Jocelynn Drake - Wait for Dusk

“Welcome, great coven Elders Macaire and Mira. Welcome, Stefan. Please enjoy our small holiday gathering,” Odelia said, spreading her arms wide to invite us in.

“Thanks for allowing us to crash,” I replied. “We just heard about the party and thought we would drop by for a little while.” I resisted the urge to lay my hand on the handle of one of the knives attached to my hip.

“You’re most welcome here,” Veyron said, though he refused to look directly at me. I had to wonder if it might have something to do with his missing pet. Surely there had to be a few nightwalkers present who noticed her glaring absence.

“In truth, we had not expected you to linger in the city so long. Otherwise, I would have told you about the ball. It would have given you more time to find a proper ball gown,” Odelia added, as her hand caressed a luxurious strip of black velvet on her dress.

I waved my hand at her and forced out a light chuckle. “Yes, it does appear as if I am a bit underdressed for the affair.”

“In truth, it looks as if you should be part of the entertainment rather than a guest, but it is no matter. You are all most welcome here!”

“Why that’s a brilliant idea!”

“What idea?” Odelia demanded in a rough voice, obviously terrified by anything that I could conceive of as brilliant.

“Entertainment! It would give me a chance to repay you and all the other nightwalkers for your warm welcome into the city as both an Elder and now her keeper. I would like to provide some entertainment.”

“Oh, please, Mira. You don’t have to trouble yourself,” Veyron said, finally starting to look a little nervous. “Tonight is for your enjoyment and relaxation. You’ve done enough. We’ve already heard of the removal of all the naturi from the city. You’ve taken over as keeper for our protection. We can ask no more of you.”

“But I insist! It will be fun.”

“Please let her,” Macaire interjected, surprising me. “Mira has such a special gift for entertaining those around her. She has such flair.”

“Thank you, Macaire. Now, please, return to your seats at the far end of the ballroom and allow me to entertain you.”

With anxious smiles plastered on their faces, Veyron and Odelia led Macaire and Stefan across the center of the dance floor, with me lagging behind them. I stopped in the center and sent out a slight mental push to everyone, indicating that they should back off to the sidelines and leave the center of the dance floor completely open. At the same time, I mentally directed the orchestra on the balcony to switch to a selection of pieces from Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker ballet. I thought it would make the whole performance seem more festive, since I was limited in what I could do at that moment.

Once Odelia and the others were seated at the head tables, I bowed deeply to them and then to my left and right, offering myself up to the crowd. As I stood upright again, I palmed a pair of knives at my waist and quickly began to juggle them. I wasn’t a particularly accomplished juggler, but I’d picked up a couple tricks over the long years out of plain curiosity and boredom. The silver blades flashed in the twinkling light as they rose higher and higher. When they were more than five feet in the air, I added a third blade and pushed them even higher. The audience around me exploded in applause, but I wasn’t even half done.

When one knife reached more than ten feet in the air, it became wrapped in a ball of flames. In a matter of seconds I was juggling three flaming knives to an awe-filled crowd of humans and a slightly terrified group of nightwalkers. To the humans, this was a bit of fake magic for their entertainment that could easily be explained away with logic and science. To the nightwalkers, I was a walking threat.

As the music reached its ending crescendo, I dropped to my knees, caught a knife in my left hand and another in my right. Then I tilted my head back and caught the third flaming knife with my teeth. The second the blade entered my mouth, the flames were extinguished. Thrusting the two knives in my hands back into the sheaths at my side, I pulled the other blade out of my mouth. With a wide grin, I puffed out my cheeks and pretended to expel a massive breath of air that turned into a ball of fire as it left my lips. Over the round of exuberant clapping, I could hear screams of genuine terror from the nightwalkers in the crowd.

Confident that I had everyone’s full attention, I moved on to some more stunning tricks. With my blades returned to their sheaths, I raised my hands above my head and with a snap of my fingers four orbs of fire miraculously appeared hovering in the air. I waved my hands and the little fireballs spun and danced over my head in time with the music.

Want to have some fun? I silently inquired of Stefan.

I’m quite enjoying watching you make a fool of yourself. I don’t need anything else.

Give me a hand, please. Float Odelia out here to me.

Float her out?

Imagine lifting her out to the middle of the floor like a silver angel descending into Hell. Stefan didn’t say anything, but I could feel his inward chuckle at my description.

As the music shifted, I lowered my right hand and directed it toward Odelia, who magically lifted from her chair and floated out to the center of the floor, thanks to a little assistance from Stefan. Shock initially filled her face, but she quickly covered it up with a look of serenity—just like an angel floating down from Heaven. As her feet touched the ground before me, I used my left hand to direct the fireballs to change direction so they circled around her. With a laugh and a clap, they picked up speed and the ring around her became smaller so that she felt forced to cross her arms over her chest. A fragile smile lifted her lips, but there was genuine fear in her eyes.

We were completely surrounded by humans, and I knew it would be impossible for me to completely wipe all their memories if I decided to burn her right then and there. Of course, the real question was whether I cared if this gathering of humans watched as I burned her alive. No one knew me. I could easily disappear from sight and return to my beloved Savannah with no one thinking to look for me there. The nightwalkers wouldn’t murmur a word of my identity and would most likely not admit to seeing anything at all. I was a bigger threat to them than anything that the humans could dig up.

I shifted my gaze from Odelia to Macaire, who was lounging in his chair, watching the performance with what seemed like only partial attention. I arched one brow at him, and in return he shrugged one shoulder, as if to say that it was my decision. Stefan, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of his chair, watching the flames edge closer and closer to Michelle’s executioner. I tilted my head toward him, and he gave me only the slightest shake.

Smiling broadly, I walked toward Odelia. With a snap of my fingers, the fireballs stopped circling her and returned to me. They settled on my thin figure and rolled over me, like a cat rubbing against my legs in want of affection. “It seems you’ve been given a reprieve. You’ve been promised to someone else,” I whispered, winking at her.

Tumbling backward in a series of springing backflips that put some distance between Odelia and me, I came to a halt in the center of the massive ballroom and was instantly engulfed in flames as if they were a second skin. I bowed deeply to the crowd, and when I rose again, the flames were completely gone. It was only when I threw up my hands in triumph that the room exploded in applause. For the time being, my odd outfit had been forgotten and the crowd was left pondering my amazing pyrotechnic skills. The nightwalkers were terrified, but given the fact that Odelia had survived the encounter, they were now willing to give me the benefit of the doubt. I was going to behave myself tonight. For now.