Darkness

Chapter 4

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was looking at the person I least expected to see. He was the person I was least expecting to see because he was supposed to be dead. But he wasn't, he was there, right there on the floor smirking softly up at me.

Cassius.

My brother.
My brother was dead.
Now my brother's alive.

Impossible, he can't be here. This can't be real, I thought to myself. I let my mouth gape open, staring down at my brother in shock, confusion, anger but most of all some sort of relief, but I was still angry with him.

"Hey, sis." He said sounding panicked. Panicked that I might just kill him right there and then so he would be dead, like he's supposed to be. He also sounded apologetic.
He should be.

He raised a hand toward me, sticking it up in the air, and I took it and helped him up, until he was standing at full height before me. He smiled down at me in an arrogant yet sincere way.

"Long time no see sissy," he said in a voice that was alluring to others, but annoying to me. "Why no visits?" He said pulling a small pouty face.
I see he's back to being a sarcastic annoying brother.

"Because you were dead," I said more to myself than him," you're still supposed to be dead." I said that last part to him, in a slightly shouting voice. Who could blame me? For nearly three centuries I thought he was dead and all this time he was alive.

"Why did you not try to find me, why didn't you come looking for me?" I said with no emotion in my voice or facial expressions. I refuse to get all emotional and cry, it a sign of weakness for someone like me.

"Aww did someone miss their big brother?" He said pulling a face where his eyes went big and he made a kissy face.

I looked at him, I mean really looked at him. He looked amazing. He was quite tall, taller than Henry, probably 6 foot 5, accentuated by the black, leather trousers he was wearing, making his legs look longer. He was wearing the cape with the hood that hid his face, and under that he was wearing a baggy white long sleeved shirt under a intricately designed red waistcoat. The waistcoat was patterned with delicate little swirls, resembling a sort of flower pattern. He had a pair of black, leather, chunky boots on his huge feet that went up to his shins.
On his hands he adorned some silver band rings accompanied with a couple of studded bracelets on both wrists, with the sleeves on his coat and shirt pulled back enough that you could see them clearly.
He had his hair, styled or not, in a particularly messy way that still looked pretty cool, it was jet black with hints of his natural red auburn hair showing. I noticed he had a leaf caught in his hair as I studied the rest of his face. His high cheekbones, his long nose which was slightly crooked at the end, the bright emerald green eyes, that were somewhat hypnotic, defined jaw, that was just visible through the hair that rested on his broad shoulders.
His full lips pulled into a big, stupid grin as he lifted his hands in the air and started to twirl around, like an annoying child.
"You like?" He asked in a stupid voice as he put on a pretend catwalk, srutting a few steps forward, turning around and going back before finally he stopped and just stared at me.
"Did you not like the show?" He asked sarcastically.

He pretended to sob, wiping away imaginary tears and pulling out a handkerchief from his trousers pocket, which he used to pretend to blow his nose on.
"Woooooooooow, you're so boring." He stated and huffed out a sigh, making his floppy hair blow up revealing his eyes were lined with eyeliner.
"Just shut up and say what you wanted to say to me or go away!" I snapped.

"Okaay, three things," he started,"One, you look a mess, Raven. Tell me what happened."
I looked down at myself, at my dress...well what was left of it. It was all shredded and covered in blood which you couldn't see so well due to the dark velvet of the dress. The delicate fishnet sleeves had all ripped and pretty much just dangled from where they were sown on at the arm holes. There was a huge rip up the side which wasn't there when I bought it. I dread to think what my face looked like.
As if reading my thoughts Cassius fished around in the pocket of his trousers, and came put with a small handheld mirror, he chucked it over to me and I caught it easily. I looked at him and tilted my head, silently questioning why he carries a mirror around with him.
Unless it was a weapon.