SCARLET’S POVI took in a deep breath as I didn’t want to destroy what we were having right now, especially as we just made up, but even the mere sight of her face kept getting me annoyed. “You know what? I’ll be right back.” I said, trying not to make the wrong step. I walked out of the living room, with thoughts of the best reaction in a situation like this. As I got into the bedroom, I paced around with my thumb in between my upper and lower teeth. What would mom do in this situation? Regardless of whatever we do, mom wouldn’t throw us out or say words that makes us feel rejected, but she would ensure we know that what we did is wrong. With Sylvia who has been seeming really difficult to control, I think I might have to find a way to put things in a way that it would sink deep into her head, and then she would feel sober. I also didn’t want something that would take days for her to be sober about it and then when she comes back, she would have done something worse than drawi
ELIAS’ POVI decided to go over to meet with Sylvia at her home as I needed to get to observe some things about her which was really necessary. I would have to experience her up close and personal before I can come to any conclusion that something is definitely off. “Hey, Sylvia.” I greeted her as she opened the door.She looked surprised. What can I say? It’s been a long while since I spent time with her, and even visited her, so she was probably not expecting me to show up, so that was understandable. “Elia.” She spoke softly, still looking at me like she had to be certain that she was really speaking to me, and I was the one who showed up at her doorstep and not anyone else. “Are you going to allow me in?” I asked, waiting for her to usher me in as it was already getting weird that I was still left, outside. “Oh, yeah, sure. I’m sorry. Pardon my manners. It’s just that…” “You’re surprised to see me.” I completed the words for her with a smile as I walked in and headed for the s
ELIAS' POV. Three days, and I hadn't gotten a word from the tracker. Each day, I had waited patiently for him to give me news concerning Sylvia, but I hadn't seen him at all. He seemed to have vanished completely.Dialing his number, and texting him proved futile, and I began to have an uneasy feeling. On the third night however, I tried to get news about the tracker through people I knew he had some connections with.“We haven't seen him in like three days. We thought he was busy. He doesn't take calls, and read messages. Naturally, he's not that way. We only thought his work made him that way. So, if it's not work, then…what could it be?” An elderly man informed me. “He doesn't act this way?”“Never. He checks on me every morning. I'm starting to think he's missing. Please, don't try to assume maybe he went off somewhere or something. I think you should try searching for him, before something bad happens to him.”“I'll… I'll try searching for him.” J promised and turned around to
SCARLET'S POV. “Why?”“You didn't listen to me back then. Why did you suddenly change your mind?” She asked, crossing her legs, and I let out a sigh. “Because now I'm ready to listen. Will you explain to me?” I asked, playing with my fingers, as I waited for whatever she was going to say. “It is an ancient darkness linked to dark magic that I sense in her.” She said, and I sat up straighter. “Ancient what? Dark magic?” I asked, furrowing my brows. “Yes. I sensed it within her, and was greatly troubled. As I told you, I tried to get rid of it because I didn't want it becoming something that might actually affect me later, but I was unsuccessful.”“I don't understand you.” I said. She probably didn't know what she was saying, or she was being dramatic again. “There is an ancient darkness linked to dark magic that is using your sister as its host. It is living in her, feeding on her, and taking over her slowly.” She explained, and I almost scoffed.“Sylvia doesn't have magic. That i
SCARLET’S POVWhen I got to the hospital, I headed to Ralph’s ward and all that was on my mind was that I hoped I would be able to wake him up with my powers, because I so much needed answers on how to save Sylvia.I couldn’t possibly let my sister continue to be the host of a strange being. No wonder she had been acting strange as well. Certainly, she wasn’t acting like herself; just that I didn’t quickly suspect anything that has to do with possession.Oh, poor Sylvia. She must have felt so lonely, yelling for help before the thing possessed her; yet no one was there to hear her out. I pushed open the door to his ward, and then walked up to him. He was still in coma and hadn’t looked any better since the past few days since he had been here. I looked around me, then at the door to be certain no one was close by as I wouldn’t want anyone to find out what I was doing.I concentrated on my magic, and placed my hands on him as I closed my eyes for a while. “Shit! Why won’t it work?” I
SCARLET’S POVWe walked through the forest paths and I was the one who seemed to be leading us. It was like I knew it like the back of my hand, and I heard little steps, as Ralph tried to keep up with me. I was going way too fast. But then, I hoped the magic would keep him standing for a longer period of time, regardless of whatever happens.Finally, I got to a thicket, and looked around. It suddenly felt like I ought to stop. I had gotten to my destination. Like something had called me, and had called me to that spot. I bent and picked up a white stone, and began to make a pattern with more white stones. It was a pattern I had never made in all my life, but my hands were going faster than my brain. It was like my body wasn't mine, but someone else's, like I was fitting in bits of a puzzle. My pace became faster with each increasing sound, and I eventually produced a door. With stones, I had arranged an ancient looking door. “Be careful.” Ralph said, coming out from between the tree
SCARLET'S POV“We just need to get past them, and find the portal. They're not that hard to outrun!” Ralph said, turning, and running. “Alright!” I replied shakily, as we ran hand in hand, from the mass of black scorpions. They crawled over themselves, making strange clicking noises as they tumbled forth. My heart was crazed. If they happened to catch up with us, we would get stung by almost all of them, and that would mean getting filled up with poison, which would automatically mean death.“Damn! I don't think we can use our abilities!” Ralph shouted, and I realized we were running at the speed humans recognized as fast, but slow to Lycans and wolves. “Damn it!” I shouted, trying to run as fast as I could to avoid getting caught by the scorpions. I couldn't imagine what would happen if they happened to lay their nasty pincers on me. There was no way my wolf speed wouldn't kick in. Not when I needed it the most.“It doesn't work. Don't even bother.” Ralpg shouted, and I looked bac
SCARLET'S POV I couldn't help myself. I was helplessly attacked by the dead bodies. They came around me, and I screamed. Their hands all touched me, roaming my body, and I was pushed to the ground, while they made noises that seemed like a mourning cry. It felt so painful, like they were trying to rip out a part of me. I was choking in my own blood, and my eyes stung from blood filling it up. My ears were also filled with blood, and the blood pouring out of my nose ran back into it, as I was jolted upwards every three seconds. It was an experience I hated. The feeling of dying all alone among horrible creatures. The fear alone… the fear from them touching me, putting their faces close to mine, was so horrible that it felt to me that I was drowning in my fear. Crying out was even impossible. Each time I cried out, I gurgled blood, and the taste of my own blood tasted so bitter, and disgusting. There was nothing I could do to help myself.Was I going to die just like that? I recalled