The Siren (Laments of Angels & Dark Chemistry Book 1) (23 page)

“You gotta be kidding me,” Lucienne cursed. “Damn robot!”

“Wrong again, little Siren. I’m more advanced than any robot or human.”

With a snarl, Lucienne slashed her whip toward the giant. It wrapped tight around his thick neck. Lucienne yanked the whip, intending to break his neck, but he grabbed the whip and hauled, pulling her toward him.

Lucienne reacted faster than her twisted whip. As she flew toward her enemy, she yanked a combat knife from her boot and plunged the blade into his heart.

The hilt of the combat knife vibrated violently as the blade bent against the man’s chest. Crying out in pain, Lucienne let go. Her palm was bleeding from the impact.

Fear floated in Lucienne’s eyes, and the man saw it, reacting with a cold smile. Her heart pounding against her aching ribcage, Lucienne recited Kian’s teaching silently
, Fear isn’t my master. I master fear.
Then a rush of adrenaline swelled in her. Her fear was replaced by fury.

An arm thicker than her leg threw a punch. Lucienne bent backward and dodged the blow. She whirled around and jumped in the air, striking a death point on the man’s chest with a booted foot. He staggered back a few feet. Meridian acupoints didn’t work on him either. Lucienne swept a second knife in a powerful arc and slashed across the giant’s throat, hoping that would be his weak spot.

The sharp blade didn’t even scratch his skin. The man elbowed Lucienne before the blade left his throat. Lucienne managed to duck. The brutal force missed her head but hit her between her shoulder and her heart. It was like being rammed by a hurtling train. Lucienne flew backward.

She heard a sickening sound of bones cracking and tissues tearing as she collided with the ground. A wave of heat surged through her throat. A fountain of blood spurted out of her mouth, spilling onto her white leather coat and the man’s bare chest and pants.

With a satisfied expression, the man bent to study Lucienne. “The last female Siren is no longer powerful but a whimpering mouse caught in a death trap,” he said. “I’ll not allow you to be Ashburn Fury’s downfall. When I end you, the line dies with you.”

“The Lam’s line . . . has endured tens of thousands of . . . years. I’m only a drop . . . in the ocean,” Lucienne said with effort. “Even you . . . can’t drain the . . . ocean.”

The man tried to rub Lucienne’s blood off his pants, but only smeared the stain wider. “The rest of them don’t matter. Only you carry the lethal gene. Niamh’s blood flows in you. I failed to stop her, but I won’t fail this time. Blame yourself for being born in the wrong century.”

“Why is it . . . the wrong . . . ?” Lucienne forced her question out. Every breath hurt, but she needed to get as much information from this lunatic as she could, and in the meantime, stall him. She knew her men must be trying to get into this pit right now. Even if they failed—most likely they would—she might still find a way out if she could buy more time.

“You were born into the same generation as Ashburn Fury, the Destined One,” the man answered.

“Why is he . . . so special? Is . . . it because of his . . . genetic code? Are you his . . . biological father?”

The man smiled with white teeth. It was stunning, but no human smiled like that, at least not a good human. “Sorry, I’d love to keep chatting but I must hurry. Ashburn will get down here any minute.” He plunged his mighty fist toward Lucienne’s skull. She rolled out of its way at the last second. His fist slammed hard into the ground but made no sound.

Timing was crucial when facing such a deadly force, and by will of steel, Lucienne ordered her body to move. But she had no illusion as to how long she could last. Her body would finally give in and override the commands of her brain.

“Wait,” Lucienne called, her voice hoarse. The pain in her body was excruciating. Sweat broke out over her face. Her back was also soaked, though whether by sweat or blood, she wasn’t sure.

“It can’t wait any longer,” the giant said, his hand reaching for her neck. Just as Lucienne feared, her body refused to move an inch this time. Even though her will was made of steel, her body was only flesh. The giant tore off her scarf, and his massive, cold hand locked onto her neck.

Lucienne stared into the face of death as the villain tightened his grip around her throat.
This pit will be my grave,
she thought. Her bones would dry out here. In the end, she was forced to abandon all who loved her, trusted her, and put their hopes in her hands. Vladimir, Kian, Aida, Ziyi, and all her fierce warriors’ faces flashed before her.
I’m sorry
, she said silently.
You’re on your own.

Her cognac brown eyes burned the last residue of fire, wanting more than anything to cremate her enemy to ashes as she plunged into the dark abyss.

“Farewell, Niahm,” the man said without emotion. “And don’t worry about your men in Nirvana. They won’t be going back home either.”

Lucienne felt the life slipping out of her as air seeped out of her lungs.
Do something!
She sent her thoughts to her magical mark.
If you have any real power, any at all, then save me, your last Siren.

No power flared from her mark, but amid the expansive blackness, Lucienne spotted the outline of a figure.  

Ashburn lunged, slamming the giant away from Lucienne and cutting between them. Lucienne heard Ashburn growling, “What the hell are you doing, Seraphen?”

Ashburn seemed to have recovered from the fall. Lucienne blinked in surprise. Like her, he regenerated much faster than a normal human. 

“Protecting you from her,” Seraphen said. 

“She’s helpless.” Ashburn turned to look at a bloody Lucienne, who was clenching her teeth and suffering the agony in silence on the cold ground. Ashburn’s sorrowful look turned vindictive. “And you’re just going to murder her like that?”

“She can’t live. She’ll lead you and everyone to destruction,” Seraphen said. “You know deep inside she’ll become the tool of the Exiles. If they come back, it will be over. Take her out, and we buy ourselves another ten thousand years.”

“I’m the other part of the equation, a danger to the world, too, and maybe even more so than her.” Ashburn’s tone was acid. “Why don’t you take me out instead?”

“I didn’t come to eliminate your line,” Seraphen said. “When she’s out of the picture, you’ll be harmless. Without a catalyst, there will be no reaction.”

“You don’t know that! You said you’d been dormant for too long and that part of your memories were lost, and some were completely damaged.”  

“A malfunctioned . . . creature.” As Lucienne spoke, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

“You don’t really know that the Exiles’ purpose is to match her with me,” Ashburn continued. “If there’s indeed such an absurd program set a million years ago.”

“Your reunion will bring an end to the world,” Seraphen said. “We can’t take the risk!”

“I’ll never touch her,” Ashburn said. “So you can stop hurting her!”

“Don’t do this, Ashburn Fury! Don’t make the same mistake I made. I should have ended the first Niamh, but I was as smitten as you are now, so the Exiles found another opportunity to come back. Believe me, boy, she’s the Siren—the seducer. The more you see her, the more helpless you will become. While she sings you the song, she lures you to destruction.”

“Sing . . . like . . . this?” Lucienne struggled to breathe out. She mustn’t let Ashburn be persuaded by this lunatic, this damaged creature, before she passed out and never woke up again. Ashburn already believed they were a threat to each other. “If you want . . . to murder . . . me, then go ahead . . . Stop poisoning Ash . . . with your . . . ridiculous theory.”

Ashburn darted a glance at a broken Lucienne before turning back to Seraphen, his anger burning brighter. “You’ve set your mind on a one-way path that can’t be reversed. If you ever try to hurt her again, I’ll find a way to terminate you!”

“Don’t be a fool!” Seraphen crouched like a tiger before Ashburn, ready to jump over him to strike Lucienne. “Think about this: who fed you to the Eye of Time? She won’t hesitate to finish you off if it comes down to you or her. And the day will come. Let me end her now to save us much trouble. You don’t need to watch. It’ll be very fast, and she’ll suffer no pain.”

“You beat me . . . to a pulp and . . . call this  . . . no pain?” Lucienne laughed and coughed. Oh, damn, it hurt, but she kept on. “You’re  . . . a pathological liar. I’ll never . . . hurt Ash. When I saw . . . the Eye could really hurt him . . . I caged it. I have remorse, but you . . . have . . . no conscience. You told Ash . . . lies . . . to serve your agenda.”

“See how dangerous she is? She’s trying to put a wedge between us.” Seraphen said.

“Enough!” Ashburn raised a hand, black lightning flaming at his fingertips. “Back off, Seraphen. Leave here!”

“You can’t kill me either, Ashburn Fury,” Seraphen reminded him. “No human can.”

“I can hurt you,” Ashburn said. “The lightning and fire I inherited from the Eye of Time can make you very uncomfortable.”

“You can’t stop me from doing my duty,” Seraphen said.

“If you kill her, I will kill myself and end my line, so you’ll still fail the contract.” 

Seraphen looked darkly at Ashburn. Then he rose. In an instant, he disappeared without a sound.

Kneeling beside Lucienne, Ashburn drew a sharp breath. His trembling hand brushed her blood-matted hair away from her face. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was regenerating inside the glass elevator. It is in the outer part of the Rabbit Hole. I didn’t want to stay in here with Seraphen. I should have come down earlier when I couldn’t sense you.”

“Take me up . . . to my men . . .” Lucienne said. “My doctor’s waiting . . . don’t want the . . . mad dog to . . . harm him.”

“Shush, don’t talk.” Ashburn gathered her up in his arms, letting her head lay on his lap. “I’ll take care of you.” His hand unzipped her blood-stained coat and then unbuttoned her shirt.

“What . . . are you . . . doing?” Lucienne cheeks burned with rage and vulnerability, despite the familiar pleasurable vibration pulsing through her at his touch. Was she now an easy target for him? First beaten, and then sexually assaulted? But she was unable to lift a hand to defend herself. If the Fury boy went further, she prayed the prohibition on her virtue would burn him ten times more painfully than it had burned Vladimir. 

When Ashburn exposed her leopard-print bra, she commanded him in a husky voice, “Stop it . . . Ashburn . . .  Let me . . . go!”

Her mind power didn’t work on him. But he snapped his attention to her face, reading rage and accusation in her eyes. “You thought I—” His face burned red as he shook his head. “I would never take advantage of you, of anyone.” His voice turned to a desperate whisper. “I was only trying to stop your internal bleeding. I have healing power within me. For your sake, I hope it work.” He pressed his hand on Lucienne’s chest, the end of his palm between the deep cleavage of her breasts.

Lucienne gasped. Pain and pleasure blended, taking her toward an ageless time and bringing her back to the familiar scent of sun showers, the colors of winter, and the wakening morning sounds of Chicago, her old home. She could feel the broken pieces inside her reweaving. As her pain receded, the pleasurable throbbing became almost intolerable. She rasped.

She’d never felt so connected to anyone. And it was more than marvelous. 

Ashburn clenched his teeth, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead, his beautiful eyebrows creased in agony. It then struck Lucienne—he was absorbing her pain! “Ash,” she said. “Stop . . . My doctors will . . . fix me.”

Ashburn ignored her, and Lucienne couldn’t stop him. His heat continued feeding into her body. New energy spread throughout her like musical notes, at first gentle and graceful, then weaving into a complex symphony, until it vibrated in her every cell. When it ended, Lucienne knew Ashburn had stopped her internal bleeding.

Ashburn removed his hand and crumbled beside her. 

“Ash?” she called. Talking still hurt, but she could manage it better now. “Are you all right? You’re spent.”

“When I came down and saw you lying in blood, I thought I’d lost you.” He turned to her and buried his face in her lustrous hair.

Hesitating, she smoothed her fingers through the mane of his silky hair. “Thank you,” she whispered. He knew she brought out the Eye of Time and caused his fall, and yet he still chose to save her. Fighting her desire to stay in Ashburn’s arms, Lucienne said, “I should get back to my people. I don’t want them to worry about me.” Her pain was greatly diminished, but hadn’t completely abandoned her. When she attempt to get up, the pain turned sharp again.

Ashburn sat up, composed now. “You’re not in danger anymore, but you still have a broken rib. I can’t mend it. I don’t have the full power of the Eye of Time. You’ll need your doctor for that.” He scooped her up and carried her toward the invisible platform.

The liquid interface glowed above as the invisible elevator sped up. Ashburn held Lucienne tighter, but not too tight. She knew he was afraid of hurting her.

Her head resting against Ashburn’s shoulder, Lucienne caught sight of Seraphen standing beneath the elevator, her crimson scarf in his hand. When he saw her watching him, he brought the scarf to his nose and sniffed it, and then crumpled it with such force that Lucienne felt a chill and repulsion coursing through her. The freak would strike again, until he erased her from the face of earth, as he promised. Lucienne matched his steely stare with cold determination—she’d terminate him before he got the chance.