Chapter 29 Celeste comes home


Celeste walked home as thoughts races through her mind. “How would Alex feel about all of this? Will he be angry and more important she saw her son? She had some of Maeve’s memories so she didn’t see him but she knew. Celeste knew he was coming back. He was coming home.

She opened the door and called out to Alex. Justin had been following Celeste. He was afraid to leave her alone. If she was weak or hurt from it all he wanted to be there to help. He stood behind her as she entered the house.

No one was home. “I can stay.” He didn’t want to leave his grandmother.

Celeste would have protested this, but she didn’t want to be left alone. “Thank you.”

Alexander came in right behind them. He had so much on his mind. How to save his mom and how to keep Celeste safe. He assume it was another illusion.

He sighed. “I promise, I will figure this out and save you.”

Celeste looks confused as she came into the house, “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

He reached for her face. “If only you were here.”

“But I am.” She took his hand as he reached for her cheek and places it on her face.

As he touched her face he gasped. “Cel!”

She smiles”Yes, I’m real.”

Alexander never cried. However if someone was standing in front of him as Celeste was they could see tears coming to his eyes. He didn’t notice Justin was standing there. He pulled Celeste close and kissed her. As he kissed her he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

She put her hands on either side of his face, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Oh but I do. After Matthew, I shut down. I shut down on everyone and I know I hurt you most of all.”

“We were both hurting. There is enough blame to go around. He’s coming back!” She said with excitement. “And now we have more things to take care of.” She hugged him. “I love you. Don’t worry or fret.”21462796_10155380692452489_8757555753448346683_n


Chapter 26 Alexander goes to Hunter to talk about Maeve.


The bedroom seemed dark as Alexander slept. He had not slept well since Celeste had gone. He tossed and turned each night, and tonight was no different.

As he opened his eyes he saw her. She looked like and angel sleeping next to him. He touched her skin and kissed her on the check. Alex seemed to have closed himself off after Matthew died. He knew now how awful he had been. He lost his son but so had Celeste. She had to watch Justin grow up without her as he had. Celeste not only lost her son, but she lost her husband. As he touched her face her body went from warm to cold. She felt just like how she had felt at Maeve’s house. Then she vanished.

He had tried to keep things as normal as possible but it was futile. Alex woke from his dream and looked over to where Celeste should be and sighed. He laid back down and looked up at the wall. He missed her warm touch and her smiles. The entire house was cold without her.

The coffee pot still sat in the sink from they day she left. Alex sat at the table looking off imagining she was there. Her warm smile greeting him. The kitchen was bright and alive with activity. She handed him a cup of coffee and his morning paper as she headed back to the kitchen to cook. The smell of her breakfast put a smile to his face. She places plates on the table of pancakes and bacon. She sat next to him and took his hand.

Alone, Alexander sat there with tears in his eyes as the house changed from the warm bright alive feeling to the grey dark depressing morning to which alexander awoke to, “I promise I will fix this.”

Alex got up from the table and walked over to the coat rack. He grabbed his coat and headed out. Several people passed him as he walked. He could feel their stares. They were all wondering where Celeste was and why she wasn’t at work. He knew what they were thinking. They thought she left him. Over the years he became cold and distant. He knew he should treat her better and now it was too late.

He looked down as he walked not making eye contact with any of them. As he walked, he found himself in front of his father’s house.

He stood there looking at the door knowing needed his help. He knocked on the door and breathed in the cool morning air as he stood there waiting.

Hunter opened the door and saw Alexander standing there and sighed, “Well what is it?”

Alexander looked up feeling like coming to him was a mistake. How and why would he ever help her? It pained him to come to him like this and humbled him in a way. “I need your help.”

He laughed, “Do you? I told you. I told you you would need my help.” He turned and walked back into his house as he continued to talk to Alex. “So what did she do this time? I told you she wasn’t the same. But did you listen? No you didn’t. Now what kind of mess are you in.”

Alexander walked in behind him and sat on the couch. He rubbed his face as he spoke. “There has to be a way to save her.”

Hunter turned to him. He looked angry. His nose flared up as the veins on his forehead could now visible. “Save her!” He yelled. “Save her!”

His face was now turning a strange scarlet color. Alexander had not seen his father this irritated in a long time.

Hunter was now pacing in the living room. Hunter imagined steam coming from his ears. “Look I know you miss her.” He said after some time. “Hell, you didn’t even get to have any time with her. But you don’t understand. You don’t know what she was like before. Maeve was amazing, and she is gone.”

Alexander grew angry, “She is my mother! I have to save her.”

“What are you not listening to! Meave is dead! She died!” He trailed off for a moment then he replied, “and then I died too.”

He has never heard his father speak like this before. He never had a good word to say about Maeve and now. Alex was confused.

Hunter sat in a wooden chair across from Alexander. He put his hands on his eyes and cried. He had pushed all this emotions aside for years and now there they were. It kind of surprised him that after all this time, how much he loved her. All of his fears came back. He feared what she turned into. He feared for her soul. Was she damned like the monster that is here now? Most of all his heart was breaking once again as he allowed the love had for her to show. The only one who ever understood him and made him smile was killed and replaced by a monster.

“I loved her. She was all I had. He took her from and killed her. There was no love in her eyes. Her brilliant green eyes are gone. Those black eyes have no soul. Where is my Meave?” He wiped his eyes as the teardrops had created a puddle on the floor.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom without saying a word to his son. As he entered the bathroom he looked in the mirror to see the old man he had become. He punched the mirror making his hand bleed. “It should have been us. We should have aged together.” He punched the mirror another time and then pulled it back and wrapped it with a towel.

He washed his face to trying calm himself. Hunter had showed no one those feelings before.

Alex sat and looked at the floor. Hunter came out trying to gain his composure. “She might look like her but she is not my wife.”

Alex looked up, “But what if she was in there somewhere. What if we could save her soul?”

Hunter’s face was now blotchy from crying. His eyes were red as he fought back more tears.

“I don’t think there is a way. If there was, I would have found it by now.”

The house rumbled and a mist like cloud a appeared before them. Alex never thought his father cared for him. However, the feelings he had hidden for so long coming to the forefront made him jump in front of his son.

Alexander was surprised by this show of emotions by his father.

The midst became more like a shadow and a man formed A man formed from the midst. Neither Alexander nor Hunter had ever seen this man before.

“Pardon me, sorry for the intrusion. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jonathan. I believe we can help each other. Come to some agreement.”

Hunter was angry that this man just appeared in his house. He only ever saw Maeve move in the shadows before. He assumed that the was the vampire that turned her “You, you did this to her. How dare you come here like this? Get out!”

The shadow king was angry. He waved his hand over Alexander and Hunter and transported them to the Shadow Realm.

They looked around for it was on odd place. It was Hunter’s house or so it seemed. Everything was dark. “Where the hell are we?”

“You are in my realm, the shadow realm.” Jonathan laughed.

The house appeared the same, but different. Every thing had a shadow about it. It looked as the world did when you first woke up and couldn’t see. Everything was blurry and grey. At first I couldn’t see anything but then my eyes adjusted. Even though he could see everything was still grey.

“You are in my realm now. So listen and do not speak.” Jonathan commanded.

Just as the men were about to protest, Jonathan moved his hand to his own mouth motioning them to be silent. “I told you not to speak.” He said in a rather calm tone. He knew he was in charge here. This was after all his realm. They had no control over him or anything else here.

Alexander and Hunter both put their hands to their throat in shock. Hunter’s fingers ran over his mouth as he wondered about this mysterious stranger. They both grew irritated.

Alexander had meet no one besides his mother whom could challenge him. Who was this man?

“Oh Alexander, not used to others having the power are we? Well you are in my realm now so get used to it.” He smirked and then moved his hand over both of them men, allowing them to speak.

“Fine, so why are we here?” He asked annoyed but this man. He moved his hands to his mouth realizing that he could now speak.

“To talk, make a deal.” He smiled thinking this would intrigue them. “I believe we have things in common don’t you?”

“How the hell do we have anything in common?” Hunter was growing angry now as they spoke. “What you have magic? Many do, why would it make you special?”

“We are special. Magic is everywhere but people are too stupid to see it. Alas that is not what we have in common.” He smirks, “It’s your mother.”

Alex looked up and became defensive, “What about her?”

Jonathan smiled “You want to save her, don’t you?”

Hunter was not comfortable with this conversation. “There is no saving her.”

Jonathan laughed, “How could you claim to have loved her if you couldn’t and wouldn’t fight for her? How can you claim to love something you won’t die for?”

Alexander saw the conversation was becoming rather heated. He looked at his father and gestured for him to calm down. Hunter was not a calm person unlike Alexander who could remain calm in any situation.

“How the hell do you know how I feel? What do you know of it?” Hunter shouted at him.

“Any man who refused to fights for what he claims to love is no man at all.”

Alexander had heard no one talk to his father that way, well expect for him. No one had ever dared speak to him like that.

Hunter walked up to Jonathan so he was nose to nose with him. He could see the white of his eyes and not only that but the veins within the white. “You seem awfully defensive over another man’s dead wife.”

Jonathan smirked “Dead hmm. Well I guess if she is dead then it won’t matter what I do to her.”

Alexander was fuming now. “He may not care but I sure as hell do. Don’t you dare touch my mother!”

Jonathan nodded to Alexander, “Fear not. I will not hurt her but rather help her. You say you want to save her?”

“I do but why do you? What do you get out of it? Any of this?” He demanded an answer.

“You might find this hard to believe but I love her.”

Both Hunter and Alexander were shocked, “You love her!” Hunter yelled, “How they hell can you say! You love her!”

“Because I do. Unlike you, I fight for what I want.”

Hunter yelled back as spit came from his mouth, “She’s dead!”

Jonathan smiled and was calm as he spoke. “No, she’s not. Imagine, just imagine that you are wrong. Imagine that she is there, listening and feeling. And she knows you wouldn’t fight for her. She knows you didn’t love her. Maybe never did. Imagine that you were wrong. Just imagine.”

Hunter was speechless. A fear grew in him. What if he was wrong? Could he have been hurting her all these years? He turned pale.

“Now about this agreement.” Jonathan walked past Hunter who just stood there almost a shell of a man whose world has just crumbled before him. “You seem to be the only one who cares.” He looks at Alexander.

“And how can you help?” He replied.

“You see magic can do many things. Over the years I have learned many things. One of these magical abilities I have gained is now to break curses.” He smiles “or how to free a soul.”

Alexander was intrigued, “And why would you want to free her? Aren’t you the one controlling her? The one who changed her?”

“Me?” He laughed, “No I am not vampire.”

Hunter looks up, “Well then who the hell are you?” He had thought he was the one who turned her. “Come on out with it. What did you do to her?” He yelled

Jonathan looked at Hunter with a smile on his face, “I am the man who loves her.”

Hunter was reeling. This cannot be. Did she cheat on him? No she wouldn’t have that’s absurd? He was now pacing back and forth as his hands were going through his hair.

Alexander didn’t care that hunter was upset. He was more interested in his mother’s well-being. Maybe if she was freed, then his parents could have a second chance.

“Tell me what we need to do!” Alexander didn’t care what the two men were fighting over, He wanted to save his mother.

Jonathan pulled a wooden stake from his cloak.

Hunter was appalled. “A stake! How the hell is that going to do anything?”

Alexander was also as appalled “You want me to kill her!”

Jonathan reassured them, “No! No you misunderstood me. Yes this is a stake however,” He pulls a vial from his pocket. The vial contained a clear blue liquid. “This is your answer. This substance I created to save her. You must pour it on the stake before you plunge it into her heart. This elixir will allow her soul to be free. It will break her away from his control. Allow her to rest in peace if you will.”

“But then why haven’t you used it already. If you love her so much why haven’t you tried to save her.” Alexander figured he caught Jonathan in a lie.

“Yes, if you claim to love her so much, why come to us.”

Jonathan looked at Hunter. “I did not come to you but your son. He is the only one who can do this. Meave would never agree to Justin doing this. She’s been protecting him for years.”

“Protecting! How is that? Where was she when Matthew and Maurelle died?”

“Please, you know well that Maurelle is not dead. Maeve is the reason Justin was spared. She could only save one. Her master didn’t want her to save any of them but she pleaded with him. Since Jonathan does not care for Maurelle’s father anyway he agreed. She wrapped Justin in some kind of magical womb. And that is why he was spared. The other two, we could not find. Now for the matter at hand. This elixir must be poured on the stake by a blood relative. Matthew is out of the question as is Justin. Which leaves you Alex. You must stake her through the heart.

It was a lot for the two men to process. The memory of the accident coming back to him as if it happened but yet still felt like a dream. A bad dream he couldn’t wake up from. He hoped it was just a dream. What did he mean by the other two? Who was he talking about? He would wake with a cold sweat maybe even scream and Celeste would be there to comfort him, but alas not now. This was not a dream.

After pacing for sometime Alexander looked at Jonathan. “How do you know this will work? And better yet, what is in it for you? Why do you want her to be free? If she is killed, how can that help you. If you love her so much why would you want her dead.”

“Yeah! You speak of love. Did you think I could stake her? As much as I hate this monster, it still looks like her!” Hunter was horrified.

“You fool! Hunter you mean nothing. No one needs you for anything.” Jonathan replied.

Hunter turned and walked away. He didn’t know how much power Alex he had in this realm but he figured this Jonathan had more so he wouldn’t push it. Hunter always had a bad temper. He controlled it over the years. That didn’t mean he was weak but rather wise. So he knew to walk away from this fight. But this fight wasn’t over. Hutner always had a plan.

“Then why are you killing her?” Alex demanded an answer.

“I am not killing her. I am setting her free. Her soul will be free. Isn’t that worth something?”

Alexander and Hunter were not convinced. “It seems like you are keeping something from us. What will happen to her?” They asked.

“Well magic can be tricky. I have not done this before so I am not sure if it will work. It might free her and allow her soul to move on. It might break her connection to her master. It might kill her but if it kills her it will also set her free. It might set her free and allow her to stay with us. I don’t know.”

Alexander wasn’t yet ready to gamble with his mother’s soul.

“There is no other way, unless you have another idea to which I would love to hear.” Jonathan knew the plan would work but not the way Hutner of Alexander expect.

He would have her. She would be free from Marius. Free to love him and free to be his goddess.

“You must give me some time to think about this.” Alexander requested. He could sense that Jonathan wasn’t being honest with him Something wasn’t right. “I believe you are hiding something. You’re not being honest with us. I don’t care about much else, but wanting her soul to be saved.”

Jonathan thought on this for quite some time. He wondered if he could save her and still keep her as his wife. Would she still love him? Love is a funny thing, he thought. If she loved him she had to have light in her heart. Jonathan knew this, and he needed to accept it. Having no light would not work. She wouldn’t love him or be loyal to him. He shook his head, “She still has light in her heart. If she didn’t have light, she wouldn’t have protected Justin. She wouldn’t have protected Celeste for you and she wouldn’t have helped Matthew.” He stopped realizing what he said.

He wanted Alexander to think he let that last part slip, but he didn’t. He wanted Alex to be on his side and what better way to ensure that to happen then to give him hope about his son. He wanted him to believe him.

“What about Matthew!” Alex had enough, “You leave my family alone. You know nothing!” His face was red now as he looked at Jonathan.

Jonathan looked away trying to show compassion which was not his strong suit. He wanted Alexander to believe he was in charge even though he was not. “I’m sorry, I know this is a difficult subject for you. Maeve has worked with Matthew as I believe she has told you.”

Alexander nodded, “She has.”

“Love is a powerful thing., Some will say its weakness but I disagree. I love your mother. She gives me the only light in my life. Without light in my life I could not live in the shadow realm. It might be dark but in order for anyone to survive here they need light.” He lied. The shadow king doesn’t need light. He enjoyed the light that Maeve gave him but he didn’t need it. He had great plans for her.

Alexander reached out and takes the stake and the vial from Jonathan. He looks at them as he holds him in his hands. “If this is the only way, then I will do it.”

“I think this is a mistake. Mark my words Shadow King if Maeve is in there somewhere it is me she loves not you.” Hunter looked at him with a great passion in his eyes.

“You silly fool, Do you think after all this time she would give you a second glance? Listen old man, you lost her the moment she turned. You wouldn’t even look at her. You told her you would always be there for her but as soon as things weren’t perfect any longer, you left.”
“Enough! I don’t care who she loves! I have had enough!” He looks at the stake and the vial in his hands. “Take me back to my world, so I can think.”

Jonathan smiled, he knew he had convinced Alexander. “Well Alexander.” He looked at Hunter and smirked, “May the best man win.” With that he waved his hand, and the two were brought back to their realm.

Chapter 25 Maeve goes to Carillon.



Cari ran to the library, but she was too late. Luke had already gone. She runs into the library and saw Libby at the circulation desk. Cari was almost out of breath as she came up to the desk.

“Have you seen Justin?” Her face was red because she ran all the way to the library.

“Cari, are you all ok?”

She didn’t have time to catch her breath of exchange the normal pleasantries as most had become accustom to hearing from her. “Justin, is he here?”

Libby, was taken back by her brazen attitude. She was not used to it. It was not like Cari to speak in such a way. “Cari, I’m sorry. He left with Luke a while ago.”

Cari turned pale and ran out of the library hoping to see which way they went.

Libby called out after her and followed. “Cari?”

Cari didn’t hear Libby calling her as she ran out of the library, Cari thought she saw Luke so she ran down the street in that direction.

She yelled out to him but the man did not turn around. He headed down an alley.

Cari followed and ran to that alley but as she turned down the same alley Luke was gone. Her heart was racing as she felt cold. The air become freezing. Cari could see her breath. She turned around as she heard or thought she heard or rather felt someone behind her.

Maeve was standing right in front of Cari. “Good evening poppet.”

Cari was startled to see the woman and was confused by her greeting. “Um hello.”

Maeve was quite a sight. She stood before Cari dressed in black. Her face was pale almost white, but it looked even paler in contrast to her bright red hair.

Maeve grabbed Cari’s hand as her dark black eyes were staring into Cari’s fair blue eyes. “Come with me poppet. We have much to discuss.”

Cari was speechless as she tried to pull her arm away. “Who are you?” She would protested more and ask more questions but Maeve’s eyes. Cari couldn’t look away. She forgot everything. All her worried, all her fears were gone.

Maeve didn’t answer her. She held onto Cari as her eyes turned white. “We are going on a little trip.” And with that both Maeve and Cari turned into the same milky midst that took Maeve to town.

The midst drifted out of the alley and down the road. People were walking home from work and other places as the midst past around them. The people watched with confusion as the midst moved into the woods.

The white midst ran through the woods and stopped at an old run down cabin. The midst slides under the doorway and into the living room. A broken dining room table was still laying on the floor.

It formed two figures appeared in from of the broken table. Cari was now terrified. As Maeve let her hand go, she fell to the floor gasping for air.

“What are you?” Cari was shaking. She tried to calm herself and stop herself from shaking to no avail.

Maeve stood before her waiting for Cari to compose herself.

After sometime had past, Maeve spoke. “You and I have much to discuss.

Cari regained her composure stood up to face Maeve. “Who are you? How do we have anything in common?” Cari knew who she was, but not what she wanted. She didn’t know what Maeve’s intentions were however, she wanted to protect Justin? Cari had to be strong. She would not allow her to hurt Justin, no matter what.

“Why ask a question, when you already know the answer. You know well who I am and what I want.”

“Then what do you want this me?” Cari got her bearing and stood up. She needed to be strong for Justin. She relaxed herself. “Yes I know who you are. And you may strong and you might have magic but I will not let you hurt Justin!”

Cari swallowed hard as her heard her heart was pounded. “I have only heard of you. I know nothing of you.”

“Well then allow me to clear things up for you poppet.” She waves her hand over the house so that Cari can see.

The house seems to heal itself but this was only a vision. Cari tried to remain calm. She had seen Mr. Marks use magic, but it was still new to her.

She marveled at the house and how it changed before her eyes.

“This was my home a long time ago. My home with Hunter. You are an acquaintance of his are you not?” Maeve asked.

Cari nodded her head.

“Then you have seen magic before? Do you ever speak or are you as spineless as your husband.” Maeve looked at her wondering what she would do.

Cari looked up at her. She has just been taking it all in until now. “I’ve been listen to you trying to figure out what you want from me or rather us.”

“I want you to tell me that Justin is happy. That you love him and care for him. That if something shall happen to him, I need to know you will do everything you can to protect him.” “Oh course I would.” Cari felt better knowing Maeve was only interested in Justin’s well-being though Cari doesn’t agree with how she went about it.

She was determined to make sure that Carillon would protect Justin. “Now I must test you. I need to know what you would to. What you will do.”

“Um test. What kind of tests?” She felt more comfortable and therefore will stand up to Maeve “How can you say you care? Where were you all those years? You were not there in the beginning. When he was left. He was cold and alone. He was a blessing to us. We could never have kids of your own and here he was our little blessing. Now you want to check on him. Why? Why now? Where were you all that time and you question me and my family!” Cari was surprised by herself.

Maeve smiled “Good, I was hoping you had spunk in you.” Now you may leave. Maeve waves her hand and Cari was back in front of the library as if she never left.

The Voice


The voice in the back of my head

It tells me that I’m not good enough

It tells me that I’m not smart enough

It’s the sweating of my palms

It’s the tightening of my heart

It’s the fear of failing

It’s the fear of trying

The voice in the back of my head

It tells me that I’m not pretty enough

It tells me that I’m not cool enough

It’s the fear of rejection

It’s the fear of defeat

The voice in the back of my head

I tell it to be quiet

I tell it that I am good enough

and smart  and pretty

I am good enough

A Boy or a Girl

Boy or a Girl


I longed to hold you.

To see your face, to kiss your feet.

To hear your laughter to hear your cries.


I wanted to be the one you came to when life was hard

And I wanted to be the one you came to when life was not.


To hold you and love you

To tell you when you were wrong and when you’re right

To be proud of you and watch you succeed


Taken from me so young

Before I knew who you were


I longed to be your mom

To hold you when you’re sad, and to laugh with you when you’re not

To catch you when you fall and lift up to the sky


Taken from me so young, your little heart beating

And now it beats no more


To hold you just to know

if you are a boy or a girl

Chapter 24 Luke comes to get Justin for Maeve


Luke comes to get Justin for Maeve

Justin was at the library. After learning all about Maeve he wanted to do more research on vampires. Now he knew his grandfather wasn’t responsible for these disappearances he wasn’t as afraid as he once was. He sat in the back of the library reading and taking notes.

He wondered if she ever saw his dad. He wondered many things as he read.

He knew Mr. Marks loved her but he wasn’t sure himself. Although she was family, he wondered if she loves him. Mr. Marks had said she protected him, so that must mean she loves him but could a vampire love? Maybe he was giving her more credit than she deserved.

He came to some current newspaper articles. “So many people missing. Did she take all of them?” He never realized how many were missing but he became to think about the people in the paper and realizing that he hadn’t seen them in days.

Why was she doing this? Just to get my attention? He sighed “Well you got it.”

There has to be more. Was he making an army and for what? To take over the town? To kill us all? Or was it to get my attention or Mr. Marks?

Maeve could sense that Justin was inside. She knew she needed to talk to him. Maeve didn’t think Justin would come. A man was standing in the shadows watching and waiting.

“You can come out now poppet.”

Luke emerged from the shadows. “Yes my mistress.”

“You will retrieve Justin for me.” Meave hands him his cell phone. “Call him and ask him to meet you. Compel him to come to you but do not hurt him. He is important.”

Luke nodded and took the phone to call Justin.

Justin heard the phone ringing. He saw the name come up. “Luke!” He grabbed the phone and answered as he fumbled the phone with his hands.

“Dad. Luke, I mean are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He replied. Before this Luke would have been touched by hearing Justin calling him dad, but now he didn’t care. Luke listened but his face and his tone showed no emotion. Justin was worried for Luke. “I’m heading to the library. Are you there?” He knew he was at the library but he needed Justin to come outside. Luke wouldn’t be able to come into the library unless he was invited in.

Justin looked at the phone thinking about how strange Luke sounded. He wondered if Maeve got to him. “Um okay dad.” He said dad once more to hear how Luke would respond.

However, Luke again showed no emotion. “Okay, I will see you there, bye.”

A chill went through Justin as he listened to Luke. “Okay,” was all he could say to him. He sent Carillon a quick text alerting her to the events.

The text message read, “Luke called me. He doesn’t sound good. He said I am to meet him outside the library.”

Carillion was in the kitchen cleaning once again when she heard her phone vibrating. She grabbed it hoping it was someone with information on Luke. “Justin” She said as she grabbed her coat and ran out.

Justin walked out of the library to see Luke standing there waiting for him.

“Luke,” he said “Are you ok? He said as he ran over to hug him. As soon as Justin hugged him he pulled away. He felt the differences as soon as he touched him. He could feel the lack of emotion. The connection they once had was gone. He was pale and cold to the touch.

Maeve told Luke not to harm Justin, so he didn’t grab him like he did the others. He requested that he come with him. “Justin, follow me.”

Justin was concerned for his father. All this time he had been pushing him away, refusing to call him dad. Never realizing how much he loved him and now he’s gone. Justin knew this wasn’t Luke’s doing. He knew he was just following orders.

As Luke looked at Justin, Justin felt a sense of urgency to follow him as he gazed upon his eyes.

Luke’s eyes showed no love or compassion. They seemed to look almost black. Still Justin did whatever he said. He followed Luke as if he was in a trance.

The Face I Wear

The Face I Wear


The face I wear is never sad.face

It’s never angry and never mad.

The face I wear never cries.

It’s never bitter but it always lies.

The face I wear covers my pain.

The face I wear covers my fear.

The face I wear hides who am I

It hides my sorrows and hides my pain

The face I wear you like to see.

But the face I wear is always a lie.

The face I wear is what you see.

But that face

is not really me