My Past Long Forgotten

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Chapter 20

No one spoke as we were heading towards the College; Abby had a vision of every one that would be waiting for us. To tell the truth I’m a little worried, they have more than three times the amount of people we have, I know how powerful we all are but there is still a chance we will lose.

‘Don’t think like that, we can win this.’ Smithy told me telepathically.

‘What makes you think that was on my mind?’ I asked him.

‘I know you Thea, more than you think. We will be fine; we have enough power to beat them.’ He said to me.

‘But their numbers-’ I began.

‘Will make things difficult yes.’ He said interrupting me.

‘But we won’t all get out alive.’ I worried.

‘But that won’t be your fault, they are here by choice, they all know the consequences.’ I wanted to believe Smithy when he said it wouldn’t be my fault, but deep down I knew that once this was all over, and lives were lost, I wouldn’t be able to blame anyone but myself.

I lead everyone to the College with Abby and Brian on either side of me, with their families behind them and Smithy held up the rear with Ryan and his men. I couldn’t shake the worrying feeling of what was to come. We arrived at the College and stopped a few yards away from Mr Jackson and his army. I looked over the amount of people who were against us and a feeling of dread washed over me. I know we saw their numbers from Abby’s vision but seeing them now just made it all the more real. All of these people were here to kill me, they thought I was evil and most hadn’t even met me.

My eyes landed on Bastien and I realised that he was staring at me, I couldn’t decipher the look on his face and his eyes were doing well at hiding his feelings. He wasn’t wearing an amulet but he had a strong mental shield preventing me from hearing his thoughts. I stopped concentrating on him and looked around, I couldn’t let him distract me. Both sides stood there sizing up the other.

“If any of you wish to change your minds and join our side instead then you are welcome, I know how easy it is to be manipulated.” Mr Jackson said to all the people stood behind me.

“Listen to him Julia, you can’t win with her. Remember what he said years ago, she’s evil.” A female voice said from Mr Jackson’s side. I didn’t wear my contacts today, I let them all see me as I am, no more hiding who I am.

“You shouldn’t believe everything he’s told you Tiffany, he can’t even prove that story to be true, and even if it is it would only prove that her mother was evil, not her.” Julia said in my defence. “She saved our lives when Mr Jackson had his men take us hostage.” She added and there were a few shocked gasps coming from the other side. Many people who were stood behind Mr Jackson shared looks with their partners, showing their indecision.

“She’s lying.” Mr Jackson said to everyone. ”I’m on your side; I just want our children to be safe.” He added.

“And yet for several years you have been training them to kill a girl that you hadn’t even met.” Smithy said. A few people, including Tiffany, stepped towards us.

“Where are you going?” Mr Jackson asked them.

“You said we can change sides if we wish to, and we do. You can’t seriously expect us to believe that the police force has gone rogue. I’m finding your lies a bit transparent recently.” Tiffany said. They walked further towards us and paused when they were about a meter away. “Child, we are sorry, we presumed he knew enough to come to the conclusions that he did.” She said directly to me.

“It’s fine, but just because you are no longer fighting for him it doesn’t mean that you have to fight for me, you may leave if you wish.” I said to her and the others that had stepped forward. They looked at their partners and seemed to be able to come to a decision without having to speak a single word.

“We wish to stay.” One man said and with that, they joined everyone who stood behind me. After they had, many others began coming over to our side as well.

“What are you all doing? That girl is evil! You can’t destroy all our hard work just because she looks innocent!” Mr Jackson said, full of anger.

“Give it a rest; this doesn’t need to end in a fight.” I said to him.

“It may not need to but it will! You will not beat me.” He said with determination clearly displayed on his face. By this point everyone seemed happy with what side they were fighting for, I couldn’t help but to look at Bastien, he wouldn’t make eye contact with me though; he just stared at the floor. His decision to fight against me hurt more than anything else.

All at once everyone seemed to get in to a fighting stance, Mr Jackson shouted at his side to attack, but I noticed that he hung back, he didn’t go straight in to battle, he obviously had some sort of plan. I couldn’t worry about that at the moment though, as his fighters were heading at us at full speed.

We had already decided on our form of attack, and Brian and his parents were up first. They focused on the nearest rain puddles (I had been on weather control all day to make sure they would have some available water nearby) they raised the water and shot it at the first row of attackers, knocking them back in to the second row.

Then it was Smithy and I, using mind control, we sent telepathic messages to the next lot of attackers to make them head in the wrong direction, so they were heading away from us. Then Smithy’s men, led by Ryan, used guns and hand grenades to take out the next. Then we went to hand combat and I soon lost count of how many bodies fell to the ground.

In our training sessions, I had taught Abby and her family how to predict their attacker’s next move an instant before they made it, giving them the upper hand, even with this, I still worried about Abby fighting, she wasn’t the violent type, and she was so small and innocent I worried about her fighting people. She did fine in the training sessions, so I just had to trust in her ability.

As we took out a large amount of Mr Jackson’s army I got to thinking, these were all people that I had attended this College with, them and their parents tricked in to fighting us, I really wish we didn’t have to kill them but I saw no other option at that moment.

As one, three men charged towards me, using my enhanced strength I kicked the first one in the knee hard enough to break his leg and he fell to the ground in agony. I ducked just in time to miss the sword that the second man swung at me, I punched him in the gut and he doubled over, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it to the right, breaking it and causing his sword to drop to the ground. He punched out with his other hand but I grabbed it in my own and crushed it, breaking a few bones, with an uppercut to the jaw, he fell to the ground unconscious. The third launched at me, tackling me to the ground, he was quite a big guy, well-built and strong, in any normal situation, he would be able to use his height, weight and build to overpower me. Thankfully in my case, this was no normal situation. I brought my knee up, planning on it landing in a very painful place for him, but he was fast, he managed to dodge it and in a flash he was straddling me, he then grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, I struggled against his hold but I found that he was stronger than I originally predicted.

“There’s no point fighting me little one, even with your added strength you are no match for me.” He said to me. “It’s such a shame I have to kill you, I can think of so many other things we could do together.” He said with a smirk as his eyes travelled down my body.

“Drop dead.” I spat at him and his eyes darkened.

“How do you really expect to get out of this situation little one?” He asked me tauntingly.

“Don’t patronise me.” I said angrily.

“Awe, I’ve touched a nerve, maybe I’ll touch some more…” He said as his voice turned husky.

“Or maybe you could just get off of her.” A voice that I recognised said behind him. Before he could turn he was smacked round the head with a plank of wood. He fell to the ground unconscious and released me at the same time. Bastien was then standing above me, plank of wood still in hand; he threw it to the side and stood there staring at me. After a moment he held out his hand in offering, I took it and he pulled me to my feet, as soon as we touched I felt that familiar feeling run up my arm. After he helped me up he still didn’t let go of my hand.

“Thank you.” I said to him and he nodded. “Why did you help me?” I asked.

“I didn’t like his suggestions.” He said but I could tell he was holding something back. He sighed. “And I didn’t want any harm to come to you.” I was shocked.

“But with everything that’s happened, you were told to distract me, play with my emotions, and now you’re here to fight against me.” I said to him and he winced.

“In the beginning yes, I was instructed to distract you, to find out information about you. But I didn’t expect to-“

“Expect to what?” I asked when he paused.

“To fall in love with you.” He said and my heart skipped a beat. I found myself believing him but then I realised that this was probably just another of his tricks.

“Oh please that is so cliché; this is just another trick to distract me.” I said the only thing I could think of, I needed to keep my heart better guarded so he wouldn’t hurt me again. I couldn’t let myself care about him.

“You say that and yet your heart says something different.” He said in a soft voice.

“I made a promise to myself that I would listen to my head more.” I replied. There was a moment of silence between us. I was getting lost in his eyes once again, that’s why I didn’t notice someone about to attack me. Bastien pulled me to him and the attacker missed me, he swung again but Bastien grabbed him by his throat and broke his neck. I looked up in to his eyes again, I was pressed against his chest and he had his arms around me. This so wasn’t helping my whole ‘listening to my head’ plan.

“It isn’t too late to change sides.” I said to him.

“He’s got too much on me.” He replied, obviously meaning Mr Jackson.

“I can protect you.” I promised and he gave a sad smile.

“But you shouldn’t have to.” He whispered. “I was telling you the truth you know; when I said I love you.” He added.

“But you lied, the whole time we were together, you were lying to me.” I said and he winced again.

“But this feeling-“ He paused and motioned to where we were touching. “This feeling doesn’t lie, this isn’t a trick, I feel it as well Thea.” He said and I knew he was telling the truth. I looked around for the first time in what felt like ages, bodies littered the floor, and the survivors were stood there watching us, waiting to see what would happen, we were after all, supposed to be on separate sides.

“Thea, you know I mean well, but are you sure it’s not a trick?” Smithy asked me. I turned back to Bastien and I could see the love for me in his eyes. I was just about to reply when I felt his mental block come down, revealing all of his thoughts to me. I didn’t find a single lie in them and he left his mind so open that I could find out anything I wanted about him.

“You don’t have to do this.” I said to him.

“I know that, but I want to, and I need you to believe me.” He said.

“It’s not a trick Smithy.” I said to him and he nodded, trusting my judgement.

“Thea. Do you sense that?” Abby asked me urgently. I concentrated and realised what she was talking about, a very strong psychic energy was approaching us.

“What the hell is that?” Jimmy asked.

“I have no idea.” Sophia said.

We all took a few steps back so we could be prepared for whatever was coming.

“Thea, can you sense any specifics?” Smithy asked me.

“Three, only one of them has power.” I said.

“All that power is coming from one person?” Julia asked shocked.

“Feels like ancient magic.” Sophia added.

“Well we’re about to find out.”

And just then, they transported themselves so they were in front of us. I was right with what I predicted, there were three of them, one man and two women. The man and one of the women were a lot older than the third; they looked exhausted and pale, almost unhealthy looking. The other woman, the witch, stood proud and tall, her eyes were wild and fierce and she reeked of ancient power just like Sophia said. But to me something specific stood out, as I’m sure it did to everyone else.

The witch stared straight at me and I at her. Her shocking red hair was a great contrast to her pale white skin and her piercing red eyes held many years of knowledge. She turned to the old couple.

“Do you see what I mean now? She can’t be your daughter, she’s mine.” The witch said to them, confirming what we were all already thinking; we looked way too alike for it to be a coincidence.

“Yes we get it, she’s not our daughter, but please, let us go now.” The man pleaded with her.

“No! It’s all your fault! Because of you I had to send her away!” The witch screamed at them in rage.

“We didn’t switch our daughters; we just wanted our Alie back.” The man said to her.

“So you are the king and Queen from the story?” I asked them and they flinched at the sound of my voice.

“Yes we are, and we are sorry.” The woman said to me.

“What are you sorry for? It’s not your fault that your daughter was switched with me all those years ago.” I said to them and they seemed shocked.

“You don’t blame us for what has happened?” The man asked me and I was confused.

“Well of course not, I don’t know what did happen, I was young, and whilst I do want to find out what happened I’m not going to blame you for something that probably wasn’t even your fault in the first place.” I said.

“You are mature beyond your years.” The woman said to me.

“Well I’ve had more than it would appear.” I said in explanation.

“What do you mean by that?” The witch, or should I say, my mother asked me.

“The spell you cast, to send me to a different time, malfunctioned, it did send me to another time, but it sent me to several different times. I have memories of living about 100 years.” I explained to her.

“I don’t understand what could’ve gone wrong.” She said.

“I’m guessing it would’ve been because you weren’t specific enough, your intention was to send me to a different time, you didn’t say which time you wanted to send me to, therefore I jumped between different time frames with no control over where I was going.” I said to her. “Why did you send me away in the first place?” I asked her.

“They were the king and queen, if they said that you were their daughter then that would be how it would end up, they would have kept you, and you were mine. They would’ve spent years trying to figure out what was wrong with you, why you looked different from Alie, and you would have grown up not knowing what you truly are.” She said to me.

“So you’ve spent the last god knows how many years making their lives a living hell? Blaming them for something that they couldn’t possibly have any control over? Instead of jumping to conclusions you should have used your power to find out who really switched us.” I said to her and there was a moment of silence, she looked down at the ground. After a moment she turned to the old couple.

“I’m sure this will probably be no consolation but I am so very sorry, I just, couldn’t lose her, and then my solution made me lose her anyway.” She said apologetically.

“We can fix this.” I said to my mother, I had only just met her, but she was my mother after all, and I couldn’t bear seeing her that sad.

“How?” I walked towards her.

“By joining our power, we can find Alie.” I told her and she nodded, we joined hands and we were just about to concentrate when Sophia spoke up.

“Maybe it will be easier with more people?” She asked me. “You may be powerful, but she has been missing for many years, you don’t want to drain your power.” She said to me and I nodded.

Sophia, Jimmy, Julia, Abby, Brian, Derek, Sylvia, Smithy and Ryan all walked towards me.

“It will never work.” Mr Jackson said.

“Well we’ll see.” I replied.

‘Keep an eye on him’ I said telepathically to Smithy and his surviving men.

We all joined hands and concentrated all our energy on finding Alie, it wasn’t easy, considering all we knew about her was a brief description of what she looked like when she was young. After a while and still with no results I was beginning to lose hope.

“Thea do you sense that?” Abby asked me after a moment and I concentrated even harder.

“Yes I do.” I said in wonder.

“Could that be her?”

“It must be. Ok, let’s concentrate on bringing her here.” I told everyone and all our power was centred in one place. After a few minutes we managed to transport the person we found to our location. In front of us stood a girl who looked about 18 years old, her blonde hair hung tangled past her shoulders, she was covered in dirt and her eyes held no life in them. “Are you Alie?” I asked her, she hesitated for a moment and then nodded. “What happened?” I asked her.

“I was captured by vampires; they have held me hostage since, forcing me to drink their blood so I wouldn’t age.” She said and her voice held no emotion. Her eyes looked around at all the people.

“Do you have any idea who they are?” I asked her.

“No, but he was their leader.” She said pointing behind me, I turned and saw who she meant.

“Mr Jackson did this?” Smithy asked.

“Of course not! Are you really going to believe her? She looks half crazy.” Mr Jackson said but I could tell he was lying.

“So you kidnapped her, put me in her place just so this situation would be created so you could set up a College and train super naturals to kill me?” I asked, slightly confused.

“That’s messed up.” Ryan said.

“Indeed.” Smithy added.

“You seriously did that?” Bastien asked Mr Jackson.

“Well I wouldn’t have had to set up the College if it weren’t for you.” Mr Jackson said to my mother.

“And how exactly do you work out that it’s her fault?” I asked him.

“Well if she had just left things alone, I would have gotten away with stealing the King’s daughter without them suspecting a thing.” He explained.

“But what was your plan, why did you want to kidnap her?” I asked.

“To turn her evil, and then in to a vampire.” He said.

“But why her?” I asked, not understanding his logic.

“She was the king’s daughter, kidnapping her would be an accomplishment in its self.” He said.

“That is certainly a twisted way of thinking about it.” I said disapprovingly.

“And then you and your mother ruined everything. With her sending you to a different time, I had to follow you to make sure what I did didn’t get out. But the spell went wrong, you kept jumping through different time frames, you certainly made it difficult for me. And then I had confirmation that you were here. So I set up a College so I could use the pupils’ powers to destroy you.” He explained.

“All that effort and you’ve still failed.” I said to him and I could see the rage in his eyes.

“No, I will not fail!” He shouted in anger.

“Look around, you already have failed.” Ryan told him.

As the rage in his eyes grew to dangerous levels I could sense a spell that he was going to cast. Which came as a surprise considering I didn’t know he had any witch heritage. The spell he was casting was gaining strength; he’s more powerful than most witches I know. I prepared a spell to deflect it, as he was likely to aim it at me. He launched the spell and it came soaring towards me, just as I predicted, I was just about to deflect it when it changed course. It hit Bastien square in the chest, causing him to fly backwards.

“No!” I yelled in shock and surprise. I ran to him and dropped to my knees, his eyes were still open but he was losing consciousness fast. “Don’t worry Bastien, I can heel you.” I said to him.

“Actually, you can’t.” I heard Mr Jackson say from behind me, I could hear the smirk in his voice but I chose to ignore him. I concentrated on heeling Bastien; I put all my strength and power in to the healing spell. I didn’t care if it killed me as long as he lived.

“It’s not working!” I yelled at everyone and no one at the same time.

“I told you, it won’t work, it’s part of the spell. No power on earth can heal the damage it causes.” Mr Jackson said.

“He’s right…I can feel it, I’m dying.” Bastien gasped out.

“No, I will not let you die.” I said determined and I concentrated harder.

“Stop it; you are draining all of your power.” Bastien said to me softly.

“I don’t care.” I said to him as I looked directly in to his eyes. He took my hands in his and I felt the familiar feeling that I always did, except it was fainter. I felt a tear escape from my eye and run down my check. I had never cried in front of people before, in fact, I don’t remember the last time when I cried. Bastien raised one of his hands and wiped my tears away.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” He whispered to me.

“I forgive you.” I said quietly.

“I love you Thea.”

“I love you to.” I replied. And with that, his eyes closed, and his arms fell to the ground. “No.” I whispered. Everything around me faded, nothing mattered to me anymore, Bastien is dead, and it’s all my fault. My chest felt like it would collapse from the pain, I never let myself believe that I loved him before, but now I couldn’t deny it.

“Thea.” I heard Ryan say behind me.

“Leave her be son.” I heard Smithy say to him. Even in my state of mind I picked up on the fact that Smithy just called Ryan ‘son’, I thought I saw a family resemblance. I felt myself come slightly back to the present time, and my heart filled with rage.

I stood up in one sudden, sharp motion and turned towards Mr Jackson.

“Murderer.” I said threateningly and his eyes widened in fear.

“Even after everything he did to you? He lied to you, manipulated you. And yet you still care for him?” He asked but I didn’t listen to him. He recognised the look in my eyes, one of hatred, anger and murder. And he was scared.

I lunged towards him, no one bothered trying to stop me, they would become collateral damage with the uncontrolled rage I was in. I wrapped my hands around his neck and squeezed the air out slowly. I didn’t kill him right away, I wanted him to feel the pain that he deserved, he needed to be sorry for what he did, he had to pay.

I continued squeezing his throat, his face was starting to turn red and he was going to lose consciousness soon if I kept this up. I released the pressure slightly and took one of my hands away, I reached down and broke his right arm in one swift motion and he yelled out in pain.

‘You don’t have to do this, we can lock him up and throw away the key, he will never be released, he will stay in prison for the rest of his life.’ Smithy said to me telepathically. If anyone else tried to reason with me, I probably would’ve either ignored them or told them to mind their own business.

‘But he needs to pay.’ I replied.

‘And he will, I will make sure of it.’ He said, trying to reassure me. ‘But it is your choice.’

‘Will killing him make me evil?’ I asked him unsure.

‘No, but I also know that you won’t be able to live with yourself, you will feel guilty even though he deserves the fate that you are so willing to give him. But it won’t make your grief any less.’ Smithy said.

I concentrated back on Mr Jackson, I saw the fear in his eyes and I knew that what Smithy said was right. I was still upset about Bastien, but this wasn’t the way to solve it. I released him and he fell to the ground.

“Take him.” I said to Smithy out loud. He nodded and moved towards him while Mr Jackson tried to regain his breath. I think everyone was surprised at how that had turned out.

I went back to Bastien, went back to his body, I still couldn’t believe he was dead. He’s dead and it’s all my fault. I rested my head on Bastien’s chest and I let the tears fall freely.

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