AEGIS ↠ EMBRY CALL [R.U]

40| DEADLY ENCOUNTER

     "I don't know who you are!"

     "Bullshit," he hissed. "You know damn well who I am. It shouldn't be this difficult for you to remember."

     "I said get out."

     "Even your mother wasn't this fucking clueless."

     Callas froze. "My—"

     The Wight seemed to become frustrated, he sighed and changed the subject, hoping to spark something else, "Haven't you noticed something missing from this picture?" He looked towards her seat at the table. "I'll give you a clue; he's named after a god."

     "Zeus?"

     "Well done, princess." He clapped his hands together with an eye roll.

     "He's in Silas's room—"

     He shook his head, a small laugh left the back of his throat, something eerily similar to the one Rumpelstiltskin from 'Once Upon A Time' had. "You sure?"

     "Where is he?"

     The Wight shrugged. "Taken care of."

     "You killed my dog?" Her voice rose.

     "No." He scoffed. "He's locked up in the shed."

     The Wight stepped closer to the island counter, Callas moved away. "Who are you?" She asked again.

     "Come on, Callas, you know who I am." He tilted his head, looking at her with a wide smile. "Christ, you had your own brother look into me,"—he gave her a pointed look before chuckling to himself—"which I find quite rude, considering our history we share together." He pointed to her.

     Callas looked to the ground with her eyebrows furrowed. "Will," she whispered to herself, looking back up to him with wide eyes.

     "Ding, ding, ding. There we go, princess, you hit the jackpot. Well, now we are getting the ball rolling." He waved his hands together, almost like he was rolling a ball up in his hands just before he pointed finger guns at her. "See? Isn't this so much more fun?" His arms drew up before falling to his sides. "Being on a first name basis? No more 'Wight' for me."

     "Stay the hell away from me," she threatened, although they both knew it was empty.

     "Callas." Will tutted, shaking his head again. "C'mon now, don't be like that." Will stepped closer to the counter, watching as Callas took out one of the knives from the holder, pointing it out at Will. "Callas," he warned. "Callas, put that down. We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself now, would we?"

    How did he know her mother? She barely even knew her own mother. She died fourteen years ago. Henry even said that his family hadn't been in La Push for that long. So, that begged the question: Who the hell was Will? Or better yet: What the hell was Will? It seemed highly unlikely that Will had known her mother, he barely looked older than Reed, maybe a few years or so, but that wouldn't answer the first question. Callas had never seen him before her father's death. All she wanted was answers, but every corner she turned down she came face-to-face with a dead end. One open door led to twenty more locked doors, each with their own one hundred locks. It seemed nearly impossible for Callas to get a straight answer. A lump formed in her throat when Will stepped closer again, almost taunting her, knowing that she was terrified of who he was.

     "Don't come any closer, or I swear to—"

     "Swear to what? Hmm? C'mon, Icarus, let's not fly too close to the sun. You'll only get burned." Will kept inching closer to Callas, her instincts took over and she swung the knife at him. Will raised his left arm, dodging the knife from stabbing his face, and the knife went through his arm to the other side, almost into his eye. She watched in horror as his eyes glowed a deep red with anger. "Oh, sweet little Callas, how I wish you hadn't done that."