Eleanor... Terrible way to put an end to the life I had. Now, I won't get the chance to stalk or spy on Ryan and Alina as I wished, all thanks to grandpa Tony. Dinner at the extended family's household was pretty much like dinner in any other large household I had ever known:Everybody talked at once—except of course for Sleepy, who only spoke when asked a direct question—and nobody wanted to clear the table afterward.I made a mental note to call grandpa Tony and tell him he’d been wrong.There was no advantage, that I could see, in having brothers: They chewed with their mouths open and ate every single Poppin’ Fresh bread roll before I’d even had one.After dinner, I decided it would be wise to avoid my room, and give Jesse plenty of time to make up his mind about whether he was leaving with or without his teeth.I’m not a big fan of violence, but it’s an unfortunate by-product of my profession. Sometimes, the only way you can make someone listen is with your fist. This is not
*** *** *** * Old Ryan * When I climbed into the Rambler car at the end of the day, Doc was all over me. “Everybody’s talking about it!” Asher cried, bouncing up and down on the seat. “Everybody saw it! You saved that guy’s life! You saved Bryce Martinson’s life!” “I didn’t save his life,” I said, calmly twisting the rearview mirror so I could see how my hair looked. Perfect. Salt air definitely agrees with me. “You did so. I saw that big chunk of wood. If that’d landed on his head, it’ve killed him! You saved him, boss. You really did.” “Well.” I rubbed a little gloss into my lips. “Maybe.” “God, you’ve only been at the place one day, and already you’re the most popular girl in area!” Asher was completely unable to contain himself. Sometimes I wondered whether a slap might have been the answer. Not that I didn’t like him. In fact, I liked him best out of all of other boys-which I realize is not saying much, but it’s all I’ve got. It had been Asher who, just the nigh
Alina's pov I have no idea how long I lay beneath the planks of wood and heavy clay tiles of the crumpled breezeway. Looking back, I realize I must have lost consciousness, if only for a few minutes.All I can remember is something sharp hitting me on the head, and the next thing I knew, I’d opened my eyes to consummate blackness, and a feeling that I was being surpressed.A favorite trick of some poltergeists is to sit on their victim’s chest while he or she is just waking, so that the poor soul feels he or she is being suppressed, but can’t see why. I couldn’t see why, and for a second or two I thought I’d failed and that Hayley was still in this world, sitting on my chest, torturing me, getting her revenge for what I’d tried to do. Then I thought, Maybe I’m dead.I don’t know why. But it occurred to me. Maybe this was how being dead felt. At first, anyway. This must have been how it was for Heather when she woke up in her coffin. She must have felt the same way I did: trappe
Alina's pov My phone pinged, it was a message and it read, "The Greens, 08:00 hours,I have something for you" It was from a stranger. I wasn't, of course, going to meet him. I mean, despite ample evidence to the contrary, I am not stupid.I have, in the past, met various people at various appointed times and found myself, hours later, either tied to a chair, thrust into a parallel dimension, forced to don one-piece swimsuits, or being otherwise cruelly mistreated. I was not going to meet Paul Slater after work. I was so not. And then I did anyway. Well, what else was I supposed to do? The lure was just too great. I mean, actual documented evidence about mediators? Something about people being able to take over other peoples bodies?All the nightmares about long, fog-enshrouded hallways in the world were not going to keep me from finding out the truth at last about what I was and what I could do.I had spent too many years wondering just that to allow an opportunity like this
Alina's pov "Hello beautiful" A voice greeted. I had decided to go to the Greens as the stranger kept sending messages to her. I felt the blood in my veins run cold.I knew that voice. Knew it only too well. The man who owned it had tried to kill me once.“It’s him,” I whispered. Unnecessarily, of course, since Jon obviously knew perfectly well who it was. Jon stood up and moved from the shadows that had cloaked his face. He wore an expression, I was relieved to see, of intense distrust. He was starting to believe me now.“Who’s there?” he called, lifting the lantern and turning a knob that brought what had been a tiny flame to a more powerful one.The man below said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand. Except for the last two words. And they were easy enough for even me to decipher.Felix Diego.This is it, I thought. There was no going back now.Jon said something in Spanish to Diego, who replied in tones that, though I could not understand the words he spoke, sounded
Eleanor's pov Diego. Felix Diego, the man who’d killed Jon, because Jon's fiancée, the heinous Maria, asked him to. She had wanted to marry Diego, a slave-runner and mercenary, rather than the man her father had picked out for her to marry, her cousin Jon.But Jon never made it to the wedding. That’s because he was killed on his way there. Killed by Felix Diego, though no one at the time knew that. His body was never found. People, Jesse’s own family, even assumed that he’d chosen to run away rather than marry a girl he didn’t love and who didn’t love him. Maria had gone on to marry Felix, and they’d produced a whole bunch of kids who later grew up to be murderers and thieves themselves.And, not too long ago, the pair of them had paid a little visit to me, at Paul’s behest. He’d met Diego’s ghost. In fact, Paul was the one who’d summoned him.Now Paul was going to stop Diego from killing Jesse… probably by killing Diego himself. It’s easy for shifters to kill people. All we have
*** *** ***Ryan stood in front of Alina bed, next to her was Eleanor. All he wanted to do was confront her, Eleanor mist have found out Alina is the fifth and highly guarded member. Yet, that doesn't explain why they met with an accident and have been on life support for the past two weeks.A day after Alina was hospitalized, Zara had come in , yelling at him. Also saying Alina was on the verge of divorcing and now his bad luck had finally rubbed off on her. Since then, neither Zara not Hayley have visited.Surprisingly though, her parents didn't come to visit in the hospital, pretending they don't know she had a accident.Ryan turned to Tony, not saying anything.Tony held Eleanor's hand, praying silently. Tony had insisted on footing both bills and that they are both in the same ward.Now, everything has to be on hold. He made a mistake with Alex. He had been to rash with everything and now, it's coming back to back fire at him. Alina stirred, for a second, Ryan had his hopes up,
*** *** *** Alina watched as everything around her turned to black instantly, like she was being pulled by a force much stronger than her."Help!" She screamed to Eleanor. She doesn't want to leave, not when things are a lot more different."Help!" she screamed, stretching her hands towards Eleanor who only stood, looking at her, loss on what to do.To Eleanor, her own world was shaking,where Alina is calm and still on the bed, Eleanor was writhing in pain, she was being sucked into another world.She knew none of this was real and that she met with an accident while convincing Alina to reveal herself to Ryan, but she expected to go to Heaven or hell or wherever it is, not here, where she is in between worlds, living her days like nothing ever happened to her. Suddenly, Eleanor found herself in the body of her six years old self, the day her biological parents died.Everything came as a rush to Alina, she was too weak to open her eyes but she could hear every sound in her surroundi