Capítulo 119: I feel like Elena Gilbert
"Myers. What are you doing here?" I asked him while shuffling through my book. I try to focus on my work, but him being here distracts everything. Things, I thought, were just getting back to normal. He ruins everything.
"Can't I come and visit my ex-girlfriend?" A sly look comes on his face. His appearance looks- different. His brown hair is now longer, hiding his elf-like ears. Those brown eyes are now more chocolate than what they used to be. And the bruises that Alexander gave him the night of our date are now gone. He looks healthier and more alive.
"No, you can't. Not when she hates your guts." I sneer at him. He laughs at my comment, finding humor in the fact that I hate him to the core. He was my first boyfriend, the first guy to kiss me and turns out he was only dating me because of Sasha. Everything bad that has happened in my life has been because of that women. Her obsession to wake up the First Power and conquer over a Kingdom that I don't think is hers to take.
"Ouch, that hurt me. I just wanted to sit in on Mr. Branhammer's lesson. It's quite interesting the way of economics. The price goes up and the-". I cut him off instantly, not interesting in what he has to say.
"Why are you here Myers? And I want the truth, no lies." He readjusts his leather black jacket while smoothly shifting in the plastic seats.
"I told you that already. I want to hang with you." I let out a groan while rolling my eyes. Looking towards the black and white clock, I see I have 30 more minutes in this class. Man, I really wish I had the power speed up time it will come in handy here.
"I'm ignoring you now." I bury myself in my work, being kidnapped had me missed two days of work. In the corner of my eye, I see him staring intently at me. Those chocolate eyes try to figure me out, break me down. He's got the wrong person; he can't break me even if it was his life's mission.
He won't touch Quinneth Worthingshire.
The bells rings, finally I can get away from him. Gathering up my books, I head out the classroom with Myer's hot on my trail. His manly perfumes linger into my nose, his smell was always my kryptonite. I stop dead in the hall; people turn and stare at me. Wondering why that random girl is stopped so suddenly in the middle of the hallway, in the middle of student traffic.
Turning slowly around to him, I see that grim smile pop up on his face once again. I grab him by his strong arm and drag us both down the hallway. Going to the end of the hall, I find a empty biology class room. Slinging Myers in it, I lock the door behind us. Sadly, trapping me inside with him.
He pans his hands over the biology table, probably thinking of sick things to do like dissecting me on it. Ripping out my major organs and scatter them across the world. My grandpa and others won't ever know what happened to me. My imagination does run amuck sometimes, I need to control that.
"What do you want Quinn?" His bushy eyebrow lifts.
"No, what the hell do you want? Sasha's dead, haven't you heard. You don't have to stalk me anymore your relieved of that." His hands leave the black, smooth table and come up to me. That intoxicating smell fills the air around me.
"Yes, she is in fact dead. But you are still wanted." He walks around me, looking my body up and down. Those cold, dead chocolate eyes stare at my hips. I guard my body with my hands, trying to shy away from him.
"Stop looking at me like that. Also, what do you mean I'm still wanted."
"Quinneth honey, you'll never be safe. You are the only known Zastitnik to be alive, the only real connection to the First Power. Many would want you."
"Like Who?"
His finger swirls around a loose curl that hangs from my head. I swat it away, disgusted that he's touching me. "You are worth more than you know Quinneth."
"Who is it Myers." He lets out a rough laugh.
"Now you know I can't tell you that."
"Isn't your alliance to Insofar?" Last time I checked he was working for Sasha, who was the Princess of Insofar. And whose father was the king, who I have yet to meet and don't want to meet.
"Not anymore, my services were no longer needed. The Sapphire family is not one to be. . .so nice to their staff I had to move onwards. Onwards to a more powerful family."
"Powerful family. Like the Originals or something?"
"This isn't Vampire Diaries Quinn, it's real life. Keep yourself safe, and don't do anything stupid." He gives me a pat on the back, behind me I hear the door open and close. I'm suddenly left in the Biology classroom, filled with dead frogs and chemical smells filling the air. What did he mean that he's working for a new family, a powerful one at that? Why do I suddenly feel like Elena from Vampire Diaries?
Leaving out the classroom, I see Myers sticking his tongue down some innocent girl's throat. When I get closer to see who it is. It's not a victim, but the culprit Tara Tang. I never skip. . .but I can't stay here all day while he's here.
I head out the steel doors walking into the parking lot towards my car. Grandpa was right. . .I just need to chill and relax. I thought I could handle coming into school, being a normal teen. But I'm not a normal teen, not even close to it.
I'm a 17-year-old girl who is a descendent of the First Power. Not by blood, but by magic. My boyfriend is a werewolf, and my best friend is M.I.A. I lean my head against the steering wheel, will things ever get back to normal. I feel like theirs always this. . .bounty on my head.
Starting the car, I leave Batcarvers behind and head to a house. . .Lyra's house.
Parking in the long drive way of Lyra’s house, I lock my doors and head up the walkway. You could say Lyra was really rich. Her father own’s a few stores around town, the big ones at that. Her mother on the other hand is a stay-at-home mom. She loves to garden, and has a deep love of wind chimes.
What felt like I was walking for 20 minutes I reach the front door. It stands at an 8ft long door, it’s an oak wood door. Lyra’s mother’s wind chimes chime throughout the outside of the house. It’s rather soothing, but annoying also.
Before my hand could even knock on the door, my phone starts to ring. It just had to ring now, not the 20 minutes I spent walking up to get here to the door. Looking at the caller ID I see my grandpa’s photo pop up. I really need to change that, it’s him sitting on the couch with his mouth full of cereal. I told him to pose for a photo and that’s what he gave me. He hates it till this day.
“Hey Grandpa what’s up?”
“Quinneth you need to get home now.” Anxiousness swarms up his throat. Through the phone I can feel the fear and nervousness from him.
“I just got to Lyra’s house; can’t this wait.”
“No, it can’t. Be here in 30 minutes.” After saying that he hangs up the phone. You’ve got to be kidding me. I walk down the driveway back to my car. My legs ache under me, this better be good.
“Ok Grandpa what was the reason I had to leave Lyra’s house.” I slam the door shut, waiting for him to come from where he was in the house.
“Come in here Quinn.” I hear his voice coming from the living room. I leave my backpack at the door, as I walk into the living room. On the couch sits my Grandpa, Alexander, his father and Katana. Also, her father sits right next to her. What is this an intervention for the Zastitnik or something?
“People don’t really gather together unless it’s bad news. What’s going on?” All their eyes revert down to our shaggy carpet. Except Alexander.
“Come here Quinn.” His hand is held out for me to grab. I put my hand in his, he directs me to sit next to him on the couch.
“I repeat again, what’s going on?”
“Something bad has happened.” My Grandpa finally says breaking the weird silence in the room.
“Bad? Like ‘someone-was-hurt-bad'?”
“More like ‘someone-is-dead-bad.” Katana chimes in. My heart starts to beat out of my chest, that feeling is coming back again. The feeling I got when I thought Alexander had died.
“Who was it?” I asked.
“A pack member.” Alexander's father says, it’s the first thing he said in a while. His face wears a cold expression, almost like he’s trying to keep composure.
“On his body was left this symbol.” Mr. Germani lays a photo on the table. I lean forward, it’s the picture of the pack guy that died. On his chest lays a symbol. It’s a red circle with some weird lines in the middle.
“Uh, what is that symbol?" I look around for answers, for anyone to crack this mystery.
Everyone in the room looks at each other, scared to udder any type of word. Finally, Vet say’s something, “It’s a symbol for a red wolf. A red wolf killed this pack member, we think it may be Sasha.”
Oh god no. She can’t be alive. . .I don’t want her alive.
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