Black Lotus

As Lyra sits at her vanity doing her makeup, I lay on the bed flipping through my books. For the past three day I've been going through all the books I've gotten from the library and it hasn't told me anything I don't already know. Hopefully the book I'm waiting for has some more information. Nothing in here says anything about visions. Or the four women I saw that were burned at the stake. I close the book and begin rubbing my temples, god I have a headache.

"Who knew reading books could give you a headache. Looks painful." Lyra says swiveling around in her makeup chair.

I give her a snarky look as she laughs at me. She's gotten all new makeup yesterday and has been testing it for the past hour. Now she's on the lipstick, some bright purple lipstick to be exact.

"Sorry." She laughs. "What did you find out?"

I let out a groan of agony, "Absolutely nothing Ly that's the problem. Most of the information in these books I already know. If you go to google and type in the Salam Witch Trial the information you find online will be in these books."

"Well let's shed light on a happy matter, you and Alexander finally getting together. How is it?" Her eyes light up waiting for juicy details.

"Were fine. Just been hanging out for the past few days." It really has been simple though, nothing drastic has occurred.

"Does he know about the visions and stuff?"

"God no I don't want to worry him about this stuff." I say pointing to the books. It's something new that I'm dealing with so I don't want everyone to know about it. I know that he's my boyfriend and I should tell him everything, just some things need to be kept a secret and this is one of them.

Jumping off of Lyra's head I change the subject. "So, Claire came in on my shift. She wants us to get together and do something."

From hearing Claire's name Lyra let's out a squeal. "Claire? College Claire with the bright pink hair." She asked making sure were talking about the same Claire. The funny thing is we only know one.

"Yep, that's the one." I respond.

"Yesss I've missed her haven't seen her in a minute. She is literally my spirt animal, I'm telling you Quinn she was my mother in a past life."

"Right, that makes perfect sense." I say sarcastically. Moving on from the lipsticks now she's on the eyeliners. The store had 50% off eyeliners so she got all the colors.

"You know where we should go?"

"Where?" I asked curiously.

"Club Ten." She said enthused.

"Club Ten. Are you sure about that? Lyra really think about this?" I say sitting on the side of her vanity.

"I am Harlequinn, club ten is the perfect place. They have the most amazing strobe lights, the floors are broad and women get free drinks after 11." She says boosting up the idea of club ten.

"Nothing else. There's a big chunk about club ten you're leaving out." She looks at me trying to understand where I'm getting at.

"I'm not following so just tell me." She says giving up.

I let out a deep sigh. "Club ten only let's people in over the age of 21. I don't think you noticed this but we are only 17." She shrugs me off.

"I obviously know that Quinn. Mama Lyra handled it." She pats her chest while grabbing something out of her bag.

"Alright how did you handle it?" I focus on the items she took out of her bag. Looking closely, it's two ID cards, that are of me and Lyra's face. I take the one with my face on it out of her hands.

"Fake ID'S?" I say flapping around the ID card.

"Yep. Curtsey of Randy Bellows."

I get up from her furry chair and observe the card. It says that I was born in 1999, my name is Lauren Smith, 5 ft 5 and was born in Albany, Oregon. Also, she added in that I was a organ donor.

"How did you know I was an organ donor?"

"Come on Quinn everyone is a organ donor." She says in a matter-of-fact tone. In fairness she has a point, I've never seen anyone who wasn't an organ donor.

"Let me get this straight. You and Dana Bellows younger brother, Randy, made me and you some illegal ID's?"

"Hey don't judge. Everyone has their own hustle. For randy he busts his butt at the internship, which makes him no money, and also makes illegal IDs for underage teenagers who just want to live life. I don't know about you, but I support the youth. What do you think we talk about downstairs in the basement, certainly not about the front-page news." I just shake my head at her as she continues on.

"Oh, look Randy Gerald Rodgers died from planting azaleas, how sad." She mocks the average Samaritan voice. "Give me a break I didn't put a knife to his neck." She finally finishes up.

"Mr. Rodgers died how sad." He was a good man, when my Grandfather used to work, he would watch me on the weekends. We would watch Disney Channel together.

"That's not the point Quinn. The point is we are getting into Club ten, text Claire the details."

"I'll do it later." Looking down at the ID I think to myself. She better hope these ID's actually work or we will be sitting in jail.

Alexander's P.O.V.-

Knocking on my father's door, I wait for an answer.

"Come in." His voice echoes through the hall. Opening the door, I see him talking on the phone, he points to the seat in front of his desk for me to sit in. I do as he say's and sits down.

As he talks to whomever he's on the phone with I think to myself. After what happened with the guy in the woods it had me paranoid, what he said really made me scared to my core. Sasha is very dangerous, her and her father will stop at nothing until they have what they want.

In fear of Quinn being taken in the night I wanted to ask my father if he could give her security. I can't watch or be around her 24/7 it's nearly impossible. Her safety is the most important thing to me right now. Sasha has a whole Kingdom; she could kill me and take Quinneth in a matter of seconds.

"Ok Quentin keep me updated." My father says goodbye to Quentin, who's the Pack doctor and focuses all his attention on me. "So, you wanted an audience with me. You're my son you could've just came in here."

"I know, but I don't want to see seen getting special treatment because you're my father. Everyone has to make an appointment to get a private audience from you so I wanted to do the same, to be equal." Because my father is the Alpha of the pack people treat me differently, which I don't want.

"I can see that's being fair. So, what did you need to talk about?" He gives me his undivided attention.

"When me and Quinneth went out, there was this guy, one of Sasha's goons he relayed some information to me."

"Was it harmful to us or you?" He asked curiously.

"Not to us, but to Quinneth. I was wondering if you could set up security in front of her house to make sure that she's safe." I can see him running my idea over in his head.

"No." Wait, what did he say.

"No?"

"Yeah, that's what I said If I'm not mistaken." He leans back in his chair while writing down some things.

"If I may ask why a no?"

"Look Alexander one thing you need to understand is that I don't play favorites. With me not playing favorites I can't seem to be giving your mate special attention because she may be in danger, hell we are all in danger." I rise up from my chair in anger, my blood boils beneath my skin.

"You can't possibly compare her situation to ours. We are trained fighters who can protect ourselves, she can't. One run in with Sasha and she's dead. That's what you want huh?" I asked leaning over his desk looking deep in his eyes.

"You know I don't want that."

"Then I can't think of no other reason why you won't do this for me. Her powers haven't come in yet, she can't protect herself. She means the world to me and nothing will happen to her so if you won't protect her then I will." I slam my hand on the desk and walk towards his door. Before my hand grasp on the handle, I turn back around to him.

"Do you want to know what the message was?"

"Enlighten me son."

"Four Lotuses rise, one will fall."

"What does that even mean."

"Quinn's favorite flower is the Lotus flower. Now who's symbol was the Lotus flower, the Black Lotus flower?" His eyes widen at realization of what I was saying.

"That's right they plan on using Quinneth to wake up the First Power. She's the only one that can do it, her being the only Zastitnik known alive. I think you know how dangerous they are, even more dangerous than Rhella. If she wakes them up theirs a chance she could die, I'm guessing you don't care." I sneer at him and proceed towards the door.

"Wait." I turn around to him.

"I can't just put guards in front of her house It's not my department. I will talk to the Gamma about it." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."