The Border.
1880 Words
Persephone's POV.
He has to be joking.
There is no way in hell that I could possibly be a witch. A witch?! No no. It can't be true.
"It's not true" I debate.
He shakes his head with a laugh.
"Its only a thought" He raises his both hands in a surrender mode. "That is the only thing I could think of"
"Well, you didn't have to go that far" I scoff "you know, when I think about it, you don't look dangerous. Atleast not as dangerous as I expected"
"How ironic" He simply says
"What do you mean?"
"I am actually the most dangerous vampire in my clan. That is why I am the leader"
"Oh, I uh I didn't know that"
"No....it is my duty as a leader to be calm and tender-hearted. The dangerous part of me only comes into play when something goes wrong in my community and I have to fight'' as he gives me a little peek into what his position entails, it brings me to the realization that the man sitting beside me is carrying so much weight on his shoulders.
"Don't you ever get lonely?" I ask.
"I barely have the time for such feelings, I am always occupied" He looks at me with knitted brows. "And besides, the fact that I am a leader does not mean I have no friends"
"That is actually pretty good to hear." I go back to eating my food while he picks at his. When I am finally done eating I still find that he hasn't even touched his.
"I cannot believe you went through the stress of making food only to let it go to waste" I say as I rub the wet sponge over the dishes.
"I'm craving something else right now" He mumbles. I turn to look at him but I find him with his head down and eyes fixed firmly on his plate.
"What? Is everything okay?'' I ask
"Yes. I just need a minute." With that jumps off his stool and strides into his room. It is as he walks in that I realize that I woke up in his room.
But why though? I know I passed out but why did he have to take me into his room?
I turn completely in the direction of his room, tilting my head to the side in deep thought. Could I be thinking too much about this? Maybe it's nothing.
I shake my head. It is definitely nothing.
He walks out of the room and in my quest to act normal, I twirl immediately, facing the sink again but a loud groan escapes my lips when a sudden sharp pain engulfs my neck.
"What is it?" In a flash, Damien is at my side, looking frantically at every part of my body, as if seeking my reason for crying out.
"I just had a whiplash" I tell him, pulling my hands up to the place that I feel the pain.
"A whiplash?" He asks, his eyes going to where my hand is placed. For a quick moment, a very short one at that, I notice a slight change in his features. He tenses up and his eyes widen a fraction. "Yea it is probably a whiplash. Careful next time" He pulls my hair from my back and uses it to cover that side of my neck.
His actions surprise me but I decide not to put too much thought in it. I just give him a tight-lipped smile and drop the plates where they should be.
"If it is okay with you, I will love to feed the butterflies today. It's been quite a while." I smile as I walk backwards towards the living room.
"Sure, you can" He says with a lop-sided smile. I yay to myself as plop down on the couch facing the Tv.
"Is there any other thing interesting in this house?"
"Why? You're bored?" He asks
"Yes"
"Go out then" He looks away from me and picks up the remote from the center piece, turning on the Tv.
"Wh- I don't have anywhere to go" I pout at him "Are you mad that I said I am bored?"
He doesn't answer.
"I'll just go feed the butterflies then" I stand up immediately from the couch, half expecting him to call me back although I am disappointed when I find myself outside and he still does not say a word.
Is he really mad that I said I was bored? I mean....I was just being truthful.
I walk to the butterfly hut and find out that its locked, which means I have to ask him for the key, or whatever he uses to open it.
Waddling back into the house, I find him engrossed in the show that is playing on the Tv. I clear my throat, Once
Twice
Three times
"Damien"
"Mhm?" He looks at me with a relaxed face, as if I was not just scraping my throat seconds ago just to get his f*****g attention.
"Can I get the keys to the hut please?" Although I do not mean to be polite because I am also angry, I still decide to add please considering the fact that it is his hut.
"It's in the kitchen, top drawer" He turns back to the Tv as he speaks, making me huff as I walk to the kitchen.
Talk about bipolar vampires, who move from smiling one moment to frowning and ignoring everyone around them in the other.
"What did you say?" I hear him call from the sitting room.
Wait a minute. Did I say that out loud?
Oh well. He needed to hear it anyway.
"Bipolar?" He asks and I can hear his hurried footsteps as he approaches where I am standing, facing the sink and reaching up to the top drawer for the hut key. He stomps towards me and stands right beside me, so close that I could feel his cold breath fanning the side of my face.
I just wanna feed some damn butterflies. Can't I?
"Yes bipolar, why did you suddenly get angry?" I turn to him with my hands on my waist.
"Who is angry? Me?" He pokes his chest with his pointer finger like a child.
"You wanna deny it? Like kids do?" I tease him, knowing it will get a rise out of him.
"Do not compare me to kids" He growls but I don't stop.
"Why not?. That is the only description of how you are currently acting. Like a child" I smirk. The smirk is soon wiped off my face though when his own face slowly brights up with a smile of its own.
"Why are you smiling?" I raise my brows.
"I never knew this day would ever come. The day when a human that is way less older than me would compare me to a child" His deep voice engulfs my chest in warmth as he speaks, his proximity adding to the pressure. His eyes sparkle "How cute"
"Way less older than you?" I scoff, folding my shaky hands over my chest to seem defiant. "How old even are you?"
With his eyes fixated on my lips, he smiles "I can hear how fast your heart is beating. Are you nervous?" He manages to lean in even closer, until his nose is brushing my cheek.
This, whatever he is currently trying to do, is bad for my heart.
He moves his face to my ear so he could speak directly into it. "I don't know how old I am. I stopped counting when I reached five hundred''
Five-five hundred?!
"You are way older than me" I say with my own mouth, something that I was just arguing over.
He pulls my hand from where it is stuck in the cabinet, opening my palm, he dumps the hut key in it and steps back.
What the f**k just happened? I do not need to look in the mirror to see how red my cheeks are. I can feel the heat, rising to my cheeks and the top of my ears. My insides feel like they are jumping in jubilee at the sound of a snack.
"Feed the butterflies, princess" he smiles and walks back into the sitting room with a bounce in his step.
Cocky bastard.
I walk down to the yard and inside the hut, trying to remember where he said the nectar pads were kept. When I find it, I pull out the ones I will throw into the glass, about three of them in different colors.
The light that illuminates this hut makes the atmosphere so welcoming. I sigh to myself as I throw in the pads, my heart warms within me when I see one particular butterfly fly and rests on the pad, fluttering its wings as it sucks out the juice from the pad.
"I am obsessed with your beauty, butterfly" I whisper. Immediately those words leave my mouth, I regret them because suddenly, the realization of where those exact words came from hits me like a brick.
"I am obsessed with your beauty, butterfly"
"I am obsessed with your beauty, butterfly"
"I am obsessed with your beauty, butterfly"
My father's crooked voice repeats itself in my mind as the flashback of when he said it pervades my thoughts.
It was the day he killed my mom. That was the last thing he said to her before driving that knife through her chest.
That sick bastard.
I stay frozen with my eyes fixed on the wall and I don't even realize I am crying until the satiness of my tears touches my tongue.
Immediately, the hut door is pushed open and Damien walks inside. My attempt to discreetly wipe my tears do not go unnoticed by him because he is suddenly grabbing my hands and pinning them in his. The both of my wrists in one of his palm.
"Why?" He asks when he sees my tears. "What happened? Mhm?" His hand comes up to my face and he uses his thumb to wipe my tears.
"Its nothing" I try to pull my hands from his grip but he doesn't budge. "I'm fine"
"But you're not. I can't read your mind so you have to tell me what happened. It would have been easier if I could though" He smiles, running his knuckles over my cheek.
"I'm okay" I say again, this time looking at him cautiously. The look in his eyes are different and he is no longer smiling. I fix my eyes on his, while his roam my face before finally resting on my lips.
Is he doing what I think he is?
Slowly, he begins to lean in but when his lips barely brush mine, we are interrupted by the loud heavy knocks on the door, not the hut door but the main entrance door.
He suddenly pulls back as if something snapped within him, letting go of my wrists.
"I'll get the door" He says and walks out with me in his trail.
As we both get to the door, he opens it to see a young man looking disheveled and breathing frantically.
"Aiden" The man says, trying to catch his breath,
"He-He attacked The Border"
- Writer
