Claire awoke slowly, her eyes opening and being met by the cheap textured ceiling of their Ithaca hotel room. A crack of daylight cut through the privacy curtain at the window, caught in a mussed spike of Jesse’s hair, his arm across her stomach and using her shoulder as a pillow. Another larger hand, Ben’s, dangled from over Jesse’s arm. A craned-neck glance found Ben’s face buried into the back of Jesse’s shoulder, his face scrunched up a little as though he was trying not to wake up.
With a breath of a sigh, Jesse shifted on Claire’s shoulder, trying to open his eyes, though his lashes stuck together some. The hand that had been under him came up to rub away the sleep, and that’s when he noticed Claire looking down at him. His expression turned sheepish, a light blush crossing his cheeks, but he didn’t look away.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Claire’s sleepy expression warmed with a tired smile. She hugged him a little closer, closing her eyes again as she sighed against his temple. In more than a few ways, this cramped hotel bed with it’s scratchy sheets and flat pillows was more warm and comforting than the dream she’d just drifted back from.
“Don’t be too loud,” she whispered, her lips tickled by Jesse’s hair. “Ben might hit you with a pillow.”
He smiled, his thumb running unconscious circles against her stomach. “Think he’s currently using me for a pillow,” Jesse whispered back. His expression smoothed some before he said, even quieter, “Thanks."
( “Will you two just make out already so I can go back to sleep?” )****
Ben had the first leg of the driving, but fortunately they didn’t have much farther to go. If they didn’t stop except for bathroom breaks, they could get up to Maine that night. It was a very, very small window.
It was driving him crazy. The
only thing keeping him from losing his cool was driving.
Claire was locked in a staring contest with the open laptop on her knees, studying the spiderweb of trails and dirt roads that apparently surrounded this massive Maine lake. The cherry sucker she bought at the gas station twenty miles back clicked against the back of her teeth, once, when she rolled the stick from one side to the other.
This isn’t gonna be easy, the thought parroted in her head for the third time in an hour. She’d looked at seventeen different maps taken over the last fifty years, and each one was different.
“The topography keeps changing,” Claire spoke around the lollipop, shaking her head. “Everything from the roads to the size of the damn lake...”
Leaning up from the back, his arms folded over the top of the front benchseat, Jesse frowned slightly. “We could drive around it. I’m getting a good feel for when demons are near. Don’t know how close I have to be though.”
“Claire, how do you feel about off-road driving?” Ben asked, not looking away from the road.
“In
this thing?” She looked up at him and popped the sucker out of her mouth. “We wouldn’t make it over the first ditch.”
“Okay, next chance we get, we get bigger tires,” he muttered, then sighed, running a hand through the back of his hair and up through it.
“We could take another car?” Jesse said, looking back and forth between them. “I could just ask to borrow one of those bigass kinds from someone.” Claire looked at both of them like they’d briefly lost their minds.
“Have either of you ever been to the woods in New England? You can barely walk through the trees, let alone drive something through them.”
“I don’t normally go this far north,” Ben admitted. “Not a big fan of the cold. I mean hell, it’s May and it’s 60 out right now. That’s devilry.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Jesse said with a smirk. “So what do we do? Run around the lake until we find something?”
Ben took a deep breath and let it out. It was a lot of ground to cover, and a very large lake. He knew that the quickest way to look fast would be to split up, but he didn’t dare suggest it. Not after what had happened the last time they’d been split up. He took a breath to speak, but suddenly the phone buzzed out on its generic ringtone.
“Shit--” he blurted, struggling to pull his phone out of his pocket. The car swerved slightly in the process before he finally pulled it out and flipped it open.
“Braeden.”
“
...is--is this Ben?”
Ben’s brows furrowed. “Who’s this?” There was a slight pause on the other end.
( “Um... This is Rosie Holt?” )****
Rarely had Claire ever experienced darkness like this. Like a living thing, the northern Maine midnight swallowed the beams ahead of the GTO as it wound slowly around an endlessly winding road. The blue arrow on the dash mounted GPS followed their progress: a single line on a field of nothing. Even technology had no idea where they were.
Which to her meant they were close.
“Next time we get a chance, let’s get some night-vision goggles,” Ben murmured. The radio had gone quiet hours ago, not that he’d been that interested in listening to music by that point anyway. His thoughts had narrowed; nothing else in the world mattered anymore but getting his sister back. They’d hit the 24-hours mark.
Despite the urgency of the situation, Jesse was exhausted and fading fast. His eyes kept drifting from the road, so it was a while before he noticed it. Even then, at first he thought he was imagining it, or at most it was just a reflection. But the light was steady, even from this distance.
“Is that a car coming our way?” he asked.
Ben turned to look over his shoulder at him. “Dude, we’re in the middle of the wilderness. Unless moose suddenly come equipped with headlights, I doubt it.”
“Yeah, then what’s that?” he said, leaning forward to point out the window. The closer they got, though, the less he thought it was headlights.
“I don’t see anything,” Claire said, squinting into the dark. Still, on instinct, she let off the gas.
“The light right in front of you,” Jesse huffed. “It’s not on the road, though, it’s off to the left some, coming up in thirty feet or so.”
“You’re going delirious, get some sleep,” Ben replied, his voice a little strained.
“
You need sleep if you can’t see what’s right in front of you,” Jesse said, getting testier. “Look, there’s two of them now! Stop the car and just look, would you? They’re glowing like--” He froze a moment before his head snapped to Claire. “Like the thing on your chest did.”
Though pulling over in this blinding darkness wasn’t Claire’s first idea of a smart move, Jesse’s correlation to the Enochian seal on her chest hit more brakes than just the left pedal on the floor. Her heart jumped and her stomach bottomed out all at once.
( He’s seeing sigils )****
The advice turned out to be harder for Jesse to follow. With only Claire’s sigil as guidance, they walked through the dark woods for hours. Jesse never would have described walking as exhausting before, but he was barely keeping one foot going in front of the other now, stumbling over branches and dead leaves and gopher holes.
It was only a matter of time before one got him. He hit the ground with hard grunt, unable to even summon the breath to swear. Part of him just wanted to stay down, let them go on without him, but he pushed up to his knees.
Ben was at his side in an instant, looking equally worn out but also running on fear and adrenaline. He almost dragged the other man up, but he knew they were getting tired. They couldn’t fight on fumes.
“You all right?” he asked.
“Fine, fine,” Jesse said, waving him off as soon as his feet were under him. He started forward again, knowing if he stayed still too long he might not be able to get going again. Ben frowned, catching him by the elbow.
“No you’re not, you’re dead on your feet,” he murmured. “Claire, hang on.”
“We’re not stopping because of me,” Jesse said heatedly. He wasn’t going to be the reason they didn’t make it in time.
“We have to rest,” Claire barely chimed in. She’d stopped a few paces ahead and could barely imagine lifting her foot for another step. Nearing twenty-seven hours without any actual sleep, they were all dead on their feet.
“You two can go down for four hours,” Ben said firmly. “I’ll keep watch.”
“You need sleep, too,” Jesse said, his irritation making it sound more like an accusation.
“We’ll take shifts,” Claire injected calmly, from fatigue and her own sense of order. She was already spending the last of her energy coiling a salt circle around them and a large, sprawling oak.
“Shifts for a four-hour rest? No,” Ben countered. “I’m fine. I’ve had enough coffee and Monsters to fuel the Israeli army. You guys need it more than me.”
“Fine; we’ll see how you feel about that after an hour of sitting.” She looked directly at Ben, able to be knocked over by a stiff breeze, but completely unwavering on her compromise.
Jesse’s eyes looked between Claire and the circle she was making. “Do we have to use salt?” She didn’t glance up as she answered.
“Not much of a choice,” the line on the grass connected. Claire tucked it away and leaned heavily against the tree, making her way down to sit. Then the thought hit, delayed a lot more than she was comfortable with. Claire looked at Ben, then Jesse, concern in her eyes.
“...can you cross salt?”
Jesse ran a hand over his face. This wasn’t exactly a time he wanted to talk about it. “Yeah, it just fucks with me a bit. As long as you break it before we leave, though, I should be fine.”
Ben smirked slightly.
( “Guess I know how to protect my computer now.” )****
The gray wash of dawn coming through the trees was a mixed blessing; at least the blackness wasn’t so complete, that they could actually see the dim stretch of an old road they’d stumbled on an hour before first light. Dawn also meant, however, that time was still moving. The last of the sand was running through the hour-glass; they were down to the wire.
The forest was tomb-still when the road opened up beneath a wooden sign that arched over it from two stripped trees, too old and weathered for Claire to make out clearly, save for the word ‘Camp’ at the end. The vine-choked buildings and crumbling tent platforms that surrounded the overgrown clearing were a further testimony to what this place had been at one time. Claire kept quiet, but as she stepped gingerly over dead and tangled grass, her pistol poised and aimed low, she notched this place as one of the creepiest sights she’d ever seen.
Gritting his teeth to keep himself focused, Jesse spread to the side as the campground widened around them. The place looked like it hadn’t been touched in ages. If it weren’t for the strange people who’d attacked them, he would have been sure it was empty. At this rate, though, he had no clue what to do. He looked to Ben.
Small cabins lined the narrow road leading in, all facing outward toward the lake. There were even a few overturned canoes on the shoreline.
This is it. This is where Rosie said she’d be, he thought. But where?
“Let’s check the main building,” Ben proposed. Even using a voice very near a whisper, it sounded like a shout in such an empty, quiet place. “Stay alert.”
The old door looked like it would collapse to splinters if she touched it the wrong way. Claire eyed it cautiously, trying to see through the spiderweb of broken glass that served as a window. Everything inside was dark and still as the woods, but naturally, none of them trusted it. Her gun extended just beyond her hand as she grabbed gently for the handle, twisted, and nudged it open.
Nothing moved, not even the air. She tipped her head to get a better look, and slowly crossed the threshold. Before her extended gun had hardly crossed into shadow, a hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm up behind her back with unnatural strength and speed. Before Claire got the chance to even look at her attacker, her arm was jerked up hard. There was a sickening pop, and Claire’s short, animal-like scream.
Ben brought his gun up sharply, his pulse off at a gallop at the sound. “Claire!”
Gasping hard and blind to
anything but the tearing pain in her shoulder, Claire was marched forward, her attacker holding her firmly from behind and peering just a little bit around the side of her head. She flashed a pearly smile in Jesse and Ben’s direction.
( “You made it! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” )TO BE CONTINUED...