Running FromMy Past...Literally
Chapter 20: Necromancy
Peace.
It was an odd feeling.
I was so used to my chaotic lifestyle of running away from people that it had taken me days to realise what it was. Logan’s house blocked out all of my traumatic experiences of the outside world, mainly because the cause of all of them weren’t in the house or anywhere near. The front door and the acres of wood surrounding the house cut off most contact with the external world.
This house was my haven...
But there was a limit...
It only took one stray thought to turn it into absolute hell. I couldn’t forget the fact that Daniel was in the house; I could imagine his disgusting smile as he leered at me, could imagine him calling me pathetic as he had in the past. The house was throbbing with emotional tension, so deep and so old that not many could remember the cause, like a history book pouring out memories. I didn’t know even half of the stories here, but all I knew was that there were many and that they were distressing.
Whilst trying to recover from a near emotional breakdown, this was not the ideal place to be. Especially when memories gulfed you at every doorway you walked through, every room you entered and every person you spoke to. It was definitely not the place to be.
I’d been here for two and a half days now and I hadn’t seen a hide nor a hair of the owner of the house, the other Alpha. Whenever I asked the others about the whereabouts of Logan, they’d shrug and admit they hadn’t a clue; it appeared all they knew was that he’d been gone two weeks and wouldn’t be returning for a few more. None of them seemed to think it was odd for an alpha to suddenly vanish without an explanation. Only me then.
When I wasn’t wondering over Logan’s disappearances, I thought about what Xavier had said. Was it really possible Jayden was dead? It was the first time I’d asked myself the question, constantly pushing it away from me, refusing to admit the blatant fact staring me in the face. Where would he have been for five years? Why hide from me? Did he lose his memory? Was he captured by the Hunters? Injured? The list was endless, but the most simple explanation was a simple idea so cruel and so upsetting that it refused to cross my mind.
And that was lie number one.
To say the possibility of Jayden’s death hadn’t crossed my mind would be completely wrong; the scars on my arms were only proof of that. Pushing the sleeves of my jumper up, I stared at the pale white lines criss-crossing my arms the faint reminder of the fact that the pain took it away. The simple sting of a knife buried my emotional turmoil. I wasn’t crazy or suicidal, but the release it gave me was always relaxing.
The people who self-harmed weren’t always people with nothing to live for or even people looking for an easy way out, but they had an issue, a problem and sometimes... they just had no one to support them in their time of need. The statistics say that 1 in 4 people self-harm within their lifetime, to say these people were insane would be to say that one quarter of the world’s population was in need of mental help. People dealt with pain in different ways, and this was how I dealt with mine.
It was my secret way of dealing with things... The main word being was.
Mark had discovered all the ‘pretty white lines’ as he’d called them, covering my body and frankly, I didn’t know how to deal with facing him. My first option was to avoid him, but that wasn’t likely to ever happen. There was no way I could avoid him if I continued to live at home... but if I moved? I instantly felt guilty as I thought about Lianne and Matt, who were probably worrying themselves about me.
Then I thought about Xavier’s kiss and knew I couldn’t stay here long without talking to him about that. Like Logan, I hadn’t seen Xavier since my arrival, he was most likely avoiding me. Oh well. To say Xavier had shocked me would be an understatement, I could still feel the buzz of alarm running through me at the thought of it. I didn’t love Xavier, far from it. I used to hate the guy; my opinion of him doesn’t just change overnight, he had a lot to make up for we were barely on speaking terms let alone kissing.
I heard a click, but was too snared in my thoughts to notice; I continued to stare at my fiddling fingers as my mind whirred over what I could do next. I’d already decided I’d have to leave soon, as much as it pained me to leave without seeing Logan I was sure I’d see him eventually.
I felt a small tingling invisible pressure wash over me, I pulled a face to myself. I was already sick to death of this unknown illness; God knows what was wrong with me. It just wasn’t natural, I ignored the nagging presence.
“It’s him, you know?”
I jumped, startled at the voice that seemed to appear out of nowhere. My hand flew to my chest as I tried to calm my frantic heart, I scanned the room. My gaze settled on the extravagantly dressed werewolf who sat relaxing in one of the other empty chairs, his legs crossed, his blue eyes pinned on me.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s the reason you’re ill,” Trey commented, faking idleness as he pretended to clean his nails; what gave him the way was the fact that he kept sneaking glances at my expression. I was beginning to think Trey was smarter than he appeared, and he knew a hell of a lot more than he was telling. I continued to stare at him in puzzlement, my brow furrowed. What was he on about?
As if reading my thoughts, he leant forward his eyes sparkling dangerously as he was about to reveal a dark secret.
“Jayden.”
That one word had me startled, of all the subjects he could chose he decided to discuss this.
“He’s the cause of your illness; the reason you’ve been passing out, throwing up, feeling dizzy and feeling as if you’ve being mentally punched. It’s been going on for a few weeks, hasn’t it?”
I froze. I hadn’t told anyone about the dizziness or the feeling of being physically punched by thin air. There was no way he could know that. I was pretty sure nobody knew about me being ill before my visit, I was also quite confident that Xavier hadn’t told anyone either. Completely ignoring Trey’s explanation for my illness, I stared in horror at him. How did he know?
“How did-”
“How did I know?” Trey smirked, his sapphire eyes darkening. I nodded slowly, beginning to feel uncomfortable around Trey. “Because the spirits told me.”
I stared at him. It was official, being a werewolf made you coo-coo in the head. He had to be either crazy or just a liar, there was no way he could be speaking to spirits. Anyway who said that spirits were real? I gave him my most disbelieving look.
“I’m not lying and I’m not insane,” he declared quietly, Trey slowly got to his feet his eyes intent on mine. He began to walk closer to me, continuing,” My mother was a necromancer; you know what one of them is?”
He clearly was insane, but I thought I’d play along for a while, so I shook my head.
Trey rolled his eyes at my ignorance, he was halfway across the room taking gentle steps as if I would startle like a deer, his gaze still forceful against mine, it pinned me. I felt as if I couldn’t move from under those eyes. Was it a werewolf thing? Could I do that?
“My mother could speak to the spirits, raise the dead and predict the future. She was what one could call a clairvoyant, preferably a necromancer.”
Trey let the information settle in, watching my face for a reaction. I continued to stare at him, flabbergasted. He really was crazy and he had one hell of an imagination.
“And me?” Trey whispered eerily, coming to a halt in front of my chair and leaning forward, his breath wafting over my face. “Well I can do that too.”
He gave me a freaky smile; for the first time since I’d arrived at Logan’s house, I actually feared for my life. He really was mad if he thought anybody could raise the dead, it was even worse that he thought he himself could do it. If I disagreed would he harm me?
A dart of fear pierced my heart, quickly pushed away.
Trey’s smile turned feral.
Okay, I was definitely freaked out now.
He leaned forward, his sweet cool breath covering me as I stared into his eyes, only inches from mine.
“Jayden’s alive,” he growled almost silently. “His spirit hasn’t joined the others, I’d be able to feel it if it did. He’s alive somewhere.”
That pierced through my thoughts, I’d thought he’d continue to rabble on about raising the dead, but he didn’t. He’d told me Jayden was alive. Now I was torn.
Someone had finally told me what I wanted to hear, but common sense fought against my hope. Did I want my hopes to be crushed again? Especially when those hopes were raised by a mental werewolf?
Listening to Trey would get me a one way ticket to a mental institute. Surely.
But I couldn’t resist the tug in my mind telling me that Trey wasn’t lying, wasn’t making anything up.
“You-You’re lying,” I stuttered, still confused about Trey. Do I trust him or not?
Trust the crazy werewolf or not?
It really wasn’t a difficult question.
Yet I held back.
I was almost sure he wasn’t lying.
I studied Trey’s expression; his blue eyes bored into mine, no hint of deceit. They say your eyes are the window to your soul and it’s true, your eyes betray your real emotions and Trey’s were open and honest. His face was completely serious as he held his body only inches from mine, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. My gaze settled on his eyes, such a magnificent blue... yet he was a werewolf and didn’t have the trademark hazel eyes.
“Is... Is that why you’re eyes are blue?”
Surprise flickered in his eyes, quickly followed by triumph. A question like that meant I was close to believing him. He nodded slowly, his gorgeous face nearing mine slightly.
“Will you let me explain your sickness properly or will you continue to stare at me as if I’m a God?”
Snapped out of my reverie, I realised I’d been admiring his beauty and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.
“And that is my answer,” Trey smiled softly, easing away from me and sinking into the chair beside mine. “You’re Jayden’s mate, correct?”
I let out a small sigh and nodded.
“You used to feel drawn to him and when you weren’t together you felt lonely, right?”
I inclined my head once more.
“Now think about it on a bigger scale. You and Jayden have been separated for five years and for all we know, he could be in another country. That small pang of pain you feel when you used to be separated has had time to build up and change form as your time apart increased. That is going to make you one very sick werewolf.”
I lowered my gaze, my eyes wide as I took in all his information. As weird and as warped as it sounded, I could feel it in my gut that he was right... but that meant only one thing.
Jayden was alive.
Then I had a different idea.
“How come when I came here the pain seemed to vanish for a while?”
Trey chuckled as if he’d wondered whether I’d think of that or not.
“Being away from the pack only made it harder for you, when you’re with us you feed of all our strengths instead of just your own.”
“But how come this has only started recently? I’ve been away from Jayden for five years.”
Trey shrugged. “That is the only question to remain unanswered. I know he has been either unconscious or injured badly enough to dim the bond you have as mates, but now? Now he’s recovered and he’s feeding of your strength as you are ours.”
Wow. This guy knew his stuff.
“And you know all of this due to the spirits?”
Trey nodded, a tired smile crossing his face. “More or less,” he told me finality in his tone, before exiting the room and leaving me to muse over the new information.
As absurd as it seemed, I knew he was right.
Jayden was alive.
All I needed to do now was find him.
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Hey Readers :)
I’ve been wondering what you all think about the way this story's going? Because I’m not quite sure where to go from here.. I’ve got a couple of ideas being tossed around, but I want to know what YOU all think... Please can you tell me what you think of the story so far?
I’ve really hit a stumbling block...
Oh and I hope this chapteranswers some of your questions and raises some new ones :)
I also wanted to mention that self-harm is a big issue and that people who do self-harm shouldn't be ridiculed or teased, but helped. The statistics in this chapter are horrifyingly real.. I've known people who do this and it's not pretty...
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