Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
AN- Oh. My. God. I am SO PISSED about pictures! One of my loving reviewers asked, and now they're going to get the whole story! Usually at our school, they let the seniors wear whatever they want for the picture that will be up in the hallway. But because of our classes stubbornness, they decided to make the guys wear half tuxes and us girls wear DRAPES! I hated it! Stupid school! Now I have a picture like my moms, which is so not what I planned on… anyway, heres your update. Gr……
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No, Emily."
Three steps later…"Are we there yet?"
"Emily! For the love of god, no! I don't even know where the hell we were going, you were suppose to know! Didn't you put this idiot in the curse in the first place?"
"Oh… yeah, I know where the mansion is! What do you think I am, a blonde?" She retorted, huffing her way in front of him.
"Yes, I do." He muttered to himself.
(Had to throw in a blonde thing, sorry all you blondes! I love you!)
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Meanwhile, the immortal with hair of fire watched her prey from her tree perch.
So far she had learnt the brown haired mortal had put another mortal under some small magic spell because of her jealousy, and black haired mortal assumed the "ruth" girl he was looking for was in the "mansion" with the guy under the curse.
In other words, a teenage soap opera at its finest.
But the immortal did know she'd make sure this girl called Ruth wouldn't be harmed by the boy called Caleb. She could see into people souls, and already she had seen Caleb's soul was as black as his hair.
Emily didn't have a soul, apparently for the small magic she did she lost her soul to the devil.
The immortal flew on ahead of the couple, intent on getting to the mansion first.
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Ruth had managed to get Lane to his bedroom, with Riley's help, and was feeding him since he couldn't even do that.
She was sitting Indian style on the bed in between Lane's legs with the plate of food, and after every so bite or drink she'd stroke his face run her hands through his hair.
She had no idea on how to help him recover his talking ability, or physical therapy for that matter. And she prayed that Caleb didn't know the way to the mansion, since she figured by now he would've found his uncle's remains and would be out for revenge.
All of her thinking made her become distracted from combing his hair out with her fingers. He made a soft moaning sound, which snapped her attention back to him. She gave him a smile, and kissed him.