Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 31 | Undeniable Stains

Chapter 31

My body was slumped against Laurence's. His arms were holding me to him from under my back and the crook of my legs. My head was heavy, slowly tilting back to rest against my spine.

After entering my bedroom, Laurence gently lays me down on my bed. The pillow was much softer than before and my cheeks snuggled up to it. He pulls the covers up around my shoulders: my body sighing to the warmth it brings.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all of this." He pauses, "but in order for us to track down your father we need you on our side. We need your strength and powers. Only you, the daughter of the Beast, can take down his kind. The last Necromancer." Laurence starts to pet my shoulders and soon I wonder if I'm actually listening to him. "You're a witch and a wolf, daughter of an alpha and a witch. An Alpha Witch, it's quite daunting in my opinion." He stands, leaving the side of my bed and starting to pace around the room. "I'm surprised you haven't asked any questions. It's jarring and exhilarating... You are a wonder."

I try to keep my eyes open as Laurence studies me from afar. The light was never turned on, but in the darkness a fog seemed to envelope around his form.

"Sometimes I wonder if you will ever find out my secrets. I'm itching to tell you, Eris, but whether or not it damages my chances are very important to me."

The fog thickens, growing out along my room. For a moment, I wondered if I even had smoke detector as I watched the thick tar-like fog roam the room.

A subtle laugh escapes his throat. "Don't worry: you can't move. I just want you to see me in nature before we go into the chase...I'll need you on my side when the time comes." The fog was suddenly dispersing in two large title-waves, leaving Laurence standing there. His hands were to his sides and his feet spread out about shoulders length. His long hair, pulled back by a pony tail, was now floating about as if it, too, got caught in the burst of wind.

Fear struck me then but my body refused to budge and internally I started to panic. His words dawned onto my body. Something was wrong. This was all wrong.

Laurence started for the bed again, and being unable to move: I watched his facial features come to play. The first thing I noticed was the dim glow of a venomous green in his irises. Laurence's smile was a pristine white and his canines were oddly more elongated than I last remembered. When he spoke, his canines lightly grazed his lower lip: "Listen to me now, Eris, your father killed me a long...long time ago. And now he has pushed me over the edge with raging revenge. If he knew that you had... No, I won't tell you that. But I need you on my side. Knowing as much of the truth as I can give you..." He kneels down in front of my frozen body, the scent of pine trees and rosemary filling my nose. "You'll figure it all out very soon, Eris. Now, sleep." His index and middle finger reach for my eyelids and pull them down. He kisses my temple and soon I'm free to escape my battered body and drift to sleep.

*

I don't wake till mid-day. The night before felt like ages ago.

I roam my hands around my bed; it was still pushed up against the wall under a window, and I slowly trace the tips of my fingers over the dents within the fabric. If I hadn't thought something was different: I did now. Something was much different. The bed sheets were much softer than I remembered them. Was that it?

No. That wasn't it. Something else was bothering me.

Then it struck me: throughout my slumber I kept hearing voices. At first they were unintelligible and I had struggled to hear them, but now it was clear as a bell. It was Laurence's voice.

"In order for us to track down your father we need you on our side."

Track down my father? I sit up on the edge of my bed, massaging my forehead. That's an odd dream to have: my father is dead?

I brush it off and enter my kitchen. My dirty-blonde hair was curling at my ends: I was in desperate need of a shower. After making myself an omelet, I slugged into my bathroom. I didn't want to look into the mirror, but as soon as I did my entire body froze in place: locked and seized to move.

Something was undeniably wrong with me.