Derek instantly narrows his eyes at us. “I have to go,” he says and before I know it he shoots out of the room.
I chase after him, forgetting we were engaged in a discussion that would’ve given me more insight into the being Vayle is and why we’re so connected.
Derek is moving fast, but I catch up with him in the forest that would be a twenty minute walk away for a normal person.
“Derek,” I shout as I see him moving about fifty meters ahead of me.
He stops dead in his tracks.
“Derek,” I say again, and this time I’m standing right behind him, taking advantage of my ability to move as fast as lightening.
“Nothing happened between us,” I lie.
“You’re not telling me the truth, Zill. I can smell him on you.”
He said that so calmly.
“We did kiss but that’s it.”
He’s just standing there with his back to me. I’m thinking he’s only seconds from running away from me again. And I swear to myself that this time I’ll let him go because I think I’ve broken his heart and then tried to lie about it.
Instead he spins around to face me. “I’m not supposed to do this,” he says breathlessly.
“Do what?” And before I know it, Derek Firth, the Wek, has his arms wrapped around me and I think we’re kissing.
My eyes are closed, but my feet are off the ground and my head is floating away from my shoulders. It’s as if my mouth can’t get deep enough into his and my whole body wants to merge into his.
Time is passing and we’re on the ground now—the snow covered ground mixed with twigs, dead leaves and mud. We’re getting all wet and it’s cold as heck, but I don’t care; I don’t want to stop, never ever want to stop.
I think Derek feels the same because his tank is on full, and I don’t think he’s going to run empty any time soon.
Then it happens. A thick fog flows over us. Before I know it, Derek pulls me up and we’re both on our feet.
“Let’s go,” he whispers.
He still has my hand as we race through the brush, breaking the record for the fastest speed I’ve ever ran.
“The fog means vampires, right?” I say as we break out of the tree line.
Derek stops, and I stop with him. “They’re close, Zillael.”
He somehow maneuvers us until we’re standing back to back. Then suddenly we’re joined by a third body. It’s Vayle.
The fog is thicker as it spreads over us. We can hardly see two feet ahead of us. Another body joins our circle. It’s Deanna.
“We keep her safe, Wek,” she whispers very low to Derek.
“Yes,” both Derek and Vayle say at the same time and then look at each other.
“I can fight myself, you know,” I say on my own behalf.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Deanna warns me.
I roll my eyes. I mean really, nothing’s changed that much about me. I’ve never been a delicate little girl who needs stronger people to fight her battles.
“Wait,” Deanna says and tenses up. She’s right next to me and I sense that she’s listening to something far off. We’re all standing as still as possible. I can hear the rustling in the woods, and there are screams all around us.
Finally a wall of wind hits us hard. It’s strong, but it doesn’t move us a bit. After a moment, it feels like we’ve been caught in the eye of the storm because all the air is somehow curving around us and blowing past us.
This lasts for about a minute. When the wind subsides all the fog is gone. Even the sun above is visible as there’s no cloud coverage either. Instinctively we all look at Vayle.
“I’m not toast,” he says and throws up his hands.
I sigh in relief.
“What happened?” I finally ask.
“It’s the one with the power of the wind,” Derek answers.
“Who’s that? And what does that mean?” I ask.
“Woah. They’re hot like you, Zill,” Vayle says gazing straight ahead.
“Don’t call her that,” Derek snaps.
“I can call her what I want to,” Vayle snaps back.
“Hey, cut it out you two,” Deanna warns both of them.
Before Vayle can retort, I whisper, “Oh my gosh,” because I see them too.
There are two women walking towards us. One is dressed in all black. Black pants, long sleeved shirt and black shiny shoes on her feet. She catches my eye first because of how the contrast of the black against her glowing brown skin. The other woman is just as stunning. She’s wearing nicely fitted jeans, a long white sweater and knee-high black boots. Her hair is a ginger color and her skin rosy. They’re basically upon us now, and I can see that her eyes are the same color as Derek’s, emerald green. Also, both women have graceful swan-like necks. Other than skin color, they, we, look identical. Both of them are smiling at me.
“Cl’auta and Falu,” Derek whispers.
“That’s Clarity and Fawn?” I ask, but they’re already right in front of us.
“Yes, I’m Clarity,” the one wearing black says.
“I’m Fawn,” the one wearing the white sweater says.
“How about we talk over a cup of Goshem tea?” Clarity asks.
I just bob my head—finally, I know it’s come. My future away from Moonridge has just begun.
THE END
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