Chapter Seven:
"So you are admitting that you are a Warlock." Will clarified.
"No, I am admitting to the fact that I did not in fact agree or disagree to your claims; Sir." I tipped my head towards Will with a smile as he glared at me.
Jeesh; if looks could kill.
Technically mine can but that's an entirely different story altogether.
Will stopped short Jem flanking him as he pulled me to a stop by catching my wrist, "If you are not a Downworlder we are not endued to give you shelter or help for that matter."
"Is there a question Sir?" I asked simply because it would only serve to annoy Will further.
"We're leaving Jem; let her come crawling back when she needs a place to sleep." I rolled my eyes at him; shook my wrist free and continued on my walk, he was right somewhat I would need a place to sleep but if I had transported here what's to say I couldn't simply transport back to Nate and Is' town home in New York.
If I could imagine the living room; every detail of if than perhaps I could focus where the pull takes me, I had never tried to control a pull; I was taught to allow it to sweep over and into me, consuming me but then again knowing Dominus he would force me to exert complete control over it until the walls of my mind bleed.
I came to a complete and dead halt as the thought occurred to me; why couldn't I exert control over a pull; if I could bring it on, reverse the sweeping of fiber, the rush of particles than I could determine where I ended up. If I could perfectly maintain a constant streaming photograph of the place I wanted than wouldn't I end up there, almost as how I had done when I created matter, a solid.
"Tessa?" Jem asked.
I grinned at him and closed my eyes sucking in a deep muggy breath of air that forced it's way through my veins and into my lungs which seemed for a second to reject the smog induced air. I rolled my neck and imagined the living room of our town house, the over-stuffed, unnecessary couch Nate said looked absolutely stunning in the window of a furniture warehouse district; it was a horrendous looking piece of furniture with ugly looking spirals that seeped over the upholstered grey velvet fabric.
"Tessa." Will's voice seemed far away and soft, low as if he was whispering.
I pulled at the fibers around me and nothing seemed to happen; al that seemed to happen was that the air got stiffer, harder almost to the point of suffocation. I sucked in another rigid breath of air this time it seemed to repeal against my lungs and burn through my veins.
I flinched sharply as the pain echoed around in my hollow bones and tried this time to collect my fibers, the fibers, tiny particles that made up my body, then I let them slip through my fingers like grains of sand, careful to keep my a mind's picture of that horrid looking couch; imagining myself sitting on it, like I always did at this time at night with my feet tucked underneath me and an old book of poems lying on my lap, with a fire crackling small bits of ambers just a few feet in front of me.
I screamed out as a horrible ripping attacked each part of my body, tearing apart each molecule I had, but it was working I could feel my fibers fall away slowly each piece having to me tore away from my form.
I could feel the fire already, the heat; smell the old parchment paper, the ink drying in the small pot on Nate's wooden old desk. I could feel the weight of the book lying on my lap, feel the anxiousness run through my veins; I could feel my head drift towards the front door every once in awhile as if I was waiting for someone to walk through it.
"Tessa!" Will's voice was no more than a low murmur in my ear but it was enough for some of my particles to pull back together.
I heaved a sharp gasp only resulting in more fibers molding back into place, NO! I screamed but it was too late I could already see the image fade, the heat was drifting away and as I reach effortlessly out for the fibers connecting me to my home I could feel the fibers replace themselves, molding me back together. The feel of the cobblestone street seemed back into my memory; the fibers warped around my bones and sunk into me with the stabs of knives.
I let out a scream, the sound of it bringing the rest of my fibers back with a snap. My eyes flung open and I gasped, heaving gulps of muggy air into my lungs as the sight of the familiar yet completely new London street came in view, clearing more and more as I blinked rapidly feeling warm liquid run down the sides of my face; then everything seemed to tilt sort of, as if whiskey would if you tipped the bottle to it's side and the facing towards the floor. Black blurs spin around my vision whitening the edges of my vision as well.
"Tessa, stay with me here." Will's voice was closer than before but I seemed to be only getting some of his words clearly. There was however an emotion in his voice I couldn't place but before I had time to even think about it I had slipped away, my vision going completely black as the fog seeped into every particle inside my body, almost seemed to hollow out my bones.