The Muse

III

Espanyana's P.O.V

 I’m awoken from my slumber by the daylight illuminating my bedroom. 

I groan in annoyance as I remember falling asleep with my blinds open the night before.

My eyes slowly peel apart as I embrace the morning daylight as it was brought upon me. I soon bring myself to my feet before immediately walking over to the blinds and closing them.

So much better.

I turn my body so that my back is now facing the window before fixating my eyes on my closet.

I immediately make my way towards the wooden doors protecting my clothing. My fingers move the door handle, revealing all my different pieces of fabric.

Hmm

My fingertips slowly brush against the various textures before stopping on my favorite blood red Johnny cash tee shirt. I pull the material away from the others before placing it on my bed.

My eyes diverge from my shirts to all my pants. I scanned through all my options before settling on black leather jeans accented with silver zippers.

A smile forms upon my lips as I become satisfied with my outfit choice.

I remove the soft laced robe from my body before stretching my legs into the tight latex fabric. My arms pull the black material up to my waist allowing the tightness to accentuate my figure.

I pull the dark red toned fabric over my head and onto my body, before examining myself in the mirror.

My eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as I began to shift my clothing on my body in attempts to leave it in the perfect positioning.

Once my clothes were set my eyes settle on a pair of black combat boots. I immediately step into them, before walking over to my vanity.

My eyes sweep over my belongings before settling on my reflection in the mirror.

My fingers rake through the long black curls cascading down my back as I began to pull the locks away from my face into a high ponytail.

The light seeping through my blinds falls directly upon my face, highlighting my rosy cheeks & strong cheekbones against my warm complexion.

I look down at all my lip colors, before selecting my favorite deep red lip stainer. I apply a few layers before rubbing my plump lips together in satisfaction.

I smile at my reflection before exiting my room.

The smell of fresh food violates my nose as enter the hallways.

Natalia must be awake.

I follow the delicious smell downstairs to the kitchen.

“Good morning” she spoke out with her back facing me, feeling my presence.

“Good morning, what’s all of this for?” I questioned as my eyes scanned the kitchen, seeing the different fruits and meats displayed on our dining table.

“Celebrating our new cycle of course We’ve been blessed.” She spoke

My eyes roll in annoyance.

Celebrating our new cycle? What’s the point in celebrating when we can’t dance in its light? What’s the point in celebrating when your not willing to risk it all for your cunning?

“You chastise me for trying to heighten myself at its peak yet you wake up in the morning and cook for a so called celebration?” I scoff as I take a seat directly across from her at our dining table.

Her green eyes meet with my grey ones as I begin to fix myself a plate while awaiting a response.

“Is it not tradition to feast in the wake of the full moon?” She spoke calmly whilst taking a bite of her bacon.

“There’s no point in feasting if you aren’t collecting your sins. You have no power to feed. No cunning to fuel. At this point your just eating to get fat. I can’t remember the last time you went out on the full moon. Your dying Nat and you know that.” I paused.

“I’m fine.” she spoke as she placed her auburn locks behind her ear.

Coward.

“We were the strongest witches of our coven. The most fearless and the most powerful. Since when did you become so weak? You let fear keep you in your house on the most important night of the month. For what? For you to rot?” I question.

“Because things are different now. One of us has to be the responsible one. And since you insist on being f*****g careless you force me to sit here and make sure things are in order. Because if Dane ever finds us-“ she spoke causing me to cut her off in frustration

“Bullshit! Do not use Dane as an excuse, we moved across the f*****g world so that he wouldn’t. And even if he did you mean to tell me you’d rather sit in this house getting weaker and weaker so that when he finds you he can kill you off like he did the others? You’re a coward! You’re weak! You live in fear like a f*****g mortal. We walk with the blood of Asmodeus, start acting like it!” I pushed.

“Dane will come, he won’t stop until he finds you, and you know that.” She spoke calmly

My face scrunched together in disgust as I listened to the words she spoke. I knew there was truth to them; a truth I didn’t want to accept. Dane will find me, it’s just a matter of time before he does. I think secretly my fear of him is what pushes me to risk my life for the sins of others. For power-  power to protect myself against him.

Dane is a type of evil you’ve only ever heard stories about. One so cold it freezes your blood. He’s an evil so sinister that his presence itself feels like a nightmare.

“Well At least when he does come I’ll be prepared, will you?”