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My skin was slick with sweat, my fingers twitching and insides crackling with energy.
I’d been so close to turning it on Tristan’s mother, so close that I wanted to be sick. The damage I could’ve done, the things I could’ve turned her into. It was all too horrifying to handle. Instead, I put that energy towards something else.
The safe haven.
I promised these people I’d protect them, and I failed. Each body lining the sidewalk was a testament to that failure, proof that I hadn’t lived up to my word.
Well, not this time.
These people, the ones that called this place home, they would be safe. No one, not a soul who wished them harm would be able to step foot in this town.
The moonlight that shone down on us grew brighter, as though it were becoming tangible. Waves of liquid silver, translucent and shimmering with magic, filled the air.
Tristan’s little sister stepped out from behind her father, giggling and stretching on her tiptoes with cupped hands to touch the magic I created. Vampires left and right halted in their tracks; heads turned upwards as they watched with open mouths. Mason, Clara, and Sean were among the many, their eyes tracking the glittering waves. Deacon reached out to touch one, inspecting his fingers after they had passed through.
Up and up, they floated, covering the entire town like one big net. As each wave met the other, they sparked and sizzled before merging into one. It grew to form a dome, exactly like the one I’d pictured in my head.
A vicious, tearing pain split through my chest, but I wasn’t done yet. Through the exhaustion and the splotches of darkness clogging my vision, I grabbed hold of my magic and forced it to obey.
I couldn’t replace the lives lost, but I could fix what was destroyed.
Gasps rang out, one after another until they all overlapped.
The rubble littered across the streets, sidewalks, and front yards began to tremble. All at once, they flew into the air, circling one another. They formed a cyclone of debris and trash, comprised of shattered bits of drywall, chunks of asphalt, and sheets of metal torn from cars.
Many Vampires’ dove to get out of the way without realizing my magic had a mind of its own. It knew I wanted none of these people harmed, so it went the extra mile to ensure it.
Broken glass skittered across the streets, attracted to their missing counterparts. They snapped together one by one, the cracks slowly vanishing until a fresh sheet of glass remained. It careened through the air, whirling towards a window frame that had been pieced together by chunks of splintered wood. Once rejoined, they coasted through the air towards the nearest house and snapped into place.
Crumbs of asphalt met to fill in gaping cracks in the road, melting into one another to leave nothing behind.
It was like this for every house, for every structure that the witches had destroyed.
Like a reverse button had been pressed, the damage slowly undid itself. After several minutes the last brick of a chimney clicked into place, and once again, the town was whole.
Deacon stared at me; his eyes so wide that I could pinpoint every fleck of grey within the shades of blue.
“You fixed everything.” He said, amazed.
“No I didn’t.” I croaked, staring at the bodies covered in white sheets. “They’re still dead.”
If it weren’t for Nolan’s hands on my waist supporting all of my weight, I would’ve cracked my skull on the pavement when my eyes rolled back, and the world went dark.
I floated suspended in this blissful darkness for what felt like hours. Nothing could touch me here. Not the weight of exhaustion pulling me down or the agony squeezing at my muscles and bones.
It was a reprieve, but one thing about reprieves is that they never last too long.
At first, it started in small flashes. An explosion of light here and there, a flicker of pain, a whisper of voices just outside my minds reach.
Eventually, those flashes became longer and more drawn out. The light became blinding, tinted with colors and shapes that moved. Voices took form, names flashing in my memory as I began to recognize them.
Each time I gathered the strength to open my eyes, it was sucked away by some intangible force. With each sensation that returned, my least favorite was my dry throat.
I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes open for long enough to drink anything, but what I wanted most was some damn blood. A few times I swore I saw the outline of
Nolan’s face, always hovering over me, silently protecting me from any and everything.
When I gathered the strength to keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds, the first thing I latched onto was a feminine voice.
It’s high pitch and friendly tone struck my memory at its core and dredged up a familiar name.
Cassidy.
Nolan’s voice was thrown into the mix, tight with unease that twisted my empty stomach into knots. It rumbled miserably, as if it knew I dared to think about it.
“What’s going on?” I asked, but my mouth was so dry it came out as a crusty groan.
Nolan was at my side before I could blink, moving so fast it startled me, but I was too weak to react. His hands roamed my arms, shoulders, and finally, my face. Each caress of his calloused hands was unbearably soft, bringing on such gentle sparks that my eyelids fluttered, and the darkness reached out with loving hands to suck me back in.
Thankfully, he pulled away before I could pass out again and promptly shoved something small and skinny into my mouth.
Without knowing what it was my throat worked to pull. When the taste of blood hit my tongue, rich and tangy, all thought was lost. I kept going until the winded.
straw sputtered and ran dry, but I wasn’t nearly full.
“What’s going on?” I asked again.
This time my words weren’t garbled nonsense. Cassidy hovered nearby; her shoulders lax with relief.
“What do you remember last?” Nolan asked, clasping our hands together.
My heart began to flutter when he pressed my hand to his lips and waited for my response. A dull ache spread across my forehead as I followed the dwindling breadcrumbs in my memory that led me back to what happened before the darkness held me in it’s grasp.
“Um, I remember going to the safe haven and meeting Tristan’s mother. I sort of remember using magic to protect the land, but that’s where things get hazy.” I admitted.
“You did, you protected everyone. There’s now a force field over the entire safe haven, but you didn’t stop there. You fixed all of the damage the witches had done. Every house, every car, the sidewalk …
even the streets look brand new.” He exhaled, shoulders stiff and rigid.
There was amazement in his voice, but his expression was pinched. Those eyes of his I adored so much were shuttered with worry.
“That doesn’t explain why I’m now lying -in bed back at home.” I pointed out, lazily looking around our bedroom. “Wait a second. I passed out, didn’t I?”
Nolan lifted his head, nodding slowly.
You did. You’ve been out of it for four days now.”
My heart just about seized in my chest.
“Four days?!”
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