chapter Twenty-Nine
Bliss
he next morning, Bliss woke up early and put her things in her hostel locker. She found Edon and Ahramin whispering fiercely. Edon looked tired and annoyed; his eyes were red-rimmed, and Ahramin had her usual smirk.
"Everything all right?" Bliss asked.
Ahramin gazed at her coolly and didn't answer.
The rest of the boys woke up, and the group headed outside to figure out where to begin the search. "I did a little digging and discovered a few of the projects that were under construction when Caligula was emperor," Malcolm said, holding up his mobile phone. "There's a few bridges and aqueducts, but the most important one is the Circus Maximus - the racetrack he built in the middle of the city, with the Egyptian obelisk in the middle."
"Should we start there?" Lawson asked.
Bliss shrugged. "Sounds like as good a place as any. Where is it?"
"Of course the racetrack doesn't exist anymore. They built St. Peter's on top of it."
"Of course." Ahramin smirked, but everyone ignored her.
"The most famous tomb in the world," Malcolm noted.
"So the path to Hell lies right under Vatican City?" Ahramin asked. "Does that sound right to you guys?"
"Stranger things have happened in the history of the vampires," said Bliss. "Besides, when Caligula ordered its construction, it was an arena - a sports stadium, not the Holy See."
St. Peter's Square was stunning. The weather was unseasonably warm, and the sun brightened the pillars surrounding the square and made them almost glow.
"Did you know St. Peter was the first Pope? That's why he's buried here," Malcolm told them.
"Thanks for the history lesson," Ahramin said. "If we'd wanted to play tourist, we could have hired a guide. Let's just get on with it."
Why did she have to be so awful all the time? "I'm interested in learning about it," Bliss said, more to torture Ahri than out of real interest.
Malcolm gave her a grateful look. "Michelangelo designed part of the dome. But I'm more excited about seeing the Sistine Chapel; not that I'll be able to." He sighed.
Oh, right. Denizens of the underworld were not allowed in places touched by the Divine, and St. Peter's Basilica was hallowed ground, one of the most sacred places in all of Christendom.
"What I don't understand is how you can go in, considering who your father is," Ahramin said to Bliss.
"It doesn't matter. Bliss and I will go in and check it out. You guys try to keep your eyes open out here. See if you can see anything in the glom that could be a portal," Lawson instructed. "Come on," he said to Bliss, and they followed the line of tourists entering the basilica.
They walked around the magnificent cathedral, marveling at the grandeur of the soaring ceilings and the breathtaking, dazzling interior. They were pilgrims before the altar of God, dwarfed by His glory.
"Anything?" Lawson asked.
Bliss shook her head.
"All right, next room," Lawson said.
They spent the rest of the day wandering through the various highlights in the Holy See. Bliss wished they could be there under other circumstances; the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel was marvelous, but she couldn't really appreciate it - she was too focused on trying to figure out where a path underground might lead; if there were telltale signs in the glom that could give away the presence of the ancient portal.
But all they saw was beautiful art, throngs of tourists, and gorgeous murals. There was nothing to indicate that the place was anything other than a holy and sacred space.
They found the boys and Ahramin waiting for them outside, with no news either. It was the end of the day and the pack was exhausted. After stopping for pizza al taglio, they went back to the hostel.
Ahramin changed for bed in what was becoming her usual striptease, but both Lawson and Edon seemed to be making a special effort not to pay attention, which clearly annoyed her. Bliss was determined not to give Lawson another chance to laugh at her, so she pretended she was alone in the room and changed as quickly as she could. But not before she glanced at Lawson, who quickly looked away.
So he'd been watching her, then. Not Ahramin, but her. She suppressed a smile.
The thought of it made her skin tingle, but it wasn't quite enough to keep her awake, given how tired she was. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
It wasn't long before she wished she hadn't, though. The nightmare started right away. She was in a dark place, underground somewhere, as best as she could tell, but it was strange - she could also see herself as if from outside her own body.
Wait - not her own body. Somebody else's. Someone familiar but not known to her.
Allegra? Was it her mother running through the maze?
Whoever it was, she was scared out of her mind. Bliss felt her fear, the sweat on her forehead, the pumping of her heart. Terror. Utter terror. Bliss felt the menacing presence draw closer, and she knew something awful was about to happen. Both of her perspectives seemed to be closing in on one another; it wouldn't be long before they would connect somehow, and maybe then she could figure out what was going on....
But before it could happen, she woke up.
She must have gasped, or made some sort of noise, because she'd barely sat up in bed before Lawson rushed over to her. "What is it?" he whispered. "Are you okay?"
"Just a nightmare," she whispered back. "I'm fine."
"You're not - you're shaking," he said.
It was true - she was cold all of a sudden, and she couldn't stop shivering.
"Lift the blanket," Lawson said, and crawled in beside her. "Here, lie down."
His body was warm and comforting against hers. She buried her head in his chest. "I was so scared," she said. "It was like I was in two places at once, and something disastrous was going to happen. And I couldn't stop it, and part of me might have even been responsible. I was so confused," she said, and then tears came to her eyes. She could still feel the horror in her body. She had never felt so frightened. Who was that girl? What was happening to her? Was it Allegra? If so, what was she running from?
"It's okay," Lawson said. "It's all going to be okay." He kissed the top of her head and put his arms around her. They were lying together so that his chin rested on her forehead, and he began to kiss her gently at first, and then more passionately, as if not only to comfort her but to let her know, finally, how sorry he was about the way he'd left her back in New York.
Lawson moved his body against hers. His hands were entangled in her hair, and her legs were wrapped around his torso, and it was wonderful, he was so wonderful, and she lost herself in the sensation of their being together again, until the blanket slipped and she remembered they were in a room with four other people.
"Not here," she whispered. "We can't."
Lawson said nothing, but he was already moving away. He must have known she was right, though she would have liked him to protest a little harder.
"Our timing is bad," she told him.
He kissed her one more time before going back to his own bed. "Sleep well."
As if.