Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 4 The Library

Lucas was flying.

Not really flying but hovering. He was glancing at a high shelf of books as he hovered. But he was down so quick it made me think I imagined it.

I probably did.

He turned around, completely oblivious. "Sorry didn't mean to startle you." He smirked. I shook my head, "How were you just doing that?" He smirked, "Doing what? Being charming? I don't know how it just-". I gave him a murderous look, cutting him off, "Don't be stupid." "Happens," he finished. I put my hands on my hips, "Don't play stupid. You were," I shook my head then stared back at him, "hovering."

He buckled over in laughter. Slapping his hands on his knees and acting like a fool.

"What have you been smoking?" I rolled my eyes, "Nothing." "You must've caught me mid jump, love. This isn't Supernatural." Probably my stupid headache still, I thought. Lucas started laughing more. "Forget it," I said. "Why are you here?"

He bent down to the now destroyed cookies. His long graceful hand picked one up. "It's a shame about these cookies, though. I bet they would've been wonderful." Lucas stood up, and he threw the cookie back down and winked at me. I marched over to him, kicking the cookies and platter out of my way as I did so. My body was against his now and my finger was on his chest.

I raised my eyes to his, "You better tell me why and how you're here before I call the police, New Kid." He put his hands on my shoulders and gently placed me away from him. "Sorry, love. Personal space and all." I crossed my arms, "Next time you put your hands on me, I'll break them." He chuckled, "You're just aching to fight, aren't you?" Aching to break your arms, I thought. Shaking his grinning head, he said, "Not likely."

Wait. What? Never mind.

"How did you find my house, New Kid?" He started to walk around and examine my library. "Oh, I just asked the first person I saw." I scoffed and sat down on my black leather love seat. This was supposed to feel like Heaven today.

But it's resembling Hell more.

My library was pretty big. It has rows upon rows of books from over the years. I had a movable ladder so that I could reach the second floor or higher shelves.

I was only 5'1. Thanks by the way, Mom.

The floor had the most soft carpet ever. It was as red as blood and felt like puffy clouds. The Library was the only room in the house I didn't wear shoes in. There wasn't a space on the wall that wasn't covered with books or posters. So I had no idea what colors the actual walls were. But I liked it better that way. I was surrounded by things that I loved.

And then there was Lucas.

"Really, now?" I raised an eyebrow, "You know, I really like to keep to myself. And I sure as heck wouldn't give my address out to someone I don't really like. Because incidents like this would happen repeatedly." He turned around and smiled. "I didn't want to mention who gave it to me, but I guess it has come to this. Eric Samuels." A confused look planted itself on my face, "Wait, he has never-".

That's when the memory resurfaced in my mind.

*4 years ago*

The doorbell rang, and I skipped excitedly towards my front door. I was wearing a long blue dress with flowers on it. My hair was up in some weird kind of bun, and I had way to much makeup on. On top of that my mouth was filled with train tracks. Yes, braces.

This was my 13th birthday party.

I swung the door open and smiled up at Eric Samuels. He smiled and looked down at the card he held. "Happy Birthday, beautiful." He handed me the card, gave me quick kiss on the cheek and turned to leave.