Translucent (Legacies FF)

22

"What are you doing here?" MG sits up in bed as I toss my jeans and shirt to the floor, climbing in next to him.

"Michael is back. He's now a Necromancer taking up a cell. My father is doing deals with the devil again. And I have no clue as to what the hell I am."

"You're beautiful, badass, and a fighter. We'll figure out what you are eventually. And your dad is strong. I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Thanks, babe," he rolls over to face you and pulls you into his chest, your heart beat matching his.

"Goodnight, Tay Tay."

~W~

Morning

I wake up to an empty bedroom and heavy grunts in the room next door.

"Jesus christ. It's only nine in the morning and you're jerking off?" I groan. "Of course you are. You're a teenage boy. Fuck everything. I'm going to the gym."

I sprint to my room, change into short, boy shorts and a sports bra, and jog down to the gym. MG struggles to lift the weight and Kaleb takes hold, lifting it above his head. "And this is why we shouldn't be drinking bunny blood. My hunger strike has helped, and I can still smell her."

"Calm down, Kaleb. No need to gloat."

"I haven't seen you feeding recently." MG stands, encasing my hand in his.

"I haven't had the thirst clawing at my throat. I think this griffin side is taking over." I set my bag down and jump up onto the bar adjacent to the weight lifting station. "Plus all my physical attributes have gotten sharper. Look, I can hang here all day. My arms don't get as sore."

"Aren't you lucky." Kaleb taunts, bouncing a 50-pound ball. I stick my tongue out at him playfully and MG eyes me as I finish my chin-ups. I bite my lip and glance at the tent in his workout shorts. Before I hit the ground, my dragon wings stop the impact, returning my body to ground zero. Kaleb backs away and his mouth opens in an 'O'.

"They take awhile to get used to, I know."

"Griffins don't have dragon wings. Wolgans do."

"I guess I'm a Wolgan then. Pretty sweet."

"For you, yeah." His glance follows mine and he smirks, elbowing MG in the side. "Looks like you've got a hard-on my friend. Might want to get that adjusted before Alaric sees."

"Shut up. I don't share."

"I don't swing that way, man." Kaleb chuckles, exiting the gym as Hope swings through carrying a book.

"Are you two any good at performing head dives?"

"I've done one before but only as a joke." MG looks at the book in her hands. "Why?"

"Our little friend needs answers, and so do I."

"Fine, I'll help."

"Good," she pushes the book at him and he groans. "Then lets go. Taylor, you're welcome to come along."

I grab my gym bag and pull on a purple sweatshirt that covers my ass, and follow the pair down to the transitioning cells where The Necromancer sits.

"You," his gaze flits to mine. ".....are cursed, my dear. As long as you're like this, your mother won't be at peace." He nods at MG. "And you, Milton Greasely, your nana would not approve of this."

"Don't talk about my Nana."

"Both of you chill. Let's get this started." Hope pushes the door open for both of us behind her and moves to stand behind The Necromancer's head. She places both hands on his shoulders and drops the book. "You two need to take his hand."

"Not something I'd like to do right now." MG and reluctantly take a hand each, the creature wrapping his grotesque claws around our hands. Hope chants something.

"Open your mind to us, like opening a window or a door." She closes her eyes and disappears into his conscious mind.

"So what now?" I gaze down at the creature who sports a blank stare. "Do we just stare at each other or something?" I say in a mocking tone.