Switched Fates

Unexpected Guest

"I knew you would find me again," She said calmly.

"Witches are meant to be very good at listening to their natural instincts, you may be the only one I can't sneak up on Miss Swinton." The familiar voice hummed. It felt like it was being whispered directly into her ear, making her knees shake. But she kept her eyes on the horizon.

"Don't pretend like you know anything about me." She said

"I know you are alone on Valentine's Day, I know you watched all the lights of the skyscrapers come on, and I know you wish you could be a part of something more."

"How did you..."

"Because you and I are very much alike my Elodie. You can have more. I am offering you more. A place where you will be respected for your abilities, not exiled or hurt by them."

"What if I say no?"

"I would rather we didn't discuss that option." his tone lowered.

"But you can continue working yourself to death in a world that doesn't appreciate you, constantly scared and worried that people will find out what you are until your old and grey. Or you can come with me. Let me give a place you can be yourself unapologetically, and be a part of something bigger."

She wanted so much to find a reason to support her gut feeling that this was a bad idea.

"Am I free to leave if it doesn't work out for me?" She turned to face him. He was in a different but tailored trench coat, his hair styled perfectly, the lights of the Brooklyn Bridge giving a shadow to his high cheek bones and chiselled jaw. His eyes, maroon in colour. And still giving her a chill that travelled the length of her spine. There was no doubt that this man was a vicious murderer. His thin lips pursed slightly. He didn't like that question.

"Coming and going will likely set a troublesome trend among the order. When members join, they pledge their blood and loyalty for life." Elodie turned away slightly, he could tell this wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"However. I'm sure down the track, once you have a couple of years of service under your belt, we can make a sort of arrangement."

"I will not stand by and let you hurt humans."

"There is no need for that anymore, with blood banks we can survive just fine without hurting humans. Although it is a lot less exciting."

She felt a look of horror come to her face.

"I'm just kidding, O my Elodie, I have such plans to improve the world, we were meant to meet." He chuckled.

He picked up her hand, his cold thumb brushing on the back of hand. Again her skin felt like it was burning it was so cold to the touch, but she didn't pull away. She was tired, tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of it all, not knowing where to turn and if it was all worth it.

Now looking back, she would have chosen differently. With the havoc that she helped create, the lives lost and now the fear of being his possession again. She would never have gone to work that day. She would of ran as fast as she could, as hard as she could. She got to New York City she could have left it too. But that wasn't what she did.

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It had been a few days since coming back home from the Silver thorn pack. Elodie had finally received a response from an elderly couple regarding their remote lodge a 4 or so hour drive away. It had been booked but it wasn't set to be available till tomorrow. She decided that she would prepare a large lamb stew with roasted vegetables, that she could freeze and take with her. She would hire a car so she could go and get essentials when required. But to ensure that she keep an extra low profile for a while it would be a good idea to have things on hand as much as she could.

The smell of the cooking stew started to fill her kitchen. I wonder if Emmerson would like this recipe, she thought and looked at the scrunched up letter on her desk next to her Grimoire. The part of the letter he would never read. And perhaps that was for the best. She didn't want to guilt him or make him feel like there was a choice for him to make. There wasn't a choice, he should be with his mate. Their souls were entwined with each other. She would never, and could never have a  relationship like that with anyone. Let alone a werewolf. It was unheard of. She was just about to start seasoning the stew as it had been simmering for a while.

When he stomach dropped. There was a knock at her door.

She took a kitchen knife and wind swept through her studio, flinging open windows as she kept it ready and waiting. Was it Lance? One of his vampire loyalist had they finally found her and come out in the day!?

She tried to slyly glance out her Kitchen room window. The sight near made her drop the cooking knife out the window.

"Hello Elodie, thought I would drop by." Alpha Leon grinned when he saw head pop out. He was dressed in a white collared shirt, navy tie and black dress trousers.

Elodie was stunned. How on earth did he find her!? Although shocked, she was somehow happy to see him. Which made no logical sense. He was sceptical of her from the very beginning. Not to mention the danger she put his pack in, with the vampire attack, and he would now know how she potentially prevented his fated destiny.

"Glad to see you are well." He seemed so pleased with himself for tracking her down. She could basically see his tail wagging. 

"How did you find me!?" She asked coldly. 

"Gee good to see you too, Alpha Leon. How's Elara? How is your pack that was attacked by a vampire because of me?!" He replied in a mocking tone.

"O my god, that smells good. Don't worry you will hear it all. I'm just here to pass on a message and to have dinner." He grinned.

'Ugh" Elodie groaned and made her way back to her pot. She started adding in her herbs and stirring the pot using her telekinesis. It was like second nature to her here in her own kitchen.

"Heh so cool". He sniggered

"How did you find me?" She asked again.

"Well, for one, we got the surveillance tapes from the gas station and then from the train station. Don't worry they have now been destroyed, encase anyone else came looking. Clever trick with the blood on the freight train. Since then, we haven't had another vampire attack. And then from there. I was able to track the scent of something you took with you". He walked over to her desk and picked up the letter meant for Emmerson.

"You can't just!" Elodie objected. 

"It was from my mother's notepad, one of the only things I had left that really smelt like her. No magic in the world can stop that."