Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 27 | Stained Chains

Chapter 27

I can't remember anything that had happened to me, just little fragments here and there, and pieces of horrifying events. Almost a dream, but my eyes had been open.

"What are we going to do with her? She's going to bring trouble to this house."

There was a pause, just outside my bedroom door, where a thin line of movement was sent through the light: cascading shadows across my carpet floor. "We could send her back home?"

"No, she'll only continue to kill." A deep voice caught my attention; it sounded distinctly familiar to my ears. "We should keep her here."

"Why do you propose this? I don't want the product of a witch-beast in my house, at my school, eating my food..." My uncle died off, as if he was in a deep trance, thinking over his decisions.

I stumble from my bed, tip-toeing to the door of my bedroom to press my ear to the polished-white door.

"I could take her into my care for a while."

Silence followed, and a couple pacing footsteps, before he responded. "I don't know... I would like that, believe me. But I don't think you understand what we are dealing with here. A monster: a beast. Just like her father but far worse and destined for evil. Do you understand that?"

The reply was so smooth, so uncanny, that it sent shivers down my spine. "I'm sure that I can handle it."

"You have to be more than sure." My uncle coughs, giggling around something that sounded like thick heavy chains.

"Yes, I'm well-aware of the consequences."

"Good, you'll take her in the morning."

*

The following morning I was shoved, roughly, into the back of an old (1956) Ford Thunderbird. The car had that old-people smell to it, mixed with leather and rosemary. I sneezed.

"Bless you." He says as he gets into the driver's seat.

My hands quickly become sweaty and I desperately try to rub them on my jeans. "Whatever." I squeak, unable to meet his green gaze. I wasn't exactly excited to go back to his place again; it was too close to home. But I had no more say in the matter; I was a slave to the system.

The chain around my wrists felt tighter, as they felt my rising temperature. They were supposed to be strong enough to keep me from becoming a beast, but with my power they probably could only stop me from just barely destroying the world.

He ignites the engine to the black Ford car, not saying anything more to me the rest of the ride.

It was shorter than the ride up and my suspicions rose, thirty minutes had passed compared to the dreadful wasted time driving to her uncles place. Pulling up to a large rotting front gate, with vines and spider webs embedded around it, my driver steps out of the car.

A voice at the front gate speaks, a voice that could be either female or male: "Mr. Laurence, pleased to see you have returned." An agonizing click and the gate was slowly pushed open by an invisible force, the thing looked so fragile the wind could take it down.

After stepping back inside the car, Laurence gives me a stern look: "Before I go inside, you have to promise to be on your best behavior. Not everyone here is as excepting as I am and they will do anything to kill you when you are vulnerable. Do you understand? I will be making precautions for your safety."

My safety? Ha, I can kill a fly with my eyes closed: and yes- that is a pretty hard task to do.

"Promise me, Eris."

When he says my name my knees buckle together in my seat, unable to form words: I nod.

Grunting, he turns around, slams the car door and drives up the long uphill road. Nothing was around except trees, rocks, and dirt. Another ten minutes of winding uphill road we come to a clearing with a very large mansion. It wasn't the same one that LB had lived in before, if anything- it was larger. With gray, white, and black outer-walls as it's main color scheme. A large turnaround in the enter with shrubs surrounding a large willow tree.

"Where are we?" I ask, unsure if I was intimidated or fascinated by it all.

"You're under the roof of some of the most disciplinary "supernaturals" alive. Under the rule of Rey Muerto and Riena de la Luz."

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, but I shrank back into my tanned leather seat. He mentioned the Dead King, he was in there... I was going to be living with him...

I was going to die: its official.

He steps out of the car and I reluctantly follow him up the steps to the large front doors of the mansion, we step inside. And sitting there is Oliver: The Dead King, doing his trig/pre-calc homework.