Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 13

“Answer me now when I speak to you.” Obsidian demands through clenched teeth.

This Heather girl though just gazes emptily into the demon pit of his eyes, she fearlessly enters and stays put.

This girl whose name must be Heather just unyieldingly stares without even muttering a tiny sound, this girl she doesn’t blink, she doesn’t move, she doesn’t respond to his demands.

Fairy dust for hair and water from the purest springs for eyes… but this girl she doesn’t look angelic, her soul too mixed up with too many emotions that her face will not show.

“Who is she Obsidian?” I ask because things aren’t progressing with this mute girl.

That’s when she turns towards me.

“Who am I you ask… do you really not know? Can’t you feel it?” she finally speaks.

Now her eyes pierce mine but with a dagger, I look into her eyes and her emotions flood out as I read them, they tell what she won’t physically say.

Heather… I now remember what I forgot. That time Obsidian first drank from me he spoke of Heather. She is also his meal… but now that I figured it out why is she here?

“I know who you are.” I say to her.

“Took you long enough.” She says dryly.

“Why are you here?” I ask plainly getting to the point, this was no time for formalities and games, I could just feel it she just wasn’t here to say hello.

“I am here to-” but then she gets cut off

“Heather walk now, we are leaving.” Obsidian declares grabbing a hold of Heather’s arm.

She pulls out of his grasp and shots him a curdled look.

“No,” she firmly declares.

Obsidian laughs a distasteful, disbelieving chuckle, his reaction so stale as if he has never heard the word no before.

“Really I have not even one once of this thing called patience right now, so do you really dare to push it right now. Are you really that eager to find out what happens when you disobey me so blatantly?”

She winces but doesn’t back down.

“I guess you just didn’t hear me too well but my answer was and still is no, you never listen to me so why should I listen to you.”

“Do you really think you have a choice? It’s funny because you honestly believe you have an alternative,” he states.

“Obsidian please stop,” I suddenly say, I don’t know why but I continue. What I am about to say is something he doesn’t want to hear and something I question even myself for about to say.

“Leave.” I push out my one word, five letters but it seems that my concluding word seemed to start something I tried to finish, like adding fuel to a fire.

My mouth continues to forsake me, before I can think my thoughts through they spill out.

“Stop condescending her and just leave.” I look to her and our eyes clash again. “Because you see she isn’t here for you, no she’s here because of me.”

“What? Are you kidding me, she couldn’t possibly have anything to say to you.” He says.

“Please, even if you just wait outside I need to hear what she has to say.”

I don’t know why I am even pleading, I don’t know myself anymore, my thoughts my actions they all don’t seem like my own because they no longer make sense. What am I really doing right now going off on just a feeling?