Chapter 13 Meeting...Me?

Noah POV

It's been a little over 2 weeks, and it took me and Wyatt nearly 3 hours to convince Clara to come up to clinic to get her cast off. I even crushed up 3 of her pain pills and mixed it into her orange juice to put her in a somewhat convincing mood.

She'd stopped taking them a couple days after coming home because she didn't like how they made her feel.

As we pulled into the parking garage I glanced in the rearview mirror, and found her half asleep.

Getting out of the car Wyatt went to the back and helped her out. She looked up to see where she was at and her anxiety began to pick up along with her heart rate.

"No, I'm not going in there." she said as she tried moving away from Wyatt, but he kept a firm grip on her.

"Clara, we talked about this, this morning. You agreed to come up here." I said from my side of the car.

She glanced over at me and sluggishly shook her head. "You have to get the cast off sweetheart. Better to do it sooner rather than later,"

"I choose later!" I shook my head and walked over to her. "You don't come into the clinic with us willingly, or I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you in there myself kicking and screaming."

She managed to free herself from Wyatt and began backing away. Her face was a little pale, she was damn near hyperventilating.

"Clara calm down we will both be with you. We won't let anybody hurt you, I promise." Wyatt said as he stepped towards her, she took a few steps back as he got closer.

She sways a bit and I was now scolding myself for giving her those pills. "I don't feel good, can we please go home?" she begged. I could feel through the bond how scared she felt and I felt something else but couldn't put my finger on what it was.

"Noah her eyes are flickering again." Wyatt linked me. Looking back at her, I seen that they were indeed flickering from green to white. It wasn't until they stopped and stayed white that I began to panic.

"Calm down Clara," she began to looking around, looking for an exit, we were on the top floor of the parking garage there's really nowhere to go.

"Hey look at me," I spoke softly as a few car horns began going off. "We can have them give you something to help if you'd like."

"No, no shots, I hate shots. I told you that, you know why, Noah." she practically screamed at me, she ran her hands through her hair, I seen a sheen of sweat on her skin the sweater she was wearing clung to her because of it.

She then gave up trying to keep it from clinging to her so she lifted it off herself and flung it aside, leaving her in her grey jogging pants and a purple tank top.

"Noah why is she acting like that? She feels off." I sighed deeply and told him what I did through the link.

"What, why would you do that? The dose they were giving her was already high and you gave her 3?" he yelled through the link

"I'm sorry, I thought it would calm her down enough to get her in the building."

"Well it didn't, it made matters worse."

With our fighting with each other we didn't notice that Clara had disappeared.

"Where'd she go?" I said out loud. "She can't be far. Let's look around" I sniffed the air to see if I could catch her scent, but it was almost as if she just vanished.

I heard a car honk and tires screeching from the highway, both Wyatt and I ran to the side of the roof and peered over to see what happened. "How the fuck did she get down there?" I said in a panicked tone.

Running towards the stairs Wyatt and I made it down there in about a minute.

Upon getting to the sidewalk, Clara swayed and then collapsed to the ground. If it wasn't for the driver that was talking to her she would've hit the ground had the older man not caught her in time.

"I didn't see her. I swear she wasn't there, and within a split second she was, where did she come from?" We heard him telling another driver who was behind him as we raced over towards her.

Seeing us the man continued to apologize to us. "No sir it's fine, she's fine." Wyatt reassured the older gentleman.

As Wyatt grabbed her from the man he walked over to the sidewalk with her. "Whatever she did to get down here drained her." he linked me, I nodded and walked to them.

"How's she doing brother?" "I think you gave her too much, Noah. I mean she seems fine her heartrate is kinda high, but that could be because of the panic attack she had, but other than that her breathing it's shallow and her skin is clammy and cold."

"I'm sorry," I breathed, I genuinely felt terrible. "I know you are. Let's just get her to the clinic and have them make sure everything is alright and see if they'll remove her cast for us before she comes to."

"I'll let Dr. Andrews know to have a sedative on stand by if she does wake up." I said as Wyatt picked her back up and started walking to the clinic.

Clara POV

It was damp and cold, the last thing I remember is getting in the car to go and have my cast removed.

Where the hell am I?

"Hello?" I called out, an uneasy feeling settled within me.

"Noah?  Wyatt? Is anybody there?" I yelled and I wrapped my arms around myself to try and stay warm.

I could see my breath in the air and the only warm thing on me was the jogging pants I decided to wear.

I heard laughing, but couldn't figure out what direction it was coming from. I spun around in circles trying to locate it. "Oh Clara, Clara, Clara..." the voice taunted, it was a feminine voice that much I could tell. "Who are you?"

"You truly don't know?" she asked; "No I don't. Now show yourself and stop hiding in the shadows." I growled.

"There's that fire I recognize." "You know nothing about me, and I don't know you."

"Yes I do, your name is Clara Elizabeth Blackwell"

"My last name is Baker, not Blackwell, you have the wromg person." I said while still looking around for the person with the chilling voice.

"No it's Blackwell! Have our parents told you nothing? Your the fourth child of Samuel Blackwell, fifth generation of the Judas Coven. Out of your siblings on your father's side you were the only one to receive powers, some would call them a curse. Your grandmother did, right before she killed her daughter then herself. But if you ask me, they're more like a gift." I shook my head.

"I'm not a witch and this Blackwell guy isn't my father. My dad's name is Victor. Victor Baker."

Feeling a chilled wind behind me I turned around, I seen a dark figure standing there. "Who-who are you?" I stammered.

Removing her hood, I felt like I was staring at the devil themself. "My name is Clara Blackwell... I'm you silly." She laughed, her eyes were white and her hair was dark and smooth but was braided.

She grabbed my arms and began saying something in Latin, I spoke Latin but she wasn't making any sense.

My arms felt like she was burning them with her touch, "you are hurting me, let go," I begged as I tried to get out of her grasp.

When she was finished she looked back at me again "Soon, we'll be one!" she then pulled me into her and my whole body felt like I was bursting to flame. "The more you fight it the more it'll hurt." She whispered.

But all I could think about was the pain, I screamed as loud as I could, when her body molded with mine, I tried to move away but it happened so fast.

I scratched at my skin to make the feeling of her inside me disappear.

I screamed as loud as I could when her chilling laugh filled my head.