Guardian of the Hellmouth (8 page)

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Authors: A.C. Greenlee

 

sentence; he could pull the memory from her mind and replay it

 

as if it were his own. In the end she’d wrapped the car around a

 

tree, badly damaging Cassandra’s spine to the point that she was

 

paralyzed from the waist down. She’d never walk again and

 

Kailani blamed herself for it.

 

“It was fate.” He said quietly, hoping to offer her some form of

 

comfort but she wouldn’t accept it, it was rooted too deeply, the
pain of knowing she’d cost her best friend and sister something

 

so precious.

 

“It wouldn’t have happened had I listened to my instincts. Had I

 

turned back when I felt moving forward would be too dangerous

 

Cassandra’s life wouldn’t have been changed forever.” She lifted

 

her gaze to meet his, her brown eyes shining with unspent tears.

 

“That’s why I worry. Because when I don’t, people I love get

 

fucked over.” She said and he understood. He understood her

 

pain and thought of loosing people she held dear, but what he

 

couldn’t comprehend was how she still held onto it all these

 

years.

 

“You’re mortal and you made a mistake. Don’t let your past

 

transgressions hinder you in the present.” He said, watching a

 

smiling stewardess on her way towards them, checking to make

 

sure everyone had their seatbelts buckled. Panicking she threw

 

her hand on top of his belt, grabbing it to hide the fact that it

 

looked like it was floating.
“Well what are you doing?” The woman asked with a laugh.

 

“Just um…testing the elasticity?” She asked with a nervous

 

chuckle and the woman winked and made her way past them.

 

“The plane will be taking off shortly so sit up straight.” She said

 

in parting. Leviathan smirked at where her hand rested over his

 

crotch.

 

“You know if you want to move your hand lower I wouldn’t

 

mind at all.” She released his belt with a disgusted sigh, a blush

 

dusting her cheeks.

 

“Just shut up.” She said and he laughed.

 

“I thought it sounded like a pleasant way to pass the time.”

 

“You would. How on earth am I going to survive ten hours alone

 

with you?” She ignored the mischievous gleam in his eye. “On

 

second thought, don’t answer that.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. I could always teach you something,

 

since I come equipped with infinite knowledge and an action grip

 

and all.” He said sarcastically and she just stared at him before

 

rolling her eyes.

 

“You practically refused to tell me anything earlier, why are you

 

being so forthcoming with information now?”

 

“I am a firm believer in tit for tat. You shared something about

 

yourself that no doubt causes you great pain; now I will divulge

 

something as well.” He said and she felt her eyes widen.

 

“So you’re going to tell me about your past?”

 

“No. I’m going to teach you a spell.” He said and a frown

 

returned to her face.

 

“That’s not fair I know virtually nothing about you. And wait I

 

thought you said you couldn’t cast spells.”

 

“I can’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know any. I’m pretty sure

 

you know a handful of recipes but that doesn’t make you a chef,
or any better of a cook now does it?” He smirked and she

 

narrowed her eyes on him.

 

“I’m a damn good cook jackass.”

 

“Not the point I was making.”

 

“See if I cook you anything else...jackass.” Leviathan rolled his

 

eyes at her glare.

 

“Do you want to learn the spell or not?”

 

“Yes I want to learn it.” She sat back in her seat and stared

 

expectantly up at him. Leviathan couldn’t help but chuckle at her

 

nearly childlike behavior. One second she was seething mad at

 

him and the next she was perfectly content. What a puzzle she

 

was.

 

“Alright then. As you witnessed earlier, spell casting is a very

 

simple craft, though not everyone can do it. Like vampires,

 

werewolves and other races, each breed has it’s own unique

 

quirks. Spell casting just happens to be unique to witches, like
blood drinking is unique to the walking undead.” He explained

 

and she felt herself pale.

 

“You mean vampires and werewolves actually exist?”

 

“You’re sitting next to an ancient demonic entity and
their

 

existence surprises you?” He cocked a brow at her and she

 

frowned.

 

“Are we talking like…maybe one in a million or are they like

 

literally everywhere?” She asked nervously and he sighed.

 

“Vampires are one in every ten people, werewolves, being

 

usually dimwitted and easier to murder are one in twenty five.”

 

Her eyes widened at his words.

 

“So there’s a chance that we’re in the presence of vampires and

 

werewolves right now on this plane?”

 

“It’s not just a chance, it’s a fact.” His eyes seemed to shine with

 

a dark inner light. He was either toying with her or telling the

 

truth and having fun watching her squirm. Kailani risked a glance
at the passengers who surrounded them, sitting cozy in their seats

 

as they read books and listened to music on portable music

 

players. No one stood out; in fact she was probably the oddest

 

looking person on the plane.

 

“I don’t see any.”

 

“Of course you don’t. Like witches other breeds have spent

 

millennia blending in with mortals and hiding themselves from

 

the humans who would likely hunt them all down and dispose of

 

them should they ever really find out they existed.”

 

“Then what about witches? How many of them are around? And

 

Hellmouths? Please don’t tell me there are other demons on this

 

plane.” Her voice dropped to a whisper and he gave an

 

exaggerated eye roll.

 

“Do you really think I’d allow you to board a plane containing

 

the very beings we’re trying to out run?” He asked and she

 

paused before nodding.
“You might.” Leviathan gave a long-suffering sigh.

 

“No. I am the only demonic entity aboard this plane.” He told her

 

and she seemed to accept that.

 

“Okay then back to the witches and such.”

 

“Witches are one in fifteen, Hellmouths are one in three hundred

 

thousand.”

 

“Three hundred thousand?!” Her jaw dropped at the number.

 

Where there really so few Hellmouths? Compared to vampires

 

and witches they were damn near extinct!

 

“You are nearly extinct. You forget your breed is relatively new

 

and with my kind and the angels hunting you down and killing

 

you off your numbers dwindle more and more each year. By the

 

end of the decade Hellmouths will only be one in five hundred

 

thousand. In another decade; one in a million.”

 

“But that’s not fair. Why create a race if you’re just going to

 

allow it to be exterminated?” She asked and he actually shrugged.
“It’s not for me to say. I had no part in your creation and to be

 

quite honest I’m not sure why, when or even how you were

 

created.” He said and she frowned, her thoughts turning inward.

 

Could Hellmouths really just be one big joke, a supernatural

 

prank or someone’s failed attempt at playing with genetics?

 

“You weren’t kidding when you said I was convenient. It must

 

take months if not years to hunt a Hellmouth down, one sitting at

 

a hot spot is just asking for trouble.” She said, turning her eyes

 

back up to his and frowning. “What about demons? What are

 

your statistics?” She asked and he suddenly appeared

 

uncomfortable.

 

“We’ve gotten off topic. I’m supposed to be teaching you a

 

spell.”

 

“You can’t just change the subject!” She nearly yelled, gaining

 

the startled stares of several other passengers. Her face red she

 

slumped deeper into her chair. Leviathan had the nerve to grin.
“Keep your voice down. You wouldn’t want to ‘freak out’ the

 

mortals now would you?” He chuckled and she glared up at him.

 

“Just teach me the damn spell demon.”

 

“Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist. As I was saying earlier

 

before we broke off into a tangent, spell casting is something

 

wholly unique to witches, and now to your kind.”

 

“But why? Are Hellmouths somehow related to witches?”

 

“I haven’t the slightest clue. Though, recently there has been

 

some speculation about your breed in the demonic community.

 

You sprung up over night whereas others have had millions of

 

years to evolve and co-inhabit this dimension, causing split views

 

on whether or not you should be allowed to live. Some see you as

 

a risk to their safety, others see you as food, and others still just

 

want you for power.” Kailani stared up at him as he spoke.

 

“And what about you? Where do you stand on all of this?”
“I’m in the one percent. I don’t care either way.” He gave her a

 

look that seemed to speak volumes. What exactly did this man

 

care about? “Not much princess.” He answered her unspoken

 

question and she frowned.

 

“Well then what about the angels?”

 

“You already know the answer. They believe they have some

 

divine order to exterminate you all. Unfortunately that is all I

 

know about them. I’m not exactly the type who enjoys long

 

walks and tea time with the enemy.” He admitted and she sighed.

 

What kind of world was this? When the angels seemed just as

 

evil as the demons. Was there truly no good left in the world?

 

“Bingo. Hand the girl a prize she finally gets it.” He said

 

sarcastically and she rolled her eyes up at him.

 

“Just because you believe there’s no good in the world doesn’t

 

make it true you sadistic asshole.”
“And just because you live in some fairytale doesn’t mean the

 

world is all glitter and gumdrops, princess.” He retorted and she

 

glared up at him. “Now, do you have anymore questions?”

 

“Not at this time, no.”

 

“Good. Back to my point. For some reasons unknown to me

 

Hellmouths have been known to be just as good at casting spells

 

as witches. Spells, for those who can use them, are nothing more

 

than intent and will. All the extra fancy words are just a focusing

 

device meant to force your mind into a state that projects energy.

 

This is what makes the actual spell work, simple right?”

 

“Sound’s complicated…” Kailani began to fidget in her seat and

 

he shook his head.

 

“For you to cast the spell of invisibility you had to
want
me to be

 

invisible right?”

 

“I guess…”
“Well there you have it. Spell casting is a simple art belonging to

 

even simpler people.”

 

“You don’t like witches very much do you?” She asked and his

 

jaw tightened as if he weren’t expecting that question.

 

“No. I do not.”

 

“Why?” She pressed and he frowned deeply.

 

“It’s none of your business.”

 

“But…you can’t do that! I shared something about myself so now

 

it’s your turn!” His frown didn’t budge.

 

“And where has that rule been written?”

 

“It hasn’t but that’s still not fair!” She nearly shouted, her hands

 

making quick little gestures of annoyance that for some reason

 

pleased him immensely.
“Life isn’t fair. Do you want to learn the spell or not?” He asked

 

and she made a little noise of defeat before sighing and letting her

 

hands drop against her thighs.

 

“Fine! Dammit. What’s the spell?” she asked, ignoring his grin of

 

triumph.

 

“I want you to focus on what I’m about to tell you. And stop

 

glaring at me it’s unattractive.” He told her and her frown

 

deepened as he leaned closer to her. Kailani stiffened as her

 

personal space was yet again invaded by the demon. Leviathan

 

wrapped an arm about her shoulder, pulling her into his chest and

 

holding her tightly. He could feel her hesitation the moment he

 

touched her but as he reached to run his fingers through her hair

 

she relaxed almost instantaneously. “Imagine what it would be

 

like…Laying on a bed of rose petals. Their colors are vibrant and

 

their fragrance is so sweet you’re almost salivating with a need to

 

taste them.” She stiffened against him again as his hand travelled

 

from her hair, over her cheek and down her arm. Leviathan lifted

 

her hand and pressed it against his firm chest, her fingers flexing
as his steady heartbeat thud hard against her palm. “You’re not

 

alone. I’m with you, on top of you…” His lips pressed against her

 

ear and she felt her eyes closing, the vivid imagery of his words

 

sending heat straight to the pit of her stomach. “…Inside of you.”

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