The Strangers (TheWriteAwards2014)

Chapter 7: The prophecy (edited)

Alright chickidies!! Here is another chapter that has been re-edited and revamped!

This, this right here is where we start to get to the meat and the bones of the story! A bit of history mixed with some foresight. Enjoy!!

Katrine's POV

"I'm rather shocked, Mikal." I stated calmly, glancing at a still shaking Mikal.

"About what?" He asked, fuming with rage. Raking one hand through his hair, he tried to get a grasp on his anger, but it failed him. He turned suddenly, looking ready to punch something, anything.

"Your reaction." His gaze that still burned down the hallway slid to me, lightening up a bit. Concern flicked through his dark eyes.

"I'm sorry mother." He said, bowing his head a little, face still in a hard line.

"Thank you dear." Mikal's head shot up, confusion and surprise written across his features.

"For what?" He asked cautiously, eyes guarded. I gently laughed, I suppose I had been tough on him...

"For standing up to her. And sticking up for Skylar and myself." His shoulders sagged in defeat as he rubbed his hands against his tired face. He looked as if he had aged 10 in the 10 minutes we had been here. "Go to bed dear. Comfort, or talk, or whatever, with Skylar. It seems as if she's the only one that can get you to feel emotions that your father and I didn't think you could express ever again, at least since the first time Anastacia left you." He looked hesitant. He had strong feelings for the human girl, but I knew he didn't want to express them. He had everything to lose all over again, and it terrified him. Even if he didn’t want to admit to it, it was a mother’s intuition.

"I know mother. It's just- There's just- Oh I don't know. I feel protective of her. I feel-I" He faltered, not knowing how to express himself. After one hundred years, he still had no idea how to properly express his feelings. He may be over three hundred, but to me he was still a love sick boy with trust issues, and for good reason.

"You feel love and compassion for her." I stated simple, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"I do. I-I truly do." He confessed, looking both relieved and terrified.

"Then go to her. Let her calm you down. Explain this to her. She knows you're keeping secrets. She's far from being an idiot." I chuckled, remembering the knowing look she gave whenever someone told her only a half truth. She was intelligent beyond her years, and more intuitive than any person I had ever met.

"Yeah, she's always been that way." He stated proudly, a smile tugging at his lips, trying to contain it. A light flush making its way across his face.

"And that's why I like her. I must admit though, that it can be dangerous, and I do see why you're so protective of her. She let's people in. Welcomes them and gives herself to them fully, withholding almost nothing. She's genuine and a spitfire. I must admit that her scent is one of the most tempting of scents I've ever encountered, but there's something about the energy that surrounds her that stops one from even thinking of wanting more than just her company." Mikal nodded in agreement. The girl smelled intoxicating, a mixture of scents mingling together to create an almost irresistible pull, but her looks and personality drove off any of those feelings, completely suffocating any desires. She had to be the most and exotic person I had ever met.

"She's special mother." Mikal said smiling, his features began to loosen up a bit, making him look younger again. Smile gone, he looked thoughtful, hesitant to speak.

"Yes, Mikal?" I encouraged.

"Why, uh why is it that when she introduced herself, you froze. It wasn't much, but even Skylar noticed it." So he saw that as well...