“You don’t think?” he questions with a c**k of his eyebrow. “Actually, I can be really persuasive when I try.”
Something’s wrong. This isn’t right. This isn’t the Aiden I know. Something’s different about him. But what? I assess him through the dark and notice that he does look a little bit different. His eyes are a hue darker and almost matching his hair. His skin looks paler, but in a strange, healthy way. It has a bluish tint to it, as though his veins have become more defined.
“Oh my God.” It hits me, like a kick to the gut, and the wind gets slammed out of me. “Why did you… how did you…? You’re a Day Taker now?”
His smile is my only answer.
Chapter 2
“Why?” I whisper, inching farther away from him. It’s not like I’m worried that I won’t be able to handle my own if I need to fight him. I’m just not sure what the Day Taker version of Aiden is going to be like. He could be a lot different from the guy I first met—maybe even dangerous.
“You told me you didn’t want to be one. That being a Day Taker was the wrong choice—that being human was right and now…” I pause at the lack of life in his eyes. It’s real. He’s really one of them. Why am I reacting so strangely over this? “Why did you do it?”
“That’s not important right now.” His fingers enfold around my arm and then he jerks me towards the open door. “We need to get out of here before the guards or one of the Highers comes out and finds us.” He then releases my arm and shoves at my back, pushing me out the door.
I slam to halt in the hallway just outside the cell. “I’m not going anywhere until I find Sylas. When we got separated… and… something happened to him, Aiden. He’s been infected by something and he… he needs our help.”
Aiden shakes his head. “No way. We have to go.”
I shake my head and stand firm, ready to fight. “I refuse to go without him.”
He rakes his fingers roughly through his hair, glancing behind him and then behind me. “We’re running out of time, Kayla. We need to go. Now.”
Deep down, I know he’s probably right. The logical thing would be to get the hell out of here before Gabrielle shows up, or a Watcher, but I stand firm, keeping my boots planted to the floor, refusing to budge. “I’m. Not. Going. Without. Him.”
I can’t leave Sylas here, especially if he’s changing into some kind of mutated, hybrid beast. I need to find him and see if he is still... well, Sylas. If he’s not… I’ll keep my promise and end his life. No matter how difficult it is. I’m tough. Strong. Plus, letting him become a beast is worse than death.
Aiden rakes his fingers through his hair again and then lets out a frustrated sigh. “All right, hurry up and search the other cages, but if he’s not in them, we have to go... we’ll come back and look for him later, when things cool off.”
He’s lying. I can feel it flowing off him, vile and foul. However, it doesn’t really matter. He may want to pretend like he’s in charge, but when it all comes down to it, I’m not leaving without Sylas. I’ll even kick his ass if I have to.
I nod, pretending I’m agreeing, and then run down the hall lined with cells, relishing in my freedom, which will only taste better when Sylas has freedom, too. God knows what they’ve done to him, if he’s still alive, or what he even looks like. Is there even a Sylas left to save? Sylas was once a Day Taker, things between a vampire and a human. But I haven’t seen him since he revealed that he’d been bitten by what I call an abomination; a disgusting creature that makes vampires look good. They’re strong though, big, and foul, and like to feed off the flesh and blood of humans. And Sylas could be one of them… he probably is and it hurts my heart in a way that I’m not used.
I check in each cell as I pass by. There’s fresh blood on the floors and splatters across the walls, but each cell is empty. As I reach the final cell, my quiet, dead heart drops in my chest because Sylas isn’t there.
“Kayla, come on,” Aiden says. “We have to go.”
“No, I’m not going.” I jerk my arm away from him as he grabs a hold of it. “I’m not giving up yet.”
“Juniper.” His voice is sharp as he jerks on my arm. “I’m not going to let you stay here longer.”
It takes all my energy not to knock him to the floor. I dig my feet into the ground, ready to kick his ass; my fist clenching, my muscles winding into knots. Then I hear the soft thud of approaching footsteps and my anger turns to tension. As my head snaps in the direction the noise is coming from, I spot the dark outline of a tall figure moving in our direction.
“If you don’t go,” Aiden tries one more time as he tugs on my arm, “then hope for humanity is lost. You’re the one who has to save everyone, Kayla. Now please, come on. We’ll come back for Sylas. I promise.” This time I don’t feel the lie flowing off him.
I hesitate as the figure moves closer. I know he’s right, yet I’m so conflicted it feels as though my body is being ripped in half. I want to stay, yet I need to go. Go. Stay. Go. Spinning around in the opposite direction, I grab Aiden by the hand. ”Come on, let’s go.” It hurts to say it, and I feel like I’m going to throw up with each stride I take, yet I fight it, moving forward.
Holding onto my hand, he leads me to the right and we run as the footsteps chase after us. The lights above our heads flicker on and off, shadows dancing along the walls as we race towards the hole in the wall that was once the red door. As we’re about to reach it, an eruption of shouts echo from behind us.
I risk a quick glance over my shoulder while I keep moving forward. Gabrielle stands by the entrance of the cell that I was locked in only minutes before. He takes in the sight of the empty room then his gaze jerks in our direction.
“Go get them!” he yells, the anger in his voice reverberating down the hallway.
The Watchers stay frozen in place, filling up the hallway, with masks covering their faces. They refuse to move and finally, Gabrielle shoves one of them in our direction.
“Get moving,” he shouts, however the Watcher simply trips, regains his balance and then stands motionless, watching Aiden and I run without chasing us.
Gabrielle’s pale eyes burn with rage as he reaches over and snatches hold of one of the Watcher’s arms, jerking them close to him. His fangs descend and then he plunges the tips into the Watcher, who grows limp as Gabrielle drinks from his body, slurping the blood like it’s a drink until finally he releases the Watcher and the body slumps to the floor. A look of satisfaction arises on Gabrielle’s face as he stares down at the dead Watcher. Then he reaches up and wipes the blood off his face with the back of his hand before he raises his eyes back up to me. Our gazes lock and a silent exchange takes place; he’ll come after me. I know it, feel it, see it.