Chapter 5 : Strange, Attractive and Fierce.

Fifteen years later،

"How are you Jason?" "Harry's voice came from the phone speaker

"Fine .. Isn't it time for you to come back yet Jason asked and was met with silence from the other side to continue, " Watson has taken you out of his accounts a long time ago and I told you not to worry, he doesn't even mention your name in any situation. "

"I'll think, Do you know where he got to in his plan?" "Harry asked with interest

"I don't know where he got to in his plan, you know he became distrustful of me after your escape because he thinks I told you, but he didn't catch any evidence on me," he replied and continued, " But I'm afraid of your brother's unlimited ambitions. "

"What does he want other than to eliminate the werewolves?" "Harry asked with some concern and in a very low voice so that no one would hear him due to the fact that he is standing in a public place

"I've heard talk that he wants to control and enslave people, but I'm not sure yet; his capabilities do not allow that at the moment," Jason replied and Harry was silent for several minutes thinking

"I'll come, but ... No one should know I'm here, so I can't get off at a motel, so can you arrange a place for me "

"There is an abandoned garage in the north of the city where no one lives and no one knows anything about it," Jason replied and Harry's eyes twinkled as soon as he remembered the characteristic smell of blood that was coming from an old building north of the city to answer immediately

"Well, a week later we will meet at my old hideout and then you will take me there, goodbye. "

He put the phone down, took out a dollar and gave it to the old Chinese owner of the phone, then looked up at the sky and realized that Sunrise was near .

At eight o'clock in the morning at the Taksim art and music school, a seventeen-year-old girl in the eleventh grade was sitting, holding a violin, with a musical note in front of her, and around her classmates, each holding his musical instrument, with his own note in front of him

"Haven't you talked to the attractive weirdo yet?" "The pronunciation of a boy with a guitar

"She did and she refused, but I swear she won't get away with it," replied a boy with wavy red hair tending to Orange

"And what are you going to do?" "The other boy asked with a sly smile,

"I'm going to teach her a lesson that she won't forget; no one refuses Jack Nair," he replied, and a malicious smile appeared on his face. He then turned his gaze towards her and found her hazel eyes fixed on the note in front of her. His features turned to anger and he began to cast contemptuous glances at her until the teacher interrupted him to begin the lesson.

After the school day ended, the girl carried her bag and violin case and went out into the yard on her way out. Jack deliberately bumped into her and knocked her down in the middle of the crowded courtyard.

"Are you blind?" Jack shouted at her in a sarcastic tone, looking at her mockingly. The students stood watching what was happening.

"You bumped into me," the girl replied. She then bent down to pick up the violin case from the floor, but Jack got ahead of her, grabbed the case, and threw it to the ground. The violin came out of the case, and one of its parts was broken.

She straightened up and pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, trying to suppress her anger. "Are you aware of what you're doing?" she asked him quietly, and her eyes did not move from his eyes.

He approached her defiantly and added, "that's because you bumped into me." He didn't finish his words until he found her fist touching his face with such force that it made his face bounce to the other side.

Shocked features appeared on his face, and the students watched with dilated eyes.

He raised his fist to hit her back, and she grabbed his hand and pulled it behind his back. She then tightened her grip on his neck, and suddenly everyone heard the sound of a bone breaking.

"My hand," he shouted.

"And that's because your hand touched my violin," she whispered softly in his ear. She then pushed him, and he fell to the ground.

She rushed to pick up her bag and left in the midst of a stupor of students until the director's voice came through the megaphone: "Celine and Jack, to my office right now."

She looked at Jack lying on the ground, and some of his friends were helping him get up, cursing under her breath. She then turned to go to the principal's office.

She walked into her house, carelessly threw her bag, and was checking the violin until her mother's voice came from the kitchen.

"I made you spaghetti with meatballs, and I put as much meat in it as you like."

She looked at the violin sadly, then reached into her bag and took out a sheet of paper. She then went to her mother.

"What is this?" her mother said with a smile as she took the paper from her. But soon her face turned into a frown as soon as she read it.

"Why does the principal want me?" she asked.

"I broke a boy's hand," she replied indifferently, and her mother's facial features turned into shock immediately.

"Are you serious? Why! I mean how!!" Rachel said with a flop, looking at the girl with a thin body and delicate features in front of her, which at first glance would seem impossible to do such a thing, but it seems to be genetics.

"He broke my violin," Celine answered quietly.

"Only?" Rachel asked.

"And he knocked me down on purpose," she replied.

"Okay. Eat your food, I'll go with you tomorrow," she muttered and put a plate of pasta in front of her. The other quietly began to eat her plate, picking meatballs from pasta while Rachel watched her with a reproachful mouth and a mind that began to flounder when she realized that the situation was starting to get harder and harder.