Chasing Daylight

Felix, October 18, 2014

Chapter 11

  I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE TO DESERVE HER. She’s too good for me, I know this.

  But here she sleeps soundly in my arms, accepting me and my faults, all my lies and monstrous secrets.

  She doesn’t seem sick while she’s sleeping. There is no whimpering, clutching stomachs or restlessness.

  What am I doing here? My life is not for her. I’m so unhealthy for her life. I’ll steal her from her own humanity soon. But I bet she’ll be okay with that and that is what kind of scares me.

  Okay, forget the soundless sleeping. Whimpers escape her suddenly and she is shivering as she scoots closer to me; any closer and she’ll be on top of me.

  Like I mind. I welcome her tightly into my arms, covering her shivering body in her thick comforter as she starts to settle down a little from her almost frenetic stage.

  It’s Saturday tomorrow so, if she’s up for it, I’ll have to do something to make up all the times I’ve mistreated her. Which is practically every minute I have spent with her, I’m sure. She doesn’t know it but it’s true. And when she asks about Cassidy?

  What will I say? The less she knows, the safer she is but she is so damn stubborn that is probably going to be impossible.

  “How do you stand to be so close to her…and not have her remind you of ourreminiscences?” Okay, this voice scares the crap out of me. It’s not Skai who is talking; she’s still fast asleep, her face snuggled deep in my chest and angels do not imagine things, let alone go crazy.

  So what did I just hear? I glance up to, for the first time in more than two hundred years, feel a shade of human again.

  Long brown curled hair sits lively over broad, gentle shoulders that run down to a beautiful figure, I’ll admit though that makes me feel so disgusted.

  This figure wears an Armani leather jacket and black leather skintight leggings with ankle boots with a thin stiletto heel. Two slender, long arms are folded across the chest that leads me to quickly glance over the Seven Gods necklace; a simple silver chain with a large, clean cut Tanzanite gem (from the Meralani mines) seated neatly inside a thick plain white gold silver rim, imbedded with slanting rows of glittering round diamonds. Outside, that made a band of gold, making a fragile web around the hundreds of tiny diamonds.

  My eyes linger a few seconds longer on the necklace, recognizing it the second I saw it, and then settled on a face. This face brings back memories. Some good, some bad…most of them bad. And painful above all.

  She has a slight widow's peak with fairly large eyes. The smoldering charcoal granite black color that almost sparkles when they hit sunlight. Her eyebrows are as dark as her hair, with a slim jawline and too full lips. She is slender but not muscular with a beautiful figure. She is evil. She is manipulating. She is betraying.

  …she is…

  “…Cassidy,” I murmur, my lips barely moving to her name when she smiles meekly and lands her hands to her hips.

  “Felix Sanestarro.” Each two words is separate and distinct, a larger smile tugging at her lips as she slowly starts making her way towards my side of the bed. Already I’m on the other side of the room.

  “What? Are you scared of me?” she fakes a hurt voice. “You hurt my feelings, Felix.” But then she smiles. The smile that she gave me every time she wanted something. And she got it from me.