The Daughter's of Helios and Nyx

Chapter4Celena

Celena

A derisory scrutiny takes over my face. I’m no longer uncertain of the mysterious voice, I recognized it once he started speaking. Enoch doesn’t scare me the slightest. My concern however is for the human he just drained of blood. The nefarious guise on his sinister face that is troubling me.

“Enoch. You need to be at home, not out getting a breakfast buffet.” I coldly barked out. “Now go home, I need to sleep.” I grumble and roll over.

The bed shifts as he starts to prowl slowly and seductively onto my bed. He’s on my body in an instant; heavy haughty breath tickles my neck. Yet, in his eyes, I catch a glimpse of vulnerability, a silent plea for acceptance and understanding. Again, it’s moments like these that remind me like these that remind me of the fragile line we walk between desire and despair. His long hungry fingers begin to roam down my body.

“Where’s the fun in that my darling? And for the record, it’s called a midnight snack” He grins and nips lightly on the soft spot on my throat.

“Enoch. Seriously. I’m not in the mood right now. I’m exhausted and the only physical craving I have is sleep. Also, not to mention, you reek of blood which I am not too fond of. You also have a wild demeanor about you right now. Go home and sober up. I’ll meet you tomorrow at school. I swear Enoch if you show up looking the way you do now, you and I will have a row.” My voice is raucous and penetrating. I push him off me, and a low growl rumbles deep in his chest.

“I love you, but it seriously has been the longest night ever”. I added huskily “And I have to work on my stupid essay at some point before tomorrow”.

Enoch is at the French doors, standing on the balcony, back facing me. He peers back at me with dark brown brows furrowed and a scowl on his breathtakingly handsome mercurial face.

“Sleep well then.” He sneers and quickly leaps out into the pre-dawn.

Effortlessly I fall into a deep slumber. Instead of the dreamless sleep that I typically have, there were strange flashes and fuzzy images throughout the dream. A drop-dead gorgeous boy around my age, black silky hair, creamy light tan skin with mesmerizing, other-worldly burgundy or maroon eyes with high cheek bones, chiseled jawbone and a kick ass body. Other images filled with gruesome blood and gore. A girl with the darkest skin I’ve ever imagined, with piercing electric-blue eyes and ice white hair. None of it made sense, but a foreboding feeling swamped over me. What did the dream even mean? I know that it is important, I can feel it throughout my body. Who is the boy? Even though Enoch is my boyfriend, I feel some magnetic pull towards this stranger when I think about the strong lines on his face, his eyes, sexy and dangerous, the way his body is long, however broad, lean, despite his strong build. Hot chills run down my back. Ugh. What even is that? I never feel that way for any guy. Not even Enoch, and we’ve been dating for almost a year. I don’t get attached easily, then again, there are flips in my stomach, nonetheless. Also, there is the girl. Whose skin was nearly impossible to see, if it wasn’t for her almost glowing eyes and hair, it would have been a solid black image. Let’s also not forget the c*****e that I wish wasn’t imbedded into my memory. Is all of this, these images a premonition? Are the boy and girl responsible for this heinous crime? Oh, I hope not. I wish I could believe that it was just a weird nightmare, unfortunately the feeling I have says otherwise.

After lying in bed raking my brain for what seems like hours, what was about an hour, maybe less, I roll out of bed and notice my antique grandfather clock chimes two times signaling that it is two o’ clock in the afternoon. Quickly I jump into the shower and use my favorite soap, Midnight Lace, along with matching shampoo and conditioner. Once the shower was over, I spent a lavish amount of time applying my makeup. I refuse to leave my room until an unhealthy amount is plastered onto my face. I don’t think it’s an unhealthy amount, in contrast to Oriana’s proclaim.

By the time I make it downstairs it is now three pm, and I’m starving. I pick out a salad that has been made especially to my desire, pilled with spinach, lettuce, tomato, banana peppers, cucumbers, olives covered in imported Italian dressing. I also grab a medium rare six-ounce steak that was just seared by the kitchen Cheff, with an entire bottle of A1 sauce because hello, that s**t goes on everything!

“Well good afternoon sleepy head, or should I say good morning?” Oriana’s words come out as soon as I mosey into the dining room, bell-tone and bright while giggling like a child.

I swear, no amount of immortality will make my sister mature. She always has had a childlike sense of wonder, unlike me, practical, logical and an old soul. Also, my intuition is sharper than Zues’ lightning bolt. Breathing deeply, I close my eyes so I don’t roll them at her, then sit down across from Oriana at the long ornate glass dining table with huge backend plush chairs that would rather suit a throne instead of a dining table.

“Good afternoon, Oriana, you seem more chipper than usual.” I answer gruffly. “What’s up?” I enquired.

Nearly bouncing out of her seat, she begins to squeal “I finished my essay! Not only that, but I was able to add three more pages Celena! Making my paper come out to a total of nine incredible pages! And I cannot wait to turn it in tomorrow!” She’s talking loudly, waving her hands around, her abnormally large green eyes about to explode out of her eye sockets. Oriana has always been the overachiever whenever it came to schoolwork. I make A’s and a couple B’s, but I most definitely do not go overboard such as Oriana.

A crude smirk works its way to the corner of my lip. “Wow Oriana I am so happy for you.” Disdain drips with each word I say. Oriana sits up straighter and sniffs. “Ha! I bet you haven’t even started your research!” She gloates with a cunning bright smile, teeth shining like rays of the sun.

“Actually,” I glare dark squinted daggers across the space between us while crossing my arms and long elegant leg over the other. I know that I haven’t finished my essay, but no way in hell am I going to let Oriana better me, not today while images of last night’s dream/nightmare keep slamming into me. “If you must know, all that is left is for me to type up the final essay.” Irritation rises with each surely word I say. “Speaking of, I must be off, I need to get that marked off my long list of duties for the day.” I add quickly while I stand and stretch my arms over my head as I’m arching my back. I turn on my heel, leaving my lunch on the dining table, then head towards the dining attendant to send my lunch up to my chambers.

In a cloud of midnight blue smoke, I transform into a huge, enchanting owl, with blue-black colored feathers, the same color as my hair. My eyes are almost the same orange, but intensified and you know, enormous owl eyes. Soaring through the immaculate and spacious hallways with high ceilings. Finally, I can clear my head and all the images from last night fade away. I’d rather be in the sky right now, unfortunately the sun is still too high up. I make it back to my chamber to see a floating silver dome with a golden handle, and a porcelain plate underneath. I tap the top of the dome so that it will follow me into my room. I make my way to my charming desk. I take a few bites and dive into my essay over the pros and cons of black magic. By the time I finish eating, I’m near to completion to my essay. Exhausted and aching, my fingers are begging for a break. Until the last word is typed, I’m not going to stop. I proceed typing, not thinking about anything besides my final input of the matter. Forty minutes later and my essay is finished. I drop my hands in my lap, lean over and press my head to the cool desk.

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath, suddenly images of last night assault me. Taking me over completely. Along with the gruesome images, a pain I have never felt in my life penetrates my entire body. I let out a terrible shriek. With each flash of gore, c*****e, blood, and destruction that hit me I let out an atrocious howl, each scream worse than before as the flashing images get worse and worse and the pain spreading. The horrific wails echo all throughout the Manor. Multiple guards bust the door open, followed by Helios, Nyx, and Oriana as the attack ends, I give them a strangled look, then everything gets funny and dark splotches cover my view as my body crumbles to the floor and everything fades to blackness.