Chapter 5: Kiss

Kiss

"HUH? SO, you did that, Syrie?" Vernon was shocked when he found out what had happened in my confrontation with Volter.

I nodded. "I don't know why I believed Marcus in the first place."

"But why do those werewolves want to kill you if they're already under the authority of Volter?" Trina asked.

I looked seriously at Trina as well as Vernon. "What do you mean?"

"I’m just confused, Syrie." She paused for a moment. "If Marcus was lying, why did he kill those wolves from his race? Also, this is not the first time Volter's disciples have tried to kill you. If it wasn't Volter, maybe someone else was behind it," Trina explained, as she tried to connect the past incidents.

I was speechless at the sudden realization. Trina is right, this is not the first time Volter's allies have wanted to kill me. If not Volter, who? Was it a vampire or a wolf behind those attacks?

"And who's going to do that to you?" Vernon also wondered.

"I have no idea," I replied confused. "Whoever he is, I need to know," I determinedly promise. I will not let anyone behind that attack interfere with my plans.

"How so?" Trina inquired and sat down on the sofa.

"I also don't know Trina. All I need to know is who wants to kill me."

I don't know now who I should trust if even those who should be on my side seem to want to kill me. If so, I still have to be observant of both wolves and vampires near me, because maybe one of them is planning to kill me.

 -

"IT'S NOT Volter, Marcus, there's someone else who wants me to die," I said emphatically to Marcus when he came to the stream.

He just smiled. "If it's not Volter, who is it?" he asked.

"I don’t know yet, and I need to know who he is," I said boldly, expressing my determination to know the culprit.

"I can help if you want," he offered.

"How?"

"I have a plan." Marcus sat on the large crack in the rock and gestured for me to approach him.

I slowly walked closer to him. "What's your plan?" I said directly.

"It's already working, Syrie. Just trust my plan and you'll know who's behind the attacks on you," he said, oozing with confidence.

"How can you be sure that your plan will succeed?" 

I don’t know if it is right for me to trust Marcus' plan, even though he is an opponent and should not be trusted. I will always remember in my mind that everything we do is just a plan. I’ll try to get close to Marcus even though he is an enemy and a threat to my plans.

"I don't know Syrie, just trust me and you'll know who they are." Marcus stood up from sitting and looked at the clear water of the stream.

"Come here, Syrie," he called me.

I did not immediately comply with him. My eyebrows rose, but eventually, I still followed and approached him. I leaned over him and also looked at the clear water where he was looking.

"What? Do you plan to take a bath?" I asked. Based on how he looked at the water, it was as if he wanted to jump in there anytime.

"Do you see yourself in the water, Syrie?" Marcus suddenly asked me.

I frowned at his question, which was so useless because he already knew the answer.

"Yes, why?"

Marcus bent down and picked up a medium-sized rock on the ground. I was surprised when he threw the rock into the water, which made the calm water move and ruined my reflection.

"Someone distorted your image, Syrie. The one you saw in the calm water, shouldn't be you," Marcus said meaningfully while looking at the water.

"I don't understand, Marcus, what do you mean?" I said, looking at him as I frowned. I struggled to understand everything he said.

"You don't know a lot about yourself or even the people around you," he continued.

And what does this man know about me? The way he talked was as if he knew me better than the people around me.

I'm sorry Marcus, I'm not easy to get if that's what he thinks. He can’t convince me with his lies and fabricated stories.

"Wait, Marcus, I'm confused. Can you please clarify what you’ve said?" I had to act interested in him so that I could still win his heart.

He turned around and faced me, "You will also know everything when the time comes, Syrie. I hope that you will accept all the truths that you’ll discover," he said seriously while looking into my eyes. It was so deep that it seemed to take me somewhere, and that made me feel weird.

I don't know, but there is a part of me that wants to believe what he says. But I shouldn't believe him because he is an enemy.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly. "What's the truth, Marcus? What do you know about me? I want to know. "

"I'm sorry, Syrie. I can't tell you everything yet. There's a right time for that." He approached me and kindly looked me in the eyes. I felt him take my hands and he gently squeezed them. When he put his right hand on my cheek and caressed me tenderly, that conveyed a variety of feelings. It was as if something in my stomach was causing my chest to throb rapidly. I also feel my face getting hot. I don’t know if this feeling is right.

"Please, if you know the truth, just trust me, Syrie," he stated meaningfully.

I couldn’t move immediately because I could feel Marcus' body on me. I also imprinted in my mind not to believe what he was saying. He will just deceive me. But, no matter how hard I tried, there was a voice in my head telling me that what I had heard might be true.

I smiled, struggling to resist the temptation that enveloped me. "All right, I'll believe you, Marcus, because you told me to believe you," I said. I'll just do everything he tells me to.

"I will protect you, Syrie, as long as you believe in me." Marcus smiled sweetly and pressed his face even closer to mine until our foreheads were touching. I could not resist. "I will risk my life just to save and protect you. You know that you're important to me, Syrie. "

His breath enters my nose. I can’t help but smell it, which is like mint. The words that he has said are so pleasing to my ears. Maybe if he is not my enemy, I might consider loving him.

"Just protect me, but don't risk your life for me," I whispered back. "Please, help me get to know you and myself, Marcus."

It's part of the plan, Syrie will ride him with whatever he says. My mind agreed with that reminder. That’s right, I can more easily get inside him if I focus on what he says. But I cannot deny the fact that I was affected by what I heard from him, as if I were part of it.

Marcus nodded and stroked my cheek again. The two of us met eyes as if there was energy there, causing us not to let go. Just now I felt like this, a fast heartbeat, joy, and indescribable excitement and joy. What have you done to me, Marcus? Why would I react to you like this? I know you are an enemy, but why do you have a different effect on me?

I was shocked as I felt Marcus's lips touch mine. I don’t know how to respond. I also don’t know why my hands didn’t push him.

His lips moved slowly as mine remained in that position. I could just feel her soft lips.

That kiss took a while before we both let go. I bowed as I rubbed my lips. I feel like my cheeks are red with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Marcus, I don't know how to kiss," I said softly.

If this is one way for me to easily gain his trust, I will do so for my plan to enter their world and find the moon-carved tattoo in right hand of a Werewolves. But I can't deny I liked that kiss too. That was my first time.

Marcus didn't respond for a moment; I only heard him laugh, which was nice to hear.

"You're a great fighter, but you don't know how to kiss?" He said, still laughing.

I frowned, looked up at him, and backed away. "Are you happy, Marcus? I've spent my entire life fighting in the middle of the woods," I explained.

"Sweetie, I'm just kidding," he said, still laughing. He approached me and put his mouth to my ear. "I'm satisfied with your kissing skills, Syrie," he whispered.

My body shivered because of Marcus's breath and when he bit my ear. I can’t determine what this weird sensation I felt was.

It was very romantic, but I quickly slapped him on the arm. "Stop flirting with me, Marcus," I sighed." While he continued to laugh as he defended himself from my slap.

"Uh-uh!"

I just laughed for reasons I don't know. It looks like my plan will be fun because of Marcus’s style.

Go on, just flirt with me until I finally hold you by the neck. In then I got the last laugh and I’m sure that you’ll show me what I'm looking for.

 -

"HOW'S the plan, Syria?" Persuz greeted me when I came home from the forest where Marcus and I met.

I go straight to the sofa. "Don't worry, it's working, Persuz," I confirmed to him with a sweet smile.

"Well, that's good, Syrie," he said, smiling. "But remember, they're still opponents, and if you fall for that guy, you'll be the one who loses," she reminded me that there appeared to be doubt in my ability and my plan.

"You don't need to remind me, Persuz, I know my limitations," I said solemnly. Do I know my limitations in this plan?

"In that case, good luck." She stood up and smiled, then walked out of the house.

I already know the possibility of this plan happening, and I’m ready for all of it. My heart is protected even though I admit that I was affected by what Marcus was doing to me.

 -

"HEY! Who told you that you could hug me, huh?" I immediately stopped Marcus when he suddenly hugged me when I reached the stream where we always meet.

Marcus frowned and tantrumed like a child. "You're so mean, I just want to hug you," he says. "I just missed you."

I laughed at his reaction. "We just met yesterday? How come you missed me already? One more thing, we are not yet official, Marcus," I clarified.

There was great hope in my heart that my plan would succeed. It looks like Marcus has fallen for me, and I can use that against him.

"So? Even if we've kissed?" I nodded, frowning at Marcus' face. "Uh-uh, fine," he added as he raised both hands in the air in a sign of surrender.

I just laughed and was shaken by Marcus' mischief. "How's your plan, Marcus?" I suddenly asked a serious question.

I have to find out what his plan is. Which can assist me in determining who else is my adversary around me.

"It's working, but there's no progress yet." Suddenly, his mischief disappeared and was replaced by seriousness.

"I tried to observe Volter’s camp, and I saw nothing suspicious there other than more and more werewolves in the camp."

 Marcus was worried, drawing anger on his face. "Damn!" I heard him mutter something as I could see the anger on his face. "Is this how Volter plays? He will use werewolves to kill their kind."

I don’t know why, but I felt pity and sympathy for Marcus. I want to hug him and say everything will be okay and that the werewolves will also return to where they should be. I don’t know, maybe it’s part of my being?

This is wrong, Syrie. I cannot feel sorry for their race, and it’s not my problem whatever happens to them. I woke up thinking of that reminder.

"Trust your pack, Marcus. If anyone leaves to fight you, there is still someone there to fight and defend the race of werewolves," I said seriously but pretending. I don’t know if it is fake or not.

I kept stabbing myself in the mind that I was here for my plan and not to sympathize with the wolves and feel sorry for them.

"And I'm hoping that you're one of those werewolves who are there to fight for our clan, Syrie," he turned to me.

I was speechless and averted my eyes from Marcus. That will never happen because I will not join the people who killed my family. I am against them and will never be an affiliate.