Isha didn't feel like eating anymore, covering his hands with his face as he shut his eyes tight. Neither of the girls knew what to do, staring at him worryingly. They glanced at eachother and then at Mr. Ilan as he walked in.
"Isha…" His tone was soft, soothing even, as he walked towards the young man. Isha stood up before the old man got close enough to put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine. I just… I just need some air." And with that he walked outside into the early December cold. Isha didn't care about the snow floating into him though. It was about ten at night, the club across the street practically shaking with the noise it generated.
But he didn't pay any mind to it, charging off down the sidewalk, Rose walking behind him.
"Isha, do you-" She began in a soft voice, but Isha cut her off.
"Rose, I just want to be alone right now. Please go home. I know you can be there by yourself. So please." He demanded to her, his voice rigid as he walked, hands clasped against his nose, as though he were praying.
"But… I don't want you to be alone. I'm worried Isha, you're acting weird." She pleaded with him, tugging on his shirt hem a bit.
"For the love of Christ!" Isha whipped around, staring down at her. "I am always alone! It's what I'm used to! And why would I care to be alone with someone who tried to kill me?" He shouted at her, clenching his fist.
"Why the hell are you even acting this close to me! It's not even been a week! So just go and fuck off somewhere already!" He finished, feeling the veins on his neck bulge out.
"I… But…" Rose looked as though she were about to cry. She went to reach her hand out to Isha but stopped, looking down at the ground before disappearing.
"God damnit!" Isha howled, slamming his fist into a nearby wall. He shouldn't have told her what he did, but he couldn't help it. He rested his head against the wall, leaving his fist in the dent he made there.
"It's better this way. For her to hate me." He told himself, staring down at the ground. "At least I hope she does." She may have tried to kill him, but she was obviously by no means a bad person. Isha was just the first person she'd seen in a few hundred years.
"The same with May…" He sighed to himself. May was such a gentle girl she couldn't even kill aa person for her well-being. She probably had to force herself to eat those two demons.
Isha was different. He slaughtered children. He could have tried to save them. Like he tried to save Gabriel. But no, he just killed them as told.
"I don't know who I am anymore. But whoever it is, I don't deserve to be happy." He stated, falling to the ground, sitting against the wall. He felt the snow start to build a bit around him as he sat there.
"I should have saved them. Even if it meant my death. No, it would have been better if I died." Isha closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. He was nothing but a monster. Isha didn't move as he sat there, letting the snow overtake him.
He then heard a drop of liquid, hitting the surface of a larger body of liquid. He opened his eyes, light nearly blinding him. He was no longer on the snowy sidewalk, but rather in a meadow, next to a small house. The entire area had a forest a few hundred feet away, surrounding it. A small path leading from the house and into the woods.
Isha was sat outside in the grass, the feeling of sunlight on his body. The scent of grass, and the sound of a river not too far away. The house as well as the butterflies, birds, and the sounds of other wildlife. It felt so nostalgic to him. And yet, he didn't remember being here.
Thinking about it again, he honestly didn't remember much before joining college. But as the other him had told him, it never bothered him. He never attempted to find out why. One day he just simply was. His first memory was really the entrance ceremony to the university.
He let out a sigh as he thought to himself. Why didn't he try to find out more? He was so foolish to just accept it and carry on.
"Isha. Come and join me for a cup?" Turning his head to the voice, he saw the other him. The self-proclaimed human. He was standing on the porch to the small house. "I'm brewing tea, I think you'll like the flavor." He added.
Isha slowly stood up, brushing some of the dirt and grass off of him as he made his way to the other him. The wood flooring creaking slightly under him as he walked onto the deck and in through the door.
The entryway went directly into the living room, which was furnished with a plush and comfortable looking blue couch. Nearby the couch was a large shelf of books, and beside that, a radio on a small stand.
Isha kept feeling the nostalgia growing as he yearned for the place he never remembered being. He walked towards the dining room, sitting at the table in there, glancing out a window and then down at a tea cup that was set in front of him.
The other him was managing a kettle on the stove, putting two teabags in it. None of them spoke while the water boiled in the kettle, both of them watching the steam slowly rise from it.
"Where are we?" Isha asked him, breaking the silence after a bit. The other him was about to answer, but the howling of the kettle interrupted him, taking it off of the stove. He brought it over to Isha, pouring into the cup, and then setting out a cup for himself, pouring tea into that one as well and sitting down across from Isha, who took another glance around the place.
The house they were in wasn't too big, rather cozy. Glancing around, the kitchen and dining room were about three hundred square feet, the living room looking to be about two hundred. Isha didn't know about the rest of the house, but in these two rooms the floors were made of oak, the walls a light shade of blue.
Isha slowly picked up the cup, recognizing the taste and scent immediately, causing him to pause for a moment. Hibiscus.
"Interesting isn't it? No memories of the past. No idea who you are other than what you were presented with. And yet, you favor the same drink as us." The other him thought outloud. "And, where are we? This is my home. Or at least the place I recognize as such." He sat down, smiling softly at Isha as he drank a little bit of tea from his own cup.
"Why are we here?" Isha asked him, tilting his head. The other him looked up from his tea, looking back at Isha.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot." He started, looking outside at the meadow. "I talked with him, the one who was resealed. He agreed." The other Isha kept staring out the window as he drank his tea.
"How do you mean?" Isha furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, setting his cup down.
"As I said." He looked back at Isha. "We panicked. Me and him. We thought it'd be a bit more until that demon struck. So, we assumed things that we shouldn't have." He waved his hand a bit in front of him.
"Just don't think on what I told you about. It's not time to awaken yet." He added, the last half seeming more to him as he glanced down at his tea.
"I'm not sure what you mean?" Isha narrowed his eyes. He was starting to feel frustrated at the other him.
"Look. Enjoy life for now. We'll explain everything in due time. We just rushed a little out of panic, especially when we discovered Charles and Rei were ex exorcist." He explained, talking about Mr. Ilan and his pupil.
"But… So, you don't want me to remember." Isha tilted his head as he asked the other him.
"Remember… Right. Yes, I do. But you need to get stronger first. The Rei lady, train with her as Charles suggested. Also go apologize to Rose. Think about it, you're right. You're the first person she's talked to in a few hundred years. She's excited and dysfunctional. But, so are you. Afterall, you've quickly trusted the first people you met- remember, meeting." He seemed nervous at the end, scratching his cheek like Isha did.
"But the children I-"
"Yes, you killed them. That's something you'll need to come to terms with. At least you have to do." He replied, mumbling the last bit.
"Why at least me?" Isha asked. The other him froze a bit.
"Because, it will be easier for you. Especially since you don't remember. Oh, and you were right. About not being the same." He stuck his hand out for a handshake. Isha slowly obliged, grasping his hand. "My name is actually Grigori Ambrose. Just call me Greg." Isha took his hand, shaking it.
"Shouldn't your name… be the sane as mine?" Isha asked, tilting his head. Greg just waved his hand.
"All in due time. Anyway, I think it's about time you woke up. People are beginning to worry after all. Remember, for now live the life you want. Okay?" Isha nodded to Greg's words, taking another sip of the never-ending tea. "Good. Now I don't think I'll bother you for a bit. So, take the old man's advice. If you think about the kids, tell someone. See what goes from there."
"And if I have any thing I need to ask?" Greg waved his hand again.
"Just focus on getting stronger and enjoying your life. When I think you're ready I'll help you unseal him." Greg replied, gazing back out the window. Isha looked out the window as well.
"Before I go, he has a different name, too right? Since you do?" Isha asked, watching a butterfly land on a flower. A bitter smile grew on Greg's face, his eyes seeming to search for something in the meadow.
"His name? Felix. Felix Mormophisto." And with that the world faded again, sending Isha into another blinding light. "Now Isha, please, go and live a good dream." And he was again opening his eyes.