"Serilda, are you okay!?" the woman but exclaimed when she saw just how pale her daughter now looked as she sat on the ottoman before her vanity table.
Oblivious to the fact that the young woman was simply panicked from being caught so off guard. Clearing her throat, she tried to act nonchalant, as if she didn't have a 6'5ft man hiding away in her bathroom, or at least that was where she hoped he was hiding, because from the lack of her mother's screams she knew he was out of sight, but he wasn't gone either for heat still clung to her skin.
"I'm fine mother, I just happened to stub my toe when you called out for me is all" letting out an airy chuckle, "You sort of startled me" she said as if embarrassed by her clumsiness. She missed the amused look that came onto her mother's face as she looked at her daughter, more intrigued than not, wondering just what it was she was hiding.
For not only did she know her daughter well to know when she was lying, the fact that she had those platform sneakers on her feet exposed her daughter's lie. Perhaps if she had said she knocked her knee on the vanity wood rather, perhaps then she might have been fooled. Having utter trust in her daughter however, she simply smiled shaking her head off, and said
"Do you want me to cook you dinner?" Serilda could detect amusement in her mother's tone when she asked, and she was quick to shake her head no
"No thank you, I'm full, might have binged on popcorn when Amanda was here" she said truthfully this time. Now fully curious, she folded her arms and leaned against the doorframe, she asked her daughter
"Oh really, how Was seeing her again?" to which her daughter shrugged
"It was fine again, it was sort of nice to hang out with someone other than you guys again" she confessed.
"I see, so all is well then, should I expect sleep overs anytime soon?" Serilda thought the notion over, for that was what their routine had included when they were still best friends.
"Maybe" she could only give that simple reply as she fiddled with her fingers and quite impatiently so. As if sensing this, the mother simply nodded and muttered
"Okay then, sleep tight honey" before she closed the door on her way out. Serilda only returned the words with a sigh of relief.
"Now that your mother mentioned it, are you sick?" Zephyr all but made himself visible again, looking toward the seated young woman, who only furrowed her brows and said
"I don't feel sick, why so you ask, do I look sick?" she asked, her tone almost panicked, only out of fear of looking horrendous before her magical man, for how else was she to explain his existence, she found she was weirdly receptive of that notion as well.
"You look paler than the first time I met you" he explained. It was when he decided to invade her body that he found something most peculiar.
As his essence brushed against her aura, he found that it felt familiar, like he should know what it was, except his mind couldn't grasp it. Detecting no sickness however, he let out a sigh of relief himself, for her knew humans were most prone to be riddled with life threatening diseases, and he didn't fancy the notion of that being the case where his Serilda was concerned.
"Oh" was the only response she could give. Thinking about what could have possibly turned her paler in a week, although the thought of the insistent thirst that subtly raged in her throat made her question, if whether she really was on the brink of catching something, she kept it to herself, and decided she would wait it out, and should the situation worsen, she'd ask her mother to take her for a check-up.
"Anyways, care to tell me who, or what you are? I mean no one just appears and disappears out of nowhere" "Are you magical?" she rambled out and the man could only smile and settle on the foot of her bed again
"Very perceptive" he said, a slight tease in his tone, cracking a smile of her own she retorted
"Well I sort of have to be, since I don't have much working for me" giving a nonchalant shrug. This however didn't make him chuckle, but he rather grated his teeth and said
"You have a lot working for you little rose, what I'd like to know is, Who made you think otherwise" she could tell from his tone that he was just about ready to hunt whoever it might be down. Her heart gave an unexpected squeeze at the sentiment, slowly shaking her head she said
"No one did. And as much as I appreciate you trying to make me think otherwise, I am well aware of my downfalls." Zephyr only bristled further at the fact that she was so quick to tear herself down, with his beast on the verge of tearing through simply to teach her a lesson. That nothing of his was ever meant to feel any less than everybody else. He ground out
"Oh yeah, and what are they?" he questioned. Serilda couldn't understand what she said to make him sound so angry, with her own smile gone, she faced where she estimated he sat, irritated herself, that he couldn't see the obvious and making her say them out loud, as if to torture her by that somehow. She spoke up either way
"Well first of all, I'm blind, and secondly, unless you're blind too, you must have already noticed I'm scared, I may not see it, but touch can see just as clearly too. I'm riddle with fear so much so it has imprisoned me within my own home, I can't step off the premises without quavering in my boots. I am nothing but a weak coward, a prey for the evil. Need I say more" she now had tears streaming down her face as she thought of what had happened three years ago, the fact that she had been so easily targeted.
She sometimes wondered that if she weren't so blind, could that have happened. His heart all but ached from her tone, from what it told and he couldn't help the clenching of his fists piecing holes into his palms with his claws having extended, all with hungry desire to hunt whoever had hurt her so, down, only to make them experience the worst kind of torture. He hadn't been there to protect her, however, he would be there now, and he'd be damned before he'd allow her to think so lowly of herself
"I see, so how have you survived this long if you're such a weak coward, because this world is only for the strong and brave hearted" she found herself incapable of coming up with an argumentative response. Sitting in her own silence, he walked toward her, grabbed her hands only to stand her up.
"And if you're so atrocious to look at" he started again, only for his hand to fist her hair that was in a ponytail, pulling her head aside only to expose her neck, she could feel his warm breath on her skin, the feeling scalding, her own breath all but hitched
"How is that I find you to be so devastatingly beautiful that I'm on the edge of losing my control with the look of you so submissive to my presence. If you're ever going to be weak, little rose," licking is lips only to trail them near her ear, he whispered "it'll only be with you writhing beneath me, not for any unworthy scoundrel out there, but the very touch and feel of me. And if you're going to be a coward then it'll only be because of the size of me, fear of me ripping you open."
He couldn't keep from smirking when he felt her let out a shuddering breath. She couldn't understand how he made her feel just about ready to give herself to him. His words ringing in her ears, she couldn't keep her tears from spilling all over again, for although she was yet to truly know the man so close to her, what he thought of her seemed to mean the world. Hence her heart beat erratically at being touched so intimately by him.
"Serilda, you may view your blindness as your downfall, but it's one I'm most glad for because this way, you can't see me for the monster that I am" he concluded, caressing her face as if she were something as fragile as glass.
"Zephyr, why do I feel this way?" she questioned then, to which the man smirked and boldly said
"Because you're mine" adding a nonchalant shrug as if stating the obvious. Further furrowing her brows, she lightly shook her head
"I still don't understand" she informed. Just then he felt a pinch to his mental nerve and he looked upon the young woman before him in both guilt and yearning, for he was about to leave her again, and no matter how much he wanted to take her with him, he couldn't, not yet. Deciding it would be safer for her to remain in her realm for the time being.
"You will soon" those were his parting words before he pecked her forehead and tenderly so, feeling the farewell in it, her heart clenched as he disappeared.
Serilda stood in thought as he disappeared on her yet again, she realised then that he hadn't exactly answered her question on what he was, nor what he meant when he said she was his.
Shaking her head, her mind felt abuzz with endless thoughtd that barely made sense, although his ability to simply appear and disappear sort of proved him to be more than a mere human, she thought perhaps he was a warlock of some sort, only to scoff at herself for supernatural have always and always will be a made up theory used in fantastical books and movies.
Not in the mood to endure a headache that would come with trying to make sense of everything, her cheeks came aflame as she thought of just how sensual a moment they had just had and she shuddered at the mere thought of it. His scent still lingered about the room, same for the heat that still wrapped around her, although it was more faint, it was still there.
Perhaps that was the reason for the lack of nightmares in her dreams, for all she came to dream about was a land that seemed like a paradise for her. She could see clear as day and what she saw left her in awe and a deep yearning, a wish that such a place truly existed. The unicorn she came to know as Lumina seemed to be her eternal companion for she seemed to be stuck with her through out her exploring of the magical place.
It was all bliss and pearly laughter until she felt compelled to pluck a crimson ball of fruit from the tree that had a white strong bark and twigs that dangled the crimson balls of sweetness in an enticing dance as the breeze blew by. It felt luke warm to the touch, and silky smooth in her hand, and as she brought it up to her lips, the moment her teeth pierced the flesh of it, nothing but sweet juicy texture draped on her tongue only to sooth her parched throat.
And that was when she woke up heaving and gaging as if she had just eaten something vile, perhaps just so, for now all she tasted, smelt, was thick metallic on her tongue and the stench simply made her gag more, caring less for her sudden need to drink something for her throat thirsted for something and intensely so.
Gone was the sweet juiciness she had felt in her dream as she scrambled out of bed only to run toward her bedroom, with the faucet leaking clean fresh water, she made to wash her tongue off of the disturbing taste. For her human mind was still to comprehend the notion of living off of such a delicacy if she were to survive long.
Her teeth and mouth now freshly brushed, although it was overwhelmed by the mint toothpaste, the scent still lingered but faintly so. She decided it would have to do unless she aimed to brush her tongue raw. Walking back into her room, her feet led her to her bedside counter and with the press of a button, she knew it was five am.
Feeling like her mind was on a quick spiral into insanity for who wakes up choking from something that highly resembled blood, it was just so, that she suspected herself to be truly giving into madness. She changed into her work out clothes and made to march toward the room reserved just for her in her home.