Terrible horrible me.

I couldn't even keep my promise. So from now on I will just upload whenever I've finished a chapter.

I don't work well under time pressure anyway, it reminds me too much of school and that's sort of what I want to get anway from when I write.

I hope you can forgive me.

Anyway, here is chapter 6. It's a really short one, but I felt like writing it, even though the story can perfectly manage without it.

Chapter 7 is already finished and will be up very soon as well.

Please review! I really want to know your theories about this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the character in this POV.

Chapter 6: The Stranger

Everything went exactly as planned. I had gotten them here without any trouble. Performing the ritual was going to be a piece of cake.

There were eight of them. Of course I only needed one and then find the last one somewhere else. But how hard could that be?

I watched from the window how each of them got out of the bus.

First there was an older man, probably the one I had spoken to earlier this week. Victor.

Right behind him was an olive-skinned boy with very short hair. He shouldn't be too much trouble.

The boy was followed by another guy. He was very tall, blonde and I'd consider him handsome if he were a bit older.

The guy was talking to a girl. I could tell she was shy just from one look. Her hair was dark and shoulder length and she wasn't particularly tall.

Then there was a redhead, though a completely different kind of red than me. She didn't look as excited as the rest of them.

A guy and a girl followed. Both blonde. I could immediately tell they were exes, probably recently. They were talking, but still seemed a bit awkward around each other. Perfect.

The blonde girl then spoke to the people behind her: a boy and a girl. The boy had dark hair and even from a distance I could see the way he looked at the dirty blonde I had seen the previous week walking next to him. They might cause some trouble.

Eight teenagers. I had to remind myself why I invited them.

I needed her. That one girl.

Once I had figured out it was an Anubis resident, I knew I'd had to invite the entire house on my fake camping.

I absentmindedly smoothed my dress and played with the little braid in my hair. I liked this outfit so much better than the one I had to wear outside the castle. It made me feel more feminine, and even more importantly, more powerful. The feeling of the purple silk on my skin, the dress hand made by my mother, who died before she had been able to unleash the power of the four, passing the task on to me. I would not fail her, I would make her proud.

I turned my back to the window and looked at the occupied bed in the room.

She looked so peaceful. Her dark hair spread out over the pillow, her chest slowly going up and down. A south-American Sleeping Beauty. An bhfuil dearmad déanta. I had found her some weeks earlier. She was probably reported as missing by now. But nobody would ever think about searching for her in Ireland.

I didn't feel guilty about keeping her here. I had no choice if I wanted to perform the ritual. I had been working on it for years now. Now I was so close. In a few days I would have the complete power over the clans. Sacrificing three lives was simply a part of that.

I heard the man named Victor talk to the kids and decided it was time to say hello.