The Keepers: Christmas in Salem
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“It’s lovely that you arrive so early,” Sam said quickly. “June will take your coat. I’m afraid I forgot something, so I need to run out. I’m so sorry.”
She sped past Livia before the older woman could stop her.
The plastic Santa began to sing “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.”
Sam raced out to the road, wondering who on earth had thought it was a good idea to put that song onto the playlist of a smiling plastic Santa—and realized that she didn’t know where she was going.
Stop, think, she told herself.
The house wasn’t far from Salem Common, so she hurried in that direction.
Would August have stayed around?
Perhaps. He might have been eager to see the chaos his actions had caused.
She passed crowds of people on the streets, both locals and tourists. While Salem’s main tourist season was summer through to Halloween, people poured in for the holidays as well, because the town and its inhabitants knew how to do Christmas.
Bright lights were shining everywhere, and at least half the people she saw were wearing red and green. But when she listened as she passed them, they were all talking about the tourist who’d claimed she was bitten during the concert.
“At least the poor girl is going to live,” one woman said to her male companion, shaking her head as she read the latest news on her smartphone. “Apparently she didn’t lose much blood. But the doctor says it was definitely a human bite, which is ridiculous. Humans don’t bite.”
“Are you sure of that?” the man said with a smile. Remember how James bit the dog when he was two?”
“That’s different,” she said. “James was teething at the time.”
Sam hurried past them, glad to hear that the woman was going to live. As long as she didn’t bleed to death, the damage could be repaired.
She reached Salem Common, bright under the lights that had been set up for the concert. People were still standing around in little groups. The live music had stopped; now the music came from a sound box up on the stage.
She saw a couple of local college students talking to Nils Westerly, a young vampire. His friends obviously had no idea what he was or they would have run away shrieking, considering the earlier events.
Sam headed toward him with long strides. He saw her and went pale.
“Nils!” she called, then asked, “Did you see August Avery here earlier?”
“Um, hey, Samantha,” he said, his expression uneasy. “Meet my friends Charlie Sizemore and David Hough.”
She nodded curtly to both men.
“Wow, Nils, you should introduce us to all your friends,” the man named David said. “Nice to meet you, Samantha.” He offered her a hand, his smile obviously flirtatious.
She smiled back briefly but ignored his hand. “Nils, where’s August?”
“I don’t know. I swear I don’t know, Samantha,” Nils said. There was a pleading tone in his voice. “He was here earlier, but then I lost sight of him. He’s been depressed lately.”
“Depressed? Why? What has he been saying?” she demanded.
“His girlfriend left him,” Charlie offered. “He was madly in love with her—and she just up and left him.”
“When?” Sam asked.
They all looked surprised by her interest, but they answered her anyway.
“Uh, I’m not sure,” David said. “Recently. He was crushed—went on and on about Christmas being a sham, that there was no love in the world and when love did exist, the world conspired to make it end badly. He says he hates what he is … Though, you know, I didn’t get that, ‘cause honestly? His grades are great, and he’s on the football team—a starter.”
“Do you have any idea where he hangs out?” Sam asked.
“He likes to walk around the Old Burying Ground,” Nils said.
“Or Dead Horse Beach,” Charlie said. “Crazy—middle of winter, the guy likes to hang around at the beach.”
Sam inhaled a deep breath. From the Common she could see the Gothic edifice of the Salem Witch Museum. It was one of the best venues in the city if you were looking for a concise history of the witch trials, she thought. She just hoped August Avery’s stupidity wasn’t going to plunge them into another dark era worthy of a museum.
“Thank you,” she told the boys, then turned and hurried away from the Common, passing last-minute shoppers and carolers.
It wasn’t late; it wasn’t even evening yet—it just felt like it because of the darkness.
She passed the Hawthorne Hotel and raced back down Essex Street, turning to head toward the Old Burying Ground.
A sign announced that it closed at dusk. As if that word meant anything anymore!
Despite the holiday, a few people were visiting the memorial connected to the cemetery, sitting on the benches provided for visitors paying homage to the innocents who had been executed. She’d always thought the place was beautifully done and that there was something extremely special and poignant there, especially in winter, when the tree limbs were skeletal and the old gravestones rose beyond the memorial in the cemetery itself.
She hurried through the memorial area and entered the cemetery.
Gravestones broke through the snow that covered the ground. She hurried through them, thinking of what it had been like growing up in Salem—knowing the town’s history, learning the lessons of tolerance born of hate.
“Samantha!”
Startled at the sound of her name, she turned quickly. For a moment she didn’t see anyone. Then old Ogden Taylor—a benevolent ghost who often chose to haunt the cemetery—materialized.
Ogden had been arrested during the witch craze, but when the governor disbanded the first court and refused to allow spectral evidence, he had been judged innocent. Luckily he’d had the money to pay for his time in jail and his chains, and he had lived another forty years.
“Ogden,” she said, smiling.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” he told her, and smiled back. She felt the cold touch of his fingers on her cheeks. “Dear girl, what are you doing running around in the cemetery? You should be getting ready for your annual gala.”
“Ogden … I have to find one of my charges. August Avery. He bit someone, and I’m worried that he … The darkness … Oh, never mind.”
“Oh, dear! That’s certainly a shock. And on Christmas Eve.” Ogden had long, curling gray hair that gave him a dignified look beneath his hat. He wore a handsome frockcoat and carried a cane. He looked at her curiously. “Were you saying you think this fellow has something to do with the darkness? Doesn’t seem like something a vampire could manage.”
“I don’t know, Ogden. I know we all have to worry about it, though. And I know that I have to find him before he bites someone else.”
“He was here,” Ogden said.
“He was? But he’s gone now?”
Ogden nodded somberly. “He came through, sat on a grave, cried like a baby—then hopped up and jumped the fence down to the street. I tried to talk to him, but you know how it is. People don’t hear me or see me unless they choose to.”
“Thank you, Ogden. Thank you so much.”
“I’ll see you later—I love to slip into your house during the party. And don’t worry—I won’t materialize and scare anyone, I promise. I just love all the love that fills the house when you have everyone over.”
“You’re always welcome,” Sam assured him.
She went into vampire mode to give herself added strength and speed, grateful for her Keeper ability to take on the characteristics of her charges, then leaped over the fence and raced down the street. Dead Horse Beach was a fair way off; she had to hurry if she was going to get there in time to prevent further trouble.
She ran past the crowds still thronging the streets, past the brewery where the Christmas celebrations seemed to be in full swing. She raced by one of her favorite tourist attractions: a popular museum housing an array of movie monsters.
But she couldn’t pause to think about the things she loved about Salem. She couldn’t even pause to think about the words that Ogden had spoken: that he loved the love that filled her house on Christmas Eve.
Those words made her think about Father Mulroney, too.
Light burns from within.
Well, her light didn’t seem to be shining very brightly anymore.
She realized she probably should have taken her car if she didn’t want to be noticed because a woman racing down the street as if the hounds of hell were at her heels didn’t really blend into the crowd. Once she made it out of the busy tourist area, she slipped behind a tree and emerged as a bat, which would certainly raise a lot less notice than her other available option: a wolf.
At one time, Dead Horse Beach had been well beyond the residential area and, legend had it, people would therefore use it to bury their dead horses. Eventually it became known as Dead Horse Beach—a strange name for a beautiful little spot of land. It offered a view to the northwest, making it a popular place to watch sunsets in the summer.
In winter …
In winter it was a cold stretch of sand near Willows Park, fringed by the skeletal brush and trees of winter, frigidly cold when the night wind blew.
Sam gauged her abilities as she flew. She didn’t change often, and her sonar wasn’t good. Near the House of the Seven Gables, she swooped low. Something was going on at the property—something that created a burst of light against the darkness.
A holiday bonfire surrounded by laughing partygoers.
Salem residents were a resilient lot. They would have their holiday parties no matter what.
She was glad of that. Concentrating, she lifted herself higher into the sky. She passed over residential streets and out where the houses thinned out, and soon she was soaring above Willows Park and wishing that she could smile as she heard the laughter of children. There was snow on the ground, and the air was crisp and cool, but it wasn’t a bad night for winter. This year they even had the 1866 carousel up and running, and the children loved it.
She got to the beach at last and made an awkward pitched landing on the frosty sand as she shifted back into human form and stumbled to her feet. She saw someone standing in about a foot of ice-cold water.
“August! August Avery, what in the world are you doing?” she called to him.
He looked back at her.
It was a day with no sun, and the moon had yet to rise in the sky over the gray clouds of winter. From a distance, Christmas lights twinkled as if they were colorful little rays of hope.
“Sam!” he said. “Sam, I’m sorry.”
Then he turned and continued walking into the icy sea.
Sam rushed into the water. It hit her flesh like a wave of knives, it was so icy cold. “August!” she shouted again as the salty spray shot up over her face and onto her lips.
She struggled to keep her footing. The waves were vicious. She was still in the shallows, but the swells threatened to bring her down.
She wondered how long it would take for hypothermia to set in.
“August!” Despite the spray of frigid salt water that stung her lips, she kept calling him. She couldn’t see him. He must have gone into the water. Then, twenty feet away, a head popped up.
August Avery was dead set on drowning himself. She allowed herself a small grim smile at the pun.
She plunged after him, her heart thundering. She couldn’t let him die.
She could have sworn she heard the distant sound of her plastic Santa singing.
“Oh, holy night …”
Chapter 3
Nearly too late!
Daniel Riverton had seen the news and recognized August, and he’d done some investigating among the kid’s friends and found out about the breakup. He’d even found the girl who had ditched August, and frankly, he hadn’t been impressed.
Her name was Ciara Mullins, and she’d been sulky and rather full of herself when he found her hanging out with a group of her friends. A pretty thing, yes, but vacant and empty, and not in the least concerned with anyone else. The great thing about being a vampire was that he could look at her, capture her gaze with his own and get anything out of her that he wanted, silently compelling her to tell the truth.
She was convinced that she was just passing time in college, getting a degree only to mollify her parents. When she graduated she was going to head to New York City, where she would walk around in Times Square until she was discovered. Agents and directors would flock to her, of course. She was beautiful.
If the situation hadn’t been so serious, he would have found it all a bit amusing, because she was speaking honestly, compelled by his will and demand for the truth. When she finally finished speaking about herself, she went on to August Avery.
He was very cute, she admitted. He had something. Some kind of mystique. But she was above a relationship with anyone in Salem. The world was waiting for her. And he was such a silly boy. He loved to go on long walks at Dead Horse Beach—even in the middle of winter.
Daniel left Ciara in the midst of her friends, who were all staring at her, stunned and appalled.
He didn’t feel guilty that he’d forced her to bare her soul. Her soul could use some help, which just might come her way now in the form of a serious wakeup call from her friends.
But when he reached Dead Horse Beach, following up on what she had said about August’s fondness for the place, he was afraid he was too late. Looking out, he saw nothing at first.
And then … something, a leap of motion in the depths of a wave. He narrowed his vision and focused, and he felt as if his heart leaped into his throat.
August Avery was out there, all right—struggling like crazy with Sam.
Daniel was good at everything vampires were supposed to be good at—he’d been forced to be, enduring hours of training with the council. Vampires were like everyone else, really. Some people had a talent for music, some for art and some with numbers and gadgets and electronics. He had never been fond of turning into a bat or a wolf. He’d grown up being taught that all creatures had a right to walk the earth, and that a man—any man—owed compassion and aid to every creature on the earth. Becoming a wolf or a bat did nothing to further any of those ends. However, he’d learned to use his speed, his tremendous strength and the power of his mind to compensate for his unwillingness to shift. And so, in the blink of an eye, he was out there in the water, wresting the struggling August away from Samantha, who had to be growing exhausted.
After all, she was only using borrowed powers—the gift every Keeper received.
But those powers could never equal his. On the other hand, she had what he never could: humanity. The ability to really see and appreciate the sunlight, to function as effectively in the light as she did in the dark.
None of that mattered now, though. The water was close to freezing and while August Avery was a fool, he wouldn’t die, only turn into a popsicle.
Samantha, on the other hand …
“My God!” Sam gasped, head just above the water. “He really is intent on this!”
“I’ve got him—I’ve got him. Get yourself out of the water,” he told her.
She nodded. He’d always respected her for being realistic about her own abilities and limitations, as well as those of everyone around her, both human and Other. She could be stubborn, but not when it came to getting something done.
She made it to the shore, although once she crawled up on the sand she started shivering so violently that she almost seemed to be engaged in some form of St. Vitus dance.
Daniel tossed August, who was gasping and choking, down on the sand by her side. Then Daniel used his enhanced ability for speed to burst into a nearby convenience store and rush back with a huge thermal blanket that he wrapped around her—making a mental note to find a way to pay the owner later.
August shivered and sputtered, but not for long.
“What are you trying to do, August?” Samantha demanded. “Don’t you know it’s impossible for you to drown?”
“But not Samantha,” Daniel said harshly.
“I bit someone,” August said, his voice filled with self-disgust and loathing. “I bit someone. I don’t know what happened to me. I was upset … hurt. I don’t know. I wanted to feel … better. No, strong. As if I couldn’t be hurt. I was horrible. I deserve to die.”
“You didn’t kill her, August. She’s going to be all right. She’ll have some nightmares, and she’ll be sick for a few days, but she’ll be fine. Yes, you behaved badly—horribly. What you did threatens our very existence. But you’re lucky. We’re all lucky. She didn’t die, and what happened can be explained as a college prank, someone going a little loopy. And you stopped, that’s the point. The good in you won out. You hurt her, yes—but you stopped. You’re not a killer. You did know better,” Daniel said. “That doesn’t demand a death sentence.”
August looked at them both. “Oh, yeah? I betrayed us all. I was evil at heart. I brought on the darkness!”
Daniel was startled when Sam laughed at that.
August appeared to be indignant. “What? You think I couldn’t have caused this?” he demanded.
“August, I don’t think any vampire could have caused this,” Samantha said. “I wish I could believe that it was a vampire—because then I could do something about it. But I think it’s a different form of Other who brought this about. It’s just not in our realm. Not to mention that the darkness began before you bit that girl—the darkness has been coming on for a while now.”
“So what? Is it going to last forever?” August asked. “I can’t bear it!”
“Hey,” Daniel said, hunkering down by him. “Vampires love the dark. We shouldn’t be suffering the way so many other people and Others are. Fairies—they must be struggling. And the leprechauns—when it’s dark too long, they get ridiculously grumpy. And human beings—they get seasonal depression, cabin fever. Come on, August. It can’t be that bad.”
August looked at Samantha. “I am so sorry. I really didn’t want to hurt that woman. I just—I just want to stop the hurt in me.”
“As your Keeper, and since you did stop before really hurting that poor woman at the concert, I am willing to think about probation,” Samantha told him. “What you did is wrong, but you know that. Come on, August—it can’t be that bad.”
“I think—I think I was caught on video. People will know what I did,” August said.
“I can get in and get rid of the video,” Daniel said.
Samantha nodded. “And one of us can go see the victim. A little hypnotism will get rid of her memories.” She smiled. “You might deserve a little jail time, but I don’t want attention focused on the vampires. You don’t need to learn remorse—you know remorse. Except that you know damned well that you can’t drown, so what were you trying to do?”
“I thought if I froze, perhaps my head would break off,” August said.
“August! That’s terrible. You have a family—people who love you.”
“You think? My father is always furious with me.”
“Fathers are always furious with their sons,” Daniel assured him.
“I don’t want to live,” August said bleakly.
“August—all this over a girl?” Samantha demanded. “Come on. Life is like that for all of us—sometimes we fall in love with someone who just doesn’t love us in return. But we get over the hurt and move on. And if you can do that, then the right person can find you—the person who appreciates you for all the incredible things you are.”
“It’s not just Ciara,” he said wistfully, meeting Samantha’s eyes. “It’s the world. Love has left the world. That’s why it’s dark. No one loves anyone anymore.” He waved a hand in the air. “No one stays together. Nothing means anything. Why bother?”
“Of course people stay together,” Samantha said.
“My parents are talking about splitting up,” August said. “Love is all a lie, a joke. Christmas cheer, the spirit of the season—hah!”
“You’re wrong,” Samantha said passionately. “There’s a lot of love and goodness out there. All the time. The point of the holiday season is that it’s a good time for all of us to stop and think about what we have, about all the wonderful things in our lives.”
“Yeah? Well, what are they?” August demanded.
“Come on, August,” Daniel said, shaking his head. “Life may be tough right now, but you have a lot to be grateful for—you had it good growing up. And you’re special.”
“Yeah, special.”
“Privileged,” Sam said, her patience growing thin. “You’re a vampire. You have strength that others couldn’t begin to possess. You can literally soar, and you can run like the wind. Yes, you have responsibilities, too, because you’re part of a special breed. But you have people who love you, an entire community that cares fiercely for you, and if one love affair goes wrong, you can move on and look for the next.”
“What are you talking about?” August asked. “Look at the two of you. Yes, I know about the two of you.” He stared at Samantha, then Daniel, and finally returned his attention back to Samantha. “Everyone knows about the two of you. You were the perfect couple. But the world threw a monkey wrench into things, so you two just caved in and threw everything away.”
Samantha was obviously taken by surprise. She turned bright red and gaped at August for a moment, and strained not to glance in Daniel’s direction. Her jaw seemed to be locked hard.
“August—” she began, but he cut her off.
“Yeah, right, it’s Christmas Eve. I have to be cheerful, look on the bright side of things. Except it’s dark as pitch out here.”
“Yes, and I think you enjoyed pretending that you were causing the darkness,” Samantha said.
“Because I am dark,” August said.
“Drama queen, more like,” Daniel commented.
“You’re being an immature brat, if you ask me,” Samantha said.
Daniel almost laughed. She’d been trying so hard to be gentle with August, but when she finally lost her temper, it seemed to affect him more than anything else she had said.
It was his turn to grow flustered. “I—I—Uh, yeah. I’m sorry.”
“You’re hurt and you’re lashing out,” Samantha said. “And I’m freezing. Could we move this conversation back to my house? The party has started by now, and we’re going to go in looking like drowned rats—not to mention I think I have icicles dripping off my nose.”
“I’m so sorry,” August said. “I really didn’t want to hurt you, Samantha.”
“August, you don’t really want to hurt anyone,” Sam said. “I can see that. We can both see that.”
“Let’s go,” Daniel said. “Sam is freezing.” As much as he disliked it, sometimes there were no other options, so he transformed himself into a bat, assuming the other two would quickly follow.
August flew with him, but he realized that Samantha was missing and looked back down toward the beach.
She was struggling, wet and soggy, on the sand, one wing dragging.
Swearing softly, he swooped down beside her, transforming back into a man. August quickly followed suit, as did Samantha, though she changed more slowly.
“Okay, so this isn’t going to work for me when I’m this soaked,” she said. “You two go ahead and get back and—”
“Not in this lifetime,” Daniel said. “We head back together. We’ll just go on foot.”
“That will take us forever,” she said.
“Then we’ll call a taxi.” Daniel reached into his pocket for his cell. He began to key in a number, then realized his phone was soaked.
“I threw mine in the bushes,” August said. “I’ll find it.” He emerged a moment later. “I was going to call Ciara and tell her I was killing myself because of her,” he admitted.
“Did you?” Daniel asked him.
“No, I chickened out,” August admitted.
“No, you were smart,” Daniel told him.
“Really?” August asked.
“You don’t want her having that power over you,” Daniel said. “Trust me—you’re going to get over her. And when you’re over her, you’re going to be glad that she never knew you wanted to call it quits because of her.”