Chapter Three - Night will fall and drown the sun.
The moon was full, white, grey, black and maybe a hint of glorious blue. It was luminously brilliant and it shone brightly on the house. The pavement was cracked and tired, it creaked with every step that was taken. The green grass had lost its colour in the dark and seemed more vicious, it sprang upwards, cutting the air and had razor sharp ends. The house loomed above it all and the flowers cowered away from the shadow the house cast. The entrance was terrifying and the gargoyle glinted with beady scarlet eyes. There was one shadow reflecting on the pavement that looked sorrowful instead of scary. Though a creature of the night may well be scary. Malik was bitter and hatred coursed through his veins as he boiled with rage.
He felt like he was being grabbed by everything and nothing and he was so, so alone. He wanted to escape from their clutches but he was helpless as he felt like he was being devoured. The darkness tore off whole pieces of his being, every fibre of his soul, it hurt, it was painful and he screamed in his mind.
He was Malik Dracula and now he wasn't, he never was, he was no one. He didn't know who he was, what he was going to be and he felt weak. One simple sentence had changed his whole life. one single deception was discovered and this time Malik was the victim. It carried such emotion that at first Malik was overwhelmed as he threw his mother into the abyss. Now the surviving emotions of hatred, rage and bitter fury remained.
One sentence.
You are not a Dracula.
Malik focused all his anger on the moon, staring daggers into the moon. The moon returned his looks with ugly white ones. He watched the stars blazing and wanted to be like them, isolated and powerful, except he wasn't, he was gullible Malik Vaccineria.
He lived in the darkness, there was no light, just the dark and the forever alive. He threw his arms behind his head as he smiled bitterly at the moon. He felt beyond repair. It was her fault.
His mother.
He turned around to look at the house, it was so full of memories now, it was the place he had seen his mother last, the place where he lost all loyalty for his mother and his mother's last betrayal. Elisabetta haunted that house and right now he was running away from his past, he had ran into the yard, away from the fresh memories.
But no matter how hard you try, you can't run forever.
Malik turned away from his past ..
She was there.
right in front of him.
Malik took a step back from shock but quickly recovered and turned around to block her from view, he punched the air aggressively just because she was there, because of the secrets she knew about him.
She was enjoying the reaction, Ingrid smiled at his displeasure as Malik turned to face her.
"What!" Malik said, clearly annoyed.
"Ugh, cut the saddo act, you sound like a breather." Ingrid spoke rolling her eyes.
Malik chuckled bitterly once again, not knowing why her opinion mattered so much. "Well I guess you would know, seeing as your brother's a breather." Malik practically spat the last bit out at Ingrid . Why are you so hostile towards her? He thought Why do you even care!
"Hmm" Ingrid smiled pleasantly "You know, I never knew you to be a drama queen." Ingrid circled Malik and he turned to keep her in view. Ingrid continued, " At least you have power, though you weren't exactly a born leader like me" Ingrid grinned.
"Aww, is Ingrid feeling sorry for herself" Malik teased in mock pity.
He rested his hand on her shoulder, just lightly but still Ingrid visibly stiffened. She didn't let it show too long and instead removed his hand from her shoulder, she told herself it was because she needed her personal space but she knew she was lying. She felt uncomfortable at the closeness and the touch.
"No, I'm telling you to pull yourself together."She stated seriously. Malik again laughed at this and turned around, his back to her and picked up a rock and hurled into the night. It landed with a resounding crash to the cement. He turned around to look at her, his eyes deadly, pointed and dangerous.
"And why should I do that?" Malik asked coldly, his face mere inches from hers.
Ingrid smiled once again. "Because I told you to." She replied, final and decided.
She was no longer there, she left only her last words, they were no use to him now. No. He would be angry longer, until he found a purpose again. She didn't know what it was like to lose who you are in a heartbeat. She didn't know what it did to someone. She knew only cunning, conniving, evil and insanity. He was right, she was a power mad psychopath.
Ingrid Dracula was so alike to him, when she saw something she wanted, she just took it. It was weird how alike they were.
