AUTHOR'S NOTE: this chapter includes the following: mentioning of child sacrifice ritual and hinted rape-memory from one of the family members
as always: Twilight doesn't belong to me
-it'semmynotemma
Chapter Four| EDWARD
I should have taken Archie's warnings about the chief's daughter seriously.
Usually when I didn't, in times like this, it felt like shit hitting a fan. I hadn't expected the short pallid girl with choppy short hair and beautiful brown eyes to have a scent to her that called out to me. She was special, I could sense there was something otherworldly about her. I was drawn towards the necklace she was wearing, her hand clasping the amulet underneath while above the shirt. I wanted to pull the amulet properly and see what it was, but again that would only raise more questions in the eyes of residents of Forks. My family was barely even able to get by being vampires because of Carlisle, if Carlisle weren't here, we wouldn't be still here.
Biology was living hell, not only because of me having to smell her neck to me but to know I had met my Singer. The one person whose blood sang out to me, the one whose blood was my cocaine. If I took one sip from her I would not be able to stop, she would crumble onto the ground without a second lost with my teeth latched against her skin. I would suck her blood out like a rabid animal making sure to finish off its meal.
I made myself stay at the high school until school ended and hurried to Mrs. Cope in order to see if she could change my classes for something else. I had tried to lay my charm on her but despite the brief hesitations from the middle-aged woman she had stuck to her morals and said it was too late for me to change my class. I hated both her and the school system at that moment but when the door opened and I smelt Isabella "call me Bella" Marie Swan I had never hated anything or anyone more than her. I hurried out of the front office, claiming I would endure it, while making sure I didn't let my golden eyes land on the beautiful brown ones.
Now, hours later, I was sitting on the roof of a lake house that was currently abandoned. There were some holes in the roof of the cabin and it was not one of the fancier houses. This was just used for fishing season. I didn't know where the family that owned the cabin, perhaps they had decided to move from Forks or perhaps they just didn't use it anymore. It was abandoned long enough it wasn't just something they forgot briefly.
I peered out at the river in front of me.
The water rushed harshly against the river bed, the rushing of the water a soothing sound.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I could be fine out here in nature, where I would not have to worry about humans coming up to me. I didn't have to worry about law enforcement or their children moving here. I could just focus on the sound of the water rushing, and the blood pumping through the fish. It was comforting, something I was accustomed to.
I could sense her before I could see her, so I merely sat upright with one of my legs bent up so my face rested against the knee. My other leg was sprawled out in front of me and my arms were wrapped around my bent knee. My eyes flickered in the direction of where I could sense her, knowing I was already glad she had decided she wanted to leave the house. She had stuck herself in her bedroom, in that tower, for so long. I didn't think even thirty years from now I would be accustomed to her staying in her bedroom and taking her hibernation.
Bree appeared a moment later, reaching one of her hands to wave at me.
Dressed in dark hues: navy blue, dark brown, and black she only looked sicker.
Her long black hair was pulled up in a high bun, with a couple of handmade hair clips keeping it together. There was deep makeup on her, smudgy around her eyeliner and plum lipstick. She wore a navy blue muscle shirt with dark khaki shorts, black hiking boots and some white ankle length socks. A plaid button up shirt that used to belong to me was draped over her, and she smiled warmly when she saw me sitting on the roof.
I didn't have time to say anything before she jumped and landed perfectly on the roof, though some of the shingles on the roof fell through onto the second floor of the house. She gave a funny grimace and I rolled my eyes fondly before patting the spot next to me. She came forward and sat down next to me and leant up against me, nestling against me. I bent my head down and kissed her on the head, pulling her up against me even more.
"Hey, Ed. Archie said you've had a tough day," Bree muttered as she turned her head and peered out at the river in the distance.
I knew she enjoyed the small towns we sometimes ended up in, and this was one of her favorite places so I sometimes sat here so we could have serious conversations with each other.
"Archie says a lot of things," I grumbled, earning an elbow against my side from her.
I chuckled before adding, "but yeah, I've had a tough day. It's the new girl in school."
Bree nodded her head to let me know she heard me. She grabbed part of the plaid shirt she was wearing and rolled in her hands. The motion of bundling and unbundling the shirt felt comforting to her, it grounded her. She bit the corner of her lip and then frowned.
"You're not going to leave me…are you?"
I had to be honest, a part of me wanted to leave.
I wanted to go up to Alaska and see our cousins (those who shared the same diet as his family), The Denali. I wanted to just focus on hunting animals when I was thirsty, and wanted to lay in the snow until it covered me. All the type of stuff I'd do when I wanted to get away from my immediate family.
Perhaps it was dramatic and very angsty of me but that was the kind of person I was.
Yet I couldn't…I wouldn't.
I needed to be stronger than this so I took a deep breath and confessed, "I did think about it but I can't. She's not like any other human, Bree. I can't read her mind and there's also the fact that she's my Singer."
Bree was the one who stiffened this time, slowly pulling away from me so she could see the sadness and aggravation upon my face. She hadn't met her Singer yet, and I hoped she never would. She was slow when it came to her and new difficulties, she always had to take longer to get used to things. The thought of her having a Singer and her attacking them without a second missed terrified me as much as murdering this Bella Swan.
"Oh. If that's the case you can go up to our cousins. I'm sure Uncle Eleazar can give you a new look on things," Bree offered, her mind going to our uncle for all intents and purposes. The vampire was over two hundred years old and had the ability to sense abilities from other vampires and humans if the human had strong enough ones.
Uncle Eleazar was in his mid-twenties and originally hailed from Spain. He and his wife/mate, Aunt Carmen, were around the same age and ethnicity. She didn't have any type of abilities like her husband did. She was the same kind of sweet Esme was, the both of them often had times they would go on girl trips to catch up with each other. It often left Uncle Eleazar sitting awkwardly in whatever house we were currently living in, trying to start a conversation with Carlisle or any of the other men who would entertain him.
I couldn't help but chuckle more this time, in a funnier manner.
I reached my hand out and rubbed the top of her head. She squeaked in protest and playfully shoved me. I acted as if I had been pushed off the roof with more strength and landed on the ground in a low crouch.
The leaves that were dried and brittle on the ground crunched in protest from my disturbance of their rest. I looked up at the roof and saw her poking her head off the roof, a bright smile upon her face. She looked like a happy child again, not a forty five year old stuck in a fifteen-year-old body. She hopped off a moment later, wrapping one of her arms around mine.
We didn't speed back to the house, merely making our way back to the house like normal humans taking a stroll through the woods. The only disappointment was how our presence disturbed the natural wildlife around us. The deer and other animals made sure to stay away from the river unless they really needed to get something to drink.
Bree was conversing to me about all the different things she had learnt during her online schooling, things that were progressing in the world she never imagined would progress so quickly. I smiled some at how she still had an education and although a part of me wished she was with us when we went to the high school I knew her mental health was more important. She also had Esme around her as much as she could be, unless she was asked to go onsite to make sure everything was going well. She was quite overwhelming when it came to her eye of detail, especially when it came to our inhuman sight. She could tell what was right and what was wrong.
Royal was sitting underneath one of the trees that circulated the oval meadow.
He had a book in his lap but he was looking off in the distance. His fingernails were tapping against the middle of the book, which was sprawled open. There was a distant look in his golden eyes and he had pulled his hair up in a low bun, pieces falling on either side of his cheekbones. He looked so peaceful and beautiful and it hurt. It hurt how he had taken advantage of me, he had known I was drawn to him but maybe it was my fault too. I let him take advantage of me.
"Dad!"
Bree rushed forward as she dropped her hand from mine.
Royal threw his book off to the side and was barely able to stand up before she lunged into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, pressing his nose and face against the top of her head, taking in her natural scent. He rocked her side to side in a goofy manner before he sat her down again. He took her hand but she took her hand away and skipped over to where he had thrown his book, which in return brought his hand up and rubbed the nape of his neck. She shook her head at him fondly as she came back to him, wrapping her arm around his.
As they went into the house I noticed something in the corner of my eye on the second floor. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I saw Archie lounging against the open window. He waved his hand towards me, before he moved and jumped out of the window. He landed on the ground and was coming to say hello to me. I sighed in again and waited for him to come to me, knowing the best thing I should do was let him get all he wanted to say about Bella Swan out of his system.
"I saw that. You also know I would have chased after you," Archie called out, sending a brilliant smile towards me. I stayed still as he came up to me, I towered over him.
"I knew you would be okay."
I frowned at him before saying, "you knew she's my Singer, right? I almost attacked her in Biology. I had the ability to leave during lunch but I couldn't leave during that one hour in that room."
Archie nodded his head as he listened to me, his face now a lot more serious than it was before. I was glad he was showing no type of amusement towards this. He knew what it was like to see our siblings succumb to Singers. Archie and Eleanor had succumbed to theirs, Jessamine hadn't come across her Singer. Royal had run away from his Singer, he ran all the way to our cousins and stayed there until we moved.
Carlisle had met his Singer but considering the fact the man was a piece of shit no one missed him.
He had been a sex trafficker who had brought his pregnant 'girlfriend' to the hospital for her to be checked in. Carlisle had followed him when his shift was over and the so-called girlfriend had to stay due to pregnancy issues. Carlisle had gone to scare the shit out of the trafficker but when his Singer shot him with a gun all the bullets had cascaded off of Carlisle. He had only one bullet left and despite Carlisle trying to calm him down, with the first human he had trouble with when it came to bloodlust in a long time, his Singer shot himself in the forehead and fell down.
The bullet didn't instantly kill him.
Carlisle had rushed forward and fallen onto the bloody ground, head dipped down and eyes watery but no tears falling. He sobbed as he knew there wasn't time for him to save his Singer, even if he was a trafficker. Poor Carlisle lay there with the man in his arms, stroking his fingers through his hair as though he were his own child. The man died in Carlisle's arms and not even one second within him dying and more blood pouring out of him did Carlisle think about drinking the blood. He was more concerned about him and not the blood calling out to him.
"Do I…kill her?"
I hadn't ever been someone who cared about the future.
I wasn't the one who asked Archie to keep his eye on things that interested me, people that interested me. I wasn't Eleanor who had asked Archie to keep his eye on any of the sporting team executives so she could know who she should root for during the season. I wasn't Royal who wanted to know what the stocks were for his favorite fashion companies. I didn't ask Archie to do anything of that sort.
Now I was, and Archie frowned as he looked up at me.
A ray of sunlight hit him at an odd angle, sending out little rainbow glints off of his skin. A symptom of our vampirism, when we were in direct sunlight we literally glittered. Part of the appeal when it came to humans wanting to get closer to us, another thing that drew them in.
An image suddenly appeared of me in a small kitchen–there were wood paneled walls, white linoleum tile, a three chaired (miss match) square kitchen table. The cabinets over the lower kitchen counters were a bright yellow that made everything feel tacky. Bella Swan was sprawled out near the fridge that had postcards stuck to the surface–the magnets being the only things that kept them in place. Otherwise they would have fluttered on the linoleum tile.
I had her in my arms, her head tilted towards the open door frame.
Her neck was ripped open, blood was dried and crusted against her pallid throat. Her brown eyes were so lively and dark. Almost seductive when they looked at me, empty and bare. There was no wildness in those eyes anymore, wildflowers had withered and the trees, once a stunning brown, were withered and old. There was nothing there.
I had blood crusted around the edges of my lips and my eyes were almost glowing in the darkness of the kitchen. Darkness had enveloped the room around us and the only light was from the street lamp across the street. There is no moon tonight. Any type of natural light is gone, the only thing that is lit around us is artificial.
As soon as the image appeared in my eyes and mind it was gone.
Another image appeared.
The woods were these woods, it was a warm summer morning.
The birds twitter and the sunlight floated around the brown bark and stunning green leaves.
Footsteps came towards me. I first saw myself running with a liveliness that kind of unsettled me. I hadn't seen myself this free before, the wind blowing at my auburn hair. The smile that was genuine and never having a hint of loneliness. I was barefoot and wearing a white button up shirt, dark washed jeans. The soil kicked up underneath my bare feet and I laughed, my head tilting back to look at the person who was chasing after me. I wasn't using my complete speed.
The person who was chasing me came around the bend.
Bella Swan came running behind me with her once brown eyes now a shade of gold.
Her short brown hair lightly moved to the wind that hit her.
She was wearing a deep green cotton jumpsuit and her feet were bare too.
An amulet swung from around her neck. The liquid within the glass amulet sloshed as she moved. The liquid was blood, not anything that was made in a factory to make it red. There was this aura around the glass amulet, which both compelled me but also wanted to push me away if I looked at it too long…Carlisle said this was the feeling of holy water.
What was Bella Swan doing with an amulet that had human blood and holy water in it? Is that what was around her neck when she was at school today? She moved a certain way to make sure the amulet wouldn't show itself. All I had seen was a silver chain, nothing else attached to it. It would make sense, apparently she was from Louisiana…could she have known about vampires before she had moved here? Is that why she looked at me like that?
I barely had time to evaluate the scene before Archie pushed me out of his head. I literally stumbled back as though he had shoved me backwards. My eyes widened and if my heart were able to it would be racing ridiculously in my chest. I brought my hands up and rubbed my face, trying to take calm breaths that wouldn't matter. I didn't say anything for a moment. What was there to say when I first saw her die as a human and stay dead because of me and then all the sudden I was hit with the scene of her die as a human and then come back as a vampire?
I almost wanted to ask Achie if he was playing a joke on me but he wasn't that cruel. He never lied when it came to his visions. Sometimes when it was unsettling or he had no words to tell us he would show it to me. I would be able to assure him everything would be fine or if there was another way we should tell the others. It helped through the decades, there would be less fights that would happen within the family.
"These are the only two you have seen? No others?"
Archie sighed as he looked off to the side, looking more like an old man instead of the young man he was stuck looking like. He turned and looked at me without any anger or judgement with me checking in to see if these were the only two endings of Bella Swan. He knew it wasn't like we were on some stupid game show and there were other 'doors' he was hiding answers behind. This wasn't a game for him, especially when it came to the family.
"There was a brief moment where you almost attacked her in Biology, but your will power has always been great. We have a great mentor after all," Archie joked at the end, warm when it came to mentioning Carlisle. He wasn't here when it came to Carlisle's Singer, Jessamine had wanted to spend some time away from the family and he followed after her.
"It's best we get this out of the way. I need to tell the others. Thanks for not telling Jess, I know she doesn't like when you don't tell her these things," I remarked, as Archie nodded his head. There was no part of him that was angered at me saying that either, the both of us knew she was sometimes a little too nosy when it came to Archie's visions.
Turning towards the elegant house, I took a deep breath and motioned for Archie to step inside first. He came over and placed his hand onto my elbow, since he knew he wouldn't be able to touch my shoulder. His shortness from his human life followed him into his vampire one.
Entering the house we were immediately welcomed with the family standing around the dining table. Everyone was in their self designated spot, this dining table had seen a good amount of meetings.
One of them being how it was that an investigative journalist had come home during fall break and decided they would try and find out as much as they could about us. Carlisle had to bribe the investigative journalist with quite a bit of cash in order for them to stop trying to find more about us. Royal and Jessamine didn't think it would be too much of an issue to take care of the journalist but Carlisle had managed to back them down from that. He even brought the subject of Bree into the situation, which in return made Royal realize he didn't want her to find out he had killed someone just because they were nosy.
Bree was still leant up against Royal and was playing with a bracelet she was wearing today.
It was one of her bracelets she had made with Royal, he had his own bracelet she had weaved for him. She also did so because it was a sensory thing that had followed her into this second life of hers. It always calmed her thoughts, enough it was almost as if she were able to block me from hearing her but only Bella Swan had been able to do so.
Jessamine had her attention away from the rest of the family and towards the windows that were cracked open to let fresh air into the house. She turned her attention away from looking at the trees rustling from the wind that came. She turned her attention away from where she had been looking out the window, perhaps she had sensed a deer miles away and was considering if she would go after it later. She did have the side of her lips almost curl upwards when she saw Archie bounding over to her but it was barely considered a small smile.
Eleanor was looking down at the sports magazine she was subscribed to, her eyes taking in all she could in front of her. There was some annoyance when she was in fact greeted with exactly what Archie had told her would happen. She sometimes had our brother tell her false information (only when she wasn't placing bets), and then a prank war would happen. No one would be safe in the end, if I didn't help either of them I would end up being a casualty in the prank war.
Esme and Carlisle were looking at each other, not saying anything.
I wouldn't push myself into their thoughts at the moment if they were thinking about each other or the events that were currently happening. They were my parents in my second life, I was given a second chance at having parents and I wouldn't take them for granted. I only listened in on them and responded to them through motions and conversation if they called my name in their mind.
"I have important information to tell you all, though I'm sure that you've already figured out what I'm going to tell you," I started off, earning an eye roll from Royal and crossed arms from Jessamine. Archie did the smart thing and didn't put his hand on my shoulder or my side, Jessamine would have lunged across the dining table like a panther if he had.
Esme sent me a small, sweet smile.
"Tell us when you're ready, sweetie. I know it's a difficult subject."
Carlisle kept his hand against the back of his wife and quietly asked me without speaking if I was okay. I shrugged my shoulders as though to let him know I was still trying to figure it out.
"Bella Swan is my Singer."
Silence.
Esme put her hand up and placed it over her mouth, her pretty golden eyes widening at the information she was now processing. She came around the long table and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me against her so lightly I almost didn't feel the process. I leant my head against the side of her neck, she was leant up on her heels and I took in the scent of her favorite perfume (Carlisle had bought out the perfume from a company when it was going out of business).
"Oh my sweet boy–"
"Okay? Just go up to our cousins. Stay there for a year, then the problem will be solved. I'm not going to be moving or anything because I'm in my last year," Royal spoke, making me fight the urge to growl at his dismissal. Esme tightened her hold on me for a second before she pulled away from me, glaring at Royal hard enough he cleared his throat and looked ashamed.
"Archie?"
Archie had been giving an unimpressed glance over at Royal as he said his opinion before he turned his attention away from his brother and to Carlisle. "Sir?"
"With Edward's permission, will you tell us what you saw?"
Archie turned and looked at me, I nodded my head and he sighed.
He informed everyone what he saw in his vision.
Me killing Bella in her kitchen in the middle of the night. Me running through a forest with her trailing behind me, happy and a vampire. She would either die from my bloodlust towards her or she would become a vampire.
Bree perked up, having not known she might be gaining a sister.
She beamed brightly, reaching her hand out and taking Royal's hand in hers, squeezing his hand. Royal closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair to calm her down. She slowly settled down, her random bouts of emotions making her get ahead of herself. She bit her lip and turned her attention towards Carlisle and Esme.
"Can I be excused? I would like to go swim some," Bree probed, earning nods from both Esme and Carlisle. She needed to exercise this excess energy and after jumping up to kiss Royal's cheek and then hugging both Esme and Carlisle she bound out of the room.
"I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction from her," Jessamine commented as she looked at the doorway where Bree had left. She turned back away from the doorway and then waved her hand, telling me to continue with our meeting.
"Yes, well, she originally said I could go up to our cousins and stay with them for a while. Uncle Eleazar can help me when it comes to this situation," I admitted, making Royal have the side of his mouth curl upwards. He really was a shithead and I sometimes hated when Bree would say something in agreement with him.
"As much as that is a good idea for you to get some information from Eleazar it wouldn't solve anything. Archie, are there no other futures you see when it comes to Miss Swan?"
Carlisle didn't dare utter more of the future, he didn't want to sound insensitive. He didn't want to just speak about Bella's mortality as though it was a betting coin at a casino he was wanting to cash in at the right time. He also was the only one who could ask this and Jessamine did not send a look to him, well him and Esme. Jessamine still didn't like me since I could kind of have a conversation with Archie wordlessly.
Archie sighed and shook his head.
"Sorry, but no. She's a very smart girl, she's going to find out the truth anyway. She already knows about the supernatural. She's from Baton Rouge. Her maternal family has owned their family plantation for centuries. Her grandfather was a Professor of Religious Studies and she had holy water and blood in an amulet around her neck at school."
Carlisle blinked a few times in shock at what he had heard.
Esme shifted uncomfortably next to him, reaching her hand out and putting it into her husband's.
Neither of them knew how to process the fact their adoptive son had proclaimed Bella Swan was messing with the other side.
Something none of us thought would be on our bingo cards.
"That makes sense. I wanted to crush that stupid necklace. No one tries to intimidate me," Eleanor proclaimed from where she had been sitting at the dining table. She frowned and glared off to the side, adding, "nasty stuff. I don't want to think about that. I saw some stuff when I was out hunting when I was a human on the trail."
"You aren't going to destroy her amulet; it will literally make you go into such a feral state we would have to kill you. All you would think about would be blood and chaos," Archie warned her, enough for Eleanor to tighten her fingers against the dining table before she nodded her head. She was listening to him when she didn't want to.
"She's just a teenager, she can't possibly know what she's getting herself into. Maybe we could have her leave that world behind?" Esme looked at all of us, biting the corner of her lip and hands clasped together this time. She fidgeted as she thought of all the horrors that there could be in those who were in the occult.
Carlisle sat down at the dining table and folded his hands together in front of him, resting his chin against his hands. He had his mind clouded from me, masking me from him. He quite rarely did this and I wasn't hurt from it. I would have been if I were younger, but I had been around him for about a century. I knew he only did it to protect me from his unfiltered thoughts that could hurt my feelings. He always put me and others first even in his own thoughts.
Finally he nodded his head, seeming pleased with what he thought before he turned to Archie.
Archie thankfully wasn't rubbing the corner of his head from having a migraine. He wasn't being bombarded with visions. Everything seemed to be calm and steady now, the waves were moving at the speed they were supposed to be. Archie was moving with the currents.
"Would the head of her family's organization be fine with me sending a letter, you think? It wouldn't cause any type of anger?"
Carlisle knew Archie couldn't see that far into the future, but I wouldn't be surprised if he had been researching the family and the manor when he first realized why Bella Swan lived in Baton Rouge. He also didn't know any of the families that were in the Occult down in Baton Rouge personally. Otherwise he would have been able to immediately say what would happen.
"As far as I can tell they wouldn't care. The house is currently taken care of by The Liberté. A French family that has been friends with the Higginbothams for centuries. The family have their own Seers, and they are quite well known in the Southern Elite," Archie explained, making Eleanor loosen up where she was sitting. She wasn't still happy with these people messing with the dark side, but she was glad the family wouldn't outright try and attack us.
Carlisle paused when he had heard the name of the family that was currently taking care of the manor. "Did you just say The Liberté? And that they have Seers in their family?"
An image appeared in Carlisle's mind of him standing inside of a southern manor, not the Higginbotham Plantation, and he was dressed in an elegant suit.
He was holding a wine glass, and he was politely acting like he was sipping the wine.
Esme wasn't with him this time, she must have been either hunting or she was away on her own business. So Carlisle was here on his own, having to deal with the hassle of acting human.
A woman came bounding into the room, short with intricate braided hair that was piled up in a high bun, feathers here and there. She claimed her name was "Ms. Libby" since she wasn't going to make everyone call her by her full last name. She must have been older than she looked because she didn't look as if she was one age. She looked as if she were a tree that had its age hidden in its core. It wouldn't be until she would die one would know how old she really was.
I pulled my mind away from what Carlisle was thinking and turned to Archie.
"Is the head of the family called Ms. Libby?"
"Yes. She never married or had children. She said she didn't care to have them. She considers the rest of her family her children," Carlisle said, his voice was soft but it was still shaking. He didn't expect to know the lady who appeared at some social event in the south would have a bigger part of his afterlife than just a random occultist.
"So basically she considers Bella her daughter. I think this would go well for us. She obviously would have made sure Bella would not come here if she thought we were going to do anything to her. Besides, you didn't get any dark energy from her, did you?"
Esme looked at me and studied me with a tenseness that was always there whenever it came to her children.
"Not towards me. It's not like I felt she was going to cast curses on us. She just knows stuff, and she'll only use it when it's a last resort. Her dad is the chief of police too. It would kind of be counterproductive if she came here and did these things all the time," I confessed, as I thought of how there was that kind of warning aura around her. She was to be second guessed, just because she looked harmless and like any other human didn't mean she was like any other human.
"Eleanor? Are you okay?"
I turned my attention towards Eleanor, noticing how she was sitting at the table with an uncomfortableness to her. She was always someone who was comfortable and in her skin. She never apologized for who she was. She was proud of who she was and she would let others know they should have expected better of themselves to think they could tear her down.
"It's something I'm going to have to get used to. I wasn't lying when I said I saw stuff when I was hunting on the trail before Royal saved me. Maybe the voodoo and the dark magic is different up there than it is down in Baton Rouge but it's not something that should be trifled with. It's not something that people think is cool, it's dangerous."
A quick image appeared in my mind of a group of bloodthirsty wild people dancing around a bonfire. They were naked, hooping and hollering and drinking. A child was in the arms of one of the wild women and there were two what looked like tourists that had been captured and were bound to a tree. The woman who held the child stalked towards the bonfire while one of the wild men went towards the woman who was tied to the tree.
Then the child was thrown and the man attacked the woman.
I hadn't even realized I was frozen or my hands had tightened on the chair in front of me. It snapped in seconds, splinters flying everywhere and thankfully grazing my family members. Eleanor's eyes widened as she hadn't expected me to read her mind. There wasn't any type of anger in her at having her mind probed at.
"Tell me you went after them. Tell me you made sure to avenge that family," I whispered, despite it barely being heard it felt as if I was screaming into the void. I waited for Eleanor to say something to me and eventually she nodded her head.
"I went back and buried their remains in a proper way. Then I went after those savages and I killed them. I made sure that family was avenged," Eleanor remarked. She turned to the others around her. She didn't have to say anything for us to know.
It would be best to get in communication with Ms. Libby and the rest of the Occult.