See no evil - The awakening

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Around 7pm I started to get ready. It was a cold spring afternoon. I had been cooking for the most part of the day to get everything ready for the party. They were all arriving on the same flight, they've rented cars and would be home by 9pm. Clary was anxious about meeting people from my "real life" as she called it. I knew they would all click just fine.

—You can come whenever you are ready. –I told her.

I had taken a shower, wore some pair of black jeans with a black turtleneck and was sitting on the bed putting on a pair of black boots when she knocked on the door. I hurried down the stairs and opened the door without even asking who was waiting for me on the other side.

— Happy birthday. —He said.

I closed my eyes. Trying to make him disappear. Trying to turn him into a fragment of my imagination. After a couple of seconds I opened my eyes and he was still there. His deep honey eyes looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

— Aren't you going to invite me in? – He asked.

— Do I really need to? I've figured out that it doesn't work as in the movies. – I turned around and started walking towards the kitchen. There was no real point in trying to find a way to keep him out. I've already learnt it was not possible for me to fight him.

— Well actually, you are right. I can come in without an invitation. —He said and I heard the door closing. He was already inside my house but I refused to look back and continued walking as he spoke. — But there is a way to keep me from getting in.

Now I was intrigued. I reached the kitchen aisle and started pouring some red wine into two glasses. — And I guess you won't be telling me which way any time soon. –I handed one of the glasses to him.

— I will. And I will also trust you will not use that information against me. –He slipped his wine and I did the same to avoid eye contact. — Let me show you.

He walked around the kitchen aisle and stood next to me, he took a cloth and soaked it in water. —Keep this at hand.

He then took a knife into his hand and turned the handle around and gave it to me. — You need to draw some of your own blood.

I held the knife and opened the old scar I had on my finger from that old encounter with Marcus. For some reason, the same as the first time, I felt no pain and I knew it had something to do with his presence. Blood started dripping to the floor and I looked at his eyes to check his reaction. I could see his struggle but he kept his composure. — Now take the cloth and come with me.

I followed him to the front door. When we stood before it he said I should be thinking of him while I drew a cross on the door with my blood. I did it.

— Now close your eyes, and say prohibitus.

I closed my eyes and repeated the word out loud. As soon as I did, he fell to the ground while screaming in pain. His hands went directly to his chest, as if he was trying to stop the pain from spreading. I didn't know if he could die, but if he could, that looked exactly as what was happening. His eyes were shut and his whole body was moving and shaking. At that moment, I thought that that was the time I would get rid of him, it was the end of a long lasting nightmare I've been living for most of my life.

I stood there and looked at him, even in pain, even on the floor fighting for his life, he still looked powerful and strong. But that was the first time I looked stronger than him. I realized I still had the spanked cloth in my hand, why had he given me that? And it became apparent in a second, to wipe the blood from the door.