finding your LIGHT

Chapter 10

I walked around the tree to find Dylan already waiting there for me, smirking. "So, which one do you guard?"

I blinked twice, taken aback. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, knowing that a slight bit of fear slipped into my voice, but I really didn't care anymore. Although I couldn't see that treacherous steak anymore, I could still sense it.

He chuckled lightly. "Sorry, you don't have to be afraid. I'm a vampire slayer. I know about angels like yourself. Just as I do werewolves and demons. I just mean, they found you out of nowhere, you were immediately accepted into their family, and you're going somewhere for who knows how long in just a few days. It's obvious you're a guardian angel. I just wanted to know who you're guarding."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. Until now, I didn't know it was possible to be so relieved. But as his question starting to actually make sense in my brain, my nervousness returned. I looked at the ground. "Actually, um, I'm not old enough to be a guardian. They really did save me in the woods. I was... attacked. Both my little sister and I, I should say. She... didn't make it."

He looked into my weird combination of hazel and green eyes, sympathy shining in his deep brown ones. "I-I didn't know. I, uh, just assumed-"

"It's O.K.," I said, cutting him off. "How could you have known?"

He gave a weak smile. "So, are we cool?"

I returned his smile, but with one more full. "Yeah." He held his hand out, and naturally, I shook it. Big mistake. Somehow, as I shook his hand, one of my fingers found his wrist, his pulse. I inhaled a whiff of his blood as it rushed through his veins. It was maddening. I pulled back quickly, but as soon as I did, the scent was gone, and so was my hunger. Freaky...

Dylan began to walk back out from behind the tree, and I followed, dragging October behind me. A soon as I became visible to Michel instead of just Dylan, Michel relaxed and began to smile at Dylan, putting on his little human father act. "Well well well, what was that all about?" Michel asked as soon as Dylan came into earshot. I could have heard him whispering from behind that hulking oak tree.

"Nothing much," Dylan replied, all awkwardness from five seconds ago gone. "I just had a private question for Lela."

Cy quirked one eyebrow up. "Did that question have to do with dating? He asked.

Dylan wrinkled his nose. "Gross, dude. I just met her."

I chuckled, looking at the ground, and then looked at the three of them. "I'm going to go put October back in the barn and feed her.

"I'll come with you." Michel said, question written all over him. I shrugged.

"We'll be in my room," Cy said, leading Michel upstairs. When Cy wasn't looking, Dylan turned around and winked at me. Then he turned back around, following Cy through the door and into the house.

As soon as he was gone, Michel asked, "What the HELL was THAT?" He flashed his fangs while he spoke, outraged at nothing and no one in particular.

"I don't know," I replied honestly, rolling my eyes and leading October yet again. "It's not like I planed it. How was I supposed to know he was a slayer when you wouldn't even tell Cy or I? You thought yourself that it was hard enough for his stupid device to mark you human, so what if it had marked me vampire? You could have gotten me killed!"

Michel was quiet for a minute longer, and then said, "You were in my head?!"

I groaned, needing alone time. I flipped him off, continuing to walk towards the barn. Suddenly, Michel appeared in front of me, his long pointer finger poking into my chest. "Listen to me. Stay out of my head, and out of my choices, because there all for your own good. And loose that frigging attitude!"

I glared at him, my fangs shooting from my gums in anger. I didn't bother to hide them as I yelled back at him, "Don't tell me what to do! And look where listening to you got me! Or rather, where not listening to you got me! You should have told me about what Dylan was so I could have been prepared! Why do you even care? UGH!"

I bared my fangs as I walked away with October, outraged. Right before I reached the barn, I heard Michel mutter, "I told you the answer to that yesterday."

I frowned, but all my doubts and anger disappeared as I entered the barn. The scent of hay and grain filled my nostrils, giving me the illusion I was back at home with Amy while our aunt and uncle were at work. Smiling, I closed my eyes. Yup, I could completely imagine it. I stayed quiet for a long time, listening to the birds outside and the wind in the trees. I felt like if I opened my eyes, Amy would be standing next to me in our ratty old red barn. But I knew better. I opened my eyes and brought October to her stall. I had taken off Octobers tack and bridle and was filling her water bucket by the time Michel walked in.

He leaned against the wall, staring at the ground. "What do you want?" I asked, shutting the tap off and bringing the water over to October.

Michel looked up at me. "I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry I keep acting like a dick. I just don't want you to get hurt."

I hesitated or a moment, then sighed. "It's alright. I can understand why you wouldn't tell Cy. They don't need to know that they're mortal enemies. I just wish you could have told me sooner I that I had to think of pure, angel-like thoughts."

Michel ruffled his brow. "That worked for you? Just thinking of your good side?" I nodded. "Huh. I wish I could have figured that out last year when Dylan turned fourteen." I couldn't hold back a small chuckle. Full-blood slayers are told about their fate when they turn fourteen. From then on, they train. The next thing I couldn't hold back was a shiver.

"By the way," Michel added, "How are you holding up? With him being human and all."

I shrugged. "Mostly fine."

He raised his eyebrows. "Mostly?"

I sighed again. "Yeah. It was weird. We shook hands, and well, you know. But as soon as I pulled back, the feeling was gone."

He nodded thoughtfully, his dirty blonde hair (That looked remarkably like mine,) momentarily hanging in his eyes like a curtain. "That makes sense." He said after a little while. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, silently telling him to explain. "Well, the feeling comes differently, depending on the vampire or half-blood. For some, it's always there, taunting them. But for others, as yourself, it only happens with contact. That is, as long as they weren't starved or shown blood up close. Then it's worse than it could ever get."

I mulled over this for moment, then said, "O.K, so the whole point in this conversation was to always be careful with everything?"

"Yup, pretty much."

I laughed. "Nice."

"Hey, I think Mr. slayer inside the house might start wondering what we're talking about. We should get back inside."

I held up my finger up in a one-second position, finished filling Octobers grain bucket, and followed Michel outside.

Dylan went home after a few hours, and right after he left, Cy Michel and I all sat down on the couch and started watching old Dracula movies. At first I didn't think I would like it, but once I stopped spacing out and actually started watching, I couldn't help but laugh at how much they got wrong. And I was defiantly glad to see Cy and Michel laughing along. We laughed and laughed, them letting me savor this moment while in the back of my mind, I figured out from their thoughts that they were sending me to training tomorrow.

Srry this chapter was kind of short and took a while to come out but first I had homework and then my friend came over and blah blah blah. :p. But I hope u guys liked! Pls vote so I can get higher on the charts!!! (But only if u liked.)