The Slowest Kiss (On Hold)

Connections Between Us

I had carefully went through Xenia's bookcase. It wasn't easy to find a magic book that was in a language that I understood. But The ones I did find were sprawled across my floor. I opened the big book that had ELEMENTS as the title.

I took a deep breath trying to find my center. It was a good thing I took yoga or I'd probably end up starting fires all over the place. It was even more difficult with my other thoughts filling my mind. Like Luke, he saved me yet had not seen the beast? How could someone miss something like that. My uncle is hiding something even though he told us a lot. Something just didn't feel right to me.

I opened the book and flipped through the pages until I saw a symbol that resembled fire.

Lets do the easy stuff first.

This is got to help me somehow.

To all fire starters you need three things. Patience, Knowledge, and Spark. To channel Fire is to take those things that you feel passionate about. Fire is centered around passion. What do you feel strongly about?

I looked up and closed my eyes. What do I feel strongly about? My family. What's left of it anyway. My friends that I have back home and I guess Xenia is becoming a friend. Maybe even Luke could go in that list...

I felt a spark ignite in me and I gasped. But I controlled it, centered it and focused on one part of my body. My fingers will have to do. My veins ignited and the familiar feeling soared through my body and remained in my hand. I stared at the bright red glow that illuminated in my veins. I gaped at the fire coming out of my pointer finger. This was actually happening! And I was the one doing it!

I tipped my pointer finger towards the chair and it instantly caught a flame. "Shit!" I quickly ran into the bathroom holding a cup of water in my hands. I threw it at the open flame and it simmered down and then sizzled completely. The smoke started filling the air.

Maybe I should do this somewhere else?

The air was getting cooler and it was only early September. I grabbed my shoulders and walked towards a worn out building. I looked around me and back at the building. It was deserted, creepy, and disgusting. This was the perfect place to practice.

I felt homesick. When I snuck out to see my friends we would always end up hanging out in buildings like this. My friends.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Why hadn't I checked my phone? It's been three days since I've been here. Everyone probably thinks I'm dead.

I had six missed calls and twenty texts messages. 1 missed call from dad. I clicked the listen button.

Hey sweetie, how are you guys? I uh wanted to check up on you. I'm assuming at this point you know who you are. I want to tell you that I love you. Whatever happens to me I want you kids to know that okay? I called your brother too but he didn't answer, probably too occupied with girls." He laughed and the familiar sound made my chest hurt. I cried out into nothing. "Be safe." The message ended with a loud beep. There were four voice mails from Jasmine, my very best friend from home. I picked the latest one and listened.

OH MY GOD SERIOUS ARIA YOU LEAVE AND YOU DON'T CONTACT ME AT ALL? No messages, no phone calls. I would have thought you died! I miss you girlfriend and without you here it's been tres lonely. Jason can't even help me being entertained. All he does and whine and talk about you. I'm pretty sure he's in love with you by the way." There was a voice in the background calling Jasmine's name. "That's the rentals, I gotta go. But I swear if you don't call me back I'm going to come up there and drag you back down here. Wait, you'd enjoy that. I'll call you back when I think of something more violent. Love you doll face." Click.