Ch. 59: Theater and Drama
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Jake~
She was on a date. With her boyfriend. I wanted to die. I wanted to rage.
“LISTEN,” Evan seethed at me. “Will you let me finish?”
I shook my head, trying to regain control of my thoughts and nodded.
“I think her mom knows something is up. I mean not werewolf-mate stuff, and all that. But she guessed that you had been part of her life lately. She told me basically that she didn’t like that guy and always thought you guys would be good together.
Okay now I needed to keep shaking my head, this was not what I wanted to hear right now. Nick mumbled to himself next to me and all I wanted to do was start a one-sided fight with this tree next to me.
“WHAT THEATER?” I asked Evan.
“She didn’t tell me, J,” Evan answered. Not what I wanted to hear.
“We’re going,” I said decisively and turned to run towards Evan’s car. “NOW!” I commanded from a few flights ahead of them.
I heard their footsteps behind me as we jogged across town.
Rachel~
“Extra large popcorn please, and could you just put a whole load of butter on there?” I asked the lady behind the counter.
She nodded and smiled. I looked over at Sean who had some candy in his hands.
“Three boxes of milk duds?” I asked him in a teasing tone.
“Be nice or I won’t let you have any,” he teased back.
“Here you go,” the woman behind the counter handed me my popcorn and Sean and I walked to the register.
“What?” I asked him as he eyed my popcorn.
“Just wondering how you’re going to keep that figure if you’re gorging on snacks..” he said evasively.
I wrinkled my face, hurt and confused by his words and tone. “What?” I asked softly.
He reached his hand out to my wrist and pulled me forward, kissed me briefly on the lips, zapping me with electricity. I pulled on my wrist to get it out of his grasp but he just held tightly.
“Sunshine, I’m teasing,” he oozed.
I had a flashback to Vance. To Paul. I wriggled again. I pictured Jake caring for me the night before, and I pulled back with all my strength.
“It’s our turn Sunshine,” he said, looking me dead in the eyes and mouthing some unintelligible words to himself. His gaze deepened and I couldn’t look away.
“That’ll be $21.98,” the cashier said next to us.
Sean looked over and paid while I looked on and smiled at him.
How nice, he paid for me too.
Ally~
Well, no more luck. No more actual spells since the ones we had found early on. I was starting to lose hope. I had recently come back from another dead end. This local coven of Wiccans. They were well intentioned, really, but there were no real magic users there.
“Aunt Idira called, Al,” my mom said breathlessly from around the corner.
She must have run up here from downstairs.
“She thinks she has the trunk!” she exclaimed. “Let’s go!”
I dropped everything and followed her as we rushed downstairs and to the car. Idira lived in Arizona but we didn’t care. We had to get grandma’s book. It had to have something that could help us, help Rachel, and maybe even find Kyle… This trunk was the only thing we have to go on now.
Kyle~
My head pounded. I couldn’t go on much longer without sleep. I needed to recharge. But whoever that masked woman was who came down here, who held my prisoner - she was doing something that kept me here and kept me awake. If I could just sleep for a bit, I know I could try to reach Ally somehow. There was no one else.
My mind kept pulling me back to the realization that Gma was gone. This psychotic woman and her assassin had killed her. I had refused to help them, and they just killed her. I had to hear the blood clogging her airway, watch the light and love fizzle up in her eyes. Fae were no killers. Especially lower fae, even more so Dream Walkers like Gma and I. But I knew then that I would be different. At my first opportunity I am going to kill this b**ch and the killer with her.
I didn’t know how long I had been locked away, beaten up, and kept from sleep. But it had to be almost a month. The lights were on all the time, and while at first I thought they were poisoning my food or water, time without both taught me it was something else. It had to be in the air. Something I couldn’t see, hear, taste, smell.
The door hissed open. Must be lunch.
“So,” the woman said with a voice modulator. “Are you finally ready to cooperate?”
I had to find out more about what she was up to. Playing strong and silent all this time hadn’t gotten me much. Maybe it was time to play the game a bit. She set down the paper plate with its terrible food scraps, and paper cup or water.
“What-,” my voice etched out of me, raw from being unused, “What is is exactly that you want me to do?”
Her hood rippled as she moved closer. If only she wasn’t wearing a thick mask. Who was she?
“Implant a dream of course.” She replied. “Well, a few dreams.”
“Wouldn’t that require… what’s that word… oh - SLEEP?” I seethed at her.
She laughed. I wanted to choke her out. But my arms and legs were chained here on this thin mattress on the floor.
“That could be arranged, you know. But only to do what I ask,” she added.
Over my dead body.
“Fine, let me sleep and I’ll implant a dream,” I said in a whisper, looking at the floor. Trying my best to sound defeated.
“Not so fast,” she added. I tried to keep my eyes downcast still as she got closer. She stepped into the light a bit and I caught sight of her shoes. “This will be done with me, you’ll take me with you. And if I don’t like what I see… Well, maybe I’ll just go catch another Dream Walker.”
Something about those shoes, those tiny feet, tugged at my memory but I couldn’t place it. Not right now.
“Okay,” I croaked out.
“Good. I’ll come back tomorrow and we’ll go over the details,” she chirped happily. She turned away and I swear she skipped to the door in glee.
Now I had some time to try to think my way out of this. I wouldn’t implant something in someone who didn’t want it.
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