Night World : The Chosen Chapter 17

Hunters yacht was bigger than the powerboat Quinn had brought to the island. in that location was a salon down in the cabin and two intermit staterooms. in force(p) now, Timmy was in one and only(a) of them. Nyala was in another. Quinn had put them both to sleep.Quinn and Rashel were in the cockpit.Do you think any of the vampires got step forward? Rashel said softly.I dont know. Probably. His voice was as quiet as hers.He was filthy, covered with spinal column and soot, burned here and there, and wildly disheveled. He had never looked more fair to Rashel.You saved Nyala, she whispered. And I know you did it for me.He looked at her and some of the tense up focus went out of his eyes. The hardness in his face softened. Rashel took his hand.She didnt know how to enjoin the rest of what she meant. That she knew he had changed, that he was changing every minute. She could almost find oneself the new move of his mind opening and growing-or rather, the old parts, the parts hed deliberately left behind when he stopped being human.Thank you, posterior Quinn, she whispered.He laughed. It wasnt a savage laugh, or a bitter laugh, or even the charming Mad Hatter laugh. It was just a literal laugh. Tired and shaky, but happy.What else could I do?Then he reached for her and they were belongings each other. They might look like two refugees from a disaster movie, but all Rashel snarl was the interpret joy of their closeness. It was such teething ring to be able to hold on to Quinn, and such wonder to feel him holding her back.A feeling of peace stole over her.thither were still problems ahead. She knew that. Her mind was already clicking through them, forming a dim checklist of things to business organisation nigh when she regained the ability to worry.Hunter and the other vampires. They might still be alive. They might come looking for revenge. But even if they did Rashel had spent her consentient life fighting the Night World alone. Now she had Quinn b eside her, and together they could civilise on anything.Daphne and the girls. Rashel felt sure they were safe she trusted Annelise and Keiko. But erstwhile they got home, theyd be traumatized. They would need help. And someone would need to figure out what they should regularise the rest of the world.Not that anyone would believe it was real vampires who had kidnapped them if they said so, Rashel thought. The police would get to it off as a cult or something. Still, the girls know the truth. They may be fresh recruits for the fight.Against what? How could she be a vampire hunter now? How could she try to destroy the NightWorld?Where could a better vampire and a burned-out vampire hunter go when they dribble in make do?The answer, of course, was obvious. Rashel knew even as she formed the question, and she laughed silently into Quinns shoulder. disperse aurora. Theyd become damned Daybreakers.Granted, they werent the type to dance in circles with flowers in their hair, singi ng about love and harmony and all that. But if Circle Daybreak was going to make any headway, it essential something besides love and harmony.It needed a fighting arm. Somebody to deal with the vampires who were hopelessly evil and crumpled on destruction. Somebody to save people like Nyalas sister. Somebody to cheer kids like Timmy.Come to think of it, Circle Daybreak was where Nyala and Timmy belonged, too. Right now they need peace and healing, and people who would understand what theyd been through. I dont know, Rashel thought, maybe witches can help.She hoped so. She thought Nyala would be all right-there was a amiable of inner strength to the girl that kept her fighting. She wasnt so sure about Timmy. Trapped in a four-year-old body, his mind twisted by any(prenominal) lies Hunter had told him what kind of normal life could he ever withstand?But he was alive, and there was a chance. And maybe there were parts of his mind that were bright and warm and aching to grow.Ellio t and Vicky and the other vampire hunters. Rashel would keep back to talk to them, try to explain what shed learned. She didnt know if theyd listen. But she would have to try. altogether anybody can do is try, she said softly.Quinn stirred. He leaned back to look into her face. Youre right, he said, and she realized that hed been thinking about the same things.Our minds work alike, she thought. She had found her partner, her equal, the one to work and live and love with her. Her soulmate.I love you, John Quinn, she said.And and so they were kissing each other and she was finding in him a devotion that even she hadnt suspected. But it made sense. After all, the opposite of absolute inhuman treatment is absolute tenderness-and when you ripped the one away, you were left with the other.I wonder what else Ill find out about him? She thought, dizzy with discovery. Whatever it is, its sure to be interesting.I love you, Rashel Jordan, he said against her lips.Not Rashel the Cat. The Ca t was dead, and all the old raise and the hate had burned away. It was Rashel Jordan who was starting a new future.She kissed Quinn again and felt the beauty and the mystery of his thoughts. Hold me tighter, she whispered. Im a little cold.You are? I feel so warm. Its spring tomorrow, you know.And then they both were quiet, lost in each other. The boat sped on through the sparkling ocean and into the look to of the moonlit night..The End