yay! here's chap 2, comin' atcha!
Reid drove more sanely when they hit the main road, heading back to Spenser. Caleb breathed a sigh of relief, because once they'd touched the Hummer down behind the cops, and Reid really started to floor it, Mel had grabbed on to his arm and hadn't let go the entire time. She didn't enjoy the daredevil stuff as much as the boys, and was muttering "we're gonna die, we're gonna die" under her breath the whole time. When they pulled into the Spenser parking lot, they all piled out. Pogue waved goodbye and headed for his Ducati motorcycle, Reid yawned heavily and headed to the dorms after giving Mel a hug and pounding fists with Caleb, Tyler wandered after Reid, headed to the dorms.
Mel pulled her car keys out and unlocked her black '07 Mercedes CLK 320 Coupe and slid behind the wheel, as Caleb slid into the passenger seat. She started the engine and the car backed out of the parking spot.
"Hell of a night, huh?" She commented as they pulled out of the Spenser parking lot.
"Yep." Caleb said distractedly. He seemed to be preoccupied with something. If Mel had to guess, "Something" had blond hair and blue eyes and had just transferred in.
Mel rolled her eyes, knowing her brother already had a crush on Sarah.
She pulled into the long hidden driveway of Danvers estate and parked next to Caleb's silver Mustang. When they climbed out, they noticed that there was a light on in the living room window, and a fire burning in the fireplace.
"Mom must be up late." Mel mused as she locked the Mercedes and headed for the house, falling into step behind Caleb as she hunted for her house key in her purse.
"You go on up to bed, Baby Girl, I'll take care of Mother." Caleb said quietly as they stepped into the eerily quiet mansion. Mel nodded and went upstairs, hearing her mother lament to Caleb that her babies were going to turn eighteen and ascend, and how Caleb had better look out for his overly reckless little sister.
Mel sighed as she headed up to her room. It wasn't fair for Caleb to have to act like a grown up at seventeen. The Gift of Ipswich weighed heavily on him. She went into her room and grabbed a pair of black dance shorts and a hot pink tank top. Crossing over to the bathroom, she examined herself in the mirror. She had the same coal black hair as her brother's, it fell in waves to the middle of her back. She was a lot smaller than her brother,very petite,only standing at about 4'11. Her face was very angular, and her eyes were an odd color, a strange metallic blue, almost the exact opposite of Caleb's nearly black eyes. Her skin was tanned from all the time she spent outside, either up trees or on her horse, Hi Jinx. She pulled her thick hair into a messy bun and put on the shorts and tank top, throwing her sundress into the hamper, from which a vast and varied array of clothes hung.
Walking back into her room, she flipped the lights off and went to bed, Forgetting to set the alarm on the clock radio under her favorite picture of her and the boys. It showed her, Tyler, and Caleb laughing their heads off on the beach as they buried Reid up to his neck in sand. The picture had been snapped just as Reid had discovered what they were doing, his face was hilarious. She loved that picture, it always made her laugh. She finally fell asleep.
She was standing in the middle of a derelict building, in the middle of a thunderstorm. Two dark figures were conversing in the middle of the large room. The taller one seemed to be trying to talk the smaller one out of something. The smaller person, who looked vaguely familiar, gave an evil smile and his eyes darkened with unmistakable power. He was using! He shot a ball of pure, compressed energy at the taller boy, who went flying, landing only a foot from where Mel stood. Looking down, Mel notice with horror that she knew who he was.
It was Caleb!
The shorter, stockier boy started forward, his eyes rolling to black as he prepared to strike another blow at Caleb.
She was awakened by her cell phone ringing. Groaning,she answered it.
"Someone had better be dying." She spat venemously into the phone.
"Jeez, such a warm greeting, Melanie" Reid said in an annoyingly cheerful voice, using her full name.
"What is it, Reid?" She asked, sitting up in bed "Do you have any concept of how early it is?"
"Yeah, actually it's 9:40" Reid replied, a badly disguised laugh in his voice.
"OH HELL!" Mel exclaimed, throwing her quilt off and jumping out of bed,"I have a lesson today! I'm s'posed to be at the barn, on horseback, in TWENTY MINUTES!" She cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder as she hunted for her creme colored Jodphurs. Finding them, she tore off her shorts and pulled on the tight riding pants. She left the tank top on, it was more comfortable than anything else.
"Listen, Reid, I gotta go and get ready, but let's hang out, I'll stop by the dorms later, maybe you, me and Ty can hit Nicky's tonight." Mel said as she balanced on one leg, lacing her Ariat paddock boots and zipping half-chaps over her jodphur-covered calves.
"Sounds great, see you then, baby girl!" Reid agreed. Mel flipped her phone closed threw a change of clothes into another bag along with a pair of knee-high boots, grabbed her purse and car keys, and made a mad dash downstairs. She stopped by the kitchen and grabbed an apple, wolfing it down before throwing herself behind the wheel of her Mercedes and starting the engine, flooring it out of the driveway. She flew down the secluded Ipswich road, her eyes darkening to change red lights to green so she didn't have to stop.
She arrived at Ipswich Stables in record time, punching in the gate code and pulling around to park behind a set of stalls that everyone who went to the barn parked at.
Mel went to the main barn and went to Jinx's stall. He was a 16 hand Bay Holsteiner gelding. She took a halter off the hook next to his stall and put it around his head and clipped a lead rope to the halter, leading him out of the stall and to the cross-ties. She dissappeared into the tack room and came back with a brown leather english saddle, a martingale ( a training aide that keeps a horse from throwing his head), a fleece pad, and a bridle. She got him groomed in record time, tacking him up in about ten minutes. She gracefully pulled herself into the saddle and guided Jinx to the large arena in front of the main barn.
"Well, now!" her trainer, Kathleen, said with a slight laugh. "you're cutting it close, aren't you?
"Blame my alarm." Mel replied, beginning a circle around the arena.
"Let's start working out with the jumps. Bring it up to the trot, now, if you please." Kathleen said, walking to the middle of the arena and switching on her microphone system. Mel nudged Jinx into a slow "hunter" style trot. They aproached the first jump. Mel gathered herself up into the "two-point " jumping position. They soared over the first jump, and it felt like flying. As they rounded the bend, Mel looked over into the pasture right next to the arena,and saw a figure next to a huge live oak. A boy with shaggy reddish-blond hair. She didn't recognize him, though. She was horrified when his face took on a demonic appearance and he dissappeared.
"Mel?" her trainer began calling to her. "MEL!"
Mel lost her stirrups, just as Jinx went over the second jump. She managed to stay on by gripping with her legs, but when he took a hard left turn, she fell off. She hit the top of the arena fence and fell over it, landing on her back. She was very winded, and distressed, but not from the fall. She was more concerned with what she'd just seen.
Loran Wheeler, another boarder at the stables, came cantering over on her quarter horse, Chip. she got off of her horse, running over to Mel. Kathleen was climbing the arena fence, a concerned look on her face.
"Are you all right?" they said in unison. Mel slowly got up, trying to assess the damage.
"I'm fine. It wasn't a very bad fall. It happens." She got up and brushed herself off. Hopping the arena fence, she went back to where Jinx was standing and climbed back into the saddle.
The rest of the lesson went by alright, no more incidents. Mel walked Jinx around a bit , to cool him off. Then she hopped off and led him back to the ties, where she un-tacked him, gave him a bath, and put him into his field with her friend Morgan's horse, Crimson. As soon as she was in her car, she pulled her cell phone out and dialed Tyler.
"Hello?" Tyler answered on the second ring.
"We've got a problem, baby boy." She said in greeting as she drove towards Spenser.
"Wait, What?" came Tyler's confused response."What kind of problem?"
"The kind of problem where someone just sent me a darkling." She replied grimly.
"Someone sent you a WHAT!?"
oooohh i wonder who sent Mel a darkling? scary!
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