Ebony Lestrange: A journey to Mystic Falls. Book two

Chapter four

The blonde girl walks out to me to get the song I am going to sing,
" Thousand years, thank you," I whisper, she nods and smiles, she walks and trips on a microphone wire. The sound of her body echoes through the art studio. She gets up and looks towards me, I hold my breath. Blood leaks from her knees counting the marble white floor, my instincts overcome my senses, I can't think. Everyone rushes to the blonde, wondering if she's ok. I try and get up, but I can't. I need it, crave the red liquid spilling from her, I need to have it. I look at who is keeping me from getting up, and meet eyes with Falon. She looks at me alarmed, her wand pointed towards me, keeping me in place. Nobody sees her wand since they all are paying attention to the injured blonde. Falon walks towards me,
" Beatrice Worldly, are you feeling well?" She says, she's trying to get me out of here, I nod. She grabs my arm and walks me to the exit, a man stops us,
" Hello, Beatrice is supposed to be selling her paintings," this big like man whispered, Falon scoffed,
" As you can see she's not feeling well, I need you to back up, maybe she's getting this sickness from those finger sandwiches, which clearly smelled like bad cheese," Falon asserted. The big like man backs up, Falon leads me away from the gallery up to the limo. I breathe in deep,
"Thank you, you are the best," I say to her, she smiles and let's go of my arm,
" Don't worry about it, I have a friend from a long time ago that had the same problem," she says, I smile.
" Does it get better?" I ask, she shakes her head,
" It depends on the type of person you are, I believe you are strong, which means you are going to make the right choice," she says, she opens her purse and hands me a card, " This is my information, please call, text, be my pen pal, anything," she laughs, clearly never texted with a celebrity before, I loved that.
" Well, Thank you," I said in my normal voice, I take off my mask and take a deep breathe, the boys file out. I point to the limo, signaling them to get in, Draco follows behind. I turn to Falon, but she's gone.
" Ebony, see you again soon," Draco says, he smiles and touches my arm, I smile back. He walks off, I get into the limo.
" Sorry that didn't go as planned,"I laughed, I sat across from the boys. They looked uncomfortable with what just happened. I can't put people in danger anymore, I almost hurt a poor innocent girl.
" I am gonna drop you off at the hotel, you are going home on your own, I have something I need to do," I inform them, they look at me confused,
" Wait, your not coming back with us?" Matt said, I shake my head.
" I have someone to say bye too, then I have to move once again," I say, Tyler scoffed
" So... your just leaving after a day?" He scoffs, I glare at him,
" I don't want to talk about that," I say, they both go silent, we make the rest of the car ride silent. I can't handle what might be going through their heads. We get to the hotel, they get out and wave to me as I leave in the limo. I unlock my phone and dial Gazelle. It goes to voicemail:
" Hello, it's me. Thank you for telling Draco, I missed him. I..... I am going to take a break for a while, I don't want you to contact me until I'm ready, nor will anybody else. I'm sorry that this might be hard for you, but it's ten times harder for me...." I pause, tears go down my eyes, " it's lIke the train station with the twins, another person I have to say goodbye too, I can't handle this right now. I have changed for the worst, and I don't want to hurt anybody, I'm leaving to our secret hideout, don't come. I have put enchantments on everything so you can't enter...... I will contact you when I'm ready," I hang up the phone. The driver let's me out at a little coffee shop,
" Bonjour Ebony, your usual?" The waiter asks as I approach. I shake my head,
" foxtrot my lovlie," I whisper, he nods and goes int he coffee shop, a minute later he comes out with a suitcase.
" Nobody has touched it, hope to see you again," The waiter says handing me the bag,
" Me too, goodbye," I wave, I grab the suitcase and faze away.
Our secret hideout was beautiful, a Scottish cottage mansion in the middle of nowhere, forgotten about. It's worn down and doesn't have windows, me and Gazelle used to hideout here for when we got in trouble with people, mostly Bellatrix. I missed this place. I walk inside the white marble chipping and having cracks, the vines from the outside invading the walls, I take a deep breathe,
" Welcome home Ebony," I whisper to myself.