My Arcane Muse

The mesmerizing red roses and the cold blooded strings

He who knew her fiery nature rubbed his forehead frustratingly being aware of the fact that he would get scolded badly once he was spotted by her, "Will she skin me alive if she sees me here??? Or, will she just hand me to the police??? Not a big deal for her, after all, she was about to hand me to the police for just a key if I lost it ever.", he chuckled a bit with a sigh full of amusement.

So, however, he took small steps forward clenching his fists while scanning every corner of the whole house which was visible within the range of his vision and searching the demoness through rotating his head like a satellite but his eyes couldn't spot her anywhere around.

The house appeared to be so empty without anyone's presence that it was sinking in drop-dead silence.

"Seems like she is not at home. I should go away too. Otherwise, that impossible missy will lodge a complaint against me of robbery. That hothead, she can do anything. I will come to meet her later and also will return her this key.", he who didn't want to stay a second in that chilling atmosphere with echoing deadly silence of that house and also didn't want to take any false accusing of his short-tempered boss muttered to himself clenching the key in his hand with an indifferent gaze which was hiding his disappointment.

Though he decided to rush out immediately, he paused for a moment after spotting a guitar with broken strings lying next to some new strings and tools meant to use for fixing them along with a bunch of red roses messily scattered on the tea table. 

Knowing the fact of his weird boss being a perfectionist and organized freak with OCD and mysophobia he decided to place those roses orderly into the empty vase on the tea table and fixed that guitar in order to clean up that mess on the tea table before he bid farewell to that house.

Kneeling down in front of the tea table he gradually picked the roses one after another while admiring their beauty in her thoughts, "These roses seem freshly bought. They are so beautiful but they were not there when I came in the morning. Maybe she got them later. But with her, that rough personality, is she really an admire of such delicate flowers??? It's kind of too hard to believe... is she really the one who brought them???"

"What am I even thinking??? No matter how hotheaded she is at the end of the day she is a girl maybe with more feminine and soft sides. Though a person with such a bad temper will never buy those delicate roses yet a girl with tender heart will still buy them no matter how hard she is from outside.", he wondered while comparing her fierce stern face along with her signature look full of disdain with his imaginary pictures of the soft delicate tender version of her.

"It is also possible that someone may have given them to her. After all, she is such an amazing lady... maybe some kind of her admirer or any fanboy or something...", he wondered where his heart ached a bit when the thought of the gender of the rose giving person crossed his mind spreading a bit of bitterness in the air which subconsciously made him bite his inner lower lips in uncertainty whereas the look of his eyes along with his facial expression became dull sailing in an unspoken gloominess.

"Anyone can give flowers to that witty missy. What does it have to do with me??? We are two different people from completely different worlds.", he who was being sulky and a bit aloof continuously thinking about the person who offered her flowers didn't know the fact that it was she, herself who often purchased them as she kept them in a vase on the writing-table in her room to keep herself inspired to write the lyrics of a perfect song while diving herself in the memories of someone which was buried deep down her heart beside having the habit of personally clipping off the thorns of those red roses before arranging them into the vase.

But that morning she who got the delivery of those flowers after asking him to leave placed them on the tea table to clip off their thorns but later she completely forgot about them due to her not feeling well.

As a result, he didn't have any single idea of his meany boss actually being into red roses till then as he never had been to her room for a once so far.

"No matter who gave them, they are so beautiful. The red roses are the best among flowers. They are too pleasant to eyes. They can easily ease my mood with their charms. Red roses were my mom's favourite. Maybe that's the reason I am into red roses since my childhood. Except for the music that can fix my mood it has to be red roses.", he gathered all the roses together and carefully placed them into the vase one after another making sure not to damage any single flower admiring their beauty and delicateness.

'Done, now they are looking even more amazing.", he took a minute to admire the dazzling vase decorated full of red roses where the next moment he took up the guitar carefully observing its problem, "Now let me check what's up with this one. The strings are badly torn. Now that there are tools that need to fix it then let me just get down to the business."

He then began to carefully take off the broken strings and replace them with the new ones. Once he was done replacing all of the broken strings with new ones he tested their new adjustment by playing the guitar for a bit where he wasn't aware of the fact that in no time he was about to welcome a silent moment full of shock, surprise, regret and pain.

"Ah..", he reacted slightly in pain and took a look at the wounded finger while mumbling, "It's just a small wound though it's bleeding a bit too much. It will be fine.", he just slightly shook his head with a neglecting sigh where the next moment he again focused back to test the proper adjustment of the strings of the guitar playing a bit of tuning.

He who didn't know that the minor wound was going to cost him a lot kept playing the tune he was playing to test the guitar being immersed in that tune he was playing as his all tension and his all complaints were soaking and soothing away with his fingertips running through the strings of the guitar producing a piece of mesmerising music while tiny drops of blood from her wounded finger were dripping onto the carpet one after another.

Ena who regained her sense gradually after having the strong scent of blood tickling in her nose mumbled, "Blood..."

"The strong pleasant scent of blood is coming from there.", she opened her eyes while enjoying the enchanting scent of the blood while still lying on the floor where at the end of her words she somehow managed to pull herself up to sit leaning her back against the cupboard behind her whereas her deadly glared was fixed on the sight of the drawing-room which was seen through the half-opened entrance door of her room.

She who somehow managed to get herself to the entrance door of her room while wobbling the whole way to there freaked out leaning herself against the wall after encountering Eugene out of the blue in frustration someone holding up to her clear sense without giving in to her vampire nature as she didn't want to hurt him, "What is this???"

Eugene who heard her furious voice stood up hurriedly while regretting the whole thing from his entering the house without her permission and staying back to clean that mess on the tea table mistaking it to be as her absence of home, "Damn it. Here comes what I was fearing the most. This little spoiled missy seemed to be present at the home for the whole while and now she will create a huge issue out of this. Whatever now that things have turned like this let's face it.", he sighed tiredly where the next moment he tried to explain the whole situation trying his best to be calm and polite while totally mistaking her fury to be the anger for encountering him there at that moment without her acknowledgement, "See, before drawing any consultation out of the blue just because of your anger, please try to at least listen to me. First of all, I am sorry. I didn't mean to break into your house or touch your roses or your guitar. I mean, I came here to talk with you about my resignation but heard a loud noise. So, just walk into check if you are fine and you weren't around. So, I was about to leave when I saw the mess on the tea table and decided to clean it. That's all. Now you can do whatever you want either burst out or yell scream at me, I really won't mind.", during his whole statement, he who was busy explaining the whole situation clearly didn't pay any attention to Ena or didn't take a proper look at her where just to confirm she was listening to him he just took a slight peek at her from the edges of his eyes only to encounter her emitting a dark aura full of disdain and fury because of what he didn't bother to take another look at her as he was well aware of her ill temper.

And also if he took a proper look at her, even then he couldn't properly see her as she was standing too far away from him lowering her head that no matter what there was zero chance for him to see her face or her transformed state properly beside that because of his not being interested in her at that moment as his whole focus was only to clear his name explaining the whole situation he couldn't find out her abnormality or unusualness.

At the same time, she who was kicked in with her vampire nature devouring her whole humanity and wasn't in her proper sense due to her sudden transformation was only taking him as her prey and was silently examining through him to find out the source of that aromatic smell of blood coming from him only to spot the wounded finger of his which was continuously dripping blood.

"It's blood... Ha...", she mumbled to herself with a sneer l*****g her lips desirously while glaring at his bleeding finger excitedly where her red pupils sparkled like the ruby stones kept in dark.