Dangerously beautiful

Nine

We walked into a room with floor to ceiling bookshelves. It was filled with books of all shapes and sizes. Holding hands was Max's idea to get hold of their waggish tongues. It doesn't bother me. They can do and say as they please. Nothing could make me happier; max is walking next to me. As we reached the bean bags, in the center of the room. Cat was sitting in one of the beans while Auntie S was busy on a portable computer. She motioned for us to take a seat next to her and asked, "I know this seems much too strange to you, but I will like you to look at some images. Which one haunted your dreams?" The question sounded very much rhetorical, but nothing seemed strange anymore. I've been literally introduced to a world where everything beyond reason exists. Horror movies and fairytales, and even the monsters in a child's worst nightmares is real. Nothing is strange no more.

I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled it I scrolled through the images. Searching for the face that I'll never forget. Then suddenly after quit a few pictures. I've spotted the eerie creature. It was like déjà vu all over again. I reacted immediately. Jumped up, took a step or two backwards and froze. It's as if the darkling were looking straight at me. Silently laughing at me. Waiting and watching for the perfect time to try again. Knowing that it won't lose again. I could feel the tension increasing by the second.

Max stood up slowly [it almost looks like he's doing it in slow motion] and then he put a tight grip around his father's wrist. It instantly turned a bluish-purple color. His touch had broken his father's hand. His grip was so strong, so tight. I could see the veins; it popped out, all the way into his upper arm. His showing me a more dangerous side. I didn't want to believe it; his true colors is shining through. No longer can I deny the truth. The tension grew horrific. He was scaring the living hell out of me. Slowly I started moving backwards _ trying not to draw any attention _ but my plan failed as I stumbled and fell into a bean bag. Uncle T looked down at me; into a pair of frightened glass like eyes. I didn't realize I was crying until I taste the drain salt sensation on my lips. This might change everything. It's like I've woke up from a dream; seeing him for the first time. Like I've been under his spell the entire time. Drugged by his appearance!

My ears tingle. Could see the movement of Cat's mouth but I could hear nothing. I might just as well be in shock. I tried to think about something else; pulling my conscience aside, but all I could think about is books. There's so many books in this room. I have always loved to read. Max's attitude is reminding me off a made-up character by Christopher Pike. The only trouble is that Mr. Pike's character is female. Passionate but highly dangerous. Now that I've come to think about it. I wonder! How accurate is Mr. Pike's facts?

The tingle to my ears stopped, their voices came back into a hearing distance. Uncle T put his free hand unto his son's shoulder; cool and collected he said, "You need to calm down. Put a grip to this anger of yours. You're scaring Gabi!" The next thing I knew Uncle T opened Max's grip from around his wrist, like it's no trouble at all. Within seconds his wrist healed. I screamed at a deafening tone as somebody touched me from behind. I jumped up and rushed out of the room; feeling like a cloud-burst ready for destruction. If nothing helped, this certainly drew Max's attention.

After I shut the door behind me, I dropped down into a corner. Weeping like there is no tomorrow. In the meantime I've heard the door opening; I didn't bother to look up. I was more than just a little afraid of who or what I might see. My dangerously beautiful creature has turned evil, it occur to me. I couldn't help myself for thinking it out loud. Perhaps I should try to control my thoughts for the time being. It would just upset us both. I could hear how somebody set foot in the room, sat down on the bed. "I'm terribly sorry! I didn't expect it to have this sort of outcome. If only I knew…" When I realized that the voice doesn't belong to Max, I looked up with puffy eyes. Auntie S kindly looked at me, yet there was a tiny bit of sadness hidden in her eyes. It's like emeralds are impaled where her eyes should be. Breathtakingly beautiful! If it wasn't for the pupils; I might have mistaken them for gems. I know it sounds utterly insane.

"It's not my intension to intimidate you. I know you've been through a lot. My family and I am rattled by your positive identification. We thought that we could keep you save, but the man downstairs is smarted and vaster than you could imagine. The darkling you saw tonight is one of Lucifer's huntsmen," she paused for a brief moment. She noticed my eyes filled with fear, that's when she continued eagerly. "There's a few tricks I've got up my sleeve. It would keep you save when you're alone in the room." She put a rather big dream catcher and a thick wooden cross beside her on the bed. "The dream catcher will keep demons and ghosts out of your dreams. It will keep all evil out of your dreams; that includes our family. The cross will keep evil from coming in." She looked at me and said, "Crucifixes is just a myth! It won't harm us." She ended off with a warm smile. I was just about to stand up. Longing for a little compassion. Feeling the need of a shoulder to cry on; when we were interrupted. As I saw his face I turned pale; dropped down into the corner and cover my face with my hands. Tears burning behind my eyelids. "Get the hell out! I was just getting through to her. Damn it, Max! You're ruining everything with your bullshit," she exclaimed furiously. "But mum…" He started but she interrupted him much too fast, "Don't you but mum me! I told you to get out!"

In the meantime I peeped through some open fingers and saw how his mother thrown him _ with a swipe of her hand _ out of the room. Auntie S squat down in front of me and said, "I'm sorry about that episode. My family and I will keep him away until you're ready to see him again." She apologized for her son's sake, and gave me a motherly hug. It's just what I needed. I wept like a little child. Being a wonder woman and all, she picked me up and lay me down on the bed. Somewhere along the line Auntie S had hung the dream catcher against the head piece. She hung the crucifix against the door. Before she closed the door between me and her she said, "You had a long day, you should rest. Perhaps things would look brighter after a good night sleep." It took me no time at all to fell into a soundless rest. Dreaming for the first time since Thursday night.