Is there something else?

A treehouse, really?

"You never used it I guess." She answered my question that was going through my mind.

"So that's why I can see the treehouse?" I asked, this was making no sense.

"Kind of but that's not all." She said with a smirk "This treehouse is not just made out of wood, it has another secret ingredient that-"

"And what may that secret ingredient be?" I interrupted. She looked annoyed because she couldn't finish her sentence. Sorryy.

"Yeah you bet your ass you're sorry." She smirked. "It's not called a secret ingredient for nothing, no one can know about it."

"But what does that have to do with me seeing the treehouse."

"Because of that specific ingredient, I can compell your vision." She said.

"So you're saying were sitting on a branch of the tree instead of the couch?" I asked in disbelieve. How is this even possible?

"You're a creature that can change in a wolf, read other people's minds, play with the elements and can change stuff from color and shape. I think anything is possible." Starlett said in my mind. Smartass...

"But how can I see it." I said unsure.

"With the smell of the ingredient I can decide what you see, it even works on humans." She snorted on the word humans, clearly not a big fan of them. "And I decided that no one can see it."

"But how can I see it then?"

"Ahh you're finally asking smart questions." She said with a chuckle. "That's why you're special and powerfull, because you have all those special powers you are very strong, only you and Blake can see it without me giving you permission to see it."

"How do you know about my powers?" I asked suspiciously.

"Girl are you for real right now? I'm sort of a mind reader, remember ?"

"And you were saying I can do that too?" I asked curiously. "How?"

"You know how a brain looks like right?" She asked. I nodded yes for her to continue. "So basically it's like all these tangled paths right?"

"Yeah, what does that have to do with how you can get in someone's mind."

"You have to concentrate really well, when you're concentrated you have to vision yourself in the person's brain. You should vision you're in there, it'll be like a huge maze with all these doors, when you're just in a hall of the maze you can hear the person's current thoughts. Behind the doors are old memories or thoughts, you have to concentrate even more to open those doors, especially old ones."

"I can do that?!" I asked in disbelieve. She smirked and nodded.

"Yes and you can also hide some old memories or thoughts, it's kind of like locking the doors but you need a lot of practice." Chantal said standing up. She walked to the small kitchen she had. "Do you want something to drink?"

"What do you have?"

"Tea, coffee, water not much really." She said. "And I may have some booze." She added with a smirk.

"Okay I'm going to need alcohol to process all of this." I laughed.

"Thank god, I was already hoping I was not drinking alone." She said with a smirk. Saying alone like that would be the worst thing to ever happen.

~

We we're sitting on the floor next to her coffee table - or well now more like alcohol table - drunk. I have absolutely no idea how I'm still thinking quite clearly.