Xzayviar stops humming and looks at Lyla happily, "You are a very good dancer." He bows, "Thank you miss for dancing with me."
Lyla blushes, "No problem. Thanks for leading, and for providing the music." She smiles and backs up a little from the man.
They both walk over to the couch and sit down next to each other. Lyla is still blushing as Xzayviar begins to think about what to say first. Neither one of them knew where to start, there was so many things that needed to be said.
Xzayviar breaks the silence, "We both know Alexander is going to walk in here in a few minutes and interrupt us. So I will get to the point." He turns to Lyla and with complete seriousness, he begins to question her. "Does it ever feel like he's underneath your skin? Like he's controlling you from the inside?"
This question catches Lyla by surprise, "I don't know what to say." She looks down at her hands that are resting in her lap, they're shaking. "Yes, sometimes I feel like he is a part of me. That I don't have the free will to do anything anymore." Tears start coming again, "I miss the old Alexander! I want him back Xzayviar!! I need him back!" She pulls her feet up close to her on the couch. "I've never lived without his kindness. I don't want to start now."
"It's easy for him to manipulate you." Xzayviar says quietly, "You're weak compared to him, and you have always put too much trust in him."
Hearing these words stung Lyla badly, but deep down in her tired heart, she knew these words were true. She has always trusted Alexander, and never once did she question his kindness till the other night when he had attacked her. Her heart had always belonged to him, and no one else. His kindness, and generosity had entangled her into his webs. Alexander had a hold on her. A hold that would be nearly impossible to break.
"When my parents died, he took me in. I owe him everything. I'd be dead if he wouldn't have found me." The thought of having real parents flashed into her mind. "I mean, I wish I could've grown up with my real parents, but I look at Alexander as a father."
Xzayviar touches Lyla's cheek softly, "Alexander isn't your father. He stole you. His life depends on you, but then again he also wanted you to piss someone off."
Lyla looks at Xzayviar questioningly, "What do you mean he stole me? Who did he want to piss off?" A tear reaches her chin and drips off onto her lap. "How could my existance be that damn important?!" Her face grows warm, "Why does anyone even care? It would be easier if I would just die. Maybe then I could see my parents again, but it does make me wonder just where people go after they die."
Xzayviar's eyes grow wide in shock and sadness, "Never say your life is meaningless." He pulls her close to him on the couch. "Your life means the world to quite a few people, including me. If you die, then humans and demons alike would be grieving." His face grows warm, "Don't ever give up like that. You are the only one worth protecting."
The young girl feels warmth around her, and then feels the warm tears hit her shoulder. Xzayviar is crying with her. She wraps her arms around him. "But why me? I am nothing special, and an orphan at that. I am not of nobility in the big scheme of things. I am simply garbage who was fortunate to be placed here, and yet not so fortunate. So I need to know...Why me?"
The man's hug tightens, "Do you want to know something that could change your mind on living?"
Lyla's hesitates for a moment, and then answers softly. "Yes I do."
"What if I told you," He whispers in her ear softly, as the door at the other end of the room swings open. "Your father is still alive?"
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The Truth in Your Lies
RomantikLyla has grown up living a somewhat normal life, and she has grown quite fond of her life in the small town of Hale. Since she was just a baby she has lived with the kind and loving Alexander, and has accepted him as her father. Her real parents d...
