Vulpecula ✔️

Languages.

I felt like crying on my way back to the night club. It was so overwhelming for me that I could not think of anything else. The fast speed, the claws and the concentration and the surge of power. It all made me feel dizzy and now this journal. I had to hold on, didn't I? There was no place for me to be weak, especially when so many people placed their trust in me.

But it was terrifying. The sudden growth of claws from my hands that is. What if I hurt someone innocent with these? I feel like a monster at this moment. I don't want to hurt the people I love and care about, even if it's unknowingly.

What have I become?

"What happened Ava?" Clayton's voice startled me out of my self pity. I looked at him to see everyone else standing there. Hopefully. Even Kayden was there.

"I found a journal. Let's just leave this place please." I said softly. The exhaustion of the day, finally catching up to me.

"What journal? And where?" Kayden asked me, but I pretended that I didn't hear anything.

Instead I looked at Calla who was my ride. And thankfully she understood and began walking towards the car. I followed suit but stopped and turned around to adress everyone else.

"Thank you for waiting. I didn't expect that but you guys stayed and that means a lot to me. I'll let you all know about the journal once I get done with it." I smiled at them, but it was an effort to curl my lips into a smile. "Wait, do any of you know ancient language? Or some signs?"

"No." Was their simultaneous answers. I was glad that none of them knew it. More time for myself. Because I really needed it. Tonight was too much for me take.

"Calla you drop Sophia, I'll take Ava back. She lives in the next street so I'm going that way. You will have to take the long way." Kayden said.

I grit my teeth to stop myself from snapping at him. I want my claws to grow back again so I can scar his face in the worst way possible. How dare he suggest that stupid fucking idea?

"Right Calla you should go then. And everyone else should too. It's pretty late anyway." I said steadying my voice as best as I could.

All of them were exhausted so they all nodded and got in their cars. All the guys left after making sure I was okay and Calla and Sophia kissed my cheek, which of course made me uncomfortable because nobody has ever done that other than papa John and Joanna.

As I saw the cars piling out of the parking lot I got my phone out and called the Uber. There was no way I would catch a ride with a dick. For all I know he could kill me and dump my body somewhere along the way. Or he could even throw me away to those friends of his so they could do whatever they please with me.

"Let's go." Kayden said but I ignored him and waited for the driver.

Thankfully a lady driver was available at this time. She was only a few minutes away from the place anyway. I untied my sweatshirt from my waist and put it on quietly. None of us spoke for a few heavy seconds. The air was again tense and thick with the presence of Kayden around me.

"Ava let's go. It's late. You should be back at the house by now." Kayden grumble as he stepped towards me but I backed away before he could move further.

Again I stayed quiet.

Getting the memo he stayed quiet and waited for me for the ride. I don't even know why he bothered, he should just leave me here and go do whatever he wants to. I don't need his protection. As a supernatural now, I can protect myself just fine.

As soon as the cab arrived, I didn't waste any time in getting in and buckling myself. I told the lady my address and we were off to the road. I didn't look back to see him. I didn't want to. So we rode in silence until I realised that it was too dangerous for her to be doing this. On asking she said that I was her last customer and then she would retire back to her house where she has a small boy waiting for her. She was a single mother with the father being a douche bag who ran away at the thought of a child.

I was proud of this lady.

When we reached papa John's mansion, I gave her a generous amount and told her to return it to me whenever she was well off. Because in that moment she needed the money more than a 17 year old who was already too pampered. She still refused until I told her that she could see that money as a loan from a friend. Reluctantly she accepted the money and drove away.

I smiled knowing that at last I did one thing right.

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Sanskrit, ancient Chinese, Sumerian, Egyptian, Greek, Latin, Aramaic and Arabic; these were the languages written in the journal. The lens app in my phone recognised the scripts and I wonder how this person knew so many ancient languages. There was hardly any man who spoke any of these and not a single person who knows all of these.

But perhaps Aldrik knows. He knows all of these languages and is planning something big. Something that these scripts will tell me.

He could have written these things in a simplified language but he did this purposely. Because he knows that there is no way of finding these answers all by myself. If I want answers, I will have to travel. And travel to all the places where I can find answers to these languages. Or I could ask someone in the college to do that for me.

Hopefully someone in the college knows atleast one of these languages because if not, I'm afraid I'll have to go on a world tour during these upcoming breaks.

The college will shut down for one and a half month during the winter because winter is quite brutal here. That could be the best time for mme to visit the different countries in search of answers. I noted down all the names of the places where I can find people who speak these languages. But first thing I'm going to the college early tomorrow and asking my professors about this. Perhaps the library could assist me a bit?

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Nothing helped me. Not the library, not the teachers. So now I solely rely on the travelling part. I wonder if I would be travelling alone or anyone from the group would like to go with me. Not that I expect anything from them.

Sulking, I walked into my first class and plopped down on my regular seat. I rested my head on my arms and took several deep breaths to calm the headache that was building. I'm not dealing with the situation well, I'm just overthinking and it's not helping me with my mental condition or my physical condition.

My parents are a completely forgotten topic. The only people I care about more than my life itself are papa John and Joanna. There's no other family for me. So thinking about mother and father seems like a burden to me.

"Can we talk?" I stiffened at Kayden's voice that sounded beside me. But didn't respond. He didn't deserve it. I can't waste my breath on him. "I'm sorry."

I still didn't move. His sorry meant as little as a drop in the ocean. I couldn't care about how much he regrets it or how much he wants to make it upto me. What he did, was unforgivable. He could not just go around and spit bullshit wherever he wants to. He is not so high and mighty after all.

He sighed but didn't say anything and I gladly relished in the silence.