Apparition

Chapter # 7

Stuck in the dilemma where both outcome for me is death. A dead end where eternal sleep resides .Just why the hell I am stuck in this awful place and situation. 

“DON’T!!” A dreadful voice screeched through the hall. I Hugged myself and cried, letting out my anguish. 

What should I do? 

The loud banging over the door, immersed me in extreme fear. 

I have no time and have to decide how I want my death and I chose to die by that woman- maybe it would be less painful. 

I search for the jar frantically. As I was looking, I heard a voice,

“What are you doing?” The deep vehement voice came. I squeaked and turned to look at him. He put his hand in the air and snapped. The sound echoed in the room and  those old candles in the chapel blew up and ignited it. I clutch the hem of my dress tightly, horrified by his reaction if he heard that I haven't put it back yet.  

He gave a glance over the banging door and then at me with his unfathomable gaze, hiding all his malevolence. 

His heart throbbing  form came to me and scanned my timid and frightened form. I crawled back as my back hit something. He bent on one knee, looking at me with such intensity that I cannot explain. 

His eyes moved down from my eyes to my shaking body, scanning my petrified reaction drawn out just by just supreme presence and finally his fazed eyes stopped at my wrist. 

His fingers traced down to my hand and caressed me so gently, hiding all those rash reflexes of his. He stroked my bleeding wrist. The strange melt of that woman burned me too. 

He stared  at it for a while and I found myself losing in his eyes and turning oblivious to the banging sound on the door of the death reaper. His eyes flicker with a hint of fondness and wrath as if someone broke his precious possession. And the fierce fire of making the person who did it pay. A look of fondness that I refuse to believe that me being hurt hurts him. My shallow breath left me as I tried to pull my hand back, not being able to bear this anymore because I don’t wanna  lose myself in him; in his in-depth gaze of eerie yearning.

“Who did this?” He asked, his voice dark which deluged me in the oceans of terror. 

My voice was stuck in my throat. I couldn’t be able to speak in his terminal gaze, looking for his prey; which is thankfully not me.. for now. I hesitantly pointed at the door and kept looking at him. 

I shut my eyes when he brought his hand close to me. I shuddered tremendously  and sensed him moving his fingers on the side of my face. my hairs stood on the edge, on the verge of losing consciousness. 

A silent sob escaped me as I bear his revolting touch which touches me so softly. The way his fingers brushed against my skin and grasping my senses in his allure and taking over them and owning me as his. And no matter how much I try to pull- it was so almost impossible. I don’t want to think about a creature which is not even human and moreover a devil like that. 

He moved me close as his breath lingered over my face. He was too close to me as my heart was about to burst from my chest and fell into his bottomless pit of mystery and horror. 

Not being able to bear this tribulation anymore. I found myself losing my senses as a darkness fell over my eyes and I almost lost my consciousness. 

“I will take care of it..” Those were his last words I heard from him and lost my sense falling deeper into the abyss where only tormenting ends await me. 

Before I could receive a short-lived salvation of devoid solace A scream reached ears. 

My eyes shot open as I sat up and looked around to comprehend the sound and I realized it was coming from outside and this voice is none other than a graceful lady in wedding dress. She screamed in my mind, striking it drastically and causing chaos . I felt those low  voices calling out to me that I will have the same fate as this. 

A whisper left me as I clung onto anything I could find. The room was still lit as I hugged a pillar and began to cry.

 She was crying for mercy. For live. he was killing her in such a cruel way that I can never imagine.

“ I BEG YOU!!” The voice echoed everywhere I continued to cry. I don’t even want to think what he is doing to her that she is  shouting like this. She was begging him for life, for mercy - to a devil; just how distasteful it sounds. 

“I WON’T LET HER HAVE THE SAME FATE!”  She cried. Is she talking .. about me? I just trembled fiercely when I heard it. I surely don’t want to end up like her . But these voices and those dazzled words are leaving me in a state of endless havoc and I cannot liberate myself from it, falling deep into those cages of misery and breaking apart slowly. Playing over the fingertips of that devil, crumbling apart. 

I shut my eyes and put my hand over my ears not wanting to hear this anymore before it could kill me like a deadly poison. Filled with endless fear which extended to no ends, I lost my senses in dread and collapsed.

A hand caressed my cheeks from the back of it’s palm, I shook my head when I felt that warmth. Hand moving over my skin so slowly and lovingly. I slowly opened my eyes and quickly sat up only to see no there. A gasp left my mouth when I realized I hadn't put the jar back and I lost my senses in that chapel due to the dread which burst from me in the form of never ending tears. 

I looked around and saw no one, the light blew off and it was dark again, I saw that jar laying on the ground beside me. My dried throat begged for some water and I stood up with my weak legs which have no strength left in them. My hollowed body filled with nothing but his lethal apparitions. 

I leaned on the column and tried to get some courage and looked at my wrist which had stopped bleeding and a bandage was wrapped around it. 

An empty scornful smile crept up on my lips. It must be him, it kills him when someone else hurt me because he loves doing this himself. Love tormenting me and taking amusement out of it, Loving to break me apart and leave me vulnerable with no hope of being saved, on the verge of shattering. The only one who can hurt me in the most terrifying way is him; that’s what he thinks and makes it actual. 

I grit my teeth and picked the jar and walked out of the chapel, not putting it back and feeling too tired; exhausted. 

When i took a step out of the chapel, My eyes widened in horror as bile built inside me, giving me immense chill and wallowing my soul in fright and repugnance. 

There, that woman's corpse was lying with her skin melted, leaving her bone and her arms and legs twisted backwards.

Tears blurred my vision as I threw up upon seeing that unbearably disturbing sight. In my whole career as an archaeologist, I have seen many corpses but I haven't seen as disgusted as this one. It was utterly revolting. 

He killed her gruesomely, turning her into nothing but a grotesque corpse.

Not being able to bear this anymore, I went back to my room. Luckily I didn’t stumble upon anyone on my way and locked myself inside the room. I fell on the ground, Letting out my breath which stopped, shaking my head trying to forget that I saw something like this. Blinking to not lose my consciousness. He is heartless, cruel.

Gasping loudly, I quickly get the knife from the cabinet. An ancient knife I found years ago and opened that jar which has a heart inside it that was still beating and giving me intense odium. 

I gave it a look of eternal loathe and fury and was about to stab it but that alluring woman’s voice echo through the room, 

“Don’t, Mary!” I quickly shot my head to see where that soft charming voice was coming from but there was no one. 

“Why!? Just take it and free me!” I cried letting my agony out, this overflowing feeling of ravage, these restraints which are holding me captive in those pits of anguish. The path which leads me to nowhere but destruction; I am tired of it.

I lowered my head and curled my hands in a fist, letting out my feelings. I was crying, someone held my chin and made me look upwards. 

I raised my head and saw her smiling at me, I looked at her with my watery gaze, ignoring the fact that I saw her corpse which made me feel great aversion just now. I found myself lying in her eyes as she leaned in as said sadly,

 “Don’t give it to him.” 

“Why? Please tell me, why?” I begged desperately.

“Emma Roseville..” She told me and pulled away. Before I could ask, she faded right in front of me. 

Emma Roseville.