I've Been Waiting For You

Chapter 99

The glass smashed against the wall, shattering into tiny sharp shards onto the floor. Hank grabbed his drink from the table and gulped down the harsh liquid. It burned his throat but he didn't care. He had tried everything to bind Markus to him, not caring that it went against the rules.

Since they were younger, he tried using his powers to hypnotized him, but Markus had managed to resist every attempt. The door opened and his cousin walked into the room.

"I thought I would find you here. It was rude of you to just storm off without saying goodbye to The Graves."

"I wasn't in the mood for any social niceties. Markus should be mine. He belongs with me."

"I've told you so many times that Markus isn't yours."

"Maybe if you had helped..."

"No, I'm not going to help with any scheme of yours. I'm warning you to rethink your actions or you will regret it. His mate isn't..."

"You still haven't told me what is so special about his mate." Hank interrupted.

"If you keep this up, you will find out sooner than later."

Hank watched his cousin walked from the room. Without Calvin's help, he couldn't get his plan to work. He needed his powers.

He grabbed his phone from the table and scrolled through his contacts. He would get Markus without Calvin's help. He had a couple of days before his Uncle Thomas cross over again. By then Markus would be under his control.
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Malachi stared out the window, at the moonlight, his mind tortured with thoughts of his uncle. In a couple of days his Uncle Thomas would try to cross over into the human world, and Malachi knew that Mitchell's mate was his radar.

Thomas needed a powerful immortal body. Mitchell's powers were just beginning to come to fruition. He floated away from the window to the door. He took a second to stare at the door before turning away to strode over to the trunk. He stared down at his opaque hands then at the latch of the trunk.

The first night he showed up here, he had felt a strange energy coming from this trunk. Not a negative energy but a very powerful one.

His gaze lingered on the latch for a few seconds before the lid popped open. He peered into the trunk, then flung himself back with a shocked gasp. Malachi peered into the trunk again, hoping that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But when he saw the book still there, he knew that he wasn't seeing things. It was a book he had last seen before his Uncle killed him.

Where had Mitchell found this book?

A gust of wind blew through the room and shuffled the pages until it landed on the last two pages. It was a page about Casters. There was an inked circle around the word powers.

Did Mitchell knew he was a Caster all this time? How long have he known about all this?

Malachi took one last glance at the book. He had to talk to Mitchell.

With him having a mate, he was going to be more dangerous if he couldn't control his emotions. He had seen the way Mitchell got possessive towards Markus when he was here. And with that scent he keeps giving off, Malachi knew Markus was a Hybrid. His scent lures people in.

Malachi drifted through the house until he was outside. He had to get in contact with Mitchell.

The phantom feeling of the ground beneath him, made him pause for a second. Of course, he could get Elder Clarence to help him. The tombstone was still at the same place as last time.

"Uncle Clarence, if you can hear me, I need your help."

A gust of wind blew through the graveyard, rustling the trees. He watched as the ground next to the tombstone began to shuffle. He laid down on the pebbled-strewn dirt and closed his eyed. The ground parted, and Malachi could feel himself floating downward.

"It's not safe for you to be here."

Malachi spotted Elder Clarence standing at a table, holding a book in his hand.

"Uncle Thomas changed his mind about inhabiting Mitchell's body."

Elder Clarence placed the book down then turned to him. "Did he found someone stronger?"

"Mitchell's mate."

"I'm not surprised. He may not have a psychical body but he's getting help from someone."

"Why would he go after him?"

Elder Clarence walked over to a blue crystal. "It's time for you to go and help your family."

"What do you mean? Help them how?"

Malachi saw him took the crystal in his hand, chanting words incoherently. The crystal glowed brightly as it got closer to him. When the glow enveloped him, there was a slight pain before darkness settled over him.

When he opened his eyes, Malachi searched his surroundings.

"You're awake. How do you feel?"

"Like my body was stuck inside a carpet." Malachi expected his body to float upward but when lifted himself up, a gasp left his mouth when his hand connected with solid flesh.

"In order to help Mitchell, you need a body. This is a permanent one I made for you."

Malachi ran a hand over his newly acquired body. It felt surreal. He touched his face, smiling at the smooth flesh. He took a step towards the mirror to look at his reflection.

The image staring back at him was the face of a handsome young man in his early twenties.

Short black hair, the front longer than the back framed his face. He traced the small shaved goatee.

"What's with the beard?"

Clarence stared at him from head to toe. "I think it looks good on you."

"What about my powers? Do I still have them?"

"Even as a ghost you have your powers. That can't change."

"What is it that I need to do now?"

Elder Clarence picked up a paper and held it out to him.

"The Graves are having a party for their son. You need to go there and warn Mitchell not to make Markus drink anything."

"Why?"