Spellbound [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15 Sirens

"So now what? We can't just barge in on them. Even if we wanted to, none of us know Ben's spell," Arrianne said.

The atmosphere had gone from panicked to angry to calm to worrisome all in about an hour.

"Well, as long as they're safe, I think we should just play it by ear at this point," Carly suggested. Despite her sass and sarcasm, it was either her or Cam that was the voice of reason in these situations. Or any situation.

"I wish we at least knew where they were. Not knowing what's happening is driving me insane! What if he tells her about me?" Peter said, his heart pounding against his chest.

He really did care for Ana and wanted to help her. The last thing he needed was her to think he was plotting to kill her.

"Why? Are you planning on telling her yourself?" Cam asked.

"Eventually."

"Sure you are," Arrianne responded, rolling her eyes.

"I would!" He defended himself.

"No you wouldn't," she said, as she sauntered up to him. "Let me give you a summary of how it would turn out. You'd play the boy next door while Ben plays the knight in shining armor. And as she has you completely wrapped up, you'd do anything to keep her, whether it be as her best guy friend or her safe place whenever she and Ben get in a fight. Then, while she and him are in a huge argument over you, because let's face it, he will be jealous, the truth comes out."

She takes one last step towards him.

"And then she'll hate you," she finishes,"And she'll be gone and live happily ever after with Ben and you'll have no part in her life. Sound familiar?"

Peter pushed his hand at the space between him and Arrianne's chest, using his telekinesis to catapult Arrianne across the room. Her body slammed against the wall. He flung her so high up, if she had reached the windowed ceiling, it would have shattered.

She falls to the floor with a loud thud, Cam rushing over to her. She groaned and laid there for a couple of minutes, breathing heavily as her pain resides.
When she finally sat up, she scowled at Peter. His arms were crossed and he just looked at her, waiting for an answer.

I'm still hurting. From the guilt, the heartache from Mary. I can't let any of my past repeat itself, he thinks to himself. But Arrianne heard him loud and clear.

Her look softens as Cam helps her stand up.

"I know Peter, history repeating itself is the last thing any of us want. But you said yourself, we shouldn't let our emotions blind us."

Carly walked up to Peter and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hey, look at me," she said, trying to look into his eyes. "She's NOT Mary. and we won't let her end up the same way. Besides, who hangs people anymore, right?"

"The mass serial killer that's on the lose," he responded.

"Shit! Forgot about that. Do you think that they're tied with Addie's foster parent's murder in any way? Or the Exaudi?" Cam asked.

"We really should look into that," Arrianne pointed out. "Maybe Ana could do a little snooping for us, with her dad being the Sherif and all."

"Arrianne, you know how I feel about her. She's already got too much shit going on," Peter said, "Do we really want her to be involved in the real bullshit? The real fucked up part of everything? I mean she doesn't even know the half of what being on 'the good side' really means."

"But it's not like she'll be kept in the dark forever," Carly said.

"Who said we would try to? I'm just saying, we need to let Ana decide," Peter stated.

"I thought you wanted to train and weaponize her," Cam muttered.

"That was before I was with her today. Seeing her light up the way she did when she made flames out of thin air, the pure joy in her eyes-I can't do that to her now."

"Somebody's going soft," Arrianne taunted.

"Maybe I am, and damn me if you must. But Ben won't be the only one safeguarding her."

• • •

"Ana, please! Calm down," Ben pleaded, following her as she paced around the living room.

"Calm down!? The man who you're telling me has made his life's mission to obliterate my race might be coming to get me and you want me to CALM DOWN!?" She screamed as she came to a halt, turning towards him. This was becoming too much. She felt like her head was about to explode.

"I don't expect you to forget about this or absorb the situation over night, but if you'll just let me take you back to the library and Peter will-"

"No! I want to leave. Alone. I need some time alone!"

"Ana, you won't be-"

"Safe!? No shit Sherlock! But I've gotten pretty use to looking out for myself."

She stormed towards the double doors and grabbed a hold of both knobs.

"Take me home," she announced. The double doors instantly opened towards her living room, taking the place of the doors to her garden.

"What the hell? Ana, wait!"

Ben bolted for the doors, but Ana slammed them shut. She wanted to run to her room, but her legs could only make it to the couch.

She rested her elbows on her knees and put her face in her hands.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Fucking Crap! She thought to herself. She could only take so much in one night.

It's been one night!

She felt like her head and heart were at an endless battle. And the worst part was both weren't making sense.

Her heart wanted to run away from the danger, but at the same time stay for her newly found love and family. And her head wanted to go back to normal and pretend like nothing happened, but at the same time wanted to learn more about who she was. Regardless of what Ben has told her about their lack of information, she had learned more about herself today than she did in the past seventeen years of her life.

She began to think of the good things that came out of her night. The high she got on the dance floor, the moment she made flames appear at her fingertips, discovering the sanctuaries, all things that probably were no big deal to the other casters, but they were like milestones for her.

She realized that the only thing worst than going back would be not going back.

Ana got to her feet and opened the doors to her backyard again. However, it didn't make a passage to Ben's sanctuary like last time.

Ana closed her eyes and focused again. Nothing.

"Ben's sanctuary," she said.
Still nothing.

She groaned in frustration, turning around and making her way to the front door. She grabbed her keys, locked the door, and went in her car.
Luckily, she remembered the directions to The Brew, making her trip a bit easier. Just as she was getting close to the city, a street lamp suddenly falls in front of her car. The tires screech as she stomps on the brakes.

Ana's heart rate skyrocketed. She quickly called nine-one-one.

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

"There's been an accident. A-a-a car accident."

"Okay, are you injured in anyway?"

"I don't-"

And she's cut off by a black truck colliding with the passenger side of her white Cadillac, causing it to swerve into the street lamp, nearly tipping it over. The windows were shattered along with Ana's skull.

The driver of the truck had walked out with neither a scratch or the slightest bit of mercy. He simply left with a smug smile and the words, "Send my regards, will you?"