December 9, 1642
Apparently I had been out cold for two days. All I remember was that I had fainted when Zadia-Kacey had drunk the blood of a poor elk. No. I shouldn’t think about it. It’s rude and I am feeling queasy again.
I am in Zadia’s room. She had told me to call her Zadia because that’s what everyone called her. And the Kasey in her name reminded her of her father. I wondered why.
“What is it about the Kasey in your name that bothers you so much?” I asked, completely afraid of this woman who was indeed younger than me. She didn’t look it, though.
Zadia sighed and frowned. Her eyes had a sad twinkle in them for a moment. Then they turned fierce and angry. I took a step back nonchalantly. “Because … my father was a cruel man. His mothers’ name, Kacey, was chosen for my middle name. My mother chose Zadia for her mother. I disowned the name Kacey when my father … died.” The pause made me uneasy, but I didn’t know why.
“I’m so sorry about your father. But what would make you hate him so much that you disown the name he gave you?” I asked, leaning closer, wanting to know. Zadia had laughed at my curiosity.
“Do not be sorry, Faye. He was a bad man, my father. I hate him so much because he made me who I am.
“Have you not noticed that I do not sleep, drink or eat? Have you not noticed the pale contrast to my skin? Have you not noticed the ruby red glint in my eyes whenever I think of something, or right before I disappear? The way I project fear and a cold chill whenever I pass by, or when I am so cold I am considered dead, and then all of a sudden I disappear, and then return warm?
“What about the dark circles under my eyes at all times, as if they have been hollow for years and just recently received eyes? This. This is what my father did. No, he did not abuse me. He just “loved” my mother so, and created me.
“Well, he didn’t abuse me in his standards anyway. He called me names as a child. He called me very bad words indeed. The only one who seemed to care about this was my mother, and he had killed her ruthlessly twelve years ago. Well, actually, my uncle did, but technically he did not. He just drank from her, raped her, and then my father had killed her.
“Do you really want to know how my father had died?” Her eyes were very red now. The blood red irises looked deep into me, as if daring me to ask how he died. I nodded in spite of myself. “I killed him.”
I sat there in shock. I had no idea that she could do that without a care.
While I gaped at her, she giggled slightly and stood up from her chair. “That, my love, is why I have disowned Kacey from my name. Now, please excuse me, love. I must go and eat.” She was halfway out the door when I asked her:
“You just said you do not eat. Where do you go then, if you do not really eat?” She thought for a moment then smiled at me. It gave me a weird feeling in my stomach.
“You will know in time, my dear Faye.”
Then she left.
I only now remembered that today was the woman’s birthday.
December 10, 1642
Today was not, considering all of it, my day. Zadia had given me herbal tea when she had returned, but it did not sit well with my stomach. I asked her where the bathroom was and she waited out the door while I, for lack of words, threw up into her toilet.
Later on, while I started to get hungry, Zadia offered to make me something. I asked her if she knew crepes, for I had a suddenly painful craving for them. An hour later I had ten, at my request, crepes at my disposal.
“How can you eat that?” Zadia had asked when I devoured one in two minutes.
“They’re good,” I replied between bites.
“I don’t even think I ate those twice when I was alive.”
I didn’t even have time to realize what she had said because I was still trying to diminish my crepes in less than ten minutes. And mind you, they were pretty big crepes.
A few hours later, I received the biggest surprise in my entire life. I almost died.
While reading one of Zadia’s books, and Zadia outside looking for something, I heard the front door. I stopped dead, not even breathing. I heard footsteps on the first set of stairs, and then a sigh. I heard a few more steps, but then they slowed, and came to a stop.
I threw the book onto the chair and hid behind the door, covering my mouth with both hands, trying to be invisible. I just knew this wasn’t Zadia. It was the front door that opened; there is no way she could have gotten to the front.
The feet started again, but slower this time. When they reached the top landing, just feet from the door I was hiding behind, the feet stopped. I heard a frustrated grunt.
The voice I heard just half a second later was the most beautiful, if not second, compared to Zadia’s, voice I have ever heard in my life. It was a man, which was weird, because the voice was like wind chimes in the middle of fall. I wanted so much to see the face, but my brain would not permit any of me to move.
“Zadia.” A second later I heard her, which was really odd, because I had seen where she had been outside. It was quite a ways from the house, and she wasn’t even inside the house, so how could she have heard the voice call to her?
“Yes, my love?” she asked, intimate. I could almost see her small petite body taunting a man’s shadow. I shook that image out of my head.
“I thought I caught the scent of a human in here, Zadia. I still smell it, but I cannot see it.” His voice now gave me the chills; it was as if speaking of me was giving him a hunger-row. And that scared me.
“Now, now, Artemis. I know what you said about no humans in the house, but I behaved.” Her voice was playfully whiny, and the man chuckled, though it was dark. “She saw me in the forest a couple days ago.” The man growled once. “Let me finish. She saw me, well the fire, really, and I took a look at her. She seemed pretty sturdy, and trustworthy. And no need to panic; I didn’t tell her. At least not yet. And just to be honest, I am glad that you did not find her; she would have been dead by now. Plus, your sense of smell is awful when it comes to actually finding the scents owner.” She giggled.
I breathed very quietly, but even though it worked for the man, Zadia found me in a snap. I squeaked when her hand touched my shoulder and she smiled. “No need to be afraid. I am here, Faye.” I calmed, though unwillingly.
She steered me out from behind the door and the man cursed, upset that I was so close and he couldn’t find me still.
The surprise was that I didn’t know what I would see.
I was expecting some savage man, seven feet tall, with battle scars all over.
What stood in front of me was the most beautiful man I have ever set my eyes on. I almost fainted from the blindingly pale skin he had. Yes, that was a metaphor. I stared, and he looked. Soon, he looked away, annoyed at me, but I still stared. Zadia sensed the man’s impatience. She touched both our shoulders, but had to reach a bit for the man’s; he was pretty tall. But, considering, she was also pretty short.
He had ivory skin, with a mat of bronze auburn hair, a smooth and round face, more boyish than manly. He had a tall slim figure, strong-looking limbs and beautifully carved features. His eyes were much like Zadia’s; ruby red at the moment, but settling into a light green, which looked odd if you hadn’t seen it before, which I had. In Zadia. I had seen the red fade into a shocking blue that night I asked her what she ate.
I couldn’t look away. I tried, but failed, several times. Only when he finally decided to look at me again that I looked down, but not before seeing the only flaw to him.
His nose, though pale and beautiful, was rough. The skin looked as though it had to be healed several times, and he had hardly any nostril. It wasn’t scary looking at all. Just … odd.
Finally, Zadia introduced us to each other.
“Artemis, love, this is Faye Wright. She had been freezing into an icicle that night and I couldn’t drink from her. I would have, but she was too interesting and cold; you know me. Please don’t be mad. And Faye, this is Artemis, the one I spoke to you about the other day.”
I was shocked. No way was it fair that these two Godly beautiful creatures were married. That was so now fair! But life is not fair, and I had to be respectful of my new friend. I had to learn not to drool over her husband. My life sucks.
“Nice to meet you,” I managed to say to him. I was proud I could say it to his face while he looked at me curiously.
“Pleasure’s all mine. Faye.” He smiled. It blinded me.
I eventually fell asleep, but not before fantasizing. I thought that if I were Zadia, I wouldn’t let other women, or men, for that matter, even take a peek at Artemis. That would cause a riot, with his good looks. But Zadia was the type that made every girl around her take a hit off her self-esteem just by being in the same room.
With the fiery red locks and beautiful figure, I guess it was no doubt that these two met and married, and had so much in common.
Come to think of it, they were like twins. They only went out when the sun was down, out of sight, they spoke about eating as drinking from it, whatever “it” was exactly, and they were both immortally handsome. They were both pale and, well, I thought of this on my own, prone to nasty diseases from sun exposure, and, again, my own assumptions, reserved and distant.
I drifted off to sleep then, I think, for I do not remember anything else.
View User's Journal
BOOP~
 |
