Jezebel (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Jezebel's POV

It was raining today. Sitting by the window with my chin in my hands, I watched as the clear raindrops slid down the clear glass window and disappear from sight as they splashed off the window pane. The sky was heavy with dark gray clouds as far as the eye could see and it was raining cats and dogs. The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the glass soothed my banging headache, but brought me no comfort as I leaned my head against the cold glass.

I sighed heavily. I usually loved the rain. It gave me the feeling of being rejuvenated or refreshed. To me the rain washed away the mistakes of yesterday to bring a sunny new day of smiles and rainbows. It was like taking a shower and becoming clean after playing outside in the mud.

But not today. Today I felt like the rain were the tears that had grown tired of falling from my eyes. The only person who would know how to stop my tears from falling was Angel and my heart ached more at just the thought of my dear beloved sister. I grimaced at the thought that Mara was looking for her. What if she found her? What if everything they had told me was a lie? What if they were really psycho? And if so, if they found her, what would they do to her?

My hands turned into fists as my nostrils flared in anger and I punched the glass as hard as I could. I winced at the pain that shot through my arm the minute my fist hit the glass and I shut my eyes closed as I tried to steady my breathing. When I opened my eyes, I stared at the window for a moment, surprised and shocked. I don't which I was feeling more.

The window had a huge crack running straight through from top to bottom with a few smaller cracks circling where I had punched the glass. I looked at my bloody fist in shock and then back at the window, my eyes wide. How the hell did I just do that? There's no way I could be that strong.

The door to my so-called room suddenly flung open and a young woman stood in the doorway. She was absolutely gorgeous with lustrous, chestnut-brown curls falling around her face and shoulders and a pale white complexion. Her body seemed to be curved to perfection without a flaw. My eyes trailed up to her face and my eyes widened in horror. She was beautiful without a doubt with full, pouting lips covered in hot pink lipstick turned up into a cunning smile, but her eyes were the strangest things I had ever seen. One eye was a red as blood and the other a bright glowing blue like Seth's and Mara.

"Who are you?" I asked, not recognizing my own voice.

She threw her head back and laughed before sashaying into the room towards me. She moved quicker than lightening and within the blink of an eye she was towering over me with that sick evil smile still plastered on her face. She tilted my chin up to look at me properly and her sile broadened.

"I didn't think you would recognize me without wrinkles." She said, still smiling.

I gasped. "Marana?!"

She laughed again and turned from me to show me a twirl. "Who's the fairest of them all now?"

I stood frozen in shock before I got over the spell and managed to open my mouth. I turned from her and walked back to the window, keeping my back to her, so I could appear uninterested in her new appearance. "So, I'm guessing your potion worked."

"No need to guess, honey." She cooed with an amused look on her face. "You can tell." She glanced at the window and frowned slightly. "You shouldn't take your anger out on the windows. If you feel like venting, you could have just said so. We can take care of that."

I looked at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"

She snapped her finger and the cracks in the window suddenly fixed themselves back into place and returned the glass to its former state as if I had never touched it. I jumped away from the window, surprised. I still couldn't get used to the weird stuff that was going on around here.