Author's Note: Here's the sequel I promised. This story is dedicated to my friend LuMezenga who helped me with some details of the story. Again, I do not own anything, all those rights go straight to Joseph Delaney. Hope you like it. R&R :)
Prologue – Powerless
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was getting pale even faster. Without my power, my body started to get weak, ugly, and useless and as days passed I got worse. Tom was worried about me, but how could he not be? I looked like someone that was about to die. He tried to hide that he was watching me, but I had already caught him doing it, staring at me and at what I was doing, like he was waiting for me to drop dead. I was trying to avoid his questions, he could feel that something was wrong, but he didn't know I was powerless. I was ill and I knew it. That was the way that Fiend found to torture me after he was destroyed. When I found out about my situation, I spent a lot of time thinking about it. Then, I finally got to the conclusion that Fiend wouldn't like it if I just died, he wanted me to suffer.
It had been 2 weeks since we went back to Chipenden. We stayed a few more days at Anglezarke and I asked Meg not to tell anyone about my condition. Until that moment, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but dark creatures around the County wouldn't let things to stay calm and peaceful. Soon enough there would be something big for us to face. Stefan was too quiet or he was just adapting to his new life.
Tom was out, working, as usual and he was only getting back a little before the sunset. I just had lunch and I was supposed to get the week's provisions. I looked at the mirror once again and my reflection was the same. I tried to gather all my confidence and left the house.
At the village, people would just stare at me in an ordinary day, but now that I looked horrible, they just avoided me and my path. I wasn't saying they were wrong, but the way they acted towards me just made me feel even worse. I went to the butcher's, to the greengrocer's and finally to the baker's. On my way back, I heard someone calling me, but I assumed it was just an illusion. No one in Chipenden would call me in the middle of the street. I continued to walk, but I was stopped by someone's hand on my shoulder.
"Alice!" the voice called again and I turned around.
"Mary," I said faking a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"You look terrible. What happened to you?" she replied.
"Nothing. I'm just not feeling okay. It's probably the flu, but nothing to worry about," I said trying to get away from her as fast as possible. "Well, it was nice to see you again, but I have to get going. Bye."
"Wait," she stopped me again from leaving. "Come with me. I'm living with my aunt. She's a witch. Maybe she can make you a potion."
"Thank you. I really appreciate it, but Tom is about to get home. I have to make us dinner," I tried to get away from her again.
"Don't worry about that. It's not even five o'clock, so I guess Tom won't mind waiting for a few minutes to eat," Mary said grabbing my arm and leading me to the opposite way I should go.
I was tired and too weak to oppose to anything, so I just let her drag me with her. We passed the village and walked almost a mile to get to her aunt's house. It was a modest house, only two floors high and pretty simple from the outside. We were about to enter, when a boy stormed out of the house. He was a bit younger than me and he looked a little like Mary. He looked at us for a second, just about to say something, but he just shook his head and walked away.
"That's my cousin, Jordan. He's kind of a rebel, but it's just a mask. He is pretty cool," Mary said walking into the house and I followed her.
Inside, the house was very cozy and seemed comfortable.
"Jordan?" a feminine voice called from one of the opened doors. "Is that you?"
"It's me, Aunt Lorena. I brought a friend," Mary answered. "Sit, Alice. Make yourself at home."
I sat down and put the provision's sack by my side. Mary sat next to me and her aunt finally showed up.
"Hello! I'm sorry for my clothes, but I wasn't expecting guests," Mary's aunt, Lorena, said. She was a tall and skinny woman. Her hair was black and she had sparkling blue eyes. She was about forty or a little more and her smile was warm. She seemed a nice woman. "However, someone has to clean the house, right?"
"Hi, I'm Alice and don't worry about your clothes. I wasn't expecting to come here either, Mrs." I said smiling.
"Call me Lorena, please. I don't like formalities," she answered and turned to her niece. "Have you seen Jordan, Mary?"
"He just left."
"That boy can't get away from trouble. I hope he hasn't gone see that girl from the village," she rolled her eyes with a serious expression, but then she smiled and turned to me again. "So, do you want some tea? You look a little pale. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine and thank you for the tea, but I really have to go," I said getting up. "It was nice to meet you, Lorena."
"It was nice to meet you too. You're welcomed at any time here. Mary's friends are my friends," she said and left the room.
I got the provision's sack and Mary went with me to the door.
"I know you are busy, but there is something I need to talk to you. Can you come by tomorrow?" Mary asked.
"I don't know. What is it about?" I asked curiously.
"I would talk to Tom first, but I don't think he is in condition to handle it. It's about his brother. If you come tomorrow, I can tell you more details."
"I'll try to come, okay?" I said suspiciously.
Mary nodded and I headed back home. I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about what Mary had to say about Jason. I tried to clear my head by doing other things, but I just couldn't concentrate in anything. Finally, dinner time came and as it was Sunday, it was up to me make dinner, so I waited two hours for Tom to come home. He knew how much I hated to eat alone, especially if he had promised me he would be home early. I ate alone and decided to wait for him in the living room. I furious at him, he should be home at that time, but I didn't know why I was so mad at him. It didn't even make sense because I knew his job was like that. Maybe it was hormones, or just my powerless body giving me trouble as usual. When he finally got home, I stood in front of him and crossed my arms
"Where were you?" I asked angrily.
"Good evening for you too," he tried to come closer to me and I stepped back. "Come on, Alice, I was working and you knew that. Why are you acting like that? Are you feeling okay?"
"You really want to why?" I shouted at him with no reason. "I hate waiting for you to eat! You know that. You promised to be home before the sunset. I hope you like cold food because that's how everything I cooked is right now!" I went to my room furiously and left Tom very confused in the living room.
I didn't know why I had acted like that. All I knew was that I was mad at him with no reason and I was going to apologize the next morning. I wasn't in mood for that, but I was feeling bad as well, so I went to bed and cried as hard as possible until I was asleep.