When Zara woke up some hours later, boy did she have a banging headache!
She sat up on the sofa with a groan, removing her head from Alastair's shoulder. What the hell had happened-?
Drunk, she finally concluded, glancing to her other side at Lucy, then looked around.
So Elazar hadn't come...
Why? That was so unlike him.
But just then, Michael walked into the room, face grave.
'We have a serious problem.' He told Zara, his eyes serious.
A few hours earlier...
Michael was walking back to the mansion in the dark, h ands in his pockets and mind buzzing.
What the hell was Elazar gonna do-? Jealousy had never came into his language before...
It was completely unknown how he was going to react to Zara and Alastair. Although, he was prepared to bet she'd been drunk out her face or Alastair at least.
As he walked past Jodie Starr's house, he stopped dead.
The smell was word enough.
He glanced up at her window, then his metallic blue eyes widened in shock as he saw the scarlet on the window.
'Oh crap...' he said in a hushed whisper, then ran to the door- it was ajar. Michael ran in, as he past the living room, he stopped dead in horror.
What the hell had happened-?
It was Jodie. Or, at least he thought so. The cream walls ran red. Then he saw the other two sleeping bags.
Hell... she was having a sleep-over. But-? Where were the other two?
Michael glanced up at the ceiling- oh great... looked like Gabriel had gone on a senseless rampage or something.
He walked up the stairs, silently treading- the blood on the walls leading upwards was proof enough. Following it, he came to a closed door. From the nameplate, it was Jodie's room. With a groan at the smudged, bloodied handprint upon the cream woodwork, he pushed it open.
And was even more horrified, if that was possible, at the sight that met his eyes.
Oh, there was the two girls alright. And the soft pink wall crying blood as it streaked down, red and deadly.
He walked forwards, shocked eyes still on the very much dead girls.
What-? Who had-?
'Hello Mickey.'
Michael's eyes widened even more as he looked at the shadowy part of the room- and saw his brother standing there, bathed in darkness.
Then he stepped into the light, shocking Michael further.
Most of Elazar's face was stained scarlet, as were his clothes. His eyes were dark and unforgiving- like an avenging angel.
'Elazar... what have you done?' Michael asked quietly, shaking his head a little.
Elazar shrugged, then pushed the dead girls of the bedd, making them land on the other side with a wet thump. 'Why does it matter Mickey? I tried to change!' His eyes flashed. 'I did change! For her sake!' He got up now, walking over to the smudged window and glaring out of it.
'I give up Mickey. Why do I even bother-?' He said quietly, the dried blood on his face grew damp.s
Michael sighed. 'El... Why don't you just tell her? '
Elazar's eyes burned dangerously. 'So I can be shoved back again?' Michael groaned now. 'Hell! She and Alastair were drunk!'
But the demon with sapphire eyes ignored him- excuses.
Then he stood up and walked over to his older sibling and grabbed the front of his jacket.
'Leave- me- alone.' he hissed, then snapped and pushed him hard so he smashed into the window, tumbling out of it.
Michael landed ok, but that wasn't the problem...
Elazar had snapped... well and truly.
Zara listened to Michaels discovery with wide eyes. Then-
'Why though? Seriously he must have a reason! I though he'd changed?'
Michael sighed, then lied swiftly.
'I don't know.'
Zara groaned. 'Is he still there? Or has he gone home?' Michael had to think about that for a second, then.
'Mansion... why?'
Zara sighed, picking up her jacket as she headed to the door. 'I'm off to find out whats up.'
Michael knew he should have stopped her, but for some reason...
He didn't
Holy crap has Elazar snapped! Jeez... those 3 poor girls! Hmm... Zara is going to find out whats up with him-? next chapter will be interesting! x Nic