Fovever Bound - The Promise Trilogy, Book 3 (WILL BE REWRITTEN)

Chapter 2

“Whaaaaaaaaa!” Strong arms surround me.

“What happened?” My brother asks.

“I-I t-tripped and hurt my knee.” I cry.

Jason sticks a Band-Aid upon my knee. “Better?”
I nod. He embraces me and carries me home. 

I sit up abruptly, breathing heavily. These memories had been plaguing my dreams every night since Jason confessed his visions. They’ve started to frighten me. Their message is unclear and I have a feeling they’re tied to my brother’s dreams. 

These particular memories are from when I was five, having fallen over while playing tag with Jason. It was sad, reminding me of a time when the supernatural was make-believe and I was free to do anything. 

I sigh. What was I to do? How am I to decode it to make any sense?

“What does it mean?” I bury my head in my hands.

“It seems to be a warning.” Maveric unveils his hiding place in the shadows. I growl, annoyed that he had privied into my business. “Don’t mind me. I just happened to be standing here and I saw what you did.”
“How do you know what I was thinking?”

“You’ve gotta be more guarded then that.” Groaning I flop backwards onto my mattress. He’s right I should’ve guarded my mind better. Vampires can read minds. What if he had been an enemy and I had been thinking of different things?   

“What’s going on here?” My brother – half asleep – pops his head in. he spots Maveric leaning on my Chester draws. “What are you doing here?”

His friend pus his hands up in self-defence. “I woke up here. And your sister had nothing to do with it.”

Jason grunts. Our companion leaves. My brother looks questionably at me. I shake my head; I’ll tell him in the morning. He returns to his room, leaving me to muse over tonight.

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“Ok so we have 2 dreams/visions to scrutinize. Jason can you describe what you felt or saw?” Crosona Maveric went into business mode. I sometimes wonder how one person can have so many personalities. First he’s the joker, then the friend, shadow, nerd, and dumb-ass and – like right now – deputy/business.Once he had learned that Jason had a vision and I had begun having dreams replaying memories in some unknown message, he had called us into Jason’s office to work out the connection between them.

 My brother’s eyes congregate a distant look as he remembers what happened. “It was white and I couldn’t see anything except that. It was like being in a hospital room. I could hear metal on metal and the screams of people I couldn’t see. It smelt like death, sorrow, anger and hatred. I felt lost to some unknown emotion. Pictures started to flash before me. Empty, lifeless eyes; accusing faces, Bonjovi with a look of triumph and murder,” Jason practically spat that description out before his expression changed to sorrow and hopelessness like someone had just broken his heart. “And you Amy, you looked like you wanted to kill yourself then your eyes turned red and I saw you fighting Bonjovi and then him provoking you to do something, tripping you and plunging his sword into your heart. You fell next to someone and grabbed their hand.”

He comes back to the present with tears fighting to come out. I sift my chair over to him and give him a supportive hug, looking over to Maveric as he clears his throat.

“The confusing thing about that is that you never actually do something like that unless you’ve lost something dear, or so I’ve heard.” He addresses me. Jason must’ve told him a bit about me some time ago. “You’re dreams? What are they like?”

Shrugging I answer: “Just times when Jas and I were children. They’re of good times, never bad.”

Tapping his chin the Crosona gets up and paces the width of the room. After mumbling some unheard nonsense, his head pricks up as he makes a discovery. Turning to us he opens his mouth in disbelief.

“If you’ve got something to say, do it already.” I command. Even if he’s the second in command I still hold authority over him.

“Jason had a vision of a war and you dying. You have dreams of times of your childhood. You’re both dear to each other.”
Releasing Jason I stand up and move in front of Maveric. “You’re saying that…”

“Yes. There’s a war coming and it’s going to be between us vampires – Rasoon and Sealth.”

Jason joins at this mention.

“You guys are saying that there’s going to be another war based on the same fact as The Beginning.” We nod and the grief of our findings settles in. before anyone can speak again, a knocking disturbs our conversation.

“What now?” Jason huffs. He throws open the door. “You better have a good reason to interrupt me, Conner.”
Maveric and I look over his shoulder. The lanky messenger fumbles his hands. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps like he’d just run a thousand metres. The opal clothing he wore was ruffled and creased. A piece of paper hangs out of his back pocket. I push my brother aside.

“Sorry about that” I apologise for Jason’s behaviour. “Is there a problem?”

Conner’s Adams Apple bobs as he replies, “Yes. Ravi Bonjovi has asked me to deliver this.”
Grabbing the note he presents, I unfold it. My eyes narrow with confusion; then widen as the entry explains itself.

“What’s the matter?” Maveric asks. Everyone’s faces dimish to grief as I relay the news.

“The Sealth’s declare war.”