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Necklace...

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What does he mean? Trust him? On a secret? How can I even trust him after fighting me to the ground, and bringing the pistol up to my face? I can't.

His eyes shimmering at me, makes me wonder more, and more. I can feel him getting closer towards me, staring down at my necklace. Why does he keep staring at it?

"Secret? What secret?" He smirks and turns his head away from my sight. I see his eyes peeking at me from his long bangs, tripping me out.

"What do you think I keep staring at?" His voice gets deeper and becomes crucial to my appearance. He throws the pistol, skidding down the hallway, bumping into the wall. He lifts his head, and comes closer, towards me. Everything between us becomes awkwardly quiet. I can feel the air around me get heavier, and heavier. The birds chirping outside, and the wind, blowing the trees side to side.

"My necklace?" He shakes his head up and down. He brings his hand up to my chest, and runs his fingers against the chain of it.

"This necklace, keeps so many secrets from you, that you don't even know. Not even knowing who wants it." All I have to do is stare deeply into his eyes, deeply into his soul.

"Mhm." No words come out. I'm still in disbelief. Shocked. He averts his eyes from my necklace, up to my face.

"I'm sorry for your loss." My eyes go wide open. How? How does he know my Dad passed away? Was my Dad in some kind of cult I never knew of? Was he a drug dealer? What else hasn't my Dad ever told me?

"My loss? How do you know I've lost somebody?" I stand there, my arms swaying to my side. The tension between us gets hotter and hotter by the minute. He brings his head up and smirks.

"Let's...talk about this somewhere else, shall we?" He brings me the bad vibes. I don't like where this is going, but I gladly agree to his decision. We walk into the cheer room, with a gust of cold air. I hear him walk, and shut the door, slowly behind the both of us. The tension got hotter again, like something went in the room with us.

"So what's this secret, you want me to trust you on?" I glare at him while he shifts his eyes, telling me to move to the corner of the room. I walk to the corner and settle myself down to the ground. He sits down beside me and sighs.

"That necklace, your dad gave it to you didn't he?" He looks at me, and stares.

"Yea, he gave it to me before passing away. It was his before, but he told me to hold onto it for as long as I live, and never get it into wrong hands." I look down at it, and fiddle around with the gem. I turn my head and look at Alex. He's staring at my necklace, but some glow in his eyes catch my attention. His eyes are glowing, like some magic spell cassed on him.

"What the-," I stare at him, and back away slowly. He looks up at me and blinks.

"What? It looks like you saw a ghost or something?"

"Yea, it's probably because I did," I say saracasticallly. All he does is stare at me. My nerves tense up, and I start wrapping the necklace around my middle finger,"Can you tell me about the necklace? It holds something doesn't it?"

"Powerful, something only you can hold," He looks down, and sighs,"Your dad, and my father used to work together, so they knew about the necklace of course," He says and rubs his hands together.

"What's so special about it?," I giggle and look at it.

"My father, and your's, used to be in some kind of ritual for-," He pauses like something got caught up in his words.

"For? For what?" I stare at him, waiting for a response.

"For Werewolve's, and Vampire's," I giggle.

"You can't be serious right?," He stares at me and doesn't make a facial expression or nothing,"Your serious. Huh."

Werewolve's and Vampire's? There both mythical creatures, they don't even exist right? My dad used to talk about Werewolve's and Vampire's. Saying that Werewolve's live among us, like us human beings. Right on the night of the full moon, some lycanthrope, which is a human has the ability to shapeshift into a wolf, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction. But for Vampire's, it's a whole other complete story.

Vampire's feed on the living for there fresh blood, anywhere they can suck on. In European folklore, as my dad foretold, vampire's were undead beings that often visited loved ones and caused mischief, or maybe even death. I've always thought as a child it was "fake," or just a "myth," but, now hearing Alex saying it also, makes me believe my dad was never lieing to me...

"So your telling me this isn't some kind of joke?" I holler at him, and open my hands in surprise. He looks at me and nods, "So what does this necklace have to do with werewolve's and vampire's?"

"It holds some kind of power. The power anyone would want. Between the werewolve's and vampire's, they both have two different kingdom's. Never the less, you can't trust vampire's for your life...They want that necklace, and they would go through life or death to get it."

"My question is, how dow you know all of this?" I stare at him, feeling like the room went from hot, to just freezing solid cold.

"Before your dad passed away, he used to come over all the time, and speak about that necklace to my father. I used to eeves drop on both of them. Seeming it was important to them, which it was, I decided to keep listening until they were over with their own little conversation. At the time, I really didn't know what they were talking about, but as I got older, I did some research and found out more about both of them."

"So you decided to "sneak in" on there little conversation?"

"Don't judge me, you know how we were back then." I giggle, just a tiny bit.

"Of course, non taken," I say, "But I want to learn more about this,"magical necklace" of mine." He looks at me, and faces his whole body towards me.

"All the vampire's want that necklace, since they want all the power. But werewolve's are trying to protect it, since the vampires have bad skills on taking control of power."

"But how do I know which is a vampire, werewolf, or just a random human being?"

"There eyes," I stare at him, and look at his eyes,"Vampire's have those dark eyebags, and that pale skin of there's. Werewolve's have those light eyes that catch people's attention, wherever they go."

"You have light green eyes that catch my attention all the time, besides you look a little pale...How do I know your not one of those vampires?" He tilts his head to the side, and shimmers his eyes at me.

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