Chapter 28
Rachel turned her head in frustration as light shined in her face. Her eyes opened, and squinted as she saw a figure pulling her curtains open. She yawned, and stretched, then sat up. The figure turned, and she heard a smile in a deep male sound. "Hey Angel." Still squinting, she looked up, finally recognizing Chris's wise voice.
"Hey." Memory sank in, and her heart dropped to her stomach. "Gerard's dead."
Chris sat beside her."Yes."
Rachel looked up, and in a quiet, almost nonchalant tone, "Is Raissa dead too?"
Chris hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. She left you this," he handed her a small parchment. She stared at it, almost afraid to take it, but then reached for it, and pulled back her hair with one finger. The small scripture was written in Raissa's barely readable handwriting.
'My dearest students, take care, and make wise decisions in the steps ahead. And now that you have the blood of the magician, use it well. I love you. Your teacher, Raissa.' She blinked back tears as her lip shook. A short note, but it meant so much. Raissa knew she was going to die. She swallowed, and sighed as she placed it on her night stand, then turned to him.
"You ever feel so confused you don't know what to do?" His hand on hers, he grinned.
"It'll be fine. We're going to the Dungeon tonight to get things going again." She looked up angrily.
"Who made that stupid arrangement?"
He shrugged, "Tymmie." Rachel sighed.
"Always trying to cheer me up." After slight hesitation, she asked, "What happened?"
"Stanton and Tym brought you here, and since you needed rest, we left you alone. Tymmie went God knows where, and Serena and Stanton left together. Serena with a weird look in her eyes." She nodded, and gulped.
"So strange."
Chris leaned in with a curious look. "I thought that I loved Collin. But now, my ultimate curiosity is to know...to know...well—" Chris held up a hand. He couldn't read minds, but he was often so smart he didn't need to.
He smiled and said, "It's okay to want something you can't have. I think you guys will get your shot."
Her brows pinched. "Was that supposed to make any sense at all?"
Chris's smile broadened to a grin, then he gave her a brotherly kiss on the forehead. "You'll figure it out. Now get dressed, we have to go to the Dungeon in about three hours." She chuckled, then shook her head, and got out of bed. Chris left, and she walked to the mirror.
The dress was really trashed. Dried salt faded the velvet and clung to the fabric, and where she had been bleeding was a dark stain, and it was torn badly. She shrugged, then took it off. After a two hour bath, she walked about her room in a blue nighty, and rotated her shoulders.
She felt so depressed; and so tired. Clucking her tongue, she smiled at her motto: If you're not happy, then you're the dead one. Her grin broadened, then she threw open her wardrobe, and dug in. She lifted a shiny gold mini. She scoffed, tossed it aside, then pulled out a mild pink tee and black skirt, tossed that aside. After many failed choices, she grinned.
A sexy, silky red spaghetti-strap with a draping neckline, and tight, shiny black hip huggers. Finally, a chain belt slung across her hips, and black stilettos topped it all off. As usual, she only applied glitter, perfume, and one coat of lip gloss. She inhaled deeply to boost her faltering confidence and cheerful attitude, then she grinned, and Chris walked her out to his car.
When they reached the Dungeon, a dark figure leaned on the entrance. She got out of the car, slowly, trying to see who it was. Then, in a flash of light from a passing car, she smiled at Stanton. She eagerly jumped up to him, an unusual talent in the stilettos. He grinned at her broad smile. "Glad to see everything's as it should be around here." Rachel tilted her head, and a secret smile formed on her face.
"Almost everything." Stanton raised a brow in confusion, but led her inside. As soon as she walked in, the DJ stopped the music, stared at her, and everyone who looked at him, followed his gaze to her, only to stare too. She grinned, then sauntered to the center of the floor, the blue lights shining on her. In the spotlight, she put a flirtatious hand on her hip. Her brows cocked at her proud brother, and she shouted, "What's up with you AC? There's no rhythm in this joint." He shook his head embarrassingly, then flipped a few switches on the board, and music started to rock. She rolled her head, and danced. She hardly ever wore spiked heels, so it was a true wonder that she kept such incredible balance on the intricate moves.
At one point, she heard the door open again. "Go Rachel!" Cassandra shouted. But she was already inside. So who came in? At one point, she stopped purposely with a new move to see who it was. Tymmie was staring at her, his eyes wide, running over her appreciatively. He'd never looked at her that way. And she liked it. When the music turned slow, she gave a not too revealing sultry stretch. Her head rolled again, this time slow enough to reveal the creamy skin of her neck. Afterwards, she threw up one hand, as if winning a contest.
The crowd went wild, and she went to the girls. She whispered a little plan of hers, and grinning, Yvonne, Cassandra, Kelly, and Rachel came up on stage. They each took a mike, and sang. Rachel took front and center, Cassandra on her left, and the others on her right. As the music began, she smiled, a natural stage talent, and her voice rang into the mike. "I've been standing out in the rain, I've been calling your name, got that lonely feeling again; Calling out your name; Do you hear me? Do you want me? Baby it's all or nothing now, I don't wanna run and I can't walk out; Breaking my heart if you leave me now, I don't wanna wait forever; who do you think you're fooling? Who do you think you're fooling? Baby it's all or nothing, baby it's all or nothing now."
As she and the girls continued to sing, she watch the emotion change in Tymmie's eyes. After the song ended, the bowed, and without caring about congratulations, she tossed the mike away, and jumped off stage. She looked at Tymmie, who now had a very blase look in his eyes. Gulping, she tentatively approached him.
Hi yall! Spring break was great for me, but it got me very wired. Now like I said, I'm trying to get this overwith as quick as possible, cuz I'm dying to post Brotherly Haunting!!!
Rachel turned her head in frustration as light shined in her face. Her eyes opened, and squinted as she saw a figure pulling her curtains open. She yawned, and stretched, then sat up. The figure turned, and she heard a smile in a deep male sound. "Hey Angel." Still squinting, she looked up, finally recognizing Chris's wise voice.
"Hey." Memory sank in, and her heart dropped to her stomach. "Gerard's dead."
Chris sat beside her."Yes."
Rachel looked up, and in a quiet, almost nonchalant tone, "Is Raissa dead too?"
Chris hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. She left you this," he handed her a small parchment. She stared at it, almost afraid to take it, but then reached for it, and pulled back her hair with one finger. The small scripture was written in Raissa's barely readable handwriting.
'My dearest students, take care, and make wise decisions in the steps ahead. And now that you have the blood of the magician, use it well. I love you. Your teacher, Raissa.' She blinked back tears as her lip shook. A short note, but it meant so much. Raissa knew she was going to die. She swallowed, and sighed as she placed it on her night stand, then turned to him.
"You ever feel so confused you don't know what to do?" His hand on hers, he grinned.
"It'll be fine. We're going to the Dungeon tonight to get things going again." She looked up angrily.
"Who made that stupid arrangement?"
He shrugged, "Tymmie." Rachel sighed.
"Always trying to cheer me up." After slight hesitation, she asked, "What happened?"
"Stanton and Tym brought you here, and since you needed rest, we left you alone. Tymmie went God knows where, and Serena and Stanton left together. Serena with a weird look in her eyes." She nodded, and gulped.
"So strange."
Chris leaned in with a curious look. "I thought that I loved Collin. But now, my ultimate curiosity is to know...to know...well—" Chris held up a hand. He couldn't read minds, but he was often so smart he didn't need to.
He smiled and said, "It's okay to want something you can't have. I think you guys will get your shot."
Her brows pinched. "Was that supposed to make any sense at all?"
Chris's smile broadened to a grin, then he gave her a brotherly kiss on the forehead. "You'll figure it out. Now get dressed, we have to go to the Dungeon in about three hours." She chuckled, then shook her head, and got out of bed. Chris left, and she walked to the mirror.
The dress was really trashed. Dried salt faded the velvet and clung to the fabric, and where she had been bleeding was a dark stain, and it was torn badly. She shrugged, then took it off. After a two hour bath, she walked about her room in a blue nighty, and rotated her shoulders.
She felt so depressed; and so tired. Clucking her tongue, she smiled at her motto: If you're not happy, then you're the dead one. Her grin broadened, then she threw open her wardrobe, and dug in. She lifted a shiny gold mini. She scoffed, tossed it aside, then pulled out a mild pink tee and black skirt, tossed that aside. After many failed choices, she grinned.
A sexy, silky red spaghetti-strap with a draping neckline, and tight, shiny black hip huggers. Finally, a chain belt slung across her hips, and black stilettos topped it all off. As usual, she only applied glitter, perfume, and one coat of lip gloss. She inhaled deeply to boost her faltering confidence and cheerful attitude, then she grinned, and Chris walked her out to his car.
When they reached the Dungeon, a dark figure leaned on the entrance. She got out of the car, slowly, trying to see who it was. Then, in a flash of light from a passing car, she smiled at Stanton. She eagerly jumped up to him, an unusual talent in the stilettos. He grinned at her broad smile. "Glad to see everything's as it should be around here." Rachel tilted her head, and a secret smile formed on her face.
"Almost everything." Stanton raised a brow in confusion, but led her inside. As soon as she walked in, the DJ stopped the music, stared at her, and everyone who looked at him, followed his gaze to her, only to stare too. She grinned, then sauntered to the center of the floor, the blue lights shining on her. In the spotlight, she put a flirtatious hand on her hip. Her brows cocked at her proud brother, and she shouted, "What's up with you AC? There's no rhythm in this joint." He shook his head embarrassingly, then flipped a few switches on the board, and music started to rock. She rolled her head, and danced. She hardly ever wore spiked heels, so it was a true wonder that she kept such incredible balance on the intricate moves.
At one point, she heard the door open again. "Go Rachel!" Cassandra shouted. But she was already inside. So who came in? At one point, she stopped purposely with a new move to see who it was. Tymmie was staring at her, his eyes wide, running over her appreciatively. He'd never looked at her that way. And she liked it. When the music turned slow, she gave a not too revealing sultry stretch. Her head rolled again, this time slow enough to reveal the creamy skin of her neck. Afterwards, she threw up one hand, as if winning a contest.
The crowd went wild, and she went to the girls. She whispered a little plan of hers, and grinning, Yvonne, Cassandra, Kelly, and Rachel came up on stage. They each took a mike, and sang. Rachel took front and center, Cassandra on her left, and the others on her right. As the music began, she smiled, a natural stage talent, and her voice rang into the mike. "I've been standing out in the rain, I've been calling your name, got that lonely feeling again; Calling out your name; Do you hear me? Do you want me? Baby it's all or nothing now, I don't wanna run and I can't walk out; Breaking my heart if you leave me now, I don't wanna wait forever; who do you think you're fooling? Who do you think you're fooling? Baby it's all or nothing, baby it's all or nothing now."
As she and the girls continued to sing, she watch the emotion change in Tymmie's eyes. After the song ended, the bowed, and without caring about congratulations, she tossed the mike away, and jumped off stage. She looked at Tymmie, who now had a very blase look in his eyes. Gulping, she tentatively approached him.
Hi yall! Spring break was great for me, but it got me very wired. Now like I said, I'm trying to get this overwith as quick as possible, cuz I'm dying to post Brotherly Haunting!!!