Do what you must
I woke with a startle, jolting upright in the bed. The room was a mess, as if I had a midnight visitor. The balcony doors were closed tight and the other door to the hallway was left closed. The place had no feel to it. No existence apart from my own. It was like I was the first visitor in this room. I frowned before shaking my head. Glamour? Or is it really entirely a mess? It was no glamour. It was truly a mess. I couldn't believe how it happened. I climbed out of the bed to examine the damage. The wooden wardrobe was in splinters. The cabinet that was opposite the bed was in the same condition. The glass was in pieces on the balcony overhang. Whatever happened had happened on the inside of the room. A circle was scoured black on the ground. Inside that circle it was all clean; everything else was incomparable to that centre.
I crouched down and gently touched over the black circle. This was an existence all too different of a kind that I've been exposed to. Its power was amazing, something completely different. This was impossible. Was something out of this world even possible? It couldn't be. The magnitude of this kind of power could easily help sort out things on this planet. What kind of person holding this kind of power would be doing inside of the room I currently reside within? Now that makes me think entirely. What could I be possibly wanted for? Is somebody watching me right this minute? Or something else? But possibly… what?
The generating power from the circle was incredible and still I remain awestruck. But I knew that nothing would come to me no matter how much I try to obtain answers for what this being could be. I was stuck, probably stuck for all time, until the answers were shown to me. I stood up finally acknowledging that nothing more could be done. I took a glance down at myself. A white nightgown… How promising. Even though I missed wearing my own clothes, but this type of clothing wasn't going to be appropriate for anything. It's something to sleep in, not to walk around in.
I exited the bedroom and found the hallway empty of life. The power that was humming downstairs must be from Nickolas. Richet's power wasn't that powerful and it doesn't hum like this. Nickolas must be awake whereas his flirtatious son must still be asleep. Taking in that factor I found myself walking down the stairs and into the living room where I found the source of power. Nickolas was busy preparing a bag of items. Food, clothing, weapons for a Nephilim… What would he be doing with Nephilim weaponry?
"Did you have a nice sleep, Phoenix?" He didn't even look at me when he spoke.
"It was pleasant enough."
"Nightmares…?" He looked to me. "Perhaps visiting someone you hadn't want to see again?" He put a hand to his chin and looked into space. "That would be classed as a nightmare."
"No. I had no visitations in my dreams. It wasn't a nightmare but I can't call it a dream either." He looked at me again. Something odd was in his expression. Some form of knowledge that I wouldn't even be able to guess. I couldn't quite understand what he was thinking or what his mind had made up for him. Either way he knew something that I didn't.
"So you visited no one to earn a visitor in your bedroom?" A visitor in my bedroom? Was that what caused the black scorch marks on the carpet? I was speechless, I didn't know if I had or if he was right about someone visiting me. But all I could gather from him was that he was thinking ever so deeply on whatever happened in the bedroom I resided in. "I have to believe that something in a high position is keeping watch over you."
"Nickolas, tell me what you know." I asked as politely as I could. I didn't want to appear rude to him. I was curious. His eyes landed on mine again from his pacing. He was worried really worried. Wrinkles appeared on his forehead where he frowned. He went back to pacing again, keeping his footing one in front of the other. "Nickolas, please." If I had to plead for him to tell me what he knows, then it's worth the information, if reliable.
He stopped and focused on the ground. "This being…" He looked to me. "The one that is watching you, slipped through my barrier with as much as a little detection." A little detection? Does that mean that this force is more powerful than his magic? "Its total existence is different… not of this plane, but of another. It's no demon that I am sure of. But it's something that is linked through me because it is focused on you." His tone was edged in concern and worry when he forced out those words. When he said 'you' it was of most concern that I thought only my parents held over me. This warlock acts no different from a human being who holds a care to another. Well they are half human for what it's worth; they can't be that different just because their other side is demonical.
"What are you saying? You can't identify this being?"
"Tell me what you know."
"I only know that something destroyed everything in the bedroom but not the bed that I was sleeping on. There's a black scorch mark in a circle on the floor and inside it is all clean."
"Destroyed everything but not the bed you slept on… This being doesn't want harm to come to you. In other words, it is watching you over a cause. Whether its actions are good or bad intentions, you can't rely on me to tell you which one it is. But I can inform you that at the moment, it does not wish to do you harm."
"What doesn't want to do her any harm?" Richet asked coming into the family room. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and he wore a white t-shirt that actually hid his muscle, making him appear just slim. His hair was tousled, not yet been arranged to a neat standard. His trousers were baggy once again hiding the muscles that were in his legs. Just like his father, he was muscles, either naturally built, or he had been doing some work. Probably to seduce woman, I thought.
"It's nothing Richet. Nothing of your responsibility." Nickolas reassured him. His dark eyes locked onto his son's dark ones. "Go back upstairs, prepare your body and prepare a duffel bag. We need to move right away."
"Move as in move house? Or…"
"We're only going on a journey. A long one, until Phoenix is safely secured in a safe environment." And safe as in somewhere like the home city of Nephilim. Idris is the only safe enough place that I can think of. I am not so sure about if warlocks can enter that place of Nephilim. I have never been so clear on knowing the rules of Idris. Only once I have entered that sacred ground, where no tainted human with another gene is to change them into something other can enter its grounds.
But now that I looked upon these two half humans, I have a knowing in my stomach that they aren't a fan of Nephilim. But they were familiar with my surname. They were friendly and helpful even though they aren't one to help Nephilim. Was my family really that well known in the Downworlders? Nickolas and Richet helped me even with the knowing of my background, but they recognized my surname and were even more open and helpful. But why did they help me before they knew that I was part of the Swan family?
I do not have the time to be worrying about why they were helpful to me. I have a visitor, someone who is watching me, to worry about. I watched as Nickolas was avoiding telling his son everything, but giving details of why they were moving on a long journey. He was avoiding talking about the one who is watching me, but he did mention it in other terms. I could see that Nickolas was really debating about avoiding the truth with his son. But I could understand when his son isn't really trustworthy with his lack of knowledge and usage of magic.
I sat on the couch. Too much information was swirling inside my head. Someone was watching, focused, and other all curious about me. Nickolas was desperate about something. About protecting me, keeping me away from the thing that is out there. Firstly it was a Novak demon that had survived the barriers of the Nephilim marks protection around my home and destroyed my family and had killed me for a while. Now, there was some other high power, wanting to kill me, wanting me for something, or just plain watching me… I don't know which but it was all frighteningly getting to me in ways that I never allowed before.
"Phoenix, are you alright?" Nickolas' voice was high tight with concern. I could hear him, but my stomach was a little queasy, I didn't want to reply. Spinning head, crap eye focus and now hearing disorientation. Nickolas was in front of me, staring straight into my eyes. They widened for a split second and he command something to his son who was instantly moving. Something was taken away because I felt something peeling away from my body. It stung a little, but it was nothing too serious. I lost my focus; all I gained was darkness as my vision. I basked in it and allowed it to consume me.
XxX
This time I was in a different place. It was peaceful and I could feel and hear everything. My senses were accurate and accommodating to me this time. Birds were calling out. The wind was caressing everything with its touch. Animals near and far were talking in their tongues and working through the day. The grass was swishing, gentle and smooth under my feet. They tickled my exposed toes and the wind whipped my dress and caressed my exposed skin. My hair was loose and free, freely exploring the wind where it allowed it to ride. The sky was blue, dotted with various white shapes of clouds. No grey, no darkness, no presence of rain. The sun was high and warm, gracious to the touch. Everything I wanted in my fantasy.
The wind was warm when it touched but gliding down my arms was hot skin. Up they went, gliding over my shoulders and up the neck before going into reverse down to my wrists again. A body was at my back, heat transferring over from the one behind to me. Only the hands and the heat touched me physically. Birds crossed the glade, fluttering their strong magnificent wings and disappear on the other side. The touch was attracting and distracting, but I allowed the wonders of this world enhance my attention more than the one behind me. I was gratified for a while until the pleasant warmness inside my stomach made me turn back to the attention paid to my arms.
"I did say we'd meet soon enough." The voice was husky and deep, but seductive in my ears. Another dream, another visitation from the same guy who I had hoped I wouldn't have to meet so soon. "You're quiet, anything the matter?" This time I could tell that he was using his mouth to speak and not his mind. Is this my world or his, because this place is nicer to be in, more inviting and not pitch darkness. Usually he would say something if I speak my mind. But he's not saying anything like he would if he could hear me. Maybe he couldn't, maybe this world was blocking him from being able to read my mind. If so, this world wasn't his. It would be mine, because that is one of the things I desire. But if he's here…I must desire him too.
"I'm visiting your world this time." He's a visitor, I didn't desire him. "I've noticed that everything you desire is here. Your parents' spirits couldn't make it. You desired their spirits here, my higher ups denied it. I'm here in their place to tell you that they couldn't come. I'll be your entertainment."
"I want my parents."
"I know you do." His tone was sad; I could hear it in his voice. His touch remained at my wrists. His thumb was trailing a circle there, soothing me a little. The warmth increased as he moved closer. He has a delicious smell. Appetizing; leaving me craving for more. I wanted to turn to dig closer into that and the warmth he has, but his hands on my wrists kept me frozen where I am.
The wind changed. It turned cold and vicious. My hair snapped around me. My exposed skin felt frozen and stiff. The branches of the trees rustled and shook violently, daring to rip away from the main branch of the trees. The clouds grew dark and heavy, and thunder rolled and lightning flashed. My eyes remained unblinking as I stared out. Thunder was a loud boom in the atmosphere and the lightning rippled through down to the earth. His voice was distant over the thunder's loud voice. But I could hear him calling my name.
"Phoenix!" He was desperate to get an answer out of me. I could hear it in his tone. I half turned my head to only see his muscular chest with his large arm held forwards, which still was grasped onto my wrist gently from the earlier touch. He wanted my attention, he now has it. "Calm down! This isn't what you want."
"I want my parents."
"You can't have your parents, you know this." Thunder echoed an answer louder than before and lightning instantly crackled through the air and struck near us, sending up earth from its spot. I didn't watch, I had my head half turned to face him. "Phoenix… is this… is this you're doing?" Thunder and lightning didn't decrease in anger, they remained, and lightning pelted the earth like a fist. This wasn't my doing; I don't even know what's happening. This stirring inside of me is like a turning core, producing all kinds of events to happen. The earth's core has a magnificent coating of lava. The under layers of the earth churns and causes disruptions on the surface layer. Similar to the way that my stomach is reacting, churning and creating events inside of me. I feel light and weightless, accepting something, knowing something is happening but being unable to recognize what is happening.
"Phoenix, this is your doing, you must stop this. Getting angry and using your world to show it isn't appropriate. You'll destroy yourself." What is he talking about? I can't destroy myself if I'm doing nothing. I know that I'm just standing here, watching the world crumple and turning into devastation, and as nature works, no human can do anything to stop it. In the distance, past the trees, a swirling void was happening in the clouds. It took form and descended to the ground, forming into the tornado that was just waiting to cause devastation to the planet. "Phoenix, knock it off, you're making it head this way."
Screw life, screw everything, the tornado can suck me up if it solely wants to. But I am not causing anything. This isn't my work; this has nothing to do with me. This is nature doing its cause, doing what it wants to. This is my world and I will let the elements run free. I won't stop them, because I know I can't. I'm just a Nephilim, a human who has the ability to fight the demons who spread their evil. I am nothing more. I do not control the elements; this world is free and can do all that it pleases. I will not, if I can in the first place, stop these chains of events. Once something has started it cannot stop. This is just a dream, I cannot die in it. I cannot do anything, just watch and learn from mistakes.
"Watch and learn mistakes is it?" I widened my eyes. I thought this world blocked him from reading my mind. "You're mind is no longer protected. That means this world is no longer protected. It has lost its provider, its energy. You are filled with bitterness and sadness that you are consumed by it. Letting it overpower you has led to this, and therefore I am able to read your mind again. You want to watch and learn your mistakes? Then so shall it be done."
Everything just suddenly froze and went blank in the blink of an eye.