Lailah (The Styclar Saga)

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sense of confusion started bubbling to my surface.
    Why can’t you call me Cessie!
    Here he was, this memory, this ghost whom I believed I had a connection with, and he couldn’t even call me by my nickname. I felt my skin radiating heat as my confusion swiftly transcended back into anger.
    How the hell are you in my head telling me what to do when you’ve given me no explanations! When you left me! When you …
    “Ahhh!” I screeched loudly as my thoughts were cut off by a violent ringing noise passing through my mind.
    Gabriel clutched his temple, bowing his head down at the same second. He had heard the same deafening sound.
    “Sorry, sorry! Not a fan of rock music, eh?” Jonah laughed, turning down the music bellowing out of the speakers.
    I caught him glancing at me in the rearview mirror as he grinned. My eyes met his for a moment and his pupils widened in surprise. The creases in his cheeks ironed out into a smooth surface as his smile fell away. I covered my eyes with my hand as I felt them burning, wondering what he’d seen.
    I glanced down into the footwell self-consciously, trying to calm myself. My eyelids stopped twitching after a few moments. Jonah switched the radio off altogether and said nothing.
    Gabriel reached his hand out and cupped mine in his own. Instantly the knots in my body loosened and I felt calm again. Taking a deep breath, I said, just to him: I’m sorry.
    Jonah continued to whiz around the winding roads at top speed, and miraculously the thick tires stuck to the road. Eventually I could see the highway. I glanced back at the countryside. Saying farewell to the rolling hillsides, I wondered if the rain that had begun pelting down furiously was an omen.
    And sure enough, as I watched, the landscape became a whirlpool, and at the center of it, there was a transparent ball, bouncing and balancing, containing a terrifying image: a large group of Vampires standing next to the smoking remains of the house, observing. At the front of the row of obedient soldiers, two seven-foot-tall putrid figures snarled and shrieked an ungodly, deafening noise that reverberated through the trees.
    Wearing long black cloaks, their bald heads covered in tattoo-like markings, they certainly didn’t look like Vampires. They were so dark that I felt every inch of me tremble as I took them in. I couldn’t watch them for long as something underneath their skin bubbled and traveled through their bodies, so that they seemed to disappear and reappear in and out of focus.
    Standing slightly behind the others, I recognized the same Vampire who had stood face-to-face with me and then disappeared. He was furious. I tried to make out what he was shouting, and my body tightened as one of the putrid figures twisted his head, revealing his fangs. I was certain, as his stare shifted from his subordinate, that he could see me. Pointing into the air, he hissed a sound that made my bones feel as if they might splinter, and then the figures were gone.
    Disconnected from my vision, I found myself panting shallow breaths.
    Gabriel, sensing my unease, turned to me and took my hand once more. What did you see?
    They are outside the house, they’re furious that we have escaped. They will not stop. I don’t know how I knew, but I did. They were coming for me and they wouldn’t rest until they had what they wanted.
    You mean they were outside the house? he corrected me. You were seeing a vision of the past? But then, how is that possible, you weren’t there, it’s not a memory.
    I’m not sure.… It felt as though it was happening right now. And the two figures who stood at the front of the Vampire clans were nearly identical to the creature who came to me this morning.
    Gabriel seemed to contemplate before responding. Have they ever reached into your memories before this morning?
    Not in this lifetime at least. That was the first time.
    “Since Jonah drank from me,” I said aloud by accident.
    “Sorry, what?” Jonah said.
    I

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