Spell Bound Page 6

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  "Um, a lot? There is seriously so much wrongness going on right now. Namely, the fact that you people are teenagers with bags of guns. " Izzy stiffened a little at that. "Were not kids," she spit out. "Were Brannicks. " Sighing, I shoved my hands in my pockets. "I get that, but look, Izzy, I cant kill a werewolf. I know werewolves. I lived with some, and theyre. . .

  well, theyre gross and slobbery and super scary, but I cant kill one. "

  I waited for her to whip out a crossbow, or handheld cannon, or whatever other crazy killing implement she was no doubt packing. Instead, she tilted her head and asked, "You lived with werewolves?"

  It was almost fully dark now, and I wished I could see her face better. "Yeah," I answered. "At Hex Hall. There were a few of them there. This one girl, Beth, was actually pretty nice. And then there was this kid, Justin, who wasnt much older than you are. " I knelt down to scoop up the bag again, only to have her shock the heck out of me again by asking, "What other kind of supes did you live with?"

  Looking up at her, I said, "All kinds. Like I said earlier, faeries-and there were witches and warlocks. My roommate was-" I broke off and gave myself a second to swallow the lump that had risen in my throat. "My roommate was a vampire. Jenna. "

  "Holy crap," Izzy said, and once again, she sounded like a kid. Especially when she added, "Mom and Finley faced off against a couple of vampires last year. I didnt get to go because they said it was too dangerous. Werent you scared she was gonna like, drink your blood when you slept?"

  My impulse was to immediately defend Jenna, but I remembered how Id felt that first night in our dorm room, when Id come in to find her chowing down on a bag of blood. "A little bit. Before I got to know her. But once I did, I was never afraid that shed hurt me. She was- is-my best friend. " And then, before I could start crying again and risk death by dehydration, I stood up, holding the backpack out from my body. "Also, its kind of hard to be scared of a vampire whos barely five feet tall and has pink hair, you know?" Izzy was quiet for a moment before saying, "Pink hair?"

  "Well, not over her whole head, but a stripe-" I said, before the way Izzy had said "pink hair" registered. I thought of all those papers, files, and boxes in the War Room. "Have you heard of her? Have you guys seen her?" I asked, my heart surging in my chest.

  "No," another voice snapped, and I turned to see Finley standing behind me. "We havent heard anything about a pink-haired vamp, and if we had, wed be going over to England to stake her because thats what we do. Now, lets go. "

  "Youre lying!" I hadnt meant for my voice to be so loud, but it seemed to reverberate through the dark forest. "And if I ever hear the word

  stake in reference to Jenna again, I will -"

  "What?" Finley shouted back. "Push me down? Pull my hair? You dont have powers. We lost everything because of you, and youre useless. "

  "Oh, Im so sorry my lack of magic is inconvenient to you. And what do you mean you lost everything?" Finley stepped closer to me, and in the soft glow of the moonlight, I could see that her eyes were bright with anger. "There werent always just three of us. In fact, about seventeen years ago, there were nearly fifty. It still wasnt a lot, but it was something. " She stopped and rubbed at her nose. "Until the others found out that your mom got knocked up by a demon. My mom was supposed to be the next head of the family, but instead, they kicked her out. They elected some distant cousin to lead them, some chick who wasnt even a direct descendant of Maeve Brannick. "

  "Okay, well, Im sorry if your mom didnt get to be Head Brannick-In-Charge or whatever, but all of that happened before we were even born. So I really dont see-"

  "Three months after the new leader was elected, she led the entire Brannick family on a raid to the biggest vampire nest in North America. Do I need to spell out what happened next?"

  Sick to my stomach, I shook my head.

  "It was stupid and pointless, and Mom wouldve known that," Finley said, nearly spitting her words. "If your mom hadnt gotten my mom kicked out of the Brannicks, that raid never wouldve happened. But you know what? When Torin said youd be the one to stop the Casnoffs, I thought, Hey, maybe there was a point in losing our entire family. At least this freak can do something for us. But you cant. So all those Brannicks died for nothing. "

  I didnt know what to say to any of that. So in the end, I settled on what seemed like the easiest thing. "Im sorry. " She snorted, and reached down to fumble with something at her waist. "Whatever. It doesnt matter. Now, lets finish this circuit before-" She didnt finish her sentence. This time, there was no howl, no crashing through the bushes. There was just a large dark shape, leaping out of the night, and Finleys scream as the werewolf landed on her.

  CHAPTER 7

  For a few seconds, everything descended into pandemonium. The werewolf was snarling, Izzy was yelling for Finley, and I had apparently dropped the backpack full of weapons again, since it wasnt in my hands anymore. As stupid as it sounds, I still waited a second, hoping to feel my magic swelling up from the soles of my feet. Would I ever get used to being. . . well, human?

  My fingers finally closed over the strap of the bag, but even as I pulled it to me, I wondered just what I was going to do. Id never fired a gun in my life, and I wasnt sure how exactly to stake something. Finleys and Aislinns words echoed in my brain: Useless, useless, useless.

  I glanced up to see Izzy holding the same knife she used on me last night, but as Finley and the Were scuffled in the dirt, Izzy wavered on her feet, obviously unsure of how to go after the creature without hurting Finley. I fished in the bag and drew out a handful of holy water vials. Rising to my feet, I chucked them at the werewolfs back with everything I had in me.

  It turned out that wasnt a lot, because only one of the tiny bottles cracked. The others rolled harmlessly off its fur and onto the ground. Still, I got its attention.

  It rose off of Finley and spun to face me, big strings of drool dripping from its muzzle.

  I gulped as Finley scooted backward.

  Last night Id seen a spark of humanity in the werewolfs eyes. Tonight, with the full moon rising, it was obviously more animal than human. Still, it didnt attack me. Instead, it lowered its nose and sniffed, cocking its head to the side.

  "Thats right," I said, wishing my voice wasnt shaking. "You know what I am. " I might not be able to use magic, but I knew the Were could still sense I was more than just an ordinary human. "Now, look," I said, very aware of Finley and Izzy staring at me like I was a crazy person. "I know youre scared, and I know these girls have been hunting you. But if you hurt them, youre just going to give more people like them more reasons to want to kill you. So why dont you just, uh, scamper off?"

  The Were considered me, and for the space of three breaths, I thought we might all get out of this unscathed.

  And then it bared its teeth, a low growl rumbling out of its chest, and I knew I was screwed.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Finley loading a bolt in a mini-crossbow, but I knew how fast werewolves could move. There was no way shed get off a shot before it was on me. And then I saw a bright flash. For a second, I thought maybe Izzy had fired a gun, but then that feeling of anger and pride and. . . power flooded through me. My hand lifted, my fingers twisted, and the werewolf froze, a sparkling net of magic holding it in place.

  There! Elodies voice exalted in my head, and if Id been in control of my body, I wouldve gritted my teeth.

  I appreciate the save, but come on. This body-snatcher thing needs to stop.

  This time, there was no answer, but I felt even more magic pouring down over my head and shoulders. I watched my fingers move again, and the spell holding the werewolf pulsed, sending out blue sparks. And then, with a rush of air, the werewolf vanished.

  Where did it go? I asked Elodie.

  Another dimension, she replied, and I wondered how a voice inside my head could sound so flippant.

  What the-I started to ask, but then I was turning around and facing the Brannick girls. r />
  "Stop being bitchy to Sophie," I heard myself say.

  Finley and Izzy looked at each other, then back at me. "Um, why are you talking about yourself in the third person?" Izzy asked.

  But Finley shook her head. "Its not Sophie, Iz," she said. "Remember what she told us? She can only do magic when a ghost possesses her.

  Im guessing this is the ghost. "

  I felt myself nod. "Elodie," my mouth said. "And Im serious. Shes not exactly my favorite person, but shes been through a lot. Its not her fault your stupid club kicked Aislinn out and then got themselves killed. Crap happens. " I stepped forward toward Finley, watched as my finger poked her in the chest. "So take your teen angst somewhere else, and cut the girl some slack. " I was speechless. Elodie Parris, defending me? Maybe in all this chaos, hell actually had frozen over.

  Finley narrowed her eyes at me, but Izzy said, "She saved you, Finn. Before the ghost got in her. She fought a werewolf even though she didnt have any magic or any fighting skills. This ghost seems like kind of a jerk, but maybe. . . maybe shes right. " See? Elodie said in my head. Thats how you handle chicks like this.

  I really dont need you to fight my battles for me, I replied, and she snorted.

  Oh yeah, you totally had that werewolf.

  I was about to make a sarcastic comment right back, but before I could, Elodie swooped away. Id been unconscious the last time she did that, which, it turns out, had been a good thing. Because having a ghost in control of your body suddenly vanish? Its kind of traumatic.

  I fell to my hands and knees, gasping at the sensation of having a Band-Aid ripped off my soul. I stayed there, breathing deeply and wondering how I was ever going to stand up again. And then I felt a hand slide under my arm. Izzy was helping me to my feet. Finley took my other arm, and between the two of them, they got me up and moving.

  "Thanks," I mumbled.

  To my surprise, it was Finley who said, "No problem. " Then to Izzy, she added, "Lets get her back to the house. " We stumbled through the dark night. "So do you have any idea where she put the werewolf?" Izzy asked me.

  "She said another dimension, so who the heck knows what that means?"

  When we arrived at the house, Mom and Aislinn were sitting in the kitchen. They both had coffee mugs, and from the tension that hung in the air, I was guessing theyd been having some kind of intense conversation. As Finley rummaged around in the cabinets for antiseptic-the scratches on her arm looked red and angry-I filled Aislinn in on what had happened.

  "Thats a very powerful spell," she said, and even though the words You think? immediately sprung to mind, I bit them back. "If you can send creatures into other dimensions-" Aislinn continued, but I cut her off.

  "I cant. Elodie can. And its not like shes reliable. " That was the nicest way I could think of to say, Back off with this weapon stuff, because it aint happening.

  Aislinn sagged back in her chair, the light fading from her eyes. "Right. Thats a good point. " Mom said, "Okay, thats enough for tonight. Sophie needs her rest, and Im sure Finley and Izzy do, too. " She glanced around the kitchen.