*{Chapter 9}
Mortalia's heart swelled in her chest as Symphony's hand lightly touched her own hand. She bit her ice-cream sandwich, blushing a fine red.
"Your turn," he reminded her.
She nodded. "Yeah, I know. Um, well…since you're a sophomore, you should be sixteen, right?"
He nodded. "Yep, in human years anyway, however in demon years…well, my age is around two hundred and forty-six, or so – give or take a few years."
"Is that in years?" Mortalia asked, sitting up from the flowing grass. Her dark onyx robe sat up with her. Pieces of grass took shelter in her wild curls and on her cloak as well.
Symphony sat up, picked the grass pieces from her hair carefully and brushing grass from her shoulders and hood. "I believe so, yes. That sounds about quite right."
"You've really…lived that long?" Mortalia asked quietly, somehow unable to grasp that fact. She couldn't wrap her mind around it. Symphony had been two hundred and forty-sex years old, meaning he'd lived for many years before she was even born and would probably live for many years after her death. Sudden, she was overtaken by sadness and overwhelmed with a heavy loneness. "That's so…sad."
"Perhaps, but it'll be fine. Anyway, was that your question?" he asked now looking directly at her. She blinked her eyes away, blushing.
"Um, no." She said falling back to the grass. "My question was: can you drive? A lot of sophomores can – I've seen their cars outside in the parking lot along with some of the juniors and seniors."
"What need is there to be bound by driving an automobile when I possess the gift of god-like swiftness and immoral acrobatic necessities and can access these capabilities whenever needed? I see no point in such trivial matters such as driving. I would gain nothing from learning."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I can see what you mean." Mortalia said, taking a bite of her dark chocolate sandwich bread. They helped soothe the coldness of the vanilla ice-cream.
"Alright, let's see…my question to you is…do you have any pets?" Symphony asked, looking over at her. His orange blazing hair with burnt orange highlights fell along the fresh green grass.
"Well I had a Howler Monkey as a child. Her name was Rubby because she had pretty red eyes like jewels, but she ran away...Now we don't really keep pets. But there's Fido! He's a talking alien dog that's green with three freckles on each cheek. He also has as an accent, but I don't know where from. He can turn into green slim and return to his dog form whenever he wants and his tongue has pimples and it can sketch super long, but he isn't really a pet that belongs to us. He's more of a close family friend that lives in a parallel-universe and visits occasionally. What about you, do you have any pets?"
Symphony paused, taking a moment to think. "Assuming you mean other than the two you've met, well, there's a Demon Hound that we keep. His name is Pluto. He's all white with blood red beady eyes and a blood red collar. He's quite friendly, but takes a while to warm up to people, but if he knows you well and sees you from time to time, he'll get really excited and into a human."
"Really?" Mortalia said, turning her head to look at him. In her dark purple eyes was astonishment. "That's so cool!"
"Let's hear you say that when you get attack-hugged by a necked Normie with a slimy tongue." Symphony chuckled.
Mortalia giggled lightly. "He sounds like a sweetheart."
Symphony smiled warmly, gazing upon Mortalia's facial features. Truly she had been quite the fair maiden. "I suppose he is, love. You'll just have to see when you get around to meeting him."
Mortalia bit her lips, turning her head back straight so that she could look up at the sky, hoping it'd distract her. Her cheeks, once again, turned red.
"Look, look!" Ashleigh called in the distance from the playground located far away the big grass hill. Symphony and Mortalia sat up, waved so that she knew that they could see her. She waved back, as if telling them that she received the signal. "Come look!"
"I guess we can no longer speak freely and relax as we have been doing." Symphony said, the first to get up. He raked fingers through his lengthy hair, shaking out the grass.
Mortalia combed through her curls, doing the same. "I suppose not. Let's go see what all the fuss is about."
"Of course," Symphony said, offering his hand. Mortalia shyly took it, lowering her eyes in the process. Symphony smiled at her cuteness. "I wonder what we're going to see when we get over there."
"A sandcastle, maybe?" Mortalia said as she stood and began to walk with Symphony, still holding his hand.
"Perhaps," Symphony said with a composed, cool smile.
"Hey, isn't that Symphony?" Jarr'ah asked, pointing.
Mortalia glanced in the direction he was pointing in, saw a Symphony clothed in a grimly passionate crimson velvet dress, classic black fishnet stockings, and tall suede black wedges with thin ankle straps. His hair had been wore down, and waved. She blinked. "Yeah, that's him…I think."
"We should go and say hi, since we're club mates and all." Jarr'ah said, his smile perky as he took Mortalia's arm, beginning to drag her off.
"Wait, hold on, Jarr'ah," Mortalia said, although too late. "He's talking to someone, I don't want to interrupt."
Jarr'ah stopped, putting a hand to his hip. He sighed loudly, allowing an eye-roll. "But Mortalia, I'm sure he wouldn't mind! To him your-"
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Symphony said, creating a loud banging noise as his fist slammed against one of the darker purple coffin lockers. Mortalia's eyes darted to him in an instant, now panicked.
The monster who seemed to threaten Symphony had been someone Mortalia hadn't seen before. Much like Symphony and Mortalia, this monster's skin was some off color of white, somewhere in between Symphony's perfectly white skin and Mortalia's tined grey flesh. The monster's eyes were black, her hair too. Like Mortalia's, it had been wild, untamable and rebellious, as if it had a life of its own. It had been messy, as if never combed, yet it had an intense luster that made it somehow attractive, beautiful. With nails painted fully black, the monster had a smile dangerous, sharp because of its pointy teeth. Like Symphony, it had a build that was unattainably thin and sleek, yet somehow a bit lanky. It had broad shoulder, a round face.
Mortalia couldn't help but wonder: had this type of monster been Symphony's type maybe? Could she one day…somehow…fit herself into that sort of type if that had been Symphony's type? Would he take a little more notice of her if she tried?
"She's cute," Jarr'ah stated. "Ghoul's got a great style."
Mortalia glanced at her best friend for a moment; was that all he noticed?
She blinked her eyes back over to the monster, taking a glance at its attire. Her lips parted, her eyes no longer blinking, as if just having realized the monster's clothing, due to being distracted by its feminine face. Like the hand-tie in its wild, unruly black hair, the rest of her outfit had been blue. Its first shirt had short sleeves and its color was fully black. Across it was the design of a single chain that had been a damped shade of a somewhat turquoise blue. The monster's second shirt was long-sleeved, with baggy arms. It was unevenly stripped with midnight black and a lovely shade of night blue. The skirt it wore was plaid blue, with three shades of the same damped turquoise-like blue, neon blue, and blue-grey. Around its neck was a tight fully black chocker and climbed to the upper calf of its legs were black boots, leather. Between its plaid blue skirt and short-sleeved shirt with the damped blue chain going across it was its stomach that revealed an "inny" navel.
Jarr'ah had been right, this monster did have a cute style.
Mortalia sighed worriedly; what was happening over there?
The monster stepped closer to Symphony, causing him to take a half step back. The monster had now officially pinned Symphony in his place.
When it lifted his arm and put a hand to Symphony's cheek, Symphony turned his face away, his expression one of pure, raw disgust.
"I just missed you is all. Is that so wrong?" it spoke. Its voice was low, dark and yet soothing and enchanting.
"I thought I told you to never appear before me again…" Symphony said in a chocked voice. His hand had been trembling.
The monster's hand slithered down Symphony's frosted white neck and stopped at his chest. Mortalia watched in discomfort as it placed a kiss to Symphony's jaw, and then his neck. Symphony's eyes been widened in fear when the monster placed a kiss behind his ear, his lips trembled just as his hands did.
"Stop it!" Symphony said, trying to control his will power as he pushed to the monster away, his shaking hands gripping tightly to his shoulders. He didn't dare make eye contact.
"Such a cute reaction." The monster had with a delighted vicious smile. "I was hoping that was still your sensitive spots, one of them anyway."
Symphony's face lit to a bright red, his expression now becoming blank, his eyes dazed and somewhere else. "What do you want from me?"
The monster let out a slight laughing noise that was somehow more like a dark cough. Its black hair hid its feminine white face. "I'm just a little…bored. And looking for something fun."
Symphony then glanced up, his highway-like eyes meeting the monster's own black eyes. It looked as if he'd been close to tears, his teeth jittering somewhat. "Why does it have to be me? You have other toys to play with, don't you?"
The monster lifted to its tippy-toes, snaked its arms around Symphony, placed a kiss clouded with darkness on his swollen lips. Once it opened its eyes, it lowered. Symphony's face was one of true sorrow as he stared blankly, aimlessly at the wall. A smile of joyful darkness slipped on the monster's face as a tear escaped Symphony's eye. "That's good…"
"What is?" Symphony spoke, his eyes now going back to the monster standing in front of him.
"The fact that you're still in love with me. That's so very good to know…so very disgusting pleasing." It said, flashing a shamelessly sinful grin.
Mortalia's eyes began to water as she stood there, silent and watching. Jarr'ah locked arms with her as the monster skipped past them, overly pleased with a razor-sharp smile. As Mortalia began to phase out and feel lightheaded the closer Jarr'ah dragged her towards Symphony, her heart stirred and mind began doing cartwheels.
When they finally approached Symphony, he returned to his normal self, arrogant and proud, but now pain and a shattered pride lingered about his beautiful highway-like eyes.
Jarr'ah gave him a look of sadness, as if he felt pity for him. In his heart, he truly wanted to show mercy to the monster, but he didn't know if he could. Would he allow himself to? He waited.
"So…" he finally said. "Who was that?"
"It was…no one of importance. He is…no one." Symphony answered, his eyes squinted, glaring with a sorrowful anguish and a shushed, quieted rage of regret.
He is no one… Mortalia heard the words as she slipped away from the scene, her vision no longer blurred and shaking. The colors around her no longer fused within themselves, creating something of a rainbow as the images cracked and broke and scene repeatedly shook.
To herself, even if only for a moment, she thought: Finally, I'm saved. I don't have to confirm what I've seen with these eyes…I don't…have to force myself to look at him.
And just as the darkness consumed all around her and the scene no longer remained, she escaped, fleeing into the depths of her mind, in hopes of repairing her disturbed closure.
Talk about a mental break down…
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