Preface
"I hate this!" Her eyes glowed yellow as she screamed. I heard a pot smash as I walked out of the room, and Connor quickly ran by me, up the stairs. Good luck Connor…
"Is she still having her bitch fit?" Terry calmly asked. She was leaning against the banister in the living room.
"Yeah. Connor's to calm her down." She looked down at her arms, which were crossed over her chest, and simply shook her head. I looked into the living room to see Ivy sleeping on Eric's shoulder a field was covering them.
""How long has she been out?" I motioned toward Ivy.
She fell asleep right before Abigail ran in. The field is sound proof, Eric is doing his best to keep it up for as long as possible." Terry informed me, as we heard more nagging from upstairs.
"Hoe long can Eric go?"
"Usually fifteen minutes, but he's hoping to reach twenty. So far he's up to," she looked down at her phone's stop watch, " fourteen minutes and sixteen seconds." I nodded an acknowledgement. I grabbed Terry's arm and pulled her over to the couch directly across from Ivy and Eric. We sat down and smiled at the sight of Ivy sleeping, something that had become rare in the last few weeks.
"Ask Eric if her breathing is calm!" Terry asked, giddish with excitement.
"You think you got through to her?" Terry had been trying to help Ivy control her emotions, but so far they had had little success. Her powers were still driving her nuts, luckily she as nowhere near as bad as Abigail.
"Well I can only hope, and that's why you should ask!" She looked up, begging me with her eyes.
"Fine." I gave in. I concentrated my mind on Eric, fully clearing my head of all other thoughts. The only thought I let slip into my mind was 'Is she calm". Eric's head popped up, and I heard an echo of Eric's voice saying something about me scaring him.
"She seems calm. Her breaths are slow and long. I'm just happy to see her sleep." His words played on, like my own personal radio, his lips never moving. His thoughts continued on, but slowly faded away as if the dial was turned until it was off, and the voice was gone.
"Long and slow breaths." I smiled down at Terry, who let out a squeal and a smile. I let my arm slip around her, and she nuzzled into my side. We watched as Eric's field slowly started to disappear, and was finale gone. The noise from upstairs had seemed to stop.
"Eighteen fifty-one" Terry said in a hushed voice to Eric.
"So close…" Eric mumbled to himself. Ivy stirred, but didn't wake. A sigh of relief slipped from Eric's lips. His face showed just how beat her was, the fields took so much out of him.
We heard more commotion from upstairs, and I watched as Eric frantically tried to form another field, but he just didn't have it in him. Abigail marched down the stairs, a frightened Connor right at her feet. Her eyes were still yellow, and she was still screaming about something.
"Abigail please, Ivy is trying to sleep!" Connor begged.
"I don't care about her! She is a powerless weakling and we shouldn't have brought her with us. She's weak, and all she does is hold us back! We have so much potential but with her," she pointed at Ivy, "we can't do any of it!" I felt like yelling at her, for saying such mean things about Ivy, who had once been Abigail's only friend. I noticed that Ivy was stirring on Ivy's shoulder. Terry must have noticed too, because she was covering her ears. We knew what was coming.
Out of nowhere, all of the lights in the house started flashing on and off, and the TV blasted NCIS. The kitchens radio turned on, and classic rock flooded into the room, deafening us. Terry closed her eyes and screamed a little as I held her closer. We may have seen it coming, and this may have become something we were used to, but it was still a scary thing…
