A Hidden Secret

Chapter III

 I am finally alone. The room seemed more like a library. There are piles of books on the desk and the walls are covered by one big, on-going shelf filled with books that seemed endless. The room is fairly dim, the only light is from the six candles, but one of them is almost used up. 

     It is pretty cold in here and I am fully naked. There are no blankets but there are curtains, only they are too up high.

     I looked through the selections of books, the ones I can reach, at least. It isn't fair, I am 5'4" in beach sandals and 5'7" in heels. I'm too short for my age, which is twenty-one, but I am not saying I'm ugly, just short. I have lustrous brunette hair that reaches up to my shoulder blades. I have bangs going from the upper left of my forehead to my lower right cheek. I have nothing else to do, so might as well fully tell you how I look like.

      People say I have fair-tanned skin and the true body of a Mexican latina, curvy and with lovely  humps. I am 126 pounds and I am a bit chubby, but still attractively skinny. I have natural ice-blue eyes that sometimes change a chocolate-brown colour, I don't know why, though. My lips are fully plump and my teeth are perfectly white and straight, but for some reason, my canines are long and a bit pointy, so I have a gap between my teeth, which not too bad looking. I wear a size 7 shoes in women. My nails ar long and pointy, slightly round. I admire the two colours: maroon-red and black. If I have no accesses to those colours, then I aim for a passionate, earl blue. People that are alive and know me, have probably forgotten how I looked like in bright colours, I only wear dark. 

     After many months of being single, I met a boy. He was somewhat a wolf, certainly a half-demon. His fur was silver and he was my partner-in-crime. I loved to create chaos, and so did he. I still love chaos, him, I am not so sure about. His name is Yaksha, which means: "Born of the Devil". Oh how much we despised eachother, then slowly began to fall in love. We'd hunt and play, him with his demonic powers, and me with my archery skills. I read the book The Hunger Games and that Katniss chick is nothing compared to me. I may not seem athletic because of my beauty, but I am strong, though not as strong as Yaksha, he always defeats me in wrestling. 

     It has been three months since I last seen Yaksha. We were still together, then until one night, we heard a noise. He told me to stay in bed as he will go investigate. Half an hour passed, I got up and went to see what was going on. He was no longer there, but his powerful ring remained. I knew immediatly that he, The Devil, himself, took him. No other dark or human creature can defeat him, except for the greatest of the great, Yaksini (the Devil) and Vasudeva (one who kills evil). 

     I killed in search of him, and it seemed rather, exciting. The pure sight of blood fascinates me. People get nauseas and others feel weird, but I, oh, I get this wonderful feeling when seeing blood. No, I am not a cannibal, nor am I a vampire. Vampires are dark creatures I certainly am not a fan of. I don't care about the souls of people, so I am clearly not a demon. I just go crazy for blood. Well, that doesn't matter, I don't plan on being a dark creature, and if I am one, who knows what I am. I just love my human self.

     Anyways, even if I haven't seen Yaksha in a long time, I miss him. His handsome features, his silver fur, and dark eyes that feel as if they are piercing into your soul, which most likely they are, and his glorious body. He may be a demon, but I love him to death with all my heart.

     'Wow, how long has it been since I first entered?', I ask myself, realizing I have fallen asleep and just woke up to the bright light of the evening sun shining through the window. It is almost dark and I still am stuck in this room. When is Angel coming for me, I'm not desperate to see him, but I do want to leave already. It is getting colder in here. 

    I go and check out the books. Nothing suites my taste so far. My eyes search the room and they stop, seeing some file. 'This will be interesting. Files huh? Wonder if they'r outdated.'  I check out the files and realize it is all about me, my life, and the people in my life. I fold the files and put them in my hooker boots, since, I have no other option, sadly. I decide to read them later, when I am comfortable and not feeling watched.

     'Is Angel going to get revenge on me? He knows I can be a devilish child!' I don't feel like hurting him but I might have to. 'Love or freedom.' I wonder, 'Which will prevail?'

     I walk around and look for a book. If I am to be here all night, might as well keep myself busy. I find a section of, what people call, mangas, and decide to look through them. I finally find a good manga. It's called Inuyasha. Funny, it reminds me for some reason of me and my love, Yaksha. Except, he doesn't try to kill me like Inuyasha wants to kill Kagome. I sigh, missing Yaksha so much. My mind gets into reading this manga series, that I forget time. Pretty soon the sun leaves and the moon comes out. It is late.

     I love the dark, better than the day. For some reason, I am able to see better in the dark. I don't need glasses during the day but I see a bit differen't. My eyesight is a perfect 20 vision at day and at night it seems like I can see way more fine. Everything is sharp, I can see things go at any speed I want. I feel the air change and I can also distinguish scents better at night. It's as if night helps me more than day. I am ready to sleep again, though I love this darkness. I decide to stay awake and enjoy it, the peaceful breeze and dim light coming from the moon. I am disturbed by a soft but rough knock on the door and a harsh voice calling out.

- "Arianna Jacksons! You're training is about to begin. I hope you had a wonderful rest."

- "Oh, my resting has just completed."