Wish Upon A Star

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II wasn't sure if I should go into the alley, Gertinald still gave me the creeps, and I also saw a shadow in the trees. Somehow, I managed to get in to the thinking that it was a good thing the person was here. I don't know why, or what made me think it, but I was right.

As I turned into the alley, these two dark black figures closed on the other side of the alley, blocking the outside light. Gertinald came in the alley behind me. Maybe I was the target? Wait, where's Nate, and why am I here? Questions swarmed in my head. I saw the shadow move in the trees. Still, the shadow felt like a friend, not a friend.

Then, he showed himself. Elijah ran out of the trees, turned, then slashed at Gertinald.

"Elijah! What are you doing here?" I asked him in great surprise. I didn't think he'd come, or heard my silent message.

"You called me out, remember?"

"Yeah, but like an hour ago."

"Yeah, and I've been waiting here for like half an hour. Who am I slashing at?"

"Him? Oh, that's Gertinald. He's the one who tuned me." I replied to his question.

"So why am I the one tackling this guy?" He asked me, I didn't know why he was, which was weird.

"I don't know why you are?" I challenged him.

"I don't know! Okay, fine! I'll get off him." As soon as he got off, I had to run hard. Why, you may ask. It was all because once Elijah loosened his grip, Gertinald slashed right past him and straight toward me. Boy, was I in some serious furry problem.

"Elizabeth, he blocked your mind signal. He was messing with your brain. That's why you didn't get my reply, did you." He told me as we were running away. 

We were going to circle the city twice, then head home. That way, Gertinald will never find us. We had agreed that we'd look for Nathan in the morning, in the light. 

"What reply? You never replied to me!" I told him.

"Oh yes I did. See, that's my point. He was blocking your thoughts from mine. He was going to do something to you, but I don't know what. I had a very bad feeling about him when I first saw him when you two were walking towards the alleyway." He had a bad feeling about him? What? Was that a double meaning I detected, or just my nerves talking?

"You had a bad feeling? What do you mean?" I asked him out of my curiosity.

He hesitated, trying to find out what to say, I guess. Then he spoke about a minute later. "I don't know, he just didn't seem like he was very nice." Still, I detected a double meaning in those words. Why was I sensing a double meaning?

"Okay..." I said, still wondering what his other meanings behind those chosen words were. 

It was still dark, pitch black, actually. There were barely any street lights, but in the town the size of Siloam Springs, you don't exactly need them because no one drove out this late at night. 

"Alright, this is the last straw. Tell your sister now about you being a werewolf. When we get back to the house, wake her up and tell her. I don't care what it will cost you or me or her in the future, but she still needs to know. Your brother's is missing. Tell her." I told him. He really needed to tell her.

I knew from the beginning that I needed to tell my sister, but convinced myself not to. She was too young, and she still had no idea how painful it would be to become one. She wanted to be one too. If I told her, she'd probably beg me to change her, and I'm not going to risk that.

"I know. Don't remind me. It's just that..." I hesitated, trying to figure out how to put it in words that she'd understand. "She'd ask me to transfer herself into a werewolf. I can't risk that." I hoped that she'd understand that. She did.