Chapter 130: Bring calm to the chaos
Erin retracted her hand quickly hand quickly and stared at 'the boy', Matt. She had gone to prom with him. Now, he too was caught up in something Erin was struggling to fully grasp. As quickly as he had opened his eyes and said the one name with three syllables just as quickly he closed his eyes again.
Erin began to hyperventilate. Her breathing labored. Her heart beating frantically. She began to sweat even in the cool basement. Her eyes moved quickly around the room, but she saw nothing. What was happening to her? Her confusion only fueled her panic.
She spun around to look at the three women behind her. She must have moved too quickly, because her eyesight went black and she fell hard to the floor. As her knees banged against the cool cement floor she cried out. But the cool floor felt good against her skin.
Erin felt somebody's hand on her but her senses were in overdrive. She could vaguely hear voices surrounding her. Unfortunately she could only capture every couple words and she didn't know what they were saying. Erin tried to respond, but she couldn't. Her muscles sagged, but she didn't fall further unto the cool cement floor. She felt like she was in the fur of a warm creature.
When Erin finally awoke she blinked and then found she was angry with herself. Why was her reaction always to pass out...a whole lot of use that was. But they lied to her, right? She no longer felt the signs of the panic attack that she had been feeling. Passing out seemed to realign her senses and body and setting her 'right' again. She felt exhausted, but everything she had been feeling felt distant. Erin felt numb.
Again she blinked her vision and three pairs of eyes were staring back at her. Erin let out a small groan as she sat up. She moved around her hands and her palms felt the warm fur like feeling again. After suffering from the sweating attack earlier, the warm fur felt good. Erin would have chuckled to herself if she also didn't feel so out of it. The warm fur she had felt was nothing more than a fuzzy obscenely bright pink blanket...most certainly not an animal....she doubted there was anything further from being alive than this neon pink blanket. Why was she stuck on the silly pink blanket? She finally let out a chuckle which sounded more like a groan than laughter.
Erin looked up at the women hovering over her and spoke. "What the Hell is going on here. Speak. Now." Erin managed to force out loud.
The women in front of her shifted before Elizabet spoke it almost appeared as if they were uncomfortable. "Whether it was right or not we thought it best to shield you from this. In hindsight it was probably...NO, it was most definitely the wrong move. We're not perfect, just trying to do the right thing."
"Just tell me everything! Please give me some credit. Please." Erin let out an exasperated sigh.
"The short version. Emmeline will be our savior. She is the lady of the lakes, she has the power and with the strength of the coven behind her, she will be able to bring calm to the chaos and freedom to the enslaved. Poetic, right?" Elizabet laughed, but it wasn't so much laughter as it was to keep her from crying in despair.
Hattie gently patted the succubus' shoulder, "While she may have said it in jest, it is true. The same Emmeline that you had met. Elizabet did not finish her story as many of them didn't. They gave the excuse that it was my story to tell and maybe they were right. In a way, maybe it was...maybe I am the link. At my direction...Er, that sounded rather forced. Maybe a more apt term would be with the guidance of the stars and dreams, Elizabet was able to give birth to Emmeline. This Emmeline would become the lady of the lakes."
"However," Elizabet picked up the story. "However, shortly after giving birth to the young baby girl, I had to leave and rather quickly. I had to leave everything behind. Because if I didn't both Emmeline and myself would have been in serious trouble. The monster had found us...but I do not think he knew. I left her for her safety. However, something happened and she vanished from our sight and from history."
"It killed me to leave the Emmeline and my husband...but...it was necessary for the greater good." Elizabet had a couple tears coming steadily down her cheek as she recalled the memory.
"Why not just be more forthcoming in the beginning?"
Hattie licked her lips, "because. Because when it comes to you we can't see you."
"What? What does that even mean?" Erin asked looking at the women trying to get the answers she needed.
"We can see many things. Through dreams or with the assistance of the coven we can see almost everything. But you. We have nothing about you. We can't see you, you are an unknown. Similar to the way we can't find Emmeline now or that we didn't know about Matthew. However, except with them we can see them and how they can help. You...nothing."
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