See no evil - The awakening

Come back

Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back.

I repeated in my mind after Luc was gone for about 30 minutes non stop. I sat on the floor behind the door and repeated that phrase over and over. Then I realized it was noon, the sun was up, and maybe he couldn't come back? It didn't matter, nothing mattered, I continued repeating in my mind for him to come back. I shouted in my mind.

—Move. –I heard from behind the door.

I stood up and opened it. —Please, stop. –He said with one hand on his forehead and clear signs of a headache on his face.

I looked at him and it all fell down, I couldn't take it any more. I was falling to the floor when he caught me and I threw my hands around his neck and hugged him. I cried. I can't remember crying like that at any moment of my life. I was exhausted, I hadn't slept, my mind couldn't make sense of anything that was happening. I've lost my boyfriend. And I wasn't even sure who I was anymore. I cried because I was burnt out. I cried because for the first time in my life things were completely out of my control and I couldn't even talk to my closest loved ones about what was happening. I cried because I felt as if my life was over, I didn't even know if I could stay in my own house and I didn't know what to do next.

He hugged me tightly as if he was reading my thoughts, as if he understood exactly what I was going on. He didn't speak. He said nothing. We just stayed there, hugging each other.

—You are not cold. –I said after a long while when I finally could stop crying. —And you can come during the daytime. –I continued, without moving from his grasp.

I heard him laughing softly.

—Yes. And yes.

—It's very confusing.

He pushed me away gently so he could look into my eyes.

—That's what you find confusing? –He was trying to be funny.

—Well. Yeah. –I said and smiled to try and lighten the air.

—Nature evolves Casiopea.

—So you are an evolved (vampire)? –I did not say the last word with any sound, just with the movement of my mouth.

—You really feel the need to define things.

I smiled again and opened some more space between each other by walking to the living room.

—Are you ok? –he asked. —Did it work?

I knew that by telling him it did, I was letting him know about my abilities, but I needed to talk to someone about it. —It did. I confronted him, about me and about you and it got tense.

We sat down next to each other on the couch. —You told him about me?

—Don't worry, he won't remember a thing.

—Casiopea, he won't forget forever. It doesn't work like that, not with his kind.

—Well you didn't tell me that, and what is "his kind"?

—He is a Hinþan.

—¿A what?

—A Hunter. A special kind of hunter.

—What does he hunt?

—We don't have time to get into all that Casiopea. We need to pack your things, make up a story and disappear for a while, until we can better understand who he is.

—I thought you knew who he was.

—I know all Hinþans but I've never seen him. Which can only mean he is one of the worst ones. A Faceless.

—¿A Faceless?

—One of the Ancient Hinþans, no one still alive has ever seen their faces or can recognize them. They can't be hurt, or killed, or stopped. You can only run and hide.

—What does he want with me?

—I told you, Casiopea, you will turn into something extremely dangerous, even for them.

—Why hasn't he killed me yet?

—As dangerous as you are, you are also extremely rare, and you could become a weapon. Nobody wants to destroy a weapon they could potentially use themselves.

—Is that what you are doing with me?

—Yes. It was, in the beginning.

—And what has changed?

—I don't want you to get hurt.

Why? I paused for a moment and contemplated everything I wanted to continue asking, but there was something that pushed to the first place in my mind.

—What am I?

—I promise I will tell you, if you come with me.

Where would we go? What should I do with all my things? With my house? What should I tell my family, my friends, Luc... What should I tell him about what I was going to do? We both started planning while I packed my things, I didn't even know what to pack as I had no idea what to expect from what was coming. But to be fair, I think no one could ever know what was coming.