"Do you need anything?" Alexander asks me as we walked into his apartment. We just got back from the house, from telling my grandpa that Irene was murdered. The look on his face was haunting, something that will bury deep in my mind forever. The furrow of his brow, drop of his face and the tightening of his fist. Trying to contain the anger and pain inside of him.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you. . .for being so caring of me." I pat him on the shoulder, I didn't have the energy to wrap my arms around him, but he did. Those strong arms pull me into a bear hug. He knew that I was still hurting from what happened with Irene, myself feeling guilty for what happened to her. She was innocent in all of this. "Alexander?"
"Mhm."
"You're squeezing me a little too tight." His grip on me releases.
"Sorry. But seriously. . .do you need anything. We have left overs from two nights ago." I am feeling rather hungry now that I think about it. It's around 3 in the afternoon, and my stomach is currently growling at me. "I'll take that as a yes. Sit down." I do what he says and sits down at the island.
I watch him as he pulls out the old ratatouille from the fridge and puts some of it on a saucer plate. Even if it's cold, the smell still lingers through the kitchen. He really can cook; I hope in the future he does all the cooking. I can make basic stuff, but not as much as he can.
"So, do you want to know what me and your grandpa talked about?" Putting the ratatouille in the microwave, he turns around to me. He knows that I always want to know about the secret conversations he has with him. The last time he talked to him was when Grandpa found him in the house. I thought he was going to kill him and then kill me. I woke him up in the middle of the night to know, I couldn't go to sleep without knowing.
"I actually don't want to know. BUT since you brought it up, tell me." My elbows stand tall on the island counter as I give him my undivided attention.
"Ok. Uh. . .I told him not to panic, or look alarmed, but that did happen and I know you saw it. He thought I joshing him, the way he looked at me it was haunting. I.. . I've never had to deliver bad news before, and I never want to do it again."
"I'm sorry I made you do it."
He grabbed my hands, "You didn't make me do anything. I know that it would have been hard for you to tell him about Irene, I was ok to do it." The microwave behind him beeps, he grabs the food and hands it to me along with a fork.
"Thank you, it smells great." I take a bite out of the food, God it tastes as good as it did when I first tried it.
"I'll leave you to eat, I'm going off to bed."
"Wait." He turns around to me. I pull him by his shirt and give him a deep kiss. My fingers lace in his hair, trying remember the way he feels, the slight bump in the middle of his head, the sweet taste of his mouth. When I let go he stares at me weirdly.
"What's that for?" He looks bewildered.
"Just. . .because." He kisses me on top of my forehead and walks out the kitchen into the room.
Sitting alone in the kitchen, it's just me and my thoughts. My mouth focuses on chewing the food, while my mind thinks of what has occurred in the last few days. The death of Irene, and the fact that I never even got the necklace.
Tomorrow will end up creeping up on me. That is the day that I go and wake up the first power. No one knows except for Lyra, and no one will stop me. Yount is clearly like his daughter, ruthless. They don't care about people except themselves. They want to make sure what they have is taken care of, no matter who suffers in the mix.
My head turns towards the bedroom, Alexander lays peacefully in the bed. The cover is half on his body, his stronger upper body is shown. The bit of light that creeps through the black curtains shines on his chest. He looks so. . .beautiful as tiny breaths escape from his mouth past his teeth.
"I'll miss you the most." I whisper to myself towards Alexander. I'll not only miss him, but my grandpa, Lyra, Khadijah, Kate, Ida, and Mary. Also, The Blondes. I may hate them, but I'll miss them hating me and vice versa.
This has to be done, NO it needs to be done.
Creeping through Lyra's backyard, my body treads slowly through the many flowers her mother has planted. I didn't want to step on any of them, their very beautiful and you can tell it took her a while.
Lyra stays on the second floor of her house. Her room doesn't have a balcony, like mines, but she has a big bay window that is easily opened from the inside. Her parents had the house built before Lyra and her brother was born.
It's a two-story brick house. Their living room alone is as big as me and grandpa's whole first floor. Lyra doesn't like to brag about her family's wealth, which I'm surprised about because she literally brags about everything.
In front of her bay window is a tall, oak tree. When I was younger, and my parents had just died, I would ride over to her house on my bike and lay with her. We would watch movies with each other and pig out on candy. Lyra always made it feel better. I remember my grandpa would have a heart attack when he wouldn't find me in my bed. Now, he'll have a heart attack when he finds out what I'm doing tomorrow.
I climb up the tree, it's been years since I've done this so I'm a little rusty. Reaching her bay window, I push it open, it's creaks as it opens slowly. From the sound, Lyra starts to stir in her bed. Turning towards the window, she begins to let out a scream but I clasp my hand over her mouth just in time. It's currently dark, so she probably thinks I'm a murder or something.
How do I know? She grabbed onto the hand that's clasped over her mouth and slung me over. The ground floor collides with my back, making a shock wave rise through my body.
"Oh god." I groan out.
"Quinneth?" She reaches up from her bed and turns the light on. She's now standing over me, her hands rest angrily on her hips. "What the hell are you doing? You haven't come through my window since we were nine!" I can hear her voice rising.
"Shhhh Ly. I don't want your parents to know I'm here."
"Well, by the way you came through the window they may already know." All her weights shift to her right hip. Her red, wavy hair is currently in front of her face.
"I wanted to tell you that I was leaving tonight." Her facial expression changes.
"Oh." Was all she said.
"I needed to say goodbye to you." She pulls me into a hug. "I don't know if I'll come back."
"DON'T talk like that. You'll come back." She sounded so sure.
"I.. . don't really know. Yount said that it was a big spell, if it doesn't kill me, it will weaken me."
"Well, you have to stay alive Quinn, you have to." I can see her eyes starting to water up.
"Ly, don't cry you'll make me cry." All I do is hold onto her. It seemed like forever when we held each other. "I- I got to go, it's almost time."
"Guess this is it. Bye Quinn."
"Bye Ly." I leave the same way I came in.
"God, where is that necklace." I mumble to myself. I'm now at the house, looking around for the black lotus necklace. I turn around to spot it in the cup of my painting easel. Scooping the necklace up, I put it in the front pocket of my jeans. Now, I just need to get out of here, but before I leave, I need to do something.
Tip-toeing across the hall I walk into my grandpa's room. He's sleeping soundly, his chest rises up and down. A light snore comes from his nasal, he always was a snorer.
My lips gently kiss on his forehead, I know I said that I would miss Alexander the most, but I change my mind, it's going to be my grandpa. He took care of me when I had no one. He was there for everything, when I had my first period, he bought me my first car and listened to me and all my crazy stories.
He's the best grandfather a girl could ever have.
Outside the window I hear movement. Looking out, I see Piper standing in the backyard, waiting for me. I guess it's time for me to go. Coming out the backdoor, I walk towards her.
"You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"Are we there yet?" I asked Piper.
"Just a few more minutes." she responds.
As she drives the car my finger nails tap on the car's arm. Looking out the window, a bunch of fog surrounds us. For the last 30 minutes I haven't been able to figure out where we are. These trees are more skinner, the airs thinner and the feeling is eerie.
"So, do you know how all of this will go?" From the corner of my eye, I can see a permanent scowl on her face.
"You'll do the ritual, and that will be that. Maybe they'll let you go, maybe you'll die." She says that nonchalantly. Like me dying is so not a big deal, hell a person dying to her is probably not a big deal, with all the people she's killed.
"Die? That wasn't hard for you to say."
"Honestly, I don't care for you that much Quinn. I'm just doing my job." She turns a corner up a long driveway.
I turn in my seat; she may choke me if I ask any more questions but I don't really care. "Why are you so. . .mean? You have no remorse, no care for human life." She suddenly stops the car; her body turns towards me. My eyes began to widen, oh god did I push her? That was a very personal and blunt question to ask someone. Especially a highly trained assassin that was trained by the greatest fighter in werewolf history, Sylo Sniper.
I watch her. She unbuckles her seatbelt, that fiery red hair swishes across her shoulders. She leans close to me, scared out of my mind, I flinch.
"You, ok?"
"I- I thought you were going to hit me."
She laughs, "If I was going to hit you, I would have done it the first day I met you." Her hands reach in the backseat and in her hand is a badge. I look out the window, I realize that were currently at a gate. A very big, and tall gate. In front of the gate there's a huge castle.
"Jesus Christ." I whisper to myself. It's a black medieval castle, a bunch of guards dressed in all black surround it. This is where the King lives, where Sasha used to live. It looks like something out of a movie.
"It's Piper Pryde, I'm here with the package." She leans out of her to say into an intercom.
"Package? I'm a person." She looks at me and rolls her eyes. Instead of replying to me, she starts up the car. The gate begins to open and she drives us in. As we pass the guards, they look at me, giving me curious and intriguing looks.
She stops the car in front of a medieval looking door. Out the door walks a man, he opens up the door for me, reaching out his hand to help me out.
"Thank you." I say giving him a warm smile.
"You're welcome, ma'am." He walks back to the door, standing stoic looking straight ahead. He reminds me of those people with the long, black furry hats in England. He's been the nicest person to me, the only one that hasn't looked at me like I had three heads or something.
"Come on." Piper huffs. She walks rather quickly, so I find myself stumbling over my feet trying to keep up with her. If you thought the outside looked grand, the inside really does take the cake. Above us are high rise ceiling, bunch of pictures cover the walls. From the way they look I can tell they are telling stories. I see the sun, a pack of wolfs and some humans. I tear my eyes away from the ceiling, seeing Piper way ahead of me I run to catch up with her.
Portraits of people decorate the wall; they look like they are from the Tudor era. Some even from the Georgian era. Lots of history resides in these halls, coming up to an open area I hear noises. Sounds of chants echo through the halls, who is that? Looking into the wide, open area I see a group of men, in a line, chanting something. It sounds like a foreign language.
I thought Alexander looked like a god, but these men look like actual Greek gods. Their hair is long, waves flow against their ridged back. Their bodies have to have been sculpted by the god, they are so brawny and such power radiates off of them. In front of them stands a man, screaming at them some orders, I assume.
He has blonde hair, a stoic look on his face. What stands out to me is the eye patch, I wonder what happened to him? As I gawk at him, his eyes connect with mine. Cold, dead eyes rake over me, from the way he looks I can tell me knows who I am. Looking over the rest of his body, he wears a dark blue turtle neck with black jeans?
"Quinneth?!" Piper scream at me, ushering me to keep walking. I didn't even realize I stopped walking.
"I'm coming. Hey, who is that man?"
"You really don't know?" She asked me, opening up a door ushering me to go inside. I comply. I shake my head.
"That man. . .is known as the Dragon Snake." Chills run through my body.
"He's-"
"Sylo Sniper, yes." She finishes up my sentence. Looking around at my surrounding, I can see that we are in a bedroom. It looks like a bedroom off of Bridgeton.
"Why are we in here?"
"This is where you are staying, you didn't think we were doing the ritual tonight did you?"
"I did, actually."
"No, you'll do it when the moon is 34% of the waxing crescent." I give her a weird look. "When The First Power was killed, it was under the waxing crescent, so the only way you can resurrect them is under the waxing crescent." Makes sense, so I'll be here for like two days, perfect.
"But what does the moon have to do with their magic."
"Selene, she's the moon goddess, The First Power was made from her womb. Their like her daughters in a way. It's a whole thing I don't understand it. Just. . .stay in here until were ready for you." The door slams behind her, now it's just me and this big room.
Alexander's P.O.V.-
Opening my eyes, I see the bright sun burn them. Quickly, I move away from the sun, trying to readjust without it burning me. As I get adjusted and start to stretch, the apartment is silent. Too silent.
Where is Quinneth? The last time I saw her was when she was sitting at the table eating the leftover ratatouille. Walking out the room I let out a long overdue yawn. At the counter sit's a touched plate of ratatouille. My fingers run on the side of the plate, it's cold.
"Quinneth!" My voice carries throughout the apartment, no answer.
"Quinneth!"
Still, no answer.
"Oh god." I rush over to the couch and call her grandpa. My feet tap against the floor, can this man hurry up and answer his phone.
"Hello."
"Hey Milo, uh by any chance is Quinneth there?" I hear nothing, until he finally says something.
"No, I haven't seen her since you both came over to- well you know." I do.
"Well, she isn't here. I've searched everything, and I even texted her phone and nothing."
"Don't panic, she might me out buying something from the store."
"No, somethings wrong. I- I can feel it." With us being mates, I can kind of feel her emotions.
"Call Lyra, she'll know." I hang up the phone, calling Lyra immediately.
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