Blood and Fangs |EN-

05.∗ Power Of Words

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You bit your lip as the the memories rised up in your mind, your hands clenched into fists. You try to re-center your attention and realize that this was just a shape shifter. The lights which had previously burned out started flickering again as you gathered all your power to punch the creature.

Your hand only went through it's stomach as it shifted once again but this time only back to it's original form, as you see a young man standing in front of you which you had once known quite well.

"What are you doing here ?" You sneered angrily looking at him.

"Your father told you to come back, why aren't you coming back ?" He asked folding his arms together with a firm posture.

"I've already said it, I'm never coming back to be to that place." You attempt to leave going past him and your hand onto the door as he appears leaning on it in a flash, blocking the way out.

"You know there's no stopping until you come back right ?, your father is desperate now and he also told me to use the necklace, if possible." he said rummaging his pocket take it out carefully in order to not touch the stone embedded in the sparkly piece of jewellery.

You walk back in fear of not the shiny metal but the onyx stone embedded on it as Jake furthers away his hand from his body.

"Don't do that, why would you keep it in your pocket for fuck's sake." you say in distress.

"I had no other choice."
"You know I'm stuck there too unless you come back." he said turning serious.

"I'm sorry but I'm not coming back." you say as you open the door as fast as you can and speed walk blending in with the students in the corridor.

He rushes behind you but you're already too far.

You only stop at once when you're back inside your room, not knowing what to do.

Were you being too selfish, not letting Jake free from your father or it was for your own protection knowing your experiences, you pondered as you sat with your head in your hands on the desk.

You suddenly felt a surge of energy burst through yourself and your mood grew a bit brighter.

You couldn't be thinking about that right now, everything was slowly slipping into chaos back again with the vampire at school and now your father ever more desperate to get you back into his clutches.

Massaging your head you knew there was only one person you could ever ask for help, she might speak little but her words were always true and on point.

You bring out your small treasure chest like box and place your hand on the lock as it opens up itself sensing it's owner. That's it, you thought, taking out the small weird stick carved into the shape of curved phone, but it didn't look very much like it.