Blair Mannor. (Chapter Two)

Chapter Two

 

When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room. The memories of last night came back in a flood of perplexity; the dream of my past, Isaac hitting me, the way I found Mrs. Burke, that guy helping me. I sat up, and then felt a hand go to my lower back, “Rayne, lay back down. You need your rest.” a gentle voice said in my ear.

 

 My head turned to the face of the guy who paid my bus fair, who caught me in mid fall, and who helped me when I found Mrs. Burke. He was stunning.

 

He looked about nineteen, which was three years older than me. His black hair was across his forehead and was long his neck and ears. His cat-like yellow eyes was staring at me through the mass of hair. He was pale like a sickly person, but looked as if he could kill someone with just a glare. His face was sculpted beautifully. He had a somewhat angular face, with strong bone structure.  He was wearing faded jean with a rip in the knee. His shirt was bagging on his body, but I could still tell that he was all muscles.

 

 “Rayne lay back down.” he said again. “No. Where’s Mrs. Burke?” I asked him. He grabbed my pillow and put it against the headrest and helped me back on to it. He sat back down on the chair beside me, “Rayne, just calm down.” I looked to him, “How do you know my name? Who are you?” I asked him.

 

He smiled, his mouth closed a bit, but I could see his teeth, nice and straight, “My name is Dante Wolf.” Right then, the doctor came in. “Well, Miss Alexander, everything seems to be in check. You can get dressed and go.” he smiled and walked out, leaving me with more confusion in my head.

 

I carefully ripped out the IV that was in my hand, tossing it to the floor. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. I stood, and then started towards the bathroom. But that was a bad idea.

 

My legs started to wobble. They were weak from the medicine probably, and I started to fall. Before I fell, Dante was beside me with his arm around my waist, helping me to the bathroom.

 

He helped me inside the bathroom where I found my legs working again. “Thanks again.” I smiled. He bowed and walked out. I slipped off my hospital gown and started putting on my clothes.

 

What in the hell happened? I was so confused that my head started to hurt. I was wondering if Mrs. Burke was okay. Last time she had laid eyes on her, her body was mangled, covered with blood; a horrific scene indeed.

 

 She looked dead when I found her, which was the scary part. I was getting my purse, when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The white in my iris was still half-way covered my eye the green in my eye. My hair was a mess.

 

The curls were stick up and out every which way. I quickly put it in a ponytail and walked out with my purse on my shoulder. Dante held out my jacket once I came out. I grabbed it and put it on my purse. I signed myself out of the hospital, then Dante and I was out the door.

 

He pulled his hood up over his face as we crossed the street. I looked at him like he was crazy, “Is something wrong?” I mean, it was summer, in Alabama! No one wears hoodies in this heat.

 

He smiled, which again was the only part of his face I could see, “Yeah. I just don’t like the sun. It hurts my eyes.” my eyebrow lifted. It was about seven p.m., late afternoon. The sun was almost hidden by the trees, but their rays were still visible.

 

“Would you like me to walk you home? Just in case you start feeling weary.” he sounded sincere. “No, I can manage. I wouldn’t want to be a burden.” I smiled weakly.

 

 I hated being an inconvenience. He stopped, “Rayne you’re not. Here, let me help.” He said, his hand coming near me. I flinched at the gesture, falling backwards on my bottom. He put his hands up as if he was surrendering, then bent down to help me up.

 

 He out my arm around his neck and picked me up marriage style. While he started walking, I started thinking.

 

Okay, I don’t know if it’s me, or not, but this seems sort of eccentric. A guy, a very attractive guy, that I don’t even know paying my bus fair, caught me in the library, helped me with Mrs. Burke, and now walking, or carrying, me home. Kind of outlandish, don’t you think? I looked at him, “How do you know my name?” I was bold, but I needed to know.

 

 He smiled, “When I paid for your bus ride, the door was open. And that guy that hit you was screaming ‘I’ll kill you Rayne.’ So I put the pieces together.” Well he smart, I thought, but then looked at him again. “How did I know he hit you?” he said before I could get it out. “You had a red hand print on your face.” I nodded at his response. I knew he was right.

 

 He was one smart cookie, Robin would say. I giggled at my thought. My head hurt, so I put my head on his chest. I closed my eyes. When I opened them, we were at my house.

 

He was knocking on my door. No one answered. He knocked a second time. And again the answer was pure silence. Which was very peculiar? Robin always answered the door. She thought it was rude not to. The thought of him magically know where I lived, was beyond my train of thought.

 

He put me down and stepped in front of me, “Stay right here.” he said, then he kicked my door down. “What the…” I was cut off by him clamping his hand over my mouth. “Shhh!” he shushed.  He walked in and walked around the first floor. Right then women’s scream sound inside of the house.

 

My mind thought of one thing. Robin. I darted up the stairs and turned right towards her room. I opened the door and ran in. “Robin!” Dante was behind me. “I told you to wait...” I cut him off, “Shhh!” I mimicked him. He touched my shoulder, but I ducked out of it. She’s not in her room.

 

 Where in the crap is she!, I thought. I heard something crash in my room. Running in there, I looked around. “Robin!” she was laying on my bed. I ran to her and hugged her. “Oh Robin, I’m so glad that you’re here. You would not believe the night that I had!” I breathed out, glad that she’s alright.  Her hand brushed my hair back, “I know dear.” a male voice said.

 

 My head shot up. I looked around, only one guy was there. Dante was in the doorway, looking as shocked as I felt. I looked at Robin and she, or he, smiled at me, “What’s wrong sweetie?” her light blue eyes instantly turned colors, a dark blue, closer to black. I back up so fast that I ran into Dante’s lag. Robin sat up and laugh, a sort of milky laugh.

 

The same voice that spoke to me came out of Robin’s mouth, “Awe, Rayne don’t run from me. Come on. I want to tell you a secret.” Dante stepped in front of me, “Valdemar, get your a*s out here. Quit playing this game.” he said into the air.

 

Then out of nowhere Robin’s body started too moving. She stood up from my bed and her body started contorting violently. She screamed in her voice. Her arms were waving around like she was on fire. She started scratching at her skin. Blood started to run down her arms. Her head turned around six times. I got up. “Robin!” I yelled as tried to run to her.

 

But, yet again, Dante grabbed me around the waist, “No. That’s not Robin.” he whispered. “What are you talking about? Of course it is!” I shot back. “He’s right, Rayne. It’s not your precious Robin.” the voice came out again. Chills ran down my spine. Then a man came out of her remains. Like literally. Her body slumped to the ground like he just took off a coat. I looked up at him.

 

 His straight brown hair fell to his neck, a little pasted his shoulder. He had a face that could carry it. He was muscular; his shoulders were big and broad. His dark blue eyes, more of a shadowy color, were staring at me like I was a main course. He was wearing a black suit, which fit him very well. “Rayne, you look great. A lot like your mom at her age.” he had an evil grin on.

 

My face hardened. “Opps, I think I struck a chord.” he said, his voice like velvet. I stepped away from Dante’s arms, “Who the hell are you?” I asked the stranger, Valdemar.

 

 “I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking me questions.” His body seemed to move in a blink of an eye, his body was pressed up against my body onto my book self.

 

 I felt all my books tumble at my feet. His body was like a brick wall next to frame. I was not no super model, but I was He-Man either. His hand wrapped around my neck, “Ah, you look so pretty when the life is being slowly let out of you.” His breath was hot on my neck.

 

            My arms were held tightly against my sides, but my legs were free. I brought my knee up, hard. He cursed, and threw me to the other side of the room. I landed on Robin’s crumbled up body.

 

I looked up, to see Dante and Valdemar fighting each other. Dante punched Valdemar in the face, and Valdemar returned the favor. Valdemar tried to do a cheap shot, and went for the knees, but Dante was too fast. He quickly jumped back and hit Valdemar straight in the stomach. Valdemar was fazed by this; he stumbled back a few inches.

 

Valdemar jumped at him, as his hands lit a golden color. I looked at them; each hand had a golden beam from the palm. He flung them forward. I couldn’t believe my eyes; Dante shot back to my desk, breaking it as his weight fell on it.

 

He did even touch him, I thought, stumped about what had happened. Dante did even have time to recover as Valdemar started towards him, his hands lighting up once more.

 

 I jumped up, and onto Valdemar’s back.  He tried to grab at me, but I just pushed him forward. With me on his back, it was easy. I just pushed my upper body towards the floor, trying to trip him. His head hit the wall in front of us, and that must have made him livid.

 

The next thing he did was killer to my back. He turned around and slammed my back into the same wall. I fell off his back, to the ground hard. I looked back up at him, he was standing over me. His facial expression could have killed a politician. He grabbed my neck and picked me up. I could feel his hand grip my neck tighter.

 

I could barely breathe, my esophagus being crushed by his grasp. His pushed me against the wall, sliding me up until I couldn’t touch the ground with my feet. My hands grabbed at his franticly, “Rayne, Rayne, Rayne. You’re a real pain, you know that. Hmm, maybe I should just get rid of you now so Lilith won’t have to deal with you,” he smiled then continued, “A lot less fuss in the end, don’t you think?” then his smiled was gone, replaced by grimace. He squeezed tighter and tighter. 

 

Then, out of nowhere with hands glowing sliver, Dante grabbed Valdemar’s shoulders and threw him against the wall opposite of us, next to my window and my, now broken, desk.

 

He stood and put on the evil smile; “Well, it looks as if you have been training.” opened my window, then turned to me and smiled, “Good-bye Rayne. We will meet again. I promise you that.” then he jumped out of the window. I ran to the window and looked down.

 

There was nothing down there. He wasn’t running of anything like that, and he certainly wasn’t spatter on the ground. He just disappeared. I turned to Dante.

 

I could feel tears sting my eyes, and anger running through my veins. “Rayne, are you...” I cut him off, “No! You, shut up! I have some question that you are going to answer! Got it?” I said swiftly.

 

He tossed his hands up and stood inches after from me, “Ask away.” His jet black hair was tousled, as his cat-like yellow eyes stared at me. I breathe in, “Who in the hell was that?”

                       

 

His face was difficult to read, “That was Valdemar McLegger. He is just, one of many, assistants for a very powerful person; one of the most powerful ones at that.” His voice was casual as his hand reached up to massage his shoulder. I continued, “Who is the ‘powerful person’?” was my second question.

 

 

“Lilith Van Reeve,” was all he said. I looked at him, puzzled, “Who is she?” His yellow eyes looked up to me, “Rayne, she’s your mother.”

 

 

  

{To be continued}

Author's Note

For those of you who read Blair Mannor.

i have re wrote this so many times, I know it inside out. I'm tired of looking at this Chapter.. You guys better like it. c:

Reviews

[Melody]

viovfjiosfjsrijf!!! SO GOOD!!
Just everytime a new person speaks, start a new paragraph. That's about all I have to say. nmfgrwfigojfgj!!! I want to read more!!
Read requests please?!

[Pikachu]

Thanks you! (: Will do! If I ever finish it! xD

[Melody]

Haha! I'm sure you will. I writer should never give up hope on their writing, unless the writing is really just that bad, BUT THIS IS GOOD, so don't give up hope on it. Lol. All stories are hard to finish, even poems. I wish you luck! Keep me posted, please. :)

[Pikachu]

I shall, I shall. c:

[Patrick B]

Sorry that it took me awhile to actually notice you sent me the read request.
But I thought it was really good, and you left it right at the point were I can still ask questions and wonder what will happen next.

[by S.D.]

The whole thing kept me guessing about what was really going on. Which I like.
You missed a couple of "nots" and "n'ts" in there, just so you know.
:D

[quixotic_rose]

I LOVED this! it has such a great story line. let me know when you add more its amazing :)

[SuicidePact.]

This was really good! keep up the great work! and tell me again when you add more xx

[Gretchen Clarke]

I like it a lot! I especially like the 'Rayne, she's your mother' at the ending. That makes me want to read more, even had you not written 'To be continued'! This is really good! Please write some more for Blair Mannor! Please!