Courage

Chapter Twenty Five - Part Two

I had discovered something about James in this little one on one situation I was currently suffering with him.

He was so damn sure of himself, so freaking cocky, that he hadn't even bothered blindfolding me to take me to where ever the hell he was going to kill me.

That last part of that thought didn't even scare me, and that was what had me frowning as he marched me cheerily through the forest, in a place where I hadn't actually been before.

But still, if I could mind link with Emeli or Max right now, James would be screwed. But he'd taken care of them, hadn't he? I had tried several times in the past hour, but had gotten no response whatsoever.

That's what scared me. What if he actually had killed all of them...

I cut that thought off as soon as it bubbled up inside of me. He wouldn't do that, he would make them suffer through my death first.

James turned his head to grin at me as we moved deeper into the trees, the huge, tall evergreens stretching up into the bright sky, creating a sort of shady canopy over us. Around us, only birds chirped, and as serene and soothing as the scene around me seemed, having James beside me was just kind of cramping its style.

"You've been quiet." He commented, still grinning. I tried to refrain showing him any emotion before replying.

"Oh, I'm sorry. How have you been, James?"

I meant it as sarcasm, but the guy didn't really know what that was, did he? "I've been busy, as you can tell. It takes more work then you think to plan to kill somebody, and you've been making my plans more complicated than ever lately."

"Sorry to hear that." I muttered, rolling my eyes. Of course in his eyes I would be the problem.

But then again, if I was the problem, he was just trying to eliminate it, wasn't he?

"It's not your fault, of course. But it has caused some delays, and now I just can't wait to get back home."

Was it strange I was having a semi decent conversation with the guy who was about to kill me? Probably, yeah. The fact that we were chatting like old friends was a bit of a surprise, but I was growing more and more sure James was a lot more unstable then I'd first thought.

Didn't make him any less dangerous, however.

What did they say about crazy people? I couldn't remember, but mixing deadly and insane didn't fill me with much confidence.

"And where is your home exactly, James? I remember Emeli saying you had a pack, but now I know that's not true."

James smiled, shaking his head slowly. "That girl believes everything, doesn't she?" He chuckled, then continued. "You're right. I live in the hidden world."

This caught my attention. "You're kidding, right?"

James almost looked offended. "Why would I kid about this? The hidden world is the best world. It's a pity you couldn't have visited it before now, though. Such a shame you have to miss out on all the great architecture we have there-"

"I can visit it?"

Now James was offended, I was sure of it. "Did you not listen at all in your history classes?"

"I went to a part human school, James. The hidden world for werewolves wasn't one of the main topics we discussed."

He humphed, then nodded like he understood. "Of course you can visit, any paranormal can. You just have to know how to get there." As he said that, he stopped walking, and if I wasn't standing alone in the forest with James, I would have gasped at the beauty of where he stopped.