~Book 2~
~Story 2: Midnight Psychic~
~Chapter 6~
Kaitlyn's POV
"Ryyln…am all I am to you is a toy?"
He caressed my face gently like he actually loved me, but I knew the truth. All vampire, werewolves, witches and shape shifters belonging to Circle Midnight despised humans and called us all vermin.
"No, no. don't you worry your pretty little self about that. You know I love you for you."
He leaned down and kissed me again and I hated having to pretend but what else could I do to stay alive? So I had to kiss him back, I would have rather have kissed a dog, and no I don't mean a werewolf either, like a pet dog than this vampire here right now. Hell, kissing a dirty garbage can would be better than this.
'Yeah…sure…me or my blood?'
"Now, now my sweet and loving Kaitlyn. Do you believe me now?"
All I could do was smile my sweet fake smile at him, and he never knew the difference, "Yes, Ryyln. I do now."
"Good." He lead me over to what I had nicked named 'Our Corner' because that is where he always drains me, well almost drains me cause he still needed me around.
Richter's POV
My eyes had bulged out of my eyes. "Kaitlyn is a psychic? No way!"
Mrs. Keesler just nodded. "Yes, it is true. Why do you think I have lots of witch items here? Most have been in my mothers side of the family for years, even centuries on a few."
"So it runs on your side of the family?"
"Well, yes, but on my mother's side. No men in my family have been psychics. And only a few are chosen, if you want to use that word."
"Chosen to be what? A psychic? And does this mean you and Kaitlyn's mom are psychics too?"
"Richter…how do you even know if Kaitlyn's mom is Mrs. Keesler's daughter and not daughter-in-law?"
Damn, my mom was right. But how did she even know if the men carried it in them or not?
"Her mother is my daughter. She…well they, as in her and her husband that is, decided to use Keesler as their last name. and no me an my daughter are not psychics at all. My mother was the last one in my family, before Kaitlyn came along of course, who was a psychic."
"Wait isn't a psychic known to be a "lost witch" in the night world?"
My dad was right, that was one of the many things drilled into our heads when we were little, that human psychics were what made up the "lost witches" of the night world. And man my parents were literally always right today it seems.
"Yes but for some reason we have no witch blood in us. We have tested it and I assume you could tell just by smelling my blood, right?"
"Yes. From the moment I came into the house I could smell nothing but human blood."
Mrs. Keesler nodded. I had no idea what else we could do, up until my mom asked an important question.
"What psychic abilities, or powers, does Kaitlyn posses?"
Kaitlyn's POV
I finally woke up after having Ryyln nearly drain me. I was lying in a room of red, literally. The bed covers, flooring, wall paint, or wallpaper I couldn't really tell which one it was, ceiling, and any other kind of decoration in the room, like he lights and furniture. Wow…who ever would want red, not a mahogany color red, but a sports car red color furniture?
"Ahh…I see your up my precious."
Ugh…Ryyln was in the room still…how lovely.
"Yeah. How long have I been asleep, Ryyln?"
"Only a few hours."
Man this is such…such crap. Just because I'm a psychic I had to do this mission? I haven't even had a vision since I started this mission like a week ago or something like that.
"You feeling up to going down stairs and partying some more?"
Did I honestly have a choice here? No…
"Sure. That I am always up to."
I gave him a smile, fake of course, and he stood up and led me down into the club. But I sure did want to leave and never look back at all. Just forget about all this. All the while I never wanted to leave. Since I got here I haven't had any visions and was able to live, to live like a normal human could.
'But that wont last long I bet…'
Richter's POV
"Kaitlyn's abilities as a psychic are few. She has visions and I believe that is it, unless she hasn't told me all of it."
"Wow. Visions of what?" I was so interested in that part. Visions of the past or future or both?
"Her visions are mostly of the past and future. But the only problem she runs into is she cant tell when it is happening in the past like what year or sometimes how long ago. Then with the future she can clarify around when the time it will happen."
"Oh. How long has she been a psychic? Well, no I meant how long has she known that she is a psychic?" my mom asked her.
"Since she was 5 years old. At that age up until 13 years old was the hardest years for her. it's the hardest for any psychic, its mostly because they are so young and that is when their powers, or abilities, grow into what they will be gifted with, even if Kaitlyn says it isn't no gift it's a horrid curse."
"She doesn't want it? It as in be a psychic."
"No. not one bit."
Finally I spoke up after not knowing what to say about everything up until now. Could her and her visions be why I had all those dreams of her?
"Mrs. Keesler, why does she not want the visions?"
"Only she can tell you. It is her right to tell you not mine."
I only nodded. For some reason I was starting to feel very sleepy. Was one of the dreams of her coming on?
"Mrs. Keesler, is there some place I could lay down? I just feel…"
I didn't know how I felt. 'Exhausted? Dead inside? Wait…I am, but…but maybe in a new meaning? As in without her?'
"Yes Richter there is. We only have to rooms but we have this wide couch over here," she said as she got up and led him over to where the couch was, "Feel free to rest or sleep on it ok?" She smiled, man Mrs. Keesler was so kind.
"Ok thank you." I tried to give her my best smile that I could since her hospitality was indescribable.
She walked back over to where my mom and dad where sitting as I laid down on the couch, my back to them and my face towards the backing of the couch.
"Now tell us more about Kaitlyn…"
But they just got drowned out as I felt myself become unfocused and almost feeling as if I was floating somewhere out there not on earth. But I soon realized, as the dream started, that I was still on earth, but questioning if I was in a vision of hers or what else could be going on…
~Dream~
'The club…I was back in the club but for some reason I could freely move around. And so I looked around and I couldn't see Kaitlyn or the vampire that had been almost draining her. And then I noticed it. Their was something different about the club this time around. The club was not as dark as it previously had been, it wasn't hard to see around for a human anymore. But that's when I could no longer move freely and then she and he showed up. She looked so week and deep set in her eyes I could see she was in pain, weak and so sad. I needed her to see me, needed her to tell me anything like the club's name…anything to help her! When she looked up to looked around her eyes locked with mine and my heart jammed up into my throat, and she looked like she was trying to get over to me or at least get away from him…so I did the only thing I could think of at the time…scream.
"KAITLYN!"
And I was blasted out of the club, facing the front of the club. Damn it all, was I not suppose to be able to talk to her anymore? And the moment I look up to the sky, asking god knows who why and for some kind of sign that she is more ok tan what I say her and help even, and I realized I was staring right at the club's sign, seeing the name of it.
'Finally…shit and crap this isn't good…not good one bit.'
The club's name was well know in the Daybreak Circle, we kept a close watch oh who was part of it. Any dangerous or wanted vampires, witches, shape shifters, and even some humans, usually because the hired someone from the Night World to do something horrible for them or even with them sometimes. I just couldn't believe it was this club and I never knew it.
Black Dusk…'
