The Elementals #2 by Kiki XoXo (books for new readers .txt) 📕

I'm not going to let her live. 

Not after everything she has put me through, not after everything she has put all of us through! She has hell to pay. Gripping the key that is now hanging from around me neck, I found a necklace string rope thing to put it on, I gain hope. Maybe everything will be okay in the end. I mean, I just want the queen gone. Once she is gone, maybe Donatello and I can talk through some agreement. Or at least maybe he will draw back and let Spridge get put back together.

What if though in the next year and a half when I turn eighteen, my true nature is evil? Everyone else told me I had nothing to worry about, but what if?  I get up looking at the calender. Holy shit! I turn seventeen next month. I've been in Spridge and Caswan almost a whole year now. If I go bad, what will happen? The others will fight against me, I want them too! I can't go bad, if I do then everything will have been for nothing. All this death and fighting. I would've saved all of these people just to come back and try to kill them! 

"Lyra." Sebastien scares me, and I close the file looking up. He snuck up on my. "My mothers file... I can read." He whispers, pulling out the chair next to me.  I slide it over to him no use arguing. I watch as he flips through it, keeping my facial expression neutral like he is.  

"So?" I ask, after a couple minutes of nothing. He pushes it forwards and closes it.

"I need you to do something Lyra." He replies, ignoreing my question. I pull my chair in closer, gripping my hands on my lap. What would he need me to do? "No matter what Chaston or any one else says... you have to kill her."  I sit back, unsure if he really just said that. "She has done to much to this land and it's people. She needs to be put to death as soon as possible. I know you want to as well, it's obvious. Why I don't know... the only reason you have to be mad at her would be because she didn't want us together... what else?" He asks. 

Well, yeah I'm mad at her for that a little bit, but mostly for Elijah. Which I can't tell him. So what do I say? I get the feeling this is him trying to figure out where our feelings for each other are. I have to many guy problems, Chaston was right about that. Do I still have that same crush on Sebastien that I did before? I have Thayer, and he loves me, I love him, but is it possible to love two people and have a crush on another?  I stnad up moving away from him. No, I can't keep doing this to myself. I'm only making things harder. 

"She threaten Caswan." I clear my throat. "Thayer and his family, that's why I want her dead." I say, realizing that's another reason I want her gone.  "Not because she forbid you and I. She was right, Sebastien. We don't and wont work out ever. Even if I wanted us to." I finish then I walk away. Leaving a small piece of my heart there with him, in the kitchen in the flickering light of a candle. It must be possible to love two people and have a huge crush on another. My heart just broke. How could this be happening to me. I'm one girl. Why is all of ths happening to one person? I've got a love square thing, multiple evil villians to face, a curse, a wedding, becomeing a queen! All of this is shoved at one teenage girl within a year's time. It's to much, and to fast.

Laying next the Thayer, I watch him while he sleeps. He looks so calm and happy. Relaxed and at peace. Since I've came to his life, I've ruined all of that. Now he is in danger, life being threated! His family and his people! It's all me. 

No, it's the crazy ass queen. I wont let anything happen to any of them! No one else is going to die for me ever. No one else will put killed because of a mentally challenged queen. I doze of slowly into sleep, cuddling in closer to Thayer, wanting to feel his warmth. 

"Lyra! Hey you're fine you're safe!" Thayer's voice pulls me from my terror. I sit up arms flailing. He catchs both of my hands, gripping them and holding them still. Remember. It's gone, I don't remember at all. My chest is heaving and I'm sweating like a fat pig.  "Hey... it's okay." Thayer whispers again pulling me into his lap. 

"I didn't mean to wake you up."  I whisper lay my head back against his chest. I know he isn't happy with me, I'm not happy with me, but this feels nice being in his arms. It's always safe and everything bad fades away. He hums a tune, from a song that his mother plays on the piano, and rocks us back and forth. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For everything." I say my voice cracking. 

"Everything?" he asks, and stops humming. He lays his chin on my shoulder, letting go of my hand he pulls my hair back and the other side. Then he grabs my hand again. 

"Yes, everything. Mostly what happened earlier today, but even for meeting me." I say, "You've been put through more then anyone in the past two months." I look down at our linked hands. My breathing is back to normal, and now with it being just the two of us, we need to talk. 

"I do not regret meeting you." He says almost in a laugh, "I can't think of my life going any other way." He smiles, and it cheers me up slightly. "I understand too." 

"Understand what?" I ask, unsure what he is reffering to.

"Today at the training center. I know it's hard for both of you... and with him being what he is, it's obviously very hard for him, espicially if you're bleeding." He holds up my hand that's wrapped, and he starts unwrapping it. I don't know if I want him to see the mark, why would he want to see!? I don't stop him though, if he wants to see it, then I'll let him see it.  "I have to say he is probably my second favorite person here next to you..." He sighs, turning my hand over showing the mark and the other little cuts from earlier when I punch the mirror here. 

"Seriously?" I ask, tilting my head to look at him. 

"Of course, he has saved you life on numerous ocations I've heard.. I can't help but be thankful for him. Jealous of course too, but..." He laughs slightly again. He pulls my hand in closer looking at the deep purple pink hickey looking mark. "It doesn't hurt or anything?" he asks, scanning it closely. 

"Not at all." I say, thinking about it. It feels really good actually. I shiver, sending the thought away now isn't the time to get into how his bite makes me feel. I'll waste half of my life trying to explain that. 

"It gives you intense sexual pleasure, even more intense then actual sex." He whispers, and I stop swaying with him. He did his research, why is he saying this? He is just upsetting us both. I check making sure everyone is still sleeping, they all look asleep, and I can't tell if anyone is acting, I hope not other wise they would know about Elijah and I. I sit up still in his lap unsure now what to say. How do I respond to that? He knows that I've expirienced those feelings, and he knows he can't make me feel them. 

"I would be lying if I said no." I say, sounding angrier then I ment. I slip out of his lap, now for some reason I am mad at him.  He is making me feel like shit, and it's not my fault. It's not Elijah's fault either. It was something that fate or destiny did to the two of us. I remember back to the painting of the two of us dancing. It's old, meaning someone saw this coming. I wish I would'ved looked for a date and a name, now wondering who knew that this all would happen. In the painting I was older, maybe nineteen or twenty, I was wearing the necklace which I have to key to still. We were at a ball in the ball room here in Spridge. I need to know who painted that, maybe I can do some reserch or get some answers.  "Thayer... I don't know what you're getting at, but if it's to make me feel bad it's working. I'm sorry." I say one last time, "Now, we both should get some sleep." I lay back down, a couple inches away from him now. 

"I know... I'm sorry too."  he whispers, and then his arm wraps around my waist, and I feel his forehead against my neck. I lay thinking about the painting, how old could it be? I wonder if he was alive when it was painted? Maybe Elijah knows who it was. 

He has obviously seen the painting, and knows that's it's the two of us. Maybe he knows who painted it then! ... If he's known about the painting though... then he has known I was coming. He knew that there would be a girl with white hair and silver eyes that he would be with in the end! I wonder... I wonder...

I never going to get back to sleep now. Not with this information! Elijah has known for a long time now that I was coming. A girl with white hair and silver eyes. It confuses me how no one else noticed the painting, but I'm not complaining. I scratch the back of my neck looking at Thayer who is sleeping next to me. 

Should I be mad at him? Why would he say those things to me? Doesn't he know that I already know that stuff, and it doesn't make me feel any better. In fact it makes me feel like shit at the momment since it looks like Elijah is switching sides. I look down at my still unwrapped hand, the mark from his bite is still clear as day. Thinking back to the one I had on my neck, I remember how close people came to finding out about the bond. Chaston espicially. I think she still suspects something is up, but that's all she can know. Now with him being on the same side as the queen he is officially off limmits for me.

I look around the room at all the sleeping bodies.  Theodore and Janessa are ocupying the chair together cuddling, and Chaston and