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Chapter 4:

Or so I thought. When Barrons grabbed me, and pulled me out the door, and made me get into a black Viper, I figured we were going on a very inconspicuous, scoping-out-places-and-people detail. When we got to a huge, club, made completely out of windows, with flashing strobe lights and multiple levels, it was like a slap in the face.

The glass was tinted to almost black in some places, and was completely clear in others, giving the house a modern, but almost hospital feel. He came round and helped me out, and draped an arm around my shoulders, which I thought was odd- until I saw the bouncers looking on, and some club-goers looking on in interest.

When we entered the club, I couldn't help but shiver. It was decorated so... differently. It was stark, and white, in the entrance, with splashes of red, and the deeper into the club we went, the darker the walls got. We walked down a long hall, strobe lights going on either side of us. He greeted some people, giving kisses and hugs to the ladies, and nodding at the men.

We entered a chamber, and I screwed my eyebrows together, confused. It was empty. Our escorts closed the doors behind us, and the floor started moving upwards, and the roof opened up. It was a multi-million dollar version of an elevator.

It stopped in a dark room, plum and accented in lavender, which was contradictory to all the other rooms on the way in. Sitting on a huge, plum velvet couch, was a woman, with long, dark hair, and blue eyes, and pink lipstick on. She was wearing a plum dress, and plum accessories.

"Welcome Jeremie Barron!" She said with a distinctly french accent. It seemed a little.. masculine though. "Et your 'ore."

I opened my mouth to answer, when Barrons squeezed my arm slightly, and my lips smacked shut again.

"Yes. They come and they go." he gave me a look that said that I would not speak. I gave him a look answering that we would be speaking in detail about this 'whore' stuff when we got back to BB&B.

"Why 'ave you graced me wit' your presence?" she flirted, stretching herself out. I looked around and realized that there were men all around the contours of the room. They were almost invisible, dressed in in the same plum colour as the wall. Purple, a royal colour.

"Have you been consorting with Fae Alana?"

Her face contorted in rage. "What right 'ave you to ask me dees?" She sounded really masculine then, and then her voice softened, and went back to normal. "Jeremie, eef you are jealous, den you just need to ask."

"Alan, don't push me." he warned.

Her face contorted with rage again, going red as she yelled, "I gave away dat name when I got de surgurie!"

Oh. That's why. She's a he. Or was. Until she got 'de surgurie'.

"Where has Solus gone Alana?"

"'E 'as not been 'eer lately I can assure you."

"Why are you lying to me Alana?" his voice was getting dangerously soft, and if he was anything like his father that was not very good.

"I 'ave no idea what you are talking about." She looked away, lying so badly that even I could tell that she was lying.

"Don't start this with me Alana." Barrons warned, his voice so soft, that I could hardly hear him.

"I 'ave rien to say to you."

Barrons didn't dignify that with an answer, and turned, and since his arm was still around my shoulders, I turned with him. I blinked a few times, trying to get what looked like a shimmering door out of my field of vision, and when it didn't, I scowled.

Barrons turned and glared at me, looking down at my hand, and then back at me, and I realized that it was twitching. I curled it into a fist to make it stop. I felt this nausea pass over me, and I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before- probably because I was nauseous just being near Barrons.

"It's a tabh'r isn't it?" he whispered almost inaudibly.

"I'd assume so. I've never actually seen one before."

He nodded, and I realized that's why we'd turned around. We were moving downwards, in the multi-million dollar elevator, and since we were on an elevator, we'd had no need to turn around. He'd wanted to see if there was a tabh'r there. And there was.

When we got to the car, I hopped in, and Barrons started driving before my door even closed. We drove for about an hour, before I realized that we'd long since past BB&B. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere where we can practice illusion."

"Wait you know it- oh..." he meant that I'd be practising illusion, and he'd be watching. Wonderful.

He stopped the car abruptly and my head would've smashed through the windshield had I not been wearing a seatbelt. I glared at him and got out. We were out in the middle of nowhere, and it was dark, with only the headlights illuminating where we were. I gooseflesh rose on my arms, and I knew that it wasn't from the wind.

"Okay Dru. Creat an illusion." He crossed his arms, his silk black suit hugging his muscles. He was attractive, in a different way. Not the kind of man I would ever go out with.

I glared. "It's not that easy Barrons."

"Make it that easy."

I ignored that comment and thought of something to make into an illusion. I heard wheels of a car crunching down the road, and my eyes flew open. I saw headlights approaching, and suddenly had no wish to be here. I saw Barrons lift an eyebrow, and I glared, and he put it back down again.

"It seems you can make yourself go nearly invisible Dru."

I opened my mouth to speak and closed it again. I really had nothing to say to that.

The car actually turned out to be an SUV, and an ugly one at that. It was a nondescript type of van, one that you hear about on the news, or from concerned school staff, so that you know to run away from the van. So, basically, a paedophile/ sex offender van. Out of it stepped Gavrael, Brody, Pierce, Dean, Drake and Spencer. They all looked me up and down half appreciatively and half surprised, and I looked down to see that my jacket was open, and being blown back by the wind, exposing more skin than most have ever seen.

"Make an illusion Dru." Barrons was now standing right behind me and I jumped. I nodded and concentrated on making it seem like I wasn't there. And not just partially visible, but invisible. I was concentrating so hard that when I opened my eyes, and looked down, I noticed my palms were bleeding. Oops. The MacKeltar's were panicking.

I ran over to them, and they didn't even look at me. I concentrated on keeping myself like this, and ran right up to Barrons, waving a hand in front of his face. Perfect. I grabbed the keys from his pocket, which he noticed. I concentrated then on also making him feel like he had keys in his pocket. That seemed to make him happy. I sprinted to the Viper, opened the door, slipping in unseen. I dropped the illusion right away, slipping the keys into the ignition, pulling out and speeding off, back the way we'd come.

I sighed. I was exhausted. I rifled through the glove compartment, and found some energy bars there. I opened one and ate, feeling slightly better afterwards. Obviously, I was fairly adept at the whole illusion business. I looked in the rear-view and saw the SUV approaching slowly in the distance. He was probably super pissed. I laughed out loud. So what? I floored it, and withing seconds they were out of sight again. I grabbed another bar, and kept eating until there were none left.

I slowed down a little when we got into town, and drove around until I found the bookstore. I saw the SUV parked out front. I was definitely in for it. I got out, and saw a line of pink on the horizon. It was almost morning.

I entered the store and was instantly slammed against the wall. I was being held up by my neck, and I wasn't getting any air. The MacKeltars were standing and watching behind him, not doing a thing to stop him. I grabbed at his hands, trying to get them off, when I realized something. I could just use illusion again.

I am no longer here. I am no longer here. I am no longer here. I am no longer here... I concentrated on that thought with all of my might, and he growled in frustration, grabbing at 'thin air' and dropping me to the floor. I was no longer there.

This was tiring me out alot faster than the other one. I crawled over to Brody, who was closest, clinging to that thought that I wasn't there. I was no longer there. I dropped at his feet and released that thought, and started seeing black flecks in my vision.

"I need... food." I whispered, and I saw an energy bar enter my field of vision. I grabbed it, and tore open to packaging, eating it in three bites. The black dots went away, but I still felt weak. "Another." I ate the next one, and I was able to push myself up onto my hands and knees. "One more." I ate the last one, and was able to stand. I just felt exhausted.

"Let's try this again." Barrons, grabbed me, and threw me down onto the couch, and was standing above me, only a few inches away. "What the bloody hell was that!"

"The illusion, the Grand Theft Auto, or the second illusion, almost making me pass out?"

"All of it." He growled.

"That's very vague. You could mean anything from how I created the illusion to why I did, and really, that's not that hard to figure out, and taking the car, well that was-"

"Nevermind, Dru. Just don't do it again. I don't take kindly to people who waste my time." He turned, and walked away, stopping as he got to the hallway separating the bookstore from the house. "And since you've wasted my time, the Keltar will do all the illusion exercises with you that I'd planned for tonight, now."

I turned to them, and the exercises began.

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When I heard 'illusion exercises' I thought of mind tricks, and sitting on the couch, creating different illusions. So, when I finished the exercises with more bruises than I'd ever had in my life, I was irked.

Make me think that yer a bug. Brody'd said. I complied. Then, he'd smushed me- or bug me- and it actually felt like he was squeezing me on either side with a wall.

Make me think I am fallin' in a cavern. Pierce had said. I complied. When he'd hit the 'bottom' and not been harmed, the illusion had bursted, knocking me off my feet, into the glass edge of the coffee table.

Those were the better ones. At the end, they decided that I could choose the illusion that I would create.

"I get to choose? You wont harm me in any way?"

"No' unless ye harm us lass." Gavrael responded.

I nodded, and thought. What should I do... I know! I stopped and concentrated hard on the thought, scrunching my eyes together, and centering all of my energy on this thought. I opened my eyes to see them all looking at me like I was stupid.

"What're ye doin' lass? There's chust a random wind rufflin' yer hair." Dean asked.

I stared. I know I'd been doing it properly. I'd felt the energy leaching out of me, but alot less than the other ones. I looked at all of them, and realized that they were all seeing the same thing. It made me feel sort of nice too, the fact that it was working, but all they saw was me, with my hair being ruffled by the wind. Of course, like those moments in the movies where the guy sees the girl and there's that music, and she's the only one there...

What I'd been trying to create, was an illusion of a beautiful woman.

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