A/N- this one is from Kyle's POV
sorry its not as long, but it has alot of information
oh and the updates are going to slow down slightly cause i already had the first 3 chapters written
but after this one none are done so it will take longer till the next update
Ca'Prudii
Chapter 3
Kyle
I drove home at my normal speed now that Cris was out of the car, about 90 mph. I knew she would have freaked if I drove that fast, and Mark ordered us to be discrete. Not that I cared particularly much, but orders are orders.
It took less then minute to reach our giant red brick house nestled against a forest at the edge of town. Three stories tall and with a basement, yet almost nobody knew it existed; we had it built a year back. I drove around back to the garage and parked my Mercedes next Mark's black BMW and Brea and Kara's red Crossfire. I had to admit I was jealous of that car, though Mark wouldn't let me buy one.
I grabbed my school bag from the backseat and ran into the house. It felt so go to move fast after a day of controlling my speed. Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed the back of my shirt as I ran past. Brea yanked me over and I landed smack on the floor.
"What was that for?" I asked indigently though I already saw the answer in her sapphire eyes.
"You know better then to run in the house. Kara's not going to be pleased," she smirked. I jumped up in a flash, but she was already gone. I heard her laughing in her room upstairs. As much as I loved Brea, she was always was catching me when I least expected it and made me look like a fool. Whatever, I get her back eventually, like always.
I ran upstairs to my room on the third floor. It was a fairly large room with two dark blue couches and a shelf full a books against the east wall and a shelf half full of CD's on the west wall. The other half was filled with art supplies: pastels, paints, pencils and pads. Reading, music, and art were my passions. Though I felt like reading now more than anything else. It was always good to lose yourself in a good book.
I walked over to my bookshelf searching for some novel to read. Star Wars today, I think maybe clone wars. I loved Star Wars; it had to be the most brilliant idea since Lord of the Rings. I reached up and pulled Shatterpoint off the shelf and sprawl on the blue leather couch closest to my large window.
I had gotten six chapters in when Mark called my name. It was not any louder than normal speech but I still heard him. Inwardly I groaned. The book was getting interesting, but all the same I got up and made my way down stairs probably slower than was necessary.
"What took you so long," teased Brea. I gave her a look.
"I was in the middle of a book,"
"Oh…and it was so good you couldn't put it down."
"Yup," I smirked back.
"Stop it you two," Mark snapped. "We've got a problem." Kara was standing intently behind him, her face serious, red-gold hair shining strangely against cobalt eyes.
"What," Brea asked suddenly focused.
"Cris," Mark replied. I knew that was coming and sighed.
"What about her?" she asked again slightly harsh.
"I think we need to tell her,"
"Why she survived this long," Kara cut in, "If she knows that could put her into even more danger."
"We could also be putting her in danger if we didn't tell her," Mark insisted. I stood there silently, knowing what was coming. I would have to tell her. Break the secret and make her aware of the whole new world that she is destined to be apart of.
Kara looked at Mark then agreed, "Yes, you've got a point, but I still think it could put her in more danger. Kyle what do you think?"
I looked up slowly, gazing to each of their eyes. "I don't know. I think maybe we should tell her. It would be easier to protect her if we did."
Mark nodded in agreement. "Lets wait a couple more days and if they show up we'll tell her. Kyle keep an eye on her, but please don't start a relationship."
I growled, "Why not? It could make this whole thing easier."
"Or it could make it harder. They could recognize your relationship with Cris and use it against us."
"Fine. Whatever." I turned away.
"Kyle don't be like this," Mark said, "You don't know what could happen to you or her if you start this relationship. Just be a friend."
I made no sign that I had heard, but ran up the stairs disgusted. How could I avoid getting close to her with the way she smelled? Like vanilla and cherries, maybe strawberries too. It was the sweetest think I had ever not tasted.
Brea called my name clearly wanting to talk. I however ignored her and shut my bedroom door. Crossing to my CD's I picked out Rammstein- one of my favorite German rock groups- and used the booming music to tune out everything else, as I absorbed myself into the struggles of Mace Windu in Shatterpoint.