Guardian

Chapter 19

Counting the days since I'd been in the mansion on a calendar that hung on the wall of my bedroom, I knew that it had been five days of living here, five days since my disappearance, five days for someone to come and find me, and they hadn't.

Though I couldn't blame them, Malcolm's mansion seemed to be pretty far from civilization, I've barely heard traffic since I arrived here. There weren't many people here either. A few maids, cooks, messengers and chauffeur to drive Malcolm around when he left, which was quite often. On top of those people, there was also the security guards, and a few of Malcolm's vampire friends that were left in charge to make sure that I didn't leave.

I've tried speaking to them, to strike up conversation when they're monitoring me whilst I do normal things, but they either don't speak English, or have been told not to speak to me, because all attempts at conversation have failed.

Eventually, meaning my third day, I started hanging out with the maids and the cooks, helping them with their jobs and learning more about them as people. They were all vampires, and all seemed happy to talk to me, as there weren't many new people to talk to.

This also left me in the company of Paige, when she wasn't out trailing after Malcolm she stayed with me, watching distainfully as I helped the cooks and maids, or talking to me though I didn't do much to engage her.

I worried about Mom and Peter, I still do. I worry about them, Toby and Greg, constantly wondering how they are, if they're okay and if they've been hurt. I try to not annoy Malcolm as much as I did on my first day, as I've discovered that it's not really worth it. It's much better to just stay out of his way.

I worry about Tiberius too, but the things that Malcolm told me still ring through my mind whenever I do. If Malcolm is telling the truth, and I am some sort of Prophet, does that mean that Tiberius was assigned to protect me just for that? Was it because the Angel's wanted me?
The thoughts make me sick admittedly, so I try not to think about it too much.

As for my supposed Prophet powers, I've been practicing a few things in my room when I'm alone. Even though there are always guards outside, so I try my best to keep quiet when practicing.
Not much had come out of it, I don't know what I was expecting, if it was supposed to come rushing to me, or if it was supposed to take time, all I knew was that my dreams have become frequent enough to happen during the day when I'm awake, which is freaky. Not much in the way of powers have appeared, my reflexes are better than they used to be, I'm not tripping as much as I did before.
I caught a coffee mug from falling off the counter yesterday, I saw it happening before hand,and I caught tit when it started to happen for real. I was glad that no one was around to see it.
Beyond that, I've become more aware if things happening around me, I can see things happening in other room in my minds eye, in other rooms of the mansion and if I tried hard enough, I could see it into the yard and the driveway.
I've tried seeing further, wondering if I can see far enough to see my family, but I almost blacked out when I tried it.

As of this moment, I was in my room, faint chatter rattling around in my head from all over the house. There were so many conversations taking place, but I was trying to focus in on one conversation in specific.

I knew that in his study, Malcolm was holding a meeting with several other people that had arrived this morning, each one of them talk and intimidating, but they didn't pay much attention to me. Luckily.

"You're not saying that you found it?" Bingo.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Malcolm said.

"Impossible." Someone scoffed. "The Prophet hasn't been seen in four hundred years. We all know that you have been obsessed with finding it since the day you were turned. This is a folly."