Tegan's Magic (The Ultimate Power Series #3) (7 page)

Finn eyes me warily. “Now be careful, I wasn't going to give it to you so soon. I'd been hoping to train you first, but the current situation calls for desperate measures.”

Just as he's saying this I glance out the window to see a woman giving her boyfriend a whack across the face with her handbag. I can't tell whether they're having a domestic or if it's chaos induced.

I focus back on the blade in my hand and flick it open, holding it away from my body. “This is so cool, but I'm not sure I need it. I've got my magic to keep me safe.”

Finn gives me a serious look. “That's all well and good, but you can't rely on all that airy fairy business. What if you're standing face to face with a hungry vamp or a crazed human and it doesn't come to you? You'll be glad to have something tangible to use as a weapon then, you mark my words.”

I can't believe it, but I'm actually touched. There have been a few instances over the past couple weeks that have indicated to me that Finn might actually care for me, and this “gift” seals it. If he didn't care then he wouldn't be worried about me being left defenceless. I place the blade back in its box and throw my arm around his shoulders to give him a hug. Out of instinct I kiss him briefly on the cheek.

“Thanks buddy,” I say, pulling away and nudging him with my elbow. “This has to be the most thoughtful yet disturbing gift anyone's ever gotten for me.”

Finn coughs and gives me a smile. “You're welcome. And I'll teach you how to use it properly soon. You've got the look of a woman who'd be good with a blade. Just try not to use it unless absolutely necessary for now, okay?”

“I'll take that as a compliment,” I reply, grinning and imagining myself being able to use it like a pro someday. I'll be so kick arse. “And don't worry, I'm not going to go whipping it out at all and sundry.”

Finn chuckles.

“Well that's just lovely, did you not bother getting anything for me?” Rita asks, somewhere between amused and annoyed.

Finn levels his eyes on her through the mirror again. “You don't need any of the weapons I could give you. You've a better chance of staying alive than any of us, witchy-pants.”

She seems appeased by this. “That's true.” A pause. “Don't call me that again.”

Finn laughs and pulls the car into an almost empty parking lot.

“We'll have to get out and walk from here. There's too much traffic, which means we haven't a hope of getting any closer to the church.”

He hands an empty backpack to each of us for carrying the bottles of holy water back to the car. Rita pulls it on over her leather satchel. I'm curious to know what she's hiding in there.

As we walk the short distance to St. Peter's, I can feel a certain frenetic energy in the air that puts me on edge. It's like my body is aware that the current peace is on the cusp of being broken. It could happen at any second if someone tilts the balance over just slightly.

I don't like this. Tribane has always been a dangerous place to live, even before you factor in all the vampires, but this is something else. I slide the blade Finn gave me out of its box and slip it into my coat pocket, ready for any eventuality.

When we get to the entrance of St. Peter's I smell the familiar churchy scent of incense and old wooden furniture. Finn walks up to the font of holy water, dips his fingers in and blesses himself. Rita and I bypass it and follow him to the little shop on the left.

It's quiet and dark inside the main building, with only a handful of people kneeling in the pews, their heads bent in prayer. Candle lights flicker up by the alter.

In the shop there's a nun sitting behind a glass window serving customers. Aside from that there are shelves of cards, rosary beads and various kinds of religious memorabilia. I spot a bunch of thimbles with the pope's face on them. How bizarre can you get? I try to be respectful enough not to snicker. Over in the corner there are stacked bottles of holy water. The nun is currently serving an old man in a grey shirt and there are about three other customers standing behind him.

“How are ya Sister Frances?” Finn calls, saluting the nun.

I almost laugh at how inappropriate his greeting seems. The nun glances up and gives him a warm smile in return, muttering a quiet hello. She blushes just slightly. Well, it seems Finn's charms work on all women, nuns included.

“Is Father McGuire around by any chance?” he asks, going up to stand by the glass window. He rests his hand on the glass and peers down at Sister Frances. Seeing Finn among ordinary people opens my eyes to just how intimidating he can appear. Intimidating and sexy. I guess being a trained killer will do that to a person. The customers eye him warily.

“I think he might be in the rectory,” she manages to squeak out, blushing more profusely now.

“Grand job, I'd like to have a word with him. My friends here want to purchase some holy water.” He pauses and nods to me and Rita. “They've a very sick aunt who's requesting to be bathed in it. They'll probably want to buy up your whole stock. Would that be okay?”

What a weird explanation. I guess being bathed in holy water wouldn't sound so strange to a nun. Perhaps she's used to carrying out extreme requests for the sick and dying.

“Oh yes, of course. I'll just finish up with these people here and I'll be right with you.”

“Lovely.” Finn gives her a warm smile and the nun turns back to her line of customers.

He walks towards me and Rita, dusting his hands together. “That's that taken care of. We'll have our chaos killing juice put together in no time.”

He rests his arm along my shoulders, all casual. His thumb begins rubbing absently back and forth across the material of my coat.

Rita starts looking through a selection of rosary beads. “These could make for a fun accessory. Tegan, do you know if crucifixes work on vamps like they do in the movies?”

“They don't,” Finn replies gruffly. “God forbid we have it that easy.”

“Well they'd still look cool. I can wear them ironically or something.”

“Where does the irony come in?” Finn asks.

“I'm the offspring of evil wearing a representation of godliness and prayer, get it?”

Finn's just about to say something to her when a loud scream filters through from the main area of the church. We all look at each other questioningly. Sister Frances pales sitting behind her glass window; she's clearly been keeping abreast of the news and fears the increasing violence has found its way to St. Peter's. You'd think a church would be immune from such things, but what we're dealing with isn't selective like that. It infests what it can, wherever it can.

Finn's arm drops from my shoulders and I can't help thinking how I miss his warmth. We hurry out to see where the scream came from. At first it looks like the place is empty, but then when my eyes reach the alter my heart drops. A priest is pummelling his fists into a man who'd been praying in the pews when we'd entered. The whole thing just looks so wrong. Finn rushes toward him and pulls him away from the man by wrapping his strong arms around the priest's middle.

The priest struggles and fights against Finn's hold, but he has him in too firm of a lock now, with his arms twisted behind his back.

“Let go of me you bastard. Let me fucking go,” he spits.

“Now, now Father, is that any way for a man of the cloth to be talking?” says Finn, perspiring a little in his struggle to keep the priest at bay.

I hurry to the guy he'd been hitting, about to try and help him to his feet when I stop in my tracks. Slithering like a snake out from behind the alter comes a black mist. Before I know it it's seeped all the way into the man and his eyes roll back in his head. I turn to Rita to find her backing up close to me, because there are several mists advancing on her as though trying to cow her.

“They can't get into us, remember,” I say, grabbing her thin arm. “Did you bring the vinegar and the salt with you?”

She swallows and nods.

“Good, we've got to make the mixture now. Run and get some holy water from the shop, quickly.” Again she nods and hurries through the mist. It parts for her like the red sea, as though repelled by her very presence. I feel a small moment of triumph.

I turn to the man to see that his eyes have come back into focus, only now they're completely black. It wasn't just a little of the mist that got into him, it was the whole thing, and the sight of him makes my blood run cold. One side of his mouth slashes upward in a sickening, sadistic grin.

He stretches his hands out on the floor and begins crawling towards me, super-fast. I stumble backward, hitting the backs of my legs off the side of a pew. I look to Finn to see that now he's not only struggling to keep a hold of the priest, but there are also a bunch of mists swirling around him like predators, waiting for their chance to claim his body, too.

Normally I like the fact that Finn is human, but right now I really wish he had something supernatural about him. It's one thing when a normally peace loving priest goes crazy, but it's a whole other kettle of fish when a man like Finn who knows exactly how to kill loses his marbles.

I pull the razor from my pocket, flip it out and swipe into the air as a warning for the crawling man to stay away from me. He stops in his tracks and hisses, cracking his neck to the side. Oh my
Christ
. This is like some topsy turvy version of The Exorcist. When the mist leaves his body I don't think he's going to be walking away from the experience.

I keep swiping at him, but this time it doesn't work. I think that the chaos entity inside him suddenly realised that it doesn't care if I cut the body it's currently possessing. It leaps at me. I scream instinctively and hop up onto a pew, before leaping from one to the next until I reach Finn. I swing my arms out at the mist that's gaining on him, and I repel it in the same way Rita did.

All of a sudden the book comes into my head again, the one that told me about the spell for Rebecca's blood. Like before, my mind flicks through the pages before stopping on the line it's looking for. It reads: “To expel the chaos from human flesh, one of a magical disposition must place both hands to the centre of the chest until all remnants have evacuated.”

Without thinking I drop to my knees before the priest and push both of my hands to his chest. Almost instantaneously his mouth opens and the mist flees his body in a stream of black and grey. His head sags to the side. He's breathing but he doesn't regain consciousness. He's old though, so I'm sure the possession took a lot out of him.

Just as I'm about to relax, the man from before pounces on me out of nowhere. I yelp and throw my hands out, pushing them to his chest the same way I did with the priest. His body goes limp as the mist evacuates, but unlike the priest, this guy isn't unconscious. He's dead. I scurry away from him, horrified by his lifeless form.

“Shit, how did you do that?” Finn swears.

I shake my head. “Not a clue, it just came to me.”

I see a mist trying to slither its way towards him again so I leap in front of him and swipe at it. “Get away from him!” I shout and it slinks off into a dark corner of the building.

When I look back at Finn I see him grinning. “What?” I ask.

“Look at you, Petal. My little hero.” He puts his hand on my head to ruffle my hair and I push him away, still in shock from the dead body lying a few feet away from us. Finn really is far too used to death. He pulls me back, taking the razor that I still have clutched in my fist and folding it closed.

“Put this away, silly woman. You'll end up hurting yourself.”

I don't protest because he's right. I almost nicked myself with it twice already.

Footsteps pound down the aisle, with Rita running towards us carrying a spray bottle in each hand, the kind used for cleaning products. I sputter a manic, involuntary laugh at the sight of her, but the humour evaporates when one of the stained glass windows shatters through and a brick comes crashing to the floor just shy of us.

The next thing we know, several chaos possessed people come through the main entrance of the church. It's weird, because it's almost like they know we're in here and are coming specifically for us.

“Never a dull moment,” Finn mutters.

“What should we do?” I ask, as Rita shoves one of the spray bottles into my hand and pulls another out of her bag for Finn.

I see a mist moving towards Finn's arm so I dive forward, squirting the liquid at it. It emits a strange squealing sound and disintegrates into nothing. The sound is awful. It makes my ears go pop.

“Ugh, that's a horrible noise,” says Rita, voicing my own sentiments and doing a little shiver as though shaking it off.

“There they are,” shouts one of the men who've just come inside the church. “Get them!” he orders and the others descend on us.

“Ah shit,” says Finn, pulling a gun out from the inside pocket of his coat. He aims it at the group headed our way. “Back the fuck up or I'll shoot,” he warns, his voice steady.

The one who seems to be the ringleader laughs and they continue coming at us. I'm still staring at Finn in shock that he has a gun. Normally I see him with a stake or a bow and arrow for killing vampires, but I guess there's nothing better than a good old fashioned shooter when it comes to fighting humans. Especially the supernaturally crazy kind.