The Collision

Chapter Twelve: To tell or not to Tell

Lucy's POV

I consider myself human. A witch doesn't change. My heart does not stop when I'm given my powers. My blood still rushes through my veins and I still feel pain. I am human, and humans make mistakes. I have emotions. I feel, I love, and I think.

Emotions make us human. Denying them make us beasts. I am not a beast, and I'll never be one. I know that I have to tell the coven about Lauren. But I can't. Something in me harshly tells me not to, but if I don't tell the coven about Lauren being human, I'll be shun from the coven and if I'm lucky, I wouldn't get killed.

On the other hand, Lauren is clueless about her past. The only reason my coven wants her dead is only because she had killed a few witches while she fed from themselves few years back. I looked at the girl to my left, and knew that I had to protect her, even if it meant loosing my life.

"Staring is rude, you know." Lauren's raspy voice ran through my ears. Her attention remained in the canvass inform of her. The small paint brush was perfectly positioned between her middle, index, and thumb. I smiled.

"It's hard not to stare." She turned to me with a raised eyebrow. Lauren rolled her eyes. I smirked at her and turned back to my blank canvass. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do for this assignment. The task was to simply draw, paint. Or sketch something meaningful to you.

I got up and walked towards the resource table. There were all kinds of paints, pastels, crayons, pencils and pens that the students could use for class work and homework. I settled for black watercolor and black and green acrylic paints. I took the objects back to my seat and placed them on the small desk provided to me. I then walked back and returned with a small cup of water.

With the black watercolor I began making a a mountain—with what I tried my best to look like a cave in the center. When that began to dry I took a thin paint brush and began applying rock like details on the mountain and outlining the cave lightly. I made a moon, and with the watercolor once again I did my best to make a dark night sky. I washed the thin brush and began making thin pine trees along the sides of the cave.

"Why did you choose to make this?" A deep voice asked. I turned my head around to meet the eyes of the old man I had to call professor.

"It's a memory." I simply said. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "A memory of the the place I met someone I have to protect." The old man's eyebrows furrowed, but he said nothing. Instead he walked over to Lauren.

"A castle?" My attention immediately went to the painting.

"Yeah, I've been having recurring dreams about it, and I don't know, my hand took over and began making this." The Professor said nothing.

"I like it. Continue." He walked away and began judging other student's art work.

"Teacher's pet." I said jokingly.

"Says the one who made a cave." Lauren smirked at me, I laughed. "I don't think I got you name?" I smiled.

"I'm Lucy," I told her.

"Lucy." She let my name roll on her tongue. "What are you doing after class?" Was she asking me out?

"Nothing really, why?" I said and Lauren looked back at her canvass.

"I heard they opened a new ice cream parlor, a few blocks away from campus, maybe you want to come with me?" I chewed nervously on my lip.

"Of course."

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Chris' POV

I watched from my car as Lauren exited the college campus. Ever since we returned home I had made it my job to look after her, making sure that if one of the supernatural creatures that were after her found her, I would be ready to attack. I heard her laugh, and wait outside the campus gate. I waited intently. My eyes widened and I felt all the blood drain from my heart and travel to my stomach. The painful and terrifying feeling began to pounce in me. I reached into my jacket pocket and removed my cellphone rapidly. I opened the contact application and tapped on Ally's contact.

"Hello?"

"Lucy found Lauren." I heard as the cellphone line died.