Shadows Of The Night

Chapter 4

~~~Who am I? So I've got anger issues.~~~

“How did you do that,” Kilm asked. As far as his knowledge went, no normal shield could withstand the cry of a si-witch. Their voices were too powerful and vibrated on a frequency too powerful for normal magic.

Jaxon shrugged.

“We need to get out of here,” Quincy said, motioning them to hide in the shadows as a guard walked by.

“I’ll take you to your chamber,” Luther said to Beau.

“And meet back at there’s, like it or not what just happened is a topic of a conversation that we need to have,” Kilm said seriously with a hard stare in Jaxon's direction. 

The group was separated into two groups. The boys stuck to the shadows as they made their way to Quincy and Jaxon’s Chamber. They entered the room quickly and closed the door behind them.

“How did you do that,” Kilm said once more stepping into the personal bubble of Jaxon, who stepped back with his head to the ground.

Quincy briefly walked to his room and brought back a bottle of whiskey from which he began to drown out his sorrows and worries.

“What does it even matter,” he said softly. “We are all dead anyway,” he continued.

Kilm scoffed, walking towards him. He grabbed the bottle from him and hesitated as he screwed on the top and stuffed it in an empty cupboard. “She is not as powerful as she’d like people to believe and not as attractive either,” he stated standing beside Quincy behind the isle.

“Is that why-,” Quincy began to ask when he was suddenly silenced by a ticking time bomb breathing down his neck. “Okay,” he mouthed backing way, towards the couch. “So, what’s her secret then,” he asked as he sat down and reached under the table, and pulled out a bag of white sparkling dust. The top of the table was reflected, with only the sense of touch would anyone discover his little treat. He was just about to open it when it was pulled out of his hands by whom he thought was Kilm but was actually Jaxon, who stared at him with wide eyes.

“Are you serious, do you know how harmful this is?” he stated.

“Alright then, I’ll just settle for the weed,” with that he went towards the bookshelf and took out a book, and went towards his room.

Just then the door opened and closed and Luther stepped in. “What did I miss,” he asked as he walked further into the room.

“What are you,” Kilm asked using a different point of entry.

“Warlock,” Jaxon answered. “What are you,” he retorted.

The taller guy with ashy white hair and dark eyes smirked. His lean figure bracing against the isle. “I’m a darkling,” he casually stated. Darkling was a form of fae but unlike normal fae, their homeland was submerged in darkness. Darklings were seductive and manipulative creatures of the night that could manipulate shadows.

“I’m a vampire and that idiot smoking pot in the other room is a werewolf,” Luther said dryly.

“I heard that.” The dilated pupils of Quincy, shone brightly as he leaned against the wall and stared at the ceiling with a smile on his face.

“It’ll pass soon,” Luther said.

“Normal warlocks don’t have the kind of magic to stop the cry of a si-witch,” Kilm pushed. 

“I’m not a normal warlock,” Jaxon truthfully stated, scratching the back of his neck nervously. His shirt moved aside a fraction to reveal dark ink on his neck. It was Quincy’s mission to help him find a girlfriend by making him dress differently.

“What’s that on your neck,” Kilm ordered, marching forward, with a pointed finger.

Jaxon fumbled to understand what he meant until his collar was shifted to the side revealing an infinite sign with a diagonal stroke running through its center, it lay vertically on his neck.

Kilm froze as he stared at the tattoo and stepped back slowly. “What is it,” Luther and Quincy asked at the same time. Luther gulped and furrowed his brow at the mark. “It's very pretty,” Quincy commented, his eyes glued to the mark. The longer he stared the more aware he became of his surroundings and the more aware he became of the mark.

“You’ve had it from birth, haven’t you,” he asked softly. Jaxon nodded slowly.  

“So have I,” he said, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt and revealing the same mark.

“I have it too,” Luther said, rolling up his sleeve.

“So do I,” Kilm said, the mark burned as he spoke and his eyes became distant.

“What does it mean,” Jaxon asked, his quiet voice filling the silent room.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kilm said. “It's not our most immediate problem. Marisol is and if you think that you are safe after the stunt that you just pulled, your more naïve than I suspect,” he said with a clenched jaw.

“Can we all please calm down? We all pissed her off in case you have short-term memory or anything. She’s coming after all of us,” Quincy cleared the air.

“I don’t understand,” Jaxon said quietly to Quincy.

“Marisol can make our lives very difficult in the near future. She could get us kicked out, which is something that I can not let happen,” Luther said, gears turning in his head.

“She could hurt people we love,” Quincy added.

Jaxon resisted the urge to ask why knowing that he’d only reinforce Kilm's thoughts of him and it would also sound very annoying.

“She does it because she can,” Kilm said glancing away from Jaxon. He guesses he had to come to the terms that he was new and like him. Special but he was also dangerous which was something that he had to watch closely for but in the current moment he-they had a very powerful witch, who knew too much to deal with.

“So how do we move forward,” he voiced his doubts.

“With honesty,” Luther immediately responded.

Quincy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Cautiously,” he said loudly. “We don’t know what she has on us and therefore we only move forward with confirmation,” he continued.

“And what do we do then,” Luther bit back.

“We strike back,” Jaxon said loudly. Kilm nodded his head in agreement, he now knew how they would strike back.