Who is Lucy?

isode 8

UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, 1801:

  "Julian!" William called running down to him, in the forest. "W-what did you do?"

 Julian's lips quivered, his eyes moistened with tears and shallow red, his forehead covered in stripe veins. On his knees he was, and in his arms he held a young maiden soak in blood. Himself likewise, mostly looking like he just bath in a pool of blood.

  "Lucy. . ." William sighed, weakly staggering forward to Julian. 

  "I'm so sorry Lucy," Julian muttered in emotional pain.

  "You loved her, why?" William asked leaning reluctantly to a tree.

  "I didn't do this on purpose. Last night was full moon, not just any full moon bu. . ."

  "Bloody hell!" William yelled. "Yes, fucking blood moon of course," he took a step forward. "I'm just coming from the village."

  Julian bowed his head shamefully as right before he deemed where his brother was heading to, his next words and intent.

  "Here I am, standing in the sunlight, free from its wrath."

  "It worked, she did it," Julian commended.

  "Yeah, and she's now in your arms, dead. You forced your claws deep inside her. You monster!"

  "I would never hurt her on purpose!" His eyes glowed, flushed with anger.

  "Damn you Julian. You fucking had the chance to keep yourself contained yet you didn't, you decided to have the fun of it. Not forgetting the fact it was you that got father and mother killed, always this bad wolf killing every white witch he touches."

  As much as he wanted to defend himself but remained mute, because his guilt weighed greeter.

  "I will never forget this day and so will you," William kept at it. "Lucy and the village. You're the damn devil."

PRESENT DAY, SHADE:

  "Hey, how well is she good with her powers?" William asked wandering about the room.

  "If you think she's gonna make you walk in the sun, then think again," Julian replied. "She barely knows anything about it."

  "Well, I could teach her," he suggested making for a glass of chilled blood he reserved in the refrigerator. "After all, my mother was a white witch just like her."

  "Remind me again," he rouse. "A few weeks ago you wanted to kill her, now you want her help?"

  "Yet I didn't. Perhaps, I'm not you, I don't kill white witches," he teased as he took his first sip. 

  Julian rushed up to him and got hold of his jacket, the collar precisely. 

  "I told you never to speak of it again," his face in compliance with his anger.

  "Take your hands off me," William softly said.

  "Do. . ."

  To the wall he crashed before completing his first word. And with a single hand he was instantly choked up by William, that he barely tiptoed the ground.

  "That was the last glass left that you spilled. Now am going to get some fresh blood, and stay out of my way, or she finds what you truly are."

  He struggled no further and William dropped him back to his feet, widely giving him that sinisterous smile. 

  "Aha!" William after staring at his wrist watch. "Sun is down, time for the fucking monsters," then for the door he headed. 

  "Stay away from her, William."

  "Not until I get what I want," he hummed giving his words a better tone as he exit the house.

  Hours later William showed up standing at the front door of Emma's house, quickly making on a suiting composure to face her properly, just after knocking.

  Soon, the door opened and just the person he anticipated. She was standing there, quite nervous and stunned.

  "Well, is there any problem, Miss Emma?" He asked, using one of his gentleman wiles on her.

  "No," she jerked. "Just surprise to see you."

  "Hahaha," he laughed stupidly. "Surprise as how?"

  "I mean, you never visit and here you are, it's kinda weird."

  "Well, everything has a first time, doesn't it, love?"

  She grimaced at the sound of his last word and headed back in, widely leaving the door opened as a sign of welcome gesture. Yet he stood still and moved not further.

  "What are you waiting for?" Asked her confusingly. "Your shoes or what? They are allowed."

  "How it works is this, you gotta invite me in, love."

  "Oh! That's so cool," she chuckled wryly. "Well, do come on in vampire."

  "Politely, with respect," he winked at her.

  She scoffed. "I wasn't there when they made the rules. Come in or remain there," she posed hands akimbo.

  "Alright then," he hopped in. "Thanks love."

  "Would you stop calling me that?" She threw a friendly slap at him. 

  "Can't help it, you're precious an. . ."

  "Whoa!" Abel exclaimed hurrying down the stairs. He rushed down and got hold of William in embrace. "You're the legend, the Vampire," he happily emphasized.

  "Do I know you?" William struggled to get away. "Alright, that's okay man."

  "Abel, my elder nerd of a brother," Emma replied sitting down.

  Abel finally released him but still got a hold of his hand.

  "You're the legend that fought to save my sister from that multi animal girl. I must say, it's really an honor to finally meet you," he kept waggling his hand.

  "Alright, the honor is mine too."

  "And thank you very much!" Abel appreciated.

  "It's okay," he forcefully withdrew his hand away but Abel still having a merge grip got pulled along to the center glass table, and it shattered instantly.

  "What the hell!?" Emma hyped up. 

  "Oops!" William helped him up. "Sorry man," he tapped him on the shoulder.

  "You're kidding me? That was awesome! So cool. . ." He smirked. "You're incredible."

  Now that was so ridiculous.

  "So tell me, you drink blood, and what else?"

  William turned and face him once again. "A few hours ago, just before I came here. This guy was pissing me off and first I got hold of his tiny neck, bit and suck him dry, then I ripped out and ate his heart raw. Then I dug my hand in his back and removed his spine and impaled his body somewhere out there in the forest."

  One could have seen the look on their faces, both Abel and Emma, like they were actually witnessing it all live. Silent and mouth slightly open.

  "You really did that?" Emma pierced the mute softly.

  "Of course I didn't," he replied and moved forward to her. "Can we please talk?"

  "Can you make me a vampire too?" Abel further asked softly.

  "Abel. . .?" She stressed.

  "Come here," William moved to him, closely making an eye contact.

  "What are you doing?" asked she in trepidation.

  Staring at Abel in the eye he spoke, "You'll now turn around and go straight to your room and don't come down till I leave. Is that understood?"

  Abel only nodded being under full hypnosis and quietly turned and did as he was just instructed.

  Emma steered her neck and continually watched him as he walked upstairs till the end without any protest or further word.

  "How did you?"

  "I compelled him," he fell to the couch. "It's peculiar to vampires."

  "You say anything and the person just follows, whether they like it or not?"

  "Not everyone. Mostly supernaturals won't respond, like you, a white witch,  which is why I'm here."

  "What, why?" She sat back. 

  "With your powers I believe you can do something for me," he raised his back from his previous relaxation.

  "My powers, I don't even know my powers," she put a demonstration with her hands. "That thing I did the other day, it was luck. Since then I haven't been able to do anything and believe me I've been trying. Can't even move a feather as a witch."

  "Hey, hey, that's not it. You're not a witch but a white one. I sometimes call your kind 'fairies' because of the sparkling light you produce."

  "So what difference am I from a witch?"

  "You see, witches use dark magic, their minds, the dark energy of the mind to control the natural order of things around. They sometimes read their spells from a book, make incantations and all sort of creepy things. But you love," he moved closer and held her hand. "You're all different from that. Your magic is visible and not of the dark energy of the mind, it's pure. And you can use your magic to hel. . ."

  The door suddenly opened and Daniel walked in. He and William shared a look for a while until Emma intercepted, "Welcome Uncle Dan," she stood up and so did William.

  "Hey," Daniel moved his head at him in greetings.

  William smiled and went forward and offered a hand shake. 

  "Mr. Daniel, welcome back."

  Daniel delayed, for he stared at her then back to William and they merged hands together, slowly waggling. 

  "What a surprise visit," Daniel said.

  "I mostly stay indoors."

  They released hands.

  "Well, I was just about to leave, so. . ." 

  "I should see you off then," Daniel suggested and helped opened the door.

  "Uncle Dan," Emma interrupted, probably as an obvious sign. 

  "It's okay Emma," he comprehended. 

  They both walked out and right after the porch there stopped. 

  "Hey, about the morning of our first meeting," William raised. 

  "Thank you William, for saving my niece," he said and this time offered the handshake.

  William as well hesitated, not what he looked forward to and was however quite surprised, and at the same time pleased.

  "Just doing my job," he smilingly received the hand offer.

  "Your job?"

  "This is my town," he replied as he hit the road off. 

  SHADE UNIVERSITY:

  Emma was sitting under a tree in the school park, seemed to be so dedicated to her laptop and whatever she was scouring on.

  "The sun is high, yet the broad leaves of Shade shades us from the sun's wrath. Shade precede it's name indeed."

  A female voice spoke beside Emma.

  "Yeah. . . It's great," she replied slowly lifting her face up to look. 

  "Do I know you?" Emma asked further.

  The young lady slowly bent and joined her sitting, radiantly smiling.

  Stretching fourth a hand to offer handshake, she replied, "My name is Lucy, and this is my first time in Shade."