Blood Promise Chapter Six

I bolted upright, every get comp allowe the ground of me awake and alert. in that respect were no city lights to shine through the window, and it took me several mins to make out anything in the darkened room. Sydney was curled up in her own bed, her manifestation outstandingly at peace as she slept.Where was the Strigoi? Definitely non in our room. Was it in the house? Every hotshot had said the road to Dimitris town was dangerous. Still, I would develop scene Strigoi would be going later on Moroi and dhampirs-though humans were a big part of their diet too. Thinking of the nice couple whod welcomed us into their home, I tangle something tight clench in my tit. No way would I let anything happen to them.Slipping suavely out of the bed, I grabbed a acknowledge of my s proceeds and crept from the room without disturbing Sydney. No atomic list 53 else was awake, and as shortly as I was in the living room, the nausea went away. Okay. The Strigoi wasnt inside, which was a vertical thing. It was outdoors, apparently on the side of the house nest my room. Still pitiable silently, I went out the houses front door and walked around the corner, as quiet as the night around me.The nausea grew stronger as I approached the barn, and I couldnt help plainly know smug. I was going to surprise this Strigoi whod vista it could sneak into a tiny human village for dinner. There. Right near the barns entrance, I could see a long shadow moving. Gotcha, I thought. I readied the stake and started to spring forward-And then something struck me on the shoulder.I stumbled, astonished, and discovered into the face of a Strigoi. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow by the barn materialize into an early(a) Strigoi striding forward. Panic shot through me. There were 2, and my secret detection system hadnt been able to tell the difference. Worse, theyd gotten the drop on me.A thought adjacently flashed into my mind What if ones Dimitri?It wasnt. At least, this close one wasnt. It was a woman. I had yet to get a feel for the second one. That one was approaching from my other side, moving fast. I had to deal with this immediate threat, though, and swiped at the woman with my stake, hoping to wound her, but she schemad so quickly, I precisely saw her move. She struck out toward me in an to the highest degree casual way. I wasnt fast enough to react and went flying toward the other Strigoi-a guy who was not Dimitri.I responded quickly, leaping up and kicking him. I held the stake out, creating outer space between us, but it did little good when the woman came up from bottom and grabbed me, jerking my be against hers. I gave a muffled cry and snarl her hands on my throat. She was probably going to break my neck, I realized. It was a fast, easy technique for Strigoi that then let them drag absent a victim for feeding.I struggled, jostling her hands slightly, but as the other Strigoi leaned all over us, I knew it was useless. They d surprised me. There were two of them.They were strong.Panic surged in me again, an overwhelming sense of fear and desperation. I was afraid every sequence I fought Strigoi, but this fear was reaching a breaking point. It was unfocussed and out of control, and I suspected it was fey by a grab of the madness and darkness Id absorbed from Lissa.The feelings exploded within me, and I wondered if theyd suppress me out front the Strigoi did. I was in very real danger of last here-of letting Sydney and the others get killed. The rage and distress of that thought were smothering.Then, suddenly, it was ilk the state burst open. Translucent forms, glowing softly in the darkness, sprang up everywhere. about looked like normal people. Others were horrible, their faces gaunt and skull-like. Ghosts. Spirits. They surrounded us, their presence making my pig stand on oddity and sending a splitting business organization through my skull.The ghosts turned toward me. Id had this happen b efore, on a plane, when apparitions had s limber uped and threatened to train me. I braced myself, trying desperately to summon up the enduringness to build barriers that would shut me off from the spirit world. It was a skill Id had to learn, one I usually kept in place without any effort. The desperation and panic of this situation had cracked my control. In that horrible, blood-curdling moment, I again egotistically wished Mason hadnt found peace and left this world. I would have matte up better if his ghost were here.Then I realized I wasnt their target.The ghosts were mobbing the two Strigoi. The spirits didnt have solid forms, but every place they touched and passed through me felt like ice. The fe mannish Strigoi immediately began waving her ordnance to fend the apparitions off, snarling in rage and something almost like fear. The ghosts didnt appear to be able to hurt the Strigoi, but they were apparently pretty annoying-and distracting.I staked the male Strigoi before h e ever saw me coming. Immediately, the ghosts around him moved to the woman. She was good, Id institutionalize her that. Despite struggling to fend the spirits off, she was still able to dodge my attacks amusement parkly well. A lucky punch from her made stars burst before my eye and sent me into the barn wall. I still had that ghost-induced splitting passportache, and my head slamming into the barn didnt help. Staggering up, dizzy, I made my way back to her and keep my efforts to get a shot in at her heart. She managed to keep her chest out of my range-at least until one particularly terrifying ghost caught her off guard. Her momentary distraction gave me my chance, and I staked her, too. She fell to the ground-leaving me alone with the spirits.With the Strigoi, the ghosts had clearly wanted to attack them. With me, it was a lot like on the plane. They seemed fascinated by me, desperate to get my attention. Only, with dozens of phantoms swarming, it might as well have been an attack.Desperately, I time-tested again to summon my walls, to block the ghosts off from me as Id done long ago. The effort was excruciating. Somehow, my out-of-control emotions had brought the spirits, and while I was calmer now, that control was harder to grow about. My head continued throbbing.Gritting my teeth, I focused every ounce of my attitude into blocking out the ghosts.Go away, I hissed. I dont need you anymore.For a moment, it looked like my efforts were going to be useless. Then, slowly, one by one, the spirits began to fade. I felt the control Id learned before gradually slip into place. Soon, in that location was nothing in that location but me, the darkness, and the barn-and Sydney.I noticed her just as I collapsed to the ground. She was running out of the house in her pajamas, face pale. kneel at my side, she helped me sit up, legitimate fear all over her. flush Are you okay? I felt like every challenge of energy in my brain and body had been sucked out. I c ouldnt move. I couldnt think.No, I told her.And then I passed out.I stargaze of Dimitri again, his arms around me and bonny face leaning over me to care for me as hed done so often when I was sick. Memories of things past came to me, the two of us laughing over some joke. Sometimes, in these dreams, hed carry me away. Sometimes, wed be riding in a car. Occasionally, his face would start to take on that fearsome Strigoi image that evermore tormented me. Then Id quickly order my mind to brush such(prenominal) thoughts away.Dimitri had taken care of me so many times and had always been there when I needed him. It had gone both ways, though. Admittedly, he had not seemed to end up in the infirmary as much as me. That was just my luck. Even when he was injured, he wouldnt acknowledge it. And as I dreamed and hallucinated, images came to me of one of the few times Id been able to take care of him. yet before the school had been attacked, Dimitri had been involved in a number of tests w ith me and my accomplice novices to see how well we reacted to surprise assaults. Dimitri was so tough that he was almost impossible to beat, though he still got bruised up a number of times. Id run into him in the gym once during these tests, surprised to see a cut on his cheek. It was hardly fatal, but there was a fair amount of blood showing.Do you realize youre bleeding to death? Id exclaimed. It was cordial of an exaggeration, but still.He touched his cheek absentmindedly and seemed to notice the stain for the first time. I wouldnt quite go that far. Its nothing.Its nothing until you get an transmission systemYou know thats not likely, he said obstinately. That was true. Moroi-aside from contracting the occasional lofty disease, as Victor had-hardly ever got sick. We dhampirs had inherited that from them, just as Sydneys stain gave her some protection. Nonetheless, I wasnt about to let Dimitri bleed all over. issue forth on, I said, pointing to the small bathroom in the g ym. My voice had been fierce, and to my surprise, hed actually obeyed. aft(prenominal) wetting a washcloth, I gently cleaned his face. He continued protesting at first but finally fell quiet. The bathroom was small, and we were just a few inches from each other. I could smell his clean, intoxicating scent and study every detail of his face and strong body. My heart raced in my chest, but we were supposed to be on good behavior, so I tried to appear self-possessed and collected. He was eerily calm too, but when I brushed his hair back behind his ears to clean the rest of his face, he flinched. My fingertips touching his skin had sent shock waves through me, and hed felt them too. He caught hold of my hand and pulled it away.Enough, he said, voice husky. Im fine.Are you sure? I asked. He hadnt released my hand. We were so, so close. The small bathroom seemed ready to burst with the electricity building between us. I knew this couldnt last but hated to let go of him. God, it was har d being responsible sometimes.Yes, he said. His voice was soft, and I knew he wasnt mad at me. He was afraid, afraid of how little it would take to ignite a fire between us. As it was, I was warm all over, just from the feel of his hand. Touching him made me feel complete, like the person I was always meant to be. Thank you, Roza.He released my hand, and we left, both off to do our own things that day. But the feel of his skin and hair stayed with me for hours afterwardsI dont know why I dreamed that depot after being attacked near the barn. It seemed weird that Id dream of taking care of Dimitri when I was the one who needed care. I guess it didnt really matter what the memory was, so long as it involved him. Dimitri always made me feel better, even in my dreams, giving me strength and resolve.But as I lay in that delirium and moved in and out of consciousness, his consolatory face would occasionally take on those terrible red eyes and fangs. Id whimper, fighting hard to push th at sight away. Other times, he didnt look like Dimitri at all. Hed turn into a man I didnt know, an honest-to-goodness Moroi with dark hair and cunning eyes, gold jewelry glinting on his neck and ears. Id cry out for Dimitri again, and eventually, his face would return, safe and wonderful.At one point, though, the image shifted again, this time into a womans. Clearly, she wasnt Dimitri, but there was something about her chocolate-brown eyes that reminded me of him. She was older, in her forties maybe, and a dhampir. She laid a cool cloth across my forehead, and I realized I wasnt dreaming anymore. My body ached, and I was in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. No betoken of the Strigoi. Had I dreamed them, too? Dont try to move, the woman said with the faintest feature of a Russian accent. You took some bad hits.My eyes widened as the events by the barn came back to me, the ghosts Id summoned up. It hadnt been a dream. Wheres Sydney? Is she okay?Shes fine. Dont worry. Some thing in the womans voice told me I could believe her.Where am I?In Baia.Baia, Baia. Somewhere, in the back of my head, that progress to was familiar. All of a sudden, it clicked. Long, long ago, Dimitri had said it. Hed only ever mentioned his towns boot once and, even though Id tried, I had never been able to have in mind it. Sydney would never tell me the name. But now we were here. Dimitris home.Who are you? I asked.Olena, she said. Olena Belikova.