Elysian House: Silver Bullet (2)

Chapter 8: The Unknown

A part of me was terrified. Terrified of going back to that place where everything went wrong in my past life. And in this one. The same place I had stepped in front of the witch and had asked her for the Darkness. In the end, what was an innocent intention, turned into a fight between good and evil. My intentions had been clouded, salted and ruined. All I wanted was to protect my childhood friend from harm, and yet, I had only caused her so much pain and suffering and in the end, much more of it to the rest of the world.

I wasn't naive. I knew that this was my fault. If only I hadn't been an idiot.

On our way to Mary Margaret's hideout, I kept having these dreams. Not memories of Rowan, but of flashbacks. When the Darkness came flooding into the great hall on the day of Elpis Zoe's coronation. When she was swallowed up in the Darkness, and eventually made all of her worst nightmares come to life. I could tell that I was afraid.

Every time I woke up, for some reason, I had this intense urge to search my bag. And whenever I did, I always pulled out the silver gun with the five silver bullets that Winter had given to me before I left for Paris. I think I was paranoid of the wolves coming back. Hunting us down and dragging us back into those tunnels.

Currently, we were in a hotel room. Adelene was asleep on the bed next to mine, and Brandon was beside her, spread eagle, snoring loudly. I rubbed my eyes clean from sleep and turned over to look for Viola. The bed next to me was empty.

I heard a rattle and out of instinct, I reached quickly for Pereus, but froze when I saw Viola's form leaned over her bag on the floor at the end of the bed. She looked up when she heard the bed sheets rustle.

She smiled softly, her short hair was tousled and she had lines under her eyes. But I thought she looked magnificent this way. "You're awake. I'm sorry if I woke you."

"No, it's okay," I look over at the pair sleeping in the bed next to me and then back again. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for another pair of clothes," she grabbed at her blue t-shirt and crinkled her nose. "This was the only thing I wore in the tunnels. So I'm kind of grossed out." She turns her head away and looks at the door leading into the bathroom. "I'm gonna hop in the shower for a bit and try to scrub all of this dirt and blood off me."

"That's probably a good idea," I said staring down at my blood-caked pants. We haven't had time to change at all since we went into the tunnels a few days ago. My hair was greasy and my body was sweaty.

She nods her head slowly as she stares down at where the wound was once sitting. Then she walks over and sits down beside me on the bed. "Do you think they'll follow us?" She asks and then for clarification, adds, "the wolves."

I look down at the floor for a moment or two, contemplating her question, and say, "Probably. We took something valuable to them, I'm sure they're gonna want it back."

"We won't give it to them," she placed her hand around me and looked deeply into my eyes. I nodded my head and stared up at her for a moment longer, just admiring how deep and blue her eyes were. They grew closer and I found myself vanishing in the blue. I couldn't focus on anything else but the color. And then I felt a pressure press against my lips.

I've only kissed Viola once before. But the memory of it was burned into my brain and now I was feeling it again. She was icing the burn she left in my mind and in my heart. And as she pulled away, ever so slowly, I reached up and ran my fingers along her jawline, stroking at her pale skin with my finger tips, and brushing away strands of dark hair from her eyes. To get a better view.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, so only she could hear.

She kissed me again, this time, harder. The pressure on my lips was firm. I could feel her weight against me, her chest pressing into mine. I grasped at her shirt and pulled. I could feel myself tipping backwards onto the bed, when the sheets rustled in the other bed and Brandon groaned in his sleep. We both pulled back and turned to look at him.