Destiny Dreams And Demons - Chapter 26 Abby 26

Adam stopped in front of the house, got out and came around to let me out. I stepped out and saw a beautiful woman with long brown hair and big hazel eyes look at me with a smile on her face. “Don’t you love it, Dru? Isn’t it beautiful? What do you think?” she excitedly asked.

“Lena,” I whispered. I knew who she was though I had never really seen her so clearly.

“Do you know where we are?” Adam asked me.

“Yeah,” I smiled and walked up the steps. I turned and looked at him. “This was Dru’s home!” I looked at him in shock. Dru was real, she had to be. I was standing on her porch.

He smiled and walked to me, “Yes, it is.”

We walked inside and I took in the sweet smell of roses and sage that perfumed the air around us. I could see bits of memory of Lena everywhere I turned. She danced around the kitchen in front of me in a soft blue dress with her hair flowing around her. She ran into the room and flopped down on the couch in cut off shorts and a tank top to my left, a smile stretching her face wide. I saw her smile at me from behind the grand piano that sat to my right under an oil painting of her and Dru.

As we walked down the hallway I could see her skipping into the last bedroom on the left. We followed her into the room and found the massive master bedroom that had belonged to Lena and Dru. It was an impressive room with white cathedral ceilings and red oak wood beams. The walls were of a midnight blue with deep red oak wood floors. The furniture was made of the same cherry oak as the floor and beams and created a very warm but steel feel to it.

I walked up to the huge four post bed and turned around to face Adam. I noticed he looked distant, like he had the night we met.

“What is it, Adam?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he lied then corrected, “Do you remember the night we met?”

“Of course,” I answered with a slight huff of a laugh.

“Okay, do you remember when we were talking about your dreams and you mentioned a demon attack?”

“Yeah,” I replied cautiously. What was he getting at?
for visiting.

“Well, I need to ask you some questions, if you don’t mind me asking about that dream, now.”

“Okay,” I watched as he sat down on the edge of the bed and I sat next to him facing him. He looked down at his hands that he was rubbing together in front of him. “What do you want to know?”

“First off, it was for sure, a demon?”

“Yes, named Balthezar. He is kind of the right hand man to Lucifer. He is a huge red demon with black tribal like tattoos all over his body and face, with massive clawed hands and rams horns. His eyes are,” I paused remembering those eyes that still struck fear in me before continuing. “His eyes are a hideous shallow amber color that is terrifying to see. But yes, demon, I checked.”

“Okay,” he paused. I assumed letting it sink in. “What stopped the attack?”

“A Wiccan symbol on the lower right side of his back, I looked it up and discovered that it’s a symbol called Eolh. It’s a symbol of protection, it glowed and the demon screamed and disappeared.”

“And you saw the book?”

“Yeah, the Black Book of Lucifer. I looked it up, too.” I paused with a small chuckle and asked, “Why do you ask?” I wondered.

“Well,” he started as he stood up in front of me. I watched as he unbuttoned his vest and shirt, taking then off and carefully laying them on the bed next to me. He looked down at me and I already knew. He turned so that I could see his scarred back. Long, wide scars beginning at his shoulders and extending to the small of his back. I ran my hands down the scars and I could feel the heat that radiated from them. Out of curiosity, I pulled at his pants and looked at the lower right side of his back, just above his ass and spotted the Eolh. I gasped at the electric current that I felt as I touched the symbol.

“What?” Adam asked self-consciously.

“Just that, I never thought…” I paused as it all came into view. I could see that nightmare in my mind all over again. Just this time I knew who it was. It was Adam. I shot up, “Oh my god! I saw it happen. I didn’t know or even think that it was you but I saw it all happen!”

“Yes, you did. I don’t know how or why you did but you were there.” He said as he turned around and looked at me. “You said you broke a snow globe that night, right?” he waited as I nodded my head in confirmation. “It had a silver dragon with red eyes and two little fairies inside the globe, right?”

I started to step back and found the bed as my jaw fell open at the shock of the snow globe. “Yeah,” I stopped not knowing what to say.

“The next morning when I woke up from my blood soaked bed, I found my favorite snow globe that my mother had given me on the floor broke. When I met you, you mentioned the attack and the book and the snow globe and I knew it was you! I didn’t know how or even how to explain it so…”

“You locked up.” I finished.

“Yes, it was me! And that is the only thing I can’t explain, I even talked to my dad about the possibility of you being, Dru and if that would explain it, but he doesn’t know either.”

“Unfortunately, neither can I,” a man with blond hair was standing at the bedroom door. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“No, just getting some answers, answers she can give at least.” Adam hurried to grab his shirt and throw it back on. “She did research on an attack that she saw, so she knows more than any of us do.”

The man, whom I recognized from my vision, was the same compassionate man that pulled Dru down from the stake after the fire. His green eyes still full of compassion and empathy.

“Silas?” I asked quietly. His eyebrows furrowed and Adam snapped around to me. “You were there the night Dru was burned at the stake. You cried as it happened, unable to stop it, so you waited until the fire went out and took her home. You saved her that night,” I explained to him.

“I wouldn’t say that I saved her, she was immortal so she would have lived on her own. And I couldn’t save her from my father either.”

“But you did save her.” I exclaimed as I walked across the room to look him in those bright green eyes. “You’re right, you couldn’t stop your father from doing what he did, and true she would have survived on her own because, yes, she was immortal. But you saved her faith! She had been losing faith in mankind for many years before that night. Your father and the villagers with him finished it off but you…” I looked at him and understood how he had reignited her faith. “You showed her more compassion than any human had. You were not obligated. You didn’t even know her, yet you carried her four miles back to her home and helped her begin healing. You drug a heavy trough into the house, which could not have been an easy feat considering you were a human, and you helped get her dress off of her body. Your kindness that night saved her from becoming a monster. You saved her from being an assassin, killing humans along with vampires. Don’t you see that?” I stopped, letting this sink into Silas’ mind. “You may have been the son of Cato, that barbarian, but you were never nor are you now anything like him!” I finished and brought my hand to his face. A tear fell from his eye and ran down his cheek at how much he truly meant to Dru.

“How do you know all of this?” Adam asked.

“Because, I know Dru, I know how she felt. I know everything about her.” I answered as I turned toward him.

“That’s because, you are Dru,” Silas said from behind me.

“No,” I turned halfway back to him, keeping Adam within sight. “I’m not Dru,” I corrected.

“Yes, you know about her because you were Drusilla.” Silas said imploring me to hear him out. “When Dru died, she was to be reborn within a human body without memory, a clean slate in a way. It is believed that Dru had become too dark to continue on. She needed a new start, a reset so to say.”

“Too dark?” Adam said questioningly.

“Yes,” I looked at him and continued, “It was believed that you were made for her, you were The immune but you are so full of life that it was feared that Dru was too dark to love you.” I paused to put into words what I was about to say. “And she was,”

“No, she couldn’t have…” Adam started then stopped. “She was killed to protect me?”

“No, not to protect you. To give both of you a fighting chance at happiness. Dru was so consumed by hatred that she could never truly love you as you deserve, and knowing this, the Gods arranged a new life for her to, basically as Silas put it, reset.”

Suddenly, it occurred to me why I knew this. As much as I didn’t want to believe it and as much as I fought it, it wouldn’t change the fact that I was, at one time, Drusilla.

“So, what now?” I asked Silas. “I get it. I know that I was Dru. I’m not Dru anymore but I was and I am the new life promised to her as a reset.” I stopped to let that sink in. “So do I become a Kethra? Are there any Kethra still alive? I thought Lena and Dru…I were it.”

Silas smiled and I stopped. He looked at me and said, “It was your plan, what was the next step?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “I drew some vials of blood to be used. I stashed them where only the Gods and I would know.”

At that, Silas reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the vials that I had hid. I furrowed my eyebrows trying to figure out how he had it. As if he were reading my thoughts, he said, “Ares.” I laughed at the thought but didn’t say anything. “He came to me a couple of months ago, he said that you were beginning to open your mind and would make yourself apparent to me and that I needed to use this to turn you into a Kethra.” He finished with a smile.

“Okay,” I said but then I had more questions. “If I become a Kethra again, will I remember being Dru or will it be like it is now, someone else’s memories?”

“I can’t really say,” Silas answered. “I have never been in a situation like this. I don’t think anybody really has.”

“Alright, let’s do this,” I said confidently though I was terrified. I didn’t know if I was really ready but Ares thought I was so I trusted he was right.

Silas nodded and pulled out a syringe from his doctor bag that he had set by the door when he had come in. I hadn’t even seen it until now.

“You become a doctor, again?” I asked.

“Yes,” Silas said tenderly. “I went back to school and got a new doctorate degree. Perk of being immortal,” he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

“True,” I chuckled nervously as I watched him draw the blood into the syringe.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he made sure that the syringe plunger was in the right place. I nodded, unable to speak. “I’m not sure how much is needed but hopefully this is enough.” At that, he stuck the syringe into my neck, directly into my jugular.

It didn’t take long to kick in. The room became dimmer and fuzzy as if I were drunk. I felt Adam and Silas grab my arms and lead me back to the bed. I sat and the room began to spin faster and faster. I felt like I was going to be sick from the spinning but instead the darkness that had dimmed the room snapped into my sight and filled my entire body completely, leaving me feeling nothing.

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I felt suspended in midair like I was floating. There were reddish tendrils of light flashing dimly around me like lightning crawling up the walls of the nothingness that I found myself in. The lightning got brighter and more violent as it began to close in on me. Then one of them struck me and I felt the life in it. Then another struck and I felt the exhilaration again.

All of the tendrils of lightning struck me at once. I felt an unimaginable amount of life and energy filling me to the brim. It felt as if I was about to explode, then the light flashed and my eyes shot open.

I sat up in a start. I looked around and realized that I was in the bedroom at Dru’s house. I could see everything clearly, much more clearly than I had in my mortal life. My mind on the other hand, was foggy and disoriented, trying to organize my thoughts into a single timeline.

I felt alive and full of energy like I could run around the world in a day. I smiled at the thought and my fangs caught my lower lip. Everything clicked in my mind into its place.

I was Drusilla. I was a six hundred and sixty-one year old Kethra. I was half demon. A Warrior. A Champion of the Gods, named so by Ares, God of War, himself. I was nearly an indestructible master of war. But I was also half human. I was Abby, a widow. A dreamer. A writer.

As it hit me all at once, I realized nothing would ever be the same.