untitled by erinthereader

As I sit down in my living room getting ready to read a book, the doorbell rings, loud and clear, demanding to be answer. I put my book down angrily and walked to the front door, wondering who it could be, though having a good idea who. As I come up to the door, I see the darkness coming from the person behind it. It was like a cold air going through me. I shivered and sighed. No matter how many times I see him, I never will get use to it.
I open the door and there he is. He is tall and has black hair that is pulled back as if combed. He has on a black sweater open over a black t-shirt and jeans. His eyes were black, like a black hole. Every time I look into them, I have the strange feeling that I’m floating in darkness, enable to move. Enable to breath.
He smiles with sweetness and bitterness, like he knows I am slightly afraid of him. I smile my bittersweet half-smile and he chuckles under his breath. I step aside so he can come in, half wanting to slam the door shut and run.
There was something about him that was different today. I couldn’t put my finger on it. So I shrugged it off, thinking he will get to it in his own time. I follow him into the living room and sit down in the seat I was sitting in be for he came. I watch him walk over to the seat across from me. There was definitely something he wanted to tell me.
I waited, my eyes locked on his.
“I came to tell you what I learned about your recently discover powers” he spoke indifferently.
I stare at him in shock. I was not expecting this. He smiled like he knew what I was thinking.
“What?” was all I could get past my closed throat. He laughed that mean and dark laugh.
“I found out more about you powers”, he said impatiently. I finally found my voice.
“But I thought you promised to let it drop”, I whispered (it was all I could manage at the moment).
“What I said was that I would not mention it when your mother was around”, he stated, waving an impatient hand in the air.
“Oh”, I said lamely. Ok, I set myself up for that in a desperate but lame attempt to avoid the subject. Well, this means he must know what my powers are. I wanted to avoid this subject but now that it up it looks like I’m going to have to talk about it and with the last person I would want to talk to.
“What did you find out?” I asked, now truly curious. My powers make them selves know when I am upset or mad and when I am really concentrating. I tried not to concentrate too hard on him.
“It turns out you are a telepath and a psychic. You are, also, a spell caster.” He said with an evil grin. I started at him, speechless. I had no idea how I liked being a telepath. A psychic, I was not sure. A spell caster, I don’t mind.
“Ok, thanks. Is there anything else?” I asked and wondered if I really wanted to know.
“Well…… there is another thing I should tell you. There is also a necromancer gene in your family. On your fathers side”, he said with watchful eyes. I looked away.
I had to think this through. So, there is a necromancer gene in my family. Great. I have been told that a necromancer sees ghosts. But I can’t be one; I haven’t seen any ghosts yet.
So, I might start seeing ghosts soon. Oh, great. Just perfect. At lest I got a warning, because if I didn’t, then I was sure that I would go crazy thinking that I was insane.
This day could not get any worse.
“Do you know, if the gene will kick in, how long until then?” I asked, wondering if he knew.
“Sadly, no”, he said. I could feel his gaze on my face. I had not looked up yet. Then I herd the most dreadful sound in the world, my mother’s car in the driveway. I looked up at him. He was smiling. I sighed.
I heard the click of the key in the lock and the door opened.
“Vicki?” I heard my mom say.
“I’m in the living room”, I yell back. Then I say, sarcastically,” You’ll never guess who’s here.”
“Hello, miss”, he said.
My mom rounded the corner as she said,”hey, I didn’t think you’d be here. Would you like to stay for supper?”
“No, thank you. I was just leaving,” he said as he stood up.
I looked out the window and watched him leave with relief, but knew that I would see him again soon. I followed my mom into the kitchen, knowing that this is only the beginning.