Vicki Pettersson - The Touch of Twilight

If he’d had lips they would’ve pursed. “She scares you more than I do. I think I should be offended.”

“This plane is going to collapse under her continued attacks, and besides, she scares you too. I keep wracking my brain, wondering why, because I know it’s more than her ability to unbalance us all, not that I expect you to tell me. I’ll have to do a little research into the history of tulpas and doppelgängers.”

“So until then we join forces.” A bloodied stump of a tongue darted out to lick those nonexistent lips.

“Under one condition.”

Surprise twisted his features. “You’re making conditions now?”

“You can’t tell anyone we’re working together,” I said flatly. “I want this to be between you and me alone. We combine our powers and work together to eliminate the doppelgänger, but I don’t want anything to do with your troop.”

That was true enough, but it wasn’t all. What I really wanted was to keep this agreement between us from Regan. She’d been content to keep my Olivia identity to herself because not only did it give her an advantage over the other Shadows in securing my death, it gave her a sense of power to know something the Tulpa didn’t. However, she might spook if she found out the Tulpa and I were speaking. She might tell him about Olivia. She might kill Ben as a warning to me.

“I already told you,” the Tulpa said, scratching his rib cage. “You’re no longer welcome in my troop.”

I inclined my head. “Then you have no problem keeping your Shadow agents out of the loop.”

“Only if you’re kosher with abandoning the agents of Light for the time being.”

“I figured that was a given.”

The muscles in his cheeks stretched into a grin. “Agreed, then. So I’m going to give you a mantra that speaks to her natural frequency. The next time you see her, you must say it three times exactly the way I tell it to you. Saying it once will call her to you. Twice will bind her energy in place. The third time will bring me to your side.”

“I can do that?”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, the things I can teach you, daughter.”

I went wide-eyed beneath my mask. “Like how to play catch? Roughhouse on the living room floor? Lessons on how to fend off unwanted advances…though it’s a little late for that, isn’t it?”

I hadn’t forgotten the Tulpa’s culpability when it came to the destruction of my entire adolescence, and he needed to know it. We might be working together now, but it was as a means to an end, and didn’t mean I liked it.

He folded one claw over the other. “Anybody can do it, provided they know how. This specific combination of words is set on the same vibrational plane as her energy.”

More vibrations, I thought ruefully. “And you know what that is, how?”

The answer flashed over his face. “I read it the moment I laid eyes on her.”

I grunted. Of course he had. “So it’s a spell.”

“You can think of it as a prayer if it makes you feel better,” he said, his smile mocking. “But it’s really alchemy.”

“Alchemy that can kill her,” I clarified.

He rolled his eyes, causing bloody tears to form in the inverted ducts. “You haven’t been listening. She’s pure energy. She can’t be killed. But she can be absorbed back into the universe, made harmless, dissolved back into raw matter like all spirits upon death. Then our world will regain its original cosmic resonance.”

And we could go back to killing one another. So, then, the equally important question was “And what about me?”

“You’re free to leave as soon as she’s bound. No need to stick around.”

Which was fine by me.

“Yet there is one more little thing.”

I folded my arms over my chest, but inclined my head so he’d continue.

“A condition of my own.” He lifted his chin, and I saw red beads, like sweat, rolling down his throat. “If you use this mantra to get rid of the doppelgänger, then as soon as I exterminate her, you must come willingly to the Shadow side. You come into my domain, learn what I have to teach, give me a chance to show you everything you didn’t know you were missing.”

I suddenly felt like a fish on a line. “You mean if I use it, I belong to you.”

“It makes sense, doesn’t it? I’ll have saved you, and the world, from her cannibalistic designs, her basic destructive force. You’ll owe me.”

And it was a good way to facilitate the rise of my Shadow side. I shook my head. “I’ll never owe you a damned thing.”

“Not if you’re dead,” he quickly agreed, narrow tongue darting out to lick at the corners of that inverted mouth. “The only other way to stop her chaotic attacks on this reality’s plane is to give her what she wants. You watch, each time you run into her and don’t bind her with my magic, she’ll have taken on more of your appearance, your mannerisms, your aspect. The collapse of this world aside, wait much longer and you won’t even have the ability to choose sides. She’ll just take over your life. A new model…one that will make the old one obsolete.”

He watched me steadily through Zell’s blood-slicked orbs, but I said nothing for so long, he must have despaired of an answer at all. He shifted on his feet. I sighed and met his gaze. Just because I had the mantra didn’t mean I had to use it. And at least using it was a known risk. So much about my double-my twin, as he called her-was still unknown. I finally nodded.

“Good. I figured you wouldn’t be willing to speak in a foreign language-”

When the words were powerful enough to bind another being into place? “You got that right.”

“So I’ve translated the mantra for you from the original. You must repeat it exactly as I do.” His eyes rolled back into his sockets to show only white as he pulled the words from memory. “‘I, Joanna Archer, pledge…’”

“I, Joanna Archer, pledge-”

“Not now!” The irises whipped forward in his skull, flaring red. “You don’t want the energy released before its time. My God, the things you don’t know! Just repeat it silently over and over again. Memorize it.”

I did. But as I did, I thought. He wanted me to bind the doppelgänger so he could come along and destroy it. Yet basic science held-and he’d said himself-that energy could never truly be destroyed, only transmuted into a different state. The Tulpa had called it alchemy, stressing that inflection and tonal intonation were important. I didn’t know anything about mantras, but I did know they had to be directed at something…someone.

“So what do I call her?” I asked, thinking the damned thing might backfire on me.

“Call her nothing. Her name isn’t needed for the spell to work.”

“You mean the prayer ?” I said dryly.

The remark didn’t require an answer, and he didn’t give one. He just turned away and began to head toward the long hallway.

“Wait! Aren’t you going to…” I waved up and down at the length of his host body when he turned to regard me, one hairless brow cocked.

He smiled, dripping blood. Zell’s suit was shot. “Not quite yet.”

I watched him walk out, dripping fluids, and moments later heard screams of terror pinging within the shop front. It sounded like a roomful of children were being massacred. I rolled my eyes and removed my mask, pulling down my tight bun to run fingers through my hair.

As the screams died out front, I wondered why the Tulpa was being so reasonable about all this. Agreeing to disagree wasn’t in his nature, and I could feel the synapses in my brain aching to fire, but the new connections weren’t being made. There was something he wasn’t telling me, something he needed me for beyond binding the doppelgänger. Who knew? Maybe Kade and Dylan could help me figure out what that was as well. Until then, agreeing to work with him to rid our city of the doppelgänger was the only constructive thing I could do.