The Pentagram Child(161)

I was running down the hallway and the last thing I heard from Lucius was my worst fears confirmed…



“A Pentagram.”





Keira





Chapter 39

Eveleen.





I looked around confused as to why we were even in this room as I doubted very much that Draven conducted his important business at the kitchen table over a cuppa. I watched as Alex walked over to a bolted door and started pulling them back one at a time. I wanted to ask outright what he was doing and why we were in this part of the house but if my suspicions were right then I needed to be clever. So instead of asking the obvious, that being are you in fact a raving psychopath that kinda has a demonic side…I went with,

“So you say the Fates sent you, does that mean you were visited by the Oracle?” And I asked this in such way that it sounded more excited than suspicious. He looked back at me and nodded. It was almost as if he didn’t trust himself to speak, so I carried on.

“She’s lovely isn’t she? I remember when she first came to me, I thought she was the most beautiful and angelic looking creature. And with her golden hair, I remember wondering what she would think if I asked for tips on how to get mine so shiny.” I said on a laugh. He gave me a soft smile as he walked back over to me and I knew I had him when he said,

“I remember thinking her hair beautiful myself.” That’s the moment I backed up and dropped the pretence.

“The Oracle is a seven year old black girl with black curls.” The moment I informed him of this I started to see the change. His eyes turned darker, colder and more sinister and his grin cocked up to the side as if all of a sudden he liked this game.

I laughed once and then knocked over a chair putting a barrier between us as I turned and ran. I didn’t get very far before I was wrenched backwards on a scream as he grabbed my hair from behind. He pulled me backwards and I had no place else to go but move with him as the pain increased on my head.

“Ahh! GET OFF ME!” I shouted hoping someone would hear me. He brought me over to the kitchen island at the centre of the room and pulled me up in front of it. Then he yanked my head back and laughed once before snarling,

“Oh, Keira…you really are one dumb bitch!” And then he slammed my head into the counter hard enough that everything went black.

My last thought was…

I hope Draven knows I was wrong.





Draven





It could not be believed. Less than twenty four hours back safe again in my arms and now I found that she had been taken right from under my nose and in my very house! I had made it back to the bedroom and had prayed to every God I knew that possessed enough power to aid me that she would be there safe. But I should have known better than anyone that the Gods would not interfere in such matters, not unless it conflicted with their fucking precious Prophecy!

Once back in the room I had to be careful not to tear it apart as I shook with the beast raging inside me. I took in hers and my combined essence as I knew she had showered, then I followed it into the closet and saw the towel she had left there when changing. By the Gods but I had even been looking forward to the scolding I would have received upon me coming back here after she found I had yet again filled another side of the closet with clothes I knew she would like.

“Dom!” Vincent shouted my name and a few angry steps took me back to the main room. I found Vincent looking down at the untouched tray of food on the low table. Sophia ran through the door and one look at that tray told us all we needed to know.

“I’m on it!” Sophia said taking off once more. I don’t think at that moment I had ever been more thankful of the sibling link we shared. It was understandably needed at this point in time when my rage dare not let me speak, so having my brother and sister both know what was needed of them was a blessing I would later relish.

Now however, I only wanted blood.

“We will find her.” Vincent said as always so sure of himself and in what he believed.

“Do you think it was the Nephilim?” He asked as I walked over to stand opposite the sofa we had shared last night. The same one where I had held her in my arms and told her the truth she had always deserved to know. And what had she done? What she always did. She accepted every word I told her and absorbed it with such strength it nearly brought this king to his knees just before begging her to become my wife. But then had not been the time and now time had been stolen from me.

It was these thoughts that unleashed my demon’s rage.

“I WILL DESTROY HIM!” I roared out and there wasn’t one shred of my angel there to calm him. I let him feel his pain and I let him lash out even if it was only at swiping the table free of the tray that held food I knew she would have enjoyed. Danish pastries flew across the room along with small ceramic jars filled with butter and jam. A one person tea set smashed, with its pieces bouncing across the floor like porcelain shrapnel.