AUTHOR'S NOTE: BEFORE Y'ALL CONTINUE, YOU SHOULD PROBABLY RECALL WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE BECAUSE A LONG TIME PASSED SINCE I UPDATED THIS, SO Y'ALL PROBABLY FORGOT WHAT HAPPENED IN THE LAST CHAPTER. TO THOSE WHO WAITED, THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU KNOW I ALSO HAVE SHITTY FISH BRAIN THAT FORGETS EVERYTHING AFTER A FEW MONTHS. THAT EXPLAINS WHY I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS BOOK OR EVERYTHING IN MY WATTPAD WORLD - totally not explains why I have to capitalize everything tho, but don't mind. It is to only ensure the people at the back (yes, the back, even though the audience is totally lacking, and almost a majority are empty seats and deafening silence waiting for the commencement of the story and the conclusion of my long rant) will hear what I have to say. Without further ado, enjoy your story! 

"Why are you keeping me?" you say, overlooking through the fogged glass. The night and the cold had bled together in colorful bouts and seeped through your bones so that they were frail and rigid. Easily broken.

"Shouldn't you thank me instead of blasting your brains off in rage?" asks he behind you, eyes looking at the dimmed and hazy reflection of you on the glass. Streaks of red seemed to pour from your eyes. But of course, it was nothing but hallucination.

Nothing more.

A shaky sigh releases from his guttural throat.

A shift in the air. A twist of a full-blown skirt. A maddened woman with dark rage detained away in bars behind a screaming heart. An alteration in the color of red that seem to have found and hung down your lashes, so that it was now white, icy and deadly. Illuminating your black eyes so that it gave away sparking rage.

He sighs, one so timid it bursts the cages of your heart into oblivion. And within it you find rage so deep and twisted you could kill and kill and kill. How could he possibly sigh in satisfaction at the anger you portray towards his heinous persona?

Of course, he loved this part of you. The one of intensity and fierceness. The one that would hunger on centuries to feast on blood within a day and receive the world with its ultimatum and end. You had thought you have forgotten and left this part of you behind.

Clearly, there was a wrongness in your thought. A kind that grapples intention and senses away from you, replacing its place with a tedious question you wish had been bounded behind with the world you and him created and the same one you had wanted to forget.

Come with darkness, leave alone light. Hold me in your cusp and never break from me. Be my piece and eat my soul. Live, live, live in darkness so farfetched it becomes you, and you become it.

You remember, remember what he had said years ago. Before you had gone away from his deadly life. It was a thought you thought you could no longer remember, erased away. And yet it is here now. Those words you cannot bear to think yet alone keep within your body as sounds.

He had said those with intensity of fire and madness of storm. There was something to it that seemed as if a string that would pull you up the dark well you have plunged into, only to have the feeling as if the exit  was hell, and instead of going up, you were about to be plunged deeper until you reached the fiery composition.

"You cannot take me again, I am tired of your ministrations. I have a family now, a home, and a life I know is not comparable to what you owe me," you say.

He doesn't laugh - of which you expect him to -, instead he merely lands his eyes upon you. Lashes obscured with dark tresses so that they were one and he was shadow. There is a faint sheen to where his eyes were supposed to be, a glow that peeked through the cracks of his hair, watching and always watching.

"Don't fancy yourself of a good life. The family you have known is nothing but ashes within your delusion," he steps back, leans upon the back of a leathered couch and tilts his head back, sliding the hood of his hair out from his frame, revealing a feature once delicate and chubby and now sharp and intelligent. "You owe me everything."

"I do not owe you anything. Our life had ended the moment I left yours," you say, staring at him, hoping and not hoping.

He stares back, a challenge within his whim," I put you back where you belong."

He moves away from the couch and goes to a single-seater leathered couch. Only now you notice the faint smell of the room. Leather whisked with whiskey. An archetypal smell of luxury and brown.

A smile renders through his features, shaping the bow of his upper lip into a stretch as shadow falls upon him, a set of oddly shaped sharp teeth in full showcase. Glinting away into full glory. Cast as if a mirror that would show what you would truly desire.

He pats on the couch, "Sit."

You, of course, would not oblige, but your knees had been hammering pain into its sockets, signifying your brain that it would take only a small amount of time before it gives in. Surely, sprawled on the floor with an enemy just close to you isn't something gratifying. 

So you pad to it and sit. Adjusting the not-so-horrendous black dress he put you in before he put you into another cell-like room.

"You're a Cicas, no?" he slips around the room, a shadow then, a flicker of light later. Showing in flurries, and then disappearing in the same moderation. He is like perched in the wind that picks up in certain regions of the room.

"Yes," you say, "How did you know?"

This time he appears in light, seated on the couch across from you, holding a martini glass in his hand filled with a red liquid and basking calmly as if a star spread wide against its darkness. "I always know everything."

"If you must know who you are, then there is a need to elucidate to you your strengths," he says.

You lean forward, suspicion readily made within your eyes, lashes stuck in wide from as you look at the ground beneath your feet.

"I am with no strength, I am a Cicas. A filth of the world," you say.

He chuckles, reverberating the room so that everything seemed to have moved and shook, "You truly believe that? How dense of you."

You raise your head up at him, looking back and meeting his gaze.

He drinks from his glass and there's a glass pinging you hear as he gulps. Another odd encounter. He tips his head back, showing off the curvatures of his throat, bobbing down and up.

"Have you ever wondered why you could see colors and describe the galaxy of someone?" says he, wiping off the droplets of cocktail that has dripped down his chin with his white shirt that only now you notice because of the coat he wore earlier. Now it looked like he greedily gulped down blood, staining his faceted cloth.

Your suspicion blares out in horns. It sounds as if pulsing beats in your own world, throbbing pain into it to seal it.

"You understand it?" you say. Wishing you had took back the words before it drifted out a specter from your mouth.

"Of course I do," he stands up, brushing away the creases formed from his sitting.

He shuffles in abrupt time by the door, now seeming to rattle, hoping to be unhinged from its suffering of keeping something unbearable either out or in.

"We can see and feel souls," he winks, "Afterall, we are the same."

This raises something within you, as if a buoy had so helplessly anchored down under the ocean and now only let surfaced.

"What do you mean? You are a Cicas? Just like me?" questions remain forthcoming. Seceding out of your mouth and the rolls of your tongue in witless grace.

"That is a story for another time," he interjects and nods at a red box placed near the couch that you only notice now. "Wear that in the ball."

"What ball?" you ask in alarm.

"Why of course, the Beltane Ball." He smiles, a suspicious glint in his eyes, as if he had cards up his sleeve and they were ready to be used. "I heard a prominent figure is attending, wouldn't want to miss that, right?"

He opens the door and there is no light outside, only deep and dark black that had appeared as if there was nothing to go further outside. He turns his head a slight motion to your direction, "Fear not, after this is all over, you will go to a joyful place."

And he disappears out into the void of black.

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UNEDITED.

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