Part 2:
Damon ran for all he was worth. He had to get away from that
girl who had bewitched him. He knew the dangers of being close to
someone all to well. He went to his hotel room and collapsed on the
bed.
The girl had taken to much blood for comfort. Now that he was
relatively safe the adrenaline had disappeared and now he felt how
weak he was. Sleep might help a little but what he really needed to
do was feed.
He hadn't done so all day. That wretched girl had taken away
his dinner. Raven, some part of his mind whispered. It was the same
part that had recognized the girl as his soulmate.
Damon banished the thought immediately. There were no such
things as soulmates. It was just lust on his part. He had to admit
the girl was beautiful. Raven colored hair seemed to shine with
different colors in the moonlight. A delicately chiseled face and a
nice, full figure.
Damon started to get up to go out and look for an easy meal
but fell unconscious onto the bed.
An hour or so later the girls got home from the hospital.
"Where have you been?" their mother, Kelly Johnson demanded.
"A vampire attacked me and when I was running I broke my ankle
so we had to go to the hospital," Mary explained. "This darling
sister of mine has transformed into my knight in shining armor."
"Oh my Goddess! You fought I vampire. Well you came out of it
ok. You're still alive. I hope you didn't kill him," Mrs. Johnson
exclaimed.
"No, he'll live," Raven said in a subdued voice.
"Are you alright though?" Robert Johnson asked. He had been
listening to the conversation from his spot in the living room. He
noticed his daughter didn't sound all right.
"I'm fine. Just thinking," she added when he opened his mouth
to press the subject further. He didn't believe her but let it go.
He decided to talk with her later.
"Do you girls want some hot chocolate?" Mrs. Johnson asked
hustling them into the kitchen. She put a pot on the stove and
turned the burner on. Then she disappeared for a minute.
"Who gets to sign the cast first?" she asked tossing Mary a
black permanent marker. She poured milk and some mix into the pot.
"You can Raven, you saved my life after all," Mary said
holding out the marker.
"You could have whipped his butt if I had let you. I was just
doing the older sister over protection thing," Raven said with a
mischief grin.
"But your younger," Mary protested indignantly.
"Your point would be? I have the role down perfectly. You keep
me out of trouble and I get you out of it when ever you manage to
get into trouble."
The girls laughed knowing that it was true. Mary would always
tell Raven what not to do when she was going to do it. And Raven
would help Mary whenever she would get in trouble with Night
Worlders. Both girls had wonderful mouths on them and whenever they
weren't in a good mood it always got them into fights and what not.
Raven took the marker and wrote her name with added flourish
and drew a raven like she did when writing notes in school. Mary
giggled. Raven had a couple different birds. A cute funny little
one with a smiley face, one that looked like it would come off the
paper and peck your eyes out and one that looked regal. Raven had
drawn the first.
"It's so cute!" she exclaimed. It's different then normal, oh
I see what it is! You crossed his eyes, and is he sticking out his
tongue?"
"Just barely. I was wondering if you'd catch that," Raven said
with a giggle. "That's your raven. I won't draw it for any one
else."
"Thanks," Mary told her leaning over from her seat and hugging
her.
"Oh! That's adorable," Mrs. Johnson exclaimed as she handed
them each a mug of steaming hot chocolate.
"Umm. Smells delicious." Raven said sipping at it. "Tastes
perfect," she announced.
"I would hope so. I hate it when it skims," Mrs. Johnson
chattered away. She carried two cups out to the living room and sat
next to her husband as she handed him one.
Mary decided to go to bed when she was done, as the pain
relievers were making her sleepy. Raven went up to her own room and
changed into her pajamas. She didn't go to sleep though. Instead
she lay in bed and wrote in her diary.
A little later her dad came up to her door and knocked. She
knew who it was from years of listening to how he stepped as he
walked.
"Come in Dad. What do you want?"
"To talk. Is something bothering you, Blackbird?" he asked
sitting on the end of her bed. Blackbird was a family pet name and
no one but them were aloud to call her it.
"Sort of. That boy who attacked Marygold, he's my soulmate,"
Raven told him.
"That's wonderful that you found him. You're other half, that
is. I'm just not sure I'm happy about who he is," Mr. Johnson said
with a chuckle.
"Normally I'd be thrilled, but he freaked out. He doesn't
believe in soulmates and really doesn't want one. He's afraid of
falling on love. I didn't see why though," she told her father.
Raven told her father a lot of things. He was her confidant.
Raven didn't talk as much to her mother because she seemed to
disapprove of keeping any kind of secret. Of in which case Raven
had found out the hard way.
Whatever Raven couldn't or didn't want to talk with anyone
else she would discuss with her dad. And whatever she didn't feel
like talking to him about went into her diary.
"That's to bad, honey. But I'm sure he'll come around. You
might want to try and find him and talk to him in a couple of days.
Is there anything else you want to talk about?" he asked after
there was a pause.
"No, thank you Dad," she replied, scooting under the covers.
"Then I'm headed to bed so I'll see you in the morning. Night
Blackbird." Mr. Johnson leaned over her and kissed her forehead.
Raven turned her head and kissed his cheek. She felt a stubble
brush her lips.
"Shave in the morning," she called to his retreating form.
"What, you don't like the beard look?" he asked.
"Not on you," she answered with a laugh. He closed the door
and Raven switched off the lamp on her bedside table and settled
down to sleep.
Damon woke up the next morning knowing he had to feed. And
soon. His whole upper and lower jaws ached with the need. His veins
felt like they were dry and cracked.
But he was too weak to get up. He struggled not to faint but
despite his efforts he fell back on the bed. His last thought
before he went into swirling mists of darkness was that he would
probably never wake up again.
That morning Raven woke up feeling off. Not sick, just wrong
somehow. She dressed and went down the stairs to breakfast trying
to shrug off the feeling.
"Do you feel ok?" Mrs. Johnson asked as Raven poked at her
food.
"I'm not sick. I just feel off balance somehow," Raven said
trying to explain the feeling.
"Do you want to stay home today?" Mr. Johnson asked as he
walked up to the table.
"I guess. Maybe I just need sleep or something," she
suggested.
"That must be it. Now I want you to promise you'll sleep some
today while we're at work. You can warm yourself some chicken soup
for lunch," Mrs. Johnson decided for her. She was out the door to
catch her carpool without even waiting for an answer.
"Bye," three voices yelled after her. She yelled something
even Raven's sensitive hearing couldn't make out.
"I think she said good-bye. I don't know," Raven told them.
Just then the phone rang. Raven picked it up on the third
ring.
"Raven? It's me, Justin. Did Mary tell you the news?"
"Yes, she did. Who is it?"
"Linda and Frank Wolfe," Jason announced cheerfully. Your
fathers a lost witch and your mother's a lamia. You have a brother
named Gabriel who's only vampire traits are better senses and
telepathy. Other then that he's a witch baby. His father thinks
he's psychic and sent him to Durham."
"I've heard of that school," Raven said as he paused.
"He killed a girl there and another guy, which he claims was
in self defense and is currently in some prison."
"Thanks Justin. Is that all?" Raven asked forcing herself to
be polite.
"I have their addresses if you want them," he offered
tentatively, realizing even over the phone that Raven wasn't in the
best of moods.
"Maybe later. I'll talk to you later. Bye Justin." Justin said
goodbye as Raven was hanging up the phone.
"Go wait in the car for me, Marygold," Mr. Johnson said as she
started to ask Raven questions. "Raven, concentrate on why you're
feeling wrong."
Raven looked at him questioningly but complied.
"It's my soulmate. Something's not right with him," Raven
exclaimed suddenly.
"I thought as much. Why don't you try and find him. Figure out
what's wrong. Call if you won't be back by dinner."
"Thank Dad, love you. Bye," she called over her shoulder as
she picked up her and Mary's car keys.
Raven waved to Mary who was wearing a confused expression.
Then she shot out of the driveway and went to where she had last
seen Damon. She wasn't sure how to find him but that seemed like as
good a place as any.
Damon ran for all he was worth. He had to get away from that
girl who had bewitched him. He knew the dangers of being close to
someone all to well. He went to his hotel room and collapsed on the
bed.
The girl had taken to much blood for comfort. Now that he was
relatively safe the adrenaline had disappeared and now he felt how
weak he was. Sleep might help a little but what he really needed to
do was feed.
He hadn't done so all day. That wretched girl had taken away
his dinner. Raven, some part of his mind whispered. It was the same
part that had recognized the girl as his soulmate.
Damon banished the thought immediately. There were no such
things as soulmates. It was just lust on his part. He had to admit
the girl was beautiful. Raven colored hair seemed to shine with
different colors in the moonlight. A delicately chiseled face and a
nice, full figure.
Damon started to get up to go out and look for an easy meal
but fell unconscious onto the bed.
An hour or so later the girls got home from the hospital.
"Where have you been?" their mother, Kelly Johnson demanded.
"A vampire attacked me and when I was running I broke my ankle
so we had to go to the hospital," Mary explained. "This darling
sister of mine has transformed into my knight in shining armor."
"Oh my Goddess! You fought I vampire. Well you came out of it
ok. You're still alive. I hope you didn't kill him," Mrs. Johnson
exclaimed.
"No, he'll live," Raven said in a subdued voice.
"Are you alright though?" Robert Johnson asked. He had been
listening to the conversation from his spot in the living room. He
noticed his daughter didn't sound all right.
"I'm fine. Just thinking," she added when he opened his mouth
to press the subject further. He didn't believe her but let it go.
He decided to talk with her later.
"Do you girls want some hot chocolate?" Mrs. Johnson asked
hustling them into the kitchen. She put a pot on the stove and
turned the burner on. Then she disappeared for a minute.
"Who gets to sign the cast first?" she asked tossing Mary a
black permanent marker. She poured milk and some mix into the pot.
"You can Raven, you saved my life after all," Mary said
holding out the marker.
"You could have whipped his butt if I had let you. I was just
doing the older sister over protection thing," Raven said with a
mischief grin.
"But your younger," Mary protested indignantly.
"Your point would be? I have the role down perfectly. You keep
me out of trouble and I get you out of it when ever you manage to
get into trouble."
The girls laughed knowing that it was true. Mary would always
tell Raven what not to do when she was going to do it. And Raven
would help Mary whenever she would get in trouble with Night
Worlders. Both girls had wonderful mouths on them and whenever they
weren't in a good mood it always got them into fights and what not.
Raven took the marker and wrote her name with added flourish
and drew a raven like she did when writing notes in school. Mary
giggled. Raven had a couple different birds. A cute funny little
one with a smiley face, one that looked like it would come off the
paper and peck your eyes out and one that looked regal. Raven had
drawn the first.
"It's so cute!" she exclaimed. It's different then normal, oh
I see what it is! You crossed his eyes, and is he sticking out his
tongue?"
"Just barely. I was wondering if you'd catch that," Raven said
with a giggle. "That's your raven. I won't draw it for any one
else."
"Thanks," Mary told her leaning over from her seat and hugging
her.
"Oh! That's adorable," Mrs. Johnson exclaimed as she handed
them each a mug of steaming hot chocolate.
"Umm. Smells delicious." Raven said sipping at it. "Tastes
perfect," she announced.
"I would hope so. I hate it when it skims," Mrs. Johnson
chattered away. She carried two cups out to the living room and sat
next to her husband as she handed him one.
Mary decided to go to bed when she was done, as the pain
relievers were making her sleepy. Raven went up to her own room and
changed into her pajamas. She didn't go to sleep though. Instead
she lay in bed and wrote in her diary.
A little later her dad came up to her door and knocked. She
knew who it was from years of listening to how he stepped as he
walked.
"Come in Dad. What do you want?"
"To talk. Is something bothering you, Blackbird?" he asked
sitting on the end of her bed. Blackbird was a family pet name and
no one but them were aloud to call her it.
"Sort of. That boy who attacked Marygold, he's my soulmate,"
Raven told him.
"That's wonderful that you found him. You're other half, that
is. I'm just not sure I'm happy about who he is," Mr. Johnson said
with a chuckle.
"Normally I'd be thrilled, but he freaked out. He doesn't
believe in soulmates and really doesn't want one. He's afraid of
falling on love. I didn't see why though," she told her father.
Raven told her father a lot of things. He was her confidant.
Raven didn't talk as much to her mother because she seemed to
disapprove of keeping any kind of secret. Of in which case Raven
had found out the hard way.
Whatever Raven couldn't or didn't want to talk with anyone
else she would discuss with her dad. And whatever she didn't feel
like talking to him about went into her diary.
"That's to bad, honey. But I'm sure he'll come around. You
might want to try and find him and talk to him in a couple of days.
Is there anything else you want to talk about?" he asked after
there was a pause.
"No, thank you Dad," she replied, scooting under the covers.
"Then I'm headed to bed so I'll see you in the morning. Night
Blackbird." Mr. Johnson leaned over her and kissed her forehead.
Raven turned her head and kissed his cheek. She felt a stubble
brush her lips.
"Shave in the morning," she called to his retreating form.
"What, you don't like the beard look?" he asked.
"Not on you," she answered with a laugh. He closed the door
and Raven switched off the lamp on her bedside table and settled
down to sleep.
Damon woke up the next morning knowing he had to feed. And
soon. His whole upper and lower jaws ached with the need. His veins
felt like they were dry and cracked.
But he was too weak to get up. He struggled not to faint but
despite his efforts he fell back on the bed. His last thought
before he went into swirling mists of darkness was that he would
probably never wake up again.
That morning Raven woke up feeling off. Not sick, just wrong
somehow. She dressed and went down the stairs to breakfast trying
to shrug off the feeling.
"Do you feel ok?" Mrs. Johnson asked as Raven poked at her
food.
"I'm not sick. I just feel off balance somehow," Raven said
trying to explain the feeling.
"Do you want to stay home today?" Mr. Johnson asked as he
walked up to the table.
"I guess. Maybe I just need sleep or something," she
suggested.
"That must be it. Now I want you to promise you'll sleep some
today while we're at work. You can warm yourself some chicken soup
for lunch," Mrs. Johnson decided for her. She was out the door to
catch her carpool without even waiting for an answer.
"Bye," three voices yelled after her. She yelled something
even Raven's sensitive hearing couldn't make out.
"I think she said good-bye. I don't know," Raven told them.
Just then the phone rang. Raven picked it up on the third
ring.
"Raven? It's me, Justin. Did Mary tell you the news?"
"Yes, she did. Who is it?"
"Linda and Frank Wolfe," Jason announced cheerfully. Your
fathers a lost witch and your mother's a lamia. You have a brother
named Gabriel who's only vampire traits are better senses and
telepathy. Other then that he's a witch baby. His father thinks
he's psychic and sent him to Durham."
"I've heard of that school," Raven said as he paused.
"He killed a girl there and another guy, which he claims was
in self defense and is currently in some prison."
"Thanks Justin. Is that all?" Raven asked forcing herself to
be polite.
"I have their addresses if you want them," he offered
tentatively, realizing even over the phone that Raven wasn't in the
best of moods.
"Maybe later. I'll talk to you later. Bye Justin." Justin said
goodbye as Raven was hanging up the phone.
"Go wait in the car for me, Marygold," Mr. Johnson said as she
started to ask Raven questions. "Raven, concentrate on why you're
feeling wrong."
Raven looked at him questioningly but complied.
"It's my soulmate. Something's not right with him," Raven
exclaimed suddenly.
"I thought as much. Why don't you try and find him. Figure out
what's wrong. Call if you won't be back by dinner."
"Thank Dad, love you. Bye," she called over her shoulder as
she picked up her and Mary's car keys.
Raven waved to Mary who was wearing a confused expression.
Then she shot out of the driveway and went to where she had last
seen Damon. She wasn't sure how to find him but that seemed like as
good a place as any.