Trevor’s P. O. V

I watched Ari’s retreating figure as she stormed out of the room. Looking back at the others, I caught a smirk on Keily’s face.

“That was rude. You’ve been nothing but terrible to her since you two met and yet, she still came to help you. You couldn’t even thank her.” I chastised and got off the bed.

She flipped her hair and stared haughtily at me. “Like it matters. She probably didn’t know it was me that needed help and only did anything to save face with you guys.”

“That’s not true. Hail told her that the one who needed help was you.”

Greg folded his arms and glared at me, “You’re one to talk. You came back afterwards only to interrogate her.”

“I was just trying to understand the situation better.” I defended. Something’s not right with her – no matter how I feel.

Hail shook her head, “Yeah, right. There’s trying to understand then there’s fishing for information. You weren’t nice either.”

Keily rolled her eyes, “Why are you taking this so seriously?”

Greg turned to her in exasperation, “Oh, I don’t know, Keily. Maybe, it’s cause she saved your life and neither of you showed any appreciation.”

Keily rolled her eyes again, “Whatever.”

Hailey glared at her twin, “No. No ‘whatever’. We’re going over to her place to apologise for how mean you two were.”

Keily sneered, “Or what? What are you? Our mom? Will you send us to our rooms?”

Hailey’s glare hardened and she stood up to her sister for the first time since I’d met them, “We are going even if I have to drag you by your hair. Gregory, Trevor, meet us downstairs when you’re ready. Let’s go, Keily.” She stated with finality and left the room.

We glanced at each other with shock. Keily blinked multiple times before huffing and getting out of bed to follow her sister, slamming the door behind her.

“Well, you don’t see that every day.” Greg mumbled and got to tidying his bed.

I fidgeted as he worked, not knowing how to voice my concerns but not wanting to remain silent. Several times, I opened my mouth then closed it upon not finding my voice. I must’ve looked like a blubbering fish out of water.

“I think there’s something off about Ari” I finally blurted.

He looked up from his task, “What do you mean?”

“She told me that her mom died a few days before she moved here but I’ve never seen her look sad. She doesn’t seem to be mourning. Plus, if she lived in a cabin and never had a phone, how can she afford the new house she just got? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Greg shook his head as he continued straightening the place up. “I don’t know about you, but to me, she doesn’t seem like the kind of person that likes to look vulnerable in front of others, especially with Keily around. You don’t know what she does when she’s not with us. For all we know, she could be bawling her eyes out every time she’s alone. Besides, she said that she was in town settling something of her mom’s. Maybe she inherited her mom’s secret wealth. We don’t know much about her but she’s still our friend. At least give her the benefit of the doubt.”

“Exactly! We don’t know anything about her. Remember when we took her to Killdrain?”

“Yeah.”

“She said she was scared of bats but it didn’t look like just fear, it looked like she was in pain just being outside the building. She ran so fast that she was almost a blur. Nobody is that fast.”

His shoulders moved in a shrug, “Maybe she has a phobia of bats instead of just fear and maybe she’s destined to be the new fastest human alive.”

“Yeah, but what about her eyes?”

He straightened up, done with his job, and turned to me. “What about them?”

Now, he looked uncertain, “When she was cowering next to the car, I tapped her shoulder and she looked at me. Her eyes were glowing, only for a few seconds. It happened again today. When she was angry at Keily, her eyes glowed a few times, only briefly.” Her beautiful emerald eyes.

He remained silent with a look of contemplation planted on his face.

“You saw it too, didn’t you?”

“I thought it was just the light.” He rubbed his face.

“That’s what she told me when I asked her about it, that it was probably the light, but…” I trailed off.

“But what?” He grabbed our phones off the table and handed me mine.

“I’m not so sure I believe that.”

“What are you saying, Trevor?”

I glanced at the door and leaned close to him, lowering my voice.

I couldn’t believe I was going to say this about her – the girl that had captured my heart in such short time. I didn’t want to believe what I was going to say but everything pointed towards it.

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“I think Ari is a vampire.”

Keily’s P. O. V

Frowning, I folded my arms as I waited for the guys to come downstairs.

“You’d better at least act like you mean it when you apologise.” Hailey warned.

I scoffed, “And what if I don’t? What’re you gonna do about, huh?”

She stepped closer, surprising me with her expression. It was the look you see on someone who’s fed up with a constant annoyance and is going to take action.

“You will apologise like you mean it.” She stated in a commanding tone.

She’s never defied me like this! Never!

I stood there with my jaw unhinged and nodded slowly, glaring at her as I did.

“Good.”

After a few seconds of silence, my mind wandered back to the vision I’d had before I’d passed out.

Ari, walking into an elegant building. After talking to the receptionist that bowed to her, she marched into an office, via a hidden elevator. They seemed to argue at first before the beautiful older lady recounted something. I didn’t know. I couldn’t hear.

They went to a huge basement room, using the hidden elevator and flights of spiralling stairs. The room had pictures.

Lots of them.

All of women who looked strikingly similar to Ari. They all had hair with two colours – black and another colour. Ari and the woman spoke about something before the woman took a knife out of the beautifully decorated silver pedestal at the far end of the room and handed it to Ari.

Ari sliced her wrist and held it over the golden bowl of what I realised was blood. Her blood swirled with the others. The design on the bowl glowed and the light spread down the pedestal’s design, leaving the black and clear diamonds shining. It lasted for about thirty seconds before the light faded.

The older woman bowed and said something before everything went black.

It had been especially vivid, containing every little detail. This wasn’t the first time I’d had a vision. I came from a long line of Seers – people, mostly women, plagued with visions of events they weren’t present for. My family consisted of mainly Supernatural seers, seeing only important events of specific Supernatural races. My family was connected to Seers, Werewolves, Fae, Vampires and Syrens. Sometimes, the power was shared between siblings, other times, it was cursed to only one child. The latter was the case for me.

When I was seven, I’d had my first vision. I’d told my mom and she’d told me that our family was special. That remained the explanation to the reason for every vision I’d had since then. It wasn’t till I was twelve, when I’d had my first vision of death that my mum had finally decided to explain what was wrong with me.

“Mom! Mom!!!” I’d shrieked, running to her leaving teardrops in my wake.

She rushed to me at the sound of my cries, “What’s wrong, pumpkin?”

I’d sniffed, terrified of what I’d seen, and buried myself in her embrace, “A-a lady. She-she d-died!”

She’d sighed, stroking my hair, “I’m so sorry, pumpkin. I wish you didn’t have to see that.”

“What’s w-wrong with m-m-me?!” I sobbed.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, pumpkin. You’re perfectly normal in this family.”

I raised my head to look at her, “What do you mean?”

“You’re a seer, my child. Just like me and Aunty Grelda and Grandma Patty.”

“What’s a seer?”

“Seers are special people who can see special events even though they’re not there. It’s an important gift that helps many people.”

She then proceeded to explain the difference between Supernatural and Natural seers and how Supernatural seers are always connected to specific supernatural races so, most of the time, we got fewer visions than Natural seers.

She’d also told me about the Seer Cycle. There weren’t as many Supernatural seer families as there were Supernatural races so in order to aid the other races, the seer families agreed to rotate their contribution between the races they were connected to for each generation. This was extremely useful during wars for the race that got the aid of a generation of a Supernatural seer family. If there was more than one seer in a generation, one would help the current race that was in turn while the other would help the next in line.

Because of this, supernatural seers were held in high esteem and generally went without attacks on them, lest a line of Supernatural seers end before a race can get their turn of their aid. We were one of the few neutral races. Vampires didn’t feed on us, sucuubi and incubi didn’t drain us and no races waged war against us. It was an unspoken rule that we were quite literally untouchable.

Apparently, I was the only seer in my family for my generation. The curse had skipped Hailey for some reason. Because of this, I resented her. I knew it wasn’t her fault that I had to bear this burden and she didn’t but I hated her anyway. She’d get to live freely while I’d have to live with the possibly dead royals of some bottom-of-the-food-chain race. Now, she was here, ordering me to some bitch’s house to apologise without knowing what I was going through.

Speaking of that bitch, I wondered what Ari had to do with any of the races my family was connected to. As far as I could tell, she was just some over pampered human bitch. Maybe the vampires compelled her into a blood ritual – they were doing a lot of that these days in my visions. If so, that would teach her a good lesson.

“Finally! What took you guys so long? Let’s get going.” Hailey’s voice snapped me out of my fantasies of vampires draining Ari of her blood.

She ushered us out of the house and into Greg’s car while Trevor placed a paper on the kitchen table and locked the house up, leaving the key somewhere for when his Grams came back.

Before he could assume his usual seat in the car whenever Greg drove – shotgun – I took his place, taking the opportunity to glance at him, albeit with a large dose of coyness. I’d always found him attractive. Not just his looks – although simply looking at him makes my heart flutter – the very way he moves, with fluidity and strength, the way he speaks, his expressions. I couldn’t help but notice everything about him. I had always had a crush on him, from the very moment I met him. I’d even told him how I felt.

Not my best moment.

He didn’t exactly feel the same way. Around that time, I had multiple admirers, one of which was Dan. He’d been the only guy that wasn’t Greg to actually hold my attention for longer than a day.

With a wary glance at me, Trevor got into the back seat with Hailey. The ride was spent in silence. I mostly just stared out the window, stealing glances at Greg when I was sure he wasn’t going to catch me.

The atmosphere was tense and stayed so till a breath taking mansion came into view.

‘Don’t tell me that bitch lives here.’

“Wow. This is Ari’s place?” Hailey breathed.

“Yeah. She’s already given us a tour and I’ve decided I’m gonna spend a lot more time here.” Greg replied, making me silently seethe. How was it that that overly pampered human bitch could impress him so easily?

‘Well, at least having to live with some Syren royals can’t be worse than tolerating Ari.’

How wrong I was.