When the wind blows

Chapter 27: Flash Of White

3rd

What does it feel like when time stops? When it seems as if you've been sucked into a blackhole unable to escape. That's how Aslan felt as her chest felt as if it were caving in. Like it was the end of the world and she stood on the platform alone.

"Surprise." He said. Eyes as sinister and unholy unlike what he portrayed to be. He stared down at Aslan with a look that increased her anxiety. "Ah Xhristian."

The orbs of hell didn't leave her face once. It was as if he found his favorite shirt or expensive tie, a love reacquired from the depths.

As Xhristian appeared with curious eyes the man turned his action from Aslan to him. Xhristian focused his eyes on her, catching how harshly her body shook as she turned around to him, the fear in her eyes, the blood draining from her face. This wasn't jus a simple fear and he knew it.

"Xhristian." Her voice trembled and didn't raise over a whisper.

Xhristian's blood boiled and his body straightened like a wolf ready to pounce. "Pastor can i help you."

Pastor. The world new him a such. The Devine, the carrier of the lords word, the preacher. However, Aslan only knew him as a monster— the devil.

He neared Aslan and grasped her arm pulling her away from the man. The pastor saw the action and a grimy smirk stretched at the corners of his lips. "No need to be possessive Mr.Xiao. I can assure you I'm not here for Aslan, although it was the biggest surprise of the night."

"Then you wouldn't mind shuffling back to the party then." Xhristian held his ground with a sharp eye.

"Still a bit hostile I see." The pastor chuckled. He eyed Aslan who had dropped her gaze to the floor. "Aslan." At the sound of her name rolling off his tongue her breathing picked up. The pastor turned back towards Xhristian with a challenging gaze. "How long has it been? Yeah, you were so small back then. So smart and scared and..." The party music began to go dull. "Innocent."

What Xhristian should have done was get Aslan out of there all together, however nothing is more soul wrenching then the crushing ego of a man. Though, in the next few seconds he'd learn that running wasn't the most feeble thing in the world.

"Are you still pure for me Aslan?" The pastor wasn't the least bit scared in this moment. He knew he held the power, especially in a room full of murderers where the slightest threat could bring the whole building down. He tucked his hands into his expensive formal pants and let his eyes drill holes into the side of Aslan's head. "It'd be better if you looked at me." He said in an almost alluring tone, but Aslan refused. "Ah, Xhristian you've may beaten me. She used to be so scared to even think of being defiant. That's how I liked my girls— controlled, but Aslan was special. Her aura was brighter then the others, but now grows darker than even mine or yours...." He spectated her every feature. "To this day you still manage to intrigue me."

As Aslan's head turned her hair moved to behind her back instead of sprawled onto her shoulders, revealing a mark of the past. Gracefully and traumatically beautiful, that scar caught his attention.

"Stellina."

As the small hot rod twirled in his hands covered by the protective gloves he gloated, taunting the little lively side that was left in her.

Cold from the ice bath and cemented floor she laid on there was no hope for Aslan.

Her wet hair covered and hid her tear stained face. Her flabby weak limbs hid her body.

Though her eyes watched him. With every shiver her body made and every wail that escaped her mouth her eyes were on him.

And at last the rod met her collarbone. Digging and burning her flesh. The steam could be seen out the corner of her eyes as her scream bounced of the walls.

"Stellina." Little star.

The little star that was fading fast.

The name made everything around them go quiet. The air brushed past their skin more roughly, but the hatred in either man's eyes was intense as they challenged one another. However, as Xhristian turned to see Aslan kneeling before the man everything stilled.

The man's smile grew at the power he held, watching the anger that seeped through the clothes Xhristian wore.

As for Aslan she felt like her soul was being ripped from her body by clawing hellhounds. He was here, holding the same power over her from years ago. The headmaster was here.

"Still as obedient." He joked.

Aslan's breathing picked up ten fold. She picked at her nails and scratched along her wrists. Her chest seemed as if it were caving in, stopping her airways. The room grew colder making her shiver and her collarbone burned. She was having a panic attack and by the time anyone knew, she'd fainted.

Xhristian, the man who had his hand on his gun ready to kill stopped as he saw her body drop to the floor. In seconds he was at her side, lost beyond imagination but he was there.

The headmaster watched before striding away with little care. In his mind Aslan was still his property whether she was miles away or if she was with the most dangerous man alive. Aslan was his most prized possession that slipped between his fingers. Now that he found her again his fingers itched to take her away.

Xhristian picked Aslan up in his arms and cared her out into the open. The crowds gasped in worry at the sight as he rushed through them toward the door. August and Amora with Leía and Ti trailing behind came rushing to his side in worry.

"What happened?" Leía asked in fear.

"Get in the car behind us." Was Xhristian's only response.

As they made it outside the cars were no where in sight. "Get the fucking car now!" Xhristian shouted at the valet manager, scaring the boy half to death. With fear written all over his face he called around for the cars, not a minute later did they show up.

As the cars took off  Xhristian's eyes held more hell fire then hell. How could he know? How could he not have known? That the most feared priest in the criminal world was whom he was looking for. That the man that easily sold, raped, and trafficked girls of all ages across the world in Gods name could have easily put Aslan on a pedestal.

He's met the man as many times as he'd liked from his father conducting business from time and time again.

Only thing in the silence he could do was laugh. A laugh so dark even the silence around them needed light. A laugh so deep many fear what he'd do next. However, with every passing second the more he realized he was hurting, in pain, dying. His soul started to cry while his heart bled. What was happening?

He realized that Aslan is his Achilles hill, he was immortal to all except her and for the first time ever Xhristian felt an emotion he'd never before...fear. The voices were quiet. There was only him taking control of the wheel. The only voice in his mind.

In the darkness of the car Xhristian closed his eyes. He didn't like that he was the only voice he could hear. So he called for the voices to appear. He even pleaded. However, a flash of white caused his eyes to burst open.

Flash of white.

White wasn't good.