Bloodlines - Book One - COMPLETE

Chapter 20

"Come on Lia." Emmie chimes. Looking over to my side I see her standing at the end of the bed I was sitting on.

A fluffy pink towel hugged her small form. And her flaming hair is wet and stuck to her alabaster skin. She seemed to be in her teens and is absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word.

"We have company coming. Get ready." She turns away and starts toward the other end of the room. 

The room is huge. I sat on a bright pink bed that was covered in stuff animals. The room had a little sitting area. A big dresser with a full length mirror.

Emmie swayed over to the dresser and began digging threw pulling it things and throwing them on the floor. I guess she was having a hard time looking for whatever she wanted.

I could feel the nifty start to move, before it could happen. "Emmie." She says she stands up.

"What's up buttercup." She says. And suddenly Lia's body went stiff.

I started to panic and move. But unlike before when I panicked, I moved. I clenched my hands to my chest and realized what I did. Was I controlling her?

No...this felt ...different.

I didn't feel here. I just...moved?

Or was she responding to me? That wouldn't make sense though.

"Who's coming?" We ask.

"Dad says you can finally meet Desmond. Seeing how you haven't…" she stops and turns looks at me with a huge smile. "How are you feeling Lia?"

I didn't answer. Our body shuddered at Desmond's name. Well, hers more than mine. And I could feel the excitement bubble up in her chest and belly.

"Where is dad?" We ask.

"Mmmm, in his office maybe" she shipped into her closet and yelled, "Leander and I are going out, we have done things we have to do in the human town. We should be back tonight."

"Leander? Hes coming tonight?" We ask but sounded… sad in our voice.

"Well duh! He wants to go out. Maybe-" she gasped and pokes her head out of the closet. "He will kiss me!" We smile at her and she gave a wink and disappeared into the closet.

We started toward the door, walking past the mirror we took a glance. Just like Emmie, we appeared to be in our teens.

We were in some sort of white dress that cane part our knees. First curls drape over our petite curvy form and over our shoulders. Our hands are shaking…. Her hands are shaking. She's scared.

But when I moved to her face, time stopped.

I couldn't move, and the air went cold and stale. My breathing slowed. Exhaling, my breath came out white.

I couldn't move or speak. 

The hair behind my neck stood up and out of the corner of my eye I saw a large hand reach out from my side.

The hand grabbed me and time sped up and I spun around gasping for air, chattering my teeth to face a wall.

No longer in Emmie's room. But instead a hallway. At the end of one it looks like. Looking behind me is a set of light oak double door that offset the dark floor.

From beyond the door I heard someone shout out a word but I couldn't understand. "------ come in."

I tried to make sense of it. Repeating this word in my head to make sense. It sounds like English, I understand its english, but I can't understand the word.