My Enemy

Chapter 8

POV - Jayden

I paced impatiently as I waited for Elle to come to the meeting place.

My mind was a jumble of confused thoughts. Why was I here, waiting for my kind's worst enemy? What was I doing here? Interaction between our species was punishable by death, unless in was business based. What the hell did I think I was doing?

My head snapped up, as I smelled her scent. She was coming from the direction of the road. She smelled rather confused and unsure too. Just like me, I thought. The thought discomforted me. I was a werewolf, she a necromancer. We should be nothing alike. 

And yet, we are.

No, you're wrong. A werewolf can never get along with a necromancer.

Then why are you here? Why are you meeting her?

My mental argument was interrupted as Elle walked up the slight hill towards me.

"Finally, you arrived. I was starting to think you ditched me," I said, feeling strange talking to a necromancer so casually.

"Sorry, my parents held me up. They are getting suspicious at my, and I quote, 'unusual tendency of leaving the manor' "

I laughed.

"Well, once we get you a phone, we won't have to worry about that."

"Yeah, instead I'll have to worry about getting grounded for a month for using human technology," she muttered.

"Why would they care?" I asked, confused.

She looked surprised. Oh, that's right. She wouldn't have expected me to hear: Werewolf hearing and all that.

"With necromancers it is looked down on when we use mortal technology like phones, when we could just send a ghost."

"Why?" I asked curiously. It seemed a ridiculous idea to me.

"I don't know. It's just that way."

"Hmmm... Strange"

"Not as strange as turning into a wolf," she said irritably. Then, more calmly, "How do you do that anyway, it's kind of creepy."

"I try hard to stay in one shape, and fail."

She almost looked like she believed me, but gradually it dawned on her that I was making fun of her.

Wow, she must know next to nothing about werewolves. Actually, come to think of it, I don't know anything about necromancers either. Well, apart from the raising the dead part, you'd have to be an idiot to miss that.

"No really," she said, "how do you do it?"

"I don't really know. I just can. It's like breathing, it comes subconsciously."

"Okay" She obviously didn't get it. I can live with that.

"Should we get going, or are we going to stand here all day?"

She shrugged, " Well I'm following you. You seem to be the one with all the ideas."

I rolled my eyes and started walking. She followed.

"Do you really not know your way around here?" It didn't seem possible.

"Why would I?"

"Uh, you know. Going outside, taking a walk, not staying shut inside some dark old mansion."

"That's not how we necromancers live. We don't really do much outside. After all, what's the point of going outside when you could do it all and more in the comfort of your home.”