The Elementals #2, Kiki XoXo [best e book reader .TXT] 📗

Thayer's foot he looks right away. I look down at my plate, and shake me head slightly. He understands, grabs his glass of water. I nod, letting him know the water is fine. Water it is for the two of us. Although, his parents.. and my parents! Good god. Everyone is eating already too it's to late. I push my plate forward, and look at Rashell in the corner of my eye. She is watching me like a hawk!

 

"Not hungry?" she speaks, smiling inocently. I smile back, shrugging my shoulders.

 

"I ate only a couple minute ago." I reply.

 

"Me too." Thayer comes in, and I'm happy he plays along. I want to know what is in the food though. Rashell sighs, looking down at her plate and eating hers. She is tricky. She must've done something, to make sure the cooks wouldn't put what ever it is on her plate.

 

"Now I think you can still eat." Mr. West speaks, and he doesn't sound happy. Mad, that's what is sounds like. Mad? I glance at everyone. They all seem to be a little edgy. What is going on?  I look at Thayer and shake my head something is definately not right. 

 

"If they don't want to eat don't make them." Mrs. West says. Also sounding mad and aggravated. 

 

"Lyra, you love fish. Don't waste a good meal." are the first words that come from my fathers mouth to me. He sounds mad to. What is with everyone being mad? Rage! I kick Thayer again, and he looks over to me. He was watching his parents who are now bickering. Where did Rashell get it from? Isn't it a Drarkal plant? Well, that other force though.

 

"It's rage. I plant used to make people mad." I inform him, he leans back and away from his plate. "People are gonna get mad and fight. I kn Iow first hand." I add. "This isn't good."   We sit quietly as everyone starts bickering, the only one who isn't is Elijah, but  he ate his food. He must have some kind of immune thing with being a vampire.  He can read my mind. I wonder is he or has. If he has then he knows that I know something. God what the hell am I going to do?! What can I do? 

 

The more and more people bicker and argue the more and more I want to slap the fake sadness off Rashells face. She can't do this this is drugging people and she is a compulsive liar wtih huge commitment issues! Thayer and I keep our heads down and stay out of it. Elijah isn't saying or doing anything either, althoug what can he say. He is probably under a bunch of rules and has a lot to lose if he breaks them. Everyone is still eating though too, and thats not helping. We need to get them to stop eating. I get an idea. Focusing as hard as I can, I thrust window all around the room, flinging open the windows, and blowing food everywhere. Most of it just happens to land on Rashell, and I didn't even plan that. Everyone shuts up, and looks at the mess and the open windows.  No one suspects me! That's perfect! I'm the first one to stand up and wipe all the food off of me. 

 

"I'm gonna smell like fish!" Chaston screeches, still having rage in her system. Then she stomps out of the room, a trail of pudding following her. I clear my throat, and exscue myself as well. I hear Thayer excuse himself, and he meets me out in the hall. I admit to him that I did it and he isn't mad, I apologize for dirtying his nice dinner clothes.  I wipe off the vegie dip on his shoulder, and giggle.  He swipes his finger through the little that's on his chest and then swipes it across my nose. He chuckles, and then we walk down the hall back to the place we're staying at. I shower first and slip into my pj's and then  Thayer does. Once we're both ready we go back into the living room and play the movie. Thayer ends up falling asleep, which I understand why. He doesn't sleep well in cars so he is more then likely tired.  I wake him up a little bit and help him to our room... yes our room...  this place only has two bedrooms.  I don't really mind though, Thayer wouldn't try anything. I wont try anything. Not here, and not now. Sitting out in the lving room alone, I'm guessing the West's are helping with cleaning up. They're good people. It's horrible that they're being threatened! 

 

Thinking about that I wonder.... I might have bought myself some time for snooping! I leave the appartment thing, happy I put on my black legging pj pants and a gray shirt. I'll blend in easier in the dark. Running through the halls I find the bedroom hall way and I make my way to Rashell's. I listne closely  listening for a voice which I don't hear. I crack open the door and stay still listening again. Nothing. I openit and fly up to the cieling just in case. Still nothing. Looking around at all the fancy furniture, I look for suspcious looking things. I gown down and closer into her closet, not touching anything yet. There might be traps in here. I know there isn't camaras Chaston was talking to me about how they never have camaras because they don't need them. It's amazing that all of Mr. Holts belongings are gone already. There isn't even a picture of them in here. The only pictures are Rashell and her kids, and then one picture of just her kids. Only two pictures.  At least I can see she likes her kids. I hear a tap, and I pause. Peeking over towards the sound I see a shadow of a crow in the window. What's with crows? Flora was talking about them too. There was never crows her a month ago so something has obviously changed. I should leave. I haven't found anything and I can't touch anything. I zip out of her room. Landing down the hall a ways, I glance out the window looking for crows. There isn't any. Why is it alwasy crows though? Crows or ravens. It can't once be a penguin or an ostrich!?

 

I head back to the appartment taking my sweat time, I'm not tired. I also am scared to go to sleep becuase that would be to least safe thing for me to do. There are multiple thousands of things Rashell could have done to me while I sleep. Instead of going back to the apartment just yet I actually go outside and sit on the stairs at the entrance. Looking at the stars. They're the same stars, that you seen in the human world, it's nice having them to look at. 

 

"You shouldn't sit out here in the dark all by yourself." Sebastien's voice breaks my train of thought, and I watch as he sits next to me. He seems to have calmed down, rage is a nasty thing and I don't know for sure how much of it he got but I know he didn't get as much as the adults. "Althoug from what I heard you can protect yourself pretty good." He sighs, looking up at the sky to. I don't know what he wants. I don't know what to say. Of course I don't want to bring up his father or his mother. But that's what I'm thinking about. Asking him if he notices the changes in her, or the weird things. "Or you can ignore me..." He whispers. 

 

"I'm not ignoring you." I sigh lookig back up. "I just don't know what to say to you." 

 

"How about hi... or I missed you... or how about sorry I didn't write to you or tell you I was leaving." He asks. I close my eyes. He is mad. I forgot all about the problem of not writing or saying anything. Jeepers what a great week away this is going to be! Between keeping myself alive, not killing the queen, and staying away fro Elijah I've booked myself! 

 

"Sebastien don't be like that." I reply, and he scoffs. "You know it was you mother who ordered me off? She was je-.. she ah she didn't want us together... so she sent me away." I stand up. I can't go through this. Not without someone here who understands.  Thayer or Tatum. That's all I have right now. 

 

"My mother? Lyra, my mom told me you wa-" he begins.

 

"Well she lied to you!" I fire back, "Yeah I never wrote to you guys... I didn't know what to say. You would have asked why I left. I couldn't exactly tell you your fucking mother sent me off because she doesn't like me! But now I don't care." I quiet down, he is silent thinking things through. "I'm sorry about your dad, but I'm going to be honest I don't think pneumonia is what killed him." I say, wondering what he might reply. 

 

"What do you think then?" he asks standing as well. "My mother killed him too?" he raises his brow at me. I nod, walking up the stairs. "How dare you come to my home, when we have been everything but mean to you, and treat me and my family like this!" He says following me.

 

"Yeah what ever I'm being a major bithc but it's because I'm sick of drama and fake people and your mother is the huge ass cause of both of those problems in my life. I'm sorry you don't see her the same way I do." I keep going without slowig down or turning around. He is still walking with me, so there is something. 

 

"I heard you're with Tatum now." He changes the subject. Now I stop, I turn around and get right in his face.

 

"You can tell Sierra to grow up for me." I whisper, then turn away. "Now good night Sebastien. I was hoping this could've been a nice week to see my friends and family...since my life is in danger... but no it wont." 

 

"Your life is in danger?" He asks.

 

"Ask your mother.... or don't she probably wont tell you the truth." I reply, turning a corner. He never replies and which I relax he isn't following me anymore. I stop at a window, sitting in the sill regreting what just happened. I told him to much. What if he does ask Rashell? She will for sure kill me. I lay my head between my legs, as I feel tears come to my eyes. I'm weak. I can't do anything like face a strong queen.  All I can do is mess up special dinner meals and fly! I'm going to put Thayer and his family in danger, my parents in danger! Danger. I'm the cause of danger and trouble. 

 

"Lyra." Elijah's voice echos to me, my head snaps up. He is standing only five feet away looking at me. His golden eyes sad yet happy. I stay where I am, as does he.  Where is Rashell, oh god If she finds out I'm dead for sure.  "She is sleeping already." He whispers again, and I giggle a hatred sound. I don't hate him at all, but knowing he hs snuck away to see me means he is risking both of our lives. He has been reading my mind as well, I wonder how much he knows. I get up, still a little unfocused on if he is really here or not. I reach up slowly, gently caressing his cheek. It's him. He is here!  "Of course, you really thought I wouldn't come?" He whispers pained. I just shrug my shoulders dropping my hand. What on earth do we talk about? There is way to much to talk about in the hour or two we have right now. 

 

"What are you doing?" I speak, finally getting