Morgan Rice - Betrayed

But emotionally, deep down, she just couldn’t let go her feelings for Caleb, her feeling of duty. She had to make an effort to save him, even if it was hopeless. She couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t even try. And she just couldn’t accept that he would be gone forever.

Caitlin suddenly felt the sickness well up within her again, and without warning, she raced to Aiden’s window, opened the shutters, and threw up, again and again. Blood splattered his stone windowsill.

Finally, she caught her breath and wiped her cheek. The room was spinning. She did not feel like herself.

Aiden now stood a few feet behind her, and as she turned, he looked down at her. His eyes – always so calm, so in control – suddenly widened in surprise. She had never seen him surprised before.

“Oh my,” he said, staring right at her. “I never saw this.”

He was staring deeply into Caitlin’s eyes, and it freaked her out.

“Your eyes…” he said, “… they are yellow.”

The thought of that scared Caitlin. She felt herself trembling inwardly. Was something really wrong with her?

“I don’t feel – well,” she said, feeling dizzy. She felt like she had been poisoned.

“Of course you don’t,” he said, as he slowly reached up and lay his palm on her forehead. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Finally, he looked down at her and nodded.

“As I suspected,” he said.

“What?” she asked, nervous.

“You’re pregnant.”

If Kyle was capable of feeling anything like joy, this was the closest he’d come. Just a few short weeks ago, he had been, punished, acid poured on his face, cast out from his brethren – a freak, a pariah, never to set foot here again. Now here he was, back underneath City Hall, the new leader of the Blacktide Coven. He had managed to overthrow Rexius, to avenge himself on all of his old enemies, and to hold firm possession of the Sword. He even led an army of thousands, and all the local covens had shown deference to him. The world belonged to him.

And the war was just beginning. That battle had been glorious. Once he had killed Samuel and captured Caleb, it had turned into a rout, his men slaughtering them all. They had put up a good fight, but in the end, his men just outnumbered them. They had now gained tremendous ground, and even more neighboring covens had flocked to join him. His army already spread uptown, block to block, like a swarm of locusts, wiping out all the humans, and concentrating their force as they headed towards the Cloisters to wipe out the White coven. Soon the entire city would be his. And after that, his Master Plan could begin.

Kyle smiled wide. The apocalypse he’d always dreamed of was finally here.

There was only one tiny thorn in his side. It was the tiniest of thorns, but still, it lingered. Caitlin. That girl. He hated prophecies, and he especially hated the prophecy swirling around her. He hated her lineage. She being the One. The only one who, according to Scripture, could put an end to this apocalypse. He knew it was all nonsense, but the problem was, the other vampires didn’t. They believed in it. And that amounted to psychological warfare.

He knew from the start that he would have to find her and kill her once and for all. After that, and only after that, he could rest easy, and total annihilation could begin.

Which is why he was especially pleased that they’d managed to capture Caleb. Caleb was a better warrior than he’d expected. Kyle had to admit there was a moment there when he feared he might be beaten by him. But then Sam came along. Sam had not only turned into one of his best soldiers, he had turned into his most loyal and trusted soldier. He had saved Kyle’s life. He had proven his loyalty. For that, Kyle would always be grateful.

More importantly, he had given Kyle the opportunity he needed to capture Caleb. And now, with Caleb in hand, he was certain that Caitlin would come. They only needed to bide their time, and he was sure she would show, like a moth to a flame.

He grinned again. Yes. His plan was working.

And if there was anything better than his killing her personally when she arrived, it would be to watch her own brother, Sam, kill her in front of his eyes. Oh, he thought, that would make for such a perfect day. The joy of it, the memory of it, would sustain him for years to come. Yes, what a perfect ending for her. Killed by her own brother’s hand.

Moreover, it would cement Sam’s loyalty to him forever. It would make him the loyal, trusted consigliore that he could rely on as he extended their war past New York. It would serve two purposes, and Kyle was delighted with himself that he’d even thought of it.

And what better weapon to finish her off with than the very weapon she had led him to? The Sword would kill her for good this time.

In the huge chamber of bustling vampires, Kyle leaned over and whispered into Sergei’s ear, and soon several guards were scrambling, cutting through the crowd, with orders to find Sam and Samantha.

Within seconds, the two of them stood before Kyle’s throne.

The room grew quiet, as the coven turned to watch. It was not often that Kyle summoned someone before him.

“Sam of the Blacktide Coven,” Kyle said slowly, authoritatively, “you have proven yourself in battle. For that, we are indebted to you.”

There was a loud clamor in the room, as all the vampires roared approvingly.

Sam stared back, expressionless, just as he had been since being turned. He still looked as if he were lost in a haze.

“You have but one act left to cement your loyalty to our coven,” Kyle continued.

Sergei came running over, holding the Sword.

Kyle leaned over and took it, holding it in both palms out in front of him. It gleamed in the torchlight.

“One day, your sister will come to us. It is inevitable. And when she does, we will kill her.” Kyle leaned forward. “More specifically, you will kill her. With this Sword.”

Sam stared back, expressionless.

“And with this act,” Kyle continued, “you will prove your loyalty to me once and for all. And when you do, I shall award you the rank of General, and guarantee you power and riches beyond what you ever dreamed.

“Sam of the Blacktide Coven, do you accept this mission?”

Sam stood, staring back, unblinking. His expression did not change either way.

Kyle began to become annoyed. He felt his face start to flicker with rage.

Suddenly, Samantha stepped up between them and bowed low.

“My master,” she said. “Sam is still in a state of shock from being turned, and from his first vampire battle. He is not fully comprehending. I ask that you grant me a private audience with him to explain. I promise I will not disappoint you,” she said with another bow.

Kyle breathed deeply. “Very well. You have but a few minutes. Nothing more. And if the answer is not what I want, you and your boyfriend will both pay the price. I assure you.”

Samantha ushered Sam into a side chamber of the hall. She closed the door behind them, and as the two of them stood alone, she spoke to him in a quick, agitated whisper.

“Sam, I need you to focus, I need you to listen to me,” she pleaded.

He was still staring, expressionless, and she wondered how badly the turning had affected him. He barely seemed like he heard her at all.

She stepped up, grabbed his face with both of her palms, leaned in and kissed him hard. She held it for a long time.

She retreated, and looked into his eyes. There was the slightest flicker of recognition. Maybe she had broken a bit of the spell.

“Sam, we are in grave danger. You have to accept that Sword. You have to tell Kyle that you will kill your sister.”