Key To The Blue Flame

Chapter 4

I can’t think properly all I can do is stare at his face, that sinister expression, am I scared? I can't answer that, I can't express the sensation that I feel inside my heart. I can't even hear it.

All I can feel is his eyes, those eyes that holds various secrets, that makes me want to ask several questions and receive answers that I feel I would regret if I ever knew. Why do I want to know them?

Those eyes that threaten me, but like a child I stay still engrossed in the unidentified, electrifying danger it leads me in, unable to break away because of an un-defying, careless curiosity.

The dark yet profound light they hold makes me incapable to look away; the concentrated eye contact makes me disregard how to breathe. I become numb as I slip into more and more of a trance. My life… Should I protect it?

 “Stop it, big brother! You can't!” I heard Damien vaguely, yelling at his brother.

What am I thinking... those thoughts were not mine, so why were they in my head? I value my life, my heart, the heart I can finally feel beating loudly.

I clench my chest. Why couldn’t I hear my own heart just a second ago? The bullying ominous vampire walks up to me,

“Are you scared?” he says clearly content from the way I reacted with his approaching me.

More than him already being insensitive, he was also so taunting on top of that. I grit my teeth a little angry for allowing this stranger to get under my skin or maybe my emotions are masked and are all just the illustration of fear, maybe.

“Obsidian, stop it, please! You’re going too far, let’s just go!” Damien yells, pleads with his own brother.

So that's his name… It is as beautiful as he is himself. Obsidian- the volcanic black glass rock that is so smooth, clear, and elegant- yet, at the same time, holds so many sharp edges. On rare occasions, crystallization could occur, making it even more beautiful- like a vampire truthfully is.

A vampire is made of an individual that possesses great unimaginable beauty, something so rare for humans. But after that process, obsidian becomes very fragile, easily broken, and could be compressed to a beautiful, sparkling dust. Falling like sand, but still shining like black diamonds.

Could a being like him ever be fragile? Could he be broken? Could a being that seems so strong and indestructible ever really feel fear?  Obsidian… what a perfect name for being so seemingly perfect.

“You look so attractive when you’re all scared and quiet, it excites me. Like a punched puppy, makes me want to take you home.” He smiles. “Now whimper.”

“What the hell?” I can’t believe him again, first seeing my slight fear and now this, he is so mocking.

“I could kill you for that,” I say out of pure anger.

He arches his eyebrow and bends to my level setting my mind clear of past anger. His face so close to mine it makes me feel self-conscious, more color rushing to my face by the second.

I want him to get out of my face but then again… ugh I don’t know. Why am I reacting this way? It’s not like I like him, he’s just a pretty stranger and his personality is un-crush worthy, but the closeness of our faces… Am I attracted by his facial manifestation? It wouldn’t be weird if I am because vampires naturally are attractive in nature. 

“You? Can kill me? You sure are becoming more fun as time goes by. Try puppy I’ll even give you an advantage I won’t counteract you for a whole long minute.”

His personality is categorically horrible. All this weird crap with vampires being just confirmed just a little while ago and now I’m being tempted to fight one?

I’ll have to be crazy to try. But I guess I’m because I throw a right and hit him square in the chest then I solidify.

“1, 2, 3, 4…” I hear him start counting.

Why does he make me react a different way than I want to, I wouldn’t have hit him because I have no place to, all I was a donor to his brother and he an invader.

“30, 31, 32, 33…” he continues.

“Stop counting,” I sigh dejected. “I’m not going to fight you besides I haven’t fought since high school so I’m rusty. Just leave me alone.”

“What if I still want to play?” His voice deepens clearly signaling a change in his mood. “If I break this beautiful neck of yours will that be okay? Would it hurt less than me piercing your heart with my bear hand? Which one do you prefer princess?” he says sliding his hand from my neck to my heart.

The hot sensation of his hand and his deadly words make me realize who I actually am dealing with, his dick personality made me forget.

“Why are you doing this? It’s not like anyone would believe that vampires are real. I wouldn't even dare open my mouth to say that they are.” I say panic jumping in my heart.

 “You'll be surprised. However, this has gotten boring so I won't make time for this any longer. Where did your passion go- whatever, play time is over. Come on, Damien. I don't really care enough to kill you yet, so bye-bye, princess. It’s been fun.”

Obsidian grabs Damien, and throws him over his shoulder, the more steps they take the more my heart anticipates for them to get to the door. Then he turns back I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack.

He smirks,

“Calm down puppy.”

Does he have to always call me that when I’m frantic?

“I just forgot to tell you, you’re not as safe as you thought. You were but now at least not from our kind, whatever just be careful, you have our smell on you so that might attract someone or something from the supernatural now that we came into contact with you and didn’t kill you. Think about it.” He says putting two fingers to his temple. “How will you defend yourself from things guns don’t usually kill?”

And just like that, they disappeared behind my door. What's going to happen to me, the supernatural, guns, protection, vampires?

Can I actually protect myself when I couldn’t even hold face against Obsidian? Will they come back? Will more of them start appering in my life?

Will I be safe?  Why did Obsidian seem to touch a part of me I never knew before, some part of me that I didn’t like, and never again want to see or feel?

My heart… it feels like it is on fire, it doesn’t feel good. I start to cough then noticing the putrid smell that seems to surround me, and suddenly, blood spits out of my mouth. It dribbles down, flowing like a thousand tiny ruby droplets.

The more I cough the heavier the blood seems to become. What's wrong with me! Did he do something to me? I rush over to my bathroom, grab a cloth and cover my mouth.

I try to calm myself down as the blood seems to cease flowing. I close my eyes and all I see is Obsidian. 

Why is he in my mind at a time like this? His eyes are the ones that I wish would tell me what to do and how to feel, because I am just so confused right now. 

His eyes left an uneasy impact on me. They made me feel different somehow; those eyes that contradict my feelings, those eyes that I don’t want anything to do with, but somehow, can’t stop thinking about.

I hope I never see vampires again. I hope I can just be left alone by the creatures of the night, forever.

I just want to fall asleep and forget this day ever happened, and have my life go back to normal, but I still feel so uneasy.

I feel that there are still so many closed doors that are all about to be forced open. I rest my back against the bathroom wall, scared for tomorrow's sunlight, fearing it would bring new obstacles and nightmares. Fearing that it would be eclipsed by darkness, by… obsidian.

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NOTE--

obsidian means darkness