Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Chapter 5

I thought it was over, but it wasn't. There I was, idly sitting on my bed the next night, staring at the person whom I wished to forget. So, the calm n peace will never continue. I beamed him with slightfully terrified eyes.

"What are you doing here?" my voice shuddered by that bit. He smiled. His aqua eyes looked into mine like droplets of clear waters. "Dreams."

I hated it when he gave me answers which I didn't understand. But some part of me wished not to understand. Instead I noticed something else. "You're looking different today, what special thing are you going to do now?"

He stood still, flashing his charming smile at me. Oddly, there wasn't the slightest breeze in my room, yet his indigo hair swayed gently from side to side, like the reposed wind in a calm grassland. Lights sparkle as they reflected from his dark tuxedo. Although his black tie was obviously crooked, but the whole package was just right to make light-heart girls faint. I kept looking at his still-water eyes, afraid to enter further into his thoughts, because I knew that once I do, there was no way out.

"I come for you, my darling," he spoke, after a long silence. "But please, stop the staring would you please?"

Immediately I broke my gaze and looked away. He noticed, oh no. I quickly brought my thoughts to rest and steadied myself. But, that wasn't the point. What? Come for me? My eyes widened as I replied, "W-What? Why?"

A playful smile emerged for that one second. He fixed his tuxedo and said, "It's a long story but I'll cut it short. You, can see me. You, are not normal, so you, are coming with me. Understood?"

I stared at him, my mind clearly filled with blank pages. Well, that didn't explain anything, did it? With a twist I lied down on my bed, my back facing him. "Now I can't see you, I can't see nothing."

I didn't see his face, but his aura felt calm, not affected by my oblivious attitude. The wind playing in his hair started to subside.
"It concerns your mother, Alicia."

Automatically my eyes popped out. He is making less and less sense. I smirked at him, "Yeah right, like something is going to happen to her."

His eyebrows danced a bit, "But something IS going to happen to her, and I need your help, if you don't want your mother to be granted eternal slumber."

I shivered by the thought of it. My mother was the only family I had. My father and my younger sister were granted eternal slumber - as he said- when I lost them in a car crash years ago. Now, my mother holds the family together, although there is only two members. She was tough, inside out, and as independent as anyone you can think of. The only compensation for holding power in her hands was her regressing health. So he did not fail to hold my attention to his explanation.

"I-Is it the False?" I asked, hands clutched too tightly. He nodded and replied, "I need your help, to save her."

"But what can I do? I'm nothing! I can only see you, what else? This is absurd-"
"I need your blood."

I locked my eyes with his, my hands held so tight that it hurt. A gush of panic rushed down my spine, my erythrocytes turning alert. Instantly I backed away from him.

He waited for me to calm down, and continued, "The False had sensed your family bloodline. Your blood is not the same. It holds something I can not tell you now, and since they failed in taking you away, they'll target your mother."

"When will they come?"
"Tonight, half an hour from now." His calm face now serious, body stern and alert.
"This is too much, what is there to do with our bloodline and the False?" I dared not look at him.
"There is not much time, darling," he ignored my question and continued with his own, "So, are you willing to?"

He reached out his hand in front of me, patiently waiting for my answer. The invisible wind flowed between his hair to his hand, the unseen magic circling his fingers. A faint breeze succeeded to reach my cheeks, pleading me to hold his hand.
Doubts twirling in my mind, I hesitated. But it was concerning my mother, my bloodline, my all. The fog clouding my thoughts suddenly cleared away. I cannot back away from this.

I grabbed his hand firmly and agreed. Out of the blue, the wind from his hand swiftly blew to my hand, surrounded my body and to my hair. A magnificent power lifted me from the ground, and I swore I thought I was floating. My auburn hair risen and fell from my shoulders in a melody, and a sense of peacefulness entwined my soul. The smell of wind and waters surrounded me, cleansing my body from head to toe. He smiled.

Once I felt my legs were back on the ground, I sensed something different in me. My body was light and it felt immensely carefree. So this is how he feels like every day.

I walked closer to him and he shuddered. I reached for his tie and fixed it.
"At least fix your crooked tie before we go, Lucanius."
He smiled warmly.
"Yes, Alicia."