Because we're blood [Pres]

[Blake O'Sullivan]

A letter. That's all it took. Maybe he would comply to it. It wasn't long after Blake learned someone in her family had moved here. Trying to call him, was out of the question. When she physically found him - he was all about shoving her away from him. Something about their family had him spooked and if the aunts knew, they certainly were not gonna tell her. So she tried by letter. The instructions were simple, to meet her in the fields by the forest. The first time she ever came here, she had met El. And the seed of loving him had been planted... Now, she was waiting for family...

She wondered what Preston was like, as she sat in a bed of flowers, looking up at the evening sky. Her aunts told her a small bit. There was even a picture or two of when they first met when she was practically a new born. A smile graced her lips as she tried her best to hold onto some hope that he would come, so she could meet her family and maybe grow a friendship with him. Maybe he would be up to staying with her, where she could protect him. He seemed... A bit twitchy. Like the wild animals who run at the slightest sound, or freak out. But that was ok. She was like that, the night she was... Raped.

If they did talk, how could she tell him that? How could she tell him she is still friends with him? She would have to tell Preston everything. Telling him that she was a witch was going to be the easy part. But everything else was going to be difficult. That meant Guillotine couldn't come over anymore, or not much. And she would need to keep a close eye. Cause from what she gathered, Preston is pure human. Someone needed to make sure either he didn't say something,.or her best friend didn't take him as a free meal. The time, the relaxed feeling she was getting...

Her green eyes began to dim and she rolled onto her side in the fetal position. She began to sleep. It didn't take the blonde long to actually drift. She had finally gotten used to the feeling of being relaxed after a while. Which was a relief to her, probably her boyfriend as well. El.. She missed his smile... The way he looked at her... The way he kissed her...The thought of El brought an obvious smile to her face. She seemed to bring her knees closer to her chest.

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Preston was terrified. The cool field breeze attempted to sooth the human’s skittish frame, but it left him chilled to the bone with random goosebumps that littered his pale skin as he approached the meet site. Preston had been delivered a curious letter which brought his wort fear back to the surface. It was one of his cousins, Blake O’Sullivan who had recalled running into her one evening when he was heading to band practice. She had tried to speak with Preston but he wanted nothing from her, for she was a member of his bloodline. Wandering fearfully among the beautiful flowers, he began to wonder why exactly he was here if it was so dangerous! She seemed predominately good-natured the little he spoke with her but you could never judge a book my its cover. She was part of his family and they wanted nothing good to happen to him. Preston recalled one of the first sessions he had with his psychologist and how madly he raved about how he believed his family was responsible for Eva’s death. Thinking now, it didn’t and did sound plausible... oh here he went again! This moment was driving him insane.

As he passed along the winsome rainbows sprouting from the earth, he squinted when he noticed a peculiar figure buried within the flowers. It stirred slightly when Preston drew close which caused the human to halt in fear. Was it her? Maybe it was someone else...! His body began to shiver as a panic attack began rising, his queasy stomach made him feel weak. As he shivered, he groaned achingly when his hand burst with agony, his broken wrist tucked within a sling. Ever since his encounter with Roy, he was emotionally drained and even more paranoid of what transpired around him. The image of all the demons hanging over him small form as he laid on the hospital bed, defenseless against their conniving plans. He remembered when he awoke, Preston had a ridiculous notion that maybe his family was not as horrible as his parents had explained. Exactly, they did not explain enough that was wrong with them.

You are my chosen Preston. The devil whispered, placing its gnarled fingers onto his tousled brown mop. The cold wrinkled skin from Matthias Creed caused the little Preston shudder in fear for what was to come. At least he is gone. The happiest day Preston had while living with is torturous Uncle Donald was when he was informed of his grandfather’s passing. Preston never was one to wish such a terrible fate on others, but nothing made him happier.

Heaving, Preston tiptoed closer and closer to the form and as he drew closer, he felt his body tense up more. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled a tiny bottle that contained his pills and was quick to pop a single one into his mouth. He swallowed, but nothing seemed to make it better. Why... why am I here! Are you stupid Preston!

occ: sorry if this post is crappy. Inspired but I can't seem to write properly lol