Conjured

Chapter 21: The real deal

Author Note: hey guys sorry for the late update. I know it's a bit short but hopefully the nice photo of Henry makes up for it ;) 

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As I waited by Footscray station I tried to understand what Henry meant by Hunters being everywhere in Melbourne. Surely there wasn't that many of them? I heard a screech of tires and looked behind me to see Henry in a shiny black mustang. If his hair wasn't auburn you would've thought it was James Dean pulling up. I jumped in the passenger side and as soon as the door was shut he sped off. 

"Thanks" I say as we stop at a red light. "It's okay. I'm sorry about the past few weeks Willa my head's been all over the place. I shouldn't have treated you like I did" He says in a strong voice. He looks over at me and I can see dark rings under his eyes. He looks exhausted. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you're back" I say smiling. I see him smile to as he looks back at the road. We drive in silence most of the way, I know he'll want to talk about Mark but I can't bear to be the one to bring it up. 

"Alright we're here" Henry says but he doesn't get out of the car. "What's wrong?" I murmur as I see him concentrating on something. "See that open door?" He says pointing to the apartment block. "Yeah what about it?" I ask but then I see what's propping it open. Theres a brick on the ground and blood is dripping down one side. "Hunters?" I question. "I don't think so. They're normally more tidy than that. I think we should check it out but just be careful" Henry warns as we step out of the car. As we walk into the block there is more blood drops on the cream carpet of the hallway leading to a door. "That's my flat" Henry says in a worried tone. He opens the door and I feel myself changing to my other self. The sorceress. 

Inside it's obvious that someone has broken in. Furniture has been thrown about, bloody handprints cover the walls. Henry rushes over to the couch where a note has been left. A picture of a dark haired woman with light blue eyes is next to it. "What does it say?" I ask. "You're next" He sighs. "What does that mean?" I say although I have a feeling I know. "This is a photo of my mother so I think that gives us a fair idea" He says sadly. "Okay we can't stay here" I answer. "I agree. Let me just grab some things and we can head off. I know somewhere safe" He respond running into another room. 

I look around his flat and see photos of Henry and his family. Although he has the bronze coloured hair of his father he seems to take after his mother more looks wise. "She was beautiful wasn't she?" He says softly making me jump a bit. "She was. What was her name?" I ask looking back at him. His dark eyes are the calmest I've seen them in a while. "Adriana" He responds looking at the photo. He looks about fourteen in it with a huge cheeky grin on his face while Adriana hugs him. She looks like she was mid-laugh when the photo was taken. Henry takes the photo and puts it in the rucksack he has filled. 

"Let's go" He says walking out the door. I follow and close it but Henry says, "no leave it open. I don't know what has happened here but I'm sure the police will find out". I see him open his phone and he calls an anonymous tip off number before we get in the car and drive off to a place that hopefully will be safe.