The Hidden Truth
Prologue
There he stood; my partner; my beloved; Adam. He came towards me and laid his strong hand on my cheek. I looked up at him, he wasn't much taller than I, his dark green eyes looked at me with such passion. I ran my fingers through his curly golden blond hair, as he did mine.
"Lay below me." He whispers in my ear.
I delay only a moment until replying "I cannot."
His eyes become large with shook as he pulls away. "Why not?!" The frustration in his voice is noticeable, he hates to be denied what he wants.
"Laying below you is confirming that you are greater than I." I knew this would upset him even more, but it had to be said.
"I am greater than you. I am Man and you are but a woman! It is not I who will lay below!" His voice starts to rise.
"We are created equal." It was the only thing that seemed right to me.
"Equal?!" He laughs as though it wasn't even possible to consider. "I am bigger and stronger!" He yells. "I am the same as a God!"
"God? Were we not born from the same earth? From the same maker? Does that make me a Goddess?" I can't help but ask.
His once white skin, was now turning red with rage. "No, not a Goddess. You are a fool for denying me."
"I-" I start to reply but he breaks me off.
"LEAVE!" he yells. "…and never come back. You are no longer welcome in my paradise."
His words hurt more than any pain I have ever felt.
After noticing I'm still standing there in shook, he goes on. "NOW! You are no longer my desire!"
My eyes start to burn, then I awake.
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Chapter 1
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I look around noticing the big, dark, but familiar room. It has a simple wooden bed, with a carved date of
it's making "1876". Next to the bed is a matching table, and across the room is another matching dresser and a vanity. Outside the window you can see moonflowers covering the walls of this great castle.
I remove the covers and walk over to the window. It's almost morning, I relies, around 4am. I turn around, now looking straight into the mirror on my vanity. My pale skin almost matched the moonflowers glow, and my golden blond hair almost matched the rising suns. I slowly waked closer to get a better look, but stopped when I came to notice how my bright green eyes looked that of a strangers.
"Why?" I whisper to myself. Before I could look any closer to how much I have changed, there was a knock on my door.
"Lilith? Are you awake?" The voice is Crocus's.
"Come in Crocus, I am dressed." He opens the door slowly. He's young looking , but acts like an old man. He often reminds me of Alfred from "Batman." I can't help but giggle as the thought passes my mind.
"Ah… Madame, you're as beautiful as always. It's good to see you awake with a smile." He smiles at me just before going on. "I have your breakfast ready if you are hungry."
With that line my smile withers a little. "Breakfast" around here consists of blood and/or a small amount of fruit. Yuck! "No thank you crocus. I'm not hungry right now." With that he just nods. I didn't bother asking him why he was up so early, he's usually never answers anyways. Silence falls over the room as I search through my wardrobe.
"Going out?" He ask, but I knew he already knew the answer.
"I'm going for a walk in the Garden. I had a bad dream." I reply. Our garden is great, and I always feel at peace when I'm surrounded by plants. It just feels so… familiar. Crocus takes care of it, and is always adding new plants from all over the world. When he's surrounded by flowers he looks like an angel.
I reach the garden in no time and am welcomed by a strong aroma of the different flowers. Most of the flowers are asleep, but the few night flowers are brighter than ever. I look around, glad that it's empty of any gardeners or maids. Studying the flowers, I just want to grab one… just touch it a little. But it's impossible, if I grab one; touch one it dies and crumbles in my hand. All I can do is sit and watch. I reach a swinging bench, that happens to be in the middle of the garden before my eyes are fall upon one group of Angel trumpets. Heh, how can a nocturnal flower be named an Angel? The question itself is one I have yet to solve in all my life. The question repeats itself over and over again in my mind.
A sudden noise awakes me from my own trance. I look up to find Azalea standing in front of me.
"Oh gosh! You scared me Lilith!" She placed her hand over her heart. That should have been my line. Azalea is a small Asian girl, with long straight black hair, and a heart shaped face. She's the same as Crocus, looks young, but I know she has to be older than I.
"I'm sorry, I'll be leaving now." I tell her as I jump off the swing.
"Oh no, please stay! We never talk. It seems you don't talk to anyone. The maids speak badly of you, you know. They say outrageous things like you're dead but know one knows it yet since they never see you. Oh! And also that you're an ugly witch and kills anyone that see's you!" She laughs.
It's true; I don't let any of my employees see me except a few, who take care of my personal needs. It gets too complicated, but also I can't stand to hurt anyone. I've made that mistake once, and she's dead because of it.
I remember Dahlia; a young maid in France, about 200 years ago. She was a cheerful but cheeky girl, which worked for me. Her job was simply to water the flowers in the garden.
One night, I ran to the garden hoping to see the new plants that was shipped in from Asia. There they were; Cherry blossoms of all sorts. They blended together like a tornado of color. Beautiful was nowhere near what it was. I was so caught up in admiring them, that I didn't notice the door opening. It seemed to be a bad habit of mine.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" An angry voice from behind me demands.
I turn around quickly, instincts told me to attack, when I see her; Dahlia, a petite girl with a slight belly. I assumed she was pregnant.
"I'm admiring the cherry blossoms." I tell her, after relaxing.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?! We just got them today!" She exclaims. Her accent was very noticeable, but it matched her. She seemed to think I wasn't a threat. Her first wrong move.
"Yes, I'm happy I bought them." I meant to tell myself this, but it came out anyways. Her eyes widen.
"Oh!" She curtseys. "Madame, I did not no it was you. I'm sorry for my rudeness."
"No it's quite alright. I've seen them already, so I'll be leaving now." I really want to stay, but it's not a good idea, I tell myself.
"Please stay!" She yells. Then she starts to stutter "oh…well.. What I mean is… it's so late out… and well… not safe. Workers go missing all the time around here. And I really would like it if we could keep each other company… admiring the flowers." By this time she steps closer to me.
I smile. She's sweet, what harm can one night do? I thought to myself. That was my wrong move.
We spent the whole night under the cherry blossoms, talking about everything. She had told me how she was 5 months pregnant and was going to raise the child on her own. Its father was a very wealthy married man, whose wife was very scary. She told me how she hated working there, but she loved him. When she got pregnant she also got fired, and he told her he would not claim the child. She didn't have any family to turn to since she was abandon when she was 8, but she was happy that soon she'd have a family of her own. Her store was sad, but she always smiled.
I remember her asking me a couple of questions, but when I told her she was better off not knowing, she gave me a look, but didn't ask any further. I was thankful to her for that. Morning came quickly, and I returned to my room to sleep.
We continued to meet up during the night for 3 months, and she'd often come to my room when it was too cold for her outside. She became my one and only friend.
One beautiful night we met up in the garden, under the cherry blossoms. She had set up a table and readied tea for the both of us.
"You know, they say tea is good for the soul. But I think that's an excuse to make up for the bad taste!" She complained.
"If you don't like it, then why drink it?" I asked her before taking a sip.
"Because I want my baby born with a great soul! Then maybe he'll have a wonderful life!" She proudly stated, before taking a sip, then sticking her tongue out in discuss.
"Maybe" I replied while giggling at the stupid idea. I stopped when I saw her coughing into a napkin. Then I smell it. Blood.