Reagan- I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden it felt like something inside of me, broke. Waves of uncontrollable power flooded from my body, and I didn't want to stop it… I wanted to continue to freeze everything. So I guess that's what my power is. The entire time I used it, I had so many of my greediest wants flying through my mind, and they seemed to be at my fingertips. The main one though, was how I desired my hair back, including my eyebrows and eyelashes. As soon as Elysebeth granted my wish to go back home, I instantly felt no need to continue my power. I was incredibly pleased to see that my want had been granted, and my hair had been returned.
I stare at myself in the full length mirror of my bedroom. Something has changed about me, most definitely… I can't seem to put my finger on it though... I seem to have lost that childish innocence, and gained a wild womanly look. My eyes seem different as well, there seems to be something a little more I don't want to say sinister about my own self, but they seem darker and more understanding of the apocalyptic situation. I smile coldly at my reflection. Already, I seem to be having more morbid thoughts… Could this be the reason I was UN wanted to age eighteen and have access to my power? Could they have feared I couldn't control my own power? Why, that is ridicules! I'm always in control… Always…
That conversation I had with Clay, at the hospital I found unsettling. He asked me to join him in the Night World. He asked me to give up my humanity in order to be a shape shifter, or a polymorph as I call it… He asked me to give up my control and be like him… I remember that conversation so clearly…
"You can become a shape shifter like me, you can choose to never age and the day of your eighteenth shall never come"…Says Clay with hope in his eyes. Reagan looks up at him, her face is puzzled. "You mean, I'd become immortal"? She asks. Her expression clearly shows that she is by far confused. Clay loses the flirtatious joking way he had been, and stares at her with heavy eyes. "Yes, I'm asking you to give up being a human, and join me". He says, his tone is urgent and he tries to be as convincing as possible. Reagan picks at her hands. Clay watches the nervous action and by the way she does it, it most likely isn't the first time. "Would I have any choice on what animal I would change into"? Reagan asks, her voice is more thoughtful, like she might actually take Clays offer. Clay sighs sadly. "No, it's sort of like being a vampire… I'd have to bite you, and then in a day or two you would have the ability to shape shift, into a lioness of course"… Clay says trying to sugarcoat his offer best he can. Reagan's eyes fall in disappointment. "Oh… I see then. Well here's the problem though… You see, I have to be in control of myself, or I fall apart piece by piece, brick by boring brick". Clay stares hard at Reagan, he is obviously angered. The way he sits up straighter and how he cracks his knuckles louder. Reagan continues to pick at her hands until she rips a piece of her skin of. A long trickle of blood seeps out and across her hand. Before Reagan can continue to dig at her wound, Clay slaps her hand away. "Knock it off"! He snarls. Reagan looks taken aback. "Just be glad I'm not a vampire, or I'd probably be enjoying a midafternoon snack"… He says very darkly. Reagan's face goes white. Clay instantly hides his true ways, after realizing that he is in fact scaring Reagan. That can't be done, she needs to trust him. "Though don't you worry Rae, I won't let anyone hurt you. The possibility of me leaving your side is one to a million"… Clay reaches out and tweaks her nose playfully, causing Reagan to laugh, but not feel completely safe…
I sit on the edge of my bed, and think. It's been a couple days and still Clay stays with me. Though when I refused his offer, he showed me a side of him that was like the lion he is… he showed me his predator side, and he made it very clear that at any given moment I could become prey… As if he can hear my thoughts, I honestly don't know, can shape shifters do that? The door opens and in walks Clay. "We need to talk". He says bluntly. I nod. I sense he's frustrated, did grandma already tell him about my little run in with my powers?
Clay- I walk into Reagan's room. Her hair really is back, and she has a more sinister aura to her. Like a Night person… That is actually good. That might persuade her to join the Night World side after all… We need to talk I say. She nods. "I need to know what would happen if I chose to save the Night world, and what would happen if I chose to save the human world"… I sigh. I had been dreading this moment… According to the prophecy, I begin. That if you choose to save the Night World, you will be worshipped as the queen of all night world creatures even the royal ones, or even be considered a goddess. The world will become our hunting grounds, and you will control it. If you choose though, to save the human world, they will remain ignorant to your acts, you will be stripped of your powers, but you are rumored to receive a wish. You are supposedly allowed to wish for anything you can imagine. Though that's all just a rumor though… I say slyly. Reagan lies back on her bed. Anyways, I see your hair is back where it belongs. I guess some of your powers kicked in! I say while smiling. "Yeah, I guess I did"… I stand up and look at her; she levels her eyes with mine. Just don't go around using them all the time Rae, we have to make the right choices, when certain people's fates are on our hands…