Emma's POV Sitting in the waiting room, felt horrible. I couldn't believe it, I should have made her stay, I should have known. I sighed, hiding my face in Elijah's shoulder. His arm wrapped around me, his lips at the top of my head. "She'll be alright." He muttered. I bit my lip, and gave a nod, leaning closer to try and relax my nerves. Lily and Jareth had been in Taylor's room for I know a good hour. Alida and Salrion would be the next two to go in. Salrion keep his eyes on the ground, Alida's hands moving around on his shoulders, that was the only thing that seemed to be keeping him still. The others had gone home, they hadn't been real close to Taylor. But I couldn't imagine the drama going on back at the apartment.. Nancy's POV I sat up on the kitchen counter, groaning a bit as Farah placed a bag of ice on my eyes. Miranda punched me pretty hard, I knew for sure it would be black and blue, it was already swollen. "I'm so sorry Nancy.." Farah whispered, shaking her head. "It's ok.." I sighed, holding back more tears. "What Chris did to you.. Was cruel.. What are you going to do?" She asked, looking down at my stomach. For a second I was self conscious of the little bump in my stomach. "Be a mother, regardless if there is a dad here to help me or not." I said, holding the ice to my eye. She gave me a slight smile. "I never really liked you to much, but You gained my respect. If you ever need someone to talk with, let me know." She said with a nod. I bit my lip. "Only one thing frightens me.. This baby is going to need a father, I'm afraid I'll never find that right guy.." I admitted, looking down. Now she was smiling completely. "That I can help you with.. You will find that guy, you may not need to look.. He might be right under your nose." She said, and at that I watched as Emmanuel came in. The look they shared as soon as they looked into each others eyes, were hard to describe with just words. A love so strong linked them together, I got the feeling of warmth just seeing it from afar. "Thanks Farah." I muttered, smiling as I watched her go to Emmanuel's side. "Any time kid." She said before embracing Emmanuel. He chuckled, kissing her with sweetness, carrying her out of the kitchen. I looked down, thinking about what Farah said. Maybe I could wiggle back into Chris's feelings, if I really tried.. But as I heard sounds of gasping and moaning along with a Thump thump thump[/] I doubled over in heart break. Chris and Miranda would be just fine, they were working it out as I sat here. Making love right above me. I never felt so alone.. Who could I turn to? Who was always there for me, no matter what? A name popped into my head, and I almost smiled. Well maybe... Bump NOOOO EMOJI!!!! just words! Or I'll take more time to update
Mystery person's POV I ran through the woods, a light rain sprinkling over me. Were was he? I took in a big breath, finding his scent again. Turning quickly, I ran in the direction of the scent, a growl erupting from my chest. I pushed my legs faster, finally making it into the center of the town. Emmanuel.. I heard a silent whisper enter my mind. Ari.. You don't have a chance.. . I knew that, but I couldn't help myself from trying. First, I would reunite with my long lost sister, then I would go for Emmanuel. My lord had told me were to find my dear sister.. What lucky witch. She would be getting everything, and she didn't even know who she was yet. I found my sister's scent again, and with a huff I ran in the direction, finding myself in front of a hospital. Hmm..let's get this over with. Farah's POV Emmanuel sat so perfectly calm, his head tilted back, his eyes closed. He was a picture of beauty, even asleep. I rested my head on his shoulder, my legs resting over his legs, and my fingers playing with his thin cotton shirt. I didn't know what I'd do if I ever lost Emmanuel, I didn't even realize how perfect life felt with him by my side. His enchanting voice spoke my name, lacing it with warmth, and tenderness. My dead hurt went in a stir, and I snuggled closer to him sighing. It was ironic, how close I felt to heaven being right here. Bump your words
Taylor's POV As Emma and Elijah finally came into my hospital room I sat up anxious to finally talk with Elijah. Justin's words still buzzed in my head. I had to help.. "Hey Taylor, how are you doing." Emma started, walking over to take my hand that didn't have all kinds of tubes in. Elijah lurked behind her, looking around the room, with no concern. "Oh, I've been worse." I shrugged it off, glancing between her and Elijah. "How does it feel being forced in all this white clothes." Emma teased half-heartedly. I cracked a smile at that, looking down at my pure white robes. "It's hell, how do you all stand it.. Hurts my eyes." I muttered with a look of disgust. Emma chuckled quietly, patting my hand. "Well I'm glad to see you haven't lost your humor." She said with a smile. I struggled to hold my smile, and nodded to Emma before turning my gaze to Elijah, who was staring at me rather coldly. I welcomed the look, it reminded me of my inner goth. "Hey Elijah," I said waving him closer. He reluctantly came closer, watching me with almost no emotion. Emma looked curiously between us, raising a brow. "While I was knocked out.. I had this dream.. No it was more of a vision..." I said quietly. His brow raised slightly, his lips curling downwards, his eyes dark with coldness. But this wasn't new, this is the only expression he gave everyone, except Emma of course. "So, I should care why?" He said, his voice tainted with darkness. What ever he was, it had to be something dark, that was obvious. "You should care, because it was about you." I said raising my chin a fraction higher. Emma was now tense, and nervous at his side, while he stayed unfazed. "And.." He said impatiently. "What was it about." Emma said, taking Elijah's hand in her's. As soon as she did that, Elijah's expression calmed, and his eyes warmed a little into a lighter shade of blue. "What are you.." I said closing my mouth with a tight look. They both seemed to freeze now as they stared at me. "What do you mean?" Emma said slightly breathless. She knew.. "What did you see?" Elijah demanded, looking at me seriously, with an edge of warning entering his eyes. "Nothing.. I saw nothing but Justin, he was warning me.." Is all I said. They didn't need to know the whole story, not until I heard their's. "I'm Elijah Xavier Fang, seventeen years old, 135 pounds of evil, and nothing more." Elijah said with a tone that sounded so genuine that a girl like my sister would believe it, but not me. I knew he was hiding something, I saw it in his eyes. "I know your hiding something." I warned with a scowl. "You don't know anything." Elijah growled sharply, and turned swiftly walking out of the room. Emma gave me a "sorry about that" look, and patted my hand one more time before running out to catch up with Elijah. I sighed leaning my head back in the pillow. This might be harder then I thought.. Bump? What do you think so far here is a little test, who ever gets this right first gets a gift. Who is the oldest couple so far in this story?