When We First Met

*Contains mature content*

You have been warned.

POV

Nym:

After I finished eating my meal I began to clean up. I turned the hot water on and poured a small amount of dish soap onto the dishes. The suds dripped down my arms and left small white bubbles before popping a few moments later. I thoroughly washed the silverware, plates, mug,and pan. I placed all of the dishes in the small dishwasher and started the washing sequence. The light turned green and it began to clean them.

Well I should probably make sure all of my tools are cleaned properly before usage on these two creatures that shall be destroyed by a fellow creature of the dark. I headed back to the room and unlocked it again. The door clinked shut once again. I checked Carol's and Justin's pulse. Hmmm everything is normal, they should wake up in a couple of hours.

I headed to one of my side rooms and wheeled out 3 carts full of the necessary torture equipment. I turned on the stereo and began to play only instrumental dark music.I began to sterilize the needles, scalpels, saws, and other tools used to slice or prick the body. I placed everything in trays on the top shelf of the carts. Cleanliness is a must in my opinion. I do not enjoy filth at all; it makes my want to peel off my skin.

The constant sound of the piano and violin fill the main room. I began to softly hum a cheerful tune. Carol's hand twitched; they are finally waking up I thought joyfully. Another 30 minutes and we should be able to begin. I pulled out my business phone that only has my boss's, Emimile, personal number. I was the only one who had this number; I had known her since I was eleven years old. She was happier back then. Nym began to recall some memories from when she was younger.

Flashback:

POV

Emimile:

My mom finally returned from her business trip. I excitedly ran to the door as I heard her secret knock. I peeked through the keyhole to make sure it was her, and then I opened the door to find her with a young girl. The girl was covered in black soot and ash. She heavily smelled of smoke. Her eyes darted around the room quickly. She looked extremely angry and bared her teeth at me. She growled but it came out warbled, it was as if she didn't drink anything and her throat was stuck.

My father came down the staircase and the girl pounced on him. She tried to bite him and cause more damage by gouging out his eyes with her fingers. Her arm and back began to leak a dark scarlet color onto the white tile floor.

"It's okay. He cannot hurt you anymore. You're safe. It's alright." He coaxed her. Her eyes closed and her body loosened, but she stayed wrapped onto his neck fiercely.

"Hey Emi can you help us take care of her and try to be her friend. She has been through so much, so please be kind to her. She doesn't have anyone anymore." My dad said sadly. He kissed me on the forehead.

"Thank you my beautiful sunshine." He began to carry her upstairs, and he handed her to my nanny.

I turned to my mother and gave her a big hug. She in turn wrapped her pale arms around me while gently squeezing my body. "I love you baby. Never ever forget that." She said. I felt something wet on my cheek and looked up to see her beautiful face crying.

"Mama please don't cry. I promise that I will look out for her no matter what. I showed a toothy grin. She chuckled at my antics.

"Thank you honey. You are the best daughter that I could ever have hoped for." Smile lines appeared by her green eyes.

"Of course mama!" I humphed. "No one could every replace me.

"Alright little one it's getting late. Would you like me to read you a story?" She asked softly. I nodded and we headed upstairs to my bedroom.

I saw the same girl asleep in a new bed that I had never seen. She was actually quite pretty after a bath. The blankets were a soft lilac purple with some lace. The bed frame was white wood that had gentle swirls carved into the wood. She was curled up into the fetal position and would occasionally whimper. My mother tucked me into my Seafoam green blanket and brushed a stray lock of light brown hair out of my face. She began to tell me a story about "The Nightingale and the Rose" she began her story.

At the end of the story I asked her a question "Why would she willingly die for him if he never loved her? She knew that he would never love her and that the tree and the other creatures loved her and her sweet songs. Why couldn't she just be satisfied with what she had?" I asked my mother, confused.

"Well my dear some people would do anything for people they cared about, even if, it destroys them. Love can just be that powerful, and not all love stories have a good ending." She gently explained.

"So everything that the Nightingale did was for nothing?" I asked puzzled.

"You must form your own conclusions because not all answers will be clear in life." She sighed. "Goodnight my princess." She kissed my forehead and walked out the door. She gently closed the door with a soft click.

"Goodnight Mommy."