The Phoenix's Mark Book 1: Dogs of War

Chapter 7

As I walked through the halls this morning, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Sarah. She was as beautiful as ever. I was extremely surprised when she didn't recognize me after meeting me, the other day. I couldn't take her not remembering me. I wanted so badly to run to her, throw my arms around her and kiss her more deeply and passionately than I've ever kissed anybody in all of my lives, combined. As I approached her, my heart was almost torn at the amount of distress she was emitting. It was radiating from her like a nuclear reactor. I began talking to her, hoping to calm her troubles in any way that I can.

"And how long have you known me?" she demanded. She crossed her arms over her chest and pushed her hip to the side as she always had done when she was angry. It took all of my control not to tell her that we've been together for four lifetimes, always being able to find each other again. My heart ached at her not remembering me. I again fought off the urge to kiss her. I managed myself to say, "Never mind, that's not important. What's important is that you're upset." I noticed that she was avoiding the topic like she always does when she doesn't want to talk about something. I quickly added, "And it must be pretty bad if you keep avoiding it. So why don't you just tell me what's bothering you?"

"Because I barely know you." She practically screamed the words. I, again, wanted to throw my arms around her and kiss her so passionately that she realizes how close we actually are. To show her how well we know each other. To tell her everything about herself that nobody but her true soul-mate would understand.

"Somebody you just met could be a better friend than somebody you've known your entire lifetime." I didn't know where the words came from. It was something my mother once told me, but I hadn't thought about saying it, I just did. The words made me think of my mother. They made me remember her horrible death. Anger boiled inside of me as I felt my body wash over with sadness. I looked at her. She was staring into my eyes. I could tell by her face that she could see my agony. I quickly shook the thoughts from my head and changed the topic. "We should get to class," I informed her. I grabbed her by the arm and lead her down the hall before she had time to object.

I didn't even notice her boyfriend standing by the door until he stepped in front of us to deny us entrance. He didn't even seam to notice me. He apologized for something he did last night. That's when I understood. He was the reason she was so upset. He made her sad, and now he had to pay.

"I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to see me anymore, but can we at least talk about it?" He reached to place his hand on her shoulder. He didn't have the right to touch her. Before I could stop myself, I whipped my arm forward, grasping his wrist tightly, before he made contact with her shoulder.

"You touch her again, and you'll lose that hand," I threatened. My voice was so low, that it was little more than a growl. He wrenched his arm free from my grasp and stared harshly at me.

"This has nothing to do with you. Its between me and her. I advise you to walk away before something happens," he threatened.

I could only chuckle at his attempt to threaten me. I could easily vaporise him if I wanted to. I took a step closer to him, still smiling at his non-threatening attempt at a threat.

"What's funny? You don't think I could?" he demanded, keeping a stern face. I could tell he was angered and slightly intimidated. I could hear his heart begin to thump in his chest.

"Stop it, guys," Sarah interjected. "Both of you."

I stepped down, not wanting to upset her. "Come on, class is about to start," I said, pulling her past him into the room. She stopped and turned before we reached our seats.

"Oh, and in case you haven't realized, we're through," she told him before turning. All eyes were on the three of us as we entered the room. I couldn't help but smile as I took my seat. My smile quickly faded when I realised that Greg sat next to her. She stood and said something to the teacher. He nodded. She turned around and took her seat again, smiling. I was glad to see her glowing, once again.

A few minutes after the bell rang, the teacher announced that he was renewing the seating chart affective tomorrow. This, of course, caused groans to erupt around the room. I turned to Sarah, who was smiling brightly at me. I couldn't help but smile back. This was deffinately the woman I knew. Not one thing has changed about her.