Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 22 | Stained

-Part 2-

Chapter 22

I didn't go back to school for 2 weeks. Instead- while the press and police investigated the dead corpse and broken wall- I packed my bags. Large cardboard boxes pressed to the side of my room. I wasn't taking anything with me this was just a precaution to keep most of my valuables safe. It's important to stash and store them away carefully.

I cleared my throat, surveyed my room one last time, and bent down to zip up my luggage. This was my escape from my own family, and I was already regretting it. I hated the idea of leaving my hometown, but it was a fresh start- and an easy get-away from Ezra. Lifting up the luggage handle I swerved it around and started out my bedroom door, down the hall, and outside.

Our front yard was large, and to take the path seemed unreasonable. If I was going to be sitting in a car for who-knows-how-long I can use magic really quickly.

I tapped my bag and sure enough- it began to surface above and next to my waist. It glided along next to me, instead of me trying to pull it over bumps and cracks in our pathway.

"You take good care of her- you hear?" My mother's stern voice escalates over to me from our parking area. It was a large round-about with a fountain settled, dryly, in the middle. Little butterflies forever stoned in place: trying to break free toward the looming sun.

"We will take good care of her." Came a regular voice, it wasn't shouted so it was nearly impossible that I should even able to hear him but I did. My uncle was down there, my mother's brother to be exact, and he say in the driver's seat with the window rolled down so he could speak to my mother.

"She's in her early stages right now, so please take if easy on her." My mother pleaded and stepped away from the car to look up at the green hill: toward me.

When I got closer, I noted another figure at the back of the soccer-mom minivan. The windows were tinted which made it hard to recognize the outline itself. "Hurry up Eris, I want to say goodbye before you leave."

Making my way down the pathway I stopped before stepping into the street. My bag levitated downward with a quick tap to the cement flooring, and I manually continued to roll it toward the minivan.

"Bye mom." I state, giving her a side-hug and storming off to the trunk of the van. I plopped my suitcase in and slammed the lid. A large boom filled the air around us and the car bounced a couple times. Did I do that?

Avoiding my mother's gaze I ventured to the driver's side and the doors slid open automatically. I scampered inside and the doors shut with a press of a button. The cars ignition spiked, and we rounded forward and away.

I would be at the cabin for a year at most, with my uncle, my aunt, and my cousin. They were specialized in training the supernatural. No matter how rare that supernatural is.

I'm the rarest if the rare: a hybrid.

My father was unusual in his trade. He was part wolf and warlock. Being a one-man Coven and lone Wolf he met my mother. It was the night of a full moon when they met, and my mother described my father as a hairless being that gravitated power and strength. While being immensely great at communicating with animals she was able to communicate with my father. They hit off right away. It was just when I was born that my father passed away. I was two years old.

And now I was following his path: the path of darkness and destruction.

"My name's Natalie."

I look over at my cousin, she looked nothing like me. The only similarity between us was the nose between our eyes. She had long brown hair that could be the exact opposite of Ezra's bleached-white hair, and a set of deep aqua-blue eyes. "Eris." I replied flatly.

She leaned forward expectantly, "So you take after your father's side?" She asks. This girl was nothing more than your average human teenager living in a witch family.

I don't reply to her ignorant question and turn my back to her: my face pressed against the back window.

"Natalie, save the questions for later." My uncle announces quickly and I could feel the reluctant stare come from Natalie.

"Can I grab us some ice cream for the ride back?" She asks her father quickly.

My uncle let's out a passive grunt, "if you came along for the ride just to irritate me you're doing your job."

"Dad," Natalie complains through laughter: "please!"

"You're paying."

"Yay!" She squeals and soon she's pointed to our local ice-cream parlor. "That one looks good."

*

After waiting inside the car and denying any sort of ice-cream I watch Natalie waltz back with not one, not two, but three ice creams. One was in a cup squeezed with her elbow to her ribs while the other two were in cones placed to her hands.

This chick: I swear.

The car opens for her and she slides in. She has me hold the cones ice trans while she buckles her seat up. When I try and give them back she refused to take them. "Those are yours wolfie." She states and starts to eat he own.

"My name is Eris and I don't eat ice-cream."

"That's a lie! Everyone loves ice-cream. Besides we have a long road ahead of us and you need plenty of food to sustain yourself."

I growl at her. This was going to be a long year ahead if us. She has no idea who she's messing with.

A badass-evil-werewolf-witch-necromancer, can't beat that. And she gives me ice-cream? She'll be dead by the next week. And if not from me: than from a spy I'll hire to assassinate her.

Let the training begin.