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Authors: Maria E Schneider
Tags: adventure, Magic, Witches, amateur sleuth, Ghosts, Werewolves, Ghost, Paranormal Mystery, warlock, shape shifters
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as your own life energy source.”
“That’s what I said,” the cat agreed. “He’s a vamp.” His human eyes flashed yellow again.
I wanted to reach out and touch that energy. It sparked like fresh green leaves, like the earth energy Martin had brought back the last time he had talked to them. Lynx was beautiful, his face full of shifting shadows; even the human side of him seemed to dance in the low light, drifting between rays so that he was somehow partly camouflaged. His glowing eyes matched the taut energy bundled inside his body.
I had never possessed that much life energy even when alive.
“Do you know where you lived? The names of any relatives? How long have you been stuck where you are now?” Roberto shot questions out quickly, and I realized he was tiring. The weave drew closer, but the pressure level wasn’t any worse. The dangerous edges would remain that way, hovering, until it snapped closed. If it happened suddenly enough, the steel fabric would shatter me into so many pieces I’d never recover.
I slid away, ever so carefully. A wisp of my arm brushed against a greedy edge of weave and the pain rocked me dangerously close to a different part of the grasping bands. “I don’t know the answers to any of that. And time is not the same here.” My voice squeaked with pain.
“Go! Hurry,” Roberto yelled.
The cat tossed something at me. Instinctively, I reached for it, although, of course, it could not cross the barrier. Except it did.
“How we gonna find out who she is if she doesn’t know herself?” the cat wondered, all trace of happy purr gone.
“That’s not a problem.” The vamp’s voice was fading, but his words were still clear. “I don’t know who she is, but I do know where she is.”
The weave slammed shut, slapping me backwards like a piece of gray litter tumbling onto the landscape. My hand clutched the bundle of woven weeds and fur. I wasn’t going to lose it, no matter what.
Chapter 9
If I could have held near the edge, I would have stayed, pain and impending doom notwithstanding. The vamp knew where I was? Why did he know and I didn’t? A second or two longer, and he might have told me. Not that it would have mattered. I couldn’t go there. But if a vampire knew where my body was, did that mean I was a vampire somewhere on the side of the living?
No. I was here. The vamp existed on the side of the living. He must imbibe from the living to be able to remain there. He was dead. I was dead, but I was In Between. Sucking nutrients from pine needles and shafts of light that leaked into In Between didn’t make me a vampire.
There were ghouls that ate the living or the dead; anything for souls or bits of life. They were like the hellhounds, but faster. Shoot, most everything except the roadkill and a few human souls ate everything and anything In Between. The mermaids weren’t the types you invited over for coffee or tea. Not that I’d actually witnessed them eat anyone, but those teeth weren’t for gnawing down trees like a beaver.
I frowned, holding my arm where it had been slashed by the weave. My essence was leaking, and I was drained again, but the packet the cat had thrown me was full of energy. How had it made it across? Why had he thrown it, anyway?
The braid smelled of him, of earth, of magic. Before In Between, I hadn’t known about magic, but now having met Cinderspark and the others, there was no doubt it existed. This braid was plant energy, human energy and a unique spark. I breathed it in again. Clean. Earthy. Electric. There was a small pebble woven through its silky length. A hole in the center of the bead allowed the braid to run through it. One darker gray spot had dripped across the pebble, and I wondered if it was the same earth Martin had requested—a bloodstone.
I carefully disguised the braid from the cat by weaving it into my hair. It was a barely noticeable dark gray spot against the lighter gray.
Thinking of Martin made me all the
“That’s what I said,” the cat agreed. “He’s a vamp.” His human eyes flashed yellow again.
I wanted to reach out and touch that energy. It sparked like fresh green leaves, like the earth energy Martin had brought back the last time he had talked to them. Lynx was beautiful, his face full of shifting shadows; even the human side of him seemed to dance in the low light, drifting between rays so that he was somehow partly camouflaged. His glowing eyes matched the taut energy bundled inside his body.
I had never possessed that much life energy even when alive.
“Do you know where you lived? The names of any relatives? How long have you been stuck where you are now?” Roberto shot questions out quickly, and I realized he was tiring. The weave drew closer, but the pressure level wasn’t any worse. The dangerous edges would remain that way, hovering, until it snapped closed. If it happened suddenly enough, the steel fabric would shatter me into so many pieces I’d never recover.
I slid away, ever so carefully. A wisp of my arm brushed against a greedy edge of weave and the pain rocked me dangerously close to a different part of the grasping bands. “I don’t know the answers to any of that. And time is not the same here.” My voice squeaked with pain.
“Go! Hurry,” Roberto yelled.
The cat tossed something at me. Instinctively, I reached for it, although, of course, it could not cross the barrier. Except it did.
“How we gonna find out who she is if she doesn’t know herself?” the cat wondered, all trace of happy purr gone.
“That’s not a problem.” The vamp’s voice was fading, but his words were still clear. “I don’t know who she is, but I do know where she is.”
The weave slammed shut, slapping me backwards like a piece of gray litter tumbling onto the landscape. My hand clutched the bundle of woven weeds and fur. I wasn’t going to lose it, no matter what.
Chapter 9
If I could have held near the edge, I would have stayed, pain and impending doom notwithstanding. The vamp knew where I was? Why did he know and I didn’t? A second or two longer, and he might have told me. Not that it would have mattered. I couldn’t go there. But if a vampire knew where my body was, did that mean I was a vampire somewhere on the side of the living?
No. I was here. The vamp existed on the side of the living. He must imbibe from the living to be able to remain there. He was dead. I was dead, but I was In Between. Sucking nutrients from pine needles and shafts of light that leaked into In Between didn’t make me a vampire.
There were ghouls that ate the living or the dead; anything for souls or bits of life. They were like the hellhounds, but faster. Shoot, most everything except the roadkill and a few human souls ate everything and anything In Between. The mermaids weren’t the types you invited over for coffee or tea. Not that I’d actually witnessed them eat anyone, but those teeth weren’t for gnawing down trees like a beaver.
I frowned, holding my arm where it had been slashed by the weave. My essence was leaking, and I was drained again, but the packet the cat had thrown me was full of energy. How had it made it across? Why had he thrown it, anyway?
The braid smelled of him, of earth, of magic. Before In Between, I hadn’t known about magic, but now having met Cinderspark and the others, there was no doubt it existed. This braid was plant energy, human energy and a unique spark. I breathed it in again. Clean. Earthy. Electric. There was a small pebble woven through its silky length. A hole in the center of the bead allowed the braid to run through it. One darker gray spot had dripped across the pebble, and I wondered if it was the same earth Martin had requested—a bloodstone.
I carefully disguised the braid from the cat by weaving it into my hair. It was a barely noticeable dark gray spot against the lighter gray.
Thinking of Martin made me all the
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