The Necromancer and His Fire: An Enolive Fanfiction

Chapter 8

Olive's perspective:
It was a week or so after that night full of laughter, and Enoch seemed in a bit of a better mood. Him and I worked on his soldiers every day, and every day, he seemed to grow less and less crabby, at least, towards me. We had also gotten another new peculiar, a girl my age named Emma. Her peculiarity was air, so she had to wear lead shoes all the time. Emma and I became friends soon after she arrived, and whenever I wasn't with Enoch, I was usually with Emma or Victor. I got up at my regular time, and when I got downstairs for breakfast, I was surprised to see Enoch and Victor in deep conversation. Enoch had shifted from his usual seat to my usual seat, so he could sit beside Victor to talk to him. I quietly sat down in Enoch's seat, given the fact that he was in mine. It was strangely intimidating to be sitting at the end of the table. I ate quickly and went back upstairs to my bedroom. It wasn't long before there was a knock on my door. Before I had the chance to get up, nevermind answer it, Emma bursts into my room. "Did you notice Enoch and Victor talking? What gave him such a change of heart?" Emma said, sitting beside me on my bed. "I don't know, I was a bit confused too." We talked about why Enoch might have decided to try being friendly to Victor, but neither one of us could come up with a reasonable explanation, other than we accidentally travelled into a parallel universe where Enoch was a lot nicer and, apparently, sat in my seat at the table. We started giggling when I came up with that. Enoch randomly walked in and sat on my other side. "What are you two laughing about?" He asked, confused. "Oh, we were just wondering why you were being so nice to Victor." Emma replied. "I thought I'd give him a chance, if that's alright with you." Enoch said sarcastically. "What she meant was, we were wondering why you decided to change your attitude." I said quietly in his ear. He nodded and asked me, "Is it alright if Victor comes by later, just to see my peculiarity?" He mumbled quietly. "Sure." I replied. He left the room and closed the door behind him. "You spend a lot of time with him." Emma observed. I nodded. "What exactly do you do?" She asked curiously. "He likes to use his peculiarity, and I pass him his tools." I replied. "That's it? I was thinking more like make-out sessions or something..." My mouth fell open at that point. "Oh my gosh Emma! No way! Never!" I exclaimed. "Are you sure? You look like you really like him..." Emma started. "Shut up!" I shrieked. I playfully slapped her arm, and she dramatically fell to the floor. Then, Enoch came bursting in, and Emma immediately got back on the bed. "You two having a party in here or something?" He asked sarcastically. "No. Just talking." Emma said confidently. Good thing she has my back. I thought to myself. But as I looked at her, I realized she was grinning like a fool. Enoch noticed this and raised an eyebrow in suspicion. He left, Emma squealed, then Horace came to investigate.
Horace's perspective:
I heard a muffled bang, Enoch's sarcastic voice, and a girly squeal all coming from one of the girls' rooms, and couldn't help but check it out. I know the Bird would be livid if Enoch punched one of them or something of the sort. I went down the hall and saw Enoch with his hand on his doorknob, about to enter his bedroom. "What's going on in there?" I asked him quietly. "They said they were just talking. I didn't do anything, Horace." Enoch replied defensively. I opened the door. Emma and Olive were sitting on the bed, both of them visibly blushing. Emma was faintly giggling, just enough to hear. "Keep it down. The Bird will think you've been murdered!" I exclaimed. Emma's giggling got louder for a few seconds, and Olive joined her, then they calmed down again. "We'll try to stay quiet." Olive mumbled simply. I left, closing the door behind me. Enoch was still in the hall, listening in on us.
Enoch's perspective:
I don't know what those girls were doing in there, but both Olive and Emma had been acting quite strange towards me afterwards. Emma always giggled and elbowed Olive when I entered a room. Olive would blush and smile at the ground whenever I talked to her. I had started to become 'friends' with this Victor. I had showed him my peculiarity in my room, and he wasn't even the least bit scared. Im still not sure what to think about that. On one hand, it's nice for someone other than Olive to not be scared of me, but on the other hand, Victor should be intimidated by me. The fact that he sees me as his equal is unnerving. He's going to steal my Olive from me. I need to be careful. But I know in my heart that she isn't mine, and never will be. She'll fall in love with with Victor. I lost my chance, and I'm not getting another one. I was pulled out of my thoughts by a soft, delicate knock on the door. Olive. She entered without waiting for me to invite her in. "Good afternoon, Enoch!" She chirped happily while striding over to me. I gave her a glare to let her know that I wasn't in the mood. "What's wrong?" She asked, sounding concerned, while sitting on the edge of my bed. "None of your business, and get out of my room!" I said, louder and harsher than I had intended to. I expected her to sniffle or cry and leave, but she stood directly in front of my desk with her arms akimbo. Her face was nearly as red as her hair, and she was clearly hurt, but I couldn't bring myself to feel bad. It was her fault. "I've been nothing but kind to you ever since I came, and all I've gotten back from you is snappy sarcasm, and I really don't think that I deserve that, Enoch!" She sounded both livid and as if she was scolding a child. That irritated me further. "You have no right or reason to be kind to me! I wish you'd just leave me alone! I wish you never even came to the Children's Home!!!" I yelled angrily, knowing that it wasn't true. It was actually the opposite. I never wanted her to leave me alone. Her coming to the Children's Home was possibly the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I looked up at her coldly. She looked at the wall, not looking me in the eye, knowing there were tears in her eyes. "I've done nothing but love you, Enoch O'Connor, and you've done nothing but hate me." She whispered, barely audible. I had to strain to hear it through her sadness. She folded her hands behind her back and left. Her door was locked. I heard sobs from inside.