Legacy of Ghosts – Chapter 3 – Part 7 (final)

For the next couple of weeks I’ll be posting the first three chapters of Legacy of Ghosts in tiny, blog sized nuggets,  hopefully a bit a day.

If you’ve missed previous chapters, you can read them here.

WARNING!!!

This contains spoilers. If you haven’t read Shades of Gray, proceed at your own risk

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Before Loren’s objection could sound, Jorick spun around, closed the distance between them and slammed him into the door with a force that jarred the house and made Katelina gasp.  Loren struggled loose from his grip and circled Jorick warily. With one hand Jorick snatched him off his feet and threw him across the room where he crashed into the chair and sent books scattering.

Jorick glared at him as he tried to stand. “Just stay down.”

“No.” Loren grimaced and righted himself. “You’re not my mother! And I’m not some little kid!”

“Compared to some of the vampires you’d be facing you’re only a toddler.” Jorick’s voice rose, “Do you understand how powerful they are, Loren? Do you remember the other time The Executioners came? Do you remember what they did to the Rogues? Do you?”

Loren shuddered involuntarily, then looked disgusted at his own weakness. “That was a long time ago!”

“No, not so long ago.” Jorick appraised him with cold eyes. “Can you defeat me? If not, you have no hope of winning against them, either.”

For the first time since the fight started, Loren looked uncertain, but he quickly hid it beneath a veneer of determination. “Maybe I could.”

Jorick shook his head, and the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. “No, you can’t.” He turned back to the dining room. “This conversation is finished, Loren. When you look back on it later you’ll realize-”

Loren launched himself across the room at Jorick’s back, and Katelina shouted a warning. However, before her noise even registered, Jorick stepped out of the way and Loren ended up sprawled on the floor.

With a savage growl he pulled himself up and flung himself at Jorick, his fists swinging. Jorick blocked his punches and tossed him to the side. He landed near Katelina’s feet in a heap, but he was soon up again. A thin stream of blood tricked down the side of his face and his eyes blazed hatred.

“Loren?” Katelina whispered and pressed herself back into the wall. Until now, she’d never been scared of the boy but, with that face, he looked like some of the monsters she’d fought before; the ones hiding in Claudius’s den.

Jorick took a step forward. “Stop, Loren, before you get hurt.”

“No!” he roared. “I can take care of myself!” He launched himself at Jorick again, and again Jorick sidestepped him. But, at the last second, Loren whirled and landed a punch to Jorick’s gut.

Jorick stood there and looked at him, unfazed.

Loren gaped in surprise, and for a moment his resolve appeared on the brink of crumbling, but something in Jorick’s cold face strengthened it instead.  “Fuck this!” He stepped back and straightened his hoodie. “Fuck this and fuck you!”  Then he stalked out the door, slamming it behind him.

It took Katelina a moment to gather her wits and then she glared at Jorick, who was innocently righting the furniture. “Was that really necessary?”

“What?”

“Beating the crap out of him. He’s just a kid, you know! He just wants your approval. Like it would kill you to give it to him? Why do you have to be so… so unrelenting all the time?”

Jorick stacked the books haphazardly without looking at her. “Am I unrelenting?”

“Yes,” she seethed. “Unrelenting and judgmental! You think you know what’s best for everyone! You act like-”

“Like what?” He snapped around to face her, his tone angry. “Like sending him to that fight would be sending him to his death? Because it would be, Katelina! Would you rather I encouraged him to go die? You, with all your sentimentality?”

“Well, no,” she faltered. She’d seen what they were capable of. They were as strong as Jorick and he’d defeated Loren effortlessly.  But, even so. “He deserves to be given a chance. If he’s going to fail, he should be allowed to find it out for himself. He has feelings too, you know.”

“Stupid feelings,” Jorick remarked thoughtlessly, but her furious look made him do a double take. “What?”

“That’s exactly what I mean!” She snapped. “You’re so unrelenting and judgmental! Like you have a right to decide what’s valid and what isn’t!”

Jorick stopped what he was doing to focus on her. “No, I’m not. I was only saying-”

“You were only saying that his feelings were stupid. Are mine stupid too?”

Jorick started to answer, then held up his hands. “I don’t know what this is over, but I’m done with this.”

“Oh, you’re done?”

“Yes,” he said quietly. “When you’ve figured out what you’re mad about, let me know.”

“For your information, I know what I’m mad about!” She broke off as he strode from the room. “Jorick! Get back here now!” she shouted, but his only response was the slam of the door.

“Loren’s right,” she muttered furiously and threw herself on the couch. “Fuck you, and fuck your secret room too!”

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  1. Jonathan Harvey

     /  October 9, 2010

    Wow. Sounds like there is trouble in purgatory. (I would say paradise, but they’re vampires.)

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