Chapter 11

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Chapter 11:

We were all quiet as we ate dinner, Damien finishing and washing his plate, then stretching, grabbing two apple’s. I finished as well, but before I could get up and wash my plate, Adam took it, having finished as well, Damien stepping out of his way so he could wash the plates. I just sat here, softly smiling to myself, watching him.

“I just need a blanket and I’m good for the night.” Damien announced, yawning.  I got up, going upstairs and to the spare bedroom, grabbing a blanket and returning to him. “Thanks, goodnight.” He stated, yawning once more and going out the back door. Adam came over, wrapping his arms around my neck, burying his face behind my ear.

“Let’s go to bed.” He whispered. I let him basically drag me upstairs, to his room instead of mine. He stripped himself down, me getting my shirt off in time to find him stripping me of my pants. I shakily exhaled as Adam slowly let his fingers roam, Adam kissing my knee, both of his hands resting on my calf. He stood up again, picking me up bridal style, startling me at how strong he actually was, placing me on the bed gently as he loomed over me. He kissed me passionately on the lips, but instead of the kiss being long and blissful, it was short and sweet. Lying next to me, Adam held me firmly to his chest, and I buried my face into his warmth, welcoming it.

He reached down and pulled the cover of the bed up and over my shoulders, covering all the way up my body until stopping at my nose. I snuggled closer to him, one arm wrapped protectively around my waist, the other under my side, wrapping up to hold my stomach and part of my chest. I sighed, relaxing as I fell asleep.

Once more, I’m met by a vision of the girl, of Notch, and of Herobrine.  Creating the world, fighting each other, or about to as the girl distracted them, forcing them to come together and defeat her. They then went their separate ways, forgetting their hatred of the other, ruling both the Over-world and Hell together in harmony.

I opened my eyes, meeting Adam’s chest, smiling softly as I yawned, pushing my face against his soft skin. Sitting up as his arms fell away from me, holding the empty space, I stretched, waking my sleeping limbs. There was a knock at the door.

“Adam, seriously, wake up dude.” I heard Jerome state. I got up, opening the door softly as I rubbed my eyes. “Oh, Ty, you’re up, great, your friend Damien isn’t in the guest bedroom.” Jerome informed me. I softly laughed.

“He sleeps with Caramel, he’s fine.” I informed him. He sighed.

“That’s a relief, now why don’t you get dressed.” Jerome suggested. “No shirt, no shoes, no service.” He joked, walking away as I shut the door. I found my clothing on the floor, getting dressed, then looking around Adam’s room. I approached his mirror, looking myself over. I took in a sharp breath, my claws slowly seeping through the magic of the bracelet. I hurried to my room, going through some old stuff, finding an old bottle I’d left here in case I came back. Making sure my door was positively locked, I took off the bracelet and opened the bottle as my claws grew larger than ever before and my wings stretched to be longer than both my arms, still folding neatly behind my back, making them look small. My tail curled up, being longer, stronger, and more flexible than before.

Placing the bracelet down, I poured the slightest bit of the glowing yellow-green potion onto it, making it glow brightly. And change to a darker shade of purple. Slowly, I picked it back up, slipping it on. The refreshed power of the bracelet surged through me, making me take a deep breath as my wings, tail, and claws disappeared. I sighed. Thank god that worked. I’d read a book when I was younger, it said that if you have any magical item that begins to lose its power, you can make or find a potion of enchantment. It restores it to full power. I’m glad it wasn’t a lie. I left my room, going back to Adam’s, crawling onto the bed and snuggling close to him once more. He stirred, kissing my cheek as he sat up partially, leaning over me.

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