The visions didn’t get better. They’d happen at strange times. Sabrina would be speaking with a friend and all of a sudden the silence would return, her body would carry her forward and she’d find some gruesome crime scene. What is worse, though, is that the crime scenes were no longer in her head. Bodies were piling up, and the coven was in hysterics. People were afraid, and the Elders once again had no answers. No one had quite figured out that Sabrina had been having visions, but more and more of her friends had been noticing her strange behavior. And Brady kept giving her these looks; the kind of look that let her know that he knew something was up. But as long as he wasn’t asking, she wasn’t telling.
She was determined not to tell a soul about the visions. They were her problem, and she would fix them on her own. The visions never had too much in common. All of them were different except for the silence and the death. They all happened around the same time as well. It was always during the evening, when there were just enough people out of their rooms for someone to be able to sneak through the halls with no suspicion, but enough potential victims still holed up in their bedrooms. Sabrina had tried roaming the halls during that time, trying to search for any clue at all. But every time she tried she was always interrupted by a vision. And the visions never showed the killers, only the victims.
Only the first vision she had ever showed who Sabrina believed to be the killer. But that vision had become a blur in her mind, she couldn’t even see the woman’s face anymore. It was as if someone had taken an eraser and scrubbed off any recognizable features. No matter how hard she tried she could remember nothing of the face.
Even standing in the exact same spot where she’d seen the vision for the first time brought no assistance. Her eyes scanned over the room, the images of the vision flashing before her. Sabrina let out a sigh, praying to any deity that would listen to her for some guidance. Her thoughts were interrupted with a figure beside her. She turned her head to find Addison looking at her strangely.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“You’re here again.” The words took Sabrina by surprise, and she blinked a few times before responding. “Um, yeah.”
“What’s going on?”
Sabrina’s mouth opened to respond, but no words would form on the tip of her tongue. She paused and shook her head, “I don’t know, not anymore.”
“Can’t you talk to me about this?”
“There nothing to talk about.. I just… I’m a little frazzled at the moment.”
“You’ve been frazzled for weeks, Sabrina.”
“I know, but it’ll get better.” Out of the corner of her eye, Sabrina noticed a familiar walking up to them. Jacob Colt. He was one of the few leaders that the familiars had ever appointed, and that was why Sabrina had asked to speak with him.
She turned back to Addison and placed her hands on the woman’s upper arms, “I have to go, Ads. I’m sorry. I’ll see you later.” Addison gave her a pointed look, but didn’t say anything to stop her. Walking away from her friend, Sabrina gave Jacob a smile.
“Hello, Miss Nevian.”
“Jacob, it’s good to see you. Thank you for coming to meet me.” He smiled at her, “Of course, miss.” She led him to her office, making small talk as they passed through the infirmary. When they arrived she ushered him in and shut the door behind them.
“What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Sabrina?” Jacob waited for Sabrina to take a seat before he did the same.
“Well, I wanted to ask you a few questions. And… I’ll be perfectly honest with you, Jacob, the questions I have aren’t exactly… They just…” She sighed before continuing, “They might be a bit difficult to answer, or you may not want to answer them. And that is perfectly fine with me. All you have to do is tell me if you don’t want to answer something and you can just go on about your day, alright?”
