Of Summer Nights

Secrets and Sex

Of Summer Nights

Chapter 8

Hey Guys.

Does anyone have a cure for StoryWrittingAddiction Syndrome, it would be much appreciated.

So prevent and confusion, the Bold is the present, and the not-bold is the past.

Well, on with the story.

Enjoy.

Zoey’s POV (Bold)

Stevie Rae's POV (Not Bold)

I pulled over my Bug. I hadn’t notice the water fall that was cascading down my face had made me shake and in turn move the wheel of my car. I eased it across the road and to a stop, I cut the engine and sat there remembering the reason my frame was shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

“No. Zoey please. Dont do this. Let us explain.” Stevie Rae’s tortured voice called out to me in the dim light. I snarled. My head flicked from the ‘bird’ to my supposed best friend. My pupils were still tinged red and the wraths of my elements were still as tight as I could manage without killing any one. I squeezed the fist I was using to control my gift, the flame grew hotter and a darkness began to seep through infecting my body.

A torturous cry came from behind me, followed by a scuffle of gravel as Stevie Rae fell to her knees withering in an imaginary pain. I ignored her, staring a hole in the floor just in front of the Mockers human feet,

“I can see it in your eyes.” The bird whispered, barely audible. My head snapped up to meet his black eyes, “The darkness starts with hatred and weaves its way through your body, taking over every part of your very essence, your very soul.” His slow voice sounded wise, I began to relax my grip on the bird. But then his shaded eyes darted to the withering figure that now lay screaming on the floor, the power suddenly grew stronger and I squeezed my fist so much that the abomination before me collapsed as did his mate.

I spat on the floor near his head that was now shaking with the pain I was waving through his body. I could feel the darkness tumble and bounce through my bones and my soul, I welcomed it was if it were a friend.

The car door opened, and I was pulled into the arms of a masculine figure. I hadn’t realised my belt had been undone, or it had simply been unclipped by the stranger. I cried on his shirt, not caring whose arm I was in.

A scream echoed from my ears and sunk straight in to my still pure heart. Inside my body there was a battle, Darkness verses the Light. Darkness was winning.

I was going to give into the shadows when a whisper seeped in to my darkening soul, Listen to your present not to your past.

I smiled triumphantly; even when I was going to turn my back on what I had fought for, my goddess was still guiding my path. My heart began to beat harder and it began to spread the Light that had held fort inside. My pupils begun to shroud around the edges and my original colour began to return to show me I had turned towards the right direction. I relaxed my hand almost all of the way. I didn’t want to seem too lax. I turned way from staring at the back of the Ravens head, I turned too face the body that lay on the floor. Curled up on the gravel was a loose fetal figure who was breathing shallowly, I heard a scramble from behind me as the bird crawled around me to drape his midnight wings protectively around Stevie Rae’s body.

I heard the stranger mutter soothing words, a heated feeling rose inside me. And a sense of recognition warped my heart, I knew the unknown man. I tilted my head a fraction, and inhaled. Stark.