Walking a bit away from that stone house, she looked back and there was a glint of an unknown sparkle on her face.
"A lethal blood", only three words uttered, breaking the creepiness.
She quickly disappeared into something.
A week later, Lysandra was sick, she was getting week with each passing day. Hilda was quite worried but doctor assured her it was just a common cold and fever.
Lysandra was sleeping heavily under the effects of medicines. Hilda was sitting beside her, the dim light of candle was making her glowy face even more paler than before. She caressed her cheeks, mumbling a silent prayer for her to get well. Hilda got up, blow out the burning candles,leaving her in darkness behind.
Maybe there was nothing horrible than that temporary darkness. A shadow was lurking in her balcony, looking eagerly at the unconscious cold body behind a glass door.
Even the emotions of shadow were not more than a nothingness. A sweet nothingness, a dark nothingness.
Breaths of the shadow were more than an echo, tearing the drop dead silence or heaviness.
Morning slowly crept into a dull day, with nothing much different. A hooded figure who was part of that unknown darkness maybe, had a heavy built with strong red inked arms. He was wandering here and there as if he was waiting for something.
"Only a week, my lord!", an old voice cracked. Five words gave him a hope or something else.
He only noded in response and gulped a glass of dark liquid down his dry throat.
Lysandra got better but sometimes her body tremble as if her energy was draining. Only a day was left till her twentieth birthday but she wasn't feeling anything. After a recovery, she seemed to be drowned, staring the grey walls of her bedroom.
Her body didn't seemed to be in her control_ instead.... but Hilda didn't noticed anything.
Maybe things were slowly getting towards another end! A dark end. Who knows? It was not a dream but it could be something more than that which everyone seemed to be unaware or didn't cared at all but it needed to be.....
Hilda was planning to had decent, light birthday party. She wanted to bake a big chocolate cake with her favourite delicacies. She started to prepare in the evening while Lysandra was in her bedroom, reading a book.
Evening turned into a night, it was a mistake to call it a night.
Full bright moon was hung on the dark skies in between the billion stars. Heavy silence of the night was something of a beauty. Everything, even the stones were thinking that the night....this night would bring chaos but it was as usual. It crept away as it came, slowly without making a noise but left something...a scar!!