Zane growled as he started at the empty bed that was Travis'; the idiot was supposed to relax and not strain himself because of his head wound.
"I'm going to take a nap." He looked up at Travis with an arched eyebrow.
"Didn't you hear what happened to Billy Maze when he hit his head and took a nap?" Zane asked. Travis rolled his eyes.
"Was Billy Maze a vampire?" Travis asked.
"We may never know," Zane answered but nodded. Travis walked into the room and ten minutes later Zane walked in to check on him—to find an empty bed.
"Idiot," Zane growled, and marched out of the room into the dawn coming morning.
Travis brushed his fingers across the cold steel door he'd seen in his dream. What was this? Was someone or thing trying to tell him something? He grabbed the knob and turned it then. Might as well check it out. Whatever it was. He walked through the doors and halted at the woman who kneeled at the alter in front of her. He looked up at the statue of Nyx.
A wind blew form outside, caressing his hair and he saw the woman slowly straighten and turn. He looked at her to ask her what she was doing here alone—but then his stomach dropped from him and his voice disappeared. The woman in front of him was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She had a beautiful crescent mark on her head. Her eyes spoke of amazing beauty and love and yet power and age that amazed him and awed him. He couldn't move—he was so caught by her beauty.
The woman seemed to see that he was ogling and she giggled and seemed to glide forward. She was in front of him before he could even try to regain his wits, she smelled of an unknown substance that made him want to close his eyes and take a deep scent of it to keep with him always.
"Who are you?" he whispered and the female smiled at him.
"You know who I am, Travis. I chose you long ago." Her voice sounded like love riding the winds to slowly caress his senses. Who was this woman? She looked so familiar…
Suddenly her hands were resting on the sides of his face. She was looking up at him and he felt his eyes widen. "My daughter needs your help, Travis. And I know you need her." His eyes widened. What? "You must save her! In saving her you'll be saving yourself also. You'll be finding out yourself and all the secrets that you've hidden from yourself. You need to help her; you'll both allow you to find yourselves." Travis' eyes widened. What had he gotten himself into?
"Zane?" Zane turned just in time to see Keira walking toward him. He smiled, concealing the worry in him. Travis hadn't returned. Class had started about an hour ago and he could barely sit in class without getting anxious that he hadn't found Travis yet. Where could the idiot be?
"What's wrong?" Keira asked, worry in her tone. He looked down at her and sighed as he heard the bell ring for the next class. What was he going to do?
"Nothing," he answered when he saw that she was waiting on him for an answer. "Why aren't you getting to class?" He didn't mean for it to sound rude but his mind was not with him right now.
Keira placed a hand on her hip and angled it in attitude. "Well then," she growled. "Someone's snappy."
Zane sighed. "Sorry, K." He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed again. Keira softened and walked up to him with a soft smile.
"Come on, let's get to class." She took his arm and led him toward the classroom but even so his mind was if his best friend was alright.
Keira looked at Zane across the room and wondered again what was on his mind. Something was wrong with him but what could it be. Zane usually never got mad. She caught Jamie's worried gaze and shook her head. Jamie sighed and turned her attention back to the teacher. Keira followed her lead but her mind was still on what could be hurting Zane.
Her gaze accidently caught Isabelle and part of her snarled as the memory of her sitting so closely with Travis assaulting her mind. If he wanted to date a black widow that'd eat his head off who was she to bother to try to warn him? Still, something pinged in her heart. Shaking it off she tried to concentrate on the lesson.
She sighed but suddenly she felt something in her chest, a bad feeling of sorts.
"I can't find it Jessie," Keira sighed. She looked once again under the bed and still couldn't find Jessie's coin purse. She sighed and looked behind the stereo but still found nothing. Their room wasn't that big anyway but still, a coin purse had to be hiding somewhere.
Jessie huffed out a breath, blowing up a stray piece of brown hair from drifting over her eyes, it landed back in its place and Jessie huffed and gave up. The girl looked under her bed and behind the television, even searching through the closet—which looked like a twister had gone through it—Keira grinned and thought, it's a mess, not pointing any fingers—her gaze went to Jessie who was thrashing through the clothes like she was a mother trying to save her baby—I didn't say anything about gazes.
A gasp sounded and Jessie snapped ramrod straight. "I got it!" Keira thought she meant that she had found her coin purse but then the female grabbed her wrists and yanked her out the room. She sighed, this wasn't over yet.
"Are you sure it's in here?" Keira demanded once again. Her flashlight flashed around again.
Jessie swung her flashlight around also and shrugged. "I had it before I came here; maybe I dropped it in here somewhere." Keira sighed and once again started to look for the coin purse. Chills raced up her arms as she started to remember her old slumber parties with Becky, her old best friend. Then when she went on her date with Tyler White and they saw Paranormal Activity,.. Goosebumps crawled over her.
Jessie seemed also shaken, her face was pale and she was shaking somewhat. Keira looked around at the pitch blackness and swallowed. "Maybe we should wait till morning…" Jessie nodded jerkily, they both started for the door as fast their feet could carry them. Keira reached for the doorknob, sighing in relief—
Until the door flew open to reveal a tall, dark shadow in the doorway. Both she and Jessie were frozen in horror. She watched in stilled horror as the shadow slowly brought his arm to his face. What was he going to do? Memories of the last few moments of the movie Quarantine the girl was dragged into the darkness to be eaten and never heard from again and even worse, maybe to be bitten and made into one of those creatures! She stepped back, and watched as the shadow raised his arm, it molded into the darkness surrounding his upper chest. She wanted to run!
Light flashed and a shadowed dark face appeared. "Boo." Jessie's scream mimicked her own as they ran back to the temple. Jessie started launching things and large objects—where did she get those?—at the shadow that had started to follow them. The shadow immediately spun around to run but apparently Jessie used to play baseball.
"Ow!" a voice yelled. "Stop it, Jess!" A gasp came from both of them.
"Zane?" the both demanded and the boy shadow raised the flashlight to his face and showed them his familiar face.
"You jerk!" Jessie cried, throwing something else at him. Zane dodged and jumped again as another object was thrown.
"I'm sorry!" Zane apologized. "I just couldn't resist." He laughed. Jessie growled and looked for something else to throw—
And tripped over something with a scream. Zane and Keira immediately rushed over to help.
"Ow," Jessie moaned. "What was that?" With an angry set jaw Jessie whirled the flashlight to the object she had tripped over—and her face paled.
Keira swirled her flashlight in that direction too. Its light landed on soft skin. Keira's jaw dropped and Zane gasp with Jessie's whimper. It was a body.
"Oh no," Jessie whispered. "We're contaminating a murder scene!" Both Keira and Zane ignored her and headed for the body.
Zane flipped it onto its back—and gasped.
"What's wrong?" Jessie asked with her voice cracking midway. Keira could only gape at the blond headed male in Zane's arms.
"Travis?" Her voice cracked and she felt like it had come from down a tunnel. Nothing felt right, she felt like everything had detached from her and that she was connected to anything. He couldn't be dead! If he was dead…nothing would ever be right again…her life would always feel empty…she didn't know how but she knew these things to be true.
The body in Zane's arms mumbled unintelligibly and shifted somewhat. Life rushed back into Keira and her heart thudded in relieved beats, he was alive, but that didn't mean he was alright though. Zane seemed to understand because he suddenly lifted Travis up and started for the door. Keira helped Jessie up and started for the door. She didn't know what to do, it was obvious now that she felt something for the Tracker. But what could she do? One thing was sure for; Isabelle sure wasn't allowed to touch what belonged to her. Not her stuff, not her life, and definitely not her man.