The Eyes

The Set

-Grandmother-

 

Vincent never left Julie’s room. He sat there, staring at her. His eyes sometimes slipped to above her head, looking at what, I couldn’t tell. Cyprio eventually pulled me out of the room, standing in the kitchen to talk privately.

“We need to talk to Vincent about him being Resurrected.”

I gave him a sharp look. “Let him rest, the boy might lose Julie.”

“He knows he will lose Julie,” Cyprio almost hissed. He was frustrated, I could tell. He still couldn’t stand the mortality of death. “I know what the Power of Life does. He can see things now, Avila.”

“What things?” I whispered. I already knew the answer. I’ve read about this sort of thing, but only in the oldest books that were so old they would turn to ash if you held them too tightly. And I read those when I was put a child, two, almost three, centuries ago.

Cyprio didn’t answer me, he only looked down. After a moment of him thinking, probably talking with other parts, he looked up. “Vincent could go insane.”

Vincent was stronger than that, I told myself. He couldn’t let his mind slip. But I was only being foolish. Anyone’s mind could run wild if that were happening. Seeing things that weren’t supposed to be there, hearing the prayers of the dead; it must have been tearing at Vincent, eating at him every day.

“Cyprio!”

My husband was by Vincent’s side in a heartbeat, ready to take action. I followed behind. Julie was up now, her hand over her right eye, rubbing it. “It itches!” she cried, almost ready to claw at it. Cyprio pulled her hand away. Green tendrils spiked along her eye, over the right side of her face. Her eye watered, ready to release tears. The Eye must have accepted her after all. I knew the girl was strong.

Once the tendrils receded, Cyprio let her hand go and she flopped onto her back, catching her breath. “Oh my god, it was terrifying!” she yelled. She sat up suddenly and threw her hands up. “The Power of Life is a woman! And she was smoke! Green smoke!”

I let myself laugh softly with Cyprio, but Vincent was confused and looked up at us. “The Power of Life is a woman, sister to the Power of Life,” he explained. I expected him to explain the rest; that he was the offspring of the two powers, but he kept quiet.

“And I didn’t know you were fifty, Vincent. How old is Viktor?”

Vincent furrowed his brows. “I’m fifty-six, and so is he. Demons age slower than humans, but since we’re half human,” he trailed off.

Cyprio stepped forward. “Before we digress further, I need the Eye of Death. We need to put it back in”

Vincent left the room to retrieve it, and Cyprio started to ask Julie questions. My mind was elsewhere though. I would have to talk to Vincent about his new found abilities. Cyprio would have to help him as well. Maybe it had been wrong of me to ask so much of my grandson. He may have been a powerful demon, but he was still part human, and that human half could be his undoing.

Vincent entered the room and handed the glass orb containing the eye to his grandfather. Julie pulled off her bandages, showing the bare eye socket. Soft pink scars stood out under her eye, on her cheek bone. She would carry those scars for the rest of her life.

Cyprio removed the Eye from the glass and held it delicately in his hand. It sparked green when it touched his hand, recognizing its son. He ignored the spark of green and turned towards Julie. “This may hurt.” She nodded, signaling she was ready and she clutched the blanket that covered her hands. Vincent looked away as Cyprio pushed the eye back in. It made a sickening noise and the girl seethed in pain.

The same green tendrils snaked out on her cheek. Cyprio pulled away and stood. Julie opened up her two green eyes and blinked as the left one settled back into place. When she looked around the room, I could now understand why Viktor had been so keen on getting the Eyes. As a complete set, they were mesmerizing, enchanting. They almost lured me in with their temptations, but I was above that. The set of Eyes could never control my desires as it had Viktor.

 

-Author’s note-

I know the title for this part is really lame, but I am horrible at coming up with titles. You will just need to live with my bad title making XD

 

-Madam