The Dark Wind

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“My little flower, where are you? I’ve waited for long, and yet you have not arrived at the Dark Wind?” Wind’s voice was laced with acidic sweetness, the honeyed words ringing out clear in the air with his crisp, breezing voice as it was carried to where I was.

I visibly froze, and Anneson must have seen it, because the blue in his eyes began to cloud as I saw his hand move closer to his body, presumably to draw a weapon against this man whose voice I froze at. I couldn’t let Wind see Anneson. First, Wind knew my name and he had no qualms in telling everyone my true name, the painful name that I’d tried so hard to throw away.

Once, Lorna Reyzon was a name that was revealed by witches and wizards, for I had a perfect future; a perfect potential as the Mistress of Magic Manipulation. But it had winded down the drain when I turned nightstalker. Rumors began to spread of my death, but not my rebirth. Since then, I’d changed name and escaped the shadow I’d casted upon my own self. But Wind; he was the only one who was around when I turned, for he was my Master. He knew fully who I actually was, and I didn’t need Anneson knowing that I was his sister just yet. What’s more, Wind knew Anneson, for he’d seen the boy when he was just a baby once before. I wasn’t sure if Wind would recognize my brother, but the slight similarity in my brother’s and my face would no doubt give the secret game away in just a few seconds. I needed to get Anneson away, before Wind decided to do something funny.

With effort, I rose out of my seat, motioning for Anneson to get out through the window while I moved towards the main corridor, where Wind would be. It had never struck Wind to knock, and my Master knew no manners, especially when it came to me. Wind had always been like that; controlling, unpredictable, but so painfully gentle. I had once been a love-crossed-eyed girl around Wind, but I’d long awoken from that blissful nightmare, and I now saw Wind for the true nightstalker he was. Though Wind knew my secrets, I knew many of his, and he was not very happy about that simple fact.

Anneson, though not understanding why I was so afraid of this guy, understood what I wanted from him as he bolted fluidly from the armchair to the window, unlatching the window. With a quick nod from him, he jumped out, and I did my best to calm down my racing heart as I turned into the main corridor, to meet Wind. I had hoped that I wouldn’t meet him for today, for I had enough trauma and fight yesterday night. Furthermore, my fight with Wind had made my nightclub nothing but ruins, and I had a sneaking suspicion that Faith was blaming me for it. Why else would she wake me up so early in the night, to torture me?

Wind was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans, paired with a midnight black casual, long-sleeved shirt. Yet, it was rolled up to his elbows, freeing his wrists and hands for flexible movements. His white hair was, like always, tousled in a crazy manner that made him look unbelievably handsome. He was still wearing his sarcastic smile, and the dimple was still there.

And the thousands gods above damn me, but I swore my heart skipped a beat.

“There you are, my lovely black rose. You look as gorgeous as I woke up imagining you to be.” Wind said with that honeyed voice, and for a moment, I was thrown back into my old self when all my wits left at the sight of his gorgeous body and face.

But I wasn’t the Lorna Reyzon I used to be when I fell in love stupidly with Wind. I was Dru now, and I wasn’t bothered by his charms. At least that was what my mind told me, if only my body wouldn’t start getting so hot. Yesterday had been like a train wreck through my mind, with the almost-dying and all, and I had been too busy thinking about Anneson that I’d forgotten Wind’s charm.

“You, frankly, look like you belong in the dumpster. Why are you here?” I gathered my wits back quickly, sharpening my sharp tongue as I watched him approach me with his quick, breezing glides.