I MARRIED A CUPID

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

AILA

I stared at the black pad on my hand and sigh, trying to forget about the pair of bright blue eyes that keeps on glaring at me.

I couldn’t help but think of him.

When I came here on earth with no one to turn to, he was the first one to offer me shelter and food, although reluctant at first, he took pity of me. He is the only person who I know and not having him next to me makes me feel awkward and vulnerable. I suddenly forgot how to be alone.

Yet I have more pressing matters to focus upon.

I need to find my parents. I need to know where they are, their living conditions and what happened to them. I have to listen to the story of how we ended up broken. And my mission, I have to accomplish it before my two hundred days is done. I only need to shoot fifty couples in total, which is easy.

I scratch my head and reach up to my quiver only to gasp. It’s nowhere.

The sight of the CHATEAU from the distance made me frown. I look down to the black pad in my hand and debated upon calling him or not.

He abandoned you. He doesn’t want you. The small voice in my head whispered and I found myself believing it for a moment. But then, he left a way for me to contact him. I only need to click number one—

My eyes widened as the phone slipped from my hands and fell on the pavement. I crouch down to pick it up but I am shove roughly to the side by a very big lady. Her skin is as dark as her hair that is viciously curly. She apologizes but I can’t help but sigh as I saw the phone on the pavement. It lay broken after it was run over by a car passing by. I took the remains and debated upon going to the CHATEAU to retrieve my bow and arrow.

Will he open the door for me?

I am afraid that my wings are still broken and weak to lift me up to his window. I gritted my teeth. I headed to the CHATEAU, not caring about getting caught or being kicked out. I have to find my arrows in order to perform my task. I need to finish my task so I can go and find my parents.

I was about to round the corner when someone pulled my arm, “Caelon!” I gasp, when I realized it wasn’t him. “Who are you?”

I gawked at the man: his eyes are glowing a curious shade of yellow, his body emitting a smell, fouler than anything I have smelt before making me have the sudden urge to puke.

“CU-PID!” his rattling breath chilled me to the bones and I tried to free myself but the man yanked my arm back and say, “ CU-PID, You?” His loud voice made me cringe. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the image of him about to kiss my arm when I was pulled back, “Aagh!”

My eyes widen as I came face to face with Caelon. He pushed the man off and throw some powder at him, muttering an incantation–I watch as a black smoke leave the man, transforming him back to the normal state of human, “What am I doing ‘ere? Who are you?” The man asked after he got up from the pavement, “I waz juz there and–?”

“Be gone, human.” Caelon flicked his hand and the man walks away. Slowly, Caelon puts his hand on my shoulder and said, “It’s okay. You are alright, I’m here.” I jumped up and hugged him, my heart thudding fast “ You saved me, you came–”

“I–” He pushes my hand off and I blushed a deep red, suddenly embarrassed. I wrinkled my hands and muse, “But how did you know that I am in danger? I didn’t ask you to come, I did not even call your name…” He met my gaze, his eyes full of confusion. He sighs, “ I know, I mean… I just felt it.” He turn his back to me and surveyed the alley.

“What happened to that Gaean? Why did he attack me?

“He’s been possessed–he’s not totally in control of himself.”

“Possessed? By whom? Why should he attack me? I did not do anything to harm or wrong him.” Caelon didn’t answer me, instead he bowed his head–looking deep in thought. He was so pale and cold as though he was doused with cold water. He shakes his head, “Did he say something to you?”

“Well, he said something that doesn’t make any sense,” he glared at me and I sighed, cradling my hands, “He only mention CUPID and I being CUPID–that’s all.”

He turns his back to the alley and surveyed it, as though he is trying to find some clue–anything that was left by what just happened. He scrutinized his eyes. “ I should’ve known,” he huffed and yanked me out of the alley to the bright afternoon sun, “You should be careful from now on. Be alert. Don’t let anyone touch you and please–find a job at least.” I look up at his eyes to see guilt and remorse. I frown, watching him as he faded through the walls of the dark alley.

Wait, I forgot to tell him about my phone. And the bow and my quiver!

*

I gasped when I tried for the door and it opened. The door let out a long drawn out squeak as it opens, making me cringed as I step in the threshold.

I quietly looked around, expecting Caelon to appear out of the shadows, his eyebrows meeting in the middle while he seethe, preparing to strangle me. Once I have confirmed that he isn’t here, I pushed the door close, praying that Caelon won’t appear at this moment and blast me out of his flat. I shudder to think of what he will do if he ever finds out that I am here again–invading his peace and quiet.

I furiously shake my head, and proceed, noticing the room has grown darker than it had before as though there was a thin dark veil covering my eyes. The living room lacked most of the books and the glowing plant by his bedroom was gone - everything else looks stripped, as though Caelon has move out of here. A slight rotting scent filtered out of his room, making me cover my nose in annoyance.

Where is he?

I gingerly took my time as I entered his bedroom. The darkness is still clouding my eyes and I cursed myself for almost stumbling. I looked around and noticed that his back was turn against me sitting by the bed with his shoulders hunched over. “Caelon?”

He did not answer; his dark cloak slithering as he stood, his back still turned at me, “What are you doing, Caelon? Why is it all dark?”

“So, so…”

I can feel my chest tightening as I heard the voice for it didn’t belong to Caelon or his friend, Emyr. It sounds so cold as though it was coming from six feet under, or beyond – silky as though he was a speaking snake. The man turns at me and shifted his cloak so I can’t see his face, “ I found you, Cupid.”

“What are you?” the question tumbled out of my mouth that I haven’t had time to digest it. I bit my lip. The man throws his head back and laughed before he pulled a sword out of its sheath and brandished it at me, the steel burning blue, “Why are you here? Where is Caelon?”

My inquiries remain unanswered so I discreetly backed away from the room, my legs trembling. I started running out to the hall and stumbled by the threshold, my feet tangling together, collapsing on the floor.

Oh no.