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I'm trying to be more descriptive lol, don't know how that will work out for me (hopefully well XD).
I used google translate for the French and Latin, so forgive me if it is wrong.
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Chapter Two
Truths Unheard
~Storm Glass~
"Storm?" Michael's voice echoed through the halls of the Glass House. The door slammed shut, and I could hear his footsteps.
"She's in the kitchen!" Shane called back.
Michael walked into the room. "What the hell are you doing back in Morganville?" he yelled.
"…Um, traveling?" I said sheepishly.
"I thought you moved back in with Emma." He narrowed his eyes at me. Emma was my mother.
Shane and Eve watched the scene unfold before them, as quiet as a mouse.
"I did. I moved back out." I rolled my eyes.
"She's just like you." Shane laughed, looking at Eve.
She rolled her eyes at him, and turned her attention back to Michael and I.
"Why?" Michael asked.
"You ask too many questions, Mike. Ones you know the answers to. Tell me. Every question you just asked, you already knew the answer to, didn't you?"
"Why did you move back out of-"
"Didn't you?!" I yelled, cutting him off mid-sentence. I stood up out of my chair. He still towered over me, yet somehow it made it seem as if I was almost just as tall as him.
"Don't you yell at me." He growled.
"Hey! Mikey, relax. She's just a kid!" Shane yelled, standing up.
"You don't know just how wrong you are." Michael said.
His eyes slowly changed from the natural blue they usually were to a bright red.
I smiled a small smile, "Demon Child."
"Things have changed, Little Witch." He hissed, Shane holding him back as he tried to grab me.
"So it seems, so it seems." I smiled, staring at him.
Shane and Eve seemed to be completely lost in what we were saying, they didn't understand what we meant.
That wasn't the important thing. The important thing was that Michael and I understood.
"Michael! Calm down!" Eve screamed, standing next to him.
He closed his eyes, took a calming breath, and when he opened them they were the sparkling blue they naturally were.
Shane let go of him, sensing that he wasn't about to rip out my throat anymore. He sat down, yet his gaze kept flickering back to Michael, trying to tell if he was about to kill me again.
"I should go." I said, heading for the door.
"No." Michael grabbed my wrist, holding me back.
I looked over my shoulder at him, "Why not?"
"There's a reason you're here. What is it?"
I looked over at Shane, then back at Michael. "No reason."
"Liar." He narrowed his eyes at me.
"It doesn't matter. He doesn't care." I said.
"You mean Shane?" he asked.
I always slipped up. Damn it! "Yeah." I shrugged.
"What about me?" Shane asked, curiosity all over his face.
"Don't worry about it." I said.
"It's about his sister, isn't it?" Michael asked me. I averted his gaze.
"What about my sister? I was right, you are insane! Mikey, who the hell is she?" Shane yelled.
"Tell him." Michael told me.
"No."
"Tell. Him. Now." His eyes flashed red.
A warning.
I took a deep breath. "Your sister is dying." I said, looking at Shane. I moved my gaze to Michael, "There. Are you happy now?"
"My sister's already dead." Shane argued.
"Not fully. Her soul still roams the Earth. No one is ever completely dead, unless he takes their souls." I explained.
"Who's 'he'?" Eve asked, frowning.
"The Lord of Hell. The Devil. He has many names in your world." I sighed.
"So, you're saying that she will belong to the Devil?" Shane asked.
"Pretty much."
"But, she's dead. That's it. The End. Nothing more." Shane whispered.
"When things die, they don't always stay dead. You should know that well, considering the town you live in." I said, watching him as he argued with himself in his mind. He wanted the piece of mind that his sister was gone forever, but he also knew that I was right.
"Think about it Shane. Remember Claire? And Michael? They were still around after they died." Eve pointed out.
"But, weren't they saved by the house?" Shane asked.
"No. Yes. Well, the vampires have managed a way to change the way the… system… works. They managed to make it so that the houses radiate power, I
can feel it in the floorboards, the walls. The spirits can then absorb the power and become alive, sort of…"
Shane still didn't look convinced.
"Just, trust me." I sighed.
"Yeah, I live in Morganville. Not likely." Shane said, "Michael, who is she?"
I smiled a small smile, "I'm Michael's younger sister, Storm Glass."
That was the second chapter of this story! It was totally random (just like me XP)! I hope you enjoyed it!
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SundayRoses