HAPPY HALLOWEEN

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! It's been a great day, I'm really tired, but I'm registered for classes next semmester. I therefore finished writing this in celebration. Have chapter 27

Chapter twenty-seven

I flinched away from the chilled edge of the sheet, rolling back into the warmth of the bed, and collided with something. My body froze up; I was lying next to something warm. My head throbbed and my muscles screamed in protest as I adjusted myself in the bed. Moving was certainly not an option. My mouth felt parched, dry as a destert in endless famine, and my brain felt as if it had been replaced by cottonballs with needles hidden in the soft downy puffs. I needed to figure out what was next to me, but my eyelids felt heavy and refused to open. Why does everything hurt so much? I moaned to myself. I wanted to go back to sleep. Sleep away the pain and the heaviness. I let out a deep labored breath, feeling my chest collapse quicker than it had risen. Blinking a few, albeit difficult, times, I managed to get my eyes open just enough to take in the room around me. I was staring at a dark mahogany ceiling, a sliver of light creeping into the corner of my vision. It burned my eyes, so I quickly shut them, and rolled painfully onto my side, feeling my insides do and awful flip.


I felt like vomiting. Why did I feel so awful? My recolection of the night before was fuzzy. I vaugely remembered being with someone... Suddenly there was a hand on my hip. My bare hip. My eyes shot open; I felt then like I had been hit by a truck and survived. When my head stopped spinning and I could see straight, my stomach dropped. Vance's bright blue eyes and signature smirk greeted me from the pillow beside mine.

"Good morning, beautiful." he purred.

I swallowed, trying to think of something to say. My thoughts were jumbled and incoherant, even to me.

"M'rning..." Something told me I should be more concerned about lying here in bed with Vance, but I couldn't be bothered with anything but getting rid of the awful stinging in my head.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice smirked for him. "No offense, but you look awful."

"I feel awful..." I muttered, curling into him, and then my brain made the connection. We were naked. I went stiff, and he could feel it. "Vance. What happened last night?"

"You told me about your problems back home, we heard about Tony's accident..." he paused, allowing me to process the information, which made for a few tears sliding down mhy cheeks. I remembered calling my mom and learning about Tony's death. Then I cried in Vance's arms for who knows how long. Then things started to get fuzzy. "We had a few drinks and came upstairs, and you asked me to unlock your powers."

"My... powers? Vance, that's the worst euphimism for sex I've ever heard."

"It's not a euphimism, love." He touched a finger to my temple, and my thoughts were suddenly clear. "It's reality. I helped you unlock your powers last night. The sex was just the route we chose to take."

I remembered now. I remembered everything; my face flushed. Vance truly had unlocked my powers. The air didn't feel charged anymore. It felt like I could unthread the molecules in the air. Everything was heightened--including the aches in my muscles-- and I felt as if I had been reborn. He had explained that I was a sorceress, an ancient one that had been forced to be reincarnated every one-hundred years or so depending on the life, and at this point in this life, my powers were beginning to manifest. He helped me awaken them, and explained that the memories of my past lives would slowly begin to come to my rememberance. My past lives with him. I was meant to be with him, we were created for each other. He had said one other thing before I had fallen asleep. "Stitch will try to destroy us if he finds out. You must not let on that you have unlocked your powers until I can teach you to properly use them." Last night I had a nightmare about a past life. I was being burned at the stake, and in the crowd, Stitch watched, a wicked smile on his face.

"I remember now... that's so cool!" Excitement rushed through my body, and despite the hurt, I enjoyed the feeling. "But how am I supposed to avoid letting Stitch know I can use my powers?"

He kissed my head, and the groggy feeling came back. "With a hangover, it will be the perfect disguise. We'll work out a better plan later."

I could barely see the clock over his shoulder. "Crap!" I pushed myself away from him, shivering from the sudden cold. "I'm late for class!" I threw my clothes back on, having to hunt around the room for some of them, and ran out the door.

Vance joined me moments later, having suddenly appeared at my side. He swept up my bags and helped me out the door. I labored to drag myself sluggishly to the car, wishing I didn't have to deal with the hangover, but if it was the only way to keep Stitch from knowing, then so be it. He tossed my bags into the back and crossed over to help me into the car. The second we were situated, he ripped out of the driveway and raced toward the school. We arrived in record time, much to the displeasure of my throbbing head. When we arrived at the school, Vance pulled right up to the doors and helped me out. He kissed my forehead and told me he would take my bags to my room. I nodded, and moved as quickly as I could to my class.

Arriving nearly an hour late, I slipped into the back of the lecture hall and slumped over onto the table.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss Price," Mr. Lauri said loudly, drawing all the attention in the room to me.

Jay, sitting two rows in front of me, turned around. He seemed relieved, but disappointed. Moments later I got a text message. Where were you last night? We looked everywhere for you. What did I tell him? It would be obviously a lie if I said I was home, but I couldn't tell him I was with Vance either. So my response was this: I'll explain everything later. He didn't reply, just shook his head disapprovingly. I set my head down on the table again and listened idly to the lecture until I got another text message. This time it was from Daniel. Girl, you look like you've been hit by the hangover train. A weak smile crossed my lips. You know it. I replied. Once class had ended I slipped out of the room before Jay could catch up. This was going to be a long day.

Having a hangover was the one thing I didn't miss about my darker days. The hangovers... the highs... they all brought lows, and this was definitely one of those lows. I'd never felt so awful since I cleaned myself out. It had been a long process, and I had just destroyed everything I worked for. Never touching that stuff again. Ever. I told myself, running a hand through my hair. It was entertaining how quickly my resolve had fallen apart. It only took a drink and I had ruined two things in my life. One, I had tasted alcohol again after three years, and two, I had sex with someone outside of marriage. My mom had always raised me to be abstinent until I was married, and here I was no longer a virgin. I couldn't tell her either, that was the worst part. With this thought, and many others, I had drifted from class to class in what seemed like a haze, barely aware of what was going on around me. I knew people could tell I was hungover, but I didn't care. It wasn't something I was proud of, but I couldn't let Stitch know what had happened. He would destroy me. That was what Vance had told me, and I believed him. Vance had told me the truth when Stitch had kept that from me, despite knowing all along what was happening with me.


He had given me that butterfly necklace as a way to keep track of me, to halt my magical development, and stupidly I had worn it, thinking it was nothing more than a kind gesture. I could never have been more wrong.
All this time I had let his magic blind me into thinking he was the perfect stranger, and I had fallen for him. But none of that was real; it had all been a lie. And now, I had awakened from the dream and could see clearly through the haze, and Stitch was the enemy. He would always be the enemy.

After classes I had dragged myself up to my dorm, and had barely taken a step through the door before

Kitty assulted me, slapping me on the shoulder with a dour glare.

"Where in the name of all that is holy were you last night?" She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You leave with Vance and then just don't come home? Excuse me for being suspicious, but what on earth happened? You've got a hangover, so explain yourself miss."

I glared, pushing past her. "You're not my mother," I grouched.

She grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look at her. Only then did I notice the others sitting in the living room. "Explain. Now."

"I don't have time to explain this. Besides, it's none of your concern." The thought of Tony's death came to my memory and I started to tear up. "You wouldn't care."

"I think you would be surprised, Laela. Just tell me what happened."

I felt the tears slip down my cheeks, making the pounding in my head return. The room started to spin, and I knew I needed to sit down, but I wouldn't sit out here where they could continue to harass me. I shook my head, and turned for my room again. This time Kitty let me take a few steps before blocking my path. She said nothing, just gazed at me with stern eyes. I couldn't tell them about Vance and I, but I could tell them about Tony. That would keep them from asking many more questions until I was ready to answer them. As my emotions got the better of me, the sky outside darkened, and a storm hit almost instantaneously. Fearing they would become suspicious, I thought back to the weather today. It had been glum, and the sky threatened rain at any moment, so I couldn't be sure if the rain had been caused by me, or if the weather had occured normally. Cam and Stitch glanced out the window, and then at me.

"What's wrong?" This time the voice was Cam's. "Laela, you can tell us. We're your mates, we'll listen."

"It's Tony..." I choked. "He's..." I couldn't finish. I couldn't say the word. It seemed too soon for him to be gone. I fished my phone out of my pocket and handed it to Kitty after pulling up the message from my mother. "I was with Vance...and my mom... she...I couldn't come back....too hard." I sobbed.

She read it to herself, and gasped, her hand flying to her chest. "Oh Laela," Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry."

She opened her arms and I threw myself into them, losing all control. She rubbed my back in slow circles, holding me close to her. My body shook with uncontrolled sobs, and the rain outside grew heavier. The boys had remained in the living room, just looking at us, waiting for an answer. After a long moment, Kitty pulled back and told me to go take a shower and let the warm water wash away everything. Nodding, I wiped away the black film that had been left on my cheeks from my mascara and ducked into my room. As I closed the door, I heard Kitty tell the others.

"Tony is dead, she found out last night."

There was a gasp from the group as I stepped into the bathroom. Stripping down I set my phone on the counter. It buzzed, sending it onto the floor from the force of the vibration. The unknown number. It was back. A loss of control only leads to loss of much more. Your emotions can't get the better of you. Who was this?! And why the heck were they just assuming they knew me? How would they know if I had lost control unless... Stitch. I left the phone on the counter and stepped into the shower, glaring at the wall. The water felt wonderful against my skin. It loosened the tightness in my muscles, and allowed me to relax.
For a moment until my phone started buzzing incessantly. With a glare I stepped out of the shower and lifted the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice was flat, and hopefully unentertained.

"How's the head?" It was Vance. "You wouldn't happen to be responsible for the storm outside, would you?"

Somehow I felt a smile creep onto my face. "Maybe? Could I do that? You know, control the weather?"

"One day, you'll be able to control it better, but yes." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Are you busy?"

"No, I just got out of the shower. I told everyone about Tony..."

"I'll be over in twenty minutes, wear something warm." The phone clicked off, and I smiled, rushing into my room.

I rummaged through my things for a shred of warm clothing. Coming from Florida hadn't left me with many winter clothes, but I had a few I had accumulated from the few weeks a year we spent in Wisconsin with my grandmother. I threw on a sweater and some skinny jeans and my boots and grabbed a jacket just in case.
Turning for the door I heard it open and Kitty stepped inside, with Jay and the others in tow.

"Laela, are you okay?" She asked. "Where are you going?"

"Out. I... I need to go somewhere less crowded to think..." I replied lamely. My lip twitched, like it always did when I lied.

"Where are you going?" Cam asked, "You hardly know the town."

"I'm just going for a walk. I don't really have a destination, jeez, lay off would you?"

He threw his hands up in front of him. "I'm sorry... goodness."

They stood in the door of the room for a good ten minutes, just staring at me in silence. I fidgeted, uncomfortable from their stares. Why were they looking at me like that? It was as if they were waiting for me to tell them what I was really up to. But I wouldn't tell them. I couldn't tell them. They didn't have magic like I did. They weren't one of us. But Stitch was, and I needed to be careful. There was a quick rap on the door to the apartment. Cam stepped out of the back and around the corner; I heard Vance's voice and I knew my lie had been unravelled. Cam came into the room, standing behind Vance as if he were somehow inferior to him. Vance smiled at me, his eyes were warm and welcoming.

"Ready to go, love?" he asked me, extending his hand toward me.

I glanced at the others in the room, sensing their disappointment. But there was one other thing I could feel. It was a deep feeling, like there was pressure building up in my chest that couldn't be released. It made me feel sick and dizzy; I put my hand on my stomach, glancing at Vance, and then at Stitch. My eyes locked with Stitch's, and for a moment it seemed that everything had stopped. His eyes grew wide with sudden realization.

He knew.

Vance took my hand and lead me out the door. But one thought haunted me now.

He knew.

So I'm up in Park City for UEA, and you're all going to be shocked by this.... save Erin. I complain to her daily. I'M BORED. It seems like there's really nothing to do here. No one to talk to besides the family, and I've yet to find a cute boy to stare at while I've been hanging out in the hot tub. On the less boring side, I watched the Nordic Ski Club team train for the Olympics today when we went to the Olympic Park. If you don't know what the Nordic jump is, it's the one where they go down that really steep hill, jump off and lean way forward with their skiis in a V for distance. It's what you can play on Wii Sports. It was amazing to watch them jump! And the best part is, it didn't have to be snowing for them to practice, so I wasn't freezing!!! Anyway, here's chapter twenty-six.


Chapter twenty-six
　
Stepping off the plane, London seemed a more welcoming place than it had the first time. I wasn't looking for someone, wasn't meeting someone, but walked off the plane as if I had lived here for years. Our group gathered our luggage and left the building, getting no further than twenty feet out the door before we met a familiar face.

Parked at the curb was a sleek black Corvette, and in the driver seat, relaxing against the door, was Vance. He tipped his head, looking over the top of his dark aviators, smiling; his smile however wasn't for everyone. Just me. Cam walked around the back of the car and tossed his bags into the back seat. Vance's smile faultered for a moment, but it came back quickly.

"'Ello, love." he said, addressing me, "Care for a lift?"

I glanced around. Stitch was stiff, as he always was when Vance came around, and Kitty seemed bitter, which was unusual. I hadn't seen her act like that around Vance before; she had always been polite around him.

"We were just going to hail a cab," I said weakly. His words from my dream echoed in my head again. Yes, love. I will always answer your questions. No matter which lifetime we're in. I still needed answers. I didn't know if he would be able to answer them, but he was all I had.

"You want to ride back to the school in a smelly cab?" He shrugged, leaning forward and turning the key.

The engine roared. "Suit yourself,"

Get in the car. The little voice that acted irrationally was back. It always came back when he was around.

Nervously, I glanced at Stitch. He was watching me, waiting to see what my discision was. In the split second of indescision I tossed my bags into the back seat and opened the door and slipped in. Vance glanced at Cam's bags, and then at Cam, still standing by the back door. Cam rolled his eyes and heaved his bags out of the car, and no sooner than his foot touched the curb Vance had sped out of the drive. The wind whipped my hair around my face. I reveled in the sensation. I loved convertables.

"Enjoy your time back home?" Vance asked, glancing over at me.

I sighed. "Most of it, yeah." I replied.

"Most of it? What didn't you enjoy?"

"There was just some drama, nothing major."

"That's not what I heard," He glanced at me again, knowing I was hiding something.

I could see the school coming up; it was now or never. "Well I'd love to know what you heard, just not here.
Is there somewhere we can go? I don't really want to be around the others right now."

His smile widened. "My doors are always open for you, love." He sped past the school, waving at a group of girls on the corner.

We drove for another twenty minutes, leaving the bustling school town into a quieter private community. We drove down a long driveway, lined with tall thin trees toward a huge manor house.

"Do you live here?" I asked him, in awe of the house.

"Yes'm, my brother and sister and I." he replied, "Before you ask, my parents are alive and well. They hate each other, don't bother coming home, but pay the bills. We can't really complain."

We pulled up to the doors, parking at the bottom of the stairs. Vance got out of the car, walked around to my door and opened it, grabbing my bags and brought them inside with us.

"Looks like it's going to rain." he commented, looking up at the sky. The clouds had been slowly turning gray since we left the airport.

He set my bags by the door, and offered me his hand. Thinking nothing of it, I put my hand in his, and let him lead me into the house. It was large, just as Stitch's had been. I wondered vaugely for a moment if their families had always been rich. With houses like these, the answer was probably yes. He walked close to me, holding my hand against his side, smiling. As we walked, he explained that the house had been given to his mother by their grandmother, and after his parents began fighting it became a place they couldn't stand. So, they gave it to the kids and went off on their own to do heaven knows what.

"Do you ever get lonely?" I asked as we entered a large kitchen.

"I used to, but now I just roll with it." He sighed, "Its not so bad, I've got plenty of friends."

"And loads of ways to entertain yourself, isn't that right, brother." Another voice had entered the conversation. It wasn't one I recognized. I turned around to find another boy standing in the corner of the room, leaning against the doorframe. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling. I half expected him to bow. "I'm Jack. Vance's older, and more attractive brother."

I blushed. "It's nice to meet, you. I'm Laela."

Vance glared. "Hardly appropriate behavior, Jack." His voice sounded cold, but a hint of a playful challenge lay beneath it. "I've got no intention of letting this girl go." He gave my hand a squeeze.

I blushed, realizing my hand was still in his. He could sense my surprise, and winked, causing me to blush deeper. Jack crossed the room, a contemplative smirk on his lips. He stepped up to the counter, grabbed an apple and tossed it into the air before taking a bite. His blue eyes sparkled, just as Vance's did when he entertained a private thought. I stared at him. He looked vaugely familiar, as if I had seen him before, perhaps just in passing, but I couldn't help but think I knew him. Like Vance, his eyes were deep and penetrating blue, his skin was perfect, but unlike his brother , Jack's hair was dark brown.

"I'm sorry, but have I met you before?" I asked, stepping away from Vance, and toward the counter.

"Perhaps once or twice," Jack replied, taking another large bite from his apple. "Why haven't you ever said hello?"

"I--"


"Don't you have to get to work, Jack?" Vance growled, nodding his head toward the door.

Jack turned to look at the clock against the wall, sighed and took another bite as he walked around the counter and out of the room. Vance sighed, loudly, and walked to the fridge as thunder rumbled overhead.

"Hungry? Long flights always make me hungry." He asked, rifling through the shelves.

With the mention of food, I realized how hungry I actually was. "Yes, actually." I chuckled, putting my hand on my stomach.

"Any preferences?" Lightning cracked, "I'm a good cook, you don't have to be worried about anything."

"I'm up for anything, surprise me."

His eyes narrowed as he smiled mischeviously. "Whatever you say, love." He began pulling things out of the fridge and pantry. "Now, while I cook, why don't you tell me what's bothering you."

"Well, I told you there was some drama..." I sighed. "I came home excited to see my friends, to see my family, but most of all I was excited to see Tony." A lump rose in my throat thinking about Tony. I could feel the tears coming on; I wasn't going to cry in front of Vance. "So one morning I decided to surprise my friends by showing up at school during their lunch break. Everyone was there, well everyone but Tony. He got there soon enough, and I was so overjoyed when I saw him, I ran to him, like they do in the movies, and we kissed and I thought he was stiff, but I thought it was just because he was surprised to see me. Turns out that wasn't the only reason. All of the sudden Victoria, a girl I shared all my secrets with... my best friend..." I felt tears slip down my cheeks despite my efforts to keep them down, they began to flow heavily. "Tony--he was--he cheated on me with my bitch of an ex best friend!"

I curled over the counter and began sobbing. I hardly knew Vance and yet here I was bawling on his counter. He stepped away from the food and walked around the counter, took my shoulders in his hands and gently lifted me until I was looking at him. He smiled, wiped away the tears from my eyes and kissed the top of my head then went back to the food.

"I'm real sorry, love. Is there anything I can do?" he asked, stirring whatever he had in his pot.

I sniffed a few times. "Let me cry out all my problems on your counter?"

"Anything for you, Laela." his voice was so sincere I felt a warm rush come over me.

I blubbered to him about all of my problems and how I wished things could have gone differently. He listened, offering advice when he could between my sobs, and twenty minutes later sat down next to me with a bowl of amazing looking pasta. While I ate, he told me about one of his old girlfriends who had done the same thing. After his story, the two of us ate in relative silence. When I finished, the storm outside was raging; thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, rattling the windows. With a huge rumble of thunder I jumped, startled by the noise. Vance chuckled and helped me off the stool and into the living room where we sat together on the couch and I continued to cry into his chest. I curled into a ball, and was jabbed by my cell phone.
Yanking it out of my pocket, I realized I hadn't turned it on since we got off the plane.


As soon as my phone powered up, it exploded with messages. 52 new text messages, and seventeen missed calls. Holy crap, what's the emergency? I opened my inbox, and my world shattered. The first message was from my mother: Laela, I'm so sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, and have to tell you this way. Tony passed away today in a terrible accident. Please call me when you get this. I need to make sure you're okay. --Mom. I went into complete shock; I wouldn't believe that. Tony couldn't be dead. Shaking my head furiously, I quickly went through the rest of the messages. All of them said the same thing.
Tony was dead. Vance didn't say anything, but looked at me, searching for answers. I turned the screen of my phone toward him, showing him the message from my mother.

"Oh, Laela. I'm so sorry, are you... damn I know you're not okay. What can I do for you?" He closed me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest.

Everything hit me at once. My world shattered; I never thought anything like this could happen to me. I couldn't think. I wanted to die. I felt as if i were responsible for Tony's death. I bawled into his chest, clutching his shirt tightly in my hands. A sudden rush of emotions flooded over me. I went from feeling awful, to suddenly enraged. I wanted to destroy something, I wanted to throw somthing against a wall, break it, rip something to shreds. As the anger coursed through my veins my grip on his shirt tightened, and then something crazy happened. The glass cabinents in the kitchen shattered and the lightning intensified outside.
My head shot up off his chest, staring at the kitchen. Surprised by the destruction, Vance turned to look at the kitchen.

"What... just happened?" I asked. My head was buzzing. I felt like I was on drugs, and this was my high. My eyes were still clouded from the tears, which were still flowing, dispite my surprise.

He looked at me, a knowing smile on his face. "Laela, answer my next question honestly." His eyes were intense. "Something happened in Florida, and now you don't feel the same, right? Everything is suddenly more intense, right? The air feels charged with power. You feel powerful."

How did he know? Slowly I nodded my head, staring at him. "Yes, I don't know what it is, or how it happened, but I feel different now. Do you know what's happening to me?"

Without saying a word he stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Call your mother, talk to her, I'll clean up in here, and then we'll talk."

Absently I nodded, and dialed my mom's number. It rang a few times before she picked up. "Laela, baby, are you okay?" she asked before I could even get a word in.

"No, mom, I'm not." I admitted, and began bawling again. "What happened?"

She took a deep breath. "Tony was driving home from school and lost control of his car and spiraled into a power box. His car exploded on contact. If its any consolation, he died quickly."

I shook my head furiously, still unable to believe what had happened. Crashing into a powerbox and exploding? No one should die that way. "How's his family doing?" I asked, swiping furiously at the tears flowing down my cheeks. "When is the funeral?"

"His family is devistated. His mother is a wreck, and his father hasn't come out of the den since they came home from the morgue. They haven't set a date for the funeral, but we'll buy you a ticket to fly in for it."

I nodded, though I knew she couldn't see it. The storm raged outside the house, but it was nothing as compared to my inner storm. It was ripping me apart. I needed something to take all the pain away. To make it disappear.

"Thanks."

"Are you going to be okay? Do you have your friends around? Have Kitty give you a hug since I can't. I have to get back to work, but I'll have my phone. Call if you need anything."

"I will,"

"A long bubble bath should help, and some Ben and Jerry's. Goodbye honey. I love you."

"Love you too mom." I hung up and started crying agian. I couldn't keep it in. I threw myself onto the couch.

After who knows how long, Vance tapped my shoulder and sat down next to me. I sat up, wiping my eyes.
He handed me a glass with a small amount of deep red-brown liquid in it. I took it, staring at the glass. I hadn't had any alcohol since I had kicked my heroin habit. Those had been dark times, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go back.

"A drink helps every once in a while." Vance said, swallowing all the liquid in his glass. "Takes the mind off of your problems."

I swirled the liquid in the glass and raised it to my lips. It burned all the way down my throat. "What is this?"

"Burbon, it's all we drink here. Except Clarette. She prefers wine."

"Who's Clarette?" I took another drink. I could already feel the buzz. I had a low tolerance for alcohol, one or two drinks could get me completely wasted. I needed to be careful.

"My sister, she's around here somewhere." The thunder rumbled. "Drink, it will help."

Without much more thought, I finished the glass. He poured me some more, and finished off his second glass.

"You told me you felt different in Florida, and I'm going to tell you why. It's probably going to sound crazy, but trust me." He put his hand on my thigh, leaning in. His eyes were intensely sincere. I couldn't help but to believe him. "You're not human, Laela. You've got powers that no human could ever possess."

I took another drink. The buzz was stronger now. "You've said this to me before."

He looked taken aback. "I... what do yo mean?"

"In a dream I had. We were married, and you..." the burbon was already clouding my thoughts. "you were called Vincent, and I was Lilly or something.... you told me I was a powerful sorceress... more powerful than any other sorceress..." I hiccuped, taking another drink. "You promised to help me unlock my powers and we..." I could feel my cheeks turning red.

"That dream... did it feel any different from your other dreams?"

I thought for a moment, but thinking made my brain hurt. "I don't know. I've had lots of those dreams, but I
don't understand why."

"You will, I promise." His hand was on my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "I'll show you the answers."

He kissed me, his lips tasted like burbon and honey. Kissing him made my body feel electrified, empowered.
He took my empty glass and set it on the table without breaking the kiss and drew me closer. Somewhere in my mind I knew this was wrong. I had just lost Tony, I needed space to mourn, but it felt right. I breathed in, pressing myself closer to him until I had moved into his lap. I strattled his hips, putting both of my hands on the sides of his face, kissing him as if I had been doing this for hundreds of years. We felt right together, the way my body felt against his, his hands exploring my body, tangling his fingers into my hair. He pulled my elastic out, releasing my hair from the ponytail. My curls fell around my shoulders, and his hand curled into it.

We stayed like that for nearly an hour until the grandfather clock in the corner of the room chimed midnight. I broke away, staring at the clock. Vance picked up the bottle of burbon and took a swig, offering it to me with a smile. I took a long drink, wincing as the burn passed through my throat into my stomach. The room started to spin, and my head was cloudy. Vance began kissing my neck, drawing out a long moan from my throat. His hands rested on my hips.

"Laela, come with me." He whispered against my skin.

"Where?" I breathed, throwing my head back. He was quickly unbuttoning my cardigan, drawing it off my body and tossing it to the floor.

"Somewhere more private."

I nodded my head, and we stood up. I could hardly keep my balance, wobbling around, stumbling back and forth. He put his arm around my back, his other went quickly to my legs, lifting me off the floor and holding me to his chest. My arms went around his neck, and I kissed him again. He began walking, but didn't break away. I was impressed somewhere in my mind, but couldn't be bothered with anything but kissing him.
Before I realized it, we were in a dark room. He set me down on a bed, and moved on top of me. One hand was on my waist, and the other was beside my head, bracing him. His hand was warm against my bare skin as he slowly moved my cami upward. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it greedily upward. He smirked through his kiss, breaking away to throw his shirt to the floor. His body was hard with muscle. I shivered; he had moved my cami up around my neck, exposing my black lace bra. I sat up, pulling the top over my head and tossing it into the darkness. He pressed his body against mine, and my mind exploded. I craved him. I never wanted this sensation to end.

"Vance," I whispered breathily. He murmured against my skin. "You promised to show me..."

His lips moved down my jaw, travelling the length of my neck and down my chest. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach, and stopped to unbutton my pants.

"Then let me show you..."

IT LIVES!

Thanks to the genius of Erin's father, my computer has been resurrected, and (mostly) restored to its original splendor. So, as a celebration gift, I have written a pathetically short chapter twenty five. Enjoy my darlings!!!



Chapter twenty-five

Even through a mile and a half hike up to my favorite picknic spot I had yet to pry an answer out of Stitch and Kitty as to why I felt this way. They had remained unusually silent, which for Kitty meant keeping herself completely occupied with Jay on the way up. Stitch silently watched the wildlife, which at the moment consisted only of a flock of birds that circled overhead. Which left me one person, and one way to get what I wanted.


I turned to Cam, smiling playfully. "It's really muggy out here," I sighed, slipping my arm under his, and pressing my chest against his arm. "Don't you think?"

He glanced down, staring at my chest for a moment and then looked at the sky. "I suppose it's a bit muggy
here, but nothing I can't handle."

"The air doesn't feel... pressurized?" I was digging, and he could tell.


"Nope, just muggy." His eyes darted around as if searching for someone. "Are you feeling okay?"

I sighed. "No, that's just it. I don't feel the same now, and I need some answers."

He stiffened. "I'm sure it's just some leftover feelings from Tony. I'm probably not the best person to ask for advice on that subject. Have you tried Kitty?"

Deflected. With a grumbling sigh, I let go of him and sunk back on my butt on the blanket. Kitty and Jay were busy laughing and eating, Stitch had finished his food and was still staring up at the sky. A ghost of a smirk played at his lips. He was aware of my conversaion with Cam, and yet chose to pretend he had no idea what was going on. I rolled my eyes. This was getting ridiculous. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.

                                                         
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We returned home exhausted from a long day of exploring through marshes and trails; everyone hit the showers and went straight to bed. Except me. I couldn't figure it out... why did I feel so different all of the sudden? It was as if that kiss with Stitch had changed me, envigorated me, awakened me to some sudden realization, but it was so far distant in the haze of my existance that I had no idea if it were anything more than a dream. When I got to my room, I threw on my bikini and sundress and slipped quietly down the stairs. As I passed the guest room where Kitty was staying, I heard voices. At first I dismissed them, thinking it was Kitty and Jay, but the male voice didn't belong to Jay. It was Stitch's.


I paused to listen at the door.


"I don't understand that bit, explain it again?" Kitty asked.


"Which bit? The part about the memory capture, or regeneration?" Stitch responded.

Regeneration? What the heck are they talking about? I asked myself, daring to inch closer to the door.

"How it happened. I mean, that's some powerful stuff if it can lock up memory like that."

"That's not all it did, but I can't talk about that right now." Stitch paused, and I knew my eavesdropping had been discovered, so I quickly tiptoed away.

When I reached the hot tub, I didn't bother turning on the lights and just slipped inside. The water made my skin prickle, but the sensation was welcomed. With little to go on, finding out what had suddenly changed within me would make for a long week.
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As the week finally came to a close, and we had packed our bags to return again to England, my desperate plights for answers had turned up little as a result. My mom drove us back to the airport, and I could tell she was doing all she could to hold herself together for my friends' benefit. When we reached the airport, and had said our goodbyes, we made our way to the terminal, only to be greeted by one last farewell party.

Rush and the gang were waiting. Over the course of the week they had become good friends with my forein friends, and were just as sad to see us leaving as we were to leave them.

Rush gathered me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. "I'm going to miss you Laela," he whispered, kissing the top of my head. "I'll still be calling you every night."

I felt tears in my eyes. It was harder to say goodbye a second time. "I'll hold you to that." I choked out a laugh. "Bye Rush."

Keltie took the chance to smash me again as I was released by Rush, talking quickly in her high pitched distressed voice. She repeated again and again that she didn't want me to go, or if I had to, to take her with me, which made me giggle. Keltie would always be the over-dramatic one. Our flight was announced and we quickly made our way onto the plane. As I entered the door to board, I looked back over my shoulder to see my friends one final time. I smiled, waving, and instantly stopped, my arm dropping to my side and a scowl coming over my features as Tony stepped out from behind Rush. He smiled, and waved, but I promptly turned away and boarded the plane.

Walking up and down the isles, the stuardess smiled and relayed her memorized instructions. I could tell she hated her job; the smile was fake, her voice was strained, her eyes tired and puffy. She went through this every day, probably multiple times a day. I switched off my phone and relaxed into my seat. My life had changed so completely over the course of a week being home it had taken a lot out of me.

I could hear the howls of a beast outside my windows, peircing the night sky with its incessant calls.
The air in the room was chill with the icy breeze filtering under the wooden door and through the cracks in the stacked log walls. Though the air was chill, I felt none of it. The fire blazed away in the corner of the room. There was no need for a chimney, nor a designated fireplace as this fire was self contained, and would never die, nor become unruly. He had made it that way for me. He always did. I waited on a chair in nothing but my underclothes and a large blanket, curled into the large wooden chair he had carved for us. It alone could fit both of us, and Lupis--who made a more comfortable chair than the chair itself. always answer your questions. No matter which lifetime we're in."

The door burst open with a gust of wind and a flurry of snow as an abnormally large midnight black wolf trotted across the floor, followed by a tall man with curly blonde hair tied back in a panytail. He smiled at me, dropping his large cloak onto the floor and walking across the room. As he approached, the door swung closed of its own accord, leaving me stunned, as usual.

"Vincent, when are you ever going to teach me how to do that?" I asked as he bent to kiss me.

"Soon enough, pet." he whispered breathily, kissing me.

His lips were icy against mine. I pulled away quickly, putting my hand to my lips. "You're absolutely frigid. Don't touch me until you've warmed up." I pointed to the fire, the blanket slipping away to reveal my choice of clothing.

"Waiting in your undergarments, are we Lilly?"

My face turned red. "I'm not implying anything," I bit my lip. "Unless you want it to mean something."

He walked slowly over to the fire, smiling softly, a warm glitter in his eyes. "Always eager to please. That's one of the reasons I chose you for my bride in the beginning, I loved watching the smile that lit up your face when you helped a villager." His eyes shone with the ghost of the past. "You chose me this time, and for that, I will be eternally grateful,"

I slipped off the chair, stepping over Lupis, and padded across the floor. Opening the blanket I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing myself into his back. For a while we stood like that, content in our own little world by the fire. After I time I moved around to stand in front of him, still hugging his waist. He gently tugged the blanket out of my hands and took my hand in his, placing my other hand on his shoulder, and we began dancing. It wasn't uncommon for he and I to dance like this when we were alone. I knew he missed the big city, but when we married, he proposed that we move to the mountains, away from the bustling city. At times I wondered if he wanted to move here because of the elements, the beauty of nature, but other times I thought perhaps he was running from something.

"Vincent," I whispered, glancing up at him. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was listening. "You
said you would always answer my questions. Is that true?"

"Yes, love. I will

"Why do you always refer to us as lifetimes?"


His steps didn't miss a beat. "Because this lifetime will come to an end, and we'll be born again. And we'll love each other then, just as we do now."

"And in that lifetime I'll still be a sorceress?"

"You always have been, and always will be the most powerful sorceress the world has known."

This was what always confused me. If I was so powerful, why could I hardly cause a simple feather to levitate? "Why can't I use my powers?"

"Because they haven't been awakened yet." His eyes opened now, and he looked deep into my soul. "I
can do that for you, if you want."

We had stopped dancing.


"When?"


"Just say the word,"

"Now," I breathed, feeling his hands slip under the hem of my shirt, his fingers still cool against my skin.

Though we had been married for two months, we hadn't consumated our marriage. Vincent said it would be dangerous for us to do so until our cabin had been built and we were away from the humans. Now was that time. He would be the one to give me all the answers I needed. He always would.

The room faded away into a black smoky mist and the image was replaced by something more familiar. Vance.