Peachville High Demons 01: Beautiful Demons (9 page)

Mayor Chen is like me.

The realization had come to me the second she closed that folder, but I didn't want to admit it. What did that even mean? She was like me. So what? Wasn't that a good thing? But somehow it didn't feel good. It felt dangerous.

Ellis looked confused. His eyebrows were drawn together and his lips were turned down in a concentrated frown. “I never really considered it,” he mumbled.

I started to think about who else might be powerful in this town. There was old Mrs. Shadowford, but she didn't seem to hold much sway in the political arena. Still, she was obviously wealthy and owned a lot of property. Her teacup had rattled when she got angry. I shivered.

Principal Tate at the high school was a woman. Drake's sister owned the most popular shop in town. If I asked around, I wonder how many more women I could find in high places.

Officer Ellis pulled down the drive toward Shadowford and my palms grew sweaty. I had no idea what to expect from Ella Mae and Mrs. Shadowford. Would they kick me out? Or were they going to be lenient since Mayor Chen excused me from the investigation?

The only thing I was sure of was that I needed to get to Jackson Hunt before he told anyone what he saw the night that Tori died. If anyone found out I had left the house around midnight, I would be tossed right back into the Sheriff's office, and this time, things might not turn out so well.

“Can you drop me off here at the end of the driveway?” I asked.

Officer Ellis slowed to a halt and considered my question. “No can do,” he said. “I mean, the sheriff told me to make sure you got home safely. I don't think it's such a good idea for me to drop you off back here. It's getting pretty dark out there.”

“Please,” I said, begging. “Do you know how embarrassing it will be to have a squad car drop me off in front of the house? All the girls will see me, and everyone will make a big fuss out of it. But if you drop me off here, I can sneak around back and talk to Mrs. Shadowford directly, without having to try to explain to the other girls what happened today. I promise, I'll go straight inside.”

I could tell he was uncertain about what to do, but as I suspected, he was easily swayed. Not the brightest crayon in the box. “Alright, but I'm gonna sit right here at the edge of the driveway and make sure you get around the back of the house okay.”

“Thank you so much,” I said, pulling off my seat-belt and bolting from the car before he could change his mind. I practically ran all the way down the driveway, sticking close to the edge of the treeline so that no one inside could see me. Hopefully the police car was far enough down the drive that no one had seen his lights.

When I made it to the edge of the house, I turned and waved to Officer Ellis. He flicked his lights at me once, then backed up and pulled off. As fast as I could, I sprinted to the overgrown garden, avoiding the automatic light over the barn. The weeds were so high, I had to walk slowly and carefully, but at least the shadows kept me hidden from view. In a few minutes, I came through the other side and found myself near the back of the Hunt's house.

A light in one of the back rooms shone through the darkness and I tiptoed my way toward the window. Ella Mae was inside at her sewing machine, a TV on across the room. I backed away slowly, careful not to trip over anything, then continued on along the back of the one story house. Two windows were dark, then at the end, a dull amber glow.

Jackson sat in his room, leaning over his desk. He was shirtless, wearing only his tattered jeans. My stomach fluttered. His bare, tan back was smooth and muscular. I hesitated for a moment, noticing a long, red scar across his side. It was strangely beautiful and brought a sudden sadness to my heart.

I pulled myself together and knocked on the glass.

Jackson's head snapped up and he squinted toward me. I waved and motioned for him to open it so we could talk.

“Harper, is that you?”

“Yes,” I whispered through the screen. “No one knows I'm home yet. I really need to talk to you, can you come outside?”

He glanced toward his work at the desk and a strange look crossed his face. Disappointment?

“I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something important, but this is really serious.”

“I know,” he said. “It's not that. It's just... hang on.”

He pulled the window up as far as it would go, then unlatched the screen from its hooks. “Grab this,” he said.

I helped him take the screen off of the window, then took his hand as he pulled me into his room. I stumbled slightly as I stood up, leaning against his bare chest for support. My knees went weak and I suddenly felt extra aware of what I must look like. My hair was wild from running and my shoes were slightly muddy from the garden. I ran a hand through my hair and begged my heart to stop racing.

“Are you okay?” Jackson let go of my hand, but didn't move away. I could smell his soap, woodsy and natural. The scar on his side wrapped around the front of his body. I wondered what in the world happened to have caused such an ugly scar. Warmth radiated from his bare skin, and I wanted to move closer. I wanted to run my hand along the mark.

Instead, I took a step back. “Yeah. I'm sure you heard what happened, right?”

He nodded. “It's a small town. Word travels fast around here.”

“I figured.” I stepped around him and sat down on his bed, feeling light headed and unsure on my feet. “It was weird. They brought me in for questioning, railed on me, practically accused me of murdering Tori.”

“Then what?”

“Then they just let me go. The mayor came in and asked me all these questions about my necklace, then told me I was free to go.”

“Your necklace?” He sat down in his desk chair, then rolled it over near me.

“It's this sapphire pendant I always wear. It was my mother's. And it's the reason I was out that night you saw me in the barn. The night Tori died,” I said. “I lost it at the game, so I snuck out of my room to go look for it at the stadium.”

“Why did they want to know about that?”

I told him all about the origins of the necklace and exactly what the police had told me about Tori's death. Jackson listened with an intense concentration.

“I came to you before I went back to the house, because I didn't know when I'd have another chance to talk to you. I have no idea if they're going to let me stay here or send me away to another place. It's all up in the air.” I looked up into his eyes. “You can't tell anyone you saw me that night. If they find out, they'll arrest me. But I didn't kill her. I swear to God, I wouldn't do something like that.”

“I know you wouldn't.” He took my hand in his. “I told you your secret is safe with me, remember?”

I let out a nervous sigh. “Thank you.”

Silence filled the room and everything in my body focused in on that one spot of my hand where he was touching me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said.

“How did you know Tori? I mean, I know you were in school together, but there was more to it than that, right?”

He tilted his head to the side, then sat back in his chair, pulling his hand away. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I saw you. My first night at Shadowford. You were out by the garden with her and you wouldn't give her something she wanted. I thought you saw me there, in the window.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “I thought I felt someone watching us, but I wasn't sure.”

I waited for him to answer my question.

“I think there's something you should see,” he said.

He turned to grab the notebook he'd been drawing in. He stared down at it for a moment, then turned it around to show me. There, drawn on the paper, was a pencil sketch of me, standing in a room full of flames.

This Town Isn't Like Other Places

“I don't understand.”

My hands trembled as I held the drawing.

“I can't explain it exactly,” Jackson said. “Sometimes I see things. I don't know when or where these images will come to me, and most of the time I don't know what the images mean until...” his voice trailed off. He stood and began to pace the room.

I swallowed. “Until what?”

“You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.” He ran a hand through his hair. Normally, he wore it slightly spiked up in the front, but today it fell across his forehead and into his eyes, making him seem softer somehow.

The image was drawn on the plain white paper of the notebook. There was nothing special about it except the image itself. He had drawn it with a charcoal pencil and the level of detail was astonishing. At first glance, it looked only like a girl, me, standing in a room filled with flames. Look closer, though, and there was so much more.

A dark figure stood behind me in the shadows, a single lightning bolt moving across its face. And there, so consumed in flame I could hardly make it out, I saw the form of a demon. He was coming straight for me. There was something so familiar about the demon's face. Part gargoyle, part human. Its presence in the picture made me feel creepy and unsettled to the point of almost feeling paralyzed.

“You have to tell me, Jackson.” My voice came out more demanding than I intended, but I had to know. “What does this picture mean?”

He stopped pacing, his back to me as he spoke again. “These drawings are of the future, Harper.” He turned and our eyes met. “Whatever I draw always comes true, and it usually happens within days. Maybe a week. Maybe two if we're lucky.”

My heart stopped beating for a moment. My breath caught in my throat and I looked down at the page. Was this a picture of my own death?

“No.” I stood and slammed the paper against his chest. “This is ridiculous. No one can see the future. I was in a fire once when I was little. You must have heard your mother talking about it or something, so this is what came out when you sat down to draw. I am not going to die in fire. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not ever.”

Jackson took the notebook from me and flipped several pages back. “I know it's hard to believe,” he said. “Here.”

He handed me the drawings and I gasped. I shook my head furiously. There, on the page, was a drawing of Tori Fairchild, still in her Demons uniform. Her body was burned and contorted, almost exactly in the same pose as the pictures I'd seen of her death. I turned it over on the bed and tried to control the growing nausea in my stomach.

“I'm sorry to have to show you that, Harper, but I'm afraid for you,” he said. “I'm not supposed to share stuff like this with anyone. I learned a long time ago that I can't change the stuff in these drawings. I don't even know why I told you. There's just something about you, Harper. I wanted to, I don't know, help you. I wanted to do something for once instead of just stand by and watch it happen.”

My breath came in quick, shallow bursts and my heart raced.

“I gotta get out of here,” I said, pushing past him.

Jackson grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. His body was warm and tense against mine and I cursed myself for being so damn attracted to him. I yanked my arm to get away, but he held me tight until I stopped struggling and looked up into his warm green eyes.

“You don't understand,” he said. “This town isn't like other places. I wish I could explain it to you, but I'm bound by an oath older than time. I'm already taking a risk by showing you this picture, but I don't want anything to happen to you. Maybe together we can find a way to stop this from coming true, but I need you to believe me.”

His eyes pleaded with mine and something inside of me softened. I knew how he felt. Every time I tried to explain the strange things that happened in my life, people turned their back on me, refusing to listen to what I had to say. There were times when I didn't want to admit it, but there was something different about me. Something I couldn't control. But in this town, I wasn't the only one who was different. Deep down, I'd known it since the minute I first laid eyes on Shadowford.

My body relaxed and he loosened his grip on my arm. He pulled me close in a tight hug. I laid my head on his bare chest and breathed in the masculine scent of him. My arms circled around his waist, loose at first, then tighter. Jackson took my shoulders in his hands and leaned me back slightly. Nervously, I tilted my chin up toward his face.

“Harper,” he whispered.

His lips slowly descended on mine and I rose up to meet him. He kissed me softly and the room around me felt as if it were spinning. A shiver ran up my spine as his hand moved to the back of my neck, urging me closer. My lips parted and our kiss deepened.

I pressed my body closer, lifting slightly onto my tiptoes and bringing my arms up around his neck. In that moment, we existed on a higher plane. I kept my eyes closed and felt him melt into me. A low groan sounded at the back of his throat, creating a strange need inside of me I had never felt before. My knees felt weak, my head light.

When he finally pulled away, I felt that the entire world had changed. I nuzzled my face against his chest.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“We keep you safe,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

I didn't understand everything that was going on in this strange town. I had no idea if the picture he'd drawn would really come true. But I knew he wouldn't lie to me. And I knew that he would be there for me. Some wall between us had come crashing down.

There in his arms, I felt safer than I ever dreamed I could.

Sit Down, Girl

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool. Lights were on throughout the main house. I came around the house and entered through the front door as if I had just gotten home. The idea of going straight up to my room and attempting to ignore the fact that I had been questioned by the police was pretty inviting, but in the end, I decided it was better to face Mrs. Shadowford and get the whole thing over with.

I walked to the door to her suite of rooms feeling like it was a walk to my own execution. How long would it take Mrs. Meeks to arrange a spot for me at the juvenile detention center? A day? An hour?

I knocked on the thick wooden door and waited.