Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 7: Lied

Danielle

"I have her. She's not going anywhere." My arms and feet had been tied up. The mysterious man had blindfolded me, knocked me out, and apparently dragged me to another house. The floor was hard and cold. So cold it was making my face burn. I was scared, helpless, and I didn't know what to do.

What had happened to my family? Were they gone before this man came, or... No, I didn't want to think about it. He kicked me in my back, hard. "Tell me your name." He demanded. I stayed silent, almost too scared to speak. "Tell me, and I'll tell you what happened to your siblings." So something did happen to them! I started crying, but I spoke.

"My name... Is Julia." There's no way he could tell I was lying, especially since I was crying. "Well, Julia, I put a little hex on your brother and sister. They are still home, asleep in their little rooms, unaware that anything is amiss. They'll be that way till your parents get home. After that, the hex will spread to them and they'll forget you. At least, for a little while."

Allen

"I want a full explanation before I agree to help you," I told the bargirl. "First, what's your name?"
"Samantha." She told me without hesitation.
"I'll try to tell you quickly because we really need to hurry. I come from a rich family... Sort of. My family knows lots of magic, and our whole lives have been surrounded by everything we wanted. But it's all a facade."

Samantha's face got serious. "Using magic for wealth and power puts a curse on you and your entire family. My family is so greedy, they've been doing it for the past nine generations."
"Damn," I said. Samantha smiled, probably because I looked so surprised. "Exactly. And the curse is so strong, that it's going to start killing us. Them." She corrected herself as if she's figured out how to escape it.

"My father died a few months ago from the curse. But before he died, I was taken out of his will, so I can't receive my inheritance."
After hearing that, she sounded just as selfish as her family is. "So this whole trip is just to claim what you think is rightfully yours?" Samantha looked around the bar, and turned around, irritated. "No. To break the curse, I have to go home, and find the one genuine thing that our family did not use magic to get."

"Will that be hard?"

She laughed, and the bartender looked over again. "The house and almost everything in it besides us was created instantaneously."
"Sounds like it'll take a while."
"It won't because I have an idea of what it might be."
"But what if you're wrong?"

"Then I'll burn the house down. Whatever's still shining through all the fake crap will break the curse, If it had no magical qualities the type of spell I use won't hurt it.

It seems like she thought this through. "But what do you need my protection for?"
"I'm not welcome back home, obviously. They hate me because I didn't want to fall in love just for power and because I ran from them. They'll try to kill me, so I need a big, tough, strong man to protect me." She tried to use a seductive voice in the last sentence, like some horny damsel in distress.

"What's in it for me?" I asked. "I'll help you find Jacob."
"How the hell do you know Jacob anyway?" I demanded. "I read your mind, but only a little bit," she said it quickly, clearly scared that might anger me. "I knew that your friend was missing, and I thought you might want my tracking skills to help find him."