What were some of the things Grandpa said? Come on . . . think. Mother Nature was a colossal bitch . . . my dad had made his own evil bed . . . seven True Immortals . . . mind over matter. Wait. That was it. Mind over matter. Could it really be that simple? I laughed at the possibility.
“I choose to accept both my Vampyre and Demon heritage,” I mumbled. “I choose to accept my Vampyre and Demon heritage,” I said a bit louder.
A tingling started low in my spine and travelled up to the base of my neck. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was unfamiliar. I moved faster around the room wondering if this would be as debilitating as when I became a Vampyre.
“I choose to accept my Vampyre and Demon heritage,” I shouted, uncaring if all the guards outside could hear my lunacy. It was working. And I felt fine and my . . . shit. I jack knifed over in pain as wave after wave of nausea ripped through my body. Everything appeared blurry and red and I grasped for purchase on the carpet. Fuck, why did everything immortal have to hurt?
“I promise to be good or evil or vapid or anything,” I screamed, praying to every deity I think of . . . Just stop. Please stop. The burning was branding my soul and I planned to rip my cute little son of a bitch grandpa to shreds with my bare hands if this turned me into a full Demon. Wait. Why in the fuck did I even listen to him? Was it because he was cuddly? I was an idiot of epic proportions.
Crawling across the floor, I gasped for air. The burning slowly subsided, but the tingling in my spine remained. Please God, Satan, Jesus, Moses, Steven Perry and all the rest of Journey, don’t let there be a Round Two of fire consuming my body. Sitting still I waited. And waited. Nothing. Why the guards hadn’t stormed the house was odd. I knew I’d been screaming, but the duration was fairly short. Was screaming in pain a common occurrence at Dixie’s house? I certainly hoped not.#p#分页标题#e#
Time to test the new me.
I closed Dixie’s shades to be on the safe side, shut my eyes and took a flying leap. Thankfully I could fly, but I learned a valuable lesson. Flying with your eyes closed is a no-no. Bashing into a wall hurts and causes damage. I moved one of Dixie’s paintings to cover the busted plaster and moved on.
I was still breathing and my reflection was still there, but when I cloaked myself my image disappeared. Positive that Steven Perry had been the lucky charm in my prayer, I silently thanked him and forgave him for quitting the band.
Flying. Check.
Cloaking. Check.
Crawling into the minds of other Demons? Only one way to find out . . .
Peeking out the window I focused on the strongest looking one I could find and I slid in. Bingo. He was bored and was attracted to the male guard named Tony to his right. He knew Tony was seeing a woman, but felt that with his skills he could turn Tony . . .
I slipped right back out. TMI. Next experiment . . . I willed my sparkling black gloves to appear. I did need to find my inner-angry-bitch to do it, but she was readily available. However my inner-slut had all but disappeared. Thank God, because Ethan was nowhere in sight. Closing my eyes I silently commanded the gloves to disappear. They did. Score. Grabbing the little book and shoving it in my back pocket in case I needed it I cloaked myself in invisibility and stepped outside.
No movement from the guards I could see. I was sure there were many that I couldn’t see so I planned to stay invisible until I found my babies and had to reveal myself. Then I’d cloak their in-trouble little asses and bring them home. Wait. This was not my home. I’d bring them back to Dixie’s.
I easily walked right past the guards and through the manicured yard. The uncanny resemblance to Kentucky was bizarre. The flowers and trees and rolling hills were lovely and strangely familiar. Did it look this way to everyone or was it an illusion catering to the likes and needs of those it hosted? What the hell did it matter to me? I planned to do whatever I had to do to help out and then leave. Permanently.
Slowing my pace, I tried to detect the energy of my babies. I concentrated and let my mind wander . . . I sensed them, but they weren’t nearby. The thread of energy was distant and weak, although it was stronger to the north. Moving quickly through the overgrown grass on the outskirts of my cousin’s property, I felt the connection to my little Demons increase. I’d probably travelled several miles away from Dixie’s house before the terrain went from manicured-lovely to wild-beautiful.
The scent of the grass tickled my nose and I giggled. No one would ever believe me if I told them how stunning Hell was. Running toward the energy, I froze when I saw a free-standing door approximately twenty feet ahead. What was a door doing in the middle of a field? It stood about eight feet tall and was made of intricately carved wood. The shiny black lacquer finish glistened in the sun and the handle looked as if was encrusted with jewels. Was that a portal? There was no fucking way it could be this easy.