laughed, a
cruel sound, and the flames dissolved with a brilliant puff of red smoke. The
screams faded, replaced by gasping sobs, as Erin collapsed in the cage.
“Do you know what happens to a vampire when
they are in pain?” Tristan asked, watching the screen intently. Amelia
couldn’t answer. She couldn’t say it out loud. But Tristan obviously could.
“It’s really quite entertaining to watch. Erin may try and fight the hunger,
and she might succeed for a day, maybe two, but soon she won’t be able to
control herself, and with her being so young, she won’t be able to just take a
little sip.”
“You can’t do this!” Amelia screamed. She
thrashed about uselessly in the bed, trying to break free.
“I’m just taking care of my soulmate,
Amelia. I thought you of all people would understand. The poor thing needs
blood, so I’m handing her a perfectly good meal on a silver platter.” He
grinned and slipped out of the door, calling over his shoulder, “Enjoy the
show.” And then the door shut with a loud click.
CHAPTER 7
Sally was definitely eccentric. Mitchell
figured that was the nicest way to describe her, although it didn’t really
cover the whole of her unique personality quite right. When she had said that
there was something he needed to know about Amelia’s past lives, she wasn’t
kidding. But the thing was, she hadn’t just recounted the past, which she
claimed that Amelia’s mother had shown her, but she had acted it out, toying
with magic to paint the scene, and she projected it on the wall as if they had
been watching a movie on a large screen in the theater. And she had done it
with an oddball kind of smile that clearly showed she wasn’t entirely there, or
here, for that matter.
“Does she know?” Mitchell asked, still
trying to wrap his head around the farfetched tale. He wasn’t the only one.
Luke, Lola, Angelle, Eric, Tyler; they all looked skeptical. Mitchell had
always known that Amelia had a complicated past. Her troubles with magic, the
way she fought the bond, her acceptance issues. All the signs were there. But
this…this was more than complicated.
“Yes, although I don’t think she realizes
she does yet,” Sally replied, as that oddball smile spread across her face
again. It was almost as if in some sick way she enjoyed watching them all
squirm. “But I assure you that the memories are there. She just needs to look
for them.” She eyed Mitchell, with a strange intensity, and laughed, clapping
her hands together in excitement. “I’m quite pleased at how calm you are. I
expected to die the moment I walked through your door.”
Mitchell scrubbed at his face and ran his
fingers roughly through his hair. He guessed it was a fair statement, and he
figured he probably deserved it, but really, did everyone think he was a loose
cannon? Sure, he had made some mistakes where Amelia was concerned, but
really, did his mind-set from the last eight months wipe away all the good he
had done in the eight hundred years before that? And aside from that, there
was no denying that she was a powerful witch. She had already knocked him off
balance and paralyzed him. He wasn’t entirely sure that he could kill her,
even if he had wanted to. He sighed loudly and said, “The last time Amelia
went missing it was someone that I wanted to kill that helped me save her. I
figured I should hear you out before ripping out your throat.”
The color drained from the psychic’s face,
and she shifted in her seat nervously. It made Mitchell wonder if she really
was as strong as she was trying to portray. Could the little show of power
have drained her already? The nervousness didn’t last though, and she
shrugged. “Like I said before, you’re just a big old teddy bear, and something
tells me you don’t actually enjoy killing like most vampires. You’re in touch
with Amelia’s humanity, and it’s stronger
cruel sound, and the flames dissolved with a brilliant puff of red smoke. The
screams faded, replaced by gasping sobs, as Erin collapsed in the cage.
“Do you know what happens to a vampire when
they are in pain?” Tristan asked, watching the screen intently. Amelia
couldn’t answer. She couldn’t say it out loud. But Tristan obviously could.
“It’s really quite entertaining to watch. Erin may try and fight the hunger,
and she might succeed for a day, maybe two, but soon she won’t be able to
control herself, and with her being so young, she won’t be able to just take a
little sip.”
“You can’t do this!” Amelia screamed. She
thrashed about uselessly in the bed, trying to break free.
“I’m just taking care of my soulmate,
Amelia. I thought you of all people would understand. The poor thing needs
blood, so I’m handing her a perfectly good meal on a silver platter.” He
grinned and slipped out of the door, calling over his shoulder, “Enjoy the
show.” And then the door shut with a loud click.
CHAPTER 7
Sally was definitely eccentric. Mitchell
figured that was the nicest way to describe her, although it didn’t really
cover the whole of her unique personality quite right. When she had said that
there was something he needed to know about Amelia’s past lives, she wasn’t
kidding. But the thing was, she hadn’t just recounted the past, which she
claimed that Amelia’s mother had shown her, but she had acted it out, toying
with magic to paint the scene, and she projected it on the wall as if they had
been watching a movie on a large screen in the theater. And she had done it
with an oddball kind of smile that clearly showed she wasn’t entirely there, or
here, for that matter.
“Does she know?” Mitchell asked, still
trying to wrap his head around the farfetched tale. He wasn’t the only one.
Luke, Lola, Angelle, Eric, Tyler; they all looked skeptical. Mitchell had
always known that Amelia had a complicated past. Her troubles with magic, the
way she fought the bond, her acceptance issues. All the signs were there. But
this…this was more than complicated.
“Yes, although I don’t think she realizes
she does yet,” Sally replied, as that oddball smile spread across her face
again. It was almost as if in some sick way she enjoyed watching them all
squirm. “But I assure you that the memories are there. She just needs to look
for them.” She eyed Mitchell, with a strange intensity, and laughed, clapping
her hands together in excitement. “I’m quite pleased at how calm you are. I
expected to die the moment I walked through your door.”
Mitchell scrubbed at his face and ran his
fingers roughly through his hair. He guessed it was a fair statement, and he
figured he probably deserved it, but really, did everyone think he was a loose
cannon? Sure, he had made some mistakes where Amelia was concerned, but
really, did his mind-set from the last eight months wipe away all the good he
had done in the eight hundred years before that? And aside from that, there
was no denying that she was a powerful witch. She had already knocked him off
balance and paralyzed him. He wasn’t entirely sure that he could kill her,
even if he had wanted to. He sighed loudly and said, “The last time Amelia
went missing it was someone that I wanted to kill that helped me save her. I
figured I should hear you out before ripping out your throat.”
The color drained from the psychic’s face,
and she shifted in her seat nervously. It made Mitchell wonder if she really
was as strong as she was trying to portray. Could the little show of power
have drained her already? The nervousness didn’t last though, and she
shrugged. “Like I said before, you’re just a big old teddy bear, and something
tells me you don’t actually enjoy killing like most vampires. You’re in touch
with Amelia’s humanity, and it’s stronger
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