The Other Side

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Jack's POV

I just stare at him, a blank expression trying to show as little emotion as possible. "Well... Surprises have been proven to calm people down and I saw it in a movie once, and I thought, I'm gonna die anyways so why not?" I suppose that's explanation enough.

But apparently not for Luke because he's staring at me like I'm an alien.

"Look, I know it probably passed a few boundaries, but I just needed to calm you down before you killed anyone. Mallaurie is my friend, she explained this place to me when I first got here, with the whole supernatural thing." Words role off of my tongue, like a storm that finally passes over my mind.

"So, did she tell you what I am?" He asks with hope in his eyes but I don't know which answer he hopes for.

No point in lying now. "Yes, she said you're a vampire, but that doesn't change anything. We are still friends, you still saved me and Mallaurie is still your sister." I really mean it.

"I don't like what I am, how can you just accept it?" He looks at me with his unbelieving eyes, full of shame, like he's a monster.

"Have you ever killed anyone? Like properly, just because you were a vampire?" I try to emphasize 'vampire' to show understanding on my part but it makes him flinch.

"Well, no." He looks down again.

"See..." I start.

But he cuts me off. "But I could, if I wanted to." His eyes seem distant now, like he's seen it happen before.

"But you haven't. You haven't lost who you are in the search for greed or whatever, you're still you. What's bad about that? Trust me, there are humans way worse than you." I chuckle, there's not much humour in it but I need to try and lighten the mood a little.

"Do you think she'll see me now, I mean, I did try to kill her and her..." He chokes on the words. "... mate." I smile at him, he's turned into a big brother now and it's kinda cute.

"Look, I know you and Dillon have some history but I'm sure he'd never hurt her, I mean if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have rescued her." I grab his hand, taking him towards the door. "I'm sure it's not her you'll have to convince."

Walking though the halls of Prinston, I can't help but feel odd. Everything is starting to work out, I mean, Mallaurie is safe, Luke knows about her now and can let go of his guilt, but something doesn't feel right. As we get closer to Dillon's room, which is where I'm sure she is, Jake comes to meet us. He looks with a strange sort of pity at us but still stern and aware at the same time.

"Is she alright?" Luke asks, slight fear in his voice in anticipation of the answer.

"She's fine." Jake replies with a sigh. "But Dillon is still on edge, if you want to see her, he'll be there no matter how much protest there is, his wolf won't let him take full control yet."

Luke stands tall and with confidence, almost formal. "I understand."

He goes forward but I don't follow. "This is something you want to do alone, I can tell and don't worry, I think you should too." I say it with a smile of encouragement because I know he's slightly worried about the damage he's done.

He walks past Jake and before they both leave I can't help but say. "Good luck."

Gabriel's POV

All the Angels are disappointed, it's worse than that but I can not find the words for it, I abandoned my post as her Guard, never have I strayed so far into the darkness of drink and then to not be aware of the presence of Daemons. I'm a despicable Angel, I do not deserve my title but yet I stand here still with it, possibly acting cool and mysteriously possessive wasn't the right approach for the girl, I should have distanced myself from her. However, watching her over all these years, silently protecting her from afar, I cannot help but have deep feelings for her. I've witnessed her grow and rebel, while yet still be as innocent as the day she was created, it sickens me to think that I abandoned her, I do not deserve her, not how I want. I wish only that Our Father was here, he would have given my thoughts direction and meaning, he would have known what to do.

I miss her, she cut off our connection and only she can fix that, she lost her trust in us and we should do something about it before she finds the Daemons for herself. Their lies will confuse her, we could lose her, I would lose her and I don't think I could live with that again. I have to live out the rest of my useless existence remembering that I failed to save her in a time of need, I have no purpose now and all I should do is follow the orders of Michael. However, due the circumstances I have no pleasure in sitting around and doing nothing so I'm going to find her.

There is a sinister feel to the buildings now that most of the students have left. The Principal evacuated the children when she caught wind of what destruction Nicola had brought into the heart of her school, they need not be casualties to the damage. The one's that are left seem unaware of the emptiness but it makes the shadows dance in delight, just waiting to pounce on the light.

Finding Jack shouldn't be hard when the school is so empty, but even with that said, she's avoiding detection.

Jack's POV 

Walking around is almost peaceful, the lingering thoughts of my fate rush through me like hurricane winds and yet the quietness of the school was calming. 

I take a corner and a man is there. I sop in my tracks but I can't help but be curious. 

"Hello?" 

The man turns and I gasp as I see his glowing red eyes. "About time you got here little one. I've been waiting." His calculating voice is alarming and I try to get away but as I do he's in front of me again. "Oh... there's no escaping now I have you. Do you know how long it took to get in here?" 

Trying to talk is useless. My voice is gone, I can't move my legs, all I can do is stand here and take whatever this creature is gonna give me. 

"Don't worry little one, I'm not going to hurt you, you're a guest where we're going." 

With that a hole in the pavement starts to form, a portal maybe? 

"Jack!" Is all I hear as the creature pushes me down the hole, leaving Michael's voice in the far distance.


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