I almost shit my pants by What Dane just said (The shapeshifter that brought her to the Palace. Remember?)
Clay, Tyson, and mainly Vance started throwing a fuss, but I just starred.
"So are you ready?" Dane asked again.
I got up quickly and helped Vesta up, starring at her 14 year old body.
"Not ready. She is not ready," Clay interrupted.
I glared at Clay, and looked back at Dane.
"We are ready, and Vesta's coming with me."
Dane nodded hesitantly and shifted into a bird. I guess since he's a shapeshifter he has to be extra toned. But for some reason Dane seemed nice on the inside, but probably cold hearted in the inside. You know how you meet someone and they seem really nice? A little too nice? Well, I have that feeling about Dane, and I shouldn't underestimate it.
But the thing is, I'm going back home! With my best friend!
"Let's go," I said.
Before getting into Dane's grasp, I looked back at the three boys who've helped me a lot for these past five days. And I've got to say, It felt like I've known them forever.
I smiled at them.
"I'm going to miss all of you so much! Although, I had a great time here I'm probably not coming back. But thank you so much! And if there is every a chance, I'll come back and visit."
"You know what Joy? Bye and please don't come back, no one wants you here."
My heart sank. Did he really hate me? But why? Those words struck me like someone just punched me in the face with brass knuckles. It hurt, and stung. But I won't show my feelings. At least not in front of them.
I said nothing and turned to Vesta.
She glared at Clay so hard, I got scared she was going to burn a hole in his head.
"Come on umm Vesta," my voice said a little shaky.
She hesitantly got in Dane's grasp, but she did. And before we knew it, we were on our way to home.
"YOU STUPID ASS HOLE!" I yelled. Clay glared at me, but I jumped at him. I punched him in the face and he flew back. "I swear I'll kill you, you bloodsucker! If It weren't for you, she wouldn't probably be leaving!" I continued.
He shot his head up and his eyes were red. I was ready.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?!?! SHE WAS LEAVING ANYWAY!" he yelled.
"It's called convincing. If you weren't such a bloodsucking cocky asshole, maybe she would've stayed longer. I don't care if it was five minutes more! She would've stayed a little longer, so we can at least give her a good fare-well goodbye!" I said. I looked over at Tyson and he was starring in the spot she was just in. "I'm going to kill you, you stupid vampire. You're just another one getting in my way to get to her. At least Tyson had a chance, and you just ruined it. So let me kill God's most worst regret, and call it a day," I said. Clay fumed, and I was ready to kick his ass.
"Are you ready?" the Queen asked us and we stepped up the gate. It was a large black wrought iron gate. It was elegant, with designs placed on top. Vesta was ecstatic, I was just ready to leave this rotten place.
"Yes," we said in unison.
The gate opened and a burst of yellow light hit our eyes. We walked forward and I suddenly felt weightless. Like I didn't have insides, and I was floating.
Well, quickly that didn't last long.
"Oof!" I sounded hitting the hard concrete.
Vesta was suddenly next to me, but instead of hurt, she looked excited. Oh, she's never been here.
"Wow!" she exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes, and we both got up.
I looked around and suddenly recognized my surrounding.
We stood in front of the church, Our Lady of Perpetual Help.
"So are we going to your home now?" she asked.
I starred ahead of me taking in all of the houses, buildings, restaurant etc. I didn't have a home a home anymore. I'm not sure how to tell her the story, but I'll tell her anyway.
"Vesta..." I said a little shaky. Before I had time to continue I just told her. "The day before I made it to the otherworld, my house caught into flames and burned down. My parents were inside when it happened. That day Kace, and I survived. And then the next, was the day Kace got kidnapped by the werewolf..." I trailed on. "And even before that, our parents were the best. That's the reason why Kace tried to run away from me. She thought everything was her fault, and she thought she was bad luck. And now...I'm back here again," I finished.
"Oh..." Vesta spoke.
In Vesta's 127years of living, she was never good at comforting people, or even being a little empathetic. But I ignored it and said, "Come on. I think I have somewhere we can stay."