Blood, Milk & Chocolate - Part 1 (The Grimm Diaries Book 3) by Cameron Jace

stop running, but they still caught me. I struggled and
fought feebly for a few minutes. I even tried to stare at my reflection in
their silver armor, but only saw a blurry face.
    And then,
in my darkest hour, something in the dark killed the two warriors, instantly
and silently. I hiccupped as they dropped heavily beside me, only to stare at a
wavy, dark figure a few steps away from me.
    "Who
are you?" I gasped.
    There was
no answer. I couldn't sense anything good in the presence of the dark figure. I
had no idea how I knew, but it felt as if evil had a recognizable scent of
perfume. This dark entity reeked of it. Though it had saved me from the
soldiers, it didn't wish me any good.
    Why did it
save me? It didn't make sense to me.
    I realized
that I had one last chance to run past the gates. For one, I wasn't comfortable
with the dark entity, and two, it was only minutes before my parents in the
castle realized two warriors had been killed.
    My heart
beat faster as I crossed the gates and neared the Pond of Pearls. So many faces
of other girls flashed before my eyes. I wondered if the pond's surface would
be as beautiful as Angel's eyes.
    Panting, I
stepped over the muddy soil before the water and knelt down, exhausted from the
run. But I was ready to see myself. My breath had tightened, so I waited for a
moment, then closed my eyes as I bent over a little, both my hands on the
ground.
    "You
can do this, Carmilla," I told myself, eyes shut tight. "It's just a
little glimpse. I hope it doesn't bring the curse back." I prayed to God I'd
be forgiven if I were crossing any lines.
    I took a
deep breath. Then I opened my eyes.

 

 
    15
    Candy
House

 
    Babushka
was cooking again, and Fable loved it.
    Fable saw
the confusion on Shew's face, as she hadn't met Loki's mother before—hopefully
mother-in-law at some point? Or maybe she had met her, but didn't remember,
like most of the things she still didn't remember.
    But
Babushka didn't look like she had met Shew before. Fable wondered where
Babushka fit in this complicated story of the Grimm Diaries, but decided that
would be too much to think about at the moment. They needed Babushka to tell
them how to get Loki's Fleece to resurrect him, if Axel was right about her.
    And, of
course, Fable wanted to have some fun with her first.
    Shew
seemed perplexed by Fable befriending a ghost who looked like a zombie with
parts of her flesh peeling off. Fable noticed Shew's dilemma, but didn't
comment. Everything was getting weirder and weirder. It was a weird day,
anyway.
    "So
Loki didn't know he can summon you with cigarettes?" Fable asked, helping
Babushka prepare lunch on the table.
    "Of
course not," Babushka said, stirring something in the pot. She dipped her
zombie hand inside and tasted her cooking. Fable suppressed a laugh at Shew's reaction—
staring at Babushka with glaring eyes. It was rather ironic how a vampire,
always soaked in blood, thought a zombie-like ghost was gross. "A
three-eyed woman with three tails and one leg helped me with a spell a long
time ago," Babushka explained. "The spell made it so that whenever
Loki smoked, it would summon me to reach over to his world and stop him from
smoking."
    "That's
weird," Shew said, sitting at the table, not helping at all.
    "I
believe Axel figured it out because I only appeared to Loki when he smoked in
his car on his way to Sorrow, and when some of you lit up cigarettes trying to
poke the huge raven that entered the house a few days ago." Babushka
brought her pot to the table.
    "Wow,"
Fable said, sitting down and preparing to eat. "My brother notices weird stuff."
    "You're
a weird family." Babushka giggled, as if that were a compliment. Her jaw
fell as she spoke, but she picked it up nonchalantly and sat down to eat.
    Fable was
hungry, but was more into the breadcrumbs than anything else. She dipped them
in the soup so no one would bother asking her about her new addiction. Shew, on
the other hand, seemed reluctant to