Out of the Lamp

Chapter 19: Explained

Creep. Creep. Creep.

That's literally my motivational chant as I creep around the premises of my uni. Opting to move as one with the shadows. Keeping a low profile, slowly does it-

'Alia!'

I jump with fright as a hand clamps down on my shoulder. I know the voice already.

'Jason!' I yelp with surprise.

Dang it.

'Done for the day, hotness?'

I fight the childish pout on my face to a more mature scowl. 'Yes, just on my way home.'

'Why the hurry?' He grins that shitfaced grin at me. 'Weren't we supposed to go out for dinner tonight?'

'I believe that invitation extends to Mathew, and only Mathew.' I grumble.

'Really?' Jason growls in protest. 'That guy again?'

'He's my friend, Jason, what the hell did you expect me to do? Write off every male because you happen to have some creepy clingy shit going on?' I deadpan him as he falls into stride with me.

'Well shit, yeah,' he replies instantly, and when I look at him with confusion, I find his face deadly serious.

Oh boy. Alarm bells begin to ring in my head at his lunacy.

With a heavy hearted sigh, I come to a stand still and face him properly. 'Have you given any thought about your remaining wishes?'

Please let the answer be yes. I pray.

Jason wrinkles his nose endearingly as he tilts his head to the side. The softness of his hair catching my eyes. The colour rich and dark.

I snap out of it as his voice breaks through my thoughts. 'Yes actually,'

My eyes light up with excitement and hope. 'Really?' I ask, almost afraid he's messing with me.

'Yup, and I've decided,' he pauses. The suspense building and almost killing me. 'To wait. Until I'm mature enough to know how to proceed.'

My jaw almost drops to the floor. My hopes crushed under his mocking words. 'You can't be serious.' I whisper to my self really.

Jason pinches my cheek and I flinch away from it with a scowl. 'Deadly.' He replies, a smirk ghosting his lips.

I begin to walk away from him when he grabs hold of my backpack. Making me stumble backwards into him.

'So, what happened last night?' He asks, staring me down.

I fix my straps and throw him a dirty look. 'None of your bees wax.' I snap back childishly.

His lips turn up in a smirk. 'Tsk, don't you know it's a sin to lie?'

I swear to god, as he spoke those words, I felt Daemon's voice enter my head. Having heard him say the same damned thing. Gag.

I'm actually going crazy.

The frequent visits from that freak were beginning to make me go delusional. They were becoming so frequent and impossibly unpredictable. He was popping up everywhere.  At my home, uni, my neighbourhood and even in my head during my tutor meetings. Something had to give, and a nasty feeling told me that there was more to his creepy visits than simple amusements. He hasn't been this frequent in my life in years. Not since we were kids and took the same Supplement Classes at the Immortals Bureau. It was for young children of mixed heritage, a class aimed at educating us in the more tender and political nature of our mixed parentage. It aimed to guide us to our rightful place amongst the Immortals society.