Forever Undead (on hold)

Who ARE you? (Part 1)

I sighed. It has been one week, officially, since I met my soulmate. ... And ran from her.

I heard from the other Undead that she was coming in someday soon to do her job.  I was giddy for her arrival, but I knew it was pointless when I heard found out exactly what kind of profession she had. She was a medium, yes, but also a highly sought after demon hunter. Kind of ironic, huh? 

I rocked back in forth as I sat by the little girl again. I wanted to make sure Charles understood that she was off limits. I breathed a laugh, and the little girls head snapped up, whipping towards my still form. I drew my knees closer to my chin, and I rested my head on my arms that I crossed on top of my legs. I couldn't stop thinking of her. That beautiful girl; her perfect, soft looking skin; her gorgeous figure; her captivating eyes. My own eyes watered. The little girl watched, slowly becoming more comfortable with my sudden appearence. She frowned as one tear slipped down my cheek, and I gritted my teeth, willing myself to stop. 

I've been around this little girl more than I should have been. She knew I was there every day, and If I wasn't, she'd search for me. Being the only child in this huge mansion, miles and miles away from any body else, she was lonely. Even I could tell she had no friends, except her dolls, such as the ones she would grip tightly like someone would take them from her. Every nigbht she fell asleep, I would always arrange them. I would arrange them the way she liked. The ones she loved most would be up close to her, and the ones who were only the ones she had to keep were placed at the back. The ones that she loved would talk to her when she needed the companionship. It was kind of sad to she this little girl by herself. I don't even know her name.

"My name is Tessa, mister. You can just ask." She muttered, turning back to her doll. My eyebrows furrowed. I didn't say that out loud... Did I?

"No, you don't need to say it for me to hear it." My face contorted into a frown, and she turned to look at me, as if knowing. Her face pulled into a scowl, as if reading my thoughts. 

"I can hear you in my head. I hear everyone in my head. They all call me freak when I know things I shouldn't know." She said, casting her blue eyes downward. I watched as her fingers grasped the dolls arms, bringing them up in an 'excited' manner, lifting it off the ground. The legs dangled, and Tessa stared intently at them, watching as they swung farther and farther apart by an invisible force. She sighed deeply, and opened her fingers, letting the doll drop with a thud in a heap.

She stuck her tongue out of her mouth off to the side, still keeping her gaze on the doll. Slowly, slowly... It's limbs started to twitch and jump. I stared, dumbstruck, as it jerked around, almost settling in a starfish position, before sitting upright abruptly, and slumping over as Tessa looked away.

"I'm a freak." She stated simply, then stood up, and walked out of the room.  My mouth gaped open, and I slowly unfolded myself. I snapped my jaw closed, and I reached my hand over, poking the doll. It feel over with a faint thump, the limbs sprawling.

I swallowed, and stood up. I ran a hand through my dark hair, and I swallowed again, grabbing at my throat. No one had ever made me uncomfortable like that. What the fuck?

I inhaled deeply, and immediately regretted it. There was that scent. Her scent. The citrus-woodsy-vanilla smell that made my non-beating heart go crazy.

I growled, and called out to Russel, stalking through the wall to the hall, passing doors that banged in protest as I sped by, the girl's doll forgotten. 

The long hall of the mansion I was in seemed to go forever. But I've been here long enough to know every twist and turn, every nook and cranny. I passed the overhang of the foyer, and I continued on my search, hissing out Russel's name as he failed to respond.