In the Blood of a Witch

Chapter 14- Jeremiah's power.

Sorry for not writing a lot lately... I apologize for this serious case of writers' block... it really sucks. I hope this long chapter makes up for it. 

Chapter 14- Jeremiah's power.

The brittle wooden table shook violently as Jeremiah slammed down an exact replica of 'Mother Earth.'

I was seated quietly at the head of the table, hands crossed in my lap, staring blankly at the map ahead of me toning everyone out. Jeremiah stood in front of the map pointing to something located on it while Lynus stood there watching intently responding only with body language.

"Yoo-hoo, Bristol... Bristol...Bristol." I diverted my eyes from the animated map and placed them on Jeremiahs soft grey eyes. Jeremiah was now standing in front of me waving his arms about trying to collect my attention.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Good. We need everyone here, from now on."

I chuckled a little bit after he put so much emphasis on the 'everyone.' That statement was obviously directed towards Lynus, who had coincidentally decided to skip an imperative leader meeting, the day of his current girlfriend's birthday.

"What are you laughing at Bristol?" Lynus sneered.

I giggled. "You know Lynus it's nice for you to finally show up to a meeting without that girl on your hip... wait what's her name? Kirsten? Hailey? Brooke? I don't know I can never keep them straight, there is just SO many."

"Why do you never have anything good to say about anyone Bristol? She has done nothing to you!"

Before I could respond, Jeremiah placed his hand over my mouth, shooting me a stern glance. "That is enough, you two. Lynus you know good and damn well how much hell you put Bristol through. You do not get to tell her how it is, especially since you did conveniently miss the last few meetings. And Bristol, you shouldn't talk to anyone like that; especially someone who still cares for you no matter how much he denies it."

Jeremiah turned his attention back to the map and began talking. Red dots began to splash over the map and soon all of Asia was nothing but blood red. "This," Jeremiah paused "Is where Bladeit and the others have already taken over and this is as far as he is going to get."

"How do we know that for sure?" I asked.

"Because I won't let him get any farther," Lynus remarked.

"Okay, Mr. High and Mighty tell me how exactly you plan on accomplishing that.  He is overwhelmingly stronger than any of us."

"But you are forgetting something or someone Bristol. He isn't stronger than you."

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of! How do you expect me to protect a whole world from millions of vampires?"

Instead of Lynus, speaking it was Jeremiah this time. "We were kind of hoping you could figure that out."

I was dumb-founded, sitting there in disbelief. "So this is it, huh? This is your big plan to save the world, to put one girl out there against a million. Well I will tell you what. It will not work, none of it will work. You're both pathetic."

I stood up a slammed my chair against the table, sending tiny splinters of wood everywhere. "I'm sick of this. I am sick of being scared, and hurt and angry. I am sick of not knowing what to do or where to go. I am sick of both of you acting as if we do not even have a war to deal with. Lynus you should not be stuck up your girlfriend's butt all the time. Jeremiah you should not be so happy. This is not funny, humorous, or okay. NONE of it is okay. This is bad and serious and you should treat it like it is."

Lynus grabbed my arm and tried to pull me close, but I was not going to let him. I could feel the magic radiating through me, begging to get out begging for an escape. It had been so long, my veins pulsed with excitement and a grin lit my lips. "Not again. Exspalabee Procalatus."

Lynus's face contorted in pain and a shrill scream escaped his lips. I held my hand out twisting it, which in return twisted Lynus. He lay in a shriveled ball at the end of my feet, still screaming.

The room suddenly turned icy and the lights began to flicker. I knew it was Jeremiah, he was begging me to stop. He knew I was going to kill Lynus if I did not. Transparent figures began to surround me and Lynus taking place in a circle formation. They were kids, no older than nine but no younger than seven.

I tried to block them out, focusing on Lynus.

Then they all opened their mouths at the same time. Different voices of my loved ones filled the air calling my name. One was the most haunting, one stood out. It was Blake's. My head throbbed; every time someone called my name, I heard something pop inside my head. Was it my sanity? I was not sure.

The air around me swirled from rain into snow.Jeremiah's powers never failed to amaze me.

I stopped reciting the spell and fell to the ground clutching my head. "I'm so sorry Bristol." Jeremiah fell to the ground beside me, weeping, horrified at what he had done to me.

Such a delicate soul, such vulnerability.

Blake's voice still haunted my head, ringing out, crying, and pleading. I cried out in pain an agonizing whimper escaped my mouth. "Make it stop," I begged Jeremiah.

He let his head hang low. "I can't Bristol, I'm so sorry. I should have never."

I was in too much pain to respond. It was not Blake's voice that hurt; it was the pain that came with it. Not a mental hurt but a physical one. It was like breaking an arm repeatedly. Excruciating, throbbing, and ever lasting.

"I'll go find someone to help. I promise."

I moaned and rolled over to see Lynus laying in the same fetal position he was before. His eyes, like mine, held pain and shock. I could not stand to watch someone I used to love so intently, look at me as he was. "I'm sorry," I sobbed.

Blood rolled down his nose and onto the floor underneath us. I watched the tiny dots, drip slowly onto the floor. The smell hit me like an explosion and I realized how hungry I was.

Self-control.

I replayed in my head, repeatedly.

You cannot hurt him.

My throat said otherwise. The burning did not recede it just added to the pain in my head. I scooted closer to Lynus, until I could touch his face with my nose. I needed his blood; I would only take a little.

"Please, don't hurt me." His words came across as only a whisper but they were loud and clear.

I was monster and he was scared of me.

They struck me harder than anything did, anyone had ever said to me before. I let tears roll down my face as I cried into his shoulder. The blood was intoxicating.

"Don't do it Bristol." Blake's voice sounded in my head, causing a new flame of pain to soar through my head.

I looked at Lynus; his normally tan face was now a paler white than I had ever seen in my life. He was dying, quickly. I had to save him, even if that meant sacrificing me.

I knew just the way to do that too, I placed my lips onto his. Every memory of ours came rushing to me in frantic slideshow, every laugh, every kiss, every hug. Just as soon as it started, it ended. The slideshow was gone, replaced by a white glow so bright it blinded me. Then I was left with nothing.

No thoughts, no sounds, no memories, just nothingness. 

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