Chapter 11 Part 2

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Sarah Pov:

"Zeva! Stop! Zeva!!"

I called out practically pleading to deaf ears.

By the time I had confirmed that Zeva was of no threat to the coven nor.... the one they were looking after either, I had more than just gotten to know her. I had befriended her.

It was my job to assess all the newcomers to the school. I was supposed to keep an eye out and make sure everyone was safe. There had been a record of newcomers this year so I have had to prioritize.

The ones that would stay at the Bartholys manor was always the priority according to grandma so that's where I always laid the most effort. But Zeva had caught me by surprise when she had told me she was a medium. Even low powered mediums are hard to come by. They are scattered around the world like the wind and usually always in hiding. You had to know one who knew one that might still have a contact if you were ever to need one. According to grandma many were experimented on or killed off in hopes of gaining their abilities or destroyed if the possibility of another gaining their power was about to occur. So I had been honored when Zeva had entrusted me with her life's secret.

That girl had a heart of pure gold and I grown to care for her more than she knew, or I would openly admit. There was nothing I wouldn't try to do for her. Even if that was facing off an unstable vampire. The thought of her hurt, neck ripped open and bleeding, left helplessly on the ground, kept my legs moving.

Stupid! Why was she risking herself running after that vamp? She knew what he is! What he would be capable of! We talked as much, not more than a few.. days... ago..! She couldn't just have forgotten or could she?

Blood drained my face and panic quickly made me hasten my steps. the ground sped away under my bare feet. The feeling of dread washed down my spine, nipping at my heels making them go faster. No... nonononono ... not good.

Out of all the Bartholys peter wasn't the one I would usually be worried about, but Zeva and the cold sweat going down my spine begged the differ. what the hell is going on with him?! He was Acting worse than fucking Drogo! He went after Loan. Don't get me wrong, he had it coming but he had done so out in the open. Publicly... I grab the doors and my body hesitated.

Stupid of me to leave my phone in my gym locker. There was no way for me to ask for assistance on how to stopping a vampire. I can do this... I reminded myself.

Sucking in my breath I pushed open the doors, peering through the half empty corridors. My heart hammering steady in my chest as I sneaked around the corridor towards the somewhat muffled familiar voice.

The moment I looked around the hallway I found them, together. My heart almost stopped. Peter was practically already towering over her.. His eyes fixated on her. Every Vamp has his own charm and this must be his.

"Get away from her!"

I whispered through clenched teeth knowing full well that he would hear but no one else. His eyes widen slightly for a moment at my presence but they never at anytime fully leave Zeva. Like a predator honed in on its prey. I took out a crystal, already beginning my protective spell.

Zeva - "We can go to the library, if you want, you could show me the books you read, and I can pretend to be interested in it .."

Zeva moved, blocking my direct path to the vampire, but it was her words that rang with a sharp blade in my head. Disturbing what was left of my concentration.Trembling slightly from the effort, I felt the energy that had accumulated into my crystal disperse into nothingness.

Glaring daggers, I watched him with a half gaping mouth. My feet unable to move. The black haired vampire gives me a conceited sigh as he Zeva lead the way. I watch as the black haired vampire follows right behind her, hiding her from view. Only when they leave my sight does my body let out a gasp of breath, that it had been holding. Bracing myself on a locker I focus on breathing. Letting time slow my heartbeat and gather my nerves. If I had just remembered that damn phone!

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