The Call Of The Wicked, on-hold

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋

THE SWEET AND BRISK NIGHTLY AIR drifted over the tall pine trees. The breeze fanning the face of Stefan Geoffrey Swan as he closed his hand around his cell "Listen Billy, you'd better warn Jake for me" His voice was low and threatening "He'd better take a step back before he sees what a true monster is" The words rolled off his tongue, his green eyes flashing with anger. The tone of the call shifted and Stefan hung up before his uncle can speak. He felt the odd sensation of the phase settling in the mid of his spine and his skin coiled at the slightest shift in annoyance.

Stefan walked inside his house towards his bedroom when he received a chime of a message on his cell. Glancing down he noticed it was from Harold and he frowned, the message detailed an early morning meeting with him. Stefan glanced towards the time on the clock and then to the evening news. It was a Saturday, what was the point of coming in on a Sunday for a meeting?

Stefan had this unsettling feeling in his gut as he went to his bedroom. His eyes strewn across his bed, the sheets were messy and tangled from the night before. The thought of Rosalie popped in his mind as soon as her scent was inhaled.
He sighed uttering to himself as he settled on the bed closing his eyes in attempts to get some form of sleep.

The bright morning sun of dawn peeked through his silk curtains and hovered over his closed lid eyes. He groaned as he fixated himself to get up on his feet as he glanced at the time. It was nearly 9:00 a.m. and he had to be up and ready at the high school by 9:30. Stefan got dressed in his black slacks, white collared shirt and leathered boots tucked under the rim of his pants. Stefan headed down the hallway "Damon I'll be back" he called back to his half sleep deprived best friend as he whisked his keys off the wall mount.

It wasn't long before Stefan was in his impala and was driving down the road towards the High School, he was only a ten minute drive away. When pulling into the parking lot, he noticed the same back van and Harold's green Chevy truck parked out front. His face twitched slightly as pulled out his phone and dialed up his father's number "Hey dad can you come down to the High school day in 30 minutes" He left the voicemail with a bye.

Stefan dangled the keys to the high school doors as he unlocked it and walked to the school receptionist office. He could hear the thunderous heartbeats of two people, one belonging to Harold and one who made his blood run cold. Stefan wasted no time getting into the conference room, his eyes glowering with anger as his depths strained to catch the look on James Helms face as he saw the young man.

"Stefan, welcome" Harold cleared his throat to break the silence as Stefan adjusted his tye sparing a glance at the Headmaster. "Good morning Harold, James" Stefan said sitting down, his hands cropped together as he felt the awkwardness shifted in the air and the determination that pulled the eyebrows of James Helms into a frown. "I know your probably wondering why I called you here" Harold said grabbing his laptop, "there were some allegations made and I wanted to address it before the proper authorities were called" His eyes held regret and remorse.