Reincarnate [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Nine

"I got you something," her dad said as he came into her bedroom in the morning and she glanced up from her bed where she was tying her shoes on confused.

She was wearing a white t-shirt which was tucked into a mint-green floral skater skirt and she had a pair of doc martins on. Her hair was pushed back with a scarf headband but she looked normal. Like she hadn't just discovered a world-changing reality.

The letter was stuffed beneath her pillow to be protected at all costs. He had his hand behind his back and a cheeky smile on his face. After a few seconds of them simply staring at each other he pulled his hand out and revealed a ticket looking item, "it's to a rave. I figured it'd be a good way to make friends ya know? You'll also have the opportunity to act like a teenager. I'll even pretend to be a decent parent and say you have to be back by eleven."

She thought about it for a moment, "I'd rather you didn't give me a curfew."

"Yeah, I don't want to give you a curfew either," he droned before he placed the ticket down onto her bedside table, "you should think about it. It'll be good for you."

Just before she left for school, when her father was still upstairs grabbing his remaining stuff for work, she picked up one of her mother's books from the shelves and dropped it into her bag. It felt dangerous to read it in the house when he could find out what she was doing. She didn't even know why she felt the need to keep it a secret. It was just something that felt necessary. Like he'd make a greater effort to hide it if he found out that she knew something was up.

Reading through the words in the book her brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all. It felt like potions or spells or a cookbook for chaos and it didn't make sense to her. Coming to a stop at her locker, she tried to open it only to have the same problem she had on the first day. Rolling her eyes, she shut the book before tucking it beneath her arm to put more force into pushing it into itself.

It wasn't working.

"Oh for christ sake," she muttered to herself.

"Can I help you, love?" A voice mocking the British accent asked from beside her causing her to flinch from shock.

"God," she hissed whirling around to look at the intruder of her own world.

"Not quite," Isaac mused with his twisted smirk and she rolled her eyes as she glanced over at him. She didn't want to meet his eyes out of fear that it'd feel like being on a ship.

"What? Come up with a new devious plan on how to kill me?"

"Oh no, I've already decided I'd do it on one of your runs or when you go and put the crystal out in the front garden. You're always off guard," he droned, crossing his arms.

She frowned, simultaneously raising her brow as she did, "right, because that's not creepy at all is it?" She scoffed, "bloody tosser."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," he admitted since he didn't know what it meant. Pulling a face, she looked up at him bewildered finally meeting his eyes. They were so intense. Like they were filled with a thousand years of life and beauty. Yet they weren't. "Now then, let me help you," he didn't give her time to speak as he pushed himself from the lockers forcing her to take a step to the side as he opened the locker for her.

"What do you want Isaac?"

"Well, I thought, since you didn't like the last apology I'd try again except this time I'm apologising with the offer of information. You want to know what's going on, what the glowing eyes are and all that. So I'll tell it to ya. Sound like a deal?" She wanted to say no. She wanted to scream it in his face and storm off and yet like a slave to forgiveness she couldn't. She almost wanted him to stay around her and be by her side.