Deadly Eternities

CH5: Activation

    ACTIVATED || 05

    I froze, “What?” My jaw dropped as I spun around to face him. “Okay, um, no! That guy is seriously creepy, Cole!” I threw my hands up in exasperation.

    He grimaced, “Yeah I know, Brae; super creepy.” He clasped my hand reassuringly, “But, he is the only person who can possibly help if my suspicions are right.”

    “What suspicions?” I hissed and attempted to pull my hand away, but he held it their tightly.

    He frowned, “Well . . . I might be wrong . . .  but what you just described sounds to me like you’ve activated yourself. No vampire, in fact no Supernatural—apart from maybe witches, are able to do that sort of thing; blowing up objects randomly just isn’t possible. At least not unless you’ve got an activated power, and nobody has had their powers activated for at least two hundred years now. Not since Lord Cochran . . .”

    “What the hell are you on about, Cole Oliver Pike?” He made another quick turn onto the next street, the tires screeched as he spun the car. I glared at him as the seatbelt tightened around my neck, “You are a bloody terrible driver, Cole.”

    “Have you only realized that just now?” He grinned as he veered the car on to the other side of the rode to pass the car in front of us. “And don’t worry about that just yet. I don’t know a lot about it, except for what I’ve read; so you’re just going to have to wait until we get to Head Quarters, okay?”

    I glared at him and turned back around to look at the passing buildings and trees out my window.

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    The red headed receptionist looked up at us with her cat-like, pale green eyes, as we raced through the door. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked as she looked back down at her computer monitor.

    Cole shook his head and his dark brown hair fell into his eyes with the movement. He pushed the hair away from his face and then answered her. “No, but it’s urgent.” He didn’t sound nearly as charming as what he did last time we were here, and the receptionist looked somewhat shocked by his sudden change of demeanor.

    “I am very sorry, Mr. Pike, but Lord Cochran is in a meeting right now and not taking any unscheduled visits today. If you like, you can make an appointment. I could book you in for next Wednesday.”

    He groaned, and slapped his hand against his forehead, “It is urgent. I need to see him right now, not next bloody Wednesday!”

    She narrowed her eyes, “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do that. As I said, he is in a meeting right now.” She said and then looked back to her computer screen. “Now do you want the appointment for next Wednesday or not--” Her question was cut off by a booming voice and slammed door.

    “Bloody wolves . . .” Lord Cochran muttered under his breath, his blood red eyes were narrowed in annoyance, “They just don’t damn well get it!” He looked up in surprise as he saw the two of us standing at the receptionist’s desk, “What’s going on, Vera?” He asked the red head. His head whipped between the three of us, obviously confused by the glares getting sent between the receptionist and Cole, along with a fleeting glance at my tear stained cheeks.

    She smiled politely at him, “Nothing, my Lord; just setting up an appointment for these two next week.”

    He nodded, “Well they can see me now if they’d prefer, the meeting finished early.”