The Elementals #1 by Kiki XoXo (debian ebook reader txt) 📖

desk.  Huge flat screen! I'm in aww of the room. It's grogeous. Gripping my towel closer to myself,  watch has painting appear. on the walls.

 

"Like it?" He voice asks behind me. I straighten my legs, and grip my towel firmly.

 

"It's a little black for my taste." I answer, and watch as the color start to fade away. Now all the black is gone and in it's place pure white.  White and Purple. It's still is pretty cool, but if I were to be honest the black looked better. "It's a bit bright now." I add. I hear him chuckle behind me, and shiver goes through me. Don't turn around! I'm yelling. 

 

"You're insatiable." He whispers, right behind me now. He hands touch my hips, and he turns me so I'm facing him. "Miss me?" He asks,  hugging me. I don't hug him back for two reasons. 1. I'm in a towel . . . it might fall. 2.  He is the bad guy! "No hug?" He sighs, pulling away and holding me at arms length. He looks me up and down.  "You're unhurt." He takes note to.

 

"The only thing that's really hurt me lately is finding out your friends and your brother are bad guys trying to kidnap me." I say, and he drops his hands. Then the room around me fades. Now I'm standing in a library study like room. A fire crackling, and books cases lining the walls.  The fire feels nice!  Walking closer to the fire,  I make sure my towel is still covering everywhere.  "You know you could've waited  a couple more minutes. . . so I  could put clothes on." I sigh. He lets out a breath, and  the fire comes to life bigger and warmer. I glance at him, he is doing something?

 

"Yeah, but you look good." He says standing beside me now. We are quiet for a while, my head is spinning. Why is he being so good and nice right now? Isn't supposed to be like forcing me to kiss him or something?  "Lyra, are you okay?" He ask asks, worry clearly taking over. He actually is worried about me?  I remember what the vampire guy told me when we first meet. He still feels, and is practically the same as me. He just has a harder time forgiving.

 

"I'm fine Tatum," I say turning back to the fire. "Is that even your name?" It comes out before I can stop it.

 

"Ahhhh, there she is." he  sighs. "Yes, Tatum is my real name. I was wondering when you would start in on questions." He admits. "Come, I'll give you clothes." He says gesturing for me to go through the door at the other end of the room. I follow behind him, walkng through a ginormous hallway. He opens another door, and I'm in his bedroom.  "Over there are my comfortable clothes." He says, closing the door with him outside the room.  Making my way towards the dresser, I open  the top drawer. Basketball shorts! Yes! I have no underwear! I here the door squeek open. "On the bed." He says, and then it closes. I look at the bed. It's a pair of my underwear from my house in Spridge. Sports bra and spandex. Grabbing them and flinging them on I slide into shorts, and a plain t-shirt in the human world. He actually went to school there, he wasn't just there out of knowwhere.

 

"You can come in." I yell to him, walking around looking at the pictures.  He room is normal, more normal then I thought. Queen bed, with royal blue beding. Dresser, and desk. Nothing that says I'm evil.  "Thanks for the clothes." I say once I hear the door close again.

 

"No problem." He sighs. "Lyra can we please talk?" he asks.

 

"I can try, but when can I go home?" I ask, afraid the question might upset him.

 

"When ever you want." He says, then he plops on his bed. Slowly I walk over to it, and sit next to him. All right Lyra, you can do this be mature. "How are Molly and Garret?" He asks, and I can already feel my temper boiling. He knew that my parents weren't really dead, Melanie and  Sean knew too.  I take a couple deep breaths.

 

"Next question." I say between gritted teeth, I honestly don't know how they are with Dr, Drake coming to see me soon who knows whats going through there heads. I glance at him, and he is eyeing me. "I can't answer that question." I say, and he still eyes me. "Ugh... They are all over the place right now. One minute telling me to enjoy seeing my friends the next telling me I can't be with one of them and crying because a docter is coming to see me that they hired."  I give him a breif exlaination.

 

"Can't be with someone . . . " He sighs, leaning back into his pillows. I rub my forehead, probably not the smartest thing to say.

 

"It was stupid they thought I was into the guy when I wasn't." I lie, and he seems to blow it off.

 

"They hired a doctor?" He questions, now my blood is boiling. Not because of him. Because Molly and Garret did hire a doctor, and now they regret it because they got to know me. Serves them right judging a book by it's cover!

 

"Yeah, he is like 2 weeks early. He is suposed to help me get my memories back."  I inform him using my fingers to try and brush through my hair. For some reason I'm not as scared here as I thought I would be, for some reason I'm calm  as in not scared he is going to try anything. I trust him, and I have no idea why.

 

"Do you know who?" He asks, sitting up. Grabbing something off the end table next to the bed.

 

"Dr. Drake." I sigh, looking at the object in his hands. It's a ball, almost like a snow globe. "What is that?" I ask. pointing at it.

 

"You might know it as a crystal ball." He sighs, shaking it. Then a picture shows up, a pictures of a room, my bedroom in Spridge? "I'm checking to make sure your parents aren't checking on you." He enlightens me. I nod, Why does he seem, so good?!

 

"Tatum." I begin, he looks up at me from the ball. "Have you ever looked for me through that?" I ask, and he puts the ball back where he got it. Twiddling his thumbs, he looks directly at me. " I see. . ." I chuckle uncomfortable.

 

"Mostly at night, while you sleep. It  . . .  calms me  you could say." He tells me, "I've neer seen anything I shouldn't of." He adds, and that makes me twice as uncomfortable. He could see me while I shower! He could've saw me with Sebastien. The thought slowly creeps in. 

 

"I don't know if you're telling me the truth." I yawn, all of a sudden tired.  "Please don't. I mean don't watch me if I'm showering or something." I plead, and he laughs lightly with a nod. "Anyways..." I say looking around his room, trying to get rid of all the awkwardness that is now in the room.

 

"Lyra I just want to make sure you know that I did-" He rushes

 

"Sir." Sean appears in the doorway, with the door swing open. I jump, and Tatum glares.  Sean, god god. "Oh. sorry If interupted something. But her parents are making there way upstairs." He says, then leaves closing the door.

 

"Time to send me back." I say half relieved.

 

"Sadly." He adds, standing up. I stand with him. "Until next time." He grins grabbing my hand and kissing it. Sebastien did that too. I pull my hand back as soon has he is done. What's with boys in doing that! "Good night." He says, touching my cheek and I'm out like a light.

 

***

 

I scramble out of bed, at the noise of the door bell ringing down stairs. I hit the ground with a thud, which hurts.  Getting up I make my way to my bathroom, use the potty and brush my teeth.  My stomach rumbles and I know it's past time for breakfast. I wonder why I slept so late, it's not like i was up all night. Maybe when you dream, you sleep better and longer. Man was that some weird dream too. Meeting Tatum, and talking to him.  I giggle, making my way to kitchen. Grabbing a bowl, and making oatmeal I find in a cupboard. I sit down with a long yawn, checking to the clock on the oven. 10:17. I wonder who is here. I mean I'm pretty sure the doorbell rang. Taking a couple bites of oatmeal, I get up from the stool peeking around the cornner.  Oh, shit!  I head back to my cereal grabbing the bowl, I head up the stairs. No way am I facing them this early in the morning. Espicially not with the others there as well.

 

"Lyra! There you are." Molly says behind at the bottom of the stairs. I freeze dammit. So close, just five more stairs and a couple more feet to my room!  I turn around and wave at her with a mouthful of oatmeal.  "We have some guests." She says, I sigh. I go back downstairs, finish my oatmeal. Drink a glass of water as slowly as possible and head to the living room.  The queen and king are there with there two kids.

 

"Morning." I say, standing in the doorway. The only spot left just happens to be next to Sebastien, in the love seat. I'm not sitting there.  I get multiple replies from multiple people, and I give everyone the friendliest and warmest smile I can this early after waking up.  I glance at Chaston, she is looking at something around me but I don't think she is looking at me.

 

"Lyra dear," Molly says, and I can tell a question is coming. "Where did you get those clothes?' She asks, I was right a question. My clothes though, we just went shopping yesterday. I look down expecting to see my new pair of pj pants I got along with  a shirt. Nope. Black and green basketball shorts, and a gray shirt that is way over sized. Tatum's clothes! This is what I pout on in that dream! Or was it it dream? What happened? That vamire guy got me right out of the shower, that's right. I was up all night! My face turns bright red, I'm actually wearing Tatums clothes! I was okay with it last night, I mean there isn't anything like horribly wrong, but Obviously they're boys clothing.

 

"Oh... uh..." I say, what do I say. " It must be some of the stuff I brought with me, from human world." I say, "I'll be back." I say leaving the room without an okay. That wasn't very convincing! Running to my room, I throw of the clothes and dig through my drawers in the dress from something else. Sliding into a plain pair of jeans, and a nice sweater. I make my way back downstairs.  "Yeah, I forgot I packed a bunch of stuff." I half laugh and half sigh walking back into the room. Chaston eyes me suspicously I give her a small smile, no way can anybody find out where those clothes really came from. If they found  out I seen Tatum last night I would probably get kicked out! What even happened last night? I remember talking and then Sean showing up. He like forced me to sleep or something. The king and queen had things they wanted to talk about with my parents, so I stayed and barely listend for a couple minutes. I slipped out of the room after a little while, and went back to my room. I grabbed a sticky note and wrote Tatum's name on it then stuck it to the clothes. Shower time. Remembering to grab a towel