Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews! So at first this chapter was hard but then I got really into it. I get all giddy when I write about Zoey talking about Loren. Call me whatever you want, it wouldn't be the first time I've been called crazy or the sole rider of the short bus. I'm also known as that crazy vampire lover, or the girl who still believes in fairy tales. If there's one thing I believe in that I can say I believe in without someone shoving their own personal religious beliefs down my throat and telling me mine are wrong, is love. Please leave a review. Love y'all! Enjoy!
Chapter Seven
Confiding with Lavender
The streets were busy when Zoey pushed her Beatle down the usually abandoned roads. She couldn't help but wonder how many of the drivers around her were vampyres and how many were humans. She was focused on reaching her destination before midnight. She was hoping that Grandma RedBird would still be up. She most likely would be up for whenever Zoey came to visit she always seemed to know that her granddaughter was coming her way.
Zoey was still shaking while she drove. Her cheeks were tear stained even though the tears had dried from her eyes long ago. Going to see Grandma would help her. She knew that Loren would have wanted her to go to him, but she couldn't, she just needed to be away from the House. When she had first gotten in the car she had texted Loren to tell him where she was going. She didn't want him to think that she had run off and was hiding from him. He had sent a sad emoticon saying that he wished he was with her to make her feel better, but wished her a good time with her grandmother. He told her that he would take care of Persephone, her mare, for her if she didn't get back in time for equestrian. Loren was so sweet. Zoey had absolutely no idea what she had done to deserve him. He told her constantly that he was the one that didn't deserve her, but she always silenced that statement with a kiss.
She turned her thoughts back to the road, but her thoughts were also on a song playing on the radio. The song reflected exactly how she felt. She was so confused about so many things and she was ready to break down. The song currently playing was "Details in the Fabric" by Jason Mraz.
Calm down
Deep breathes
And get yourself dressed
Instead of running around
And pulling all your threads
And breaking yourself up
If it's a broken part, replace it
If it's a broken arm then brace it
If it's a broken heart then face it
And hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything will be fine
Hang on
Help is on the way
And stay strong
I'm doing everything
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything
Everything, it will be fine
Everything
All the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing
Yeah everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Everything
Hold your own
And know your name
And go your own way
Are the details in the fabric
Are the things that make you panic
Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?
Are the things that make you blow
Hello no reason, go one and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing
Everything will be fine
Everything in no time at all
Hearts will hold
The song finished just as Zoey pulled up to her grandma's house. She found herself resting her head against the steering wheel but gripping it tightly as well. She couldn't calm down, for everything that should be common sense was like static. How could she hold her own if she couldn't stand her ground? She couldn't find anything solid to stand on. The world was slipping through her fingers and she would fall out of consciousness soon if she didn't do something. She sobbed until she began to hick up and then looked at the clock. She needed to get out if she wanted to be inside before Grandma went to bed.
She pulled the keys out of the ignition and then got out of the car. She was greeted instantly by the smell of lavender. She knew that she was home. After shutting the door she began to walk down the bath to her grandmother's house. Her feet weren't carrying her near as fast as she wanted. It seemed like forever by the time she got to the house. She lifted her hand to knock on the door.
"Grandma. It's Me, Zoey."
She knew that her grandmother wouldn't answer the door at this late at night unless she said who she was. Within minutes the door flew open and there stood Grandma Redbird.
"I've been expecting you. Come in, my u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya, come in."
Grandma Redbird already had a fire going in the fireplace and hot chocolate for two ready. She had Zoey sit on the couch and then cuddled up next to her favorite granddaughter.
"So what's bothering you?" Grandma asked when Zoey lowered her mug and stared into it.
"I'm High Priestess, Grandma."
"Congratulations!" Grandma Redbird exclaimed.
"Thanks, but it's not all sunshine and butterflies."
"I know, my u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya. Everything has its pluses and minuses. How did you become High Priestess? You weren't High Priestess in Training for very long."
And so Zoey told her all about Neferet and the board of Teachers running the school. Her grandma took her hand in both of hers and squeezed it every now and again to let her granddaughter know that she was there for her.
"Something dark is heading our way." Zoey confessed the feeling that she had been holding in for quite sometime.
"I've felt it too, my u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya. I want you to take some lavender and materials for wafting sticks back with you. The evil being will come from the Earth, from which he has been trapped, but he needs help to get out. I want you to keep a close eye out for anything suspicious, or any paranormal activity. I'd keep watch for an unnatural heat rising from the ground."
Zoey nodded and then took another sip of hot chocolate.
"So now, let's talk about these two men. We'll start with the one causing you problems."
Of course Grandma would start with Erik. Zoey wasn't that different from her grandmother: they saved the best for last and ate dessert before dinner.
"Well, we talked it out today. We're starting as friends again, but it wont be easy."
"It's because he's still in love with you."
Zoey nodded and then waited for her grandmother's words of wisdom.
"Are you still in love with him?"
"No. I feel guilt for going behind his back, but I outgrew him. Those feelings I use to have aren't there anymore."
"Then if he tries to cross the lines, make it clear to him that he is nothing more than a friend."
"I know, Grandma. It's just, well he's a teacher now, and he and Loren don't exactly get along."
"I'm not surprised, but you said that Loren is much older, so I assume he's more mature, and knows how to handle the situation."
"Yes." Zoey said with a blush. "Loren is very mature. He's very sweet. He's very good to me. Sometimes it feels like he's the only thing keeping me together. I miss him when we're apart. Then when we're together, it's absolutely magical. Then there's our imprint. It just makes things better. I always know what he's feeling, and I can be there for him. I loved Erik, but this is so much more than what he and I had."
"Zoey, you're smiling. I haven't seen you smile like this before. You really love Loren, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Will you bring him to meet me soon?"
"Yes! Of course I will! Oh I can't wait for you to meet him. Oh, Grandma, thank you. I'm feeling so much better."
She hugged her grandmother closely and noticed that the woman was quite tired.
"Let me get those things for you." Grandma Redbird offered as she rose from the couch.
When she came back she had a bag for her granddaughter. They said their goodbyes and then Zoey hurried out to her car. She turned on the radio and then called Loren.
"I'm coming home, Baby, I'm coming home."
Thanks for reading. So these next few chapters coming up, I'm really excited about them. Loren's past will finally be revealed, but the story doesn't end there. Oh no, it's far from over. If some of you noticed I added to the story description. Did anyone catch the special something I added to the chapter to tie into the rest of the HoN series. Has anyone guessed who the evil something is? Yes it's a who.
Voice in my head: of course it's a who.
Me: I was just being nice and giving my amazing readers a hint
Voice in my head: I don't think you have to say that it's a who, after all you did say he
Me: you're so picky
Voice in my head: Of course I am, I'm in your brain, I make these stories so don't fuss with me
Me: I can fuss with you if I want to, and don't get all high on your horse, you don't write them alone, my heart helps you, too, it's why you go all gaga over Loren
Voice in my head: well Loren is just our type
Me: See, I'm right, now would you like to tell our lovely readers about the who
Voice: the who is a hot who, an evil but hot who, who is the hot who? You will just have to stayed tuned and see who the hot who is.
