I felt a stressful uncertainty. If I were to tell Hunter about the
truck that followed me he would become smothering. He always got too
overprotective during these kinds of situations. One thing I could not
stand when it came to our relationship was how he treated me like a child.
He seemed to think that I couldn't fight my own battles. The fact that I've
survived my evil father and his dark coven is not enough for him.
My mind raced as I plopped down onto my bed. I knew I would have to
tell him. Eventually, he would find it out anyways. It was Friday night. I
had gone to the gym directly after school and then to Hunter's house. The
whole night had exhausted me. Just thinking of who the stalker was
exhausted me.
It couldn't have been Ciaran. His powers are gone. Killian? He was a
strong blood witch. What if he wanted revenge for his father? Case scenario
1, I thought blankly to myself. No other ideas came to mind. The last
thought in my mind before I slipped into my dreamless sleep was, who?
My eyes opened to reveal my dark bedroom. I wondered what had woken me up it was only a little past midnight. My senses started to cast out almost as an instant reflex. Mary K. was sleeping, my parents. asleep. Dagda was curled up near my feet. There was something else though. The only thing I could connect was the same feeling I had when the person had entered the gym. I slipped out of my covers and stared out of my window. A white cat sat on my lawn staring directly up. at me. I knew it to be no normal cat. A person who transformed? Killian could probably transform but would he portray the same animal as Ciaran and me? Maybe but maybe not. The look that the cat gave me was one of pure hatred, through and through. Quietly and quickly, I snuck downstairs and snuck out the front door. The cat sat there. looking at me. I approached it, "Who are you? What do you want?" It hissed at me and ran off. Chasing a human disguised as a cat in the middle of the night did not appeal to me. I simply crept back into my bed, curled up, and shut my eyes. For a brief second I could have sworn I heard someone say, "Who?"
My eyes opened to reveal my dark bedroom. I wondered what had woken me up it was only a little past midnight. My senses started to cast out almost as an instant reflex. Mary K. was sleeping, my parents. asleep. Dagda was curled up near my feet. There was something else though. The only thing I could connect was the same feeling I had when the person had entered the gym. I slipped out of my covers and stared out of my window. A white cat sat on my lawn staring directly up. at me. I knew it to be no normal cat. A person who transformed? Killian could probably transform but would he portray the same animal as Ciaran and me? Maybe but maybe not. The look that the cat gave me was one of pure hatred, through and through. Quietly and quickly, I snuck downstairs and snuck out the front door. The cat sat there. looking at me. I approached it, "Who are you? What do you want?" It hissed at me and ran off. Chasing a human disguised as a cat in the middle of the night did not appeal to me. I simply crept back into my bed, curled up, and shut my eyes. For a brief second I could have sworn I heard someone say, "Who?"
