Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9: Bitter Memory

Allen

We walked up to the doorstep. I saw that Sam was biting her lip, and shaking a little.
"Are you okay?" I asked
"Duh, I'm fine," she didn't sound fine.
"Then open the door."
"Hell no, you do it."
"But it's your house. I don't want to get hexed by something."
She looked at me, and I saw that she was about to cry. "Okay," she said, and slowly reached for the door.

That made me change my mind. I softly nudged her hand out of the way and reached for the doorknob. It caught flame and burned my hand, but I didn't let go. It probably wouldn't have hurt Sam, but just stepping into this house seemed to be painful for her.
I broke the knob and forced the door open. I didn't bust it open and make the door swing, I just broke the handle and opened it softly.

I couldn't even see inside yet. It appeared to be completely black. "We won't be able to see anything until we're inside. I let go of the door, my hand red and raw. She took hold of it and healed it instantly. "Let's go inside." She said, and we walked in together.

Donovan

"I'm sick of this. First, Allen disappears, then Danielle does too. Do you think Allen took her?" Both Jamie and Marissa gave me a stupid look. "That's dumb. If he took her, we'd still be able to smell her. And why would he take her I'd they're best friends?"
What Marissa said sort of makes sense, but I don't care. I just want to put the bastard in his place.

"Let's not forget," Jamie interrupted, "That there was a hex on Danielle's mother. Even though Allen has werewolf powers he'd never be able to do that." We were just sitting in the park, and it was almost night. We could go back to the hotel, but Allen could be in danger right now.
Or he could be a very valuable asset to us.

"We need to find him, and gauge how strong he is," Jamie said, speaking like a wise old trainer. Marissa smiled at this.
"He kicked Donovan's ass so he must be at least on our lev-"
"Shut up," I growled. "God, I hate you."
"I didn't ask to be turned by you, you stupid freak."
"Say another word and I'll-"
The ground erupted between us. It knocked us down and pushed them apart. Jamie stood on the mound of dirt, his eyes glowing orange. "I'm getting really tired of you two arguing." He growled.

Allen

Walking into her house was like turning a light on after your eyes have been adjusting to the darkness for hours. I was blinded immediately. Sam had a strong grip on my right hand, so I was forced to use my left arm to shield my eyes.

"Don't move." I heard a female voice say. When my eyes finally adjusted, it wasn't even bright in the house! We were standing in. Short, but wide hallway, with a very high ceiling. I could see the balcony above, and on the ceiling was a glass chandelier speckled with gold dots and zig zags.

The woman that spoke to us was tall. She had brown hair, and the colors of her eye seemed to be constantly changing from gray to completely white. She had brown hair like Samantha, and she wore all black. She had on a black choker, black earrings shaped like broken hearts and long black gloves. I thought she was wearing a dress, but it was a top and a long skirt, and they both had interesting design choices. The cuts and openings on her outfit were very close to being inappropriate, and she had on long fishnet stockings to match.

I take back what I said earlier because as I stared at her up and down, I noticed she had very long heels on. She wasn't as tall as I thought she was.
"Sam, who is this?" Samantha took a deep breath. "This is my younger sister."
"Why does she look older than you?" I whispered.
"Because of all that damn makeup." She said, louder than I would've expected.