the air, knowing that with the lack of blood behind me it had obviously originated here.
It didn’t take me too long to realise where I had seen evidence like this before. For once more it became a moment in time that all centred around Amelia. It had been after stepping back inside Dom’s vault when looking for clues as to what had happened. That was when we had both seen it, for like now there had been blood and water on the floor.
What did it all mean, and more importantly…
Who in Hell was Amelia?
I took a deep breath and in doing so released it quickly, for I could now sense what else was missing from this space. Meaning that yet another panic quickly merged with another.
Amelia wasn’t the only one missing.
The Eye of Crimson was gone.
This was when I didn’t take another moment before I was diving into the water, only half surprised to find the hidden archway was there without needing to call for it. This could only mean one thing…
The Eye had called out to Amelia.
I pushed myself through the water, only taking breath again once I was through to the temple on the other side. I pushed my body up from the surface, ignoring the way my clothes clung to me and only shaking away the gathered water in my gauntleted hand. I stormed through the archway the second I felt that her presence was stronger through there, knowing that she had found something she shouldn’t have.
Had my brother been right, had she woken and been drawn to the Eye because of my actions? I may have used it only once, but I had done so with her blood on my hands. Had this now acted like some calling card to her, tapping into her conscious state the moment she woke?
“Fuck!” I hissed through gritted teeth before emerging out of the tunnel to the other side and once I did, I was again struck rooted to the spot as ice filled my veins. Then, as if in some kind of trance, I walked over to a spot next to the altar and put one knee to the ground before digging my hand into the black sand.
This was because in this room there were two distinct scents and this time the blood only belonged to that of two people. One of them was a witch. And the other was what I was looking down at now. The agonising sight of large droplets of blood lay nestled in the sand in my hand,
The blood of my Chosen One.
I felt every muscle in my body turn to stone, and one glance at the top of the altar to find the Eye missing and my hand fisted. Black sand poured from between my fingers just before I hammered that fist into the altar next to me, twisting my torso into the punch with a roar,
“RRRAAHHH!” The pearlescent figures of Gods crumbled on impact as I cursed every fucking one of them! Because the horror of what had happened hit my mind in nothing short of an attack! A rage that destroyed not only the altar but the archway when my demonic form erupted through it!
Whoever had taken my girl would pay and, unlike the McBain brothers, this time they wouldn’t just hear my rage, they would feel it.
They would…
Pay with their life!
Chapter Nine
Amelia
Another Draven Damning
Present Day in Hell…
I walked into my apartment after what felt like a long shift at the museum, with only one thing on my mind, Pj’s and food, in that order. This bra was coming off and getting flung across the bedroom in protest the second I stripped off. And as for the trousers, I mean who wanted to stuff themselves stupid with frozen pizza whilst wearing a tight waistband…no one that’s who. I let the door slam behind me, knowing that Ben would be out at this time on a Friday night.
I also had a Firefly marathon with my name on it, thank you Aunty Pip for that boxset in the mail. I threw my bag to my shabby sofa and went straight to the kitchen to grab the pizza, so it could be cooking while all this stripping was going on. Then the nightmare thing happened to any single, hungry girl who lived alone, the freezer was empty. My usual back up pizza was gone, along with the back up to my back up. Great, crunchy nut it was then.