Pure Bloods

Pure Bloods: 07

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Recap:

Julius had announced that Cheraline is the bearer of the Great Prophecy and had used Brooke, a descendent of the Oracle, to find out the next five pure bloods involved in the Great Prophecy. The six are Cheraline D'Angelo from the Blood moon, Eddie Eglasias from the Harmony moon, Floyd D'Angelo from the Memor moon, Jasmine Sanchez from the Imber moon, Nickola Valdez from the Ignis moon and Brooke Lakewood from the Harmony moon herself.

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"The heroes will head back to the Great House to discuss the prophecy. Rest of you are dismissed," Julius ordered. The five followed me back to the Great House, chatting the whole way. Brooke didn't remember her little I-became-the-Oracle episode from earlier, but other than being a little shaken up she was alright. The tattoos on their skin didn't hurt as much as it did earlier, but still sting a little. Floyd and Eddie were having a great time talking to each other while Jasmine tagged along like a lost puppy. Jasmine was the typical Miss Popular; rich and pretty but a total snob.

The first thing she said to me was,"What are you wearing?" Before she rolled her eyes and strutted to Floyd, Eddie and Nick. Nick was awfully quiet, but he's always like that for the few hours I had known him.

Julius had ordered the housekeepers to get the other's clothes and necessities from their rooms and into the Great House after Brooke announced the great six. I decided to tell them to head to the conference room after they finished unpacking. Since I had already unpacked, I headed to everyone's rooms to check up on them.

"I'm still packing, hun!" Brooke hollered when I entered her room.

"I'll leave you to it then. Remember to head to the conference room later!" I informed.

"Yeah, sure!" She hollered somewhere inside her walk-in closet.

I closed her door and walked to Floyd's. I didn't bother entering the room.

"Yo, head to the conference room after you finish unpacking!" I shouted.

"Okay!" He answered.

I walked to Eddie's and Jasmine's room and told them the same thing as I did to Floyd.

I headed to Nick's room and shouted the same thing to him but he didn't answer back.

"Nick?" I called out, knocking on his door. Still no reply. I opened the door quietly, gripping the small dagger in my back pocket tightly.

"Nick?" I said again, loudly.

"Boo!" A deep voice yelled. I screamed, taking my dagger out and turned around, getting ready to stab the intruder.

"Woah, woah, woah! Chill, it's me," Nick said, holding his hands up in surrender and backing away. I sighed in relief and put the dagger away.

"Dude, did you see your face?" He chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at him.

I noticed he was only in his low-hanging boxers and his chest and abs out for all to see.

"Oh my god! Wear a shirt!" I squealed, covering my eyes.

"Oh you know you like it," he said.

"Nick!" I complained.

"Fine, fine."

Once he put on his shirt, I uncovered my eyes.

"Are you done packing?" I asked the black-haired boy.

"Yeah," he said. We just stood there staring at each other. His eyes were completely heterochromia, meaning his eyes were two different colours. His left eye is deep royal blue and his right eye was a reddish-brown. People probably labeled him a freak but I thought it was unique and beautiful. His reddish black hair highlighted his pale skin and his defined facial features definitely made head turns. In all seriousness, Nickola Valdez isn't just any ordinary boy. He was a smoking hot boy.

"Umm...we should..get going," I said, getting lost in his unique eyes. I looked down at the ground, not wanting to look at him anymore because I would probably jump him if I continued.

"Oh yeah. I need to put on some jeans, you should go first," he said, awkwardly rubbing his neck. I nodded and walked out of his room and to the conference room.