Glorify Bad (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty Six - The Outcomes

        Nora had been overwhelmed by the possibility that she may be a witch. She moaned about her pounding headache the whole drive, making Caleb a bit insane himself. He walked her into her home, making sure she had securely made it to her bedroom. Her parents weren’t home, and Owen had been at soccer practice. 

“Thanks for walking me in. I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.” Nora spoke, slowly laying herself onto her twin sized bed. Caleb was intrigued by her bedroom, which was walled in a purple tint and books stacked on her dresser.

“Do you think I’m really a witch? Or she was just trying to mess with me?” Nora spoke, setting her back to her headboard of her bed.

Caleb chuckled. “I don’t know, cast a spell on me and we’ll find out.”

Nora rolled her eyes, smirking. “I never believed in supernatural creatures.” She pondered. “I wonder what a vampire or werewolf is like. I wonder if they’re anything like the old myths.”

Caleb twitched his nose. “Shifters are probably really cool.”

Nora furled her brows. “Shifter?”

“Another term for werewolf.” Caleb shrugged.

Nora laughed. “How would you know that? Have you met one or something?”

Caleb shrugged. “Just a wild guess.”

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Max had been quick to the Finch drive, parking his Corvette nonchalantly in the garage before entering through the kitchen where Max stomped through. He entered the foyer, still not seeing Corrine or Albert in sight.

“Mother!” Max shouted demandingly throughout the house, pacing at the bottom of the stairs weaving in and out of rooms on the first floor for the woman he had been calling.

“What? What is it?” Corrine arrived from the top of the staircase, gracefully stepping down in an elegant black evening dress with a pearled necklace to compliment. Her hair was curled like a doll and bobbed as she touched the floor of the foyer. Max caught her voice, waiting impatiently as she reached his presence.

“Why did you tell me all these years that we were the last breed?” Max pointed a blamed finger to his mother. Corrine huffed at the accusation.

“What on Earth are you talking about, Max?” Corrine spoke dramatically.

“Stop acting like you know nothing, mother. You’ve told me since I was a little boy that we were the last breed. You lied, why?”

Corrine folded her arms, shaking her head at her son. “What has gotten into you?”

“Mother, theres a New Blood in Avelak. Its what murdered Emily Marshal.” 

Corrine stiffened. “What?” She breathed.

“A New Blood, its when a-“

“I know what it is, darling.” Corrine held a light hand to her forehead, pacing along the staircase.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Max muttered, annoyed.

“I didn’t want you to think you were just another face.” Corrine told as she eyed her son. “I didn’t want you thinking that since you aren’t full bred that you’d feel different. Thats how I was when I was your age.” Corrine admitted, feeling the information waving over her.

Max stared bleakly for a moment. “I’m going to tell Caleb.”

“Tell him what?” Corrine moaned.