Free Sacred Bloodlines by Wendy Owens Page B

Considering you are not yet a student, I suppose we can let that slide.”  Michael added smiling ironically as he sat in one of the side leather chairs.  
    Gabe sat on the couch, unsure what to say; ashamed he had been listening at the door.  He felt his desire for answers made it understandable.  
    On the table in front of them, Gabe spied an old metal bowl that was trimmed in decorative paintings of fruits.  The water inside was a deep red and bloody rags draped over the side.  When Michael saw where Gabe’s eyes where fixed, he quickly hopped to his feet, removing the bowl and bloody scraps.  He deposited them out of sight on the far side of his desk.
    Walking back over, Michael tapped a kettle with his fingertips that was perched in the fireplace just above the flames.  First checking the handle for temperature, Michael grabbed for a rag that was on the mantle and pulled the kettle out of the flames.  Walking over to a nearby side table, he set the pot on a small towel that was folded on the table top.  Also on the table there was a small stack of delicate tea cups, saucers and a mini crystal bowl overflowing with sugar cubes.  “Tea?”  Michael asked lifting the pot again and pouring the steaming liquid into the cup closest to him.  
    Gabe wasn’t normally a tea drinker, but he wondered if it might calm his nerves.  He nodded to Michael who poured a second cup.
    “Gabe, I’m not exactly sure how much you heard.  We find ourselves in a situation.”  Michael explained, walking slowly and carefully back to the seating area with the two cups.  Placing one cup on the coffee table in front of Gabe, Michael turned and took his place in the other seat.  Michael said nothing as he shifted his weight back into the chair and began sipping the hot beverage.  Gabe mimicked his actions, taking a sip of the tea.  Cringing at the bitterness, he remembered why he wasn’t a tea drinker.  
    At last, Michael continued.  “I know there has been a lot of whisperings around here.  I’m sure you have heard your name mentioned.”
    Gabe nodded, “I am rather curious.”
    “I know we haven’t had as much time to talk as I would prefer.  I’m sure you have a lot of unanswered questions.  This morning I was called away to speak with someone very important.”  Michael explained.
    Gabe sat listening carefully to Michael’s words, holding the cup of tea up to his lips.  He allowed the steam to fill his nostrils.  
    “Unfortunately we don’t have a lot of time, so I need to get to the point quickly.”  Michael continued.  “You’re a Guardian Gabe.  That is the truth.  We have been looking for you for a long time.  We want you here with us no matter what happens.  I know it’s hard to understand but we view you as family.  You’re a member of the Sacred Bloodlines.  Nothing will ever change that.”
    Michael paused for a moment, staring into his cup until he finally added, “What I haven’t told you about Gabe, is your destiny.”
    Gabe laughed at Michael’s words a little.  It was silly to hear someone speak about destiny when used in relation to him. 
    “Yeah, destiny,” Gabe replied sarcastically.
    Michael hastily leaned forward, setting his cup on the table.  He looked into Gabe’s eyes intensely. 
    “Gabe, I’m serious.  Our Oracle has shared a prophecy concerning you.”
    “Whoa!  Wait a second.  Oracle?”  Gabe asked, feeling goofy repeating the word.
    “She is another weapon we have been given to fight the evil that plagues Earth.”  Michael expanded. “Our Oracle has told of a day when a great prophet would be born’ a prophet that would guide countless souls.  Upon the prophet’s death the end of days will be ushered in.”
    “What does that have to do with me?  I can tell you, I am no prophet.”  Gabe insisted.
    Michael chuckled, “No, you’re not.”  
    Gabe was shocked and confused.  He had expected Michael to try and convince him he was this person