Feared

9

I look at all the people sitting on the couches and sigh. Only one of them has a red tint to him, most of the others have a purple, but the guy from before, he still has a terrifying black.

"What are you?" I ask, breaking the silence. Everyone looks at one another then back at me.

"What do you mean?" The one sitting next to me asks.

"You," I say pointing at the guy with the black, "you're black. Like, you have black around you. I've never seen someone like you. You're not a witch or vampire. You're obviously not a human. What are you?" Everyone looks between that guy and I, and I sigh.

"I'm a hybrid; werewolf and vampire." He says. I nod and then look around me. I look at the darker skinned guy and he cocks his head to the side.

"You were in my dream. With the girl. With D? She was drawing and you asked her about some witch. Is she okay?" I ask him. He looks at me shocked, and then his phone rings. He excuses himself then stands up to talk to whoever it is.

After a minute, Marcel looks at me shocked. He then walks over and puts the phone on speaker. "Callie? Can you hear me?" A person on the phone asks.

"Yes." I respond. She takes a few seconds to say anything and then what she says makes my blood run cold.