The rope was hanging still from the ceiling. My eyes were fixated on it, my hands clenched together and my jaw as tense as it had ever been.
’Make the rope move’ she said. I had been trying to do so for over an hour and the closest I got to making it move was when the door opened and a gust of wind blew in, making it dangle back and forth slightly.
The annoyance was starting to get to me, to handle your magic was to simultaneously handle your emotions and your thoughts- which might've sounded easier than it was.
I tried different techniques, I tried closing my eyes and envisioning it, I tried holding my hands out allowing the power to exude out through my fingertips. Neither had worked and so here we were, with the third and final try.
James was standing behind m
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~Avery~ ”It’s good to see you again-” He stopped mid-sentence and narrowed his eyes, a devilish smirk creeping up as he made a ’tsk’ sound with his tongue. ”-Congratulations,” he said. I was left puzzled and once I had regained the ability to speak, I tilted my head to the side, crossed my arms over my chest, and looked him dead in the eye. ”Congratulations on what?” I asked him. ”Aha… I see. It isn't for me to tell although it explains a lot about your predicaments. Nevertheless, I don't have much time with you, so ask away.” Crow lowered his body, it looked like he was sitting down, and from nothing- a chair emerged on which he sat. How in the world did he do that? ”Please, have a seat.” He said and gestured with his hand. I looked in front of him and saw how tiny bits of dust were gathering and forming a chair, centered in front of him.&nbs
~Avery~ I was sitting on the edge of my bed, my face buried in my hands. A soft knock sounded on the door but my mind and thoughts were elsewhere. After James had told me that I was pregnant my first reaction was to run. So I came up here and hid away from the people who had all cheered in glee and congratulated me. They all knew this major thing but didn't tell me. The thing, however, that bothered me most was that I didn't figure it out on my own. What does this say about my motherly instincts and how will I ever be able to raise a child? The bed sunk down beside me and a soft, lean hand came up to caress my head. ”How are you doing?” Amber asked softly as she stroked my hair in a soothing motion.
~Amber~ Raven's answer was echoing in my mind. There was no way for me to stop them, I hadn't expected there to not be a single way. I bit down and started composing different scenarios in my head of what might happen and how I could win but it didn't end well in any of them. ”They aren't just regular vampires, Amber, they’re royals. They've been around for a long time and learned to adjust to the things that can harm them. They're stronger, faster, more dangerous than your regular vampire.” ”Sure, but there has to be some way to win over them, right? I mean, they can't be immortal,” ”They’re not,” ”So what can I do?” ”Nothing, Amber, there is nothing you can do. They have the upper hand in every way. If you want Malia back, you need a thoroughly thought-out plan. You can't just barge
~Amber~ Back home it felt like everything had changed, the air was different, the walls didn't look the same and everything felt as though it was a dream. A nightmare from which I would wake up, see Malias face next to me, hear Averys' laugh, and know that everything was okay with the people I loved. But it wasn't, it wasn't a dream, this was reality and this was the moment when nothing would be the same again. ”Spill.” Alex demanded angrily as he slumped down on one of the recliners in the communal area. I walked over to the bar and took two bottles of whiskey, a few glasses, and walked over to where everyone was gathered. I placed the glasses and one of the bottles on the table. I snapped the head off of the other bottle and poured myself a big glass, chugging it all down in one
~Avery~ I was moving my lips, shaking my head but the words wouldn't form. I couldn't speak because I didn't know what to say. Even though I desperately wanted to say something, I couldn't, because the words I wanted to say wouldn't have been honest. ”What is happening?”Amber's voice was shaky and quiet. She sounded scared. ”I don’t know,” I said. It felt as though those were the only words able to leave my lips. ”Do you remember all the good times we had?” Amber asked me while eyeing me cautiously. ”Honestly?” I asked and she nodded her head "Yes," She said and so I continued. ”No,” I whispered. ”I mean I remember the moments when everything was good, or at least not as messed up as the
~Avery~ I was still in Amber's room, laying on her bed and staring pointlessly up at the ceiling. Amber had gone off to find Raven about some matter that she didn’t want to talk about. She said that she needed to do it alone and I was glad, I still didn’t feel like facing everyone. The second I left this room and someone saw me, I knew they’d want to talk and I wasn't ready for it. I had nothing to say to them yet but I hoped that I would one day. I just needed to find the words and figure out what I was feeling. My hands were laying on my bump, slowly caressing the surface. I dipped down into the mattress and felt it tightening around my body, I knew that getting up would be a mission. Slowly, my eyes began to drift and I felt my body relaxing. It was as though I had no control over it, I couldn’t st
~Avery~ “How can you say that?” I was yelling, unable to hide the rage that was stirring within me. “You’re not the victim, you’re the one that they have been bending over backwards to protect. Did they go about it the right way? Maybe not. But Alex is heartbroken, thinking he’s lost you forever and blaming both himself and his brother for it. Natasha and James are guilt ridden, the Alpha is failing in his duties and have been for quite some time because his main focus has been you. You’re not the victim. They have set aside any and all other obligations to try and help you reach your fullest potential so that the day that hundreds of people come to kill you, you will be able to defend yourself. The pack members are suffering from a lack of leadership, but you haven’t seen that. You’ve seen their smiles, the happiness they display, but you haven’t seen the anxiety that befalls them once the door is closed and th
AveryThe first thing that came to mind when my heart had steadied and I was done freaking out, was the book. I needed to get my hands on that book before Natasha and James did.I quickly removed the covers from my body and walked out of the bedroom. I looked down the hallway- both ways- before exiting and walking to my own room.I looked around for my phone before finding it under a pile of clothes on a chair. My room was a mess, I needed to get a handle on things.I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the thought of getting a handle on anything.But Crow was right, I wasn't a victim. I was a person that bad things had happened to, yes, but not a victim. Not yet, at least.