Her House, My Rules

Chapter 59

A Candle.

Three candles were glowing like the moon on the old creepy grave. A picture of our dear mother, Ana Hudson, in the middle. Someone was just here. Someone was admiring the ghost of our grandmother, Evana and our mother. Jack, on the other hand, was lost and confused. I didn't know what he was looking for but the look on his face gave everything away. He wasn't himself anymore. He didn't find the answers he was looking for.

The situation was getting worse.

"Someone was here." Jack broke the silence. "Christian Hills is responsible. He's the one who was here." He went straight to the point. "He knew we were coming."

"What does he want?" I asked, confused.

"You."

"Me?" I was shocked. "What does he want from me?" I knew he was my worst enemy but I didn't know that he hated me that much. "My blood? Again?"

"Yes." Jack agreed. "Without your blood, he can't survive. Our grandmother knew the consequences, but Christian Hills was her nephew. She didn't want to leave him on the side of the road by himself. She decided to keep him around. That was her mistake." He sat on the grave as he continued his story. "Christian Hills was brainwashed by our grand grandfather, Hazard. He still wants to destroy us. He examined your blood and now he wants you dead. Both of us."

Jack groaned.

"Why did he take my blood if he wants me dead?" I asked, desperately. "I don't understand."

"He believes there's a cure." He added. "He wants to destroy our existence, but it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be gone in a few days."

"Stop saying that, Jack," I shouted. "You're not going to die. We're going to fight this together. I'm not giving up on you and that's a promise." My words were too weak to change his negative mindset. He didn't want to listen to me. I didn't know how to convince him otherwise.

"The prophecy is real." He complained. "I'm going to die."

"Fuck the prophecy, man!"I yelled, impatiently. "For the last time, you're not going to die."

"What am I going to do now?" Jack said, sadly. "Christian won."

"We're still alive, aren't we?" I made a good point. "We're stronger than him. We can destroy him."

"You don't understand, Hawk." He placed his hands on top of his head. "Christian is not going to stop until you're dead."

"We're Hulions for God's sake," I yelled between my teeth. "We have the power to destroy the human world."

"You have the power." He erased his existence in my previous sentence. "I'm going to die when you turn twenty-one."

"Is there a solution?"

"Yes, but..." He hesitated. "But you'll have to do something terrible."

"What?" I asked, rapidly. "Anything!"

"The prophecy says 'Toisessa maailmassa, ennen kuin kello kuolee kaksitoista, syntymapaivan pojan veri sulaa tulipalon alla'

"Jack!" I let out a deep sigh. "English! Please!"

"Your time will come. You'll automatically understand Finnish when you turn twenty-one in a few days." He announced, proudly.

"Jack, Translate, please," I replied, running out patience. "Come on."

"The prophecy says 'In the other world, before the clock dies at twelve, the birthday boy's blood shall be melted under fire.'