The Sorrows of Midnight

Chapter Seven

Chapter SEVEN

I lived in a big four bedroom house that was as far from my mom as I could get without leaving the city. It was on the outskirts of town, and I loved it. There wasn't as many people out here, so I didn't have to keep my shields up all the time. It was a relief not to be worried about slipping into someone else's head.

The wards crackled and popped, moving in restless lines as I pulled my bug into the garage. I frowned at the wards as I climbed out, watching as the garage door shut slowly the metallic rattle loud in the still night. The wards weren't usually this bright or visible. I looked around suspiciously, not liking the way the wards were acting. Someone had been far to close to my house, someone who didn't have friendly intentions.

I sighed, fighting the swirling feeling that was trying to sweep me off my feet. I jumped, the hair on the back of my neck prickling as the phone screamed again. What the hell? Who would be calling me on my home number? I didn't know, but it sounded important with the way it was screaming at me. I darted for the door, pressing my fingers onto the finger print scanner. Nobody ever calls my home number, but for my mother who doesn't trust cellphones or any kind of technology. But this couldn't be my mother, the hospital had her in bed by eight every night.

The finger scanner beeped, and the door clicked open. I threw it the rest of the way open and ran down the hall, sliding on my hardwood floors. I grabbed the wall and pulled my self into the living room, just as the answering machine kicked on.

"Hello? Are you there?" I gasped out, my leg sending sharp, tear prickling pain through me. Crap, I hope I didn't rip the stiches out. That would just be my luck.

"Eliza?" Tristan's voice crackled through the phone, all the hair on my body standing on end as a chill worked its way through me. Something was wrong.

"What happened?" I asked, leaning against the couch and pulling my pants leg back to look at my stiches. They were still together, but the wound was an angry red color and there was a deep purple around the whole wound. How hard did he hit me with that fucking knife? It was already bruising.

But everything aside, I didn't like the fact Tristan was calling on my home phone. He hasn't ever done this before, so he either didn't trust cellphones at the moment or he knew something he wasn't telling me.

"It's not worth talking about but I need to ask a favor," he said, that odd and worrying tone still threading its way tough his voice. He paused and pulled in a deep breath, and I could hear someone talking quickly, like they were trying to get all the information out for other people to hear. But I couldn't make out what that person was saying, even my hearing had a limit.

"Well, what happened?" I prompted, throwing the couch a longing glance but I knew if I laid down, I wouldn't be getting back up for a while and I needed a shower before I could crash. He sighed, and snapped something to the person talking in the background before the crackling got worse for a moment and then cleared again.

"They need a place to hide out. Can they stay with you?" he asked, letting out a frustrated breath as I pulled in a breath. "We got attacked, Eliza. None of us were hurt but its got us all on the edge. And I don't think they were after us."

"What? You think they were after me?" I asked, puzzled. Or. . . maybe this had something to do with that witch attacking me earlier tonight. That would be the best thing I could put together off the top of my head.

"Have you checked to make sure you're not being watched?" he asked, the confusion and anger making his voice harsh. He words sent an electric shock through me, and I pulled in a deep mind clearing breath before narrowing my eyes. My wards. I knew somebody had been close. I slowly pushed out of my body, floating up through my house searching for anything out of place. All I could feel was my self and hints of Milo, the stay cat that sometimes came by for food and a good petting. Nobody had been in my house but I knew that. They couldn't come into my house if they had even the smallest intent of hurting me, my wards would've burnt them.