House Of Night - Untamed Part 21

"No, but she needs you. Now."

He didn't have to tell me any more. The strain in his face and the deadly seriousness of his voice said it all. She wasn't dying, so Aphrodite had to be having a vision.

"Okay, I'm coming." And I started hurrying toward the dorms, trying to keep up with Darius.

The warrior stopped for an instant, giving me a piercing look that was so intense, it made me want to squirm. "Do you trust me?" he asked abruptly.

I nodded.

"Then relax and believe you're safe with me."

"Okay." I didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but I didn't protest when he grabbed my arm.

"Remember, stay relaxed," he said.

I opened my mouth to repeat my okay (and maybe roll my eyes at him), when all the breath was pushed from my lungs as Darius exploded forward, somehow taking me with him. It was the most bizarre thing I'd ever experienced, which was saying something, because I'd had a ton of bizarre experiences in the past couple of months. But this was like being on one of those moving sidewalks at the airport, only the "sidewalk" was Darius's aura or something, and the moving was happening so fast that the world around us was one big blur.

We were in front of the girls' dorm within a couple of seconds, and I'm not exaggerating.

"Holy c.r.a.p! How did you do that?" I was panting a little, and as soon as he let go of my arm, I began to frantically brush my hair back out of my face. It was like I'd just taken a supersonic ride on a Harley.

"The Sons of Erebus are mighty warriors with vast skills," he said cryptically.

"Huh. No kidding?" I was going to say that they also sounded like they should be in a Lord of the Rings movie, but I didn't want to be rude.

"She's in her room," he said, kinda pus.h.i.+ng me up the stairs to the dorm while he reached ahead of me and opened the door. "She told me to get you right away."

"Well, you certainly did that," I said over my shoulder. "Oh, could you find Len.o.bia and tell her why I'm not in cla.s.s?"

"Of course, Priestess," he said. Then he disappeared again. Jeesh. I hurried into the dorm, still feeling kinda frazzled. The main room was empty-everyone (except Aphrodite and me) was in cla.s.s, so I could rush up the stairs and sprint to Aphrodite's room without having to answer a bunch of questions from way-too-curious girls. I rapped twice on Aphrodite's door before opening it.

The only light in the room was coming from one small candle. Aphrodite was sitting on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest, her elbows resting on them, and her face buried in her hands. Maleficent was curled into a fluffy white ball beside her.

The cat looked up at me when I entered the room and growled softly.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

Her body shuddered, and with what was obviously a huge effort, she lifted her head and opened her eyes.

"Oh my G.o.d! What happened!" I hurried over to her, turning on the Tiffany's light that was on her bedside table. When Maleficent stirred and hissed a warning at me, I told the beast, "Try it and I will throw you out the window and call down rain to soak the c.r.a.p out of you."

"Maleficent, it's okay. Zoey's hateful, but she won't hurt me," she said wearily.

The cat growled again, but subsided back into a white ball. I turned my attention to Aphrodite. Her eyes were completely bloodshot-it was so bad that the whites of them were totally red. Not pink and inflamed like she was allergic to pollen and she'd just walked through a field of it. They were red. As in blood. As in blood filling her eyes and staining them scarlet.

"This one was really bad." She sounded awful. Her voice was shaky, and her face was scarily white. "C-can you get me a bottle of Fiji Water from the fridge?"

I hurried over to her mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water from it. Then I detoured into her bathroom, where I got one of her gold-embroidered washcloths. (Jeesh, she is so darn rich!) I quickly poured some of the cold spring water onto the washcloth before hurrying back to her.

"Drink some of this, and then close your eyes and put this across your face."

"I look terrible, don't I?"

"Yep."

She took several big gulps from the Fiji bottle like she was dying of thirst, then put the cold, wet washcloth over her eyes and leaned back against her mound of designer pillows with an exhausted sigh. Maleficent watched me with mean, slitted cat eyes, which I ignored.

"Have your eyes ever done that before?"

"You mean hurt like h.e.l.l?"

I hesitated and decided to just tell her. It wasn't like Aphrodite avoided mirrors. She'd see for herself soon enough. "I mean turn bright, blood red."

I saw the little jerk of surprise her body gave, and she started to reach for the washcloth, but her hand stopped and plopped back down on the bed and her shoulders slumped. "No wonder Darius freaked and ran for you like the hounds of f-ing h.e.l.l were after him."

"I'm sure it'll go away. You should probably just keep your eyes closed for a while."

She sighed dramatically. "It's really going to p.i.s.s me off if these d.a.m.n visions start making me ugly."

"Aphrodite," I said, trying to keep my smile out of my voice. "You're too pretty to ever be ugly. Or at least that's what you've told all of us about a zillion times."

"You're right. Even with red eyes, I'm better looking than everyone else. Thanks for reminding me. It just shows how stressed this vision bulls.h.i.+t is making me that I'd even consider worrying about it."

"Speaking of the vision bullp.o.o.py. You want to fill me in on this one?"

"You know, you really wouldn't melt or anything if you'd cuss a little. My G.o.ddess, bullp.o.o.py is unbelievably lame."

"Could you please stay on the subject?"

"Fine. But don't blame me when people tell you that you sound lame and annoying. Over there on my desk there's a piece of paper with a poem written on it. Do you see it?"

I went over to her pricey vanity/desk, and sure enough, there was a single sheet of paper lying alone against the glistening wood. I picked it up. "I see it," I said.

"Good. You're supposed to read it, and I hope you understand what the h.e.l.l it means. I never can figure out poetry. It's all boring bulls.h.i.+t."

She emphasized the s.h.i.+t part of the word. I ignored her and focused on the poem. As soon as I got a good look at it, my skin started to tingle and gooseflesh lifted on my arms as if a cold wind had just blown over me.

"Did you write this?"

"Oh, yeah, right. I didn't even like Dr. Seuss when I was a kid. No d.a.m.n way I wrote that poem."

"I didn't mean did you compose it. I meant did you physically write it down?"

"Are you getting stupider? Yes, Zoey. I wrote down the poem that I saw in my horrid and way-too-painful vision. No, I didn't compose it. I copied it. Satisfied?"

I looked at her reclining back on her pillows in the middle of her expensive four-poster canopy bed with the gold- embroidered washcloth over her face and one hand petting her awful cat and shook my head in irritation. She looked one hundred gazillion percent diva b.i.t.c.h. "You know, I could smother you with your pillow and no one would miss you. By the time they found you, that hateful cat would have eaten you and all the evidence of my crime."

"Maleficent wouldn't eat me. She'd eat you if you tried any c.r.a.p. Plus, Darius would miss me. Just read the d.a.m.n poem and tell me what it means."

"You're Vision Girl. You're supposed to know what things mean." I turned my attention back to the poem. What was it about the writing that was making me feel so weird?

"That's right, I vision. I don't interpret. I'm just the very attractive oracle. You're the High Priestess in training, remember? So figure it out."

"All right-all right. Let me read it out loud. Sometimes it helps make poems understandable when you can hear them."

"Whatever. Just get to the figuring out part."

I cleared my throat and started reading.

Ancient one sleeping, waiting to arise When earth's power bleeds sacred red The mark strikes true; Queen Tsi Sgili will devise He shall be washed from his entombing bed

Through the hand of the dead he is free Terrible beauty, monstrous sight Ruled again they shall be Women shall kneel to his dark might

Kalona's song sounds sweet As we slaughter with cold heat When I was finished I paused, trying to understand what it meant and trying to figure out why it made me feel so freaked out.

"It's scary, isn't it?" Aphrodite said. "I mean, it's definitely not love and roses and happily ever after."

"It's definitely not that. Okay, let's see. What's earth's power, and when does it bleed red?"

"Don't have a clue."

"Hum." I chewed my cheek, thinking. "Well, the earth could look like it's bleeding when something is killed and the blood leaks into the ground. And maybe the power part comes from whatever is killed. Like a powerful person."

"Or a powerful vampyre. It's like when I found Professor Nolan's body." The smarta.s.s in Aphrodite's voice was subdued by the memory. "The earth looked like it was bleeding then."

"Yeah, you're right. So it might have something to do with this Queen Tsi Sgili dying or being killed because a queen is definitely a powerful person."

"Who the h.e.l.l is Queen Tsi Whatever?"

"It sounds familiar to me. The name seems Cherokee. I wonder if it might-" My words were broken off by my gasp of shock as suddenly I knew why the writing had made me feel so weird.

"What?" Aphrodite sat up again, lifting the washcloth off her eyes and squinting at me. "What's wrong?"

"It's the writing," I said through lips that had gone cold. "This is my grandma's handwriting."

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

"Your grandma's handwriting?" Aphrodite said. "Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"But that's impossible. I wrote the d.a.m.n thing just a few minutes ago."

"Look, I practically transported here with Darius, and that should have been impossible, but I definitely did it."

"Yes, dork, seeing as there is no such thing as Star Trek."

"You recognized the transporter reference. You're a dork, too," I said smugly.

"No, I'm just burdened with geeky friends."

"Look, I'm positive it's Grandma's handwriting, but hang on. I have a letter from her in my room. I'll go get it. Maybe you're right . . ." I lifted my brows at her and added, ". . . for a change, and it just reminds me of her writing. "I started to hurry from the room, but on second thought stopped long enough to hold the paper with the poem on it up to Aphrodite. "Is this your normal handwriting?"

She took the paper from me and blinked several times to clear her vision. I saw the shock pa.s.s over her face and knew what she'd say before she spoke. "Well, s.h.i.+t! This is soooo not my writing."

"I'll be right back."I tried not to overthink what was going on while I rushed down the hall to my room, flung open the door, and was greeted by Nala's "mee-uf-ow!" of disgruntled surprise as I interrupted her beauty nap.

It took me only a second to grab the last card Grandma had sent me. I had it sitting up on my desk (a much cheaper version of the one in Aphrodite's room). On the front of it was a picture of three grim-faced nuns (nuns!). The caption under them said, THE GOOD NEWS IS THEY'RE PRAYING FOR YOU. Inside it continued, THE BAD NEWS IS THERE ARE ONLY THREE OF THEM. It still made me giggle a little as I hurried back to Aphrodite's room, even as I wondered if Sister Mary Angela would think the card was funny or insulting. I'd bet on funny, and made a mental note to ask her about it sometime.

Aphrodite had her hand already out when I returned to her room. "Okay, let me check it out." I gave her the card and looked down with her as she held it open to the short note Grandma had written me. Then she held the paper that had the poem right up next to it and we looked from one to the other, comparing the handwriting.

"That is so d.a.m.n weird!" Aphrodite said, shaking her head at the utter similarity of the handwriting. "I swear I wrote this poem not five minutes ago, but that's definitely your grandma's writing and not mine." She looked up at me. Her face looked ultra- white in comparison to the awful blood color of her eyes. "You'd better call her."

"Yeah, I will. First I want to know everything you remember about that vision."

"Okay with you if I shut my eyes and put the washcloth back on my face while I talk?"

"Yeah, I'll even put some fresh water on it. Speaking of, drink some more out of that bottle. You look, well, bad."

"No wonder. I feel bad." She gulped down the rest of the Fiji Water while I rinsed out the washcloth again. After I folded it up and gave it back to her, she laid it across her eyes and settled back against her pillows again, absently stroking the purring Maleficent. "I wish I knew what this was all about," she said.

"I think I do."

"No s.h.i.+t? You have the poem figured out?"

"No, I didn't mean that. I meant I think this is all about that bad feeling Stevie Rae and I have been having about Neferet.

She's up to something-something more than her usual brand of pain in the b.u.t.t. I think she graduated to whatever it is that's going on now when Loren was killed."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you're right, but I have to tell you Neferet had no part of my vision."

"So explain it to me."

"Well, it was short and unusually clear for what my visions have been like lately. It was a pretty summer day. I couldn't tell who it was, but there was a woman sitting in the middle of a field or, no, it was more like a pasture or something. I could see a little cliff not far away, and I could hear water from a stream or small river close by. Anyway, the woman was sitting on a big white eyelet quilt. I remember thinking that it wasn't very smart of that woman to have a white quilt out there on the ground like that. It was going to get all gra.s.s stained."