Kijora soared away.Her tall broad body hit against the wall but the unknown force didn't harm her much. She billowed in the air,eyes staring sharp at the older man. She caught a glimpse at the younger man.He saw darkness and beyond his mind, a cloud of reminiscence pierced his heart. Haska knew her and so did Kijora. Both men stood on guard, ready to attack but not Kijora. Not tonight. She grinned. Kijora turned to face the wall and penetrate the solid partition. She was gone.
Haska sat at the bed's end, he watched Cherie as she lay unconscious. Next to him another man stood staring out the window.The man named Haver had come to Cherie's aid earlier along with Haska. It was Haska who sensed the malicious being which led him to Cherie's apartment flat. Kijora wasn't a stranger to them. They had known her for ages. They knew what she is and her capability is not to be ignored. The man walked towards the window where he saw the night sky began to change, day would appear soon and he has to leave.
" She was lucky... We came in time before the witch could take her body." Haska breaks the silence.
" True, my friend. We need to be more vigilant now. She will not stop whence she has found her prey. This building has been our hide all this while. Hiding from her kind. And because of this girl, our kind would be in danger. Kijora will come back...and she would bring the rest. We have to prepare for the worst." Haver exhaled his distress.
" Haver..." Haska looked at his friend with hope in his eyes.
"Let's find another place." He spoke.
"No, my boy." Haver shook his head and turned his attention away from the window.
"What do you mean ?" Haska was stunned by Haver's reply.
"We have been running and hiding for centuries my friend. It's time we stay and fight." Haver made his decision clear towards Haska. He saw the young man's eyes widened in disbelief.
"But we are out numbered, Haver." Haska's heart sank. He saw the distress look in Haver's eyes.
"Our kind may be out numbered, Haska. But not the others." Haver spoke again, his eyes lightened with anticipation.
" All we have to do is ask. I will make the arrangements." Haver concluded. Before Haska could speak, Haver smiled. Dawn arrives with mild glare from the sun, morning shines lightly through the window glass; from where Haver stood green smoke began to rise from his feet. It spread up to his shoulders and engulfed the being instantly. Haver disappeared.
Haska was left speechless. He was still seated by the bed's end, he gazed at Cherie who was still deep in her faint. Her dark brown hair messed across her face, Haska hesitated but brushed it aside softly and saw the girl's features.There is something about her. And Haska couldn't put the pieces of curiousity together. It feels like he knew her too.
Have we met before this,dear girl. He whispers in his mind.
Those eyes which he gazed earlier seemed so familiar. But whose? And from where had he met thoses gentle and beautiful eyes. Haska could not remember.
The sun almost emerge from its rest. Haska had to leave before it destroys him. He wish to stay longer with the girl but his fate had been cursed and so were his kind. Haska stood away, green smoke begin to leak from his palms and they swam around him till he too disappeared.
Cherie felt pain as she tried to move and wake from her sleep. She felt like she had sprained her neck from tumbling down the stairs in her dream but she didn't dream at all. All was blank in her sleep. Cherie took a deep breath, she tried to collect herself together and it came to her like a slap on her face. She realised that was no dream. She recalled a woman stranggling her.Cherie sat up instantly despite the pain which begin stratching all over her face and shoulder.
No. It wasn't a woman. It's not human. Cherie told herself.
Her heart began pounding. Her eyes searched around for the creature.
What happened? Cherie questioned herself.
She saw it was day already outside. And the creature is gone. She reached for her cell phone on the bedside table. She dialled the only name she stored in her contacts. Neha.
The waitress walked towards the back corner of the diner and served Cherie a mug of black coffee. Just the way she ordered. A mug not a cup. She's been cranky since she stepped out from her apartment. Was it fear that drives her irritable? Cherie couldn't speculate her own behavior. She took the mug with both hands, sniffed the aroma from the coffee and took a gulp. It was warm and it felt good. She waited for Neha as promised earlier on the phone. Cherie extend her sight looking out if Neha has reached but not yet. Cherie begin to get paranoid, she scuffled her bag for her cellphone.
" Gosh! What happened to you?" A female voice spoke.
Cherie looked up from her search and saw Neha standing across her table. Quickly, Neha settle herself down. She didn't let her eyes blink for seconds as she stared at the obvious bruise on Cherie's face. Cherie kept mum.
"Are you hurt?" Neha asked anxiously.
"What the hell. Ofcourse you're hurt. Why did I ask?" Neha slapped her forehead.
" Cherie. What happened?" Neha leaned forward, she whispered.
Cherie looked over Neha's shoulder. There's an elderly couple occupying the table near the entrance of the diner and she saw no one else. The waitress was not in sight and the atmosphere was lightly filled with songs from the chain's radio. Her thoughts came back to Neha, her mind and feelings were in a rummaged. She doubted to share the incident but she has no one else to turn to.Neha's eyes were still fixed on Cherie's face.Waiting for Cherie to say something. Anything. Slowly, Cherie moved forward closer and shared her experience that night. In her thoughts, Cherie hoped her only friend would believe her.
