Elle woke up with the sun streaming in. Her eyes blinked open and she noticed she'd fallen asleep on top of the bed covers, though a blanket had been draped over her. In a flash she remembered the night before.
Remembered the tea. Remembered Jay laying her down, him laying beside her. She sat up quickly and looked around the room but she was alone and relaxed. Elle threw her hands up and stretched. She felt so - rested, she realized. She felt calm.
Lazily Elle got up from the bed and rummaged through her duffle bag for a change of clothes. She found a pair of pale blue ripped jeans and a black hoodie. A change of socks and underwear. Thanks Mia. She thought to herself with a pang of guilt.
She changed, threw her hair up in a high ponytail, splashed warm water on her face, brushed her teeth, then put her black Timbaland boots on. She eased out of her room and headed down the stairs. The institute was quiet. She knew it was still early but found it odd that not a single soul walked the halls.
She made it to the main floor and heard a single voice speak further down the hallway. She decided to follow it and found herself at the doors of a large room with a big table in the centre surrounded by what looked to be every Nephilim in the Institute. A man stood at the head of the table opposite Elle. He turned to face someone who had spoken up.
"The Shadow Demons only go after who they're told to go after. Someone here is that person and that person needs to come forward!" The crowd began to mutter.
"Jay," Elle's mind jumped at his name. She searched for him in the crowd and found him on the left side of the room, arms crossed. The people in front of him stood aside. "You had a girl with you yesterday. I've never seen her before. Who was she?" Elle gasped and hid behind the wall.
"She's mundane!" Another shouted. The room went in uproar but quieted immediately when the man at the head of the table raised his hand.
"You brought a human into the Institute?" He asked.
"It's not possible!" Someone else added. Jay chimed in before another uproar took over the room.
"She is Nephilim as you and I are and I do find I'm having to say this quite a lot recently - whom I spend my time with is of no concern to anyone but me." She heard Jay say sternly.
Who else had spoken to him about me?
"You brought a stranger into our Institute the same night we are overrun with Shadow Demons. Quite the coincidence." The man said.
"Any Nephilim that can cross the threshold are welcome, are they not?"
"No one seems to know who she is or recognize her."
"And I won't pretend to know who any of these people are either. Does that make me a threat?" Jay remained still when the man at the head of the table slammed his fist on the table, causing Elle to jump.
"I will not have Nephilim under my care bleed or be killed because of a stray girl." Elle felt everything in her drop. Killed? She'd felt their pain. The scratches, the shallow stabs. But killed?
"She is not responsible for last night's events!" She heard Jay protest in the distance as she ran back down the hall and made her way back to her room. Once there she quickly grabbed her bag, swinging it over her head, and rushed back downstairs and out the front door.
No one would die because of her. She couldn't bear it. Once on the street she looked towards the beach. She felt safe there, in the cave, pulled to it, but Jay would know to look there first so she ran in the opposite direction.
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