Chapter 11

Helpless

"Come with me..." Cameron said and turned to walk away.

"Where?" Airiana asked.

Cameron turned around, obviously annoyed, and grabbed Airiana's arm. "Don't ask questions, just walk. You wouldn't have time to ask questions if I were Cretus."

Moments later, Airiana found herself in the gym doorway.

"What are we doing here?" She asked.

"Training."

"I'm not exactly dressed for the part."

Cameron turned around to see Airiana dressed in Jeans and a T-shirt.

"Well, lucky for you, I took the liberty of goig through your wardrobe to find the proper attire."

"You went in my wardrobe."

"Yes."

"How did you get in my room."

"I have the spare key."

"How did you get the spare key."

"I have my ways. And soon, you will have my ways, because if you want to survive, your gonna have to me more like me."

"I'm not exactly the creepy stalker type." She mumbled.

"What. Did I hear you wanna do 600 push-up's?"

"No, I um-I said thanks for finding my proper attire." Airiana's golden eyes wet wide, hoping he was coinvinced.

"Nice try." Cameron said.

"I though it was a good attempt."

Airiana went to get changed into the knee-length tights and the the sports bra-shirt.

Cameron turned and walked by a shelf. He threw a pair of red boxing gloves to Airiana. She caught them instinctively.

"Well, you can catch, let's see if you can punch." Cameron commented.

Cameron grabbed a hand held punching bag and stabalised himself.

"Go."

Airiana began to puch it at about 50%. Cameron sighed.

Airiana pushed her strength to qbout 70%. He still wasn't impressed.

Fine, Airiana thought, 100%. She was punching furiously. Right right left right. Right right left right.

"Stop, stop, just stop." Cameron said and raised his hand, dropping the punching bag.

"What?" Airiana raised her hands. She sighed and unstrapped the gloves, throwing them to the ground.

Next, he made her lay down onto the board, ready to do some bench-press. She chalked her hands and then began to feel for the right bit of the bar to hold.

She began to push the 15kg bar up. It wasn't hard, she thought.

Cameron snuck around the back, and, without Airiana noticing, he added one 5kg ring to each side of the bar.

Hmmm, it feels heavier, maybe i'm just getting tired, Airiana thought.

Camron added another 10kg rings to each side. It would've been 45kg.

Holy shit, this is getting really heavy, Airiana thought.

She was beginning to break a sweat.

Cameron added 30kg rings to each ends of the bar, and Airiana abruptly dropped the bar onto her body, under the pressure of 105kg.

Now Airiana was punching into a hanging punching bag, while Cameron stared out the window, checking for danger.

"Ok, that's it." Airiana called.

"What's it?" Cameron turned around to see Airiana leaning up against the punching bag, gloves on the ground in front of her.

"I'm not moving until you get off your ass and train too."

"I'm not on my ass."

"You know what I mean." Airiana glared.

"Ok, fine, I'll do something."

Cameron was lifting his chin above the bar fiercly. His back muscles tensed up, defining the tattoo of a strange word on his back. It read, nominataka.

"Hey, what does that mean. Nominataka?" Airiana asked.

"Nominataka means 'number six'." Cameron said, unphased by her questions as he lifted his chin above the bar once more.

"What language is that."

"It's from the zarkulatrik tribe. The ancestors of Cretus." Cameron replied, jumping down from the bar and walking over to the treadmill.

"Now, stop punching and start running."

Airiana unstrapped the gloved, putting them back in their shelf, and stood on the conveyerbelt of the treadmill.

Cameron started her's on the medium vamporic setting. Which was pretty fast. Airiana almost forgot this was a school for night people.

He noticed she was taking it in with ease, he turned it up a knoch.

"This is childsplay." Airiana teased.

Cameron turned it up another knoch.

"So, will you tell me about the past?" Airiana asked.

Cameron pushed the speed up to 200km and smiled a little as Airiana lost her footing, fell onto the conveyerblet and slid off and away.

"So, tomorrow, same place, same time. Got it?" Cameron asked.

"Got it."

"Good."

Blaise was hooking up with some Charlie guy at the back of the maths block. She began to get vicious and desperate. But she'd never felt that way before. All because of that stupid Gillian, she thought.

"Whoa, whoa, Blaise, slow down." Charlie stepped back holding his hands up.

"What, am I not good enough for you, is that it!" She cried.

"No, I just-"

"Fuck you." Blaise interrupted him.

"What?"

"You heard me." Blaise snarled.

She pushed Charlie to the ground and used her magic to hold him there as she began to start her spell.

"Shyla burn, shyla blow, shyla drina strie ba yen-"

"Hey, what's going on here." Gillian stepped out from the corner. Blaise stopped chanting.

"Fuck you, too." Blaise said as she stormed past the little, confused Gillian.

It was getting dark as Blaise walked towards the car park in her black jeans and white and black corset type shirt. She slid into her car and slammed the door, starting the engine.

She zoomed on down to a club in called 'CityChicago.'

She stormed in and plonked herself down at the bar.

"What's your poison?" A hefty bartender asked.

"Straight tequila shot." Blaise said robotically.

The bartender appeared moments later with a small cup of light yellow tequila.

Blaise scoffed it down like thanksgiving turkey and banged the cup on the bench, signalling for another.

"Hurry Hurry! It's Blaise, she's gone!" Cried Thea as she ran into the lounge of the dorms. Everyone began to panic. People were questioning her and Gillian, and Thierry, he was furious. He didn't want to be responsiblle for a dead Harman witch.

But Airiana remembered seeing a place when she was being driven through Chicago, that she thought Blaise might be. A club. Waht was it called again? Something Chicago...City. That's it, CityChicago. Triston was holding his keys and she lurched forward and snatched them out of his hands and she bolted out to the carpark. She felt someone grab her arm and jerk her backwards.

"Where do you think your going?" Cameron scolded.

"I'm going after her." Airiana replied, trying to pull away.

"Off campus...?"

"Yes. You have to let me do this, Cameron."

"...I am. I wanna see how you handle this. But I'm driving." Cameron said and wrenched the keys from her hand and began to run towards the carpark with Airiana.

After Blaise's 7th shot, she decided she should probably be getting back to the school. She left a bundle of cash on the counter and walked out of the bar. She was walking down the dark street when someone grabbed her arm and dragged her into a dark alleyway.

She began to scream but the person covered her mouth.

"Keep your mouth shut!" The man growled.

She was kicking and thrashing as he tied her up and began tugging at her jeans.

Blaise felt helpless.

As Cameron skillfully parked in front of the 'CityChicago' club, Airiana jumped out of the car and was about to run through the door when she heard someone's thoughts run through her head.

WHY?

Her hightened sense of hearing picked up on distant crying.

"Blaise..." She called as she walked slowly down the dark street.

More weeping sounds.

"Blaise...Blaise is that you..."

There was an up-coming alley that Airiana had a bad feeling about.

Please don't be laying in the alley, please, not the alley, Airiana begged.

She stepped out into the entrance of the alley.

And there was Blaise, laying in the alley.

And there was Cameron, standing right behind Airiana.

Airiana had her hands clasped to her mouth.

Blaise was bruised and dirty. Her jeans were ripped and her shirt was torn, and her hands were tied behind her back. Airiana pulled a silver knife from her pocket and cut the ropes loose. Blaise was crying and barely conscious. Airiana pushed the hair from her face and felt herself near tears. She placed one arm under Blaise's back and one in the crook of her legs. She Hoisted her up, adjusted her weight, and began the walk back to Triston's car.

"So. Do you think it was a lycan?" Cameron tested.

"Definitely not." Airiana answered as she lowered Blaise into the car.

"You got good instincts." Cameron relplied.

He started up the car and drove along the black tar road they'd been driving along 5 minutes earlier.

Cameron parked in front of the pharmacy and walked in, leaving Airiana in the car with Blaise.

Airiana turned around in her seat. "Blaise, are you ok...?"

Blaise stirred and mumbled something under her breath.

"What am I saying, of course your not." Airiana answered herself. She sighed and turned back around to find Cameron walking out of the pharmacy with a white paper bag.

He hopped in the car and said, "Anti-depressents." Handing Airiana the bag.

"What, no, we've got to get her to the hospital." Airiana insisted.

"She's a witch, we can't take her to a human hospital. Just take her to the hospital wing back at school, not that there's anything they can do." Cameron said.

"Of course there's something they can do." Airiana scolded.

Back at school, the nurse stepped over to Airiana. "There isn't anything we can do."

Airiana looked over at the door, spotting Cameron leaning up against it's frame, arms folded, just staring as usual.

"If she remember's anything, we have therapy and psycologists available, but, I'm afraid the anti-depressents are the best general medical assistance we can offer." The nurse shrugged. "She'll be let out tomorrow."

Airiana nodded and turned around, walking back too the lounge where surely everyone was.

And there they were, ready to greet Airiana with a "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN" talk.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" Triston yelled as she walked in.

"Did you find her?" Thea asked worriedly.

"Yes, I found her." Airiana said sorrowfully.

"Is she ok. What happened to her?" Lexi asked.

Airiana felt a lump in her throat and a knot in her stomach. "No, no she's not ok."

"What happened to her?" Rashel asked.

Airiana looked at the blank wall behind the group. She couldn't speak. She could feel the words hot in her mouth, but she couldn't speak.

She just truned around and walked up to her room, changed into her pjamas, layed in her bed, and looked up at the ceiling.

Triston walked in a minute later and climbed under the sheets with her. She rolled over and he hugged her to his chest. She snuggled a bit and then closed her eyes.

"It's...not ok. But your ok. And I love you." Triston said.

"I love you too." Airiana whispered.

She felt Triston's arms tighten around her.

Poppy sat at the lounge with James, his arm around her shoulder, his reassuring warmth absorbing into her pale skin.

"I feel so helpless." Poppy sighed.

James kissed the top of her head.

Mary-Lynette was standing just outside the dorm rooms crying with Ash cradling her.

"Oh Ash, I'm so glad you came back." She sobbed.

"Yeah, so am I." Ash agreed.

Thea was sitting at Blaise's bedside with Eric's hand on her shoulder.

Thea was watching Blaise's steady heartbeat on the monitor.

"Do you think she's ok?" Eric asked Thea.

"She's alive. That's all that matters." Thea replied, a tear escaping her eye and streaming down her cheek.

Gillian sat up in her bed feeling like it was all her fault, David whispering, "It wasn't your fault."

Of course it was. She had upset Blaise. Even to that extent.

"Yes it was."

"No, she made the desicion."

"I'm not a child, David, you don't have to protect me!" Gillian scolded.

Rashel was sitting with Quinn in the library. Trying to read away the worry. They were looking at island travel books.

But Rashel still felt helpless.

"This isn't working." Rashel said.

"What? Our relationship?" Quinn sounded very worried.

"No, the reading."

"Oh."

Thierry was sitting on his desk chair with his hands in a prayer form on his lips shaking his head.

"What was I thinking. I can be a leader. I'm not ready." Thierry whined.

"Of course you are, things like this, they're bound to happen." Hannah insisted.

"Your just trying to make me feel better." He said childishly.

"It's true Thierry." Hannah replied.

Jez was lying on the floor next to Morgead.

They both felt helpless.

"I can't believe something like this would happen." Jez said.

"Neither."

"I miss the good old days. Me you and the gang, riding it out all day." Jez said.

"Mmmmm." Morgead mumbled.

"But, I wouldn't go back. This all part of the big adventure." Jez said.

"You think." Morgead looked at her.

She nodded.

Delos was pacing through the room.

"If I was there..." He growled.

"Oh, but you weren't Delos." Maggie said.

"If I met that guy..."

"Oh, but you won't Delos."

"If I saw it happen..."

"Oh, but you didn't, Delos." Maggie said.

"A little moral support would be nice, Maggie." Delos shot at her.

"I don't wanna fuel your rage." She replied.

Keller slammed the door behind her, Galen opened it gently and entered her room.

"I'm gonna die from all this drama one day." Keller snarled.

"You can't die from drama, Keller." Galen said.

"I was being sarcastic, Galen."

"Oh ok."

"i just feel so...Helpless."