Chapter One: When will she wake up??
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3rd Person POV-
The air was giving off a good feel.
The birds were tweeting, singing that high pitched melody of theirs without a care in the world. They had no worries like us.
The surroundings were bright and welcoming. The scenery was quite dazzling and the landscape a beauty to the eye. No marks of industrialization. No noise. No pollution. Just trees mapped out beautifully, leaving a clearly cut trail that led to a mansion of such old architecture.
This mansion happened to be occupied, yet quiet.
A hummingbird perched on the window sill. Looking inside with it's tiny eye, it could feel the heat from the room it gazed into. Not staying too log, it left the area to fill it's lungs of fresh air.
What's in the room?
The room had a unique, 19th century design. Some say it reminded them of Catherine the Great. But it was not that.
The furniture seemed to have lasted for ages but never lost its shine. The curtains made of thick brown silk, and the full brown paint made the dweller feel a bit funky and dull.
That was the purpose of the painter though.
To make you seem that way so that you feel weak and less filled with energy.
That kind of thing happened in cases that involves things that can't be easily handled.
The mahogany table looked so old and new, that one guessed it could carry an obese man that weighed 4000pounds.
The tiling was the only thing that was bright.
It was white marble.
The bed was a queen-sized bed, holding something frail and fragile.
On the bed lay a thin frame. Thin ivory hair, and a small skull. Shrunken eyes that rest behind closed eyelids, and sparse ivory lashes. A small face and parched lips, which lacked both care and a good outline.
Bony collarbones, and long shoulders.
One wouldn't really know the gender of the person lying on the bed, except being asked.
The person was clothed in a simple, plain nightgown, and had her hands in her lower abdomen.
Her bony arms brought up alot of veins and it popped so slowly, you'd winder if the person was even living.
You could her the shallow, slow breathing. The chest puffing at a slow rate.
People really felt pity when visiting this person.
The lower half of this person's body is hidden under a thick duvet.
This person has all manner of tubes attached to his/her body, but no oxygen mask over the face.
It seems like this person has been out for a long time.
*****
There were sounds of clanking walking down the hall.
Maids rushed and stood in horizontal lines, at the entrance to the mansion, facing each end.
They all had fearsome faces, sweating and hoping not to distort their pose.
The clinking stopped.
A man walked into the hall.
There was no other like him.
He was a blonde. His hair was styled in surprising curly waves, the first half a bit longer than the other and the shorter halve tucked behind his ears.
Huge with slightly broad shoulders, and a titan-like frame. Had long, sturdy legs that left a thumping sound while he walked across the room.
He had his hands behind his back, as he wore a military uniform, ranks on his shoulder and medallions on his chest.
But there was something unique about him.
Something that made his sturdy look beautiful.
It was those limbs at his back.
The limbs with feathers.
His wings.
He had the wings of an angel. Shimmering white and glowing. They seemed to be arched at the moment, preventing the maids from seeing him clearly and the tips meeting at the opposite end.
He seemed deep in thought.
Then suddenly, his voice resonated like thunder.
"HAS THE LADY RISEN?"
The maids ever feared his voice. Sometimes, some say he sounded too soft for his nature. Blest with a surprising high vocal range. But right now something was off.
His voice was off.
He sounded dark.
One of the maids stepped out, a bit shooken.
"Our Lord, she hasn't still woken up. We checked, even before you came."The maid said and the man heaved a sigh.
The dark aura around him suddenly dispersed.
"Go back to what you were doing. My Lord will be coming very soon. I need the place spotless. Get me my tea. I'll be in the balcony. But before then, I'll have to see the lady." The man said, his voice too calm. He waved them off nonchalantly, and they all went back quietly. But one remained.
It was the lady that responded to him earlier.
"Lord...I'm afraid you can't go too close to the lady."
The man, who has already began making his way to the balcony, froze in his steps.
"What do you mean by that, Vanora??"
Saying that name, memories flooded into his head. He kept this lady here because he owned her for helping him sometime back. If not...
By now, she'd be a goner.
"Lady Cupid came over to check on the lady Lord, and she said that the lady's condition is getting worse.
She might never wake up.
And in the mean time, people should keep contact from her. Her body has seemed to catch a virus which spreads instantly on contact.
We haven't even bathed her today because of that." She said, as her voice resonated in the hall.
The man took time to process these words. The woman going by the name Vanora looked into his eyes from a distance. Something flickered in his eyes;she couldn't grab it on time.
"I'll still meet the lady. My body is tougher than a virus-"
"Don't say that my Lord...." Vanora cut in immediately, her voice getting a bit loud. She suddenly remembered who she was talking too.
This man could break her like a twig in 0.1secs.
Taking a deep breath, she continued with a fearful heart.
"My Lord, the lady is in a bad condition and we can't have you risk it going close to her. The doctors of the South are all trying to look for an antidote. Lady Cupid said that the virus is eating her up."
Silence.
"Hm...
Remember your position Vanora." The man said icyly, and walked off, leaving the poor old lady behind...
'Oh goodness me...what have I done??' Vanora said in her head she walked back to her quarters shaking.
*****
As he opened the door, an immense amount of heat hit him in the face.
He know the place had to be hot...but wasn't it a bit too hot??
He made his way across the room slowly. Seeing the now assumed lady on the bed, his body calmed down a bit.
It's been a long time. Finally I can rest since I've seen you.
His face had no fear, despite the warning Vanora gave him. He didn't care anyway. The virus couldn't do anything to him.
He sat on the matress, and felt it sink deeply. He looked at the lady and noticed the difference.
It was true. The virus was eating her up.
She looked like a pile of bones.
He removed his gloves, and kept it on the desk beside the bed. Using his bare hands, he caressed the cheeks of the lady, while bearing a sad smile.
"My love...when will you wake up??
It's been too long... I want to see those eyes look back at me with life...
Please come back." The man said, his voice visibly cracking.
He stayed there a bit, not minding the harsh temperature of the room.
Disconnecting the tubes from her body, he began to do the little he had in mind.
He held her hands in his; her bony fingers and long nails, touching every delicate part of her hands.....
His hands went upwards, stroking her now useless arms...and making its way to her shoulderblades...
Touching it's tips, he then ascended forward to her face.....and then he frowned.
She has no flesh on her face.
She was looking like a goner.
He didn't mind...he cuped her structureless face in his palms and stroked it.
He missed this feeling.
When would it come back?
His fingers met her lips...slowly and carefully he stroked them...
And he planted a kiss.
On her lips.
Suddenly he began to cough verhermently.
He wished the lady good bye and left the room, still coughing, and having a mysterious nosebleed.
He thought it was the virus.
But he didn't care.
He just wanted to have the lady back.
But when will she wake up??
- Writer
