Destined-Drake Chronicles

Part 4

This is a chapter written by Ellie Partridge 

The Drake Chronicles is owned by Alyxander Harvey.

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  "Chapter One," she began, smiling. 

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Solange pov

"Solange"

"I can't believe you were actually going to just leave her there." I grumbled again as Logan pulled into our lane, which was overgrown with hedges. The unnatural glint of unnatural eyes had faded, and there was nothing left but ripe blackberries and crickets in the bushes. Not only was our farm well protected, but it was also surrounded by other family farms, with forest surrounding all of them. Drakes have lived in this area since it was considered wild and dangerous, best left to gunslingers and outlaws. Now it was just home.

But dangerous all the same.

"She was fine," Nicholas said testily. "She was safe as soon as we got you away from her." He only ever called her "she", except to her face, when he called her Lucky because it annoyed her so much.

"I hate you," Lucy said. She was sitting on the couch opposite him, glaring at him as strong as she should. It looked like her eyes were about to pop out. Nicholas put his hands up in surrender.

"Do I look like I care?" he said quizzically.

Lucy tried to get up to punch him, most likely, but Logan restrained her. He looked at Solange to continue reading.

They'd been on each other's nerves since we were kids. There was a family joke that Lucy's first words were "Nicholas is bugging me." I couldn't member ever not knowing her. She'd drawn me out of my shell, even when we were little, though it wasn't until my fifth birthday when Lucy threw a mud ball at Nicholas' head because he stole my chocolate cupcake. We'd learned to ride biked together and liked the same movies and talked all night whenever we had slumber parties.

"She was fine," Nicholas insisted, catching my glare. "Despite being reckless."

"She was trying to help me."

"She's human," he said as if it were a debilitating disease-

"NICHOLAS CHRISTOPHER DRAKE," Lucy yelled. "You were human six frigging months ago, so don't you dare tell me that humans are sickly. Your sister is human."

Her heartbeat was increasing with the anger, and because Nicholas only went through the bloodchange a half year ago, he was still extremely uncontrolled. His eyes darkened and Quinn put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Nick, stop," Quinn said. Quinn knew what Nicholas felt like, as he had only changed 2 years ago. Nicholas relaxed back into the sofa, eyes still wild. "Sol, go."

Solange reluctantly began again,

-as if he wasn't human as well, despite the bloodchange. We aren't undead, like the horror novels say, though we definitely look it during our transformation. That particular stereotype clings so deeply that sometimes it's easier to embrace it. Lucy's mum calls us "differently abled".

"And you're a jerk." I touched his sleeve. "But thanks for coming to get me."

"You're welcome," he muttered. "You know you shouldn't let her talk you into stuff. It never turns out well."