Two of the girls effortlessly lift you, laying you on Claire's bed.
Claire sits on the edge of the bed, stroking your hair gently. "Oh
James..you've always been so sweet to me," she sighed softly. You
struggle to get a response out, but she lays a single finger on your
lips, silencing you.
"Shh..James..just listen," she said, shushing you with a smile that
was one part sarcastic and one part genuine tenderness. Your eyes are
open wide in panic as you realize you don't even have the strength to
fight this minor order.
"I need a protector, James. We ALL do. Someone who can go where we
can't. Someone who can protect us if the demon hunters come. I choose
you, James..I choose YOU," she said, leaning in to kiss your lips
deeply, and you surge with a bit of strength, but rather than using it
to fight her or get away, you simply wrap your arms around her back
and rub it, pulling her more tightly to you.
She pulls away, smiling. "Thank you, James..." her voice is soft, and
she blushes slightly. Was it genuine, or is this all part of an
elaborate ruse, you wonder.
In the meantime, the girls have busily been clearing the floor where
you'd been tackled, pulling up the rug to reveal a blood red pentagram
etched into the hard wood of the floor. Your eyes widen in alarm as
you see it, and again, you start to open your mouth to speak, but she
lays her finger on your lips again, shushing you and shaking her head
slightly. "Don't worry, James..you're going to be stronger for this.
You have to be if you're our guardian.."