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to make it,
until yesterday. I’ve done nothing but make potions, create spells, and—shit—pray,
which is something I haven’t done in a while.”
“Witches
pray?” I asked, hoping to make the topic lighter.
“Shut
up, smartass. Just tell me what happened, please.” She laughed, finally
calming down.
“Well,
I followed them from Lyal’s, just like I was supposed to do, and his damn
cousin was taking forever to leave the group, so when we got to the dead zone—”
I said as Claire interrupted.
“The
dead zone?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
I then went on to tell her everything that had happened in the fight with the
vampires and werewolf. She laughed when I told her about the double staking,
said she was going to put it in her record books.
“So,
wait though—from everything you’ve told me about your injuries, you should be
dead. Guess that was the best potion I’ve made to date!” she said.
“Well,
there was one more odd thing though,” I said as I recalled those deep, ruby
eyes. “Right after I dropped my phone, I remembered my body starting to
collapse. I waited to feel the impact of the ground, but it never came. So I
forced my eyes open one last time, to see two ruby-black eyes staring at me…and
now I’m on your couch.”
“But
I thought you said there were only three of them?” Claire asked as I was
thinking the same thing.
“There
was, but right after I called you and felt like I was going to pass out, I don’t
know, I just remember these eyes. I probably just hit my head really hard when
I fell to the cement. My head was fighting off the urge to pass out long
before I called you, and I know I got all the undeads that were there.” I
shivered, thinking about the eerie beauty of the eyes that wouldn’t leave my
head, even as I tried to logically tell myself they hadn’t existed.
“Yeah,
you were probably just dreaming because you hit your head so hard. If there
was anything else there, it would have killed you instantly. You were barely
breathing when I got there. You were mumbling a bit just now when I tried to
wake you,” Claire said.
“Wonderful.
Well, I’m going to go back to sleep now,” I said, closing my eyes, not wanting
to think any more about how close I had been to death. No matter what I tried
to think of though, I couldn’t stop thinking about those eyes that were in my
dream. They were beautiful, but dangerous. A color I had not seen before on
any undead, so that has to prove that I’d imagined it. If they were real, the
thing would have definitely killed me. Or so I thought.
Chapter 9
Caloman
As
I drove to work the morning after I awoke from the werewolf incident, I
remember feeling slightly nervous. I mean, the job really only meant a
paycheck to me, but I’d missed a pretty crucial week. When I left there last
Friday, we were just about to finish up the final ideas and present a proposal to
the large client we were trying to sign. It was basically done when I’d left,
but I was supposed to be the one who presented the proposal to the company,
because I had come up with it. Claire, thankfully, had called in for me,
claiming to be my aunt, and told them I had the swine flu, which was a health
scare at the time. I had my forged doctor’s note with me, to give to my boss
to reassure the excuse, but I still felt guilty. However, if they knew the
real reason I was out, they wouldn’t believe it anyway.
I
parked my car in the parking garage and dragged my heavy, guilty feet in. The
first person I saw was Lori—of course. Freaking Lori Otar—or, as I liked to
call her, the office skank-face. I liked to call her that, because I’d heard—and
witnessed events of—how she would achieve her client-base. She also liked to
constantly have her face up my boss’s ass.
“Nice
to see you, Caylee. You look so healthy,” said Lori. God, she was such a
bitch. “You’re lucky you got
until yesterday. I’ve done nothing but make potions, create spells, and—shit—pray,
which is something I haven’t done in a while.”
“Witches
pray?” I asked, hoping to make the topic lighter.
“Shut
up, smartass. Just tell me what happened, please.” She laughed, finally
calming down.
“Well,
I followed them from Lyal’s, just like I was supposed to do, and his damn
cousin was taking forever to leave the group, so when we got to the dead zone—”
I said as Claire interrupted.
“The
dead zone?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
I then went on to tell her everything that had happened in the fight with the
vampires and werewolf. She laughed when I told her about the double staking,
said she was going to put it in her record books.
“So,
wait though—from everything you’ve told me about your injuries, you should be
dead. Guess that was the best potion I’ve made to date!” she said.
“Well,
there was one more odd thing though,” I said as I recalled those deep, ruby
eyes. “Right after I dropped my phone, I remembered my body starting to
collapse. I waited to feel the impact of the ground, but it never came. So I
forced my eyes open one last time, to see two ruby-black eyes staring at me…and
now I’m on your couch.”
“But
I thought you said there were only three of them?” Claire asked as I was
thinking the same thing.
“There
was, but right after I called you and felt like I was going to pass out, I don’t
know, I just remember these eyes. I probably just hit my head really hard when
I fell to the cement. My head was fighting off the urge to pass out long
before I called you, and I know I got all the undeads that were there.” I
shivered, thinking about the eerie beauty of the eyes that wouldn’t leave my
head, even as I tried to logically tell myself they hadn’t existed.
“Yeah,
you were probably just dreaming because you hit your head so hard. If there
was anything else there, it would have killed you instantly. You were barely
breathing when I got there. You were mumbling a bit just now when I tried to
wake you,” Claire said.
“Wonderful.
Well, I’m going to go back to sleep now,” I said, closing my eyes, not wanting
to think any more about how close I had been to death. No matter what I tried
to think of though, I couldn’t stop thinking about those eyes that were in my
dream. They were beautiful, but dangerous. A color I had not seen before on
any undead, so that has to prove that I’d imagined it. If they were real, the
thing would have definitely killed me. Or so I thought.
Chapter 9
Caloman
As
I drove to work the morning after I awoke from the werewolf incident, I
remember feeling slightly nervous. I mean, the job really only meant a
paycheck to me, but I’d missed a pretty crucial week. When I left there last
Friday, we were just about to finish up the final ideas and present a proposal to
the large client we were trying to sign. It was basically done when I’d left,
but I was supposed to be the one who presented the proposal to the company,
because I had come up with it. Claire, thankfully, had called in for me,
claiming to be my aunt, and told them I had the swine flu, which was a health
scare at the time. I had my forged doctor’s note with me, to give to my boss
to reassure the excuse, but I still felt guilty. However, if they knew the
real reason I was out, they wouldn’t believe it anyway.
I
parked my car in the parking garage and dragged my heavy, guilty feet in. The
first person I saw was Lori—of course. Freaking Lori Otar—or, as I liked to
call her, the office skank-face. I liked to call her that, because I’d heard—and
witnessed events of—how she would achieve her client-base. She also liked to
constantly have her face up my boss’s ass.
“Nice
to see you, Caylee. You look so healthy,” said Lori. God, she was such a
bitch. “You’re lucky you got
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