Interlocked

12: who writes notes anymore?

The note stayed in my back pocket the entire night. Even when I went to change into my pajamas it stayed in my back pocket. I didn't want them to know about it yet until I knew what was on it. I didn't want to risk sending any one of them into a frenzy.

I finally got some alone time to read the note in the middle of the night. My mother had left some time ago after we found the note. For her safety, I just told her to go home.

Unwrapping it, it crinkled but didn't crack. Although the note was pretty new, the paper itself is very old which I found odd. Once I got it unfolded I examined it to see if anyone left prints on it, none were found.

I sat down in the dark dining room and finally read what was on the note.

Good evening Miss Kerra,
We have been looking for you for quite a while now. It's taken decades for us to finally find where you are. Although I am truly sorry for the mess we've made in your house, it is for the best. I am not sorry at all, you see we have something that needs to be done that only you can do for us.

Although we won't reveal who we are yet, just know we will always be keeping a close eye on you. We will meet again soon, lovely. Until then...
-C

The note was unnerving, but the crack behind me was even worse. Whipping my head around, I could see a deep crack in the frame of my dining room door. Beside it, Ryder, Elliot, and Bentley. They did not seem happy to find me in the middle of the night reading a note in the dark. Seemingly like they read it with me from their spots only a couple of feet away.

Ryder was the first to walk up to me, he was the less angry one of the bunch. The other two heaving in anger, hopefully not directed at me. Ryder took the note gently from my hands and grabbed my hand. Pulling me from my chair, he only led me back to my library with the others following.

A deep frown sat on his face which pulled at my heartstrings. I never like seeing any of them upset, especially at me. We all sat at a table in the library in silence for a while.

"Why did you try to hide this from us?" Elliot was the first to speak on the topic and the first of the two to calm down slightly.

I winced at the anger you could hear in his voice but knew it was something I probably shouldn't have hidden. We are all in this together, as one.

"I didn't want to put anyone in danger. If they want me, I will deal with it." It wasn't the first or last time I've been in a fight with others. It's always been something with me since I was a teenager, people poking fun at me to downright fist fighting. I didn't want to put them through something they don't deserve.

Bentley chuckled to my right. "That's rich coming from the girl lets us serve her hand and foot. You know this involves all of us. We can help you, you don't have to be alone with this." His voice softened at the end of his sentence, fighting the harshness of the start.

I only nod at them, certainly, they have a point. They can very much be of use in helping me, especially with creepy stalkers. We spend some more time talking it out, Ryder crawling up next to me towards the end of the conversation.

He pulls me into his lap, straddling him. Lowering his head and neck, he starts to kiss my lips softly. I can feel all the emotions he's trying to say to me without exposing himself. I know he feels hurt, but he doesn't want to hurt me because he's hurt.

After a good 'kissing it out' season, we get to business. I'm still on Ryder's lap as he and Elliot go back and forth over what they found out in my room.

"Well, I think I know who had broken into our house." I was too distracted by the information he was revealing to notice he called this our house. "I think it was spirited, they would also explain why we didn't hear or see them coming into the house since the three of us can't see them."

He went on more about spirit energy left on stuff, but it would make sense anyways. But I didn't know why spirits would be after me, the only thing I could think of was because I am a necromancer.

We had a lot of unanswered questions and didn't know where to start. The spirit world is very vast and hard for necromancers to understand, no less than other supernaturals who can't even see them. What I couldn't understand either was how they got into my house. Long ago I enlisted a witch to help put a spell on the house to keep spirits and ghosts out.

"This is only bad news for us, if they could make it past that powerful spell, they must have incredible power themselves." I can't help but blurt out during my thinking. They all looked at me confused as to how I came to that conclusion.

"My house has a powerful spell on it that keeps spirits out of my house. It was the only way to get peace from spirits that follow me around daily." They seemed to understand more and nodded. Elliot got up to look at some books, and Ben seemed lost in thought.

I got up to research as well. I am a necromancer, after all, there must be some kind of information in one of these books about the spirit realm. If we needed information, this was the best place to look first. It's a good thing I'm really into books about necromancy and ghosts.

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