You're blushing

Drops of blood began to appear and drip.

And the next thing I did, I destroyed everything. I never cared for the clothes, for the room, or for any material things that belonged to my father.

I wasn't sure of how much time had passed but when I looked outside past the broken window. The moon was at its peak high in the sky.

The cold air burst through the room. It sent shivers down my spine. The cold felt nice, the ice breeze was like a snowy blanket to my skin. Staggering away from the window, I was about to turn around when I fell back and hit the ground.

I winced when I felt pieces of glass and wood splinter my skin. I gazed at the blood that dripped from my body. Maybe I was being selfish to think that things might have been different. But I still had that tiny glimmer of hope. But after all these years, things have never changed. I ran away to escape my destiny but destiny always had a strange way of making sure that I never got away.

•°•°•

"Tie her on the floor. We need to begin the ritual."

I was in and out of consciousness... I was dragged on the floor like a rag doll. Chains and cuffs were tied to me. The floor beneath me glowed red and the ancient symbol appeared and once again. Once the chanting began, pain shot through my body. The scream that erupted from my chest felt unreal and didn't sound like me. And what felt like forever, today's session had ended. I barely had the strength to stay awake.

"Is she ready for the ceremony?"

"We need a little bit more time and soon she will be ready."

I felt cold hands grip around my neck. I was lifted off the ground to stare at the coldest eyes I had ever seen. He tightened his grip on me and the air was sucked out of me.

"She better be ready."

•°•°•

Another nightmare... it seemed I had unconsciously fallen asleep, a nightmare of a reality that once happened a long time ago. The blood had stopped dripping but the shards and the splinters still seeped into my skin. I sat upright and pulled my legs towards me and hugged myself. Sometimes being surrounded by darkness was comforting. Even though the darkness I have inside is dangerous, it also protects me even though I despise it.

I froze when I felt something warm cover my body. A heavy black robe shielded me from the cold. Immediately I got up to see who had lent me the coat. And under the darkness that clouded the broken room and barely any light from the moon. There he stood, with a gleam in his obsidian black eyes, the person that killed my human shell, the person who brought me back to hell.

"Why are you here?"

"Is that any way to thank someone that just lent you their coat? So ungrateful." He annoyingly proclaimed. I walked towards him and took off the coat.

"Thank you but I don't need it and can you please leave." I held out the coat to him but he never took it. So I grabbed his hand and when I was about to drop the coat into his hand. He suddenly grabbed my hands and pushed me against the wall. I winced from the impact. The pain had blinded me for a second and in the second that I blinked; the coat was now covering me once again. And my hands were held by his hands.

"What do you want from me?" He never looked at me but instead stared at my injuries. He sighed and began walking away and pulled me along with him. I protested and tried to get away but the more I pulled away, the more the pain increased.

We walked down the hallway and reached the furthest chambers. He opened the doors and the atmosphere of the room was tense. I pulled my hand back and began to walk away. I didn't care about my wounds. My darkness would heal it in a while. Before I could walk out the door, warm hands hugged my waist and I was suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown onto the bed.

"What the hell are you-!" My eyes were shut when I was lifted but when I opened them, I quivered back as I felt the bed dip. I moved back to sit upright but he gripped my wrists.

His face was inches away from mine and he was on top of me. His body gave off so much warmth that the coat on me felt like nothing compared to him. Unlike that time back on Terrae when he tried to kill my mundane self. I couldn't tell his features when he wore his cloak but now he had the face of a handsome prince.

But wait... that night... he kissed me...

"Get off of me" I tried to pry him off of me but he didn't budge.

"You're blushing." He finally spoke and caressed my face. I turned my face away, his touch burned my skin.

"Have you never been in this position before, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me sweetheart!" I shoved his hand away but then he inched closer to me with a smirk, while I tried to move further away from him.

"I don't know why you brought me here but I have to leave." Besides remembering the kiss, I also remembered how he sliced my skin. There was something about him that made him mysterious. His aura was different and I wasn't sure if I was intrigued by him or if I just despised him.

Seeing my father brought back so many unpleasant memories. I just wanted to be alone but he gripped my hands which got me so annoyed. I continued to pry my hands away but he still held them tightly. I kept on demanding him to let go but he remained quiet with that smug face and that smirk that I just wanted to slap him away.