Beautiful Secrets Part 24

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Alex Hart has jet black hair, icy blue eyes, a sexy collar bone, and lean muscles. Nick Martinez is more of the athletic type with his nice tan, brown hair like Zac Efron's, gray eyes like a light rainfall, pearly white teeth, and a pretty amazing body. Sam Mitchell is the adorable, quirky, shy one of the bunch with his strawberry blonde hair, green eyes like a freshly mowed lawn, and that one dimple that always gets to you. Zac Anderson is Mr. Seductive. He has dark brown hair, big brown eyes, a nice lean body, and smile that makes your legs go wobbly. Christofer Henderson and his mysterious ways eggs you on to learn more about him with his coal black hair, strange hazel eyes, distinct jaw line, and fit body.

Created by: Dannica
  1. I saw an orange tattoo on his wrist. The same man from the gas station? I didn't have time to wonder because the attacker clasped his hands around my throat as I struggled for breath. I kept trying to claw his fingers off, but it was no use. He was too strong for me to handle. I looked around for a weapon to use, but they would be too far out of reach. I could feel my throat closing up and the air slipping away from my lungs. In the corner of the living room I saw Gumbo laying there with blood scattered about him.
  2. That was enough to set me off. I don't know exactly how it happened, but I was pissed off at all of this non sense happening in my life, and now that an innocent animal has been brought into it? Hell no. I let all of the anger and frustration out in one scream. One scream is all it took. The man was blasted away through a window and several things around me caught on fire. I fell to my knees gasping for air, extremely drained. What just happened? Not caring about the things on fire, I crawled to Gumbo in the corner. The blood wasn't his and he was still breathing. Unconscious, but alive.
  3. "Christofer...?" I said in a whisper. It was supposed to be a yell, but my voice was still very weak and hoarse. I buried my fingers in Gumbo's coat and took a breather. Eventually the fire detectors will sense the flames and the whole squad will come, right? But what would I tell them? I gathered up the strength to get up and I got the fire extinguisher from the pantry and shot at the flames. When it died down, I glanced at the shattered window. The man. I hurried over there and looked out. To my disappointment, he was gone. Of course he's gone. They always seem to recover and disappear. Obviously Christofer wasn't here, because if he was, he would have helped. He wouldn't leave Gumbo like this. I know him enough to be sure of that. I retraced my steps back to Gumbo and lay there, holding him in my arms, hoping he'd be alright. If only I could freaking drive. It was then when I noticed how much of a blood bath this place was.
  4. The curtains were stained, the couch was splattered, and the floor looked like somebody mopped it with ketchup or a million flower girls threw rose petals on the ground. When did this happen? Why didn't I hear anything? "I'm so stupid," I murmured to myself. It must have happened when I was listening to my iPod. That's why I couldn't hear a sound. The wonderful music of Cider Sky has taken upon itself to help make my life worst. Then I noticed it. Tucked away, hidden under the curtain, was Christofer's duffle bag. My throat was on fire. It felt like a lion went ahead and decided to scratch away at my esophagus. But I shrugged off the pain as best as I could and scurried along the floor to the bag. I unzipped it with trembling fingers and peered inside, desperate for something that could help. Then there was a knock on the door and I froze. Multiple door belling then took place and I creased my forehead. If they were the bad guys I don't think they'd take the courtesy to wait for me to let them in.
  5. "______? It's Sam!" A spark of hope flickered in me and I jogged to the door. I had trouble opening it, but when I did, seeing Sam's optimistic face made me smile. "What happened to you?" He asked, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Someone broke in," I said, just above a whisper so he could hear. He went in the house and made sure to lock the door again. It wouldn't really make a difference, but I decided not to tell him that. He squeezed onto my hand as we made our way back to the living room. His eyes widened when he saw all of the blood. "They came." I let go to face him. "What do you mean?" He swore under his breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "I should have come sooner. I should have seen it coming; I should have took precaution; I should have warned you." He was pacing back and forth now, and then I noticed his ears get all pointy. "Remember when we were talking about yourself in the line the first time we met?" I asked him, now understanding things for the first time. "Yeah, you forgot to mention you were a faery."
  6. Sam stopped pacing and looked at me apologetically. "I couldn’t tell you. The Seelie Queen forbade it. She thought me having interaction with you could take the war to the faeries as well.” For those of you new to this, the Seelie Queen is a shady queen of all faeries. “What war?” I questioned, confused. “The Forbidden War. The war between the Menials and the Pure Bloods. In other words, humans versus Oath’s army." Before I could ask anything else, Sam noticed Gumbo on the floor and kneeled down beside him. He touched his paw and I heard a whine from the dog. Sam dug in the duffle bag like he knew the contents and got out a gauze. He wrapped it around Gumbo's paw and carried him gently onto the couch. Maybe I should have at least thought about moving him to the couch—I must admit—instead of just leaving him on the floor. "You know about Oath then," I said, regaining my voice slowly but surely. "I'm pretty sure everyone does now. He's been traveling around to The Core a lot lately. He goes to a new territory each visit, asking for pure breeds to join him. He first went to the Vampire district, then the werewolves, the faeries, the warlocks, witches, giants, everywhere. He's been influencing everybody. I saw him when he went to the Faerie District. He was acting like Martin Luther King Jr. with his motivational speaking and such. Us faeries don't buy crap like that though. The Queen saw right through it and she didn't want any of her people to be apart of a war."
  7. I furrowed my brow. "You went to The Core? How'd you get there?" The Core was pretty much the universal place where all of the paranormal can meet from ghosts, vampires, air benders, trolls, etc. The only problem was finding the Gateway to it. Multiple Gateways are hidden across the map, but only few find it. Most people who live in The Core don't wander about in the real world for fear of not being able to return. "The closet in Mrs. Bonet's class room. That's a Gateway to The Core. That's why she's so over protective about it," Sam replied, glancing at the broken window. "What's Mrs. Bonet anyways? A nymph is my guess." Sam nodded with a smile. "Correct you are." I sighed and slumped down on the couch. Okay. So Christofer is gone, Oath is still after me, I flew a man out a window, I set things on fire, April wants to kill me, Sam is a faerie, my parents are probably in trouble, and I have a date with Nick at the zoo. Wonderful.
  8. "I don't suppose you know what Oath wants from me then?" I asked with a stretch of my arms. "Not a clue," Sam replied "Christofer's gone. I have to find him," I stated, getting up form the couch. "Whoa there. Christofer can handle himself. The thing you need now is rest. I'll clean up the house for you," Sam offered. "Sam, I couldn't let you clean this massacre by yourself," I protested. Sam snapped his fingers and then the glass from the earlier broken window was put back together and intact. "Being a faerie has its perks. Now go to sleep if you want to survive tomorrow. I have a feeling that voice of yours isn't going to get any better the more you use it." I glanced at Gumbo and decided to sleep with him on the couch, blood or no blood. I shut my eyes and went off to sleep.
  9. Another dream was coming on, but I was trying to stop it from coming through. Fail. This one surprisingly wasn't about Christofer. Again, the dream was surreal—almost life like. The full moon was out and the mist was thick and heavy, clouding around my feet. The circumference of the area I was at was entirely made up of mountains and pine trees. I could hear a stream carrying its fish and water down the way, and the bears snooping around the banks ready to eat. Assuming this was just another memory, I stopped resisting it and let it come through completely.
  10. I was alone, standing there on cold ground. My clothes were a mess, my hair was in a distress, and you probably don't want to hear about my face. Then out of the shadows came a man. He had silver, metallic hair with high cheek bones and a chiseled physique. He looked like he was in his mid 40's. He had that type of appearance where he looked like a friendly guy, but you wouldn't want to cross him or get him angry. He peered at me with calm, orange eyes and took a step forward. "Do you know why you're here?" He asked with a cold voice. If there was a wall between us and I didn't know what he looked like before he talked, I could have sworn this man was Voldemort. I nodded my head yes. "It isn't proper to use actions without words," he said with a twisted smile. "I'm going to ask you again. Do you know why you are here?" I was shaking mildly, but managed to stay my ground. "Yes." The man smirked and took another step forward. "Good girl. Now, do you know what I want?" I could see I was holding something in my hand. Something small that would be invisible to the naked eye. "Yes," I responded. Another step towards me. "Excellent. Now give it to me." I hesitated and then held out my hand. It was a small bottle with a nude substance in it. The man paused in his tracks and smelled the air. "All of that power." He took a hold of the bottle and twisted it in his fingers. "This is all of it?" He asked. "Yes," I replied. Then I noticed myself holding something else by my side. A dagger. The mist covered it so well I could barely see it. The man paused to sniff the air again and that's when I took my chance. I lunged forward at him, chopped off his wrist, and stole back the bottle. I stumbled backwards as the man's other hand grabbed the heel of my shoe. I kicked it away as the man writhed in pain as if an exorcism was happening. A dark shadow emerged from his body and as I turned around to run, it made itself into mine.

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