Just One Kiss

Chapter 25: The Council

I looked around and saw Sierra and Chris, who were fast asleep. Blond bangs fell in front of my eyes. I flicked them out, seeing a tall, dark haired girl standing behind a few guys.

"Hey." I whispered. A few people looked at me, including the girl. "Come here." It shocked me to hear Alek's voice, but then I remembered I was in him. The girl looked at me, and I jerked me head a few times to tell her to come here.

She looked ahead of her to the guys. They seemed completely unfazed. She slipped beside them and walked towards me silently.

"Yes?" She said sweetly.

"You don't seem as dark as these other guys do. What gives?" I asked her. Chloe? Is that you? I heard Alek's voice in my head.

"My dad was in some trouble with uh, what's his name, Dylan. He traded me for his life." She said. Yes it's me. I nodded and the girl sat down next to me and rested her head onto my shoulder. "How'd you get in here?"

"Drove in down the wrong road I guess." I shrugged. My eyelids slowly started fluttering shut. My head dipped down so my chin touched my chest. I felt my self lift out of Alek.

I opened my eyes and found the guards carrying me. I jerked around, only to be held tighter.

Did it work? Dylan asked.

It worked. I told him. After that, I was exhausted. My eyes closed and I fell asleep.

* * * * * * *

　

My foot itched. Really bad. I reached out to itch it, but my hands were tied. I forced my eyelids open and let them adjust to the light. Dylan was asleep sitting against a wall across from me. His arm was stained with dry blood from a deep gash in the middle of his upper arm.

The room we were in was huge. The beds were placed along the back wall, facing us. All 8 of them. If there were 8 why weren't we placed in them? They seriously put us on the floor? The pale, sky blue paint on the walls was chipped. In the middle of the room was a large, round table with 12 chairs surrounding it.

"Hello?" I called. I looked towards the door. "Anyone there!" Dylan shifted slightly but he stayed asleep. "My foot itches and I can't scratch it!"

"Shut up." Dylan groaned.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. "Your arm..."

He shrugged. "How long have we been out?"

"Not sure." I leaned my head against the wall. "2? 3 hours?" He let out a sigh. "How did you get that on your arm?"

"I, uh, got my legs lose, ran for a while. The guards dropped you in one of the vans after you fainted. I got down a few blocks before one of the guards caught me. We fought for a while and he cut me. A couple times." He examined it before adding, "Wow that looks really bad."

I chuckled. "And you didn't stop the knife coming towards your arm?"

"I didn't see it! I was too focused on hitting the guy!" He defended. "Besides, what was it like?"

"What was what like?"

"Going into someone else's mind."

"It was....weird. But in a good way, I guess." I smiled. "I floated out of my body and found his. I attached myself to him, and his mind. It was awesome, Dylan! I could control him movements, his thoughts, his voice." My smile grew. "It was pretty sick."

"Do you think you could do it again?"

"Uh, no. It took so much out of me. Why do you think I passed out?"

Someone pounded on the door making both of us jump. The door swung open and Dimitri stood there, looking scary as hell. His black suit remained wrinkle-less and his face portrayed no emotion. His head slowly made his way to me. He smiled a cold, dead smile. "And how have you been my dear?" He turned to Dylan. "What about you?"

He walked in and sat at the head of the large table, facing us. "Please, won't you sit." He gestured to the chairs around him. The guards pulled Dylan and I up and pulled us to the table.

"Why were we on the floor and not on the beds?" I blurted out. "Just wondering..."

"If we put you on the beds, you would be comfortable. Wouldn't you?" I nodded. "Now who wants that?" He smiled.

I glared at him while sitting down. Dylan remained standing, glaring at Dimitri. Calm down.

"Calm down?" Dylan's voice boomed through the room. "This man, sitting a few FEET from us, killed my aunt not a day ago. My aunt. My mom. The woman who raised me. And you're telling me to calm down?!" His voice got louder and louder with each word he shouted. Dylan was shaking from rage.

"Well, isn't this delightful." Dimitri said, clearly amused. "The male obviously has the rage and the attitude of the werewolf."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't say you're sorry." He interrupted me. "I don't want your pity; I don't need your pity." He spat back at me. "You have no idea how I felt, seeing him kill her right before me. You don't know what it's like seeing someone you love, someone who raised you, someone who knew you better than anyone else ever did, die. Right in front of you." His eyes shined from the tears inside them.

"Did you miss the part where my parents died too?" I couldn't bring my voice to be as loud as his was. A huge lump in my throat was stopping me. "I never knew my dad. My mom died, right in front of me too. We were in the car, and she almost hit a dog. We flip on a side. Her side. So, don't think you're the only one that's suffered a loss here buddy. If you do you are clearly mistaken."

"The female has bite, also." Dimitri smirked.

"And your side comments are really starting to piss me off." I said through my teeth at him. I looked back at Dylan who was still staring at me. None of this argument was being taken to heart. I knew his shock had kicked in and he was just looking for someone to take it out on. I would have done the same thing, but I chose to be depressed.

A guard came in and brought us all a glass of water. I took mine as soon as it was put in front of me. The cold water soothed the lump in my throat. Each sip calmed me.

"Now, I hate for this family argument to end, but we need to discuss your tests." Dimitri crossed him arms and placed them on the table. "For Dylan, it will mostly be agility. If endurance can beat knowledge in a war. Words vs Weapons. But for Chloe, it's the opposite. There will be more knowledge tests then agility. But do not be fooled; there will be tests of both for each of you." I looked over at Dylan who was staring at Dimitri.

I'm sorry, okay? I don't like fighting with you.

I'm over it. He replied.

"That's another thing." Dimitri said, sensing our 'mind-messaging'. "We will also be testing your telepathy. How strong it is, how far it can go, things like that."

"Sir, I hate to interrupt, but the Wired Room is ready." A man appeared in the door.

"Excellent." He smiled.

"What if we simply don't do the tests?" Dylan asked him.

"Do the lessons, and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so, and the consequences will be severe." Was his only reply.

With a smile he said, "Now. Who goes first?"