Destined(4)

The bull 's laughter was terrible, but Aurox noticed Priestess didn't flinch at all -that instead she seemed to be drawn closer and closer to the creature as he spoke.

"How interesting! You are actually questioning me. Are you jealous, my heartless one?" Priestess stroked the bull 's horn. "Do I need to be?"

The bull nuzzled her. Where his muzzle touched Priestess the silk of her gown shriveled, exposing smooth, na**d flesh underneath.

"Tell me, what do you believe is the purpose of my gift to you?" The bull answered Priestess's question with one of his own.

Priestess blinked and shook her head, as if she was confused. Then her gaze found Aurox, still on his knees. "My lord, his purpose is protection, and I am ready to do as you bid to thank you for him."

"I will accept your lush offerings, but I must explain to you that Aurox is not simply a weapon of protection. Aurox has one purpose, and that is to create chaos."

Priestess inhaled a deep, shocked breath. She blinked rapidly, and her gaze went from the bull to him, and then returned to the bull.

"Truly?" she asked in a soft, reverent voice. "Through this one creature I can command chaos?" The bull 's white eyes were like a sick, setting moon. "Truly. He is, indeed, one creature, but his power is vast. He has the ability to leave disaster in his wake. He is the Vessel that is the manifestation of your deepest dreams, and are they not for utter and complete chaos?"

"Yes, oh yes," Priestess breathed the words. She leaned against the bull 's neck, stroking his side.

"Ah, and what is it you will do with chaos now that it is at your command? Will you take down the cities of humans and rule as vampyre queen?"

Priestess's smile was beautiful and horrible. "Not queen. Goddess."

"Goddess? But there is a Goddess of Vampyres. You know that all too well. You used to be in her service."

"You mean Nyx? The Goddess who allows her minions free choice and a will of their own? The Goddess who will not intercede because she believes so strongly in the myth of freewill?"

Aurox thought he could hear a smile in the beast's voice, and wondered how that was possible. "I do mean Nyx, Goddess of Vampyres and Night. Would you use chaos to challenge her?"

"No. I would use chaos to defeat her. What if chaos threatens the very fabric of the world? Would Nyx not step in and defy her own rules to save her children? And by doing so wouldn't the Goddess rescind her edict that grants humans freewil and betray herself? What would happen then to her divine reign if Nyx changes what is destined to be?"

"I cannot say, as that has never before happened." The bull snorted as if in amusement. "But it is a surprisingly interesting question-and you know how much I enjoy being surprised."

"I only hope that I can continue to surprise you over and over again, my lord."

"Only is such a small word..." the bull said.

Aurox continued to kneel on the rooftop long after Priestess and the bull had departed, leaving him discarded and forgotten. He stayed where he had been left, staring up at the sky.

CHAPTER TWO

Zoey

"A short bus? Really?" All I could do was shake my head and stare at the squatty yellow thing that said HOUSE OF NIGHT in fresh black letters across its side. "I mean, it's nice that my call to Thanatos worked so fast and we're being allowed to go back to school, but a short bus?"

"Twin! They sent the retard bus for us!" Erin said, giggling.

"Twin, that's really mean," Shaunee said.

"I know, Twin. I can't believe Neferet's so f-ing evil she sent the retard bus for us," Erin continued.

"No, I don't mean Neferet's being mean. I mean it's mean to say retard, " Shaunee explained, rolling her eyes at her Twin.

"I think Shaunee's correct, and you should consider expanding your vocabulary. You're using mean too many times; it's redundant," Damien said.

Shaunee, Erin, Stevie Rae, Rephaim, and I stared wide-eyed at Damien. I knew we were all thinking it was great to hear him obsessing about vocabulary again, but we didn't want to say anything because we were all scared he might burst into tears and retreat back into the soggy depression that had been haunting him since Jack's death.

Aphrodite and Darius chose that moment to emerge from the depot's basement and as per usual, Aphrodite bridged the gap between decorum and disaster by invoking her one tried and true rule: Care About How It Looks.

"Oh, for shit's sake. I'm not getting in that. The short bus is for 'tards," Aphrodite said with a snort and a hair toss.