The Spirit of Fire

Chapter Five- Friday, January 30th, 2014

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

I groaned and rolled over, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. 'Damn alarm,' I thought, unlocking my phone and shutting the obnoxious alarm off. I glanced at the time as I hauled myself out of bed. '5:25 in the frickin morning.. perfect.' Rushing to be out of here by quarter to six, I quickly got up and got dressed. I pulled on a form fitting, v-neck work dress and a pair of black pumps.

As quietly as possible, I tip-toed downstairs, grabbing my purse from the console table in the upstairs foyer. Once I got down to the living room, I picked up my keys off the coffee table.

'Hmm.. I wonder if Jakob's here.' I looked out the window, expecting to see Jakob's silver Honda Civic, but instead I saw Jeremy's burgundy Chevy Silverado 2500HD parked next to my truck. Leaning against the hood was Jeremy, his arms crossed across his chest.

I frowned as I walked out of the house. Quietly, I closed the front door and walked to my truck.

"Storm, can we-"

I cut Jeremy off. "Keep your filthy paws off me," I hissed. I climbed into the truck, slamming my door shut and ramming the keys into the ignition.

My phone started ringing. Without checking to see who it was, I answered it. "Hello?"

A deep raspy voice answered. "Be careful who you keep in your company."

"Who is this?" My voice remained firm, but I felt fear creep through my bones as I started looking out of the windows of my truck.

"Your friend is in danger, so are you. Do not trust the ones you call 'family'." The phone line went dead.

Now I was confused. 'I understand not trusting Alyxx and Margaret, but why not Walter and Marc? They're like family.'

I guess Jeremy saw my eyes glaze over because before I knew it, he was pulling me out of the driver's seat and laying me across the back seat. Then he hopped in the front seat and started the truck. I grabbed my phone, pulling up my messages with Jakob. I sent him a text, telling him to meet at my family's house.

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After a two hour drive, we finally reached the house. I felt my heart start to race. Only three months ago I was introduced into my family's line of Wiccan. Now I was the only one left in my family lineage, everyone else had been killed off by watchers. Jeremy stopped in front of the house and shut off the truck. He hopped out, opened my door, and held out his hand to me. I climbed out of the truck on my own, pushing his hand out of the way.

"Storm, will you just-" Jeremy started, reaching for my arm.

I whipped around and held out my hands as a warm, fiery light floated inches above them. "Let cruelty, pain, and evil ways, follow this villain through all his days. Reverse the torment he creates, to turn on him a crueler fate." Jeremy dropped to the ground, clutching his head again. "I will not listen to anything that you have to say, Jeremy Alexander. You tried to force yourself onto me, more than once might I add, and I will not let myself go through that again. Jakob will be here, and he will want to slaughter you where you stand. So I suggest that you shut up, stop trying to be all nice, and just pay attention to what happens here tonight."

The fiery light receded and Jeremy let go of his head, just as Jakob's car pulled up. I walked away from Jeremy and headed up to the house. Jakob quickly caught up with me, growling at Jeremy as he passed. I opened the door to the house, walking into the dusty old foyer. Statues of my past relatives stood next to either side of the door frame. A large oriental rug covered most of the black marble floor. I walked in and headed straight upstairs, Jakob and Jeremy followed close behind, muttering insults at each other under their breaths.