Here is another chapter, sorry for the long delay. The chapter after this is just the translations for this chapter they will be posted at the same time.
The Yin Yang symbol can be seen as goodness and noble dark, for the need to protect those we love is a necessary part of love. In that way, the entire symbol represents the types of love. Evil is something different and it is not a part of the symbol because the world can exist without it. Pure peaceful and nurturing love will always need a way to access noble dark for protection, and noble dark will always need access to pure and nurturing love to survive, and so, as the symbol shows, they do belong together.
It was time to divide and conquer in our individual way, even if Caleb didn't know of my part in this. Tomorrow was his ascension, his eighteenth birthday and our now un-important school dance that some will attend to playoff others absence. Pogue will be with Kate and alert me when she awakes, Sara and Billie will be with their men at the dance since it was the best alibi. Even now I awake to the steady patter of rain upon my window, droplets yet to scatter the nascent rays of the rising sun. The sound brings a calmness to mind, a soothing melody, a natural lullaby. With eyes at rest, I feel my center, live happily within myself for these blessed moments of solitude.
My body was sore, and each muscle felt like it was on fire as I walked to my bay window seeing the rain like a thick watery curtain, the dark gray clouds block any light from entering it was another sign. The mist was thick making visibility for some much harder, but I needed to do a few things and it is best if Caleb didn't stop me. With this in mind, it was time to start my day, my dark jeans and dark gray sweater will help keep the chill at bay. I did adore this sweater the neck was large and puffy letting me wrap a long black scarf around me along with my black boots, food and I was good to go.
Aunt Rainy was in the kitchen with none other than Mrs. Danvers, both looking refreshed. I tried and failed to greet them with a smile, "Good morning ladies, it is not even seven in the morning and you're planning my wedding," they smiled but it was lacking as Auntie passed me a raspberry and cheese Danish that was still warm with a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice.
"Thank you, I have plans today and rather Caleb not be alerted of them. Caleb has power, but we all know Chase has the high ground right now. I need to have words with Mr. Danvers his time is nearly gone and he can help save his son if he will's his share of the power. I fully understand it will kill him but is there any better way to go?" my eyes pleading with them to understand they fiddled with their napkins as I ate. The silence put us on edge, it was about as normal as deserted streets in London's rush-hour.
"I will meet you there, my dear," she must agree all I do is nod finishing the Danish in two large bites. With no more words they watch me leave, Danvers Sr was renowned for his power and abilities, but he got greedy and used and used, and since they never tied themselves off it ate his youth as payment. Now he could at least use that last bit of power and will his share to his son, it would kill him but his power deep inside was strong and as vast as in his youth.
Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as I calmly drive onwards. The skies are overhung with a blanket of grey, so much so that I can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds. Despite car rides feeling tedious, the rain commonly calms me - I watch raindrops race down to the windows. The occasional wave of a puddle can be exciting, but I'd rather be outside in those puddles than stuck in this car.
I knew where the coven located Mr. Danvers because not like he could strut around town like the rest, he was looking ancient from my understanding. Pogue was the only Son to know of my plans and Billie the only sister to know, it was cruel knowing he would die and would make me look evil. Love was never evil, love was pure, real love that is.
The abandoned house stood in a composed way as if it had chosen solitude for itself as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odor, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve. A spring clean, some fresh flowers, perhaps the house would enjoy the luxury of company. I stand outside of my car waiting for Mrs. Danvers before their caretaker Gorman.
She arrived in style, her tone soft when she reached my car. "Our family's first colony house," her hand waving me onwards.
"It is stunning, needs some work like cleaning and such," the brushes are overgrown as we wade through them. The rose's long-dead when a loud shot rang out and my head snapped, the man was pinned to the wall and his gun discarded on the floor.
"Gorman, I'm sorry for the lack of notice. It's me Evelyn and a daughter of Salem. We're here to see James," a littler firmer tone as I released him, poor old man but in truth, he shot at us and it was more a reflex action.
"Sorry Ma'am," he sputtered leading us further up to what looked like a loft where a man of eighty looked to be sitting, but inside he was but fifty, the poor bastard. He was fragile even when his head turned to see his stunning wife sit in front of him than they touched on me.
He coughed a wet mucus-filled cough as I spoke, "Insula nomen meum O'Conner. Ego filiam natu maximam Salem, proferens amicam, et filii tui. Et occisus est in perfide contra filiam et ire necesse videtur filium tuum filii scelesti techinis," each word chosen with care, but getting to the points that needed to be discussed.
He wheezed, every word looked to have cost him a day of life. "Voluntas mea fiet. potest dici quod filius meus disceptatione irritarentur," that pride was evident and misplaced, yes Caleb was powerful but Chase stole power and that made him a danger.
Tense, my voice was filled with tension and boiling anger. "Non est periculum, Danvers. Patres et matres in sua potestate impius, rapinamque reddiderit Chase maybe participes. Et ecce ego interficiam filium ligatum ad filios, i un de soruce ut non defluet cum aetate et usu virtutis. Sed iam sunt, per pugnam, et vos crastino ei fiet in eo iuvare potest ad semel," there was little reason to beta around the brush, he was a grown man who fell into what I saw Reid falling into.
What Evelyn and I took as a chuckle escaped his chapped lips, " Volendo se viribus meis?
I hated this geezer. " Quod sic.
Vis ad se servare filium," he wouldn't, I knew right than he wouldn't do as such.
Said back to me with no emotion. "nullum,"
My body was up, my posture looked to be forged of steel as I gazed down at this waste. "Rerum, quod sit conatus. Filii autem seniorem covina iuvencus adgnovitque minas conversus est, et in nobis. Ego iuvencus adgnovitque minas senioribus meis. Chaleb recuso mori sine venatione eundum," my choice was to join the fray, or find Chase and try to take him out myself.
His mother stormed out with a very firm angry, "I will be back first thing in the morning, and you better have changed your mind. You have failed your family, your son, and wife, your coven. You think on this tonight, James Danvers," she flew passed me with tears streaming down her face, my walk was slower as I thought of ways to take Chase out.
Not like Caleb was destined to fight him, it was never foretold in either book. Her tired made a loud sound of protest before it was gone faster than I blinked. No sooner had she gone than her beloved son, my boyfriend pulled in. He was angry, he must have guessed why my presence was at his ancestral home. The way he moved was dangerous he was stalking towards me, "How dare you, Isla,"
"I will do as I see fit, Caleb. You will not win tomorrow, he has too much power and you have forbidden the Sons from fighting with you. Tried to ban me from it, but you're not my master," I was not scared of him but of this reaction, he was showing.
He grabbed my shoulder with enough force to dislocate, it hurt but his face didn't register his actions. "Stay clear of this place. Stay clear of the fight tomorrow, do you understand me,"
Words left me. I stared into those dark brown eyes burning with anger, and my heart fell silent. "Answer me!" he roared. But I couldn't will my lips to move. As if stuck underwater, everything was slow and warbled as he pointed a shaky finger in my face. "Do you have nothing to say? I have poured my heart out to you, now tell me you will do as I asked," he demanded. But my mind was blank and my eyes wide as I stared at him in horror. His eyes desperately searched mine… waiting. I had to say something! I searched my mind for something reasonable to say.
But nothing, anger flared and with that tossed his ass into the massive willow tree. No words had to be said as I fled in my car heading to Pogue who would fix my shoulder up.
He did with a few choice curse words via phone, I just held Kates hand hearing sporadic words. "Asshole. Her damn shoulder. Abuse. Temper. She is right. Broken up," he was right.
"Get some rest, Pogue," Aunt Rainy chimed in from the door as Pogue looked dead on his feet his appearance is disheveled and borderline dead. I asked, "Pogue, I am heading to Nic's to eat with our family, come on. After Ill take you home so you can rest. We all know Kate is safe with Rainy," he wanted to protest it was clear as day on his face but his body just struggles to stand and face the music, and the music was singing a lullaby.
His voice was husky and tired, "I will be back in a few hours, food, shower, and some sleep than my ass is back here," that was fine with us just as long as he actually got some sleep. My tires are the only noise for some time as he was sleeping as my car was heading to Nic's for some food, I never needed an excuse to eat unlike some. The hospital was now behind us as the car engine sung to the lone country roads, the rain made metallic drops against the roof of my car but it was soothing.
Thankful that Pogue was not a snorer, the ride was smooth as I pulled in nearly twenty-three minutes later seeing them waiting by the door for us. Touching his arm, the black muscle shirt kinda smelled right now. "Pogue, we arrived let's get some food before I take you home," in fact, he was crashing at my place so he could take my car back to the hospital.
"Yeah sorry,"
My sigh was just as tired as he looked, "Don't be, I understand. After this, we're going back to my place you can crash in my bed and take my car back to the hospital. Its safer at my place for us now," he was at a small apartment by himself not very safe at all.
"You sure?"
"Obviously," fatigue was ruling his remaining brain cells.
It was packed, it was the day before the big dance and all the students must have wanted to either dance or play pool with some good ass bar food. Nic himself walked up to us, "Had to kick Chase out, he was acting so different. What can I get you?"
Billie smiled up at him with large eyes, "That's fine, we had to stop being friends with him. I would like a sourdough BLT with fries, please, oh a cherry coke as well," each placed their order until it was just Pogue and me.
"A charbroiled chicken club with house battered fries and a chocolate cherry cheesecake shake. And you Pogue?"
"Same," was muttered as his eyes scan the bar praying Chase was still lingering.
Nic groaned, "Sorry about Katie, is she going to be okay. We have been really worried about her, ya'll are like family," this was how it was for us sisters back home.
Reid answered, "Thanks Nic, she is getting better but not out of the woods yet. Pogue hasn't left her side, Isla had to drag him here to eat and then home after to finally sleep and shower the stink from him,"
"I don't smell,"
I retorted, "Bet," the table erupted in laughter because he did, but he just shook his head waiting to eat.
And boy did he, he ate his and half my fries, Nic just brought some more fries and another meal. The fries are no doubt the best I have ever had, never had battered fries and never will I live that negative life again. My belly was full and Pogue was ten out of ten nearly ready to crumble to the floor when I saw Caleb walking in. I was outie, "Pogue, we're leaving now. In no way am I staying," his dark hazel eyes locked with his brother, his best friend.