"Okay, enough. What did the humans do to you here?" Evander asked, fangs suddenly poking out of his mouth as his eyes turned to a solid black. Fangs?! What the fuck?!
"Van!" Calev yelled, his tone sharp as he moved faster than humanly possible to put himself in between me and A FUCKING VAMPIRE! I finally let out the scream I was holding as I scrambled backward on the bed. Suddenly, Aeson was on my other side while Calev tried to calm Evander down. Weirdly enough, even though this is fucking terrifying, I don’t think he’d really hurt me. That thought calmed me some, the scream dying in my throat as I scooted away from the others. Aeson's hand rested on my arm as he leaned closer.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soothing as it swept over me, sleepiness crashing into me until I felt my eyelids flutter. "I'm sorry," he whispered as darkness overtook me.
February 24
Afternoon
Aeson
"Seriously?!" I hissed at Van as I lowered her back down onto the bed. Van hurried over, giving me an apologetic shrug.
"You needed a distraction. Is it her?" he asked quickly, the regret easy to read on his face.
"She's definitely one of us. I'm getting a hint of water magic. I don't think she's a shifter... maybe a water fae, or an elemental?" I reasoned out. Her magical signature was clear, but something about it was different. "She's unique," I said finally, moving my hand away and retracting my magic. The blue essence moved back into my hand, absorbing into the surface as it went dormant until I needed it again.
"What do you mean by ‘unique’?" Calev asked, his voice hard. Like I was purposefully being difficult.
"She's unique. That's the best word I can use to describe it. I can feel the water magic, but it's not like any of the ones I'm used to. She could just be more powerful or something. Either way, at least we have our girl," I defended, hoping he'd chill out.
"If she's not too freaked out to talk to us now!" Tristan yelled at Van, for once the psychic's cheerfulness was replaced with fury. "We could have just turned on a movie and sat close or something!"
"Oh yeah, a movie would have definitely hidden his blue magic," Van deadpanned with an eye roll. "Look, I really didn't want to scare her, but the opportunity presented itself. Plus, I really meant what I asked. It just kind of happened."
"I want to know the same fucking thing," Tristan said with a shudder. "You know I don't like to delve into people’s memories, but this girl's mind is dark. She has literally never known what it's like to have love, or even a friend."
"That's disgusting," I muttered, looking down at the small girl next to me. I have a feeling this isn't going to go well until she gets her powers. "Do you think she'll even talk to us?"
"No, I don't. She's been waiting for us to just stop talking to her, or say why we are even bothering to talk to her. She won't take this well," Tristan summed up, leaving a solemn mood over all of us.
"I'm sorry," Van said quietly, sinking to the ground. I'd never seen him look so upset over someone before.
"You really couldn't control it, could you?" Calev asked quietly, his usual bossy tone replaced by a soothing one. Van shook his head miserably for a second, before giving an audible sigh.
"No, I've seen how they treat her, and this time I just let the anger get to me," he explained, standing up and walking to her. I moved out of the way as he adjusted her properly on the bed and covered her up. "I'm sorry, Doll."
"Let's go, she may just think it was all a dream," Lachlan finally said, having kept quiet throughout the entire incident. He was never one for talking unless there was a good reason. “But part of me hopes not.”
"Maybe," Tristan said as we all glanced at her one last time.
‘Here's hoping she does think it's a dream, or this whole mission just got a whole lot more complicated,’ I projected to Tristan.
‘I hope she remembers and takes it well. I’m ready to go back,’ Calev adds, though he can't hide his worry form us, his gargoyle already chose her, it was clear in every grumble and glance.
‘I just hope she’s okay,” Evander worried, which was unlike him. ‘I’ve never had my heart crack like it did tonight. Fuck the humans.’
‘This isn’t like you,’ I teased him. I couldn’t blame him though. When words seemed to leave us or the conversation was emotional, we tended to use mindspeak instead. It was easier to deal with.
‘She’ll see in time, she’s ours,’ Lachlan added, his tone worried like the others. The truth resonated in his words, we all felt it. Everything I could read from them as Tristan held the link open was worry, hope and possessiveness.
She’s definitely going to change everything.
March 17
Evening
Lennox