🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Clock is Ticking (Remastered)

It was the early hours of the morning. Usually, Duke was already up to start baking the goods for the day. But today was not a day like the others. It was the aftermath of a full moon. Hence meaning, that Duke was still laying right there. Right beside you.

His beautiful ginger-auburn hair looked so soft, and all you could was wait in anticipation for the moment in which his gorgeous peridot green eyes opened. He was beautiful. No doubt about it. It all filled you with a nice warm feeling. And what made it all so much better was that he wasn't an asshole.

Not like the guys at your school. The boys there were rude. All the nice ones were already taken. It was always the assholes left behind, which made sense. Nobody wants to be with a controlling son of a bitch.

No, Duke wasn't like that. He was sweeter than any pie he could ever bake. He was noble, not wanting you to fight a battle that you had no part in. But that was where he was wrong. You had every part in this battle. The battle against Montell. Against that bitch who put her hands on Duke.

You were a part of this now, because you had something the entirety of half-bloods didn't have. Magic, protection, and a sense of belonging in a different plain of existence. It gave you a different view of the world, especially in Al'Terra.

You lay looking at the ceiling. As the sun started to slowly rise, it painted the ceiling with a different array of colors. You were drowning in these colors.. the emotions it brought you.

It had been five months since you had disappeared from the face of the Earth. How much had changed since then? Where there any new teachers at Westhaven? What was going on in your friends' lives? How were your parents? Was there a police investigation, or a search for you? Who actually gave a shit about you? Did they have a funeral for you after not being found? Have they come to terms with the fact that you might actually be dead? Where you now something like a Missing 411 case?

It was all what ifs. You had no way of knowing. Or did you? Your eyes promptly shifted to the book on your nightstand. The portal to this world.. What did Remus call it? A Grimoire? That word felt bitter in your mouth. But there was an blaring alarm, deafening your sense of morals.

This book was evil. You could feel it. Souls were screaming, and the blood was all over your hands. People had died in order to produce that book. And what made it even more twisted was the fact that Westhaven had it first. What the hell was a book with history here in Al'Terra, have anything to do with shitty Westhaven?

Westhaven Academy wasn't a school. That was common knowledge. You knew something was up when even Zeke had been accepted into the school, even with his shit grades.

"Prestigious my ass." You remember saying about the school when your mother asked you about it.

But what always stuck out to you was the fact that even though it wasn't prestigious in the way that it had advanced classes or a good education, it was still well funded. There were things inside that school that you would never imagine such a poor little town like Westhaven to get their hands on, and yet there it was. Clearly they were getting good money from somewhere, but from where?

And then there was the first time Keyon opened his mouth. Those who were abnormal knew about it in most cases. Jace, and Noah as lycanthropes, Stella and her witch craft, Judah, Melody, Cam, Coach Gregor, and possibly Peirce as some sort of Godly children. Even if they themselves didn't know about their abnormalities, somebody else knew. Somebody like Keyon Hill.

Keyon was at an advantage as he could always get his hands on school records, or secret files the school kept on students. And of course being the son of a bitch that he is, he would sell that information back to the students. However, as the two of you were closely.. acquainted, he could never really keep his mouth shut about all of that, especially to you.