Chapter 5[Painting...]

My eyes teared up a little as I covered the back of my neck with my palm , facing my grandparents and Rowan.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about, Bella."

I looked down, bowing my head, not being able to face anyone anymore.

Just then, a pair of hands hugged me.

"It's okay sweetheart, you know what, go freshen up.Let's visit my art room while granny prepares a nice meal for us okay?"

My eyes immediately lit up in the mention of the art room, the place where my soul lives, the place where 'he' lives.I nodded slowly while my grandpa led me to my room and Rowan to his.

I quickly locked the door and laid down on the bed for a few moments.This is the room I've stayed every time I visited my grandparents ,but just the fact that this room wasn't always mine.It used to be a room I shared with someone but let's not spoil the mood here.

I have more things to be worried about right now, like my best friend's behavior earlier and the fact that my grandpa mentioned my mark all of a sudden.

Everyone in my family knows that I'm not comfortable speaking about it.It's a birthmark, just a very, very unusual one.One that I don't like showing people because it would make them think that I'm some kind of freak with a weird tattoo on my neck.

I slowly walked to the vanity and took off my tops , facing my back to the mirror.I tilted my head to my left and brushed my hair to the side to get a full glimpse of the mark through the mirror.

A pair of black and white angel wings beautifully carved on the crook of my neck .It looked like a tattoo but on a closer view, you can clearly say that it's more of a wound than any ordinary tattoo.What a weird shape for a birthmark right?

I've had this mark on me since birth and not even one single person could provide a logical explanation to me on behalf of the mark.So, I let it be and forgot about it to completely assume that I just have a very unique birthmark and that's it.

No one even spoke to me about it.But why now?Why after eighteen years must my grandpa bring this topic into conversation?Is everything alright?Is there something I should know?

I smiled looking at the mark as it reminded me of 'him' and I stood there admiring the mark for quite some time but then it suddenly hit me.

"Oh gosh!The art room!"

I quickly ran to the bathroom to freshen up.I walked to the kitchen, dressed in my usual sweatshirt and comfy shorts.I could see granny cooking something.So, why not lend her a hand?

"Oh sweetheart!No!No! I'm not letting you do the work."

She snatched away the knife that I was about to use to chop the veggies.

"But grandma..."

She looked at me with a smile.

"You must be tired honey, it was such a long journey, and, your grandpa want's to bring you to the art room."

I heard someone clearing his throat behind me.Of course I knew who it was.I turned to see my grandpa with a warm smile extending his hand for me to take it.I chuckled at his behavior and followed him, taking his hand in mine.

And, there you go, the room that I would do anything to be in, was right before my eyes, locked.I slightly looked at my grandpa while he handed me the keys.Sort of like a tradition between me and him that happens every year we visit them.A tradition that kept me alive all these years.

At this point, my heart was beating so much as I tried to contain my excitement.I slowly unlocked it and pushed the door open while it slightly creaked.The moment the door opened, the smell of canvas and paint waffled through the air, the smell I absolutely loved.

I took my first step in, followed by my grandpa behind me.I saw all my grandpa's paintings , beautifully decorating the halls of the room but my eyes were wandering all over the room ,and finally landed on where my heart belongs.I knew exactly where it was, for this is the only thing that occupies my mind 24/7.

The painting of the most beautiful man I've ever seen laid before my eyes.An ancient painting that belonged to my ancestors somehow made it's way to my grandpa's art room and also my heart.

My eyes gleamed as it viewed the painting of a man with icy blue orbs,silky chestnut hair and sharp jaw .He was dressed in a dark coloured royal outfit and had a piercing gaze that always succeeded in taking my breath away.

I slowly brought my hands to the painting and stroked it while my lips curved into a smile.And there, the feeling I craved for, the most.The moment my hands came in contact with the painting, I felt a subtle pleasure on my mark, more like a burning sensation.A feeling I can't describe in mere words.A feeling that lit my soul in fire and brought me to a state of euphoria.

Is it in my imaginations?I don't know, but it happens every time I touch the painting, the time I touch 'him'.

I stood there admiring the painting of the perfect man in black wings with those ocean orbs that held untold mysteries within.

The sharp features that make him look ethereal, too perfect to be true.This perfect man lying before my eyes is the sole reason of why I never even bothered to take a glance at any other of my opposite gender, because I somehow fell in love with the painting of this flawless being.

Oh ,how I wish he was real.

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The devil got up from his throne and walked around, a feeling of uneasiness taking over his body.The ink engraved on his neck felt tingly with burning sensations all of a sudden .The devil ignored this feeling and smirked to himself knowing he is going to see her for the first time in eighteen years.

The girl he loathed to the core for taking away his possession. The girl he would burn to ashes right before his eyes to compensate for what he lost.The girl he would wish to torture in hell for the pain he endured in eighteen years.

But the devil stopped in place, thinking , will he be able to do all of that?

Because no matter what, she is the girl destined to complete him and no matter what, she is the girl his soul would want for as long as the mark exists on her.

The smirk on the devil's lips never fell flat as he knew , she was pure trouble , trouble for his dark little heart.

"Let's finish this game once and for all, Isabella Lusyn."

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I stood there admiring the painting for such a long time, completely forgetting about my grandpa behind me.

"You do this every year, I bring you to this art room and you walk straight to this painting without even looking at the other art works.You ONLY look at this painting.I never really questioned you about it.But, what's so special about this particular painting?"

I smiled slightly, my eyes still not leaving the art before me.

"You ever looked at something and felt an immediate strong connection, grandpa?Like, your heart knows....this is the one meant for me?"

Silence was all over the room.I turned to my grandpa, my hands still on the painting while he smiled a little.

"I guess that is how I felt when I saw your grandma."

He said, his cheeks slightly tinted pink.

I smiled at him and turned away, facing the painting again.

"Well then , I guess..... that is how I feel when I see this painting..."

I said, almost too inaudible to be heard, while stroking the canvas.

But little did Bella know that every time she looked at the painting and every word she spoke about it, the fear of loosing her was increasing in her grandfather's heart.

Stop desiring him Bella.This is going to ruin you.