I was here watching the sunset with the most beautiful lady I’ve seen. I looked at her with admiration while she watched the sun set.She looked mesmerized, the orange and red colours gave her this glow.“Beautiful”The words escaped my mouth with out me knowing. She turned and looked at me, she smiled and it was breath taking. She leaned on me and rested her head on my shoulder. We sat there watching the sun set slowly in a peaceful silence. “Emma”I called out her name in a whisper, maintaining the silence. She rose her head and looked at me. Her eyes shun. I looked down at her lips. Tempting. I looked away quickly. I don’t know what is wrong with me today. Is it the sunset?“Let us go to the masquerade party, you and I”That was not why I called her but I had to think something reasonable to say”She blinked and drew her head back.“Uhh, are we forgetting a little detail?”She asked.“What, I asked puzzled”“My leg”She said“I can’t dance around with these”She continued tapping
I don’t know why I acted that way. I wanted to kiss her but I laughed instead. The hurt in her eyes when she opened them stabbed deep into me. I watched her silently on her writing table. She grabbed the ink well and dipped her pen in it after setting her paper but she never wrote anything. She looked like she had a debate going on in her head on whether or not to write. She chose not to and stood up to leave. I stood up too.“Where are you going?”I asked her My room”“Already?”“Yes, I am tired”“Are you not going to eat something first?”“Eat what? There is nothing to eat, I don’t want toast anymore”“Who said it’s toast? I got a few tricks up my sleeves”She studied me before talking .“Keep your tricks to yourself, I am not hungry, I just want to sleep”She said and left.She was lying, she was hungry. I heard her tummy grumble two or three times while she had a back and forth with herself.I stood and watched her leave. When she was gone I went to the kitchen to make dinner. I
I checked my clock and it was 7 minutes past three in the morning and I still have not slept a wink. I threw my legs out of my bed and turned my bed side lamp on. I grabbed my clutches from where they stood, in between my bed and my bed side table. I was going to get a glass of water and maybe pour myself some warm milk to aid my sleep. When I got to the door I put one of my clutches in my other hand to be able to turn the knob I tried a few times but it just would not budge, after a few clumsy attempts the knob turned on its own and the door became ajar I froze in fear. Was this another one of my nightmare. The door began to open slowly and I took two little steps back to have a reasonable distance between myself and what ever was at the other side of the door. When the door opened wide enough for me to see who was standing at the other side I saw it was Lucian.“what the heck are you doing here at this hour?”I yelled.“Do you think it’s funny trying to scare the life out of me each
I walked back to me and Lucian’s table. He had this knowing look on his face.“How was the rest room?”He asked leaning back in his seat “Fine”I answered while sitting down. ~•Lucian’s POV•~We got into the restaurant. Restaurant or a Café?It was not something too fancy but it was beautiful, had lots of flowers outside. Nicely furnished. Each table could have the maximum of eight people. The place was small and could only have about fifty six person at once. Each table had a vase with two daisies. We got to an empty table and everyone’s attention was diverted to us. I pulled out a chair for Emma and took her clutches from her then I took a seat across from her. A waitress came to our table and handed us a menu, smiled at me and left.I looked at the menu and the heading read Breakfast Café. So it is a Café. From what was on the menu the only things they had were mostly pastries then simple foods like pasta and noodles, and other breakfast foods. There was
I sat there staring at him. How did he manage to look better in casual wears. I was used to seeing him looking all gothic that I could barely recognize him. He was wearing a plain black t- shirt with a black sweat pants.“How do I looked?”He asked me spreading his arms “Different”I replied shaking my head “Different good or different bad”“Different good I answered”“I know “Of course still arrogant, clothes surely did not change that.“Well, I guess we have fulfilled all our agendas for today, let us go home “I said standing up from the chair and holding on to my clutches. “Not quite, still have a lunch to be present at”I had completely forgotten about the lunch he had with the waitress. “Oh that. I have forgotten. We have a problem”“What is it?”“You see the bags, I cannot carry them my self cause of these”She lifted up one of the clutches.“That would not be a problem. I would carry it home then we go get lunch “We? It almost sounded like he meant the both of us having
Lucian set the table and he dished out soup for both of us. It smelled so nice. I tasted it and it was divine. It felt nice to have someone care about you, even if I made it this way.I looked over at Lucian, his face wore no expression. It seems like the only time they did was when he was talking to me.“What is it?, don’t you like the food? Not to your liking?”I asked him He looked up from his plate and looked at me and he smiled.It was really only when he looked at me he had an expression.“It is to my liking”“Oh, doesn’t look like it”“What should I do, smile while I am eating?”He asked being sarcastic and I laughed a little. He shook his head and went back to eating.“You seem happy “He said after a while without looking at me“Mm?”I said with food in my mouth. I was not understanding him. Happy about what?“When the old lady came over. You were pleased to meet her”“What is wrong with that?”I asked him“Nothing, just strange. I thought you did not like the old lady”He a
Emma had made me return the bowls to the old lady. I just wanted to give them back and be on my way but she kept me busy. Young man you look strong, could you help me carry this item from over there to my backyard, I have been meaning to move it, but you see I don’t have that sort of strength any more.I had no choice but to accept. It was not just one task, there came many more and she kept trying to get information out of me concerning myself, concerning Emma and our so called relationship.With all these happening I realized she was just a lonely old lady who dwelled on gossip as a leisure activity like every other old person.She said she had two children, her son apparently died while serving while her daughter got married and moved away, had children but she never saw her after she got wedded.There was a short moment I felt uneasy. It came again and I could not ignore it.“Ma’am no matter how I am enjoying this talk we have going on I fear I have to leave now, I can not leave
I was cradled up on my bed, having the urge to cry. Would this change things between us. I don’t want things to be awkward between us. I always reprimanded myself for acting on impulse except this was not on impulse. I really wanted to and I felt that he would want the same cause of the look I saw in his eyes. Or I thought I saw in his eyes. I fell like an idiot. How would he see me now. I just wanted to sleep, wake up and not remember anything. ~•Lucian’s POV•~I could tell Emma was hurt but that was not my intention. She had kissed me but I stopped her. I felt like she was just over whelmed by every thing that had happened and sort for condolences. It was not like I did not want that too, I wanted it Soo bad but I did not want to do anything when I know she is not in her right state of mind. But would Emma see it that way? Would she not see it as a rejection. I tendered to her cuts and applied the ointment that Francis instructed me to and I excused my self.
EMMA’S POV I felt myself withdrawing from Lucien ever since yesterday , not because I was angry at him or anything.But because I felt guilty, it hurt me to see Lucien hurt everyday, and I couldn’t even bring myself to write In Lucien’s story, the smell of burnt paper tickling my nose every damn time. Although there wasn’t much damage done to the book, only the edges were burnt.Heck, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the damage that I had done.And it also hurt to see Lucien stay bed ridden, his fever not ceasing. So if I wanted him to back to normal, all I had to do was write it.So I had been staring at the blank page since morning, my hands vibrating as I stared intently into the page automatically willing the words to form of the blank pages magically. The inkwell was making strange disturbing noises, the sygils on the body changing, each symbol glowing in red lights. But I could hear Lucien groaning in pain, his cries biting into my skin. The pain made Lucien mad, so
EMMA’S POV I waited impatiently for Lucien, ensuring that I clogged my ears with my ear buds.I was sure Lucien used strings of curses that always made me fall asleep. But today, I was going to make sure that none of that happened, I was going to make sure that we talked things out like the adult that we were.I could not bring myself to be angry at him, even though he deserved it. I just couldn’t bring myself to.I was way more attached to Lucien than he could ever imagined, and I needed him to assure me that whatever this was, he was going to figure it out.I needed him now more than ever, and he needed to know this too. So I waited for him, drawing the curtains up so I could see when he walked in. I had started to loose hope because it was just a few minute into mid night fatigue eating into me and I slowly started feeling sleepy. I hastily stood up and did thirty jumping Jacks, I made my way hastily to the kitchen to make a hot cup of coffee. The rich compensating me. I deci
LUCIEN’S POV I could not let Emma’s little antiques get to me, I knew she needed clarification. But I couldn’t; how could I clarify things that I didn’t have answers to?That was why I avoided the house like a plague, downing my entire life in the town's bar; not even the underground battles that took place every night could douse this feeling. An emotion so raw it ate into me. Although I have always won all the underground battles, I have amassed a lot of wealth after each battle.And it didn’t help the fact that Emma waited on the couch every night, a cup of coffee in her hand.And I always had to do an unconscious spell, watching as her head hit the pillow every single time before I left her there. I could not necessarily carry her into the room, she would suspect that I was the one that who had carried her every single night.SO I just made myself comfortable on The floor next to her stared into her face as she lay there unconscious. Her face devoid of any emotion as she slep
EMMA’S POV Ever since that incidence, I hardly ever saw Lucien, and I hardly got any sleep. This was way worse than heartbreak, and I still remembered the crazed look in his eyes like yesterday. The way he broke down and bawled his eyes or the way he was pit of his element, me crouching in a corner tossing objects at him while he carried out utter destruction in the house.Speaking of which, the house has been arranged like that cursed day never happened, like Lucien hadn’t murdered me with the words he chaffed out .He looking so dejected that he clued not even look me in the eye.And this one was different, and do you know how I knew. Anytime we had a fall out, Lucien was always the first person who would try to patch things up. He was always pining for a conversation, now I felt all alone, I was even too lazy to hide the huge eye bags that had formed on my face. Every single night I had been waiting for Lucien to either say those words that he had spewed to me, or rather take
LUCIEN’S POVEver since the incident with Mrs Clara, there has been a dark cloud hovering above us, with Emma wallowing inside guilt.What_ifs swirling through every statement she made regarding Mrs Clara.No matter how hard I had explained to her that the deed has been done, Emma didn’t want to hear of it.Which is why every morning Emma made it her duty to prune the little garden in front of her house, as well as taking freshly baked croissant, and freshly squeezed orange juice To Mrs Clara.And that drew me nearly to the edge every single time because she forced me to accompany her every single time she wanted to run these little errands.That was why by 4 am this morning, Emma had roughly woken me up from bed, saying that she needed to try a new recipe and how she felt like Mrs Clara was bored of all the dry croissants she was shoving down her throat. So we had spent hours in the kitchen cooking varieties of goods that she felt would awaken Mrs Clara’s taste buds.Bile rises in
EMMA’S POV I remember passing out on the chair, fatigue encasing my small body. I didn’t exactly know what I did that had me that worn out.It was well past evening I eventually woke up, with Lucien sprawled on the space next to me, his hand trapping me between him and the centre table. I just laid beside him, taking in all his facial features, he looked breath-taking with all his facial features relaxed. I traced my finger across his face slowly, trying to memorise the dips and every path of his face.The rise of chest bringing out different emotions in me, emotions that has me in a choke hold.“Take a picture Emma, they last longer” Curses! I hissed under my breath making me flush with embarrassment, the pink in my cheeks turning a deep shade of redHis laughter causing a small smile to form on my face.“I think we need to pay Mrs Clara a visit Lucien, it’s been ages Lucien “ I sighed, sucking air through my teeth, and I kind of felt bad .“It’s been what? Four days Emma: Luci
EMMA’S POV I couldn’t express how happy I have been since this morning, Lucien and I had already made out on the kitchen counter this morning, and it felt good every single time.I was happy with the way things were, I didn’t even have to think too hard. Whatever this thing was with Lucien, I was going to make sure I saw it till the end.“What are you thinking of Emma? Lucien asked, his breath fanning the crook of my neck.We were currently cuddling on the living room couch, watching a rerun of Harry Potter the pop corn lay half eaten on the centre table.Lucien seemed to be enjoying this movie, because he had been paying attention to the movie, his hands rubbing me In a soothing manner.“Nothing” I said trying to hide the blush that had started creeping up my cheeks. “Are you sure it is nothing Emma? Lucien asked sarcasm dripping through his voice “Ugh I hate you Lucien “ I said trying to hide my face with one of the throw pillows, Lucien laughter inciting me more, but in a go
BRIAN’S POV I was spent at this point, I had tried going to pay a little visit to the shopkeeper, but he had placed a damn curse that smacked me right off my feet anytime I came close to the door. The door handle zapping me senseless. So I had planted trails that would lead me to the inkwell itself, although I had no lead, and I needed to discuss it with Lilith, I needed her permission. I placed a call to Lilith, the line only beeping twice before she picked up, her voice ringing through the room“It is about damn time you called Brian” she yelled, my ear ringing loudly.“You know very well why I haven’t reached out to you Lilith, “ I said exhaustion rolling into my voice“Are you sure that is the only thing keeping you busy Brian? She asked candidly, there was a long pause after The question.Which caused her to cackle, her devilish laughter reverberating through the phone, and I hated the way she always made me feel small.“I thought as much Brian, so when you are done philand
LILITH'S POVI could not explain the anger that rolled off my body after I found out the inkwell had been sold, I had been in an offensive mood ever since Brian brought the news to me, a smirk evident on his face as if mocking me. If not that I needed him, I would have dealt with him, made him beg for his life till I decided on what to do with him.At least, that would put him in his rightful position, and he wouldn't dare mess with me, for I was Lilith, the holder of lives and the one who could rule over fickle-minded men to the right path; I was their only path to salvation.I had made necessary plans in place, the pines field being one of my priorities. I needed to visit the antique shopkeeper and needed him to tell me who or whom he sold the inkwell to.As it was, my patience was running thin; I needed that inkwell like yesterday. to finally get all that I had ever wanted.I wanted power in large doses, I wanted to rule the world.I yearned for the satisfaction of seeing my own r