Fatal love brings dire death for those who chase it. Cast aside in a world where destiny is chosen for you, two must decide how far their love is worth chasing.
Chasing the Wind
an original
Chapter 1
"Anniel" My father called from the other side of the door. If I pressed my ear hard enough against it I could make out the clamor of Jenaveave, my step mother, unpacking her things.
"I'm not coming out!" I yell back. I hear my father's frustrated sigh as he gives up and goes to help his new wife unpack.
I wasn't being difficult, wasn't throwing a needless fit like a typical seven year old. I had my reasons. After living my entire life in a city, the most beautiful city in the world, my father decides to move to Nexpa. It's a small city near the border that just so happens to be stuffed in one of the most rural forests in all of Ore.
I can hear their hushed voices as they try to decide what to do with me. "She's just a little girl dear, giver her some time."
"We should have been gone five minutes ago, we don't have any time." Even though we were separated behind a two inch door I still knew my father's brows were furrowed now as anger began to set in. I could practically see his face in my mind, each move, each word so predictable and so unoriginal. All I was ever good at was making my father mad. Being the one thing in my father's life that he can't control brings with it a certain level of expected turmoil. That was the only reason he married Jenaveave. We both knew he was at his wit's end with me and getting me a mother was apparently the best solution he could come up with.
I heard the light taping of her knuckles against the hard wooden door. "Honey we're getting ready to leave, are you sure you don't want to come with us? Maybe after we could stop for some desert or something?"
"I'm not coming out" I repeated, this time it was missing the anger. That was reserved for my father and my father alone. Suddenly hit with a wave of weariness, I rest my head against the door as I listen to my step mother relay my message.
My father says something to her then they rush down stairs together as they slam of the door behind them. As I opened the door I couldn't help smiling at my little victory, however hollow it was. I walked to the huge double door windows in my new room. Pulling back the curtains was like suddenly opening my eyes for the first time to my new life. A blanket of soft white powder covered the tree tops and people bundled in thick layers scrambled about in hopes or escaping the cold.
Snow. I had only seen picture of it but never had I actually felt it. My mother used to try to explain it to me, before she died anyways. I let my palm rest against the cool glass. My touch sent a gently fog streaming onto it's surface. I pulled my hand away and watched at it slowly reseeded, finally disappearing altogether leaving no trace or sign to tell that it was ever there at all. That's how a persons life was like. After a person died their memory and the things they left behind only hung on for so long before it too faded away and was lost forever in the endless stretch of time.
I felt a tear slide from my eye and gently caress the side of my face. It had been a little over two years and already I was forgetting her face, her voice, the way that she held me close to her soft beating heart. I refused to be like my father and act as if my mother never existed. I woul-
The sound of laughter shatters my thoughts. I look down only to see a child staring back up at me. I wipe away the tears. He laughs once more and I feel my face grow hot with both embarrassment and rage.
See there was one thing that needs to be said, my people bore the burden of a curse from the gods; a hunger for blood. With that came a sort of twisted hate for the rest of the world, for the rest of life. Rosaleats weren't supposed to feel anything but anger and violence; hate and pain. Weakness was a dangerous thing. I looked down at him realizing I couldn't risk him telling anyone. He must have seen the wheels begin to slowly turn in my small seven year old mind because he decided it was his time to split. The thing was, I wasn't ready to let him off that easily.
There were two things this little peeping tom didn't account for.
1.I was fast, and I mean really fast.
2.2. for a girl I definitely knew how to throw a punch.
I was my house and running before he even had the time to make it out to the forest.
For someone so small he was pretty fast too. We were deep into the woods by the time I caught him. He had made a wrong turn, his foot when one way while his body seamed to have an entirely different agenda. He tumbled to the floor giving me the chance I needed. I was on top of him and pinning him to the floor in seconds.
He struggled beneath my hold, but he was such a scrawny guy that it wasn't hard to restrain him. "Get off of me" he grunted.
"What's your name?" I said gripping his wrists tighter.
He glared up at me defiantly. I squeezed tighter till he winced. "Fine my names Mitchell. Now will you get off of me!" I loosed my grip slightly.
"Why the hell were you spying on me Mitchell?"
"I wasn't spying! I just went to see who moved in. It's not my fault you left the blinds open like an idiot while you cried"
I could feel my lips rising into a snarl. "Give me one reason I shouldn't pummel you into oblivion."
Again that defiant look flashed into those deep blue eyes of his. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't tell all the kids at our school about you?"
Our school? This little pee wee? I let go of him and stood up. "Our school? How old are you?"
He sat there for a moment rubbing his wrists. He was stalling, I could sense it. "Seven"
"Seven!" I said in disbelief. When I saw his face grow red with embarrassment I knew he wasn't lying.
I took a moment to look at him, really look at him. He couldn't have been taller than my shoulder and with those blond locks of his he could have been one of those huge dolls my mother used to buy me.
For some reason the thought of my mother sucked all the anger out of me. I sunk into the soft cushion of snow beneath my feet. I must have had that look on my face, the one that told you I was about two seconds from falling apart because he got this really weird look on his face. He sat beside me, his hand still rubbing the ache I left behind in his wrists.
"Sorry about that." I said quietly. Apologies weren't really my thing but it needed to be said.
"I'm sorry I laughed earlier." We both grew quiet which showed the kind of society we lived in. Kindness was the kind of thing that made any body feel awkward.
"My names Anniel." I said breaking the silence.
"I know."
