The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 58

*3 days later...*

"Your cold is pretty much over now, that's good." Harry smiles.
"Fucking finally..." I mumble. "The weather is so weird, it's raining a lot today."
"It'll be a storm, after that, there'll be hailing." he states.
"And isn't your birthday next week?" I question. "I don't think it's fun having a birthday with weird weather..."

Mr Demon smiles and nods. He's gonna turn 20 soon, time flies too fast, he hugs me gently and kisses my forehead. I wanna give him something on his birthday...

"I'll definitely enjoy my birthday with you." Mr Demon smiles.
"You better enjoy it." I reply.
"Hm...will do." he smirks.

A note appears on the nightstand out of thin air, Mr Demon opens it and we read it together...

Change of plans, the deadline will be moved to 6th of June. I'm assuming you still have the note with the address, head there on the 4th of May. This year, the reasoning will be staying with me.

- Weller Hanamer

A/n's POV

The man is leaning on the oak tree, staring up at the dull gray sky. In his hand is a bag, a bag of blood. All he can think is about Rose. Despite his closed of heart, not a single day passes by where doesn't think about Rose.

Rose...

The tranquil dull gray sky is the opposite to the flame Rose once was. He wants to see her again but there is only two ways. Death and communicating with the spirits of the dead. Only one person can communicate with the spirits of the dead, Mayien. A witch and part vampire.

All the man wants is to see his wife, nothing more than small talk but that comes with a price, blood. Purified blood for the vampire witch and a lot of it.

"Hello, give me my blood." a sudden female voice demands. The man looks at the vampire witch, around 145cm (4'10), long violet hair going down to her legs and lifeless dull gray eyes. Despite how she looks, she is not one to play with.

"Here, now let me see Rose." the man gives Mayien the blood.
"As you wish." Mayien nods.
"Rose..." the man whispers to himself.

Mayien pulls out a coal black wand, it starts to glow like a star except the glow is pure black. Mayien's lifeless gray eyes turn violet and her violet hair turns lifeless gray. A huge twisting wind surronds them as the leaves follow the wind in circles, the man just watches.

There is no going back now, he has sacrificed his life source just for this. No going back, he knows he isn't gonna regret it no matter what happens but he knows his instincts are furious at him.

That's when the golden, brown long hair comes out, closed eyes open into piercing purple ones. The man walks up to the woman he loved so dearly, who had died in his arms, Rose...

"It's you..." Rose says, her voice echoilg through the trees.
"It is..." the man replies.
"I've been watching you." she states.

Suddenly, the man gets caught off guard by a strong slap. It's been a long time since he felt pain but he deserves it. The man understands why his former lover would do this, she's seen everything he did.

The man spits out a little blood, who would have though a spirit could hurt him with just a little slap? The pain from the slap is endless, it's filled with anger, hatred and disappointment. The man looks back at the piercing purple eyes with his lifeless black ones.

Yet he smirks, knowing full well this would happen. His eyes as cold as ever meeting the enraged ones.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT? JUST BECAUSE YOUR LIFE FEELS MEANINGLESS? YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT TREATING THE INNOCENT LIKE SLAVES! DID YOU FORGET OUR FIRST CONVERSATION?" Rose screams, her voice being loud filled with rage.
"I'm dying either way soon, just six months to go." he says calmly.
"Why? Just why?! You tries to kill your great great nephew, you turn a kid's life into living hell for 13 years and now you're gonna fight that kid and the girl that is innocent. WHAT KIND OF SHIT IS THIS?" Rose shouts.

She has a point, why does the man it? His answer; he doesn't know, he won't fight back. Rose is right, her voice echoing and screaming loud and clear.

Why do I do it?

The man wonders, he stays silent, letting his demon scream her anger out. Mayien is still as a statue, unfazed by the screams from Rose.

The other spirit watches, though not visible, her jet black braided hair and green, glazed eyes watches the two. Reading the emotions silently, she seems unfazed by the storm...

The gray sky turns darker as rain starts to fall down, it keeps turning darker and then thunder. The rain is the man, the thunder is Rose's anger, loud and clear. The rain is silent. Nothing can stop the rain or thunder, the only way is to get rid of the emotions, the clouds but how can you? It's part of life, it's what gives us life. So cruel, yet so wonderful.

"I don't understand you, I don't know you!" Rose yells. Tears fall down from the spirit, the tears are real. They blend in with the rain but the man sees them.

He sees them, the pain still lingering on where he got slapped now becomes pain of a knife piercing through the chest. The thunder has calmed down, the purple eyes filled with stare at the lifeless black eyes filled with sadness. Sadness...the man hasn't felt it in so long. All he's ever felt is empty and now that emptiness is filled with sadness. The rain starts to pour even more, yet it's still silent. Silent as death, silence will be with you wherever you go.

Whether there are loud kids running around, you're in the library, outside or inside, silence will be present somehow. It's all matter of if your choices and the luck of fate that makes the reaper come to you, it's always there, lurking to see if it is your time yet. It's silent all the time, you'll only hear it when it is your turn.

The man desires death, yet his desire will not be fulfilled. What can he do about it?

The rain going through Rose but hitting the man, life and death staring right at eachother. The thunder is quiet but then it comes back, much louder yet nothing echoes through the trees, just the silent rain hitting the trees trying to find their way through the leaves and the thunder, dundering loudly. The clouds turning darker, no longer tranquil.

"I hate you."