"Oh, no!" Stevie Rae screamed as she, Shaylin, and Stark were lifted from their feet and hurled against the closed doors of the elevator so hard that Shaylin cried out. She and Stevie Rae dropped their candles. The circle was broken.

"Zoey!" Stark shouted, sounding like he was in agony as his body kept being battered against the closed metal doors.

"Make it stop!" Shaylin cried.

I understood what had happened. Different rules applied to red vampyres. The sun burned them. They could control humans' minds. And they could not enter a home without being invited.

Aphrodite knew those rules all too well. She ran to the elevator and pressed the button. When the doors opened, the three of them rushed inside. Stark got to his feet first.

"Get me my bow!" he yelled to Rephaim.

"No. I'd rather you didn't have your bow," Neferet said. She waved her hand and something dark and sticky knocked Rephaim off his feet. "But I would prefer the three of you watch." She flicked her fingers and spiderweb-like tendrils formed around the elevator doors, holding them open. Then she turned to me. "So nice of you to join your grandmother. Let's have some fun, shall we? Vessel, kill the old woman!"

Neferet's command worked on the beast like a whip. He roared and battered against the elemental prison.

And the elements began to give.

I dropped my candle and held my hands out. Damien took my right hand. Shaunee grasped my left hand.

"Spirit, hold him!" I yelled.

"Air, batter him!" Damien shouted.

"Fire, scorch him!" Shaunee added.

The bubble of energy around the beast pulsed, and for a moment I thought it would hold, then Neferet spoke again.

"My children within, made of Darkness divine,

Come forth-absorb, and make vengeance mine!"

The beast's skin shivered and twitched, and while he roared, hideous black creatures spewed from his mouth. They slammed against the bubble of elemental power. I felt the drain as if I'd been punched in the gut. Shaunee cried out. I heard Damien gasp in pain. They both still clutched my hands.

"Spirit, hold!"

"Air, hold!"

"Fire, hold!"

We tried, the three of us, but I knew we were lost. The creatures of Darkness were too many. They were too powerful. A broken circle could not hold them.

"Zoey! Go!" Grandma was huddled on the floor before the web of Darkness that had cut off her escape to the balcony. I could see Kalona on the other side, battling furiously against Darkness. He ripped and tore and slashed. He was making headway, but I knew not quickly enough.

"Grandma, come to me!"

"I cannot, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya. I am too weak."

"Try! You gotta try!" Stevie Rae called from the elevator.

Grandma began crawling toward us.

Neferet laughed. "This is such fun! I never believed I would end so many of you at once. This will even get rid of Kalona. The High Council will be ever so distraught when they hear that he went rogue, attacked me, and when you came to my rescue he killed all of you." She was sitting on the back of the giant round couch with her legs crossed and her hand primly placed on her knee. Her long black dress covered her feet, but there was something wrong about it. Neferet wasn't moving, but the cloth of the dress didn't stay still. I shivered. It was like she was covered with bugs.

"No one will believe that. Thanatos was here. She is our witness," I said.

"So sad that Kalona turned on his High Priestess first," she said.

"You won't get away with it!" I yelled at her.

She laughed again and made a "come here" motion with her finger. The creatures that had come from the beast's body pressed against the bubble with renewed strength.

Shaunee stumbled and her hand slipped from mine. The element power that held the beast dimmed.

"I'm sorry, Zoey. I can't keep it up." Damien let go of my hand and he fell to his knees, retching.

The bubble shivered.

I felt a terrible tug within me and knew I would soon lose spirit, too, and the beast would be free.

"Grow up, Zoey. This time you're not going to save the day," Neferet said.

Stark was shouting from behind me. Darius and Rephaim stood side by side in front of the open elevator, battling the threads of Darkness that kept trying to leak within.

But all of that seemed very far away to me because Neferet's last words kept echoing around, over and over, inside my mind. I save the day ... I save the day ... I save the day ...

Then I remembered. It's not a poem! It's a spell!