Boundless

Chapter 4

Emilia had always known she was different. Even when she was around psychs, she always felt like she didn't belong. Her father said that it was because she was very special. She remembered when he was telling her. She was six and she wouldn't stop complaining about how she never felt the same around other people. Not that she usually got to meat other people. He sat her down on a hay stack and knelt down in front of her. She remembered the look in his black eyes, that resembled hers so much, it was a look of longing and hatred. Back then she didn't understand why he was so angry. She always thought it was because of her complaining. She looked into his eyes and she could see herself in them. He strained a smile when he spoke, "Emilia. You know why people don't like you, I've told you many times before."
Emilia nodded, hanging her head. Her mother called from the house for her. She jumped off the hay stack and stood in front of her father. He was at her height even on his knees. He was very tall. She stepped towards him and put her arms around him. He never returned the hug. She walked away from him, towards the house, tears stinging her eyes.
Now, Emilia stood behind the dark haired boy watching him closely. She leaned agains the wall while he inspected the painting closely.
"Who painted this?" he asked tracing his fingers along the ivery frame. "Who do you think?" She asked walking over to stand next to him. "I'm not sure, I can usually figure out who painted something but this one," He gestured to the painting, "The paint strokes don't really ring any bells. It would of had to of been done by a famous painter. It's quite ravishing."
Emilia turned and started walking down the hallway, "Ravishing...haven't heard that one before." She walked and showed him the rest of the house, leaving out her room. Myles didn't seem to care about her privacy as he barged into her room. She groaned and followed him into her room.
"You don't have much stuff." He said examining the room. She cautiously stepped around him, not wanting to get to close. He gave off an intense vibe that put her on edge.
"I don't need a lot of stuff to be happy, do I?" she replied folding her arms across her chest. Myles took a step back, "Okay, calm down." He said raising his hands. Just as he raised his hands a gust of wind blew through the window, stirring the shades. Emilia locked her eyes on his. She knew. She knew he'd created that wind. She watched him closely, not moving. He did the same, not daring to move. It was like two predators stalking the same pray. They stood there for several more seconds before Myles broke his eyes away for a spit second. Then and there Emilia knew what he was going to do. She knew even before he'd done it. He launched his self at the window. He was gone in a blur but Emilia was just...gone. He hit what he thought was the window pane, it turned out to be someone's stomach. He landed flat on his back staring up at a gorgeous face. His vision was blurred but he knew who it was. Kicking his leg out he managed to get her onto the floor, giving him enough time to flip over onto her. He was straddling her waist within a second. He let out a laugh, that didn't sound humerus. "Poor little Emilia." he said wiping his eyebrow that gleamed with blood. Emilia's face turned hard and she punched him in the jaw, hard enough to brake a humans jaw but he was no human. He let out a puff of air and tuned his head back to look at her. She'd made his lip bleed and it split even more when he smiled wickedly at her. The blood trickled down his chin and dripped onto her nose when he leaned over her. "Now there, there's no need for that." He said gripping her wrists and pinning them over her head. "Well then Miss Emilia, I thought It'd be harder to get you." Emilia stared up at him blankly, her breathing heavy. "When he sent me out to get you he said it'd take me a bit to get to you." He leant in and whispered in her ear, "He said you'd be stronger, but you're nothing. You're a weak useless girl." he laughed again. "Aw, don't look so sad, I've always been his favourite. He even said it to me, he-"
Emilia didn't wait to find out what he was talking about. He'd lent so close to her face that he wasn't sitting on her anymore. She pulled her legs up to her chest and using both feet, pushed on his chest. She sent him flying across the room and into a wall. She pounced strait onto him, pinning him up against the wall. She had her chest pressed against his, his forearms were pinned to the wall, they were flush all the way down to their feet where she had his between hers. Their faces were so close together that they could practically kiss. That never crossed her mind. "Hey there, no need to get close and personal." He smirked. Emilia didn't react. "Don't tell me you're going to be one of those serious girls. Serious girls are no fun." He frowned when she still didn't react. After a moment she spoke, strong and clear. "Who are you and what do you want?"
He grinned, "I'm Myles Ribe, I'm 17 and I want...you." His eyes darkened at that and made a move to escape her grip. She didn't budge. She gave him a pounding headache, using only her mind. He whimpered at that but didn't react in any other way. "Who sent you here?" She asked carefully. He smirked again and shook his head, "Now why would I tell you that?"
She stared right into his eyes again and imagined him withering in pain on the ground. He gasped and she let go of him as he dropped to the ground. He curled up in a ball and sucked in his breath, "No! Stop! Please, it hurts!" He cried out. "Who sent you here?" she asked again, "Your-ah!" He gripped his head between both hands. "Your father, he wants you back. He's been looking for you. He sent out some of us to help." He bit down on his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. "How many did he send out?" she pressed. He didn't reply, only cried out in pain. Emilia relaxed her mind and banished the image of hurting him from her mind. "Sorry." She apologized pulling him off the ground and sitting him on her bed. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. "What did you do to me?" He whispered. She just shrugged, "I only just discovered I could do it a couple of years ago. I'm guessing it's not as strong as it could be. It drains me of energy if I do it for too long, though." She tried to explain best she could without distracting the matter even more. "Did you say my father sent you to find me? You can't trust him, Myles." he nodded and opened his eyes, "I could do with some water. Maybe after that I'll tell you." Emilia sighed and nodded. She took him by the wrist and guided him to the bathroom. She didn't want blood all over him when he went down stares. She sat him down and started cleaning him up. They were silent for awhile. Emilia caught him stating at her. "Yes?" she asked still cleaning the blood off his lip. "Nothing. it's just you're a lot different to how he said." he said tilting his head to the side a fraction. Emilia moved onto his chin, she tilted his chin up a bit. "How so?" she asked, not overly interested. "Well he said you were always emotionally weak and very rash. I don't see any of that. He also said that your hair was a light brown, not this black." he said lifting the ends of her hair up. Emilia realized they had the same coloured hair. "Oh, he also said that you had very chubby cheeks, but you have obvious cheekbones."
She'd moved onto his forehead, "You're a half demon, aren't you?" she said, stopping to take a good look at him. He studied her but couldn't find any interest to what she said on her face. "How'd you know?" he asked. She could sense it. "What just happened, back in my room, I don't know but that gave it away. And the fact that no normal 17 year old boy could identify the painter by looking at the paint strokes and the frame." She said as if it was obvious. He nodded his head and turned the palm of his hands up, as if to say 'true'.
After Emilia finished cleaning him up and she got the blood off her face they heard the call for dinner. They both cleaned up pretty well. Their wounds had already turned to small scabs and they looked alive as ever. When they were leaving the bathroom Myles stopped in the door way. "How do you know I won't run away?" he asked over his shoulder. She shrugged, "I don't. For all I know you could leave right now and go tell my father. But by the time you get back I'll already be gone and you won't be able to find me." she said simply.
"What if I don't go back to him? What if I stay here?"
"I'm asking you not to go back to him. He's dangerous and he will hurt you. Once he gets what he wants he'll throw you out, he won't need you anymore. He's using you to get to me and I'm not worth it. Leave if you like but I want you to stay." She said smoothly without a break in her voice. She saw something brake in his expression and she knew she had him. She never thought it would be so easy. He gathered her up in a hug and whispered in her ear, "As long as you always have my back." when he let go of her there was something different in his eyes. It tugged at her memory but she didn't understand. Before they went down Emilia stopped him, "Wait, when were you born?" she asked. He raised an eyebrow, "July 3rd, why?"
"What year?"
He hesitated for a moment before telling her, "1900." she nodded and
they made their way down to dinner, to join the rest of their family's. Dinner went smoothly and everyone seemed happy. When they saw the Ribes off Emilia went up to her room and locked herself in there. She laid down on her bed and let out a big sigh. Rolling over she thought of her dad. His face flashing behind her eyelids. She hadn't realized how tired she was until she woke up at two in the morning. She didn't even remember falling asleep. She closed her eyes again, willing for sleep to take her. It took a while but when it hit her, it hit her hard.