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“No,” she shouted. “Samuel, no!” But Samuel focused his attention on Sharav, whose eyes glowed, and who murmured quietly, “Weakling. ” That did it.
Samuel’s secondary grayle power rose, a dark stream of energy that poured from him, straight at Sharav.
For a moment, hope soared, but Sharav merely smiled, lifted his hand, and Samuel’s terrible, deadly energy angled off his palm and hit Vela square in the chest.
She jerked hard as a sensation like lightning struck her body.
She expected her heart to stop working all at once, but on some level, she recognized and loved that power, knew it to be essentially all Samuel.
Some of the power shunted through her system to invade her arms and legs, but the rest began a slow, painful intrusion in the direction of her heart. Her breath came in gasps.
Vela. I can’t stop this.
I know.
Hold on.
Vela felt the power driving into her chest in fractional increments. She tried to set up a shield but failed. She tried mentally to move it elsewhere, but couldn’t.
“Sharav,” Samuel cried out. “Let her go. She’s done nothing. ”
“She’s interfered and made my life difficult. We’ve lost several excellent wreckers because of her. She must die but I wanted you to be involved, to enjoy the moment, the pure poetry of it. ” Sharav then released his palm and for a split-second, Vela hoped this one act would end the stream, instead, the flow of Samuel’s power became a straight arrow toward Vela, doubling in strength.
But Sharav frowned. “She has more power than I thought, to have withstood your grayle stream this long. ” The words meant something to Vela, striking a deep chord, one that Samuel had touched on earlier, about her life and her choices, about what the death vampire attack had done to her. Somehow the answer to this brutal situation lay within those words, that she had more power than even Sharav knew and that to get out of this situation, she needed to believe in who she was, who she’d always been.
When she thought of that attack so many decades ago, a new awareness came to her, that Jeff had heard her calling to him. But that wasn’t possible because she’d screamed from her mind, a telepathic cry, and he didn’t have advanced mind-to-mind abilities. Yet that was exactly what had happened. She’d called out for help, her mind to his, directing those thoughts outside herself, and Jeff had come.
She had essentially rescued herself.
But what good would that do in this situation? She might be able to reach Endelle telepathically, but even Her Supremeness couldn’t access the Third grid or even fold to Third because the portal was sealed up tight. She was on her own.
Samuel couldn’t believe that he was killing the woman he loved, the thing he’d feared the most, that somehow his power would escape him and he’d murder another innocent. He just never thought it would be Vela because he’d been so careful.
And he had no control over the stream of energy, no shut-off switch.
He tried to remember how he’d stopped it while in Honduras. He remembered running, but the power still trailed from him, and reached for anything living as he ran forward. He’d become a vampire killing machine.
Duncan had escaped because he’d warned him to fold the hell out of the region, otherwise he would have died that day as well.
He’d reached the top of a hill and screamed his rage until he’d fallen unconscious. And maybe that was what he needed to do right now. He started to shout but Sharav placed a hand on his head and he couldn’t move.
“Just stay focused, just like this. ” Samuel couldn’t move, couldn’t do a damn thing.
He met Vela’s gaze and mouthed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. ” Me, too. My fault. I was stubborn. I should have listened to you about who I am. Now it’s too late.
He agonized as his dark power streamed toward her, hurting her, driving toward her heart, seeking her death.
How he loved this woman.
He grew very still in his spi
rit and his thoughts took a new direction as in how he’d ended up here. What had he done wrong? Not seen?
He’d tried to avoid this exact situation, yet here he hung, the flip side of hi s grayle power pummeling an innocent woman. He thought he’d had a good handle on protecting those around him, by restraining his power and refusing to allow Vela to mind-dive.
He understood now that Sharav had been using him as some kind of experiment, to transform him perhaps into a Third Earth warrior that could be controlled, made into a weapon for Chustaffus or one of the other faction leaders.
As past images flowed through his mind, a shadowy figure emerged and he knew then that Chustaffus had been to Honduras Two on more than one occasion, maybe even directing the experiments. A feeling of age flowed toward him and around him as he remembered Chustaffus. An ancient evil.
