“The government have a backup plan. One that would destroy every supernatural creature living on this earth.” I cracked my knuckles, copying his movement from earlier.
Sitting back again, Dave slanted his head to the side as he stared at Joseph. “Don’t think our government is the only one who would destroy us if we got out of control. Who doesn’t have a contingency plan? I bet you even have one for your little group.”
Joseph thrust forward, trying to get out of his chair. Laughing, I whispered a freezing spell. His legs froze just as his butt rose from the chair. He was leaning forward, unable to reach us, unable to sit back down. The strain on his face was hard to ignore. Covering my mouth, I swallowed the laugh that wanted to escape.
“Of course my little group...” Joseph spat the last three words. “...has a plan. Shouldn’t you be thinking about what they would do if I was captured?”
Shrugging, Dave acted like he didn’t care. He was a good actor when he tried, able to disconnect from the emotion of our job. Except when it came to me and the personal links to our case.
“Your wife has been pulled in for questioning,” I said.
The roll of his eyes was almost enough for me to lose my temper. I could see the thought that went through his mind. A lot of men were still prejudiced against women, even though we lived in a modern age. Vampires often lived for centuries which meant that they held that view far more than humans and modern day witches.
“There’s no point in carrying on with this interview,” he said. “There’s nothing I can tell you. Shouldn’t you be out there trying to find the serial killer?”
His bored tone made me surge from my chair. Pushing his shoulder harshly, I laughed when he toppled to the ground. Dave took my wrist, forcing me to break the spell that held Joseph’s legs frozen in place. As he scrambled up from the lino floor, the vampire sneered at me.
“You really want to know what we have in store for you?” His words pushed through his teeth, his lips pulled far back from the sharp incisors. “We’re going to take what’s no longer yours to keep. Come the Equinox, you won’t have a choice but to give up all that you are.”
“And how are you going to do that exactly? Use a demon?” Dave was cool as he spoke.
My legs were shaking under the table as I tucked my hands into my lap. The Equinox. The serial killer had mentioned that he would perform a ritual at a specific time. He must have meant the Equinox. The time when Earth’s magic was most superior when it connects with the moon.
“I’m not going to reveal my plans. I’ve said too much already. Curse of being an angry vampire.” Sitting in his seat, Joseph kept a straight face.
Getting up, I stared down at the leader of the PFF. “You won’t have a chance to ruin me, considering you’re stuck in here. Your wife made a fatal move last night. Neither of you are ever getting out. Meaning your little group of terrorists will fall apart. Especially when you’re executed. You won’t ever get the chance to resurrect anyone, because you’ll be dead.”
Leaving Dave to finish the interview, I left. He gave me a small nod when I looked over my shoulder. He would ask Joseph about the demon. How he did it, what it entailed and what he’d hoped to gain from using a demon. He’d also speak to Helen and find out who was working with her.
At that moment, my energy was depleted. If the threat to the ley line was real, which it was, I had to find a way to come back to life. That way, if my enemies ever did achieve their goal, I would at least still live.
Chapter 8
The bag of ashes was heavy in my palm as I crossed the street. Taking a deep breath, I studied the ancient disused church that rose high above me.
A cool wind whipped at my loose hair as I checked around to make sure no one was following me.
When the gate opened, the rusted metal hinges squeaked. The stench of damp earth swept into my nostrils as I stepped silently up the stone steps of the church, my breath held when I tapped the marked wooden door three times.
Creaking open, the door allowed me access to the inside of the building. No one was on the other side, telling me that the witch who I’d arranged to see had allowed me entrance with a spell. She must be able to feel that it was me if she could perceive my energy.
“Welcome!” a feminine voice called as I stalked down the aisle.
The run down church was gothic in style, the stain glassed windows running down the sides of the walls. It was shadowy, the dark night not allowing any light to stream in through the pretty coloured glass. Candles flickered on every available surface, the flames dancing and illuminating the church.
A woman stood at the altar, a round stone table in front of her. The pews to either side of me lacked any cushions, only the bare wood, unused for many years.
“I see you hold the ashes of a witch.”
She did? Well, she must have very good eyesight. Or the ancestors had warned her that I was coming.
The bag had appeared in my bedroom the night I got home from my previous visit to the ancestors. I had locked it away, afraid of what it held. I could no longer be afraid, I had to carry out what the ancestors had asked of me.
“Can you help me?”
Getting closer, I studied her face. Her forehead was covered by the navy blue hood of her cloak, sending shadows across her cheeks. However, when she looked up, her bright grey eyes pierced me. The wrinkles on
