The Last Forester

You Set Me On Fire Part 2

(Hugh)

The girl didn't know it, but she never lost me.  I'm trailing her a ways back, and she pulled into a house's driveway.  She stepped out of her black Chevy truck.  She did a three-sixty, and I ducked in the seat of my "borrowed" Bugatti, which I had hidden behind a large dump truck.  She walked up to the door, and pounded on the door.  I fingered the phone in my pocket, weighing the idea on whether to call Scott.  No, I can't get him involved in this.  Crystal and Scott just got their lives back to normal.  I won't, can't, involve him.

(Tallica)

I pounded on his door again.

"Go away!  I'm sleeping!" Milo's voice was raspy and gruff.  Milo Davis was a young kid around my age.  His hair was sandy blonde and his skin tan from working as a surf instructor and his hands calloused from being a wood worker.  He builds all kinds of beautiful wood work.  His eyes are the color of dark cherry wood.  He is lean and tall, but made of muscle; trust me, he has the six pack.  I shake my head, grinning, needing to keep my mind on the reason I can here.

"Open the door, Milo!" I yell, banging on the door.  "It's your favorite buddy!"

"You have to be kidding me," he growled, yanking the door open.  "What are you doing here, Tallica?  I'm not in the mood to be set on fire again."

"Once again," I pushed my way into the house.  "I didn't mean to set you on fire.  You barely count as on fire."

"Are you kidding me?!  You set me on fire with a blow torch!" Milo shouted, shutting the door.

"I did not do it with a blow torch, or you would have been fried, stop being so dramatic.  It was a bonfire, which happened to be my idea.  You stood too close to the fire when a big wind swept through and you happened to be on the wrong side,"  I rolled my different colored eyes.

"That is not how it went!"

"Yes, it is.  Stop being such a sissy."

"I was lit on fire!"

"Yea, and I've been stabbed, so you're preaching to the choir."

"You've been stabbed?"

"Yea, I have," I walked into his living room.  

"What do you want?" Milo sighed, sitting on his couch/bed.

"I need your touch," I turned to face him, eyebrows raised.

"No, I'm not doing any favors for you," he shook his head, climbing to his feet.  

In a blur, I was there shoving his face against the wall.

"Jeezes Christmas," he yelled, his voice muffled against the wall.

"Let me remind you of what happened after you were burned with third degree burns because YOU forgot to stop, drop, and roll.  I pulled you away from the crowd after someone finally called 911.  I healed you with MY gift, so You. Owe. Me," I sneered as I released him.  He rubbed the back of his neck where I held him.

"Okay, do you have anything from the person?" he sat on the couch as I handed him Skye's door handle.  "Really?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, I didn't have a lot of time to grab anything else," I leaned against the wall.  

He closed his eyes, and jerked.  His head jerked again as the door handle in his hand began to glow.  "Okay, I have her.  She opened the door for some young guy with brown eyes, but it shows him leaving about five hours later.  Jeez!" he gave a startled yell.  

I lunged forward, "What is it?"

"That guy came out of nowhere," he murmured, then spoke up describing it.  "He is an older man with salt and pepper hair, plain eyes.  They are taking her out the back door."  His head snapped up and out of it as the object in his hand stopped glowing.  Milo has the ability to touch an object and immediately see the past of the trinket.  Say you have a family heirloom, he can see everything, everyone, and everywhere it ever went.  So, he can see the past, not the future.  It is all very confusing.  

(Hugh)

"What is he doing?" my face screwed up as the object in the blonde haired guy's hands began to glow.  "Jeez, not another gifted person," I rolled my eyes.  "I really need to move."  The girl seemed rather familiar, but for some reason I just couldn't place her.  

(Tallica)

"Do you know who took her?" Milo asked setting the door handle on his table.

"Took who?  What are you talking about?" I acted confused.

"Don't pull that with me, I know you better than you think.  Who took your sister?" Milo stood and walked to his wood working desk.  He nervously began to work on a small stature of a horse. 

I paced the room, "Yea, I know who took her."

"Who is it?"

"Ares Pack, that's who," I stopped pacing, sitting on his couch.  

"Are you kidding me?  The biggest werewolf pack in the world has a thing against you," Milo's face was in disbelief. 

"Yea," I raised one of my eyebrows.

"Why?" he turned back to his wooden horse statue. 

"I may have implied that I know what can keep them from shifting on a full moon," I grimaced.

"So, let me get this straight," Milo turned to face me, wood forgotten.  "You told werewolves, who are bound to the moon, that you knew a cure for them NOT to have to shift on a full moon, and when you didn't make the deadline, they kidnapped your sister, Skye, to get to you."

"Yes," I nodded.

"Does Arabella know about this little deal you made?" He questioned, his cherry wood eyes narrowed on my green and blue eyes.  

"Phff, she doesn't even know I healed you after your fire accident, let alone, that I made a deal with werewolves," I waved it off.  He started to say something, but I cut him off.  "You know I can't go home very often, and it's better if she doesn't know anything about my life."

"She's your sister, Tallica.  She needs to know," Milo spoke softly, mostly because he did know about my issues going home.

"Is it okay if I crash here for tonight?" I asked, my two different colored eyes on his.

"Yea, you know I really don't care," he turned and went back to working the wood.

"I'm going to make something to eat," I told him heading for the kitchen.