A Hidden Secret

Chapter IX

      'Great, I now have a headache. Stupid mirror. Must be a joke. Very funny, Angel.' I sit back on the bed thinking of what just happened. I hear a knock on the door and ignore it. The knocking stops then starts again. A voice is heard.

- "Isabelle, let me in. I need to talk to you. I'm alone."

     I stay quiet. His voice drains my face of colour. I am still sitting on the bed. M voice is weak and soft as I speak. 

- "Come in.'

    I look up, he was already inside before I even gave him permission. He is at the door, smiling at me, a bit shy but a bit confident. I like that smile of his, but I still feel weird. 

- "Something wrong, Izzy?"

- "N-no. . . . I mean, yes, but no. I'm fine."

     I crunch into a ball, holding my knees on the bed. He comes to me and wraps one arm around me. He still smells good. He looks down at me with a smile, but worrisome is shown in his eyes. I look away.

- "I still love you. I told you. I don't think you love me the same anymore, though."

- "Does it matter?"

- "Yes, I want to know if you still love me."

-"You sound like a girl."

- "That's because you are leaving me confused. No matter what, my heart will belong to you."

- "It's a waste to do such a thing."

- "What makes it a waste?"

- "I love you, yes. But I am in love and dating some other man. After I finished us, I met someone else. He owns me and my heart." 

- "Yet you kissed me."

- "A mistake."

- "You cheat people."

- "It was a MISTAKE."

- "Poor guy. He is honest about his love and you go kissing someone else behind his back."

- "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

      I shouted loudly. My heart is beating out of anger. I pull away from him. My face is red, and I have an even bigger headache. 

- "Forget it."

      I fall on the floor crying. I feel broken, I feel heavy. These tear sting, not my skin, but my soul. This is a horrible feeling that I brought onto myself. 'Why did I come back? No, why did he have to follow me?' 

- "Is--- look, I'm sorry. I just got a bit jealous."

      At this point I am weak. I don't care what he says. It's all bull shit. I just stay quiet. I can't stay quiet though. I need to know. 

- "Isabelle, please. Talk to me. Something is bothering you, other than what just happened. I can see it in your eyes. They changed."

- "Shut up."

- "How many damn times do I have to tell you? I am sorry. I don't know what you are going through."

- ". . . . . It's not that I'm angry at you, which I am. I'm just, I don't know. I love you both, but I have to choose only one. And I have already. Yaksha."

- "Oh."

      We went for like ten minutes without talking. I turn to him. He is sitting next to me. I ask him softly the question that determines my fate. 

- "What exactly is that mirror?"

- "Huh? Oh, it shows the world who they truly are. Whether they are human or not. A witch casted a spell on it. It can distinguish a human from a creature of the underworld. God from Devil. Vampire from Wolf. Anything. Isn't tha---- ISABELLE?!"

        I block out eveything. My brain feels as if it's pounding against my skull. My face must be pale, I feel sick. He has much fervor when telling me this, and I have a mix of feelings, all of them are horrible feelings. I lean on Angel, not able to support my weak body any longer. 

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     'It's late. I'm all alone. At least I'm at the train station now. There's a track that follows up to New Jersey. If I can follow it. It might lead me to Isabelle. I wonder how New Jersey is now-a-days. 

    I look around the train station, hoping to get a map from Colorado to New Jersey. Maybe from there Isabelle and I can runaway to California, Washington, maybe even Mexico, or Cuba or Hawaii, point being, we get as far away from Colorado. I believe I can break the spell without having to give up my child. 'Ha! Out of all the spells in the world, they cast the Feeling Depremizer. I can live like that, unless they leave out other facts. But I, being a long-living demon, know that people like to trick others in believing  such thoughts, rather than reality. I must be careful with this. One simple flaw can get my child AND my woman killed. Hm. . .  This will be a tricky situation to get out of while still bending the rules of magic.' I sigh as I think and look around. 

      I go to the front counter and ask for a map, which they happily give to me. Their train will be running late. I must walk then, no matter how far it is.My heart lives because of Isabelle. I need to find her. 

     I pick up my bag that contains my supply of food, water, money, and a useful rope along with binoculars, two knives, and a double-barrel pistol with five magazines on backup. I grab my map and walk down the path of the track, the sun is down and the moon is out. A perfect time to walk, for me at least. I love the night, the darkness it brings upon me. I am able to see the stars twinkle in the night. I don't like it when there's a festival; everyone puts up lights and it fades away the night, as well as more than half the stars I see now "disappear". I scream out, "Isabelle", and tears burn down my face. I am anxious to meet her again, to hold her, to see her, to hear her. I hope the moon hears the scream and lets it travel through the stars to my lovely Isabelle Justice. 

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- "Angel?"

- "Yes?"

- "I am not human."

- "Don't be silly. Of course you are. Why do you think you aren't? All these years that I've known you, I have seen you as a human. And why is it that now you say you aren't?"

- "Your mirror. It- it showed me my true form. And my true forms are dark creatures."

- " 'Forms are'.... That's a plural. What are your true forms?"

- "Lycan and vampire."

- "Ah, so you're a hybrid."

- "N- no! D- don't c- call me that!"

- "Why not?"

- "I just---- I don't like that, I want to be human. I knew I was a monster, but, I mean, like, I sorta forgot. I forced myself to pretend to be human, and now, I am starting to realize the whole truth."

- "Haven't you been thirsty?"

- "Of blood? No. But I do crave it a lot. The first two years left me bloody thirsty and then, I just tried to parry it. At first I thought it was inevitable, but I was wrong. I guess I just got used to my form and began to act mortal again."

- "Huh. . . . "

      'He hates me now, doesn't he? Why did I have to be cursed?' I look down, not wanting to see Angel's face. I am looking down for about eight seconds until I feel a hand touch my face gently. The warmth and sturdiness of his palm grasping my cheek forces a tear to roll down my face. 'Who is he? Why does he love me so? I can't believe he even loves me. But why?'

- "You aren't afraid."

- "Afraid of what?"

- "Of me. Why?"

- "Why not?"

- "I'm a viscio-----"

      His lips against my own cut me off from saying "viscious monster." His love, his body, all mine. We are now lying on the bed, our kissing is passionate. Yes, he's all mine for the night.