Beautiful Creatures: 20 Years Later

Chapter 5: Your Name Would Be...

Lila Jane P.O.V.

“Emma. Samantha. You know, my mother and I have a lot more things in common than being ‘witches’, which, by the way, we are not. We can both kick your butt. If I were you, I’d run,” I hissed.

“Whatever. Come on Emma. Let’s go find Eve and Charlene.” Samantha snarled.

I turned to Jezebel, who was staring intently at Liam.

“So,” she said. “Tell us about yourselves.”

“Well,” Anton said. “For starters, we’re a year apart. I’m a freshman, I turned fifteen in September.”

“And I am a sophomore, turned sixteen last week.”

“Your turn,” Anton said. “How about telling us who your parents are. Are they Dark or Light?”

I looked at Jezebel and saw her eyes widen. I gulped.

“Have you been claimed?” Liam asked.

“E-Excuse me. Could you repeat that?” I asked.

“We know you’re Casters,” Liam said.

“Because we are, too.” Anton removed his sunglasses to reveal green eyes. Caster green eyes. Liam did the same. Caster green eyes. More Casters.

Jezebel seemed to recover first. “My name is Jezebel Duchannes. My mother is Ridley Duchannes, Dark Caster. My father is Wesley Jefferson Lincoln, otherwise known as Link. He’s an Incubus. I’m fifteen and I’m a sophomore. I turn sixteen in a month.”

“T-twenty nine days, Jez. You have twenty nine days.” I swallowed. “My name is Lila Jane Duchannes. Daughter of Ethan Wate and Lena Duchannes. Twin sister of Macon Wate. I’m fourteen and I’m a freshman. I turn fifteen in March.”

“Since we’re all explaining, Anton , Liam care to tell us your, um, Casting facts?” Jezebel questioned.

Liam spoke first. “I will. My name is Liam Smythe. Um, my parents are, um, well, truthfully, I have no idea. They were, er, killed, when I was four. No biggie. I hardly remember them. As I said earlier, I’m sixteen. So, as you can see, I’m Light.”

I saw Jezebel staring. I half expected drool to start rolling out of her mouth.

I had to act fast. “Anton?” I raised my eyebrows at the younger boy.

He swallowed. And started talking. “Well, my name is Anton. My mom and dad are, um, er, that is to say…. Ugh. My mom is Liv, my dad is John.”

I looked at Jezebel. She looked at me.

We both thought the same thing. He hadn’t mentioned his last name.

                              Jezebel P.O.V.

“Sorry. I didn’t catch your last name,” I said.

“Yeah. What is it?” Lila Jane asked.

“What is what?” Anton asked.

“Your last name,” Lila Jane was being brave.

“Oh. Um, my last name. Right, last name. My last name is um, Breed. I’m Anton Breed.”

I looked at Lila Jane. She looked like she was about to pass out.

I was close.

Lila Jane turned around and threw up all over the parking lot.

“L.J? Are you okay?” I rubbed her back while glaring daggers at Anton. I took her hand and squeezed it. That’s when I noticed. On the back of her hand, there was a 29 written in Sharpie.

“29? Lila Jane? What is this?” I asked.

She wiped her mouth and stood straight.

But she didn’t answer my question. She stared at Anton for a minute.

“Breed? As in, like, John Breed?” she asked.

Anton sighed. “Yeah.”

Lila Jane charged at him full speed. I expected her to attack him.

She did the opposite.

A/N: Dedicated to @Demi_Wizard8610, because she was the first person to comment.

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