Caeli et Inferni (ON HOLD)

10-Christina

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            I eagerly get out of the car and stretch my legs. Four hours with a pissed off Shay. I barely knew the chick and I was still trying to recover from it. The other doors slam as they get out. Daniel smoothing down his coat and Matt looking worriedly at Shay. He was so whipped for her. You could tell. And she had it pretty bad for him too. Wonder what their problem was.

            “I’ll go find Mother Teresa.’ Daniel says quietly. I turn to look at him but he’s already gone.

            “Do they all…?”

            “Yeah.” I stare up at the giant faded white mansion. It looked like something you’d see in Gone with the Wind. A circular gravel driveway led up to it with a fountain of an angel in the middle. Heavy iron black gates guarded the front inscribed with the words:

Ad protegendumad dirigendosad custodiam.

To protect, to guide, to guard. Huh the Latin was getting better and better by the day.

“Shay!” I hear someone yell, and then scream as someone vaults off of the top of the building. The person somersaults in midair, long dark hair twirling behind them as they land gracefully. Did she have purple streaks in her hair? She raises a brow and lets out a laugh.

“Scared ya didn’t I?” She laughs and I hear Ezekiel snicker.

“Newbie.” I turn and flip him off to which he raises a brow and smirks. God did he look so…very very fine doing it. Wait…

“Where in hell did you come from?” The ground suddenly rumbles underneath us making everyone stumble slightly as the mansion rattles behind us. I stumble into Ezekiel, who grabs my arms to keep me from falling. I swallow at our proximity but its gets stuck in my throat. His eyes bore into mine and I can’t look away. Our breathing mingles together and a shiver runs down my spine. My eyes land on his lips and all I can think is holy hell. Probably the wrong thing to think on account of where I was.

My head starts to feel pressured again and when I blink, everything is different again. But this time, he’s not completely pulsing with orange light. No this time it’s just his eyes, glowing like molten gold and swirling with age’s worth of knowledge and experience. Yet the longer I stare at them, the more I see. Vulnerability. Pain. Anger, a roaring white hot rage that he never showed. A hole that had never been fixed, a heart that had never been repaired.

Then it’s gone and I’m staring into his fiery dark eyes. He lets go of me, almost as if he’s been burned and his face is completely blank. Not a single trace of any of the raw emotion I saw in his eyes. Oddly enough I feel rejuvenated, more awake. More alive. Weird. Must be the New Orleans air. I’ve always wanted to go to New Orleans. Hell I’d love to go anywhere. Looks like I got my wish, although not in the way I expected.

“Ezekiel! Turn your angelic arse around right now!” His smirk returns but his eyes still haven‘t that cold look as he finally tears his eyes away from mine. My brow furrows, why do I suddenly feel so…so…empty?

“Izzy, charming as always.” I look over my shoulder in time to find a pair of bright violet eyes staring at me.

“So Shay girl, this is your sister?” She blows a rather large bubble to which an annoyed Shay pops.