Requiem

“Oh, to hel with this, class dismissed,” the professor said in defeat.



I blinked, seeing the other students pack up without pause and leave the classroom. Once the doorway cleared, Kim stood with a smirk on her face.



“Why didn’t you come back to the house with the others?” I asked.



She shrugged. “Two papers due today. I stil go to class, you know.”



“So how did it go?” I asked, fol owing her down the hal . My feet scampered along her wide strides.



She shook her head, clearly troubled.



“Don’t do that, Kim. You’re the impervious one.”



“Taking Shax, or Donovan and Isaac head on isn't working. We need to think of another way to get the Demoniac. They know when we’re coming. We can’t distract them because they want nothing else more than that book.”



I frowned, wary of Kim’s uncharacteristic concern. “I stil say we don't need it. Your family had the book al this time. You have to know what it said.



Didn’t you open it?”



“No,” she said firmly. “I was never al owed to open it.”



“What about your uncle? Your father? Between them and Father Francis, can’t we just get enough information for Jared to work with?”



Kim lowered her chin. “I guess you didn’t catch the part about how we weren’t al owed to open the book.”



“You said it yourself!” The words were louder than I’d meant for them to be. I looked around, and then lowered my voice. “We can’t take it when they know we’re coming.”



Kim nodded, but her somber expression melted away as an idea lit her eyes. “There is one thing they would want more than the book.”



I shook my head. “No. No way, Jared would never go for it.”



“We need them to come to us. We need bait.”



“Think about it. He’s not going to risk my life to save me, Kim. And I kind of hate you for even mentioning it.”



“Hey guys!” Beth yelped in her southern drawl. “Ew. That’s a horrible face,” she said, mirroring my expression.



Kim pul ed a cigarette seemingly from nowhere, and popped it between her lips. “We were just discussing how we would use Nina as bait to lure demons,” she said flatly.



Beth’s face morphed into revulsion. “What class are you guys taking?”



The corners of my mouth turned up, and I wrapped one arm around Beth’s tiny waist. “Come on. I don’t want to lose our table at the Ratty.”



The three of us carried our trays the corner spot, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw that Ryan’s chair had been fil ed. His friends surrounded him with wide grins on their faces. They al talked and laughed, making the dead silence upon our approach that much more noticeable.



“Look who’s back in town, Babe!” Chad said, standing to greet Beth.



Beth's tray slapped against the table when she dropped it to throw her arms around Ryan.



“Hi, Bethy,” Ryan said, giving her a squeeze.



“Yay!” Her pageant-smile stretched to its limit, showing every one of her teeth.



To the others, lunch with Ryan was a celebration, but as the questions about his last days at war, how he got hurt, and why he’d waited so long to tel them came, I grew nervous. So did Ryan.



He stood. “Wel ! I have to go home…get the old uniform on.”



“I bet you look great in it,” Lisa smiled. “I love men in uniform.”



Kim rol ed her eyes. “I’m out, too. Let’s go, Nina.”



“Where are we going?” I asked, looking up at her.



“Yeah. Where’re you going?” Ryan said.



Kim tugged on my arm until I stood. “To class, Detective,” Kim said. “That okay?”



Ryan glanced at me, and then shrugged. “Just asking.”



Kim gestured for me to fol ow, and we walked to the parking lot. She glanced up once, but didn’t stop to explain why. Her long legs and quick strides had me struggling to keep up, and I was panting by the time we reached the Sentra.



The light sprinkles stil fal ing from the gray clouds gently disturbed a large puddle near Kim's car. She barreled through it, splashing my jeans with dirty water.



“What’s your hurry?” I asked, annoyed.



“I'm taking you to Quincy. We could talk to my father to see what he knows, and if he knows what I think he does—nothing—we present my idea to Jared.”



“But, I have class!” I protested.



“Jared doesn’t show it around you, Nigh, but he’s desperate. He knows something is coming. They’re planning something, and we’ve got nothing.



We have no idea how to protect you when we don’t know what we’re protecting you from.”



“Demons,” Ryan said. “Isn’t that al we need to know?”



“No,” Kim said. “And you’re not invited.”



“Wel , that’s too bad. Because I’m coming,” he said. He opened the car door behind the passenger side, and slammed it behind him.



Kim looked to me.



“Jared wil fol ow us,” I warned.



“So?” Kim said. “He’ll want to know what my dad has to say…if he says anything.”



I looked around; the Escalade was notably absent. “I haven’t heard from any of them al day.”



“Does being in the dark make you feel better? You should know by now why they keep things from you.”



“It’s bad, isn’t it?” I said, afraid of the answer.



“Just get in the car,” Kim said, settling in behind the wheel.



The drive to Quincy was silent, but when we slowed to a stop in front of a large gate, Ryan and I shared a col ective gasp.



“This is your house?” Ryan asked. Staring in awe at the looming mansion ahead.



“Yep,” Kim said, keying in a code.



The gate opened slowly, and then Kim accelerated slowly. The gravel drive crunched beneath the Sentra's tires.



“No way,” Ryan said, his mouth hung open.



“Yes, way,” Kim said, turning off the engine.



Ryan and I leaned against our windows, amazed at the colossal building in front of us. It wasn’t a home, it was a fortress.



“If you’re so rich, why do you drive this piece of shi—,” Ryan began.



“The Sentra serves her purpose,” Kim interrupted.



I stepped onto the gravel drive. It snaked al the way to the large, detached garage. Her house was bigger than mine, and far more equipped with security. Cameras were mounted on every corner, and the black iron fence blocking general traffic from entering the drive spanned the entire estate.



Two large dogs ran with great leaps, barking wildly until they reached us.



“Hey boys!” Kim said, giving them both loving, vigorous scratches. When the reunion was over, she turned to us. “This is Zeus, and the little one is Hera.”



“Neither of them are little,” Ryan said.



The dogs led us to the front entrance, wagging their tails with such fervor, their entire back half wiggled with the movement.



Kim opened the door, revealing a vast foyer. A smal , round table stood in the center of the room, boasting an incredible vase that held beautiful, long-stemmed flowers.



“Charlie!” Kim bel owed into the air, causing the dogs to bark. “Charlie!” she said again. Her voice echoed across the marble tile.



Two men entered the foyer, both no less than six feet, six inches tal . They were nearly equal in their massive size, and so intimidating that I realized I was unconsciously cowering behind Ryan.



The largest of the two had a ful , brown beard. When his eyes focused on Kim, he held out his arms, and a wide smile broke across his face.



“Boo Boo!” he said, his booming voice reverberating throughout the house.



Kim made her way to him quickly, and as tal as she was, the massive arms that encircled her made her seem tiny. Kim’s feet came off the ground as the man arched his back, and then returned her to earth after a few sweet moments.



“Nigh…Ryan…this is my dad, Charles Pol ock. And this is my uncle Bruce.”



“Nice to meet you,” I said, watching as my hand disappeared into each of theirs when I shook them.



Ryan did the same, but he didn’t seem intimidated at al .



“How’s school, Kimmie?” Bruce asked.



“I’m not real y here to catch up. I brought Nina to meet you.”



“Oh?” Charles asked, suddenly suspicious.



Bruce reached behind him, but stopped, looking beyond me.



“Let’s al just relax, here,” Jared said from behind me. I turned to see both of his arms outstretched in front of him, his Glock securely between his hands.



Bruce glanced at Charlie, me, and then at Kim, grudgingly pul ing his sidearm slow and careful from behind him to the ground.



“It’s okay, Bruce,” Kim said.



Jared released the hold he had on his weapon, and then stood beside me, placing it on the table next to him.



Bruce pul ed another gun from his back, pointing it at Jared's face, but then his shoulders dropped. “How many of them are there?” he said.



“Three,” Claire said. I turned to see her in the same stance as Jared. “And if you pul a weapon on us again, I’ll blow your knee cap.”



“Bruce,” Kim said, shaking her head in warning.



Bruce put the second gun down, and then pul ed up his pant leg, revealing another gun. He set al three side by side on the ground, and then stood.



“You sure you don’t want to check the other leg?” Claire asked, her weapon stil drawn.



Bruce sighed, and then reached down, pul ing a rather large hunting knife from a holster. “That’s al of it.”



“Kim,” Charles said, stiff and nervous. “What’s going on, here?”



Kim reached out to her father. “Nina is my friend, Dad. And she’s important. These people are here to protect her. They’re not here to harm us.”



Charles nodded slowly, and then touched the arm of this brother. “Easy, Bruce.”



Bruce relaxed, then, and Claire stepped out of her rigid stance, replacing her gun in its holster.



Jared turned to me. “What the hel are you doing here?”



“Don’t cuss at me,” I said, immediately defensive.



Anger lit Jared’s eyes. “You…you have no idea how dangerous it is for you right now.”



“Maybe I would if you would just tell me.”



“If I told you everything, you wouldn’t want to leave the house. And I don’t want that for you,” he said, his eyes dark. “But you can’t do certain things, Nina, and running off with two humans without tel ing me where you’re going is one of them.”



“I’m sorry,” I huffed. “I thought you’d just fol ow.”



“Oh,” Jared said, taken aback. “You did?”



“Oh, Christ, let’s hear what Kim has to say and get out of here,” Claire snapped.



I peeked at our audience, embarrassed about the outburst. “Sorry,” I said, clearing my throat.



“The book,” Kim said to Charles.



“Kim!” Bruce said. Charles touched his brother’s arm, and Bruce immediately silenced.



“They know,” Kim said.



“You’re the son of Gabriel, aren’t you?” Charles said, in awe.



“One of them,” Jared answered.



Bruce’s face turned red. “Thief. If he wouldn’t have taken the damn book none of this would be happening.”



Claire took a step forward, and Jared gripped her shoulder. “You call my father that again,” Claire seethed, “and it wil be the last words that come from your mouth.”



“They're going to help me,” Kim interceded.



“What?” Charles said, confused.



“Jared promised to help me return the Demoniac to the Sepulchre in Jerusalem.”



Charles' eyes darted to Jared. “Is this true?”



“Yes,” Jared said. “I need time to study it, but after that, you have my word.”



Charles took a step back, and then walked several steps away with Bruce right behind him. They conversed in low whispers, and then returned.



“We can't trust them,” Charles said, finality in his tone.



“None of that matters, now,” Kim said. “We’ve al got some history, here, that’s apparent. But we need to focus on the problem. Dad, Nina is the women in the prophecy in the Naissance de Demoniac. Does that mean anything to you?”



Charles’ eyes shifted to mine, and then he scanned me from my hair to my shoes. “No,” he paused. “Who is she?”



Kim turned to me. “I told you. We’re not al owed to open the book. He knows nothing.”



“Is that why you came here?” Jared said, livid. “I could have told you that! If Charles knew anything, Gabe and Jack wouldn’t have taken it in the first place!”



“It was worth a try, because our next option was the last resort.”



“What are you talking about?” Jared said.



I looked at the crowd of people around me, feeling the negative, hostile energy in the air. It was in that moment that I recognized we had final y come to the last leg of the journey. Getting the book back into our hands had always been the only choice, which was why Gabe and Jack had come to me with the answers at night.



“I have to distract Shax long enough for you to get the book,” I said softly.



Jared turned to me, his eyebrows squeezed tightly together. “Are you serious?”



“No, Jared, she’s trying to be funny. Of course she’s serious,” Kim said.



“Bad idea,” Ryan said.



I reached out to to him, touching his cheek with my fingertips. “It’s the only way you’re going to get the book.



Jared glanced at Claire, and then back to me. “We’ve been trying to get the book to save you. It doesn’t make sense to put you in danger in order to get our hands on it.”