I made it to the house, heart in my throat I pushed open the door and silently moved upstairs. The door to Amii's room was shut, I slowly opened it and stepped inside, Blitzen wasn't here. I gazed upon her as she slept, a tear escaping her eye, dropping to her damp pillow.
'No.' She murmured, tossing over, her voice even when groggy with sleep was pained.
'Please no.' She stirred restlessly.
I reached to brush the strands of blonde hair that stuck to her sweating face, to caress her cheek and wake her from whatever hell she was awake in without me. I stopped short of touching her.
I wouldn't.
She wasn't mine to touch. She wouldn't want hands on her, least of all mine. I pulled my hand back and my eyes went to the harsh bruising on her face.
'I'm sorry.' I whispered to her. 'I keep failing you.'
I clenched my fists, partly to stop myself reaching for her, and partly to contain anger directed at myself. I looked around the the room, I noticed the mirror had been turned to face the wall, then glanced at her whimsical collection of gifts decorating the shelves, my eyes doing a full recollection of the room, making sure she was safe. Then I seen it, the creepy looking snow globe Blitzen had given her. It sat on the bedside table, I picked it up and moved it. I didn't want him being the first thing she thought of when she woke up. I put it behind a teddy, out of sight, out of mind. And with one last glance at her, I left the room. Knowing, I had to get her out of there. To get her away from this life.
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Soul Master
FantasyNine years on from Zayne's story. Amelie's birthday is one of anticipation and worry as she finally reclaims the bond of a Dark Spirit she knows nothing about. Her story is one of manipulation, loneliness and control. RULE NUMBER 2: ALL SPIRITS LIE...
