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SIX

 

I am glad I am the one driving because it means I focus on driving and the road instead of what is in my head. I don't want to think about that kiss or Jaxon or the kiss
with
Jaxon. Or that it made me feel as though I was floating in the clouds. Or that my lips are still tingling even now. Nope. Not thinking about it. And I am definitely not thinking about those green eyes. Those mysterious and beautiful sparkling green eyes. Or his smile, the devilish dimple-fied smile.
Oh shut up Calissa!
Calissa... I can hear him say my name... I shake my head from my thoughts and look down at the clock. Only been driving for ten minutes and I am already spacing out.
Come on Cally, you can do this!!

I turn on the stereo and press play on the CD I have inside. Ed Sheeran's voice fills my car and Tessa and I start singing along. I check the rear-view mirror to see that Ana has drifted off to sleep again. Love her.

 

“Crap! Earliest train is at five forty am.” I tell Tessa as I get back into the car after checking out the ticket prices. I have to speak in hushed tones so that I don't wake Ana. “Should we get a hotel for the night and then get the first one out?” I bite my lip and look over at the clock on my dashboard. It is one am now. We could check into the nearest hotel for four hours? Seems pretty pointless to me.

              “Is there any point? Knowing us, we will just sleep through any alarms anyway and do you really want to wake Ana up again?” This is one of the reasons why this girl is my best friend. She is exactly like me inside and out.

“Yeah, so what should be do for four and a half hours then?” I pull out my phone and look online. “Oh, we could get a ferry?” I suggest.

“Come on then, no harm in trying.” I start up the car again and we head off towards Dover. We should have checked the Eurostar times before we left but in my defence I was in too much of a hurry to do so.

We stop at a service station about ten miles away from St. Pancras and Tessa buys us both a few energy drinks each while I fill up the petrol tank. I am going to need it completely full if I am driving from here to Paris. When we are back on the road, Tessa picks up conversation.

“So, my mum is a witch” She says casually. I take my eyes off the road a for a brief second and look at her in confusion.

              “A witch? Like magical powers, conjuring spells, kind of witch?” Tessa nods. “Are you one?” Tessa shrugs.

“I don't know, she didn't say. She did say that she is the reason you don't have your angelic powers. She is meeting us at your mum's place in Paris apparently.”

              “Your mum is meeting us in France?” I ask disbelievingly.

“Yup. She said there are things she just can't do over the phone.” Tessa shrugs as she bites down on her lip. “I haven't seen my mum for nearly three months Cal. I have to admit, I am really excited to see her yet also anxious since she was so neglectful towards me when it came to dad.” I reach over and give her knee a gentle squeeze. We settle into silence and listen to the radio for a little while before Tessa grunts and shuts it off again.

“Okay enough now. Jaxon and you kissed. How did that happen?” I let out an exasperated breath and think carefully of what I am going to say.

              “Well, he came to warn me about the Underworlders and then admitted he was an incubus. Then he said he needed to test something out and he kissed me.”

“He admitted he was an incubus? And you were unaffected?” I nod. “How? Is that even possible?” Tessa asks sceptically.

              “No idea babe. Apparently so. When we kissed, I felt giddy but not weak or drained like I was supposed to. He freaked out afterwards and left. I think he was upset that his powers don't work on me.” A smug smile creeps up onto my lips.

              “Ha! That's funny. So... you liked it huh?” I blush.

“Yeah, I know that is bad because of what he is but at the end of the day, it was an amazing first kiss, Tess. Believe me, my brain has been yelling at me for doing it... There is an internal fight going on up here.” I tap one of my temples.

“Yeah, he looks like he would be a good kisser. Thing is though, why did you
let
him?” I frown as I think her question over. I didn't really
let
him. He surprised me. But I wanted it to happen though... didn't I?

“Maybe his powers do work on me but because of the angel in me, they operate in a different way?” I reply. That is the most logical explanation I can give. Then why can't I get that kiss out of my mind. Why can't I get
him
out of my mind? This is why I don't bother with the male species... It is far too confusing.

              “Yeah, maybe.”

We pull up at the amazing White Cliffs of Dover just after three am. We buy tickets and then board the next ferry. I send my mum a quick text letting her know what is going on and then open up a new message.

 

Me: what have u done to me???

 

Jaxon: wot u drilling on about now Titch?

 

Me: u got in my head... get out!

 

Jaxon: Oh did I? ;-) Hmm... nah, think i'll stay thnx

 

Me: Dick

 

Jaxon: watch ur language missy

 

Me: I hate u... just so u know

 

Jaxon: then stop texting me and go to sleep?

 

Me: Why don't YOU go to sleep?

 

Jaxon: Busy planning a murder

OH MY GOD!!!!!

 

Me: F.U

(I don't swear... this is the closest thing I will get to actually saying the real thing)

 

Jaxon:
One day babe...
I
PROMISE
!! :-P

 

“Who you texting?” Tessa says making me jump and quickly shove my phone into my jeans pocket.

              “Just my mum to let her know what is going on.” I smile sweetly at her but I know she sees right through it. She drops it anyway but I can tell I am in for an earful later. I can see it in the smile that is on her face.

We wake up Ana as soon as the ferry departs and even though she is groggy, she is overly excited to be on a ferry instead of the Eurostar. She grabs her jumper and chucks it on then the three of us take a walk up to the deck.

Cold wind hits us the second we step outside. I hug my hoodie closer to me with one hand while the other is gripping on to Ana. It may be dark out but the stars look absolutely amazing. There are so many of them and I can't help but to smile when I look up at them.

              “Cally?” I hear Ana's voice just barely over the strong sound of the wind. I look down at her. “I can see France already.” She points over to the distance and sure enough, there is France. Lights shine left, right and centre and I get even more excited to see my mum.

              The drive from Calais to Paris is a long one when I have been driving for the past four hours on no sleep. Tessa offers to drive but I tell her to get some sleep, which she does, and that I will wake her when I need a break. Ana manages to stay awake for a little while and watches some programs on her tablet. The sound of her giggling at Tom and Jerry's antics, warms my heart. She barely laughs anymore, only whenever she is around Jamie but since he isn't here, I will happily settle with hearing her laugh because of a cartoon. I can't really do much from the front seat now can I? No, not without crashing that is.

I don't really pay attention to any of the scenery because I am scared that I will lose focus on driving. I am so tired but so determined on arriving at my mum's town house tonight.

The sound of giggling stops after around forty-five minutes and I peek behind me and see Ana snoring away with her mouth hanging open. There is a bit of dribble dripping down the side of her mouth and I can't help but laugh causing both girls to stir.

I concentrate on the road again and turn up the stereo. This time a band called You Me at Six play through the speakers. Their new album absolutely smashes the rest of their other ones but I do love the others too. I am just singing along to track six when my phone vibrates against my leg. I know I should ignore it but it might be my mum. I slow my speed a bit and slide my phone out from my jeans.

 

3
New Messages

 

Oh no... This can't be good, surely.

 

I open up the first message.
Mum: Hey baby, just checking in. Ring me xx

 

I send her a quick message saying we are in France and I am about an hour or so away and then open up another message.

 

Jaxon: Silent after my last message? Hope you aren't that quiet when the time comes...

 

What the hell is wrong with this guy? I open up the next message and wish I hadn't...

 

Jaxon: Then again, u will probably be begging me to stop and crying
:)

 

A smiley face????? Really???? Is he that psychotic??? Oh my God. I pull into a lay-by and park the car. I can't drive right now. That was really disturbing... Should I reply? I shouldn't really. I really want to give him a piece of my mind though. But I shouldn't add fuel to the fire though right? Oh but this fire needs to be extinguished!! Only I can do that? Right? Oh screw it...

 

Me: You are sick... Stop messaging me you narcissistic maniac... You tell me to run and then you send me messages like that??? You are deranged!!

 

Jaxon: Oh I love a girl with a temper ;)
Why aren't u sleeping?? Am I keeping u up??

 

Me: Don't flatter yourself... I'm on the road...

 

Jaxon: Ur travelling now? I thought u weren't leaving until tomorrow/later today

 

Me: Things change

 

Jaxon: Where are u?

 

Is he seriously asking me where I am after sending those messages? Wow he is more twisted that I thought...

Me: Nice try dickweed

 

Jaxon: I need to know so I can avoid the area on my search
(I think he is messing with me... I'm not going to take any chances)

Me
:
As if I could ever trust you!

 

Jaxon: Can I call you? Wanna hear your voice
(See? Why can't he be sweet like that more often? It would make this whole liking him thing a lot easier.) Holy sh-crap... I
do
like him! Psycho and all... What the hell is wrong with me???????

 

Me: k

 

I take a quick look at my sleeping best friend and sister and then get out of the car before my phone rings. I shut the car door, and cool air hits my face. It seems to be a lot cooler at four in the morning than I thought it would be. I am glad that I bought along my coat. I get it out of the boot and have just finished shrugging it on when my phone rings. My stomach flutters manically and I have to take a deep breath to stop myself hyperventilating.

 

“Hello?” I say, surprised how calm my voice sounds.

 

“Now, isn't this a treat.” He sounds funny. Different.

 

“Jaxon, are you drunk?”

 

He laughs and it sends shivers though my body. “Noo... Okay maybe a little bit.” So that explains the creepy messages then. Or maybe it just explains why he is suddenly so brave to say it. “You aren't in the country. The dial tone changed. Where are you?” He sounds seriously curious now. He knows I am in another country, I don't want him and his Underworlders following me... So I do the only think I can think of... I lie.

              “I am in Ireland. Got the last ferry over. I have family in Limerick so I have taken my sister and Tessa with me to Ireland.” Surely that is believable?

“Oh that's too bad, I wanted another kiss.” My heart stops. I know he is saying everything he can to reel me in and although it is
half
working... I will not go there!! Again...

              “Oh your loss... Well I gotta go. Bye.” I hang up before he can say anything and after a deep breath, I turn back to the car and get in. Tessa stirs and opens her eyes when I shut the door and she looks at me.

“Want me to drive?” She asks during a yawn and rubbing her eyes.

 

“Okay.” I reply with a smile. We swap seats and I smile at the thought of not driving anymore. Five hours on the road is agonising when you haven't slept a wink, let alone another hour or so too. Tessa opens up another energy drink and downs half of the can and then we head off again. Still holding my phone in my hand, I drift off thinking of evil green eyes.

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