Hi guys, just as a heads-up, this is the first chapter of the sequel to Death Callers. Banshee Cry-hopefully my readers enjoy and tell me what y'all think. :)

Chapter 1

Not all stories have a happy ending; mine sure didn't, but I wasn't giving up that easily. I would find a way to bring him back, no matter what.

"Aislin, you need to keep your feet spread and eyes focused on your opponent's face," Remy said.

I rolled my eyes. We had been training all day, and he had been repeating the same thing over and over. I knew how to fight. It wasn't that hard, but apparently, I

needed all the training I could get. I sighed, spreading my feet and locked eyes with the goblin in front of me. He was short with stubby legs and greyish skin. Sharp,

pointed teeth jutted out of his broken jaw. His clothes were a tattered mess from all the cuts and jabs I had thrown his way. He snarled and lunged at me. I dodged,

moving around him. He twisted around and lunged again; his yellow teeth snapping at my face.

I deflected, pushing him away with my bow staff. He crouched lower and ran at me. I waited till the last second before flipping over him. It was a rooky move as his

hand grabbed my ankle and yanked me down. My head slammed into the mat.

"That's enough!" Remy called out.

The goblin vanished in a puff of smoke. I sighed, pushing myself up into a sitting position. I ran a hand across my forehead, feeling a slight lump. This was the third

time I had been beaten by a stupid goblin today. I couldn't afford to lose anymore; I needed to step up my game. This was more than winning or losing, this was life

or death. If I couldn't beat a goblin, then how was I going to fight my way through hell? The year was almost up. I had two months left before I faced Hell. Two

months before I could even begin to bring back Kaelin, the boy I had loved and lost because of what I was.

"Let's take a break." Remy handed me a towel.

I took it gratefully and wiped the sweat and blood from my face. My body felt battered and beaten, muscles aching and groaning with each movement, and cuts and

bruises all over me. I stood up and walked to the other side of the room to my duffel bag. I rummaged through my sweaty clothes and pulled out a half full water

bottle. I guzzled it.

"You sure you want to do this, Aislin?" Remy asked, coming up behind me.

"I'm not losing him again," I snapped.

Remy winced, bowing his head. His glasses slid to the bridge of his nose. I sighed, feeling instantly bad for snapping at him. It wasn't like it was his fault that we

were in this mess to begin with.

"Sorry, it's just…I can't give up on him—not without at least trying to get him back. I thought you would understand."

Remy's face darkened as his jaw clenched. "I do…, but remember what happened to me. I don't want you to suffer the same fate."

"Too late for that; the court will come for me sooner or later despite what Illium says. I'd rather go out fighting than surrender."

He sighed. "Go wash up. I'll see you in my study in an hour," he called before vanishing.

My shoulders slumped as I walked to the showers. Training had been a lot harder than I anticipated. Who would have thought a goblin would be such a pain in the

ass to kill? The showers were down the hall and to the right. Remy had rented the studio out for the last ten months so we could train. The place wasn't in the best of

shape, but it was better than nothing. There were two main rooms—the study and the training area. Then there's the showers and bathroom.

It had been almost a year since I lost Kaelin. Sometimes it felt an eternity and other times just like yesterday. My heart clenched. His death still haunted my

dreams. The crumpling of his body, his golden eyes turning lifeless—all of it burned into my mind. I lost my heart and soul that night. Sometimes I thought I could still

hear him. The rumble of thunder when he laughed, his teasing voice, and then there were times when I thought he was still here—talking to me. The day I turned

eighteen was the day I lost everything.

In a blink of an eye, I lost not one, but two of my best friends. It still felt surreal that Teagan, one of my closest friends, had made the ultimate sacrifice. To reach a

banshee's true form, she had to relive the sorrow of all the people she had lost from her Death Calls and end her life. She never regretted her actions though. I closed

my eyes, letting the pain of losing them both wash over me. I needed to be strong. If I was going to save Kaelin's soul, I needed to harden my heart and let go of

regret. Both were only going to drag me down.

Taking a deep breath, I strode through the shower room. I stripped quickly, shaking my hair out of its confines. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin. Water

sputtered and splashed as I turned the knob for the hot water. It didn't take long to heat up. Steam enveloped me in its warm embrace. I stepped into the spray of

hot water and sucked in a breath. The heat stung my open wounds, but the pain soon subsided. The aches of my muscles dissolved, loosening the tension in my back.

"Wow—just beautiful."

I stiffened at the words and spun around, arms held up in a fighting stance. No one was there. The splashing of water echoed through the room. I shook my head.

My imagination was playing tricks on me again.

"What I wouldn't do to touch you right now, Linny."

A sob escaped my lips. I covered my mouth, hands shaking. That was the nickname Kaelin had given me when we were kids. My eyes searched the showers, heart

pounding in my ears. Please, not this again. A week after his death, I thought I saw him walking down the street. In my desperation, I chased after him.

"Kaelin, stop—it's me, Aislin," I called after him. He didn't even turn around, just ran down one of the side roads off the beaten path.

My pulse raced, matching my labored breathing. Only a couple days before, I'd been discharged from the hospital with my stomach stitched up from the damn near

fatal sword wound. Running was probably not in my best interest, but I couldn't stop now—not with him a foot or two away.

I pushed myself harder. Kaelin swerved to the left and into the woods. I followed close behind. The air around us turned frigid. I shivered. The trees cast a dark

shadow on his form from the setting sun. The dark hues made him stand out more. He stopped suddenly and stood still. My heart leapt. I stumbled forward and

grabbed his shoulder, turning him to face me. That's when I saw it. My insides froze.

"Long time no see." Kaelin grinned, revealing pearly white fangs.

"N-No, it can't be," I sobbed, staring into cold eyes. Silver not gold.

The image of Kaelin vanished—in its place stood a vaguely familiar guy. Spiky black hair framed his deathly pale skin. Flashes of my time with The Court ran through

my mind. I had released him from the Abyss and in turn he had tried to eat me. If it wasn't for Illium's interference, I wouldn't be standing here.

"I'm so glad you remember, sweet thing. Now then," he stepped closer and cupped my cheek, "let's finish what we started. I promise I'll be gentle." He closed his

eyes and licked his lips, nostrils flaring. "Just as sweet as I remember."

I was paralyzed—be it from fear or something else I wasn't sure. Magic maybe? His mouth descended, but instead of going for my neck, he kissed me. His lips were

feather light, and for a moment my body relaxed on its own accord against him. That was my mistake.

A smile lifted the corners of his mouth then pain ripped through my bottom lip. I yelped and pushed him. A metallic, coppery taste filled my mouth. I pressed a finger

to my lip and noticed a smear of blood—my blood. My eyes widened.

Red eyes flashed in front of me. Pain laced up my neck. I struggled, kicking and punching at any open area I could. Words formed in my head. "You're so

beautiful. I shall make you mine. Mm, sweet as honey on the tongue."

Fear gripped me. Was this my death? It was fitting though—going out the same way Kaelin had. I relaxed in his arms, pretending it was my love. There was no

point in fighting anymore. If this was the end, then I hoped it came swiftly. Inky spots entered my vision before darkness clouded it completely.

"Aislin? Damn it to hell," someone muttered. There was a shrill scream then nothingness.

I shook my head, water droplets splaying on the tiled wall. It wasn't until later that I found out who saved me. Remy, once again. From what he told me, some

vampires had the ability to get into a persons' mind and make them see what they wanted to. The voice I heard had been the vampire's thoughts, an aftereffect of


A vampire's mind opens when they feed—something about it having a calming effect on the victim. I wasn't sure if I believed that. The thing was, Remy had killed

the vamp, which meant there was either another vampire after me or I was seriously going crazy. The latter seemed more plausible. Chills ran up my arms despite the

warmth from the shower.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, running fingers through my matted hair. The heat from the water calmed my frayed nerves.

"Damn it, Kaelin, you promised you wouldn't leave me." I sighed and leaned further back. The knobs of the shower dug into my spine. I didn't care.

A single tear trickled down my cheek, masked by the collecting water droplets. Hollowness filled me. What if I never got him back? I shook the thought off. There

was no way I was losing him. I showered quickly and got dressed.

I knew Remy was waiting in his office for me. I walked out of the shower room and back into the hall. The study was just up ahead—it happened to be the door on

the left. I took a deep breath and entered the spacious study. Remy sat behind a big oak desk with his hands folded in front of him. Bookshelves stood on either side

of the room, encasing it. Rows upon rows of books lined the shelves. Half were covered in dust, but there were some that looked brand new. The newer ones were

what Remy had purchased himself. A single lamp lit the room to the left. It cast a soft glow on his ebony skin.

I cautiously stepped into his line of sight. Dark brown eyes reflected in his glasses as he lifted his gaze toward me.

"All right, Aislin, we need to discuss a few things. Why don't you have a seat?"

I raised an eyebrow, glancing around at the study. Seat? The only seat in the whole room was the one Remy was sitting in.

"Oh, sorry. Hold on a second." He sat up and lifted his hand, whispering something in Latin.

There was a loud pop then a chair materialized out of thin air. I jumped back. The chair wobbled and fell on its side.

"Wow, I didn't know you could do that, Remy." I studied the chair before righting it.

Remy rubbed the back of his head. Pink tinted his dark skin. I grinned.

"It's just a simple relocation spell, nothing special," he said sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes. "Any sort of spell is special to me, especially since I don't have your kind of talent."

His cheeks darkened. "Thanks, Aislin." He cleared his throat. "Anyways back to business. I think we need to pick up your training, and I mean big time. We only have

two more months before embarking on this dangerous mission you are so intent on. Fighting goblins isn't helping, so we need to go bigger."

My eyes narrowed, lips turning down in a frown. "What do you mean by bigger?"

Remy sighed. "We need to change the environment you're in, make it unpredictable." I rested my hands on my hips, waiting for him to finish. "What I'm trying to say

is, we need to take the battle outside of your comfort zone—like for instance out in the open of the town. You know, where you kind of let loose a bunch of nasty


"You have got to be kidding me; it's not like I knew what I was setting free. How was I supposed to know that there were a bunch of criminals locked up?"

Remy leaned forward. "From what I was told Illium told you not all of them were there unjustly. But that is beside the point right now. These creatures have been

loose for almost a year now and are wreaking havoc throughout the town."

I crossed my arms over my chest, looking away. "Isn't that The Court's job? Plus, if I track down and fight these villains, who is to say I won't lose or worse get

caught by The Court in the process?"

He smiled weakly. "That's a chance we are going to have to take, Aislin. It's now or never—you need to get stronger. My training ability isn't up to par with what you

are going to be facing in Hell."

I crumbled into the chair, suddenly feeling drained. The weight of what I was about to do pushed down on me. I ran a hand through my damp hair. He was right

though—fighting goblins, fairies, and the like were a piece of cake compared to the demons and other atrocities I'd be facing in Hell.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll do it, but if I die or get captured by The Court again I'm blaming you."

Remy chuckled, pushing up his glasses. "Don't worry; didn't Illium say The Court wouldn't be coming after you? Another thing, I hardly think he would let you

die—you have a favor that needs to be completed for him."

My shoulders slumped. "Thanks for the reminder."