Charlie looked up from the ground, " HECATE!" She shouted, a little less louder then she normally would, and running over hugged her friend. "Why are you here darling? Was there something you wanted to talk about?" Charlie said, puffing Hecate's hair.
Jamie glared at Charlie and shuffled out of the way to avoid being stepped on as she ran towards her friend.
“Well I was curious.” Hecate pouted. She turned to Jamie, “Does it hurt?”
Jamie looked away. "Of course it does, why wouldn't it?"
“Right, silver. Wait I should have something…” Hecate said, digging through her bag. (I’m going to be gone for 2 hours, ttyl! :<)
Part of him hoped that she would laugh and say he deserved it, so that way he wouldn't have to deal with her trying to help him. But another part wanted to see if she had a way to make the burning stop.
(Wait what? Okay I guess)
Charlie looked back at Jamie and blushed, " He's cute Hecate, why is a werewold cute" she whispered quickly.
Jamie decided to pretend he didn't hear that. Why would she think he was cute? He was a werewolf. And besides, he was gay- though, she didn't know that.
Charlie looked at him, blushing harder, " So he's gay…" Charlie whispered again.
Jamie looked up at that. It was as if she didn't know werewolves had amazing hearing. And besides, he had thought said he was gay. How did she know?
"What did you say?" He asked, starting to get alarmed.
Charlie stopped blushing, thinking Jamie was questioning her tendancies, " You thought it, I can read your mind. I'm gifted." Charlie replied, her eyes shining a deep blood red where the slightest bit of anger caressed her pupils.
Jamie took a step back, ignoring the pain in his foot. "You could read my thoughts this entire time?"
"Yes dummy, that's how I found you." Charlie replied, her eyes returning to the cool purple colour they were before
Jamie took another step back, away from Charlie. He wasn't even trying to hide the terrified expression on his face.
Jamie didn't trust vampires. He never did. And finding out that this one could read minds definitely did not make him feel better about being around three.
“Here.” Hecate said, pulling out what looked like normal bandaging, “This will soothe the pain.” (Can we pretend it does? Because I have run out of ideas of what can help the pain.)
Jamie looked away from Charlie and towards Hecate. He took the bandages from her, and wrapped them around his foot. It… felt fine. Amazing really. "Well, um, thanks I guess." He said a little awkwardly. He pulled the over sized jacket tighter around himself. He turned back to the rest of the group. "We need to keep moving if we're going to reach werewolf territory before tomorrow,"
“Your welcome.” Hecate said cheerfully, “… wait you guys are heading to the werewolf territory?”
"Well, I'm not planning on staying here," Jamie said, ignoring how rude he sounded. At this point, he just wanted to back home-even if that wasn't much of a home. "Werewolves don't do well in vampire land. Just ask the countless who've been killed here,"
Clif chuckled, looking back at these vampires, and the little wolf.
Interesting…
“I know that… I just… never mind.” Hecate said.
"Me and my sister must get back, can you help us?" Victoria asked kindly to Hecate.
"If my father knows that I have met a werewolf I will be grounded for life, and that is very long for vampires"
Hecate chuckled, “Of course. Plus if I don’t do your orders, won’t I get executed?”
Victoria nodded slowly, the girl was right she did have the power to execute her, but she never would. "Thank you so much I will not forget this kindness" Victoria went to Jamie "Your hand…" Victoria hated that her father had weapons against werewolves. "You should never come back here, if you do I can not promise I can protect you like I have today"
(It was Jamie's foot)