Dark Blood

Chapter one: Unwanted Guests

Please read the prologue again.
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Two years later.

Be careful of what holds your past. Your truth lies in your darkest days ahead.

Rachel Morgan shook her head slightly as those words echoed in her head like a mantra, slowly repeating itself again and again until that was everything that she could think of. She tried to think of a meaning to the psychic words but all she got was a blank page of confusion. She never delved deeper or explained what they meant. Her mouth only ran with words and her eyes, wide as saucers as she connected deeper to whatever was her source.
For as long as she can remember, her life had been really vague, indistinct, something that she could not have a clear meaning of but she had learned to live with it. Constantly hearing things that seemed unclear to her but these words spoken to her by someone she deemed as crazy was by far the most unclear thing she ever heard.

Even as she stepped out of the dark lit room of the small old bungalow whose paint had began to peel of the cream colored walls, Rachel still didn't understand a small portion of anything that psychic had spoken to her.
Her head was already a jumbled mess before then and now her stomach couldn't stop fluttering like it's been attacked by a jungle of butterflies, but not the good kind. She hadn't even pieced herself together, or gotten total control of herself when she had the most strangest thing ever thrown at her all in the name of living a little.

Sighing, she pushed her red ginger hair that had covered her left eye to the side of her face. Pushing the words of the psychic to the back of her mind
"Come on Rach," Gemma Evans broke the silence, rolling her eyes at Rachel as they walked side by side, "You know what that woman said is not true."
Rachel scoffed and whipped her head to her best friend of a year. "I'm not thinking about that. I don't believe her anyways"
" You sure you're ok?"
Rachel glanced at her friend before taking the passenger's seat of Gemma's small BMW, leaning her head on the headboard as Gemma took the driver's seat. "Of course I am. I mean she's a psychic, she's crazy."

Rachel swallowed. Her own words of encouragement weren't even that encouraging to her, not in the slightest instead it seems to have excite her more causing her to replay the scene of her visit to the psychic. Rachel had never been one to read too much into things unless it fully concerns her. But, then again, she was never one to pick one sunny afternoon and run to a psychic house all in the name of fun. She could have been home, tucked under her blanket with her pillow and binge watching family drama tv shows like she had always planned her weekends but instead she had to worry about herself and a certain crazy woman.
The thought alone caused her to groan loudly, making Gemma's lips to turn up in a mocking smile, sneaking a glance at her best friend.

" Hey, don't think about it. This was suppose to be fun, remember?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I'm thinking of a totally different thing that has nothing to do with what you're thinking."

Gemma shook her head as she turned to Rachel's street. Trust Rachel to never admit to something that is totally obvious or bothering her. Since she met her, half a year ago, she had always been strong headed, always fighting to pass her point across and sometimes Gemma thinks that attitude would break her but that didn't stop Gemma from teasing her then and now.

Rachel sat back, turning her head to the window. She hated how she felt concerned and disturbed when there was actually nothing to worry about. She's a psychic, psychics are crazy and she shouldn't believe them. She shouldn't take whatever she said seriously, hell she shouldn't even be thinking about it. As Gemma said, this was just for fun, this was her idea of living a little since all that concerned her was school and her work at Sharks Tunnel. She had agreed to this, She had allowed Gemma to drag her into that old house so why was she making a big deal out of something that is not even important and why was she reading to much into something so insignificant. But still, each time she tried to push it down her mind it claws back up frustrating her the more. She didn't want those thoughts occupying her mind. They were useless, insignificant and silly. They didn't mean anything but it doesn't feel that way.