Trigger Effect

What the hell? What did he mean "They're waiting for you?" Are they finally going to kill me?

"Not exactly. Why would we kill you, after I had Gabe show you around the mansion? I think that, that would a waste of useful knowledge," William said as he came into view, of the dark room.

You should know about wasting useful knowledge.

"Fine then, if you're not going to kill me, then why am I here?"

"I figured that you should get reacquainted with your friends." As soon as the word "Friends" escaped William's lips, a blinding over-head light went on, causing me to flinch by the sudden change in lighting.

In the middle of the room, there was a huge table (though, not quite as big as the one in the dining room), where four men sat, while William was still standing.

I immediately recognised Mike and Butcher. The other, I was not so sure about.

"Take a seat," William pointed to a chair that sat infront of me.

I looked at it wearily.

"No, thanks," I said, anxiety evident in my voice, as I started backing away, slowly, until my back it the door I came in, through.

"Come on, Reblin, take a seat," William insisted.

"I'd rather not. I'll just stay by this door."

"Tinkerbell, come sit by me," he said, useing the nickname he gave me, when I was five years old, while giving me a gentle and sweet, yet almost hypnotizing look.

It was like I couldn't control my own muscles, as my feet began to take me towards the chair, William wanted me to sit in.

He pulled the chair out, and I sat down, still in a daze.

Pushing my chair back in, William gave me one last look, then, I was dropped from my hypnotic state.

"Can you, please, not do that, again?" I asked, not looking at him. He didn't answer.

Stupid vampire.

William shot me a glare, obviously hearing my thoughts, then looked back at the small group, that sat before him.

"Since you've already recognized Mike and Butcher, let's see if you can figure out who everyone else is." William stated, softly, yet sternly.

I looked at one of the guys that had a intresting mohawk.

"Sisky," I heard my voice say.

"Correct. How-"

"The hair," I interrupted William.

"I see. Well, seeing as your cousin has scared away Tom, then maybe I should introduce you to Mr. Micheal Guy Chislett."

"Hi," I said, in a quiet voice. He tilted his head, in response.

I swallowed. Then, as though on clockwork, Mike, Butcher, Sisky, and Micheal all stood up, and dematerialized, leaving me with William.

I wish my powers still worked...

"Now, why would we want that? This way, you get to spend more time together, Tinkerbell," William said.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I exclaimed, finally finding my bravery.

William was taken aback by my sudden confidence, and, quite frankly, so was I.

"Why am I still here?" I asked.

"You actually thought that I'd let you go, after all these years?"

"Why not? I am of no use to you."

"On the contrary, my dear," he whispered.

I gave him a confused look, but brushed off his comment.