He patted the mat and she let him up.
A while later as the Neith began filtering out of the training room for the day, Eden bent over to gather up her personal belongings, only to straighten up to be faced with a Noah wall.
“Whoa.” She staggered back a little, inhaling his yummy Noah scent.
Her eyes widened as he reached down to stroke the cheek Ricki had punched. “You OK?” Not with you brushing your fingers over my skin like that, no, I'm a little far from OK. Eden cleared her throat, “I'm fine.” She tilted her head away from his touch. “Healing already.”
“She is tough, Noah, no need to worry,” Cyrus' voice reached out to them and they whirled around as he strolled towards them out of the shadows. Eden hadn't even known he was in the training room.
“Princeps.” Noah acknowledged him.
Her guardian nodded back at them, his expression inscrutable until his eyes found hers and softened into something warm. “I have been watching today. You are ready.” Eden's heart started to race at the abrupt pronouncement, her eyes widening in disbelief. “Really?
You're letting me hunt?”
The look of pride and fear on his face made Eden feel safe and cared about; it was a feeling she was just starting to get used to. “Yes.”
Suddenly she felt a little sick. Of course, she was also excited. This was what she had been training intensely for over the last few weeks. But… she was also kind of… a lot… nervous.
Glancing up at Noah, Eden couldn't keep the panic out of her eyes.
He gave her a brisk nod. “You'll do fine.”
***
She was all jittery, her body jumping up and down inside itself as she followed Noah past the Omni Centre they'd had their little ‘double date' in. After dinner, Cyrus had announced that Eden was going on patrol with them which sent October into a meltdown. Christopher wouldn't budge. He wasn't letting Tobe out on patrol until she turned eighteen and that was final. Eden had felt a little bad leaving Tobe at home to sulk but she was also pretty much desperate to make the most of her first night as a true Ankh warrior. Cyrus and Val were hunting too, along with McLeish and a few other Neith. They'd decided to split up and Cyrus, a ‘throw ‘em into the deep end' kind of guy had decided Noah would take Eden to Leith, where one of the victims had lived. Val hadn't looked too happy about that. In fact, neither had Cyrus, but Eden could see he was struggling to act as he would normally, rather than smother her with overprotectiveness.
Senses on high alert, Eden's eyes swept the buildings, people, alleyways. They were walking down a pretty busy area of Edinburgh at night so it wasn't exactly the easiest assignment.
“Anything?” she asked, suddenly feeling the need to fill the silence between her and Noah.
He shook his head as he kept scanning everything and everywhere without looking like he was.
Eden remembered how much she used to marvel at how good he was at this spy stuff. The surreptitious looks, the ability to get away from Ryan's well-paid goons. Made sense now. She took a moment to study Noah in his natural habitat. He was so serious, so prepared and commanding. He was Mr Duty. Somehow, she'd always felt that about him, even before she knew who he really was.
He carried this invisible weight of responsibility on his shoulders and he'd always had this intense sense of right and wrong. It had been one of the things she'd like about him so much, had made him stand out from the immature teen guys at school. But then… Noah wasn't exactly the average teenager. Her eyes unwillingly roamed over his powerful shoulders wrapped up so nicely in a black thermal top. She felt a weird clenching in her lower belly as her gaze slid down his arms to his large strong hands, to the silver ring on his middle finger. She gulped, feeling a little warm as her eyes continued to roam. He certainly had a nice ass. She blinked as her eyes travelled lower and caught on the low side pocket of his black cargo pants. Inside it were two Persian short swords. Long daggers?
Whatever, point was they were on duty. Eden snapped her eyes back to attention, mentally berating herself for getting distracted so easily on the first hunt. Maybe she shouldn't patrol with Noah next time.
Slowly but surely life started to edge away from them the further they walked and the streets seemed to grow a little darker.
“Any-”
“Ssh.” Noah pressed a finger to his lips and held out an arm to stop her. In the distance they could hear the hubbub of traffic and some late night revellers laughing and yelling. Here, Eden could only hear her own heartbeat pounding at Noah's alertness as he watched the opening of an alleyway between two restaurants. What was-She froze as she heard the scuffling Noah must have heard. Throwing him a questioning look, Eden wasn't surprised when he nodded back and began unbuttoning the pocket of his cargo pants.
Glancing around quickly, making sure there was no witnesses or security cameras pointed on them, he withdrew the short swords and handed one to Eden. The metal felt strangely cold in Eden's hands.
Making no sound, she and Noah walked around the corner and into the darkness of the alleyway.
Lights from the street, and her brilliant Ankh vision, made visible two people at the end of the alley.
One had the other pressed against the brick wall of the restaurant, the victim's eyes wide and mouth open as the soul eater leaned in for the kill.
Out of nowhere Eden was cast back into the past, to Stellan's room, as he sucked the soul out of Lana. At the time she had been horrified but she had also hungered to do the same to the poor girl.
Now, without that hunger inside her, there was only horror, and the abject guilt that she had let it happen to Lana, that part of her could have wanted to do that to someone. Images upon images tumbled around her. Attacking Lucy Stevens in the school bathroom. Almost killing Charlotte who owned the thrift store. All the times she'd wanted to do that to Noah.
Eden was yanked out of her frozen nausea as Noah charged the soul eater. He ripped victim and monster apart, shoving the girl at Eden. “Keep her there, she needs some of her soul back.” He hissed and flinched low in time to duck a punch from the soul eater. Their prey was a tall female and as she clipped the side of Noah's head in a paint smear of movement, Eden's intuition told her it wouldn't be an easy kill. Dropping to the ground, she wrapped her hands around the girl's head and locked onto her gaze. She hadn't tried to compel anyone since she'd fully transitioned but right now Noah needed her. Pushing her compulsion on the girl, Eden ignored the twinge of guilt and said, “You must stay here. Don't move.”
“I must stay here. Won't move.”
Heaving a relieved sigh that it had worked, Eden stood up to face their enemy just as the bitch plunged a knife into Noah's hand. The move distracted him, giving the soul eater the space to execute a roundhouse kick that sent him sprawling back against a dumpster with a sickening thud. Fury poured into Eden's veins and she clutched the sword in her hand with a steady grip. Calmly she stepped out to face the soul eater, who sneered at her as if she were nothing but a mere annoyance.
“They sent babies to do a man's job.”
“Well, you know what they say about babies.”
The soul eater smirked. “What's that?”
“Don't underestimate the amount of shit they can bring.” Eden looped the sword in a semi-circle as Cyrus had taught her, bringing the blade down at an angle with the full force of her strength. The soul eater skipped back, the edge just missing her. Giving no quarter, Eden continued the attack, backing the soul eater into the darkest corner of the alley. A little panic entered the woman's eyes and Eden felt triumphant, even as the soul eater hefted a huge bag of trash and threw it at her. She expected Eden to dive out of the way but instead she dropped her sword to catch the bag and launch it back at the soul eater. As the female tried to get out of its way, Eden grabbed her sword and dove at her, the blade slicing through the air and down across her hand. The feel of flesh cutting under blade made Eden a little queasy, but it also prepared her for what was to come next. As the soul eater screamed and grasped her severed and bloody lump of a wrist, Eden spun, the sword arcing through the night air in a haze of movement as she used the momentum to force the blade of the weapon through the soul eater's neck.
A clean slice, the head rolled from the body as the body collapsed to the ground. The stinging, sickening scent of copper rent the air and Eden gulped down a little bit of bile as she gazed at her handiwork.
Her first kill.
She began breathing through her nose. It wasn't like she hadn't killed before. She had.
Accidentally, when those rebel Neith had attacked. But killing on purpose was a whole new ball game.
At the sounds of whispering Eden turned around to see Noah, with his now healed hand, leaning over the girl. He'd been guarding her while he let Eden take out the soul eater. A flare of warmth settled across her chest. She loved that he hadn't jumped in. That he had believed in her to take care of it. Just as she was getting the warm fuzzies, Noah glanced up at Eden with a strange look in his eyes. “She's got her soul back but you need to un-compel her.” Oh. Right. She wondered as she hurried back over to them if Noah was mad about that.
“I did it,” she whispered as she knelt down beside him, her eyes wide.
He gave her a small smile as he reached up to wipe some blood off her face. “Yeah.” At his pointed look, Eden nodded and leaned over the girl, removing the compulsion.
“You were never here. You went to the movies to see Dead Zombies 2. You took a walk after to get some air, and now you're going home.”
By the look on Noah's face she knew he hadn't been expecting her to un-compel her only to compel her with something new. But how else were they supposed to deal with it?
The girl walked out of the alley and began talking on her cell like nothing had happened. As she strolled away into the night, jabbering away on the phone, Noah got on his cell to tell Cyrus they'd killed one of the soul eaters and needed a clean-up crew. The clean-up guys would get there in under an hour but for now Eden and Noah hid the body behind the dumpster. They were wearing black so blood wouldn't show up, but Noah wiped the blood off Eden's face and she checked him over for any splatter. Once they were sure they could, they took to the streets again. Eden shoved her hands into her jean pockets to keep them from trembling. Her first kill. She'd done it.
“Remember to be careful with that, Eden,” Noah suddenly said in a gruff, low voice.
“With what?” She frowned.
“The compulsion.”
A guilty flush crept up the inside of her cheeks and although it wasn't visible she was pretty sure Noah could tell. “I didn't know what else to do. We couldn't have her running off and you needed help.”
He glowered at her. “For the record I never need help.”
Arrogant little… “She stuck a knife in your hand, Noah.”
He huffed. “Just try not to do it again, OK. I don't want to have to kill Neith who are intent on killing you if they find out about it.”
Hmm. Eden's heart did a little triple beat as she gazed up at him. He refused to return her gaze. He was worried about her? Not the compulsion. Her. The warm fuzzies started up again. “Would you really kill Neith to protect me?”