The Baron and his Lady

Twenty-five: Brown eyes

Outside world
Emma's pov

I've prepared everything we needed for tonight's ritual. All we need to do now is wait for moonlight, I watched the sky outside. The weather seemed fine, perhaps we'll get a good chance later.

Tristane hasn't come down yet. The elixir should have worked by now. Patrick had only been under the spell in a few hours. So what was keeping him away?

I tried to open my magic to feel him. Since he is my blood I would be able to tell where he is. Easy enough for a grand witch like me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on locating him. His pulse should be throbbing now, the manor was huge enough but my magic can cover a large area. I was tapping into anything that was breathing, I felt Krista's dog-Oggy, Louie—who was still asleep but no Tristane.

I frowned. How could this be? He didn't leave, did he?

"Mon fils" I called to him. There was no response. "Tristane? Where are you?"

There was a faint flicker somewhere, it was so distant I thought it was nothing. I tapped into it, coaxing the flame to rise. Tristane's face registered.

"Oh no!"

I saw Claus holding him against the wall, he's killing him!

I dropped my magic and ran as fast as I could. How the hell did he came back from the dead?!

Patrick's room
Claus' pov

I stared at the pitiful young man I was choking. He didn't resemble Letecia but I knew they shared the same blood. He has magic in his veins. And for that, he has to die.

I saw life leave his eyes. Soon. You'll be free soon young man. His arms no longer fought back and his throat turned purple under the pressure I applied.

"Stop!"

I froze. A voice called to me.

I looked around. No one was there!

"This is my body! Not yours!" Screamed the voice.

I dropped the young man, he fell unto the floor with a loud thud. I raked my hair, "Who are you?!"

The voice did not respond. But I knew I heard it.

Am I losing my sanity? Is this the result of what Letecia's curse?

I paced around the room trying to call the voice again. My eyes suddenly caught the mirror. Heavens! Who is this person?!

I touched the mirror, it was my hand but then it did not look like it was. This person had the smoothest hands I've seen, mine were rough and scarred. I looked into the mirror again, brown eyes stared back at me.

"Oh mon dieu! How is this possible?!"

I am inside someone else's body? I was not trapped inside mine? How?

My eyes fell into the young man again. He did not move. The voice did not want me to kill him. Heavens! Did this person care for him? Was he a godfather to him? Claus, what have you done?!

I knelt down and touched the young man again, he was no longer breathing. This is bad. I've never killed anyone before. I am not a murderer!

I heard the door swung open and a very angry yet familiar voice screamed at me.

"Get away from him right now!"

At the same time
The school was buzzing with activity, though it was weekend lots of students and faculty came to decorate the gym.

Homecoming was fast approaching and everyone was excited. The girls have their dresses made and ready. The boys chased girls who did not have dates yet.

Enzo was leaning against the wall, he was bored and he would rather be stuck in traffic than be here. Mr. Boussard, his uncle had made him volunteer to help move the heavy equipment in the gym. As if there wasn't enough man power! He wasn't needed here.

Seeing the old teacher was busy with something else, he escaped and found refuge by the stairs.

"Here you are lover boy."

He stared at Alexandra Marville, his latest fling. She closed the door behind her with a naughty smile on her pretty lips.

"What are you doing Alex?" He asked.

"Capturing you of course!" She flew herself at him, "I can't wait until Homecoming. Why don't we do it now?"

Alex was fluttering those heavy lashes at him while her body rubbed against his. Damnation! He never knew she was a desperate one.

"I don't know what you mean Alex."

She was taken aback, "Don't be silly Enzo. Aren't you planning to fuck me after the Homecoming next weekend?"

That's just it! Why does every woman he encountered thinks he was just after sex? 

Enzo pushed her away, "It never crossed my mind Alex. And I did not ask you to be my date either."

"But we went out several times already!"

"It was all your idea, I was just being nice. Your friends told me you never dated anyone before, they begged me to accept your invitations. I'm sorry Alex, but I'm not really interested in you."

A loud slap echoed across the stair way before the door was slammed shut. He feared the hinges would give away, but the door stood still. Alex left. He was alone at last.

Enzo touched his cheek, the slap stung but he had been through worst. Alex was just another desperate miss. No one is going to hold down Enzo Iglesias. His amber eyes darkened at the very thought of it.

He sat down and pulled out his mobile phone, his fingers found a now familiar number. He wondered where she was right now? If he called her, would she answer?

Enzo sighed heavily, remembering the last time he spoke with her. She turned him down as if he was nothing. It was a blow to his pride. No one refused him before. Yet, one has.

Perhaps that's why he felt attracted to her, because she played hard to get. Enzo smiled to himself. He still had tricks up his sleeve, soon, she will beg him to date her to Homecoming.

He flipped his phone shut. Time to prepare, then he'll call her later. First, he had to get a nice outfit that will make Kristania Neville say yes.