Death
Screeching metal sounded exactly as Kiyaya imagined it would.
Loud, shrill, and something he had heard from the banshee’s screams.
He’d expected the car to swerve around him. Kiyaya had come to stand in the middle of the road and had caused a massive rainstorm. Anticipating the sleek Mercedes coming down the street like a bat out of hell. Kiyaya didn’t know where that phrase had come from, only that he liked it.
It had been poetic. The way the headlights cast the rain like sheets of silver bullets. With visibility like the middle of a blizzard with the brights on. Thomas Peterson took in Kiyaya’s silhouette amongst the rain and pulled the wheel to a hard right.
Kiyaya felt the smile tugging at his lips. The car careened off the road, screeched as the brakes rubbed against metal and slammed into a tree. With every movement, Kiyaya’s smile widened until he was the wolf watching his prey die.
His plan had come to fruition earlier that morning when Talia had come to the bar down on Pike’s street. She’d had that snotty friend handing on her arm. The tall lanky one that bragged every Thursday about her mother’s new boyfriend and how he loaded he was. He was glad he would never have to go back to that bar and listen to her again.
Kiyaya had played it right.
The charming mystery man clad in his leather jacket and black v-neck. Kiyaya had encouraged both the girls to drink to their heart’s content- on his tab of course. He even offered to call them an Uber. All because he found Talia’s smile undoing. The charm had worked.
Talia had gone back to a house he knew tension riddled it that morning. He’d made sure the wife had seen Thomas with the younger housemaid. The pretty one with the big chest and had waited. He had waited as Talia left the house that morning. Had waited after she got home drunk and now he waited long enough to start his ritual. He’d waited long enough.
“Help... Help me,” Thomas gasped. The car’s exterior had pierced a lung. Kiyaya knelt before the broken man.
Thomas’ eyes furrowed, then widened as he recognized him.
Thirty years had passed since the eldest Peterson had left forks to pursue other dreams. Kiyaya had counted every single year. He’d counted his years for a hundred years. And restarted counting when Edmund had mentioned a granddaughter being born.
The first girl Peterson for four hundred years, Edmund said with a mouth full of dentures to show. And Kiyaya had known. His time to bring her back would come. He smiled and saw more color leave Thomas’ face.
“You should have listened to me all those years ago,” he said.
He caught a whiff of copper and motor oil and took in the sight. The Mercedes wrapped around the tree, its back bumper had an inch before the front bumper would touch it. It pinned Thomas Peterson halfway in. Blood pooled under him. Kiyaya pulled out his bone-handled knife and began to carve into Thomas’ neck. If he didn’t start the ritual now he would lose Thomas and more precious time.
He didn’t want to wait any longer. Four hundred years had been enough.
He carved one wave and then another until four waves crashed against the edge of the circle.
Her symbol.
It didn’t matter to him if bringing her back to life would start a war or that she would try to kill him for cursing her. Kiyaya only wanted her back. It was why he had risked coming to Seattle and risked exposing himself. Four hundred years had been punishment enough for her betrayal. And he didn’t doubt she would find Jason too domesticated-- too human.
He spoke the last bit of his prayer. “one wave to see her home, another to awaken, the third to give her guidance and the fourth to be beside her.” He glanced down to see Thomas’ eyes rolling to the back of his head as his last breath blew through his lips. “Thank you for your sacrifice,” he said. He dipped his finger into the puddle of blood and drawing two lines under each eye.
Wow wasn’t that intense!
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