods talking to a little barefoot redneck girl. “The powers that be have charged me to be your guide.”

“You’re here to help me?” I asked her so hopeful it hurt.

“No, I’m here to tell you how to not get yourself killed, then I’m gone.” Her voice made it perfectly clear she was not interested in being my friend.

“What am I?” I asked her trying not to beg.

“Godshite, get off the dirt and stand up. I can’t look at you down there in the muck.” The Irish woman in the white gown was obviously annoyed with me. I couldn’t blame her: I was in quite a pitiful state.

I did like I was told and stood up to face the strange lady. “A’right, now what?”

“Now, you shut up and listen.” Without any warning she let me in on my long standing secret. “You are a sidhe, a part of an ancient sect of fae…”

“Fae? Like a fairy?” I smiled at the thought.

“Not your American fairy with wings and all’at. Fae, true fae, are not sparkling little creatures flittin’ about it the woods, eh. Some are rotten little mogs, causing mischief and havoc. But there are some, like us, that have a job set out. You are a special kind of sidhe, you are in fact one of a kind. You are the only living breathing Cu Sidhe in this dimension. Now, doesn’t that make you feel special?”

“Umm, what?” I didn’t know how to handle what I was hearing.

“Look, I don’t have all night. And by the look of it, neither do you.” She nodded her head in the direction of the setting sun. “Here it is straight; you got caught up in a mess of magics. You turned into the little beasty, killin’ people and such. You killed poor Percy. Now, you got your hands on the Black Sentry.”

“I got my hands on what?” I felt like a complete idiot.

“That pretty little trinket ‘round your neck, Black Sentry. Magic as old as the beast you are. Said a little spell did’ya? Got the markin’s?” I just stared at the woman and nodded my head up and down. She sighed at me like I was dumbest most pitiful thing she’d ever set eyes on. “Ogham symbols. Part of the magic that keeps you what you are. Death. Meta. Power. Feral. Instinct.” She held up a finger for each word. “Ancient, powerful, and now yours. You sealed the deal love.”

“Sealed what deal? I did this? I could’ve stopped this?” I was nearly screaming at the woman in the white dress. Panic hit me that in the time I spent finding what I was, I was might’ve been ensuring that I’d stay that way.

“There’s no stoppin’ it!” She yelled in my face. “From the day you were born this was your fate. Accept it.”

The woman leaned close to me. Pushing her words into my face.

“You will bid the will of death until the day you die or another takes your place. You will never age. You will act as the bearer of revenge, justice, and punishment from this day forward.” She sounded downright annoyed that she had to say these words to me. Sounded like she’d said them more than once, for a very long time.

“I am punishment.” I said, my voice sounded hollow. Like I was talking into a can. I stared off passed the woman in front of me.

“Listen to me.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and stretched out each word like I was some kinda stupid. “You are a magical creature. You are Cu Sidhe. You are death.”

“I am death.” For the first time in the week it took to get the answer I’d been searching for, I knew what I was. I accepted what I was told. Accepted what I was. “I am Cu Sidhe”

“There you are, love.” The woman smiled and nodded her head as if she was proud of me. Proud of my acceptance. “If only your granny’d done the same poor Percy might still be alive.”

My eyes shot in her direction. She knew my nana.

The pain came then, as it should, right on time. A searing shot like a hot poker in the pit of my gut stopped my mouth from making words. Stopped me from asking the woman about nana.

Time was up. The night came to steal my body and replace it with a killer, with death. I fell to my knees at her feet. The stone hanging from my neck glowed a purple so bright I had to close my eyes.

“Damned humans have no business being sidhe. They don’t have the soul for it.” She talked like nothing was happening. Like I wasn’t twisting around in the dirt. Like I wasn’t becoming that beast right before her eyes.

I tried to talk. Tried to ask her about nana and Percy, but I was too late. The sun had disappeared behind the mountains and the darkness of the night to come filled the sky. My body collapsed and I fell on my hands from the pain in my gut. My back arched and a holler came from my throat that I’d never heard before. A beastly howl spewed from my human body. Beast and girl, one being, one mind, one soul. I’d accepted my fate, made a choice. And for the first time I was, truly, becoming.

Meta, Power, Instinct, Feral, Death

Fae, true fae, are ruthless creatures. Many have a purpose set out since the beginning of man and beast. My purpose was death. Vengeance. Justice. Punishment.

That night at Blue Mountain Lake I was born, for the second time. A beast. Cu Sidhe.

This is the part of the story where the action begins.

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