Blood Related

Chapter 4

After a long day of digging and thinking I think it is really time to just crawl into a hot bath and let all the crazy was off me and relax. While the hot water is running and steaming up the bathroom I lit candles placing them around the bath and sink. I was leaning over the wide bathtub to place a candle in the corner when I caught my reflection in the mirror placed at the foot end of the bath. My legs crossed looked never endingly long and sleek disappearing underneath my black silk gown. My long ink black hair hung over my shoulder flowing past my hips, the tips rippling in the water. My soft ivory skin lay cold over my face. Green and red the color of my eyes and lips stood out next to strings of hair dangling over my face. My face looked cold and my shoulders stiff, now I understand what Ray saw in me that reminded him of death. Slowly I slid of the gown and chills ran down my spine as my feet sank into the warm water and the cold clung to my body.

The hot steamy bathroom hide behind my eyelids and I closed my eyes. Miaka’s face haunted the silence of my thoughts. “Ray isn’t allowed to know” the words egoed, screaming in my ears against the cold silent night.

It is not uncommon for children to have imaginary friends, however if Miaka and Ray are really so close why would she want to hide her friend from him. It could be that she is scared that Ray could feel that she does not trust him and has created an imaginary friend to coup with her stress. It can’t be because one can see she trusts him completely, however his reaction is weird. Ray keeps changing the topic when asked about Miaka.

“Anemone!” Nikita’s voice peers through my thoughts, when I opened my eyes she was standing right next to the bathtub. Her arms wrapped around herself and her blue eyes screamed with terror matching her scared face. “Nikita! What are you doing in my house, you can’t cross the boarded!” I found myself screaming. Nikita twisted her head back and screamed while distorting away. I reached for my gown that was heaped on the floor; just as the tips of my finger stroked the soft silk something gripped hold of my shoulders and pulled me under. My heart almost burned with shock and I tried to pull free from the phantom pressing against my breast so hard that it felt like my chest will snap. Maika appeared and disappeared in front of my eyes, only her face was distorted. Her face now looked evil and crocked like a demon casing after a child; she no longer looked like the Miaka I knew. “Stay away” the words were whispered in my ears over and over again soft and then loud again. The voice sounded like Miaka with a hint of evil pleasure and demonic sins. Miaka’s evil twisted face twisted into an unrecognizable beast. Now it was a male face staring at me, his skin old and grey with folds that were out of place.

The breath in my lungs became little and my will to fight even less. My limb body stopped moving to reserve enough energy for my heart to keep beating. With every passing second I felt even my heart wanted to give in. My eyes closed on their own and the blurry world disappeared and the only thing I could focus on is the vanishing sound of my heart beat.

The beat of my heart has become so faint it could barely be heard when the pressure relieved from my chest, allowing my lungs to expanded and gasp for air if I wasn’t still under water and my body not so weak.  My limb body was still able to feel that it was being lifted and held against something warm and muscular. The feeling of relief vanished as the cold floor pressed against my back. The softest lips pressed them self against mine and a warm hand opened my mouth a bit, just enough for warm sweet breath to stream into my lungs. With that one breath my body ceased to feel limb and useless and my hand reached up to my hero’s face. His face felt soft and the way perfect would feel if you could feel it. My body warmed up instantly as his hand tangled in my hair and his arm took hold of me. When I wanted to open my eyes and see who my angelic hero was he released me and my eyes flung open with shock. His face shocked me more than the demonic beast trying to drown me. His long black hair fell over his face covering his blushing cheeks. He placed his hands in his pocket and turned away from me. “I told you not to get involved Anemone” his cold voice spoke drifting towards me where I sat on the ground holding myself. It is him, the death angel.

“And don’t ever case away a warrior when I send her to protect you.” He scolded and threw me with a towel that was hanging on the door as he walked out and then he was gone. When I hugged myself in the towel I felt my skin burning, where the demon pressed me underwater there were burn marks and around my torso and legs as well. The blood on the wounds was black stained by the evil sins from the demon.

I crawled onto my bed naked, due to the pain being intensified by the towel on my wound. Looking at the roof my eyes started to tear, knowing that a visit from a ghost, demon and angel in my protected house was not a good sign.

What did I get myself into?