Unleashing Demons | D.D. Bk. 1 | ✔️

Chapter 10: The Acceptance

"I can't see any reason why we should leave. There are a few more things I want to ask him." She complained.

I gave Alex a sidelong glance at the passenger's side before refocusing back on the road. We finally exited the gates of that hair-raising monstrosity. Somehow an unexpected weight had been lifted from me; allowing me to breathe easily. Something about the energy that circulated the grounds disturbed me; it had a dense feeling to it—comparable to being under water without actually being wet. The sensation grew stronger in the building where the professor's office resided.

"I doubt there was more he could have told us." I reckoned as I continued driving. The residual, ominous feeling gradually subsided the farther we drove. "You're curious why The Conjurers didn't make any contact with your grandfather."

I sensed her eyes on me but quickly looked away. "I haven't considered that the ability of seeing a person's aura could make you telepathic."

"I'm not telepathic." I clarified. "I just judge your thought process through emotional sensitiveness and with the emanating color of your aura. To simplify it, I'm an empath."

"Empath; I've heard about it. So that makes you psychic as well?"

"In my book, I wouldn't necessarily label them under the same category. An empath is actually sensitive and receptive to outside emotional stimuli. We could sense and at times understand an emotion being felt by another person, animal and even inanimate objects. But not only could I feel an individual's emotion, I could also discern their auras and its strength as well. A psychic is a different story; they could possess multiple abilities such as what the professor mentioned and more—being empathic is one of them." I explained.

"Huh. So you know a person's thought by interpreting what you feel from them. I bet you could tell if someone's lying." She speculated as I turned on the next corner.

"Yeah, but I had my faults from time to time."

"Well in answer to your question; yes, I was curious. It doesn't make any sense—they wouldn't have known about the so-called 'prophesy', unless..." She trailed off.

"It wasn't a question, just stating the obvious." I filled in. "But you're right; it doesn't add up, unless they've acquired the information by other means."

"By other means, you're implying by another source; another archaeologist." She deduced.

"It's possible. It will take a lot of work to track down archaeologist like your grandfather around his time; I'll let Vaughn take a look at that end." I had to admit, he was pretty good with his way around a computer. "There is one thing bothering me, though."

"Practically the million dollar question?"

I almost smiled at her quirks. Almost. "How the hell did they find you?"

* * * * * *

"Damn." Jake cursed under his breath. "This is a huge deal than I've originally thought."

I sighed at his worried tone and shifted myself uncomfortably on the wooden step—phone in hand. It rang once Gideon and I reached home. I finished summarizing the whole conversation with my aunt and with Professor Bishop to Jake, who keenly listened on the other end.

"So when are you coming home?" He asked me with the same worried tone a father would ask his rebellious daughter.

"I can't say for sure. We'll be researching more on The Conjurers—there are still too things that doesn't add up. So I think I won't be able to return until this settles down."

"Okay. But be careful out there, and no matter what, don't put too much trust on Gideon." He warned. Concern suddenly placed with seriousness.

I scrunched my eyebrows in question, knowing he won't be able to see. "Why mustn't I? He's helping me through this, Jake. He's more involved as I am in this one." I paused. "Did you two fought or something this morning? Before you came into the house?"