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  Immortal Prophecy

  The Immortal Prophecy Saga, Volume 1

  Samantha Adams and Kay Fry

  Published by Samantha Adams, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  IMMORTAL PROPHECY

  First edition. June 3, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Samantha Adams and Kay Fry.

  ISBN: 978-1386075233

  Written by Samantha Adams and Kay Fry.

  Also by Samantha Adams

  The Immortal Prophecy Saga

  Immortal Prophecy

  Immortal Destiny

  Immortal Fate

  Standalone

  Escape and other Spooky Stories

  Watch for more at Samantha Adams’s site.

  Also by Kay Fry

  The Immortal Prophecy Saga

  Immortal Prophecy

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By Samantha Adams

  Also By Kay Fry

  1. THE PREDICTION

  2. THE STAKEOUT

  3. FOUND

  4. DECISIONS

  5. MIND FOG

  6. REUNIONS

  7. PRINCE CHARMING ARRIVES

  8. DIVERSION

  9. COMPLICATIONS

  10. THE JOURNEY

  11. SCOTLAND

  12. DREAMS

  13. SURPRISES

  14. QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS

  15. PURSUIT

  16. MISSING

  17. THE PROPHECY

  18. ABILITIES

  19. CAPTIVE

  20. RESCUE MISSION

  21. ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS

  Also By Samantha Adams

  Also By Kay Fry

  About the Author

  1. THE PREDICTION

  ALESSANDRA ABSOLUTELY and positively did not want to enter the fortune teller’s domain. Kathryn, however, was bursting with excitement and tugged her friend by the arm, drawing them closer and closer.

  “Kat!” She tried to dislodge her auburn-haired friends grip, but she wouldn’t budge. “I don’t want to go in there,” she complained, eyeing the looming entrance to the tent.

  Kat pouted. “Come on, Ally, it’ll be fun,” she whined, unrelenting in her quest to get a reading.

  Ally rolled her eyes and planted both feet firmly on the ground. “Nope,” she declared.

  Kat groaned and stomped her foot on the grass, her red curls bouncing from the force of it.

  She ignored her friend; at sixteen years old they were both too old to be throwing tantrums. “Pout all you want, I’m not going in there.”

  Kat fought hard to keep the grin from her face. Despite her frustration, she admired the way Ally always called her on her crap and wouldn’t cave in because she sulked or pouted. But as much as she loved Ally and was positive she’d be pissed at her in about thirty seconds, she saw no other alternative. Kat was going in, even if it killed her.

  Fixated on the tent, Ally missed the devious look that passed over Kat’s face.

  “What the hell is he doing?” Kat pointed behind Ally and let go of her arm.

  “Huh?” She whirled around and in that moment of lost concentration, Kat struck. She shoved her into the tent with all her might and dashed in after her, blocking the exit.

  Ally caught her breath after being propelled through the door. She spun around and pinned Kat with a death glare. Kat shrugged and smirked in victory while Ally let out a grumble that sounded suspiciously like a curse word directed at her friend. Accepting defeat, she surveyed her surroundings. Lit white and gold candles were scattered around in candelabras and on tables. A pair of oversized cushions covered in an exquisite silk sat in front of the large ottoman that dominated the centre of the tent, serving as a table. The scent in the air caught in her nose. Orange blossom, lilac, freesia, and roses, it was intoxicating without being overwhelming.

  Someone cleared their throat and Ally turned toward the noise. A young woman sat behind the ottoman. Where had she come from?

  Kat nudged Ally and whispered, “That must be her.”

  The hair on the back of her neck rose. She couldn’t tear her gaze from the woman in front of them. Thick black hair cascaded over her shoulders and a delicate headdress made of coloured crystals and fine silver chains hung across her forehead. The headdress reminded her of images she’d seen of Arabian harems. She wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d been wearing a belly dancers costume. But the most compelling thing about the woman wasn’t her unusual dress or the mysterious aura that radiated from her. It was her face. Perfectly formed features and large lilac doe eyes. The fortune teller with her exotic beauty reminded her of a goddess. It was impossible to look away.

  The fortune teller stood, her headdress and crystal belt tinkled, breaking the spell. “Welcome,” she said, as she smiled at the girls and gestured for them to sit opposite her. “I’m Madame Isabella. Please get comfortable.”

  The girls sat while Madame Isabella lit the sandalwood incense on the ottoman and then closed her eyes. Uncertain, Ally and Kat looked at each other, their argument and Kat’s deception forgotten. Ally shrugged and turned her attention back to the otherworldly Madame Isabella.

  The fortune teller opened her vivid eyes and examined Ally. “I have a reading for you, Alessandra.”

  Ally cocked her head to one side. “How do you know my name?”

  Madame Isabella raised her hands, palms up, and shrugged. “I have a gift, or a curse,” she muttered, her perfect face marred by a scowl, “depending on one’s point of view.”

  Ally regarded her friend with one raised eyebrow that said, ‘You’re in trouble.’

  Kat ignored her and asked, “What’s my name?”

  Madame Isabella flicked her gaze to Kathryn and answered her question without hesitation.

  “Wow. You’re good.” Kat turned to Ally, whose eyes were round as saucers.

  Every instinct screamed at her to leave and she’d always trusted them in the past. She delivered the unfortunate news. “Sorry Kat, you can stay, but I’m out of here.” She got up to leave, but her friend had a firm grip on her arm. Glaring at Kat, she demanded, “Let me go.”

  Kat regarded her with pleading eyes. “Ally, I need my best friend with me while I get a reading. Besides, we’re already here. Just ten minutes. Please?”

  Ally considered her friend then glanced at Madame Isabella before giving in. “Fine,” she said. “When the reading’s done we’re leaving.”

  Kat squeezed her hand in thanks, then turned her attention back to Madame Isabella. “What do I have to do?”

  “I need an object that belongs to you.”

  Kat looked at her hand. “My ring?”

  “That’s fine,” said Madame Isabella, smiling and extending her hand. Kat placed the ring in Madame Isabella’s open palm. Enclosing it within her hand, she then closed her eyes.

  An eerie quiet filled the tent giving Ally goose bumps.

  Meanwhile, Kat, oblivious to Ally’s distress, gazed at her with excitement. She reminded her of a child on Christmas morning who’d just discovered all the presents under the tree. Madame’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Kat, you will meet the love of your life but,” she hesitated.

  Kat’s voice trembled as she asked, “What? Is it bad?”

  Madame Isabella opened her eyes and said, “Your life will change before you meet him.”

  Kat gaped at Madame Isabella. “Is that a good thing?” she asked once she’d found her voice.

  Madame Isabella stared at the ring again and answered with a mysterious air. “When the time comes you’ll know.”

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p; Ally wanted to hit the her. Why did she say that? It was obvious Kat was here for some fun. Would it have been hard to say a couple of pleasant things? And why be so bloody cryptic? Ally was about to get up and drag her friend out of there when she heard Madame Isabella speak again, “Alessandra, wait.” The tone of her voice had become ominous and foreboding. “It’s imperative you hear what I have to say.”

  A shiver of dread ran through her body. She should’ve listened to those instincts and raced out of there before, but no. Before she uttered a single word of protest Madame Isabella spoke, not waiting for permission. “It was destiny that brought you here today.”

  Ally snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, right.”

  She narrowed her eyes at Ally. “Two men are hunting you.”

  Ally opened her mouth, but Madame Isabella held up her hand and kept going. “A man named James Carlisle will enter your life soon, he is your guardian. The other one, Vincent, wants you dead.” She glanced at Ally, seeing she had her full attention, she forged on. She paused as she gazed into the crystal ball, her large eyes widened and her lips parted on a gasp. “No, it can’t be,” she mumbled.

  “What?” Ally cried. “What can’t be?”

  Madame Isabella looked up. “You aren’t who you think you are, Alessandra. Tragedy is coming for you and no force on this earth can stop it.”

  Ally sat there stupefied, mouth gaping open. She wanted to close eyes, put her hands up to her ears, and make it stop, but her body felt like lead and she was powerless to do anything except listen.

  “Alessandra!” Madame Isabella slapped her hand on the ottoman bringing Ally out of her daze. “You need to listen.” Her eyes held Ally captive, mesmerising her upon contact. “People you love are keeping a secret from you. A life shattering secret. But,” she trailed off and Ally read the hesitation in her eyes. What could be so horrible after what she’d said? Bracing herself, she waited.

  “When two people close to you—” she stopped, the words caught in her throat. “Two people will die and that is when you know.”

  “Know what?” Ally whispered.

  “That it’s begun. The beginning of the end.”

  Isabella and Ally stared into each other’s eyes, both drowning in the words being spilled and the feeling of impending doom that had settled around them like a cloak. “You are the one they have all been waiting for.”

  “Who? What?” Ally sputtered.

  Isabella’s eyes glistened. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Who?” Ally repeated, stronger this time.

  “There is a prophecy.” She paused and wiped away a stray tear. “Vincent will die by your hand if the prophecy is fulfilled.” The fortune teller paused for a moment and her shoulders slumped. Regret etched in her features. ­I wish I’d had better news for her. Rainbows and Unicorns. Vast fortunes and a bright future. But no, prophecies and death by vampire it is. She leaned over and grabbed Ally’s hand offering her comfort. “The destiny that’s been chosen for you won’t be easy, but you were born for this, Alessandra.”

  Ally snatched her hand back as if it was burned. “I want to go home.”

  “Of course,” Kat said after a moment. She’d been as dumbstruck as Ally.

  “Alessandra,” Madame Isabella said. “When tragedy strikes, your time as an ordinary girl has run out and it begins.”

  Unable to form any more words Ally glared at the woman until Kat pulled her along and got her outside the tent.

  Once outside she could breathe again. They walked so fast it was a light run.

  Madame Isabella watched the girls leave with a peculiar expression on her face. “So, the prophecy is true,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Poor girl, you still don’t understand what is coming for you, even after all I told you.”

  “I’m so sorry, Ally. I shouldn’t have forced you into that.” Kat felt dreadful for shoving Ally into that tent. But how could she have known? How could anyone have known?

  “It’s not true,” Ally muttered, shaking her head. “It can’t be.”

  Ally still walked without a destination in mind, the only requirement she had was to be far away from Madame Isabella and her horrible words. Kat walked beside her, gently guiding her through the crowds. She knew Ally wasn’t watching where she was going.

  “Of course not. She was just a nasty woman who enjoys upsetting people,” Kat said. But deep down both girls had been shaken and, as impossible as it seemed, they couldn’t help feeling it would happen.

  “Right.” But it was all too much. The reality of what she’d been told hit her and knocked the air from her lungs. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, everything went black.

  ALLY WOKE TO THE SOUND of her parent’s whispering. “Mum, Dad? Is that you?” Her warm quilt smothered her. The sensation was one she welcomed. But how did she get home, let alone get into her bed?

  Her mother looked up, then came over to sit by the bed and took her hand. “Ally, sweetie, how are you feeling?”

  Ally’s father sat on the opposite side. “You gave us a fright.”

  “What happened?” Ally asked sitting up.

  Her mother encouraged her to lie back down. “You don’t remember anything?”

  She looked at her mother. “Um, not really. I was at the Fair with Kat. We went to see a fortune teller and,” Her voice trailed off as it all came rushing back to her. Ally stared to black out again, but as she got control of her breathing the unnerving sensation disappeared.

  “Kat told us the fortune teller predicted some awful things. Is that right?” her mother asked as she stroked her daughter’s cheek. She’d done it to calm her for as long as she could remember. Panic flooded Ally when she looked at her adoring mother and father. What if they were the ones? If the prediction came true and it involved them, how could she ever live without them? Ally caught hold of herself before her thoughts ran away with her again.

  “It wasn’t a nice prediction,” Ally mumbled, then realised Kat might have told them. “Did Kat tell you what it was?”

  Her mother answered. “She said I should ask you.”

  “Oh.” Her stomach dropped.

  “Come on honey, out with it. What was so bad you ended up passing out?” her mother prompted.

  Ally told her parents what the fortune teller had said. With each passing word, she was convinced her parents knew something she didn’t. The level of surprise she expected to see in their eyes wasn't there. “What aren’t you telling me? Is she right?” Ally demanded to know as a raw fear clawed its way inside her chest.

  Her mother and father looked at each other, first with sadness then defeat. “She was right, we have been keeping a secret from you. But we kept it a secret out of love for you, my darling girl.”

  “Tell me!” Ally shouted.

  “Ally,” her father said. “We have to go out tonight. We can’t put it off, but first thing in the morning, we’ll sit down over pancakes and tell you everything.”

  She nodded sadly. Her parents had been keeping a secret from her, and if the fortune teller was right, it would destroy her world. If she’d been right about that part, then was the rest of it true as well? Her head spun.

  “Kat was worried,” her mother informed her, bringing her thoughts back to the present. “I said you’d call her when you felt up to it.”

  “Thanks Mum.” Her parents rose to leave when she stopped them. “I love you both and please be careful.”

  Her parents exchanged a look she couldn’t interpret. “We love you too.” Her mother smiled at her. “There’s no need to worry, now get some rest.”

  “Goodbye, sweetheart,” her father said, gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, then left.

  “Might as well call Kat.” She picked up her phone and dialed her friend.

  Kat answered straight away, sounding panicked. “Ally! I’ve been worried sick. Are you ok?”

  “I’m much better now.” Ally hoped she sounded convincing. The truth of the matter was that she was
terrified and filled with an inner turmoil she couldn’t shake.

  “I was so worried about you. And I’m sorry for pushing you in there. What a horrible woman.” Kat was indignant on her behalf. Ally couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped her. She was very lucky to have a friend like Kat.

  “It’s okay, you didn’t know what would happen. I’m sure everything will be fine.” Ally felt the dread run through her again and thought nothing would be fine. A secret was being kept from her. After that bombshell, what was to stop the rest of the prediction from coming to fruition?

  Finally, after convincing Kat she was fine, Ally finished the conversation and grabbed the book from her bedside table. Ten minutes later, it fell from her hands as a deep sleep claimed her until the morning.

  ALLY AWOKE TO SOUNDS of conversation, the waft of pancakes cooking and fresh coffee coming from the kitchen. She at once brightened convinced she’d been wrong. Her parents had come home. They weren’t the two people who would be lost to her. She jumped out of bed overwhelmed with a relief so great she was euphoric. Running to the door, she tripped over her slippers lying in the middle of the room. She stopped, jammed her feet into them, and continued in her rush downstairs to find her parents.

  When she got there, she stopped short. Ally’s grandmother, Adele, stood in the kitchen with a strange man. She was struck by his eyes, an exquisite green, like the sea surrounding a Mediterranean island kissing the white sand. He was tall, tanned, and had a muscular physique. The smouldering stranger’s hair was so dark it appeared to be raven black at first, but upon closer inspection, his hair was a dark bitter-sweet chocolate. He seemed strangely familiar to her, but Ally was sure she’d never seen him.

  The stranger, who didn’t appear to be a day over twenty-two, looked at her and she became paralysed. In his gaze she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but as fast as it came it was gone again.