His Purple Eyes

Chapter 13

I hung up my phone and tossed it onto my bed. They had my number and iPhones are easy to track. Panic was eating away at me. It was around 2 a.m, but I didn't care. I ran out of my room into the dark hallway. I started banging on Daniel's door. He opened it quickly, looking pissed off.

"What!" He yelled. I flinched back and he must have recognized me when I moved. "Oh Ari, I'm sorry. I thought it was Vivian bothering me again." His features softened and he ran a hand through his thick hair.

"I need your help." I couldn't mask my fright. I needed Daniel and he would be there for me, hopefully. "What happened?" Daniel had concern in his voice, he didn't mask it either. "Someone called my number. They told me that I couldn't hide. That means they can trace my phone and find my location. I don't know if it's Caine or whatever but I'm scared." Daniel pulled me to his chest and hugged me. "Well first, why would it be Caine?" He was touching my hair as he spoke. "He knows I can use telephonesis." For some reason, Daniel irrupted in laughter. "It's telekinesis. But on a serious note, we don't know who it is yet. How about we just take the battery out until the time being, ok?"

We went down to the kitchen and Daniel gave me some water. We said goodnight and I headed back to bed. I still was pretty nervous though. Just knowing that the short call was long enough for them to be on their way now.

Who were 'they' exactly? I doubt it was just the two men I saw that night. Daniel had said they were like a cult or a gang of criminals. But they took out certain people who had power, status or wealth. Daniel said they also took out bad people sometimes. They were one of the most deadly gangs known to mythical beings, so there must be more information on them.

I felt myself drift off to sleep thinking about the gang. I dreaded sleep so much because I could never have an escape from my past. For once, I wanted to sleep without the images of blood in my head.

. . . .

The next morning we all ate at the same table in silent. Even Vivian was silent. Something was off. I looked at everyones faces. They constantly sent glances to each other, then at me. Daniel seemed to be extra nervous.

Putting two and two together, I slammed my empty glass onto the table. Everyones heads snapped up. Atticus missed breakfast for some reason, so he wasn't there. "I can't believe you Daniel." Daniel sent a glance to Zaine then back at me. "What do you m-" I cut him off quickly. "Don't give me that! You know exactly what I'm talking about. You had to go and tell them who I am. You couldn't just keep your mouth shut." I stood up and tossed my dishes into the sink. "Look, they had to know." Daniel stood up beside me. "No Daniel. No body had to know." I never wanted to hide myself from anyone but if it meant my safety, I would suffer through it.

Vivian coughed, obviously trying to catch our attention. "Well, you being a Sinclair sure is a surprise. But just know you are still below me in this family. You might not have the powers." Something about what she said sounded off. As if she herself felt threatened and mad that I was a Sinclair for whatever reason. "She does." Daniel sighed. Vivian's lips curved into an 'o' shape. An expression of shock plastered over her face, for a mere second before she composed herself. "Well then." Vivian sat up quickly and walked away.

I looked at Daniel. I was so pissed at him. I shook my head and walked away to Atticus' room. I knocked on his door, but he wasn't answering. I opened his door and I saw him in deep conversation on the phone. I'm not sure with who, but it looked as if he was enjoying the conversation. Then he said that dreaded name. 'Hope'. I closed the door and went back down stairs. "Anyone have a phone?" I called out into the crowd of males, annoyed. Eaton passed me his. I thanked him then walked to the next room.

I dialed Gabriel's number. He picked up after a few rings. "Hello?" He asked a bit groggily. "Hey, I took the battery out of my phone so I called you on another phone." I said, sitting nervously on the couch. "Oh hey Arianna. What happened to your phone?" He asked casually. "Oh, it wasn't working right. Anyways, I was wondering if you could meet me at my house. I really need to get out of here." I sighed heavily and rested back onto the couch. "I'll be there in a few. Don't ask how I know where you live." He hung up the phone.