Caleb watched Ambrose as he looked at him.  Ambrose looked as if he wanted to rip Caleb a new one, but he didn't, and when Caleb's hand touched Ambrose's hand that gripped his collar, Ambrose immediately retracted as if he didn't want Caleb to touch him.  Caleb scoffed and shook his head, but then Ambrose began talking, asking him if he was mad because he was shot down.  Granted being shot down did hurt him, but Caleb was more upset because he bore his soul to Ambrose and Ambrose acted as if it were nothing, as if the night before didn't happen, as if it were just all a mistake and that is what caused Caleb to build a wall and distance himself from Ambrose.  Perhaps he was right when Ambrose had informed him during their talk that he was the mean one.

The words hit hard and Caleb held in his emotion as best he could.  His eyes betrayed him as they showed the hurt, but his face was firm.  He didn't reply but Ambrose cut him off and started walking in front of him.  The walk there was silent and when they arrived Alex was sitting in a chair twiddling his thumbs.  When he saw Caleb arrive, he glared.

"What's going on?" Alex asked as Caleb stepped from behind Ambrose.

"We need to know what it is you saw last night at the party," Caleb spoke in a hushed tone.  Alex's eyes widened in fear and he shook his head.

"NO!" he yelled as Caleb glared daggers.

"See, I tried your way," Caleb shot at Ambrose before he grabbed Alex by the shoulder.  Their eyes locked and almost instantly Alex's body went limp.  It was scary, watching Caleb wield his gifts so effortlessly.  He was both a danger and support to those around him, but he was able to maintain his recklessness until now.  He was sure Ambrose would have something to say, but when he turned and shot a deadly glare in Ambrose's direction, he hoped that Ambrose would not approach.

"Sorry Alex, we need to know," Caleb said as he moved Alex's limp form to the floor.  He knelt by his head and placed his hands on either side of Alex's head.  Closing his eyes he spoke in Latin, his voice echoing slightly.  The room became cold, unbearably cold.  There was a reason it was forbidden magic.  Caleb's form seemed to darken as he delved into Alex's mind, borrowing into his memories and retrieving what they needed.  The entire time Alex's body convulsed, jerking wildly as if he was in pain, and in truth he was.  Delving into the mind was a very painful process only done if someone were being interrogated or in prison.  Then something happened neither of them expected.  Alex stopped moving and Caleb opened his eyes.  The memory had stopped.  Caleb had witnessed what it was Alex had seen that night, but Alex's body, particularly his face was growing pale.  When Caleb looked down at Alex he gritted his teeth.

"Damnit Alex, breath," Caleb said checking his pulse.  Alex's heart had stopped.  He looked up at Ambrose and then back at Alex before he hovered his hand over Alex's chest.  He exhaled and concentrated.  "iam evigilare faciatis!" His voice seemed ethereal as he spoke, the kind of voice that made the hairs on your arm stand up on end.  His hand sparked with power as he thrust it down on Alex's chest.  Alex shot up into a sitting position gasping and screaming.  He looked at them both and then glared at Caleb.

"GET OUT!" he seethed.  Caleb stood up slowly and smirked walking by Ambrose, allowing his shoulder to knock against his as he kept walking not saying a word.  When he got outside he exhaled and ran a shaky hand over his face.  Alex trembled as he sat on the floor realizing what had just been done to him.  He didn't know Caleb had it in him, but he did.  He was shocked and disappointed that Caleb had used dark magic.

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