Inhuman

Chapter 18

Rosalie stood up quietly, her head cocked slightly, still stiff. "Who are you?" Rosalie asked, her voice had a slight English accent.

"Kensley Parker." I said, my voice velvety and soft. "Keghan brought me, Johns brother." I explained.

"What are they?" Her voice shook as she asked.

"Faeries." I didn't want to lie to her.

She laughed bitterly. "That's what John said also."

"It's the truth though." I said quickly.

"Where are we?" She asked, relaxing a little.

"I can't really tell you that, we are on our way to the Fae lands. But I don't know where that is." I said, realizing I really didn't know where we were.

"Rosalie, you are awake." Johns gravely voice sounded behind me. I didn't want to scare Rosalie but I jumped at the unexpected voice.

Rosalie squeaked and nodded, coming closer to me so she could hide behind me. I moved so she wasn't seen by John.

"Kensley, move. I need to speak to Rosalie." John commanded staring at me.

I glared right back at John, daring him to move me. He groaned and tryed to move me.

"Don't touch me." I hissed, slapping his hand away, that drew Keghan's attention and he slowly walked over.

"Let's just all go to sleep before we kill each other." Keghan sighed, pulling on my arm.

Keghan pulled me to a sleeping bag and helped me settle in it before moving to his on one side of me. I watched Rosalie hesitate when she saw where her sleeping bag was. She quickly slipped into it and turned away from John and faced me instead.

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I lay awake in my sleeping bag, listening to the breaths of Keghan, John, and Rosalie.

I touched my new locket and I felt myself shaking as I held back tears. I was so involved with my not crying that I didn't notice when Keghan came up to me. He was kneeling next to me and had his hand on my back. I jumped and turned to look at him. "Kensley," Keghan sighed and brushed my hair away from my face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just miss Adam and Mike."

"I know." He whispered still brushing my hair. "I know love."

"Why are you awake?" I sniffled, sitting up slightly.

"I couldn't sleep," he shrugged, "then I heard you and I just had to check."

I looked up at him and realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Oh." I whispered.

"Kens. Come here." He pulled me into his arms and I let my head rest against his shoulder.

He picked me up and set me down again in his sleeping bag, unzipping it slightly so we could both fit. He slid in next to me and pulled me close. My back was pressed into his chest and that's how I fell asleep.

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I yawned and opened my eyes to brightness. I stretched my arms over my head and then felt Keghan's arms tighten around me. He groaned and pulled me closer, burying his face into my hair and exhaling heavily. "Keghan?" I whispered, turning in his arms to face him.

He just grunted and didn't open his eyes. I smiled at his childness and brushed his hair back from his face, where it had fallen into his eyes. Keghan sighed as my fingers brushed his face. His hand shot up and caught my hand in his grip. His eyes opened slowly and regarded me cautiously. "Kensley." He murmered, still gripping my hand. "Good morning." His voice was thick and full of sleep.