Lydia
I can hear her calling my name, in the distance. My overbearing mother. Constantly looking over my shoulder. Controlling every aspect of my life. Sometimes it feels like she is intentionally suffocating me. This is the only place I can escape to. Hidden in the forest not too far from our family home. Just enough distance between the too, to get away and escape my life for a little while. I know my mother means well, But she doesn't understand how much she drives me crazy. Setting down in the vibrant tall grass. I shut my eyes to take in everything. All the sounds surrounding me. The grass moving in rhythmic motions with the gentle wind. Birds singing and taking flight from tree to tree. Creek water rushing over rocks in narrow paths, descending in a small pond a few feet away. I open my eyes and look up at the tree limbs that look like they run through the sky like veins, from down here. The sky is bright, with beautiful colors. The light from the sunshine hitting my face, gently warming my cheeks. I feel myself sigh, i wish i could remain here forever in this moment. Sometimes i feel so alone though, Like I'm lost but never found. Being in this place, is the only place i feel surrounded, and...not alone. I slowly sit up, and pull my knees to my chest. Shutting my eyes again to listen closely one more time, embedding the sounds into my brain. Im listening, but i hear nothing. I open my eyes slowly. Everything is still and soundless. No birds singing, not even the water from the creek, causing a noise. Quickly getting to my feet i hear steps behind me. I turn on my heels and stare. I looked at the frail woman standing before me. She was very beautiful, curly pale blonde hair coming down over her shoulders. She was a little taller than me. Her strong cheek bones, small angular face. Dark eyelashes bringing out her intense green eyes. She had on a silky white dress with long sleeves that flowed with her small petite arms. Gold outlining her body. Like all the illumination around us was attracted to her. It felt like a dream. I look up, She was smiling down at me. I moved my lips to speak, But no words would come out. Almost like my mouth forgot how to form speech. Her hand rises to her mouth to hide her grin. "Hello, Lydia." She eventually says. Taking a step back from her. "Who are you?" I ask. "How do you know my name?" I ultimately get the words out. With a smile still on her face, she glances down at the ground. "My apologies, my name is Bath Kol. But i prefer Kol." she states. "Uh, nice too meet you." I reply. She silently nods her head. "Likewise." She responds. "Im sorry for my rudeness, its just not ever day someone appears out of nowhere in the middle of the forest. And call me by name." I remark. She laughed. It was beautiful, almost angelic. "Darling i know its strange." She says. "But it is of the utmost importance to speak with you today." I didn't know what to say. I stared at her in dismay. "May i tell you a story?" She ask. Her posture remaining perfectly still, her hands clasps together in front of her. I felt my head nod. She sat gracefully down in the field of grass. Smiling up at me, she gently patted the ground next to her. Gesturing for me to take a seat. Cautiously walking over to her to sit in front of her in the grassy meadow. Making certain to keep a space between us. Noticing my discomfort. Her grin quickly fades hurt taking over her features. And so her story began:
"I am your guardian angel, i have watched over you since the day you were birthed. But the time as come, that i must warn you. My dear Lydia, you must realize I never wanted this for you. I never expected it to come to this. The end is coming soon. And a war will devastate this world. Leaving it in ruins. There will be secrets come to light. Just remember that you are special. In time you will see the changes. You may question everything around you. Just listen to the voice in your head and have it guide yo., Don't be afraid my dear. Be brave."
A soft voice urging me to open my eyes. "Wake up, Wake up Lydia." Jerking me awake. Finding myself looking up at the dreary sky. I must have fallen asleep, sleepily wiping something wet from my face. The vivid blue sky, was now full of gray storm clouds. Rain was beginning to descend. Harsh wind whipping the grass around me. Making the trees creak, as they sway against the wind. How on earth did i simply fall asleep, I ask myself. Recalling the woman that came to see me, i quickly rise to my feet scanning the field. My eyes searching intently for the mysterious woman, but she was gone. There was no sign or traces of her. Perhaps she was a dream i thought to myself. The sky growing darker, making the forest around me seem eerie. Knowing my mother and father are definitely freaking out by now. Ugh, i know I'm going to get an ear full when i arrive home. Thunder rolling in, sounding like bowling balls rolling over the stormy clouds. Lighting flashing across the gloomy grey sky. Suddenly lightening struck the earth in front of me. So close i could feel the electricity off of it, making my hair stand and my clothes stick to my body. It seems like forever before it retreat back to the sky. I remain still, starring at the burned spot in the field. Thunder roars loudly above me releasing me from my trance. Before I knew it I was running. Dodging branches, leaping over fallen trees. A cool breeze hitting my face, making my hair dance with the wind. Suddenly i stop at the edge of the tree line, Something was wrong. Screams, and glass shattering. I felt completely frozen. Pushing my fears aside, I run as fast as i my legs would allow. Arriving at the back door reaching for the handle, but there was no need the door has already been broken through. Slowly pushing it open, looking around for any sign of movement. My heart beat is no longer calm, it feels like its going to burst through my chest. The kitchen is demolished, all the cabinets open, everything pulled out of them. Dishes, my mothers china, and antique pottery. Everything shattered across the floor in a million pieces. Glancing down at the hardwood floors, decorated in glass and splashes of something red... and black almost like tar. Kneeling down on one knee. I can feel my eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Its blood", escapes my lips. I quickly place my hand over my mouth to mute my sobs. All i can think of is my mom and dad. Where are they? Are they okay? A bloodcurdling scream come from the living room right next to the kitchen, only a swinging door separating the two rooms. Knocking me out of my sadness and fears, I quietly get back up. My feet soundless, making my path across the room. I see one of my dads old hunting knifes a few feet away from me. Watching my steps, laboriously moving across all the broken glass, and avoiding the few creaky floorboards. I seize the hilt of the knife. Careful to keep the blade away from my body, knowing I would find someway to accidentally hurt myself. My father always said I was accident prone. It made since to me. Always putting myself in situations that led me to getting hurt. Pushing my memories away. Trying to be careful not to make a noise to bring any unwanted attention to myself. Silently making my way to the swinging door that led to our family room. Pushing myself into the corner beside the doorway. Listening closely, to see if i can find out anything. Hearing nothing my body begins to relax. My brain over thinking, I cant simply stay here pressed against the wall. Abruptly the door swings open. My heart stops as my lungs suck in a breath. Some one is walking into the kitchen. The door closes, revealing a man standing with his back too me. Slowly making his way to examine the back door. His dark brown hair in a messy style. His greenish coat stained with scarlet and black marks. My heart starts beating again. Tears forcing there way back, filling my eyes more rapidly. I just want to open my mouth and speak. "Dad." I cry out releasing the air in my lungs. He turned around looking startled. Running and colliding into him. I hold him as tight as my small arms will let me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders. Resting his other hand along the back of my head. "Lydia!" he asked. "Where were you?". His voice had no anger in it. just worry. I look up at him, tears finally escaping my eyes. Makeing there way down my cheeks. "I feel asleep in the meadow." i say sobbing. Placing his hands on either side of my face. "We have to get you out of here." His voice stern. "Okay?" Confusion was over taking my thoughts. "But why?" I inquired, trying to get some answers. His hands feel from my face, taking hold of my elbow. Pulling me to the door going into the living room. My heart racing, my legs trembled, realizing I'm afraid to go through the doorway. I don't resist against his pull as the door opens. I see myself standing in my darkest nightmare. Without a warning, to the site my eyes are witnessing. My heart ache, my chest felt the palm of my hand hard against my mouth holding in my screams. The smell of death filled the room. Blood and black ichor covered the room like fresh paint. Motionless bodies lay all round the room. Painfully jerking my arm from my fathers hold. Tears attempting to force their way out, I quickly subdue them. "What!" I cry. "What the hell is going on?" I hear the knife fall from my hand, hitting the ground. My legs growing weak as i slowly collapse to my knees. Eyes wide at the horror in front of me. Glaring at all the lifeless faces. My hearts hoping to see something, just a sign that they are alive. But nothing, they don't move, just steal corpses. I gaze at the body closest to me. A young guy, maybe a little older than i, lay a few feet away from me. His eyes are still open. They were pitch black, No color iris, no white. Just blackness. I look closely at his expression. His lips curved into a smile, exposing his teeth. Only they weren't teeth. Not entirely. They were filled into sharp points. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs behind me. I tear my eyes away from the strange body to look over my shoulder to see my mom running to me. She collapses to her knees next to me. I stare at her tear filled eyes, full of fear and sorrow. She draws me close to her. Embracing me. I shut my eyes and bury my face in the crook of her neck. I want to cry, But i know if i cry so will she. I always hated watching her cry. Making her big brown eyes look darker than they really are. Her face always goes bright red in patches. Dad use to tell me that it made her seem like she had sunburn. That when she grew so angry or hurt, her blood would boil, and burn her fair porcelain skin. Hence the sunburn. I don't know why, but it always made sense to me. "Lydia, I was so worried about you!" She draws away from me too see my face. Tears began to fall down her cheeks. Looking at her now. She was always beautiful to me. Her pale skin, without a flaw. Her brown hair cut short, falling in her eyes. Its funny shes complains all the time about her hair in her eyes. But it suits her. I smile at her. "Mom I'm fine." I say. Her eyes studying me. "I just don't understand whats going on!" I watch her lips move about to speak. "Shit! Blair, there coming," My dad yells, staring out the window. Before i could ask any questions. My mom looks at me, cupping my face in her hand. "Lydia, we love you, don't ever forget that. I know you don't realize what is going on right now. But in the end you will. Everything will come together without effort. But for right now i need you to be brave." She states as she jerks me up. Walking away from me, over to the stairs. Peeking back at the window to look at my dad alone with fear written all over his face. Noticing me staring he walks over to me and kisses my forehead. I look up at him with tears filling my eyes once more. "I love you, Lydia. And you were worth it all, Do you understand. I wouldn't change anything." He states as he hugs me tightly. Letting go of me quickly he walks away, keeping his back to me. I know he is about to cry. I don't even understand what is going on. I want to yell at both of them. Please someone explain to me what is going on. I can't bring myself to do it. Looking back over to my mom standing next to a door thats never been there before. She quickly walks back over to me, gently taken me by the hand. She guides me in front of the strange door. Quickly wrapping her arms around me, she whispers in my ear. "Ill always be with you, i love you." Suddenly she pushes through the doorway. Into a room i never knew existed. Falling forward, bracing myself for the fall i land on my knees and hands. I look about the small room pulling myself up to my feet. There was nothing, no windows or anything. It was just an empty room. I grab the knob to the door. Twisting it, praying it will open, but it doesn't budge. I lean against it to balance me. My lungs start gasping for air. Grabbing my chest I can feel myself beginning to panic. I stuck in this small room. My parents are the other side of the door waiting for something to occur. Suddenly I heard a crash. I hear the door being kicked in. Screams ripping through the walls. "MOM, DAD!" Im screaming. Trying to get out. I begin hitting and kicking the door to my cell. "LET ME OUT!" I scream again. My knees give out and i let myself crumple to the floor. Tears silently falling down my cheeks. I can no longer hold them back anymore. Crawling into one of the corners of the room. I draw my knees up to my chest, Hugging them tightly against my chest. I stare at the cracks in the floor, trying to lose my self. My eyes stinging from all the tears, i close them. And lean my head against the wall, allowing darkness consume me. I see today repeat itself, all the blood and death. My mother, and father. Jerking out of my nightmare of my life now. I open my eyes quickly. My cheeks stained with tears. I slow my breathing to listen. Only I hear nothing, no screaming, nothing being broken. Not even footsteps. I stare blankly down at the ground. Im alone.
Blairs POV
Im in darkness, I'm fighting it, straining to pull myself out of it. The darkness fades, Weakly I try to open my eyes. With blurry visions, i glance around the room. Blinking my eyes to try to help them return to normal. I slowly lifted my head to look around. Pain ripping through my skull. Making me groan. I notice something warm running down the side of my face, trickling down my neck. It's blood, most likely coming from my head wound. Not knowing how bad my wound is, I lift my hand to touch my head. My hands are bound behind my back. Warrior mode kicking in, I quickly push back the pain. My eyes intently scanning the room. Twisting my wrists back and forth attempting to escape the rope. Suddenly my fingers brushed against something. Jerking away, I collected myself and take a deep breath. Reaching for whatever it was that i had touched. I feel something, its a hand, cool to the touch. My eyes went wide with panic. My heart fills with terror. Turning my head to see my husband tied exactly opposite of me. His eyes open, his head tilted to the side. Blood still running from the corner of his lip. Tearing my eyes away from his still pale face, i see it. The black hilt of a knife protruding from his chest. They stabbed him right through the heart. Tears filling my eyes, and my heart filling with rage. I could feel it coming, before i could pull myself together to stop it. "NO!" I cry. All i want to do is break free from my restraints to hold him. "Rest in peace my love, ill be with you soon." I whisper, resting my head against his. It's so hard to fight back the tears. I pull my head away from his, and collect my self. I glance over at the wall were we had hidden Lydia, too make sure the wall was untouched. So she's safe for the time being. I believed we were safe here. I close my eyes and pray. "We have failed you, we could not protect your precious gift to us, Please forgive us and be with us on our journey." My tears begin falling down my cheeks. After a moment i take a deep breath, clearing my mind, and willing my tears away. Faint voices and laughter, grow closer to the door. Quickly looking up, I stare at the front doorway. Awaiting to see the faces of murders. The door knob twist, and four guys got into the house. One of them noticing I'm finally conscious. He smiles, showing his razor sharp teeth. "Well, well someone is finally awake." he muses. Staying silent. I mockingly give him a slight grin. "We were order to deliver both of you alive and well," He shrugs. "But I suppose one of you is good enough." gesturing to my husbands body. My fury is coming back, I want to rip his head of his body. I smile to hide my anger. Knowing he will enjoy to see my pain. Demons feed on humans emotions, they live for it. Its disgusting if you actually think about it. A vile creature, feeding off your pain, anger, and happiness. "Considerably, I suppose your procreator will not be so happy with you?" I say smirking at him. His face distorted with fear. Demons thrive to make their creator happy. Making a mistake or not following through with the exact plan, in most examples, their death will follow. I shook my head at him. "This is not good for you, now is it." Mocking him. "Your god is not a forgiving god now is he?" I laugh. My tactics were actually working. His face is full of anger, his lips set in a line. His claws digging into the fabric of his jeans. If i can just anger him enough to just kill me. He will have no one to bring back to his creator. Demons are easy to manipulate, you simply have to push the right buttons. I only have to push him a little further. Laughing to myself, "So, you will deliver me. And he will kill you. How contradicting that is. You failed and now you will die for being incompetents. So tell me, how will it feel to die with a human?" I begin laughing. No longer keeping his anger in. He started screaming. Before i know it he's standing in front of me, his hand wrapped around my neck, his claws digging into my flesh. Pain ripping through my throat. I clinch my teeth together, not giving him the satisfaction of my pain. Looking up at him, his dark eyes piercing through me. "You are not worth my death human. I am above you. You are not worth the air you even breath. And i can not wait till the final stage. Your kind will cease to exist." he hissed. His grip tightening on my neck. "If we are eradicated, who will your kind torture and humiliate. You are all fools and blind. Without ones existence, the other will not exist." I spit at him. Gazing down at me, he smiles. And speaks. "Well in your case Blair, you will not have to worry about the end. But your daughter will." He pushes his claws deeper into my throat. Warm blooding running down my neck, saturating my blouse. Still staring at him, my vision starts to wither. I'm fighting my death, not ready to welcome it. I have to save my baby girl. "Say hello to your god for me." He whispers in my ear. "We will meet him soon enough." His claws ripping there way through my throat. It was quick. My life flashes before my eyes and slowly my heart beat fades.