Rebirth of the Seer (5 page)

“Get the hell out of here, Peter,” my old friend said, prodding, and I swore under my breath again while
gathering my coat from
where I had thrown it, almost moved to say something to Monica in departure while not wishing to do so in Chloe’s presence
. One last, lingering gaze given to my watcher and I spirited from the room, not giving a whit who in the emergency room saw the weapons I brandished along the way. One doctor opened their mouth to speak to me, but I shot them a glare which silenced them despite the impediment of my sunglasses. Ducking down an adjoining corridor, I rounded a corner and circumvented the security g
uard by leaving the hospital through
a different exit.

The rain had become a steady drizzle outside
, prompting me to slip into my jacket again
. I lit a cigarette and paced around for a few minutes, consuming the
nicotine
and tossing its remnant into a puddle once it was depleted. As its embers sizzled into nothing, I indulged another deep breath and considered how to occupy my mind while a distinct part of me could not let go of the notion that I had just given Monica over to the care of complete strangers. Gritting my teeth, I knew fretting would do nothing for us. It was a welcome distraction when I caught sight of a shadow in my periphery and spun around to face it.

While it revealed itself to be little more than a city rodent, it brought my instruction as an assassin back to the surface.
I paced to the edge of the walkway
,
where it
opened into
a side street. The cacophony of Broad Street filtered toward
me
,
calling
to mind my spirited dash to the hospital. How was I so certain we had not been followed?
Frowning
, I snuck away from the glow of the streetlights and immersed myself in the shadows to study the surrounding area.

Perhaps I could be
some
use in a less direct manner
.

Instinct took over. I immersed within crowds and scanned the people arriving and departing for minutes upon hours. At times, the billows of cigarette smoke were all which distingu
ished my position.
I was one of a multitude or one with the darkness – that figure which had stalked these neighborhoods as a killer for half a decade. I ventured no further than a block away from the hospital on
all
side
s
, and as
I wound my way back to the main
building each time, I ensured not a pulse or a footstep was unaccounted along the way. When I was satisfied
with my assessment
, I ventured inside and started the more difficult patrol.

Rufus was not the only security guard to be added to Temple Hospital’s employ. Another sat near
the front entrance
and a few more were caught either in strategic positions or walking the corridors, asking the patients if they could be of any assistance. I ducked out of sight from one guard on foot and frowned as I realized my weapons – no matter how cleverly concealed – were problems simply waiting to occur. I hid all but a dagger in a utility closet, promising myself I would retrieve the arsenal once I had determined my watcher’s fate. It was not until I had examined the establishment from morgue to roof and back that I breathed a sigh of relief. For the time being, we were safe. I could only hope it would
last
long enough
to allow
Monica to recover from her injuries.

The rays of dawn were threatening to burst through the twilight
when
I found where she had been
officialy
admitted. Three floors above the emergency room laid the Critical Care Unit, and no more than several yards from an elevator laid a nurse’s station with the overnight crew making the final rounds of their shifts. I slipped Monica’s chart from
their desk
when they were not looking and flipped through the contents in as idle of a fashion as I could manage. The surgery had gone well. A foreign implement had been removed; the doctor described it as a decorative piece of wood
,
which brought a smirk to my face. There had been a transfusion and a brush with dangerously low blood pressure. In the end, however, the only true friend I had left would live to see another day.

“Goddamn it, someone get in this room immediately!”

My head jerked upward, my eyes fixing on the end of the corrido
r as a nurse raced past me. T
he sound of monitors screaming at the waking world made the area a sudden war zone. My heart nearly restarted when I saw a doctor emerge from Monica’s room
for a brief moment until
anoth
er nurse disappeared inside after handing him a syringe.
I clutched the wall
, bracing myself
for the eerie sound of a flatline to follow the ensuing fracas.

Instead of this, however, a sharp voice called out, “Goddamn it. She’s going to hurt herself if she keeps this up.” I furrowed my brow, risking the chance of being discovered when I returned her chart to the desk I had found it. I snuck closer to the edge of the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief when the monitors ceased screaming. Retreating into a visiting area, I stole a glance as her doctor emerged a few minutes later.

“Leslie, I want you to leave a note for the day shift,” he said to one of the nurses
who walked out behind him
. “Keep that girl under heavy sedation for the next few days. If she’s going to be tearing at her IV, I want to prevent her from being a danger to herself.” He added the next comment underneath his breath. “
So much for letting her regain consciousness
.”

“I’ll add the note to her chart, Dr. Yana,” the nurse said. Their discussion evolved into how much of a dose of what would be administered, but I could contain myself no longer.
Ducking out
from hiding, I walked cautiously to Monica’s room and
stepped
inside with only the click of a door marking my entrance into where she laid.

Once inside
, I could not help but to recognize the solemn air surrounding everything. Darkness shrouded the immediate area, with only the faintest embers of
ambient light
filtering through the drawn blinds
from outside
. I walked closer to her bed – the sole one
being
occupied in the room –
while studying
the frail girl lying in front of me.

“Damn quixotic woman,” I said. “How did I wind up with a watcher whose singular ability is to
vex
me?” Machines produced a digital cadence, a sound I found both unnerving and comfortably familiar the longer I listened to it. I followed the leads germinating from electrodes and stared at the heart monitor keeping time with Monica’s pulse. A frown tugged at the corners of my mouth as I interpreted its readings. “I wish I could have been of better assistance to you. I shall simply have to prepare myself for tending to your wounds as you recover.”

A wave of sentimentality washed over me
when my eyes settled on her
, causing me a moment’s pause. I could not determine what brought it to life;
and debating it seemed an exercise in futility from a mind climbing down from such a chaotic night. Sighing, I slid my hands into my pockets and rested my hip on the corner of her bed. Whatever I felt, guilt encompassed a large part of it. There she lay
, under an assortment of blankets with an oxygen tube running under her nose, and she laid there on my account.

My lips curled downward in a frown
. “I shall never understand you, witch. With each passing day, you do something which is either increasingly more courageous or utterly foolhardy for my benefit. Why the devil is this?” Monica failed to respond
, evidence that whatever the doctor had given her had fully worked
into
her system
. Still, I felt compelled to continue. “That you would use yourself as bait, get bitten twice, and almost killed…
Then
dash in the way of a stake,
nearly
to
die again? I shall spend an eternity attempting to figure you
out and never
accomplish
the task.”

My final words had inspired a smirk which gradually evaporated. A solemn expression overtook my face. “
I shall keep watch over you, my dear. I know you know nothing of my oaths, but I vow to protect you until you are better.”

With a sigh, I rose to my feet, drifting closer to the windows overlooking North Philadelphia. The bustling metropolis gazed back from the other side, a guardian preparing to shift to the rhythm of early morning. As much as I knew I should be seeking refuge from the dawn, I found myself getting lost in thought, revisiting our fateful conversation from the night before.

It
was becoming too much of a pattern for this ragtag duo Monica and I had become, one tending to the other while they healed from infirmity. It left me to wonder how much of our time would be spent in such a position as we sought to follow the instructions we had been given. She had warned me this might happen, however. I simply had simply failed to think it po
ssible at the time
.

It came on the heels of a promise, the night before our date with infamy.

In my mind’s eye, I saw the living room to our modest safe house, her sitting on the couch while I cleaned my knives on the floor. Smoke drifted lazily
from an ashtray beside me
, a rag in my hand running the length of my final knife. I paused to draw from my lit cigarette, but shifted my
focus from my weapons
to Monica
when
the weight of her
gaze settle
d
on me
.

As much as her eyes were fixed upon me, though, they
seemed a thousand miles away. A
mental
wall granted
her
private
thoughts
sanctuary
from my psychic prodding. I perked an eyebrow, reaching forward to extinguish my cigarette
and set the dagger down
. “Your expression is pensive, yet your mind is closed,” I said, white plumes billowing outward with my words. Reclining back against one of the other chairs, I adjusted my position so I could face her. “Is there something you wish to say?”

Monica glanced at my
blades
before looking at me again. The room was dark enough for me to have my sunglasses off, so she could not ignore the deliberate stare I maintained. She did not answer at first, though – not until shifting in her seat and pointing at
the collection of
blade
s. “Have you always taken such good care of those?” she asked, a question I recognized as an obvious diversion.

Still, I shrugged, apt to temporarily indulge it. “I learned to do so early on, at first for the sake of ritual, but later for the sake of use.” Sliding my leg into a bent position, I rested an arm on my knee. “Neglecting to polish even the finest steel will cause it to rust and deteriorate. It is hard to depend upon a katana which lacks a sure cut, especially as an assassin.”

“I bet.”

“Now, are you truly curious about proper weapon care, or is there something else on your mind?”
I smirked,
an expression which turned more bemused the longer I maintained it
.

She narrowed her eyes in response, but betrayed the action by grinning as well. “Maybe I’m just curious. Haven’t thought that might be it? What’s the matter, don’t I look like the sort of girl who’d be interested in whipping a sword around?”

“Yes, I can just envision you throwing knives and decapitating vampires. Perhaps someday you might even get around to drawing the blade you keep strapped to your thigh.”

“Are you trying to say I don’t know how to use it?”

“A knife is easy enough to use if you are able to recognize which is the sharp end.” My grin broadened. “You do know which one that is, am I correct? Or must I extend you the offer of teaching you?”

“You sarcastic son of a bitch.” Monica laughed

“You flatter me, miss.”

“That wasn’t a complement. I’m still wondering why I didn’t drive a stake through your chest when I had the chance.”

“Because you were overwhelmed by my charm and my good looks. It is a burden to be so attractive, but one I bear nonetheless.”

She shook her head, a gesture which caused me to smile. Finally, she settled enough to regain her composure. “Before I need a pin to pop your ego, I’ll come clean with you. Yes, there is something on my mind and, no, it’s not your burdensome good looks.”

I nodded, leaning back against the chair again
. Resting my arm on the cushion, I
motioned with my hand as I spoke. “One does not need to be psychic to see that. You have been wearing it on your face all night. Please, tell me what it is. I am yet unable to sift through your private thoughts.”

“It’s a lot of things, actually.” Monica drew in a deep breath. She exhaled it slowly and allowed her disposition to become serious. “Lydia’s gone. It’s finally hit me that she won’t be there to offer us guidance any longer.”

“It is just as well. I have thought about it and concluded that watching me become a sadist could not have made the afterlife lovely in any way.”

“No, I’m sure you’re right.”

“Be that as it may, I do agree. Her oversight was beneficial.”

Monica sighed
. “It wa
s the only oversight I ever knew. She’s the reason why I went looking for a duplicate pendant; how I knew everything that happened before she was murdered and where my insight into you came from. Granted, she never spoke to me in my dreams, but she at least talked enough about you that I knew where to look for information. If it had been left up to the Council…”

She trailed off. I furrowed my brow. “What of it?” I asked.

“I would’ve been completely in the dark. When I first told them I meant to rehabilitate you, they told me it was my funeral. I’ve been hoping that after what happened with Sabrina, we’ll regain their oversight, but…”

“… You do not think they will hear our case?”

Monica nodded. “Exactly. They might even seek action against us.” She paused to glance away again, frowning. “I haven’t wanted to deter you, Flynn, but they were pretty pissed off with me the last time we spoke. What I told you before, about your life possibly being in jeopardy – I still think it is. Though I’m hoping for the best, I’m preparing for the worst.”

“Well, I thought the idea somewhat whimsical anyway, no offense to
ward
this blind optimism you possess with regard to me.” My own
gaze
became distant as I studied my knives, seeing in them not merely my current mission, but the havoc I wrought with them as an assassin. “To be perfectly honest, I am not entirely certain I deserve to go on living.”

“If Lydia said you must, then you must. The Fates have their own agenda. That they gave you a mission in the first place means you
have to
stay on this path.”

“And what path might that be?”

Monica offered me a sober smile, her eyes speaking comfort to my unsettled soul. While such a look would have ordinarily repulsed me, I found it soothing for
a change
. “That’s for you to find out. I’m afraid I might not be able to give you much assistance beyond tonight.”

Those words caused me to straighten my posture and regard her much more seriously. Not asking for permission before doing so, I delved into her mind as far as she would allow me, to search through the thoughts
troubling
her. She did not offer me any resistance. Instead, the message she could not bring herself to saying played inside my mind.

I was yet unacquainted with the ways of the Supernatural Order, but already knew one thing – their roundabout ways confounded me. As a creature of action, I reckoned that if I was such a threat, I should have been done away with despite any words of defense Monica might have already presented. They allowed me to be the devil for four years, though, and did nothing but watch and wait. Monica waited for me to find her, they waited for me to realize my supernatural powers – everything those daft mortals did seemed to involve
waiting. I could not fathom
such a passive attitude. But as I plumbed Monica’s thoughts, a much different picture was being painted with the brush strokes of anxiety. The Council could be spurred into action. They just needed to be prodded.

“So, they would finally send a hunter to pursue me,” I said,
breaking the brief silence which had settled between us
. “The killer becomes a penitent and
yet they would put me to death?
”

The look in her eyes turned haunted. Monica sighed, glancing away while straig
htening in her seat reflexively
. “Not just any hunter, Flynn. A seer. Probably even a master seer. Someone with a hell of a lot more training and experience than even you have.”

I could not help but to scoff. “Please, witch. The covens sent assassins to exterminate me and not a one of them was successful.”

“The kinds of people I’m talking about would make your assassins look like amateurs.” Her absurd posture turned all the more confusing when her fingers began tugging at the fabric of her skirt. “Think about your fight with Sabrina for a moment and take this seriously when I say a fully-trained master seer would have mopped the floor with her. I know where this brash level of confidence is coming from, and I’m not trying to crush your ego, but these men go through
intense physical and mental
training. They infiltrate covens and can take entire droves of vampires out without breaking a sweat.
The chances of us surviving one of those encounters borders in the slim-to-none category.”

Her eyes found mine again
. “I want you to make me a promise,” she said, mustering a sobering amount of seriousness in the way she regarded me. “When I go in to speak to the Council, I want you to hide outside and listen. If they threaten action against us, I want you to get as far away from here as possible, with whatever you can carry on your back. Don’t come for me, just go.”

“Bullshit. I shall make no such promise.”

“Damn it, Flynn. You must.”

Regardless of how much her admonition had begun to unnerve me, her request
irritated me to the point of clenched teeth. “Monica, I cannot and shall not. As much as Lydia gave me a commission, she assigned you to be my companion. I need your counsel. Leaving you to face their judgment without intervening is out of the question.”

“But you have to.”  Her tone of voice turned desperate. “This is important…”

“I have no doubt the matter is grave. This is why I cannot do it alone.”

“Someone else might be able to help you.”

“And what would they ask of me in return?” I narrowed my eyes at her and rose to my feet. “How could I trust them not to plunge a dagger into my back when my defenses were down? You are the only person I trust and I do not wish to search the ends of the earth for another
in whom I could put my faith
.” I frowned
while struggling with how angry this proposition was making me. “I dare say, you are the only being who believes in me.”

Monica sighed and looked away. “You have no faith in
yourself
.
”

“I do not, for I know what kind of devil I am.” I sat on the edge of the chair and stared at her until her gaze returned to me. “I may be tame for now, but I am, in no way, domesticated. Depravity was never more personified – indeed, I was probably viler than Sabrina herself and would have eventually usurped her, given the time. My humanity may be in control now, but even when I lay upon the floor of that coven, I succumbed to the siren call of my dark side and until Lydia’s talisman called me back.”

“But you came back.”

I frowned. “The next time I might not. You do not understand what I was being enticed to do by Sabrina. I would have defiled my only friend to do her bidding. I would have liked it; loved it, in fact. I once told Rose I would make her a trinket in my pocket – well, I would have worn you like a coat.” This time my gaze was the severe one, meeting hers in an expression meant to penetrate into the marrow. “I will not become that monster, not without someone who would put me to death if I became a tyrant once more. You are the sole person with the ability to either coax me back to my senses or end me should the monster resist being caged.”

“Flynn,” Monica said,
the color escaping her face in some small measure
. “I don’t think you’ll have that problem any longer. You’re a seer now. If you turn evil again – trust me when I say this – the Order’s trigger finger will be itchier than mine. They’re not about to let someone as powerful as you running around without a conscience.”

“I do not trust their ability.”

“
Well, trust this much
: from this point forward
the game has changed and you and I have to be prepared to play it.”

I could not issue a rebuttal. Our conversation gradually relaxed and I swore to her, after a great deal of prodding, I would flee to safety and leave her to the Order’s judgment should the worst come to pass. She smiled at me and said, “Now was that so difficult?” but I suspected she knew already what course of action I would take. It led me to wonder if she forced me to swear the promise merely to soothe her own conscience.

I simply wished it would not have resulted in her brush with death.

“Next time, we must be mindful of
elders wielding stakes, my dear
,” I said,
shifting away from the memory and
returning to my
hospital
vigil. My now-informed watched rested under the haze of sedatives, looking as though t
he very shadows she feared had come to claim her
. I fought against the temptation to remain by her side, especially upon catching sight of the clock. After all she had done,
I
would be doing her a disservice in risking my death.

So, I indulged another steadying breath and exhaled i
t slowly as I strolled to her bed
side. Reaching for her hand, I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a subtle squeeze. “Rest. I shall be close at hand. And Fates help whoever would mean you ill should they harm you in your sleep.” With that, I released her hand and slowly, walked in the direction of the door.