Running from Melinda ~ A Blood Red Fan Fiction

5 Temporary Stay

“Who’s she?” he asked abruptly, getting straight to the point and lifted his eyebrows at me. Needless to say I was speechless; he lived with Michael yet he was about to go off and live with Melinda? He was obviously a spy.

“I don’t know her name either,” Michael replied with a shrug. “I just wanted to know that you were all set. Have you prepared everything for the Manor? You know you’re leaving soon.”

Of course he was, I thought to myself sourly and backed away, keeping a distance from the boy as he jumped down the steps elegantly and stuck a hand into his pocket. He’s supposed to be coming in a couple of days to All Hallows, on the day Eric Blaze would die by Scarlett’s hands, just like Hannah and Trace said.

“Yeah I’m ready.” The boy’s dark black eyes drew over to me curiously rather than with suspicion. “What’s your name?”

“Why does everybody want to know my name?” I snapped irritably and flexed my fingers. He was obviously a threat to All Hallows so he was a threat to me, even if I was no longer a part of Melinda’s plans anymore. Now I really didn’t trust Michael.

“Wow, touchy,” he mused, shooting me a pointed look. “It’s just a harmless word called your name.”

I turned to give Michael a brief stare, wondering if he’d recognise me by my name. Melinda specifically kept details of the west wing from him so he didn’t know I existed but it didn’t stop him from recognising my fighting styles. What should I do?

“Attack her.”

My gaze snapped back to Ty in surprise when he launched at me without question. He was no longer in front of me and disappeared in a blur. Twirling around, I summoned the purple energy and searched for him when one arm wrapped around my neck and another pinned my arms to the sides.

He fell to the floor, writhing in pain from contact with my skin. I staggered back, holding out my hands with palms facing him. That was before he disappeared again and a sharp, brute blow smashed in the middle of my back, forcing me to the ground. This was nothing compared to the mental and physical torture Trace would put me through and nothing compared to Melinda’s training.

Scrambling to my feet, I did not hesitate to charge forward with a series of quick jabs to his head and sides but he dodged them effortlessly, a smirk on his face. “Best you’ve got?”

I aimed for his legs in order to knock them out but he blocked again, not even flinching from the force behind my kick. It was hard not to let the frustration seep through my impassive façade, not with everything I’d been through in the past couple hours. How long had I been out when Lance took me to his house? How long had it been since I’d escaped All Hallows Manor?

Before I could blink, he vanished again and it was slowly sending me on edge. I clenched my fists and did my best to predict his best move; I swung out behind me and felt my forearm connect with another’s. Ty’s ink-black eyes bore into mine, amusement flickering in the fathomless irises.

“She fights like Melinda,” he commented, flicking a leg up and diverted my attention. I moved to block it and managed to duck in time as I caught his fist coming at me at a speed I didn’t know possible. Quickly, I stepped around him and brought up my fist to connect with the weak spot joining his neck to his shoulders when he dived out of the way with impossible speed, my crackling purple hand thrusting through empty air.

Ty straightened himself, smoothed his perfectly unwrinkled flannel and flashed a smile at me. “You know Melinda.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“There’s no need to lie to us,” Michael spoke up, holding a hand up to Ty as a signal to stop. It didn’t look like he would attack me again anyways. “You obviously don’t trust Melinda and we can at least respect that.”